synopsis: julien has a big surprise for soft!gf (and it’s not the vegan mac n cheese)
G’s notes: um hi… sorry i disappeared… goin thru A LOT of life changes and i’ve been so disconnected from the fandom but i miss you all and i love you all and if you will allow me back into ur hearts i am here on my knees asking for forgiveness (🧎♀️➡️ this is me, see?)
warnings: RPF, talks of marriage, surprises, no physical descriptors? i think, AFAB reader
G’s 2nd note: y’all i am RUST-EEEE, this is NAWT proofread and idk how many words it is let me cook ok
There wasn’t too much to complain about, sitting across a wooden picnic table under the warm nashville sun, a delicious array of vegan and vegetarian barbecue lays on two trays between you and Julien, a non-alcoholic IPA in a pre-chilled glass is held by Julien’s tattooed hand, your own holding a slightly-too-sweet fruity lemonade.
“Did you try this?” Julien murmurs chewing her bite, taking some of the slow cooked pulled mushrooms on her fork, holding it out for you.
“Not yet,” you hum, taking the fork gently between your lips. Instantly a smoky and sweet, but still savory sauce hits your tongue, eyebrows lifting in surprise. “Holy shit,” you gasp softly.
“Insane right?” Julien giggles, feeding you another bite, pleasantly surprised with the new plant based spot in Nashville.
So much has changed since you both moved to L.A.— it was a fresh start, that was definitely needed, but coming back to Tennessee, together, more grown up, more thoughtful, feels like coming home but with control—something your both grateful for.
“Should I look at which hiking trails are open?” you ponder to Julien, slipping a carrot to Beans under the table; she relishes in the shade, an ice water bowl next to her paws, as she accepts the carrot gratefully, your knuckles rubbing her big head.
Julien nods, shrugging her shoulders, a flash of nervousness flickers over her eyes causing you to scrunch your own. “What’s wrong?” you ask, eyeing her suspiciously.
“Nothing…just nervous to try the vegan mac… that’s all,” she responds, smiling prettily as she pulls the cardboard tray closer to her, digging her spoon in.
You huff slightly, laughing as you open your phone, looking at some of the new things that have popped up since you moved, but also seeing if Julien’s favorite trails are open, the tiny musician across from you itching to take Beans up on a hike.
Julien fidgets a bit, watching you grow more immersed in your phone, ignoring every alarm bell in her head that’s going off as you break the sacred mealtime rule: no phones, but right now she can’t help but be grateful for the small piece of technology in your palm. One hand lifts her IPA, sipping gently as her other palms the velvet box in her pocket. She’d seen exactly one tik tok (sent to her by Kelli) where one partner just nonchalantly slides the ring over the table and that was the proposal. She decided that in an effort to respect your wishes of a small, intimate proposal, this was the best option.
That didn’t mean she wasn’t fucking nervous though. Luc and Phoebe had given her a pep talk, she’d talk to your best friend, she knew that the ring she had designed and made was your dream ring. She knew that. You lived together, you’ve moved across the country, you’ve done countless tours and miles and miles of distance and yet, Julien was scared shitless.
She keeps the one hand in her pocket, the other picking at her food in front of her, building you a bite. She lopsidedly smiles, watching as she puts the spoon near your mouth, your eyes glued to the phone but accepting the food, cheeks full and eyes bright.
She waits. And waits. And waits.
Finally your phone adjusts in your hand, your opposite reaching for your fork, stabbing at some coleslaw before eyes drift back to your phone as she moves her palm, grabbing the box and sliding it across the picnic table.
You look up from your phone, smiling at her, looking at the box, then your phone, then back at your food before—
You do a full double take, looking at the velvet box and then back up at Julien. Eyes wide, lips parted, watching Juliens nervous smile turn into a cocky smirk as she gently lifts some beans into her mouth.
“Is that—?” you mumble. Julien nods, flicking her head gently, coaxing you to open it.
You drop the fork, and the phone, hands shakily opening the box.
Not just any ring, it’s the ring. Your ring. Julien did perfectly. The band color, the finish, the cut of the gem, the small details and engraving in the band. Down to the shimmer of the gem in the center, it’s perfect.
Tears fill your eyes, slipping the ring on. Julien’s smirk softens, looking at you with wonder and excitement. Seeing you accept the ring, accept her, accept the proposal, her body heats up from the inside out.
“Did you try the cornbread yet?” she asks innocently.
You can’t help but stare, lips parted, unbelieving of her nonchalance.
“There’s honey butter…” she smiles cheekily.
G’s third note: i love these tik toks, also im so rusty so this prolly sucks okay? i love u all mwah xoxo
- reader loves to do makeup on jb. often times she’ll grab her makeup pallet and apply some eyeliner on jb “you look so beautiful”
- painting each others nails like a girly sleepover. “tell me the drama on tour” reader says as she paints julien’s nails a nice pastel pink
- “honey you don’t understand. this is the latest purse- of course i’m going to need to buy it”
- very passionate about her outfits.
- “what?” “why are you wearing a dress and heels. baby we’re going shopping” “i need to look my best.”
- julien picks out your new design / colour for your nail appointment.
- “croquette?” coquette darling. not potatoes”
- window shopping but julien treating reader to some heels they saw in the window
- julien surprises reader with their dream bag for their bday and it has reader CRYING”
- reader likes tulips so julien always buy reader tulips ( even fake ones)
- jb tries to win reader plushie everytime they go to the theme parks and arcades, reader having a little collection of bears that jb had won for her :’)
- they name the bears together and think of backstories
- “these two are lesbians. they are also married and own 3 cats” “perfect”
summary: you're at the hotel pool and finally talk to julien, unfortunately ur geeked and exhausted
pairing: julien baker x fem!reader
contents: flirting, strangers, introductions
warnings: mentions of marijuana
vocab: f/n - friends name, of/n - other friends name
an: ok this is chapter 2 of the last part so that will give context, but i wrote this in a similar state to my girl y/n so like wtv but it's deffo longerrrr
wc: 1k
chapter vibe: Surrender by Suicide
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It’s the third day of your two-week-long vacation, and you’re lounging by the pool. Your friends are in the cool water without you, after relentlessly begging you to get in with them. You were up later than expected last night, now only in need of a nap and some food. You hate to be a drag on vacation, but it is a celebration for your birthday. Besides, your friends have each other.
You recline your pool chair further, turning the music up a smidge and securing your sunglasses. The sun beats down on the skin exposed by your bikini, and you take this time to really relax. The breeze is cool as it hits your warm face, the smell of chlorine and salt air flooding your senses.
You’re still lost in the sauce when you hear the pool gate open. Figuring it’s just one of your friends leaving to buy a drink from the vending machine or something, you choose to ignore it. It’s not long before you’re on the cusp of sleep, coherent thoughts moving farther apart as you struggle to keep your eyes open. You really need a nap.
“F/n, of/n, I’m gonna go inside and take a nap, k?,” you announce, pushing your sunglasses to the top of your head as you sigh and begin to sit up with bleary eyes. That’s when you see her. On the other side of the pool, the girl from the lobby last night is sitting on a pool chair, leaning on her arms as she watches you.
“Ok, see you!,” F/n shouts. You don’t respond, gathering your stuff as you avoid the woman’s gaze. You’ve never been good at holding eye contact, and you can’t imagine ever looking away from her. Deciding to completely redirect your attention, you turn to your chair, folding and rolling up your towel.
You’re stuffing the rest of your things into your purse, desperate to get to bed, when you hear a faint voice behind you. You take your left headphone out and turn around, fully expecting to see one of your friends standing there. Instead, you’re met with the woman from earlier. Her soft gaze doesn’t leave you, flickering to your lips as you speak. “Huh?,” your face contorts.
She huffs a laugh. “Hey.” Your lips curl up, the tiredness fading to the back of your mind. “Hi,” you mutter, still cheesing asf. “I’m Julien. I saw you in the lobby yesterday while I was checking in,” she explains. “Oh yeah! I’m y/n. I remember you,” you exclaim. Of course, you more than just remember, you haven’t been able to stop thinking about her.
“I…like your bikini,” she says, looking somewhere behind you. You resist the urge to turn around and look, feet planted firmly on the ground. “Thank you!” You grin at the comment, eyeing her arms. She nods, seemingly at a loss for words. “I like your tattoos,” you force the compliment out, feeling bold. You are three hits off the muha.
“Do you?,” she inquires, tilting her head in amusement. The wind picks up, blowing her hair in her face. You nod, staring at the tattoos running down her arms and reaching her knuckles, noticing how they shift when she lifts her arm, pushing the air away.
“Yes. A lot.” you finish. The silence between you after your words is charged, and you watch her throat bob as she coughs. “I have to go back to my room and get some sleep, but…” you look between her and the door. You’re reluctant to leave, but your legs are turning to jelly from the exhaustion. You curse yourself for not bringing your melatonin, your insomnia hitting full force after the long road trip.
“Tired?” She questions, gaze flickering across your face. “Yes. I’m not usually up as late as last night,” you extenuate. She nods in understanding, the subtle twitch of her lips hinting that she’s endeared. “How long are you staying?” you ask, curiosity showing. You’re secretly hoping she’ll stay a few weeks, so you can keep running into each other. Maybe you’ll get her number.
She clears her throat. “Uhh, a week and a half maybe? What about you?” Your face shifts into a wistful smile, thinking of the possibilities. You look up, pretending to be lost in thought. “Around the same. Closer to two weeks.” you study her face, searching for a positive reaction. The way her smile widens answers all your questions, and you feel your shoulders relax. You’ll definitely run into her again.
You remember the reason you’re holding your towel and purse, and the reality of your surroundings flashes back into view. You’re wonderfully high, tired from the inside out, and the sun is shining on your back, the warmth contributing to your drowsiness.
She seems to notice the change in demeanor, smile only growing. “Alright sweetheart, you need a nap. I’ll see you again?,” her voice is hopeful, the nickname catching you by surprise. You nod vehemently, huffing a laugh. “See you.”
You feel her eyes following you as you make your way to the pool gate, her gaze burning your skin. You stop at the vending machine, quickly purchasing a Diet Coke and making your way inside. The chilly air of the hotel lobby hits you full force as you awkwardly stand, waiting for the elevator.
The hotel room isn’t any warmer, and you immediately head for the shower. The interaction with Julien bouncing around your head. Julien. You whisper the name repeatedly, feeling how it rolls off your tongue with ease.
She’s all you think about as the cool water rinses the chlorine from your skin, the interaction replaying in your head as you wrap a hotel towel around yourself, change into boxers and a T-shirt, and get in bed.
You text your friends to let them know to be quiet when they come in since you’re napping, and let your phone fall on the bed next to you, curling up in the sheets.
You’re rapidly losing consciousness, and of course the last thought before the claws of sleep sink into your mind is Julien. Of seeing her again, and of her tattooed arms wrapped around you as you sleep soundly—not too different from now, the only detail setting it apart being that you’re freezing and alone.
Hii, love your writting! ❤️❤️ Can i request one where JB and reader are seen kissing at a party and fans freak out on social media and the next day they look at the posts together?
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pairing : julien baker x fem!reader
synopsis : after a fun night out celebrating the boys’ new album, you and julien wake up to madness
cw : really nothing, just fluff and an accidental hard launch. some sexual innuendos, actress!reader because i said so, femme!reader, phoebe being a menace
you were a fairly well-known actress, julien was a fairly well-known singer. the two of you should have probably known to be more cautious if you didn't want your business showcased all over enews, but neither of you were thinking about that. the boys had just released their album 'the record' last night at midnight. it had done very well on the charts so far, and there was nowhere to go but up from there. you were insanely proud of the women you loved and all of you were celebrating their achievement.
muna had joined you and the boys at the bar you were at. the four of you all sprouted grins as you stood up to greet them. you pulled jo's girlfriend, kelli, in for a long hug.
"hi, baby," kelli said into the hug. you smiled brightly and kissed her cheek.
"thank you for coming, kells. i know it means the world to them that you're all here," you said sweetly as you pulled away.
"are you kidding me? jo wouldn't shut up about seeing them all week." you and kelli started to giggle loudly. jo and julien turned around in amusement at the sound.
"and what are you ladies laughing about?" jo asked sarcastically and raised one eyebrow. julien walked up to you and wrapped one arm around your waist securely, a giddy smile on her face. it made you practically beam to see her so happy.
"i was just telling kelli my elaborate plan to steal her away from you. you better watch out, jo," you winked at the curly-haired woman with a smug smile. jo fake gasped and pulled kelli away from you. the four of you all started to laugh loudly your antics.
"who's ready to party?!" phoebe suddenly yelled over the loud music. you all started hollering and made your way to the bar top. some ordered drinks, but you and julien opted for soda instead. she was sober and you had decided when you two got serious that you wouldn't drink around her. she insisted that it was fine and it didn't bother her in the slightest, but you stuck with your decision. you were sober in spirit for her.
as the drinks were downed, all of you made your way to the dance floor. you cheered in delight as a rihanna song came on, pulling julien to dance with you.
"babyyy," julien whined, "you know i can't dance."
"anyone can dance, jules. now c'mon, just follow my lead," you said and placed her hands on your hips. you guided her movements, instructing her to move her hips in sync with yours. you put your arms around her neck as your bodies got closer together.
julien leaned up and burrowed her head in the crook of your neck, sucking marks onto the delicate skin. you giggled softly at her actions, moving your torso right up against hers. at that point, you two were practically grinding on each other. you could feel the outline of her abs through her button up shirt, and she was right at eye level with your cleavage that was probably spilling out of your top.
neither of you were thinking about anything other than each other, so you failed to see the woman that was recording you sitting at the bar.
after about ten minutes of dancing, you pulled julien's face away from your neck and told her you needed a drink. she, of course, followed you to the bar and ordered a cherry coke for you.
the bartender filled up the glass for you and slid it across the bar. you took a long sip from the straw as julien watched you. she took the drink from your hands and did the same. you sat down on a stool, and she moved to stand in between your legs. you placed the drink down and wrapped your arms around her neck, her pulling you by the waist to get you closer.
"have i told you how proud i am of you?" you asked her as you played with her hair. she let out a soft chuckle.
"have i told you how beautiful you are?" she countered with a smug smile. you laughed loudly and slapped her on the shoulder.
you leaned in to give her a sweet kiss. she immediately responded, kissing you back passionately and gliding her tongue along your bottom lip. you gave her access, letting her tongue into your mouth. you two made out for a few minutes before phoebe came into sight and wolf whistled loudly. you laughed and julien just flipped her off. that night was perfect.
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the next morning, you and julien woke up to phoebe banging on the guest room door. the two of you and lucy decided to stay in the blonde’s apartment, which in hindsight was a bad idea. phoebe stayed up all hours of the night doing god knows what and woke the two of you up so early.
“phoebe! cut it out!” julien whined and rolled over, shoving her head under a pillow. the door practically busted open and phoebe came running in.
“guys, oh my god. you have to see this,” the older woman said and almost threw her phone at you.
you sighed and took her phone from her hands, the blonde bouncing on her feet anxiously. what could have made her so worked up? you didn’t know.
phoebe’s phone was opened to twitter. the tweets on her homepage were filled with videos and pictures of you and julien from last night. your eyes practically bulged out of your head as you scrolled.
“oh my god, julien, get up,” you said with a hardy laugh. the dirty blonde rolled over and glanced over your shoulder at the phone. her jaw was slack and she had a horrified look on her face. phoebe came and sat next to you on the bed as the three of you saw the leaked photos.
“this is…” julien trialed off and tilted her head.
“kinda funny…” you said monotonously before looking over at your lover and bursting out laughing. phoebe joined you in the giggles as julien looked at you guys like you grew three heads.
“guys! it’s not funny!” julien tried to reason, but she herself was starting to crack up.
“it’s funny. like, really funny,” you let out through your laughter. it sucked that someone had invaded your privacy, but the two of you were making out in the middle of a bar, so really it was your fault.
“it’s julien’s fault for practically fucking you in public,” phoebe shrugged.
“i was not!” julien exclaimed dramatically and hit phoebe with a pillow. the blonde fake gasped and hit her back. you were stuck in the middle of their childish fighting, trying to get out of the way of the flying objects.
“can you guys shut the fuck up! some of us would like to sleep!” lucy suddenly yelled from her bed down the hall.
“sorry, luce!” you yelled back.
“alright, get the fuck out, bridgers,” julien said and pointed a finger at the blonde.
“fine, baker,” she sassily responded before taking her phone and walking out of the door.
you and julien looked at each other as she shut the door, soft smiles on your faces. you hugged julien and gave her a kiss on the forehead, she cuddled into your chest.
“do you think we should tell people we’ve been together for two years?” julien asked jokingly as she looked up at you. it was surprising that you guys managed to keep your relationship a secret for so long.
“do you think we should tell people we’re engaged?” you joked back as you two fell into laughter again.
the rest of the morning was spent scrolling on social media to see people’s reactions. most were surprised and overjoyed, and some said they knew all along. which was obviously a sham because the two of you were ‘just friends’ to the public until now.
the tiktok edits made you blush and people’s shocked tweets made the two of you smile. after a while, you two decided to post an instagram story to your profile. the picture was the two of your hands laced together. julien’s unique tattoos made it obvious it was her, but the real surprise came from the diamond ring proudly placed on your ring finger. let’s just say twitter had another field day after that.
your instagram story if you were dating julien baker *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
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we are soooooo back!!!!!!! and lil charm cameo for my baddies🗝️🌟 anyways i still have some muna of these to make (found naomi in the drafts maybe…..) anyways more to come 😄
