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Julien Baker on NPR Tiny Desk Contest Top Shelf

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g cooked

paige bueckers and julien 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

had a thot that soft!gf who is also contro young!gf would have the FATTEST crush on paige bueckers and julien would get so uncharacteristically jealous oops

jb canon:

“why do you like her so much 😠”

“is it because she’s taller than me😤”

“i thought you liked short guys😔”

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Missing these goofballs, but I hope they’re having fun and getting up to trouble

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Just food for thought, in lots of jb smut we see her saying “you did so good for me” and “good girl” right?so I’ve been wondering how she would be dealing with a brat.

Like she could be a condescending dom? or mean but not in a rough way; more of a “i’ll tease you and let you brat out for days until you use your words.” Maybe she’s more keen on using overstim as a punishment than denial? thoughts, wonders….

omg i was thinking about this the other day!!! (was re reading some of my fics and making some small edits)

let’s discuss! RPF smut, minors GFTO<3

truthfully, i cannot see jb as a mean dom

like no denial, no degradation, she’s not gonna make you cry (bc she’s being mean, you will cry from overstim, hc)

i think you’re right on the money sweet anon, say that you’re being bratty or like maybe just needing extra affection and you can’t articulate it, she puts out all the stops. she will be super sweet and teasing and let you throw your little fit and then she will hit a breaking point

i imagine it’s pre-travel or something, maybe yall have just been super busy and youre annoyed bc its almost like jb is your roommate? like that’s the vibe yall are just so busy that you keep missing each other

so you’re huffing and puffing and jb KNOWS, she knows, but she lets you have your little hissy fit and be all annoyed (bc she thinks you’re soooo cute when you are)

and then like 2 days before her trip or like the big house project is almost done, you joke about taking care of yourself bc jb won’t and suddenly the switch flips

“oh you think you could make yourself cum?” jb snickers, her eyes soft but smile cocky

“yeah, since you can’t,” you’d respond and jay’s eyes instantly darken

if you’re being a brat, jb LOVES hitting it from the back, like bending you over and holding your hair and hips is her fave ever. there’s something about your vulnerability in that position that drives her nuts

big fan of condescension. talks down at you but not to you? you know what i mean? like years streaming down your face, your body wriggling around because jb’s got you flat on your back, legs on her shoulders, she has the vibe right on your clit on the highest setting just be like “oh you poor thing,” while pouting down at you, her eyes all dark and devious

i think she also loves edging lol

like BIG fan of edging. she gives me the vibe that she would be absolutely pounding into to you from the back and the second your legs start to shake she pulls out, rubbing your butt softly as you whine

“hm, maybe you shouldn’t have been so bratty huh? maybe then i would let you cum— but you’re *so* impatient,” she would tsk at you AHHHH

anyways, fic on this?

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GAGGED ME

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as someone who is afraid of thunderstorms i was excited about your drabbley thought about phoebe comforting someone who is scared of storms and would love to hear more on that topic if you have any :0 could be a different boy too, but phoebe seems like the type :’)

‼️RPF‼️

BLURB - phoebe x reader - thunderstorms

- phoebe is the type to try give out to the sky “STOP RAINING YOURE MAKING MY PARTNER UPSET FUCK YOU” mostly to lighten the mood

- she will hide under the covers with you. “you didn’t tell me we’re making a blanket and pillow forth baby?”

- will bundle you up in her arms tightly or she will spoon you, chest against your back as she kisses your shoulder like “it’s ok baby. it can’t harm you while i’m here”

- she invests in earplugs since you don’t like the loud noise of the thunder but it doesn’t quite work so she opts for singing or humming small tunes of her songs or other songs. it actually does help

- she’ll lay on her back with you cuddled into her side. one arm wrapped around you and the other playing with small strands of your hair as she hums small tunes to at least try get you to sleep through the storm.

- on the unfortunate days where she’s away for tour, she’ll make sure to leave several t-shirts around in the closet because she knows you like ti wear them to bed.

- she has a weather alert on her phone notifying her when there’s storms where you are and she makes sure to call you so you know you’re not alone.

- sleeps on call during those times. makes sure to not leave call. you’ll ask her to ramble away about anything while reader tries to sleep cus it helps. even when flashes of lightning lights up the house, and resder is asleep, phoebe will stay on call until either both of you wake up or someone’s phone runs out of charge

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

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

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

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this is my exact vibe

My playlist just went from playing Killer to Silk Chiffon

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boygenius really be like

“you could absolutely break my heart

that’s how i know that we’re in love.”

and i’m supposed to have a normal reaction and go on with my day??

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when you can't super boop back because you're on mobile

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ur sick for putting this in my head

the age old question: "where were you when this was posted?"

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i’m writing more fluff and ignoring the 8 drafts i have cuz i want to

don’t ask about the drafts, they’ll come out soon.

julien x reader (reader has an office job that’s super draining) i just wanted to write fluff.

first of all i feel like julien totally understands having a job in an office. she does think that working 9-5 is such a bad way to go about it cuz it’s draining and hates when you come home all tired

not because she feels like you shouldn’t work, she actually admires a hard worker who loves their job, she hates when you get over worked

but she has food made for you when you get home, ur favorite snack waiting if dinner needs more time.

you tiredly stomped up the stairs to your apartment as you smelled the scent of something delicious. you turned your key in the door and juliens head perked up when she heard you. “hey baby, i’m in here.” she said from the kitchen still standing at the stove. you walked over rubbing your temples, nursing a slight headache. “hey j.” you said quietly as you sat down at the kitchen island. you closed your eyes, the light was not helping this headache. “you ok, sugar?” she said as she turned down the heat on the food and walked over to you holding her arms open for a hug. “i’m ok, just really tired. my boss is the worst.” you mumbled softly still keeping your head down. julien turned the light off, she knew you probably had a migraine. she gently hugged you. “you wanna talk about it, baby?” she asked gently while tenderly stroking your hair. you turned to face her and hugged her back. “no it’s fine. i don’t wanna think about it anymore.” you said softly, laying your head on her shoulder. she gently kissed you. “why don’t you get out of these work clothes, we can cuddle up and watch a movie.” she said softly before adding, “dinners almost done, baby” you tiredly walked into your shared room and came back out in one of her hoodies and pair of sweats you both share at this point. you put on some blue light glasses from amazon hoping they might do something for your headache. julien had a plate waiting for you when you came out, she put some tylenol on the table next to your plate. “thank you baby.” you said softly as you sat down across from her. you gently held her hand before adding “how was your day?” you asked her softly.

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Can you write something about reader and Julien being friends forever and ignoring their mutual pining (which is obvious to everyone around them) until one day one of them finally breaks?

mutual pining

julien x reader (roomate)

fluff!

i hope yall like it

i feel like she would try to be subtle, and it would work most of the time until lucy or phoebe were around cuz they would obviously know she likes you

you would be subtle too but also would be super blushy and stuff when you guys talk.

i feel like she would call you little pet names, nothing that’s too specific like baby or honey or babe or something super specific to relationships but she def calls you princess or sugar and she always does it by accident, like it even surprises her when she says it

i can also imagine her getting you coffee in the morning on her little morning walks (as mentioned on gayotic) and you want to think that means something but you convince yourself it doesn’t

i feel like you (a character i’m constructing… go with it) would bake her stuff, cookies and brownies or something

i feel like julien wouldn’t know if your queer or not which is why she doesn’t make moves, you’re kinda femme and she hates to make assumptions but she also doesn’t wanna make you uncomfortable. i feel like the convo about you being queer would happen in a super lowkey setting and it wouldn’t be a big deal

you guys would be at a party or something like that and some random guy would hit on you, (🤮) and you would be visibly annoyed or disgusted by him (cuz he’s a man, honestly so real) and you would be looking around for anyone to ‘rescue’ from him, he wasn’t doing anything other than talking to you, but julien was watching him this whole time anyway. jealously. so your eyes would pan over the room, you would see jo and naomi and kelli all goofing off in a corner and wouldn’t be able to get any of their attention, then you’d look over to katie and lucy who were also not looking your direction and wouldn’t get see that you clearly needed someone to get him to leave you alone cuz no matter what you said he wouldn’t let up. then you’d look over at phoebe and bo who were also not paying attention to where you were and then you’d see julien who seemed to be burning holes into the back of the guy’s head. she would come over as soon as you looked at her. “hey, you ok?” she would say as she walked over to you, casually placing her hand on your waist. you would respond saying you’re ok or something and then she would try to make a joke “not your type?” i feel like she would try to make you more comfy as he walked away or something by cracking a joke. and that’s when you’d say something like “definitely not, i pretty much only like girls” and she wouldn’t react but like i feel like she would ask what your type is, and you would probably say it just depends.

also, going back to when lucy and pheobe make it obvious, i feel like it would go over your head or you wouldn’t want to think too much of what they’re saying. cuz like if they’re wrong somehow you don’t wanna mess things up with her

they’d say stupid shit like

“you look really nice in that dress, what do you think julien?” and obviously she would immediately blush and try to say something that wasn’t stupid

if the whole group were at a party i feel like lucy would dance with you to make her jealous

i feel like julien would compliment you a lot, not in a weird way, but in a cute way

it would obviously make you blush like crazy and she again wouldn’t think anything of it

pheobe would get so frustrated watching yall flirt with each other that she joked she couldn’t stand to be around the 2 of you

but omg the moment one of yall “break” it

so cute

i feel like it would be another night that you had tried to go to bed early but you were feeling restless so you got up to sit with julien while she strummed her guitar

“hey sleepyhead.” she said as she strummed the guitar softly. you would probably huff dramatically. “i am not a sleepyhead.” you would protest for the umpteenth time and she would chuckle like she always did, how could she not. “what’re you doin up so late?” she asked you as she sat the guitar down and tapped she seat next to her. “couldn’t sleep” you said back to her avoiding her eyes. “playing anything new?” you asked her a second later. “nah, just strumming. why couldn’t you sleep?” she asked as she turned to face you. “i dunno, busy mind i guess” you said, sorta lying. not that your mind wasn’t busy, you were thinking about her… again… big surprise! you were running over the little moments that you didn’t know if they meant something or not. “wanna talk about it?” she asked wanting to help if she can. “i dunno i’m overthinking stuff… it’s whatever” you say back to her still avoiding her eyes. she reached over to touch your hand as you fidgeted with your fingers. “can i ask about what?” she asked gently as she rubbed your hand softly, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. you would sit there and try to think of the correct thing to say about it, you don’t want to make things awkward or uncomfortable. “i dunno if i should say.” you say quietly as you stare at her hand on yours. “you don’t have to, but you also don’t have to worry about talking to me.” she would reassure you as she stroked your hand softly. you took a deep breath feeling a little anxious about putting it to words. "i was thinkin about you." you said softly, avoiding her eyes and trying to not get more embarassed by what you said. realization dawned on her as soon as she heard it. when she didn't say anything right away you panicked and immidiately back pedalled. "'m sorry- i shouldn't have said that. i get it if you d-" you started to ramble and she cut you off with a kiss. you immidiately shut up and didn't stop the kiss, you gently touched her face. she gently broke the kiss a moment later. she stares into your eyes as if she's looking for uncertainty. "i- wow- we should've done that sooner." you said with a soft giggle. she chuckled too. "i should've asked you out." she said softly. you blushed a little and she gently stroked your cheeks with her thumbs.

you guys have a long talk about what you guys want out of a possible relationship.

a couple days later you guys go on a cute date

she brings you to a party at lucy's house and neither of you hear the end of it from lucy and phoebe.

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AHHH!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you mean?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your mind was warped with questions.

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

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

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

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

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

You started to reply, “Nothing-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You do?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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this is so sweet omfg

Can you write something about reader and Julien being friends forever and ignoring their mutual pining (which is obvious to everyone around them) until one day one of them finally breaks?

mutual pining

julien x reader (roomate)

fluff!

i hope yall like it

i feel like she would try to be subtle, and it would work most of the time until lucy or phoebe were around cuz they would obviously know she likes you

you would be subtle too but also would be super blushy and stuff when you guys talk.

i feel like she would call you little pet names, nothing that’s too specific like baby or honey or babe or something super specific to relationships but she def calls you princess or sugar and she always does it by accident, like it even surprises her when she says it

one night when you get out of bed after not being able to sleep and she’s in the living room strumming her guitar or something. you’d probably walk out of your room rubbing your eyes and she would look up at you and couldn’t help but think you looked adorable that way, she’d probably just check you out or something. say something like “hey sleepyhead” or like “couldn’t sleep sugar?” idk something about that is cute to me. you’d probably just blush a little say something like “i’m not a sleepyhead.” i feel like she’d nonchalantly chuckle and tell you to sit with her, ask you what’s on your mind.

i can also imagine her getting you coffee in the morning on her little morning walks (as mentioned on gayotic) and you want to think that means something but you convince yourself it doesn’t

i feel like you (a character i’m constructing… go with it) would bake her stuff, cookies and brownies or something

i feel like julien wouldn’t know if your queer or not which is why she doesn’t make moves, you’re kinda femme and she hates to make assumptions but she also doesn’t wanna make you uncomfortable. i feel like the convo about you being queer would happen in a super lowkey setting and it wouldn’t be a big deal

you guys would be at a party or something like that and some random guy would hit on you, (🤮) and you would be visibly annoyed or disgusted by him (cuz he’s a man, honestly so real) and you would be looking around for anyone to ‘rescue’ from him, he wasn’t doing anything other than talking to you, but julien was watching him this whole time anyway. jealously. so your eyes would pan over the room, you would see jo and naomi and kelli all goofing off in a corner and wouldn’t be able to get any of their attention, then you’d look over to katie and lucy who were also not looking your direction and wouldn’t get see that you clearly needed someone to get him to leave you alone cuz no matter what you said he wouldn’t let up. then you’d look over at phoebe and bo who were also not paying attention to where you were and then you’d see julien who seemed to be burning holes into the back of the guy’s head. she would come over as soon as you looked at her. “hey, you ok?” she would say as she walked over to you, casually placing her hand on your waist. you would respond saying you’re ok or something and then she would try to make a joke “not your type?” i feel like she would try to make you more comfy as he walked away or something by cracking a joke. and that’s when you’d say something like “definitely not, i pretty much only like girls” and she wouldn’t react but like i feel like she would ask what your type is, and you would probably say it just depends.

also, going back to when lucy and pheobe make it obvious, i feel like it would go over your head or you wouldn’t want to think too much of what they’re saying. cuz like if they’re wrong somehow you don’t wanna mess things up with her

they’d say stupid shit like

“you look really nice in that dress, what do you think julien?” and obviously she would immediately blush and try to say something that wasn’t stupid

if the whole group were at a party i feel like lucy would dance with you to make her jealous

i feel like julien would compliment you a lot, not in a weird way, but in a cute way

it would obviously make you blush like crazy and she again wouldn’t think anything of it

pheobe would get so frustrated watching yall flirt with each other that she joked she couldn’t stand to be around the 2 of you

but omg the moment one of yall “break” it

so cute

i feel like it would be another night that you had tried to go to bed early but you were feeling restless so you got up to sit with julien while she strummed her guitar

“hey sleepyhead.” she said as she strummed the guitar softly. you would probably huff dramatically. “i am not a sleepyhead.” you would protest for the umpteenth time and she would chuckle like she always did, how could she not. “what’re you doin up so late?” she asked you as she sat the guitar down and tapped she seat next to her. “couldn’t sleep” you said back to her avoiding her eyes. “playing anything new?” you asked her a second later. “nah, just strumming. why couldn’t you sleep?” she asked as she turned to face you. “i dunno, busy mind i guess” you said, sorta lying. not that your mind wasn’t busy, you were thinking about her… again… big surprise! you were running over the little moments that you didn’t know if they meant something or not. “wanna talk about it?” she asked wanting to help if she can. “i dunno i’m overthinking stuff… it’s whatever” you say back to her still avoiding her eyes. she reached over to touch your hand as you fidgeted with your fingers. “can i ask about what?” she asked gently as she rubbed your hand softly, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. you would sit there and try to think of the correct thing to say about it, you don’t want to make things awkward or uncomfortable. “i dunno if i should say.” you say quietly as you stare at her hand on yours. “you don’t have to, but you also don’t have to worry about talking to me.” she would reassure you as she stroked your hand softly. you took a deep breath feeling a little anxious about putting it to words. "i was thinkin about you." you said softly, avoiding her eyes and trying to not get more embarassed by what you said. realization dawned on her as soon as she heard it. when she didn't say anything right away you panicked and immidiately back pedalled. "'m sorry- i shouldn't have said that. i get it if you d-" you started to ramble and she cut you off with a kiss. you immidiately shut up and didn't stop the kiss, you gently touched her face. she gently broke the kiss a moment later. she stares into your eyes as if she's looking for uncertainty. "i- wow- we should've done that sooner." you said with a soft giggle. she chuckled too. "i should've asked you out." she said softly. you blushed a little and she gently stroked your cheeks with her thumbs.

you guys have a long talk about what you guys want out of a possible relationship.

a couple days later you guys go on a cute date

she brings you to a party at lucy's house and neither of you hear the end of it from lucy and phoebe.

[boywithpinkcarnation]

call me jesus the way i died and came back to life bc of this fic 🔥🔥🔥 also i luv g sosososo much 💗 PIC FIC-ING IS MY PASSION!

Raincheck?

Synopsis: Phoebe loves having fun in da kitchen w her gf, esp on a holiday *wink wink*

G's notes: I've missed you all, thank you for being so patient<3 i'm learning how to be a human being with adult responsibilities again :') I hope you enjoy dis (you lil freakies)

WC: bruh i don't even count anymore:/

Warnings: RPF, smut!, strapped!phoebe, kitchen sex, dom!phoebe, safe word talk<3, strap is phoebe's dick, reader is afab, pet names, no use of y/n, uhhh hints of religious trauma but not explicit, sex on a holiday??, no fundamental physical descriptors except hair that can be pulled? oops

ginger's notes (again) : i know i know i need to update my masterlist and fix my tags but alas i am just a girl

RPF SMUT under da cut, minors GTFO<3

The fact that you're standing at the stove, cool and collected, is honestly a mystery. With the boys' indefinite hiatus and 1 year of the record coming up, your days have been blurred together between Phoebe's commitment to relaxation and rest, and your busy schedule. Oh and it is also Easter Sunday tomorrow and for the first time, both you and Phoebe's extended families will be gathering under one roof for a pre-Easter dinner. Fun.

You hear the front door slam, Maxine, who sits at your feet, her small chin resting on the toe of your slippers, perks up. She stretches, trotting towards the front door.

"Pheebs? Is that you?"

"Yeah, it's me," Phoebe's voice rings through the foyer. Between ruffling of bags and baby talking to Maxine, your girlfriend walks in adorned in grocery bags with last-minute things for dinner and general groceries for the house. Her cargo pants, slightly wrinkled from her posture when she drives and loafers scuffed, her hair pulled back in a low bun, she walks in, cheeks pink and eyes bright.

"Hi, lovie, you're you already cooking?" she asks, moving towards you. She drops the bags on the center island before two warm hands slide into your torso under your button-up. She smacks a wet kiss on your cheek, rubbing your lower back as she peeks at the various bowls full of prepped ingredients.

"The pasta salad should've sat overnight, but your mom didn't ask me about it until this morning, and- I thought we could unwind for a bit beforehand; better to get a headstart," you say thoughtfully, stirring the pasta in boiling water.

Phoebe stands against the opposite counter, picking from the pasta salad bowl and popping a few bell pepper cubes into her mouth. "Good plan," she hums, staring at you with a small crooked smile.

"I bought a couple bottles of wine and some desserts," she hums again, picking through the bowl.

"Ow!" she hisses when you slap her hand away. "That's not for you," you chide, bumping your hip with hers out of the way.

She giggles, picking up two bottles and holding them up like she just won a medal.

"That was kind of you," you smile, watching her as she puts them down, her head gently knocking to the side when she says, "eh, trying to score some girlfriend points," before starting to put the groceries away.

"Are you worried?" you frown, turning down the heat on the stove and stirring the pasta.

"No... are you?"

"No?"

"We both sound a little unsure," she says, coming up behind you and gently rubbing your shoulders.

"Just... of all the holidays," you murmur, your tone laced with annoyance.

Phoebe snorts, kissing your cheek again as she sees the bowl of cooling potatoes you cooked earlier, her hand sliding down your butt, rubbing softly as she thanks you. "We'll be fine," she says, her tone dripping with confidence.

"If you say so," you hum back, your sing-song tone just sassy enough for her eyebrow to quip, seeing the tension in your shoulders as she moves to make the potato salad.

You both work side by side, prepping respective sides and organizing the fridge. You discuss the dress code for tonight and the right time to leave to beat LA traffic before the shininess of holiday plans wears off, and you're both discussing the frequency in which Maxine's dog food should get delivered while popping in an impromptu batch of brownies in the oven.

A few hours later, the brownies are cooling, and salads are chilling; you and Phoebe are napping on the sofa, her hand running through your hair, down your back, cupping your ass softly before it works its way back up.

"I have to clean the kitchen," you murmur, turning your head, your chin resting on her chest.

"No, stay here... let's just stay here...we'll raincheck it and..."

"We literally can't do that, Jackson just picked up Maxine," you laugh, her groan loud and interrupted as both of her hands find purchase in your hair. "You're such a buzzkill," Phoebe groans again, throwing her head back.

"Yeah, yeah... get up, you should go shower," you hum, kissing her chin as you move off of her.

"Are you saying I stink? Just say you hate me!" Phoebe exclaims, rubbing her tired eyes.

"You're such a drama queen," you laugh as you move into the kitchen and start to clean up.

You can hear Phoebe moving upstairs, her feet padding across the wood floor, and multiple doors opening and closing from your place in the kitchen. Humming contentedly that your girlfriend isn't putting up much of a fight about getting ready and leaving on time, especially for an event neither of you are stoked about.

You're too engrossed with scrubbing the counters to hear Phoebe come back downstairs. And you definitely don't hear her pad up behind you, only in cargos and a sports bra, her hair down and resting on her shoulders.

"Hi," she speaks softly, wrapping herself around you softly. You jump a little, her laugh puffing out little breaths of air on your neck.

"I knew it was too good to be true; there was no way you were going to shower without being difficult," you groan softly, hiding the beginnings of your arousal with annoyance, as Phoebe's hands caress your hips.

"I just wanted to... spend some time with you before we shower and get ready, hm?" Phoebe mutters, her lips moving along your jaw, her body at a safe distance behind yours.

"Pheebs..." you say warningly, but despite your best intentions, your head turns, giving her more access. "Don't mark me," you warn again, tone firm.

"Yes ma'am," she hums, licking up your neck, her teeth grazing your earlobe.

She finally connects her lips with yours, her tongue sliding into your mouth, the kiss soft and slow, but riddled with devious intentions. Phoebe's hand caresses your jaw, holding your face at the perfect angle for her to kiss you over your shoulder, her hips finally flush against your back.

You moan softly against her mouth, breathing through your nose when you feel it. The bulge in her pants. She hums when she notices that you've felt it, hand moving down your body, stopping to squeeze your chest as it trails down to your hips, pulling back into her as she lightly thrusts into your backside.

"Feel that?" she whispers, hand moving back up to rest on your neck as she tilts your head back, kissing your cheek and jaw sloppily but slowly.

"Phoebe, we... I have- I have to clean," you stutter out, her hips bucking into yours again, hand moving from where it rests on your neck down to your jeans, cupping your heat.

"I literally don't give a fuck about the dishes, I need you," she says softly, unbuttoning your jeans with one hand.

"In the kitchen?" you moan out as she turns you around, pushing your back up against the counter, putting one leg between yours as she moves to unbutton your shirt.

"Mhm," she nods, sliding the button up off your body, her hand expertly unclasping your bra with ease as the other holds your chin.

"I love you," she murmurs, kissing you again as her hand is flinging your bra somewhere in the kitchen.

"I- love you, too," you respond back, breathy as she sucks on your neck, moving down to your chest, her opposite hand moving your jeand down just enough to tease you through your panties.

"Oh you do? How lucky am I?" she teases, taking one of your nipples in her mouth, sucking softly and letting it go with a pop as she looks up at you.

With both of her hands occupied, you impatiently push down her cargos, the top of the harness visible before she tuts at you.

Her hands flip you over quickly, holding your hands behind her back. "You think you're slick," she chides, her tone arrogant.

"Please," you whimper softly, fighting against her hand.

"Nuh uh... you were being so good..." Phoebe mutters, as if she was disappointed. Her hand that isn't restraining your wrist is pulling down your jeans and panties, just until they are at your knees.

"Babe we don't have time-" you start to say before Phoebe's hand smacks down on your ass.

"I'm sorry? What was that?" she asks, hand sitting above your ass again. When she hears silence, she nods.

"That's what I thought... We have plenty of time... it's a shame, though, I would've loved to see your face when I put it in, but you're such a brat," she says in a cocky tone; you can practically hear her smirk.

She uses one hand to pull down her pants, just enough that she can tap the strap against your ass, waiting to hear you whine.

"Oh what's wrong pretty?" Phoebe says with faux pity, lining it up and rubbing it between your folds gently.

"I..." you choke out. Phoebe laughs, her hand holding the black dildo (with cosmic glitter because you cant tell me that doesn't track) releases it and moves up your back, rubbing your spine softly letting it linger near your entrance.

"You okay? What's your color?" Phoebe asks softly, her grip loosening on your wrists.

"Green," you hum, rolling your shoulders now that she isn't pulling your arms back as tight.

"Hm, good girl... Gonna move now, okay?" Phoebe murmurs again, her free hand gripping your hip as she pulls you back onto the strap, moaning as if she could feel it sinking in.

She starts at a steady pace, her hips thrusting against you, her eyes watering at the sight of her dick moving in and out of you. "That's it pretty, take it," she groans, her hand moving up to your hair, gripping it softly as she pulls your top half up, bending you over the counter even more.

"More," you beg softly, Phoebe's movements causing you to gasp between breaths, her hand letting go over your wrists as you grip the counter, her pace increasing in speed, her thrusts pounding into you.

"Don't get greedy," she pants, her hand cupping your chest as she releases your hair, bringing your back flush with her chest. "You didn't even want this dick, remember? Was too worried about cleaning the kitchen.... you don't get to be greedy," Phoebe grunts, her hips moving harder into you.

"I'm- I'm sorry I-" you try to speak but the force of Phoebe's make you lose focus.

"Shh, shh, pretty I got you, okay? Just- bend over, just like that- that's my girl," Phoebe grunts and moans, the base of the strap rubbing against her clit as she pounds into you, rolling her hips against your ass.

"I'm gonna cum," you whine softly, Phoebe shaking her head as she tuts at you again, laughing. "That's not how w-we ask," she laughs breathily, her tone faltering when she feels herself at the edge too.

"Please let me cum," you moan, your head dropping between your shoulders, hands resting on the counter.

Phoebe's hand reaches around, playing with your clit as she kisses your shoulder. "Give me a minute baby, one more minute pretty," Phoebe says, her own eyes shut tightly as she huffs, chasing her own pleasure as much as she's chasing yours.

Phoebe is babbling incoherently; between talks of "my dick" and "take it," she lets you finish, her hand anchoring on your lower stomach as your legs shake, her hips slowing down but still moving gently, letting you ride out your orgasm.

"You okay?" she asks, her hand rubbing up and down your spine, her mouth places soft kisses behind it. "You did so good for me baby," she says earnestly, tone soft as she gently slips out of you, wincing when she hears you whine.

"it's okay baby, I'm right here," she coos, her hands gently teasing between your legs, kissing your cheeks.

"Let's get cleaned up," she hums, moving you both to the shower.

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Two hours later, after some necessary aftercare, a long shower, and a power nap in the car. You're sitting in one of Phoebe's extended family member's backyard, watching her young cousins play with Maxine and a few other dogs. You look around, slightly dazed, sipping your chilled wine as your eyes float to Phoebe. She's standing talking to one of your uncles, holding two plates, one for you and one for her; he's questioning her about owning her record label. You can't help but smile lazily as the late afternoon sun hits her face, her hair slicked back by a black headband, her skirt just short enough to show the run in her tights. She smiles at him confidently before walking back to you, smiling down at you and pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

"I made sure your mom saved you a few deviled eggs in the fridge to take home," Phoebe says nonchalantly, putting your plate down and sitting beside you.

"How are you... the way you are?" you ask, still somewhat fuzzy in the brain, only spurred on by seeing your girlfriend, in signature black attire, seemingly fit among the pastels, your chest blooming with heat.

"The way I am?" she asks confusedly, furrowing her brows as she picks out a piece of bell pepper from your pasta salad and pops it into her mouth, just like she did mere hours ago in your kitchen.

"You just rocked my shit, and now you're sitting here eating pasta salad..." you say, jaw agape.

"Well... yeah, I mean my veggie burger isn't done yet... what else would I eat until then?"

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*insert trumpet sounds bc @boywithpinkcarnation created some pic fic for this mini fic bc i imagine that gf posts something like this on her insta story! could either be close friends or just regular but either way it gets screenshotted and distributed because it's so out of pocket for her to post*

i love you c<3 thank you for creating these like the social media au wizard that you are mwah MWAH

[boywithpinkcarnation]

hi honey, how are you?

I think I've already said this a few times, but I have to say it again, I love your writings, they are super adorable ❤‍🩹❤‍🩹❤‍🩹

I was wondering if you could write more about Naomi and reader baking or cooking together.

Maybe Naomi and reader decided to follow a cinnamon roll recipe they saw online.

Beforehand thank you very much! 💌

I hope you are having a nice morning/afternoon/night (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

hi my love!! i’m very well! how are you? i hope you have a good day / night too!!!

i hope you don’t mind i made this a bit different!! like naomi and reader going shopping for the ingredients idk i thought it was cute 😭 (i love this photo 😭)

‼️RPF‼️

ONE SHOT - naomi x reader - cinnamon rolls

word count: 460

“where’s the sugar at?”

“i think isle four”

you held the trolly as naomi stared down intensely at the list in front of them. katie’s writing was written lopsidedly on the crumpled page.

katie had written out a list of ingredients for a cinnamon roll recipe she wanted to try. you, having the baking skills, took the offer in making them alongside naomi who wanted to help out.

katie sent you two on your way quickly. leaving the tourbus with a small piece of paper in hand to go on a side quest that consisted of going to a random grocery store to find the stuff that you unfortunately did not have at the bus.

you weren’t really sure how you were going to make the cinnamon rolls but that was a problem for future you.

“are you sure this is isle four?” you push the trolly down the isle, following naomi closely. they were on a mission. paper held tightly as they snapped their head left and right to look at the different foods stocked onto the shelves.

“i think this is the frozen isle” naomi turned back to stare at you with a deep frown on their face. “baby i’m not lost - i know where i’m going” they whined.

“not doubting you. it’s just.. i don’t think sugar would be where frozen pizzas are” naomi picks up their pace, turning the corner onto the next isle. you push the trolly behind them.

“i can’t even read what this is” they scratched their neck with a sigh, eyes scanning around the isle. “we need eggs” the tattooed brunette picks up their speed again, speed walking down the isle as they scan through all the different items in the shelves

“why don’t we swap? i’ll take the list and you push the trolly?” you suggested. naomi stopped, turning slowly to face you as they squinted their eyes.

“i know what im doing.”

“are you sure? because it seems like you’ve gotten us lost three times now” you gave a small smile.

“i didn’t.. i just- it’s a big ass grocery store- why do they need three isles dedicated to sauces and two floors ?”

“can’t we ask employees?” you admired naomi’s determination. it was honestly a bit funny and endearing.

“i suppose” naomi shrugged their shoulders, crossing their arms with a frown . “we only have two more things to get then we can head back to the bus. sugar, eggs and salt- so scratch that. three things instead” naomi mumbled to themselves. running a hand through their hair with a sigh.

“stop stressing your pretty little head baby. let’s move to the next isle- give me this.” you reached over, taking the paper from their hands.

“follow me”