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outofmydepthatapublicbeach · 2 months

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Could you make one for phoebe??

hiii lovely!!! sorry this took me a few days, school has been very busy!! i hope this is what you wanted !! ❤️

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

I think Phoebe would adore your smile the most. She would always be trying to get you to laugh or smile just so she could see your face light up.

B = Beauty (what do they find most beautiful about you?)

Phoebe would find your body the most beautiful. She sees your body as a temple, the thing that holds your soul and keeps you safe, she can hold your body and touch your skin, feel your warmth. I think it would be less like “their body is hot,” and more like “their body is what makes them, them, it keeps them alive.”

C = Call (how often does she call/text?)

I could see Phoebe not texting as much as calling, I feel like she’d rather call you and hear your voice rather than just text. However she definitely sends you memes or just random photos throughout the day.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Either something more intimate like taking a walk and talking about deep topics, or going to a party and just dancing and having fun. No inbetween.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

I could see Phoebe hiding her emotions, or bottling them up and then exploding, like after a long day she comes home and just breaks down. But I feel like she’d try and do it away from you so you didn’t see that side of her.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

I don’t think she’d really want one, especially not for a very very long time. She would probably only want kids if you really wanted them. She’d be fine with just having a bunch of dogs.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

I think Phoebe would love receiving and giving gifts, I think she’d definitely buy you things that you see in a store that you want. I think it would be kind of random, it would go like this:

You’d come home from work or something and see this set of earrings you said you liked the other day on the dining room table. “Hey babe? What’s this?”

Phoebe: “Oh those? You said you liked them the other day so I stopped by and grabbed them for you.”

Anyway she would be very nonchalant about it all.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

Not as often as you’d think, she prefers an arm wrapped around your waist or a hand on your lower back.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

She’d get really mad, even if it was an accident where you give yourself a papercut or something, she’d get mad at the paper. Oh and if someone hurts you somehow, like a shove while you're walking on the sidewalk, you better grab her and hold her back because she is ready to throw a punch at a moment's notice.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

I think Phoebe would joke a lot, maybe play pranks on you, but nothing too serious.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

Phoebe would totally be the type of lover to wake you up with kisses, like lots of little fluttery kisses all over your shoulder, neck, cheeks and face.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you/love languages?)

For Phoebe her love languages are definitely touch and words, she loves to hold you and shower you with compliments. And she would for sure love to be on the receiving end of that too. I could also see her showing her love through doing things you have, like the dishes, or laundry.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

I think her favorite memories of you two would be when it's late at night and you both are in bed trying to fall asleep and just fall into conversation that never ends. Like talking about nonsense, and you're both so tired you’re delirious.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

Her worst fear is of you leaving her, she can be very doubtful of your true love for her and would be scared that one day you’ll realize her flaws and leave her (though that will never happen!!!1).

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

I could see Phoebe loving to try out intricate, detailed makeup looks on you.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

I could see Phoebe coming up with some really weird ones to make you laugh like “schmukums” or like a combination of them that is really long like “my perfect sweet angel baby”. But in all seriousness she would probably use “honey”, “babe” or just a shortened version of your name/or just your name, oh and she’d call you “dude” all the time.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

Y’all would spend your time together by just doing normal daily things, you both don’t need to be doing some crazy thing in order to have fun, just being in each others presence is

R = Rhythm (has she written any songs about you?)

Phoebe’s music is very deep and is very poetic in nature. I think instead of an entire song being about you, I think there would be mentions of you/things that represent you in all her songs. Like maybe a fond memory of a mention of your features.

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

Like earlier, I think Phoebe would try to be open with you, but ultimately hide certain things in fear of you leaving. For her to be completely open with you I think y’all would have had to have been together for a pretty long time.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

I think there was probably some pining done on your part for a while before Phoebe reciprocated feelings, and that might just be because she didn’t know how she felt for you.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

For when you’re mad I think Phoebe kind of stays close to you, she lets you take your anger out on her. But when you’re sad she stays as well, definitely being your shoulder to cry on and would consol you.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

Phoebe would definitely show you off at any chance to her friends, but might be a little hesitant to display you to the public, only because she knows how damaging social media can be and she wants to shield you from that negativity.

W = Wild Card (random!!)

Not as much about Phoebe but Maxine loves you and you are her second mom!!!1

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

She is good at reading into you when you are upset, she knows your different tells. But she might struggle sometimes to differentiate from when you are mad at her or mad at something else. She would definitely ask “Are you mad at me?” A lot in these scenarios.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

I’m not 100% sure Phoebe would be into getting married, like she loves you and she wants to be with you for the rest of y’alls lives but do you need to get married? She would see it more as just a piece of paper that doesn’t mean shit, she’d probably value just being together more than a traditional marriage.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

She loves to lay in bed with you and just hold your hand, it grounds her and keeps her calm.

#boygenius x reader #phoebe bridgers x reader #phoebe bridgers fanfic #fluff #abcs

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munasavedtheworld · 5 days

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MUNA x Young Artist Reader

How You Met

After releasing your debut EP, your music went viral on social media, causing your streams to shoot up from the twenties to millions. For a 19 year old independent artist creating music out of your college dorm, you literally hit the jackpot.

Shortly after, you decided to extend your EP into a full album, which was met with critical acclaim and even more popularity.

Just when you thought your hype had died down, you received an offer from none other than Taylor Swift to open for her upcoming tour, The Eras Tour. She had listened to your album, and loved it.

Now here you were, your first night as an opener, standing backstage. You had opted to wear a pair of colorful leather pants and a black crop top. You had more makeup on than you’d ever had in your life, and your hair was adorned with clips that matched the color of your pants.

You stood nervously backstage, still about 10 minutes out from your performance. You could see the packed stadium and you could feel your heart beating out of your chest. It felt like both a nightmare and dream that your first ever gig outside of your dorm room was a literal NFL stadium, packed with people.

Without noticing it, you had started to slightly rock back and forth on your feet, mumbling the lyrics to your songs, just in case you forgot them. As you focused on the audience, feeling like you were going to throw up, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

You whipped around, a look of fear on your face, spotting a person with short black hair, smiling at you.

“Hey, I’m Josette! You’re the other opener, right?” She introduced herself, holding their hand out for you to shake. You shook their hand nervously, barely able to introduce yourself.

“Sorry, yes, I’m Y/n.” You managed to get out, causing her to smile again.

“Nervous?” They asked, even though she had already been watching you practically having a nervous breakdown from a distance.

“Very. I feel like I’m going to throw up.” You admitted, not sure why you were just telling Josette everything. “Sorry, that was a lot.”

“It’s ok,” They laughed, “You’re very apologetic.”

“Sorry.” You responded again, putting your hand over your mouth when you realized you had apologized again.

“Katie, Naomi! Come here!” Josette turned around, hollering to two people standing on the other side of the stage, their heads turning when they heard their names.

When they had all migrated towards you, you suddenly felt very short compared to them.

“Hi, I’m Katie.”

“And I’m Naomi.” They both introduced, shaking your hand, which was practically shaking from nerves.

“I’m Y/n.” You repeated, pushing through the pure nausea you were feeling.

“We listened to your album. Great stuff.” Naomi smiled, noticing your crossed arms and nervous posture.

“Oh, wow, thank you!” You replied. “Same goes for you guys. I love your music.”

“Oh, well thank you. I heard you self produced the whole album.”

“Yeah, it was kind of a pipe dream turned reality.” You admitted. “I recorded the whole thing in my dorm.”

“Are you in college?” Josette asked.

“Yeah, I go to USC.”

“No fucking way! We all went there.” Katie gasped, pointing to the group.

“Oh my god, that’s so cool.” You laughed.

“So are you like a senior? Junior?"

“Freshman.”

“Woah, what? How old are you?” Naomi scrunched their eyebrows in surprise.

“19.”

“Damn, you’re making me feel really old.” Katie sighed, causing you to giggle in response.

“I feel like you should have like a chaperone or something.” Josette joked, making you smile. Without even knowing it, they had significantly aided your panicking mind.

“You’re on, kid.” A stage manager tapped you on the shoulder, making the dread immediately re enter your body.

“Hey, don’t freak out. Good thing about opening is by the end of the night, most people will have forgotten about you.” Josette shrugged. “In a good way.”

You nodded, finding the fact people would forget you comforting.

“Thank you.” You responded, nervously twisting your hands around your microphone.

“Wait, monitors!” Katie noticed the monitors hanging on your shoulders, helping you put the monitors into your ears for you, which you thought was sweet.

“Thank you!” You breathed nervously, waving to them as you ran out on stage, immediately met with cheers and screams. You grabbed your guitar, slinging it over your shoulder as you spoke into the mic, “How are we feeling tonight Cincinnati! I’m Y/n Y/l/n, and is it alright if I play a couple songs for you guys?”

You were met with loud cheers, making you grin ear to ear.

All three of them watched from backstage, highly impressed by how you managed to captivate the audience, completely engaging them from the start of your set until the moment you left the stage.

You finished off your set with your biggest hit, running off stage as the outro played. Your entire set had gone so well, and everything was perfect, but you couldn’t help but feel disappointed that you had no one to celebrate it with. You looked around, a slight frown on your face until you saw Katie, Naomi, and Josette walking over to you, cheering and clapping jokingly.

Your face lit up, which made their hearts melt as they saw the change in your demeanor.

“You killed it!” Josette high fived you, handing you a water bottle.

"You watched?" You smiled, wiping the sweat off of your forehead with a towel.

"Of course we did." Naomi nodded.

“I can’t believe that was your first time on a stage.” Katie shook her head, smiling at you. They all felt like they were witnessing the start of something big. “You’re gonna be selling out stadiums like this pretty soon.”

“Yeah, right.” You laughed, glad you had some people to talk to now. Tour life was hard, and doing it alone was next to impossible.

You had stayed backstage, watching their set, definitely not singing all of the lyrics to all of their songs and cheering obnoxiously ;)

When they had finished up their set, you were there for them this time, cheering and handing them water bottles in return for earlier.

After the final show in Cincinnati, you were about to head back towards your hotel when Katie called your name.

“Y/n!” She yelled from afar, waving when you turned around to look for the source. You waved back with a smile, walking over to her.

“Hey Katie, what’s up?”

“A bunch of us are going to go get food somewhere and I wanted to know if you wanted to come with.”

“I would love to! Thank you.”

When you guys got to the restaurant, you met the rest of their band, who all seemed super nice.

Naomi offered to buy you a beer, which you laughed, turning down.

“I would say yes, but unfortunately I’m not old enough.”

“Oh shit, I forgot.” They laughed, continuing to relentlessly tease you the rest of the night, asking where your parents were and if you were up past your bedtime.

“You know I wonder if they have a senior citizen discount here.” You shot back, causing them all to laugh, glad you were warming up a little.

The more you hung around them, the more comfortable you were on tour and the more fun you had.

On both of your last shows, they invited you out on stage to sing the verse in Silk Chiffon, which was basically a dream come true.

Before you guys headed your own ways, they all came up to you, looking almost nervous. It kind of freaked you out.

“Hi?” You scrunched your eyebrows, worried at the mixed looks on their faces.

“Hey, we had a question for you, and you can totally say no, but we figured we might as well ask.” Josette started, practically word vomiting.

“Go for it.” You shrugged, still confused.

“Ok, well we’re about to go on our European leg of our tour, and we don’t have an opener. We were wondering if you might want to open for us.” They continued, causing your eyes to go wide. You stood in silence for a second, making them all nervous.

“You can say no-”

“Yes!” You interrupted, beaming.

“Seriously?”

“I would love to.” You smiled, causing them to sigh in relief.

#muna x reader #phoebe bridgers fanfic #muna fanfic #katie gavin fanfic #boygenius fanfic

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avocifera · 2 months

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what if i start writing for boygenius……

#nia talk show #boygenius fanfic #boygenius fanfiction #phoebe bridgers fanfic #lucy dacus fanfic #julien baker fanfic

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truebluess · 4 months

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MARSH !

he/it • lucygirl

i draw fanart (sometimes) and write fanfic (even more rarely)

ao3

follows from @toyhdgehog

#boygenius #boygenius fanfic #phoebe bridgers #phoebe bridgers fanfic #lucy dacus #lucy dacus fanfic #julien baker #julien baker fanfic #rpf

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beskarandblasters · 11 months

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Waiting Room

No Outbreak!Joel x F!Reader

Inspired by Waiting Room by Phoebe Bridgers

Main Masterlist | Joel Miller Masterlist

Summary: After spending two years at a local community college you’re getting ready to transfer to a four year school away from home and have the “true college experience”. That is until Joel Miller, a 30 year old single dad, moves across the street and you find yourself fixated on him.

Word count: 5.3k

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, canon divergent, age gap relationship (10 years), fingering, vaginal sex, reader is on birth control, no mentions of physical description of reader besides the fact that she has hair and is shorter than Joel (doesn’t specify by how much), angst

“If you were a teacher, I would fail your class

Take it over and over 'til you noticed me

If you were a waiting room, I would never see a doctor

I would sit there with my first aid kit and bleed”

“What a beautiful ceremony,” your mom says as your dad pulls onto the freeway.

“It was alright, I guess. It’s just community college, mom,” you sigh.

“Community college is still something to be celebrated,” your dad chimes in, looking at you in the rearview mirror.

You don’t respond. You lean against the window and let out a small sigh. The end of community college meant one thing; leaving home and going to school. You’re going to the University of Houston which is roughly three hours away from home. Albeit, not too far away but you’re excited to have the true college experience. You’re hoping to make new friends and hopefully meet someone. You had a boyfriend in high school but that was it. Dating is hard when you’re a commuter student who lives at home. But that’s all about to change.

You think about your new life come the end of the summer the whole drive home, not really paying attention to what your parents were saying. But you’re snapped out of your thoughts when your dad turns onto your street and your mom says, “Look, honey. The neighbor across the street is moving in today.”

You look over and see a man standing by a truck in his driveway, holding a baby on his hip. Your dad slows the car down and stops at the end of his driveway. Your mom rolls down the window and says, “Hi! We live across the street. It’s nice to meet you.”

Your mom tells him your names and he smiles at you. You make eye contact but look away quickly, feeling shy.

“I’m Joel Miller. And this is my daughter, Sarah,” he says.

“Let me park the car and we’ll come over and say hi properly,” your dad says.

You groan slightly. You’re not really in the mood to socialize right now. But before you can protest your mom opens the car door and motions for you to get out. The three of you walk over to Joel’s driveway and shake hands.

“I see someone graduated today,” Joel says, commenting on your graduation gown.

“Oh it’s nothing special,” you say, looking down at your feet, “It’s just community college.”

“She’ll be going to the University of Houston in the fall,” your mom says.

“Going away to school, huh? That’s when the real fun begins,” Joel says.

You look up from your feet and look at him. He shoots you a wink and you can feel your cheeks heating up.

“If you need anything at all let us know,” your mom says.

“Thank you, ma’am. I guess I should get this one down for a nap. I’ll see you guys later,” he says smiling at you.

Before he turns to go inside you get a good look at him in the sun, lighting up his features. You look at his form and his arm wrapped around Sarah. He looks strong and muscular, his biceps straining against the sleeves of his shirt. Before you can ogle him anymore he’s back inside his house and your parents start walking home. You turn and shake your head a little before following them.

You don’t see Joel again for another week. During that time you were a little disappointed but you couldn’t put your finger on why. It’s around four o’clock and you’re just about to finish your routine walk and head home when you see Joel on the opposite side of the street heading towards you.

“Hey there!” he says, walking over to you. His gray shirt clings to him with patches of sweat. He must be on a run.

“Hey, Joel… On a run?”

“Yeah, just squeezing one in before I pick up Sarah from daycare. Do you normally walk in the neighborhood around this time?”

Has he been watching you?

“Yeah… I guess I do.”

“We could walk together if you want. I get home from work early sometimes and have time to kill before I go get Sarah.”

Why is he being so nice to you? You’re not used to men taking an interest in you, much less men like Joel.

“Sure. Same time tomorrow?” you ask before turning to your driveway.

“Sure thing. See you tomorrow!” he calls before heading inside.

The next day rolls around and you walk to the end of your driveway, waiting for Joel. You feel butterflies in your stomach and your legs feel like jelly.

Stop. He just moved here. He’s probably lonely, you think to yourself.

You see his front door open. Once Joel spots you waiting his face breaks into a smile. You give him a small wave and meet him in the street.

“Ready?” he asks.

You nod and start walking. It’s a bit awkward at first. You don’t really know what to say. You think about the neighborhood; people watching you two from their front windows and wondering what business you have being together.

“You okay, sweets?”

You feel your heart drop to your stomach. The nickname. Where did that come from?

“I guess I’m just nervous is all.”

“Why’s that, sweets?”

“I’m not sure… I guess I’m just worried about what the neighborhood will think… seeing us together.”

“We’re just on a walk. But if you want we could always head back to my place. Are your folks home?”

Your heart leaps at the thought of being in his house alone with him. But not in a bad way. You want that so badly. You want nothing more than to spend alone time with him while he calls you cute pet names.

“No they won’t be home until after six… After this street we could go to your house if you want…”

“Sounds good to me. I’ll follow your lead.”

You both go silent again. You pick up the pace a little, eager to make it back to his house already. When you reach his driveway he leads you inside and says, “Make yourself at home. You want a glass of lemonade, sweets? It was a scorcher out there today.”

“Uh, sure,” you say, sitting down on his couch gingerly.

After a moment, he returns to the living room and sets two glasses down on the coffee table. You sit there in silence, awkwardly sipping your lemonade, waiting for him to say something.

“So why do I make you nervous, sweets?”

“I guess… I’m just confused as to why someone like you would be interested in someone like me.”

He falls silent. Maybe you were wrong. Maybe he wasn’t actually into you. Maybe he was just being friendly. He sets his glass down on the coffee table and leans closer to you.

“Someone like me?” he asks.

“You know… someone older, someone… cooler. Someone attractive.”

The words were just slipping out.

“So you find me attractive?” he presses further. You’re facing each other now, trying so hard to read his facial expression and body language.

“I… Yes. Yes, I do,” you admit.

“Wow. Didn’t think a pretty girl like you would be into an old man like me.”

You stare at him with wide eyes, in disbelief that he just said that; that he just called you pretty. Your face feels hot and your head feels fuzzy. Without thinking, you lean forward and press your lips against, half expecting him to pull away. But he doesn’t. In fact, he melts into your touch, pulling you closer. His hands find your hair. You’re feeling brave now. Not only did you kiss Joel Miller first but he pulled you closer. You brush your tongue against his lips and he hums into the kiss, parting his lips slightly to let you gain access. He tastes sweet from the lemonade he was just drinking. He pushes against you lightly, coaxing you to lay down the couch. He decides he wants his tongue in your mouth now, pressing it against yours. You part your mouth as he explores it with his tongue. You whimper a little bit underneath him, making him moan into your mouth. You want more. You can’t get enough of him. You reach your hand down to the waistband of his pants but he pulls away.

“Let’s save that for next time, sweets.

He wants a next time, you think to yourself.

You nod and he kisses your forehead. You stay there like that for a moment, underneath him and staring into each other's eyes.

“I guess I should get home,” you say.

He nods and pulls himself off of you. You stand up and try to fix the back of your hair, a little matted from your couch make out session. You get nervous for a second, worried about what the neighbors will think seeing you leave Joel’s all frazzled.

“Same time tomorrow?” he asks, leading you to the door.

“Actually… Can we walk somewhere else? Maybe the park… and maybe a little bit later? Maybe around 6:30?”

You wince, worried that he’s going to be offended that you don't want to be seen with him. But he’s not.

“Sure thing, sweets. I’ll see if my brother, Tommy, can watch Sarah after work. Wanna meet me there?”

“Sure… See you tomorrow, Joel,” you say, reaching for the door handle.

But before you can leave he grabs you by the waist and kisses you again, catching you off guard.

He pulls away and says, “One for the road.”

“I literally live across the street,” you laugh.

“Doesn’t matter,” he says, pressing a kiss on your forehead, “See you tomorrow, sweets.”

He lets go of you and you leave. You feel his eyes on you as you walk home. You reach your front door and you turn around to get one last look at his house. To your surprise he’s still there. You give each other a small wave before you go inside. You close the door behind you and lean against it, smiling like an idiot. You go to your room and think about what you’re going to wear tomorrow.

After a while you hear your mom come home.

“How was your day, honey?” she calls to you.

“Really great actually…”

“That’s good to hear,” she says.

You smile to yourself, thinking about how she doesn’t know the reason why. It feels good to have a little secret like this. You go to bed that night finding yourself unable to sleep. You’re too busy thinking about seeing Joel tomorrow.

You wake up for the day and hope it goes by fast. Between making a shopping list for school, picking out your outfit and eating lunch the day doesn’t drag on too long. You get ready and put on a blue and white floral dress with white converse. Not really ideal for going on a walk but you’re hoping it’ll be more than that.

You go to grab your keys to leave but you decide to leave a note for your parents. You make up some lie about getting ice cream and seeing a movie with some friends from high school that were home for the summer. You leave the note on the kitchen counter and leave, getting in your car to drive to the park. The whole drive to the park you’re nervous. You never even confirmed if the plan was still on; if Sarah could go to Tommy’s. You decide that you’ll wait until six before going home. You pull into the parking lot and wait, twiddling your thumbs and switching between radio stations. After a while you see Joel’s black truck pull in and feel relieved. The park is a little dead today which makes you feel relieved even more. You get out of your car to meet him and he immediately greets you with a kiss.

He pulls away and says, “How was your day, sweets?”

“Just got a little better,” you reply, smiling at him.

“Only a little? After tonight you’ll think differently,” he teases.

You walk around the park together as it gets darker and darker. He tells you he’s a contractor. He tells you about his daughter and how her mom left them soon after she was born. You tell him about school but you choose to not talk about leaving in the fall… He listens to you and makes you feel seen; makes you feel wanted. You haven’t known him that long at all but you can feel yourself falling for him.

Eventually you two are the only ones left at the park as the sun starts to set. You’re sitting on a bench, thighs pressed together. The anticipation in the air is heavy as both of you know what you want. You want him to act on it first. You turn to look up at him and as if he reads your mind he caresses your face and kisses you. You press against him more, turning the kiss into full blown making out.

He pulls back and whispers against your ear, “Wanna go back to the truck, sweets?”

You nod and rise from the bench. He keeps a hand on the small of your back on the walk back to the truck. He opens the door to the backseat and you slide in as he follows and closes the door behind him. He wastes no time kissing you again, but this time he pulls you into his lap. You grind your hips against him as his hands roam your thighs. His calloused hands from manual labor contrast with your soft skin. It reminds you how much of a man he is. You feel his fingers tugging at the seam of your underwear so you spread your legs a bit wider. His fingers tease your entrance making you moan against him. He brings his fingers to his lips to moisten them but before he can slide one in you stop him.

“Joel… I have to tell you something.”

“What is it, sweets?”

“I’ve… never had an orgasm before.”

“Oh baby I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

He slides a finger into your already wet cunt. You rest your head on the back of the seat beside his head and close your eyes in pleasure. He was right; you already feel good. And just off of one finger. He curls in against your walls as you whimper beside his ear. He inserts another finger and you feel yourself expand to accommodate how wide they are. He pumps them in and out of you faster and faster. You feel yourself get close to the edge. And that’s when he brings his thumb to your clit rubbing small, fast circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Cum on my fingers, sweets. Let me feel it.”

You whimper and nod against him, so close but not quite there yet. He curls fingers up against your g-spot in a “come here” motion and that’s when you cum hard. Your release drips down to his wrist, leaving it completely soaked. You moan his name over and over again as you ride out your high, grinding against his hand in the process as he whispers words of praise against your ear.

“You did so good, baby.”

You move your head to look him in the eye after you finish coming, his fingers still inside you.

“Thank you, Joel.”

“I’m glad I could help, baby.”

You kiss him as he pulls his fingers out, whining at the sudden absence inside you. He pulls away and brings his fingers to his mouth to taste you, closing his eyes as he does.

“You taste so good, baby. So sweet.”

You reach your hand between your legs and rub where his cock was straining against the fabric of his pants. He pulls his cock out and gathers more of your release, spreading it on his cock in preparation to fuck you.

“You ready for me, sweets?”

You nod and lower yourself onto him, feeling his cock spread you apart. You stay still for a moment, letting yourself get adjusted to his size and looking into each other's eyes. After getting comfortable you grind yourself against him, hitting you in the most perfect angles. He hands grip your waist as he looks up at you while you fuck yourself on his cock. You feel yourself getting close again; your walls tensing up around him.

“That’s it, baby. Cum again for me,” he says, looking you in the eye.

You cunt pulses and flutters around him as you cum again, ripping through your core. Your hands find his hair as you finish coming, also sending him to the edge. His hands move to your hips to pull you off of him, but you bring a hand to his chest and say, “It’s okay. I’m on the pill.” He nods and you grind against him once more. He shoots his load into you, coating your insides with his warm release.

You both stay there pressed against each other and panting. The inside of the truck is steamy, condensation hanging on the windows. You look at each other with sweaty faces and pupils blown wide. You kiss again, not needing to say any words about what just happened; you both feel the same way.

“I wanna be the power ballad that lifts you up and holds you down

I wanna be the broken love song that feeds your misery

And I can wish all that I want, but it won't bring us together

Plus I know whatever happens to me, I know it's for the better”

And so the rest of the summer you and Joel mess around, finding places to fuck where no one would suspect a thing. Your parents are none the wiser at first but eventually you start to run out of excuses. Joel’s brother, Tommy, on the other hand sensed that something was there from the beginning but chose to look the other way. He’s happy to see that Joel is enjoying himself again after Sarah’s mom left but he worries that you’re too young and naive for Joel. And throughout the whole summer Joel never puts a label on what you are despite how badly you want to be official. But it’s not smart. Not when you’re sneaking around behind your parents back and not when you’re about to go away to school. But the truth is you love him so much and you’ve never told him.

It’s the night before you’re about to leave and you’re laying in the bed of Joel’s truck. He decided to make this time special, bringing you somewhere with less light pollution so you can stargaze and lining the truck bed with pillows and blankets.

He’s between your thighs, cock buried deep in your cunt as he fucks you relentlessly. You try to take a mental image of him above him above you with the starry night sky behind him. You never want this to end. With one last slam of his hips you’re coming around him, gripping his cock like a vice. He paints your walls with thick ropes of cum, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He pulls out if you and collapses next to you, pulling you against him.

“I’m gonna miss you, Joel,” you say into the crook of his neck.

“I’m gonna miss you too, sweets,” he says, running a hand through your hair.

You look up at the stars as you lay against him, tears springing in your eyes as you think about leaving him. You both lay there talking about anything but tomorrow. But soon enough it gets late and you have to get home. You have a three hour drive ahead of you tomorrow. You slip on your clothes and get out of the truck bed, dragging your feet to the front. The drive home is silent, both of you not knowing what to say. But as he pulls up to your house he stops you before you can get out. He leans over and kisses you passionately before whispering against your ear, “One for the road”.

You feel tears sting your eyes again as you get out of the truck.

“Goodbye, Joel,” you say, closing the door behind you. Tears are rolling down your face now as you walk to the front door, stopping to turn around and watch him pull into his driveway.

The drive to school the next day was dreadful. Realistically you should be excited about this; it’s all you ever wanted. But you’re missing Joel. You hadn’t exactly talked about what would happen with you two once you left.

The move in goes alright. Your parents stick around a bit too long, just wanting to make sure you’re going to be alright. Luckily, you have a single on the off chance Joel comes to see you. But that seems few and far between. You’re three hours away and he has Sarah at home. When is he ever gonna have the time to come see you?

Two weeks pass and you don’t hear from Joel. He knows how to reach you. He has your phone number and you have his. But you’re too nervous to call him first.

“I wanna make you drive all night

Just because I said, "Maybe you should come over"

Wanna make you fall in love as hard as my poor parent's teenage daughter

She'll be the best you ever had if you let her”

That is until one Friday night when you come back from a frat party drunk out of your mind. Your feelings get the best of you and you call Joel. His gruff voice answers with, “Sweets?”

“Joellll I miss youuuu,” you say, slurring your words.

“I miss you too, sweets. Are you alright?”

“I just came back from a party,” you whisper.

He chuckles, “I’m glad you’re having fun, sweets.”

“You should come over,” you whine.

“You serious?”

“Mhmmm.”

He sighs, feeling conflicted before answering, “Fine. I’ll leave in an hour. I just have to bring Sarah to Tommy’s.”

“Thank you, Joel. I can’t wait to see you.”

“Me neither, sweets. See you soon,” he says before hanging up.

You fall into bed, sleeping the best you’ve slept in a while knowing that Joel will be there in the morning.

You awake to your phone ringing. You roll over and look at the contact and see that it’s Joel. You pick up and he says, “Alright sweets I’m here. What building?”

“Building 2A. I’ll meet you outside,” say before hanging up.

You rush to get changed and smooth down your hair. You leave your room to go meet him, anxious to see him again even though it’s only been two weeks. You leave the building and step out onto the quad and see him there standing in the middle of the grass, hands in his pockets. His face brightens as he sees you. You run over to him and wrap your arm around it. It all feels like a movie.

“You have no idea how much I missed you,” you say into his chest.

You feel his arms embrace you as he says, “Missed you too, sweets. You wanna let me inside your dorm? I feel like I’m getting weird looks.”

You pull away and look around to see handfuls of students sitting on picnic blankets in the grass. Some of them were looking at you two, some weren’t. Regardless they were all freshmen and sophomores judging by the looks of them. And they weren’t used to seeing a thirty year old man standing in the middle of the quad. You take his hand and lead him back to your building, signing him in before you take him to your room.

“Wow, no roommate, huh?” he says.

“Nope,” you say, giving him a smirk.

That was all he needed. His lips come crashing against yours and his large hands envelope your face. He pushes you back towards your bed across the room and you oblige, falling down on it so he can hover over you. He presses sloppy, wet kisses down your jaw and neck, nipping at the soft skin ever so slightly. He pulls off your sweatpants and trails his hand from your knee and up your thigh. You spread your legs open for him, wanting him inside you already. He stands for a moment to pull off his pants and shirt as you take in his naked body before removing your own shirt. He takes one look at you and says, “Already so wet for me, sweets,” as he rubs his fingers along your entrance. He collects some of your wetness on his hands and slathers his already hard cock before thrusting in slowly. Even though it’s only been two weeks since you last had him you had to get adjusted to his size for a moment, holding your breath as your walls expanded around him. You exhale and he thrusts in you harder, picking up your thighs with his hands and learning down, folding you in half. This angle is intense for you and you never last long with it. He slams his hips into you, filling the room with the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin and your own moans. You’re sure anyone on either side of you can hear right now but you’re too blissed out to care. He thrusts into you one last time and you come undone around him, your cunt fluttering on his cock. The sensation of your release makes him cum too and you’re filled with the familiar feeling of his cum shooting into you. He pulls out and lays down next to you on your shitty dorm room mattress, holding you as you close your eyes and melt into him.

“How was the drive?” you ask after a moment.

“Uh, not terrible,” he says.

“… Maybe we could do this more often?” you say, nervous to hear his response.

“Maybe, sweets,” he says, pressing a kiss to your temple, “But I can’t stay that long, baby. Tommy can’t watch Sarah that much longer.”

“Okay… How much longer do you have?”

“Probably another hour until I have to leave.”

You nod and lay back down against him, sadness washing over you again. You lay there together catching up until he has to go. You tell him how school is going and he tells you how home is. He checked on your parents after you left, making sure they weren’t too upset in your absence and you thank him for that. But the talking comes to an end as he gets to get dressed. Before he leaves you kiss him and say, “I love you, Joel,” not really expecting an answer back. Which you don’t get. He kisses you again and says “Bye, sweets.” You spend the rest of the day in bed, feeling emptier than ever.

And now you’ve sort of fallen into a routine with Joel where you call him to come over. And he does when he can. Normally you just have sex and lay in bed together. Occasionally you’ll go out for breakfast before he has to go back but that’s as far as dates go for you. He can never stay for more than a few hours with Sarah at home. You start to feel hopeless with the whole situation. You wanted more than this; you wanted a real relationship and he just can’t give it to you. He hasn’t said I love you back at this point either and you’re growing frustrated. You’re in college with a sea of available men and you’re pining for the thirty year old dad who’s three hours away. You decide that if the opportunity comes along for someone else, you’re not going to pass it up.

It’s November now, right before Thanksgiving break. You called Joel in your drunken stupor the night prior but he didn’t pick up. At this point you can’t take it anymore; you’re done with being strung along. You always thought to yourself if he’s driving three hours a couple times a week to come see me, he must love me right? But you never get any confirmation.

You’re pacing back and forth in the lobby of your building, your mind is going in a thousand different directions. You’ve barely been able to focus on school during all of this and the friends you’ve made so far have noticed a change in you. You’re spiraling, wondering why you even put yourself in this situation to begin with.

But you’re snapped from your thoughts when the cute guy from your philosophy class taps you on the shoulder. You turn to look at him. He seems nervous.

“Oh, hi,” you say, feeling shy. The only man you’ve really interacted with at this point has been Joel and you’re not used to talking to someone new.

“Hey, um I’m Sean. We’re in Philosophy 315 together.”

“Yes I remember you. How are you doing?”

“I'm good… I was just wondering… After the break did you want to go out sometime?”

Fuck it. Why not? You have someone here in front of you telling you directly that he wants to take you out.

“Sure,” you say, pulling out a piece of paper and writing your number on it, “Call me when break is over, okay?”

He takes the piece of paper from you and nods. But behind him you notice Joel who just witnessed everything. He doesn’t say anything, turning on his heel and leaving.

“Would you excuse me?” you say to Sean before running out of the building, not waiting for a response. You follow Joel all the way to his truck before he turns around and asks, “What the fuck was that?!”

“He asked me to go out. Big fucking deal.”

“And you said yes?!”

“Why not? I’m getting really sick and tired of this. You don’t get to continue fucking me after I tell you I love you when you don’t say it back. You don’t think I’m not going to try and move on?”

He sighs. He realizes he’s in the wrong. But instead of confirming his love for you he says, “Sweets, I don’t think this is working out for us anymore. You’re away at college like you’ve always wanted to be… and I think you deserve the full experience… with someone your own age.”

Tears spring to your eyes and he grabs your hands. Deep down you know he’s right. You know this is for the better.

“I know, Joel. I’ve been thinking about this too… it’s for the better.”

“It is, sweets,” he says, pulling you in for a hug and kissing your forehead.

“I’m sorry,” he continues, “It was wrong of me to string you along like this.

You nod against him, your tears staining his shirt. He caresses your face and gives you one last kiss.

“One for the road,” he murmurs against your ear.

He gets back in his truck and you walk back to the edge of the parking lot. You turn to watch him leave, tears rolling down your face. You watch him until he’s out of sight. You sigh and walk back to your building, feeling a weird mixture of sadness and relief. It was for the better.

“I never grew up with you

And you're not my waiting room”

End note: I hope you liked the lyric header with Phoebe's handwriting!!! Love my queen🖤 Let me know if this ripped out your heart like it did to mine 😍 xoxo

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trueblueidiot · 8 months

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A Little Lovin'

THIS IS REAL PEOPLE FANFIC AND IF YOU DONT LIKE THAT LEAVE!

platonic!boygenius x reader; lots of sister!Lucy x reader moments

Warnings: This is a comfort fic about a breakup, so proceed with that information as you will. nothing super in detail about the reader's ex-partner. minor swearing. lots of fluff and comfort.

requested by @julienbakerloverr: hey! if you do requests could you maybe do one where reader is like lucy or pheobe sister and like she just broke up with her ex and she come over to her sisters house on boygenius night and they all comfort her?? and possibly julien x reader?? but only if u want to!

“W-W-We broke up.” you sob over the phone to your sister.

“Oh, sweetie. I’m so sorry. I’m at home if you need to come over. Please come over. Julien and Pheobe are over, too, and we can all hang out. I don’t want you grieving alone.” she states in a rush of words.

Sniffling and whipping your tears with the cuff of your hoodie, you agree to come over. As you go to hang up the phone, you hear Julien and Pheobe yell their “I love yous” before the line drops.

Taking a deep breath, hoping to steady your breathing, you set on packing a bag. As you enter your bedroom, you rummage into your closet for your overnight duffel bag. Locating the old thing, you shove the necessities into the bag and zip it without a second thought to what you’ve shoved in there; if you’re missing something, Lucy is bound to have it. As you’re walking out of your apartment door, you glance at yourself in the mirror by the door. The bags under your eyes are deep and purple, your eyes bloodshot, your hair a knotted mess, and your outfit is purely for comfort. The tears threatened to spill over as you looked at your sorry state. But, before the floodgates could open, you snap back into getting out the door, snatching your keys from the hook by the door, and shoving your feet into your slippers. You head out of your apartment and down the stairs to your car.

Pulling your car into Lucy’s driveway, you see the front door of her house slowly crack open to reveal your sister standing in the doorway. Retrieving your bag from the back of the car, you shuffle up to her wide-open arms, throwing yourself into her embrace. The tears come immediately.

“It’s ok.” Lucy coos, rubbing her hand up and down your back in soothing strokes.

Lucy stands with you in her arms for a while, letting you get out all the tears and sniffles.

“Tha- Thank you, Lu. I needed that.” You half smile, whipping the tears from your cheeks.

“Of course. Let's get you inside. The boys are in the living room right now. I thought we could watch a movie or some trash TV. It’s your pick. Also, Pheobs went ham and bought a bunch of snacks, so there’s a whole feast of junk food on the coffee table if you’re hungry.” Lucy rambles, ushering you into her home.

Stepping through the doorway and into the foyer, you drop your stuff by the stairs. Looking into the living room, you see Pheobe and Julien fluffing pillows and throwing blankets onto the couch. Pheobe makes eye contact with you and gives you a small smile.

“Hey, get in here!” Pheobe beckons, grin growing wider.

Shuffling your way into the living room, you glance around at the space they were preparing. The TV was opened to Lucy’s Netflix account, casting a soft glow in the dark room. The fairy lights you had hung up with Lucy when she first bought her place illuminated the space, and the sofa was piled high with throw pillows and fuzzy blankets courtesy of Pheobe and Julien.

“Thank you for setting all of this up. I need this.” You smile, tears welling in your eyes.

“No need to thank us! We’re just happy you decided to come over and hang with us.” Julien states, pulling you into a hug that Pheobe joins in on.

“Let me in!!” Lucy yells, entering the living room and joining the group hug.

“I love you guys.” you choke, the tears finally spilling and rolling down your cheeks. They pull you even closer if that is even possible, and you bury your head into Julien’s shoulder. As you cry into your friend's arms, you feel Julien’s hand moving up and down your back sweetly, Pheobe’s lips as she plants soft kisses on your forehead, and Lucy’s hand squeezing your bicep reassuringly. You lean into their comforting embrace and release all the pent-up grief you had bottled up. Slowly, your sobs become sniffles, and your sniffles become deep breaths as your tears cease and your breathing evens.

“Thanks.” you croak, laughing softly at your hoarse voice.

“Of course, that is why we are here. To be your shoulder to cry on.” Phoebe says, wiping your tears with her thumbs and kissing your forehead.

Plopping down onto the couch, you sit by Julien, and Pheobe sits by Lucy. You all get comfy on the couch, grabbing pillows, blankets, and of course snacks. Once everyone was settled into their spots, Lucy grabbed the remote and clicked into her profile.

“Ok, what are we watching tonight?” she asks, flicking to the search bar. “Hmmmmmm, Gilmore Girls?” you respond sheepishly.

“YES!” Lucy squeals, scrolling through the main menu to find the show.

It’s midnight when you see Julien and Pheobe have passed out on the couch. You look over to Lucy, who is also looking at the sleeping duo. She looks up, makes eye contact with you, and smiles lightly, shaking her head.

“Why am I not surprised they were the first to fall asleep,” Lucy whisper-yells, grabbing the blanket slowly slipping off them and tucking it back into place. You giggle at her statement and shake your head.

“Julien can never stay up past her bedtime.” you joke.

“Well, apparently, neither can Pheobe.” Lucy laughs.

You throw your head back in quiet, stifled laughter at your sister's comment.

“I’m glad you decided to come over,” Lucy smiles, reaching across the snoozing duo to squeeze your arm.

“I’m sorry they were such a jerk and broke up with you over the phone, though. That was shitty.”

“They weren’t the best partner in the world, and I had a feeling it wouldn’t last. I mean, it is what it is, but it still hurts,” “When you put so much time into a relationship trying to make it work, and your efforts end up being for nothing. It sucks. But, I think it was for the best because I couldn’t see myself being with them in the long run.” you state.

“I’m sorry it had to happen this way though. You know this invitation is extended to however long you must stay here. And that my door is always open, even if I’m out on tour.” Lucy says.

“Yeah, you’re the best sister I could ask for. I love you, Luce.”

“Love you too.”

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brandogenius · 2 months

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Hey could you do boygenius x sick younger artist reader, maybe it’s kind of the beginning of the tour so ya is still kind of shy and intimated by them so they try to hide it until they just can’t anymore and they boys kind of watch of them and take care of them and it becomes like a bonding experience , super excited for you to write the boygenius x ya reader fic series I love ur page and am always checking to see if you’ve updated ❤️❤️

EEEE!!!! i had a lot of fun with this one!! i’m sorry if it’s really long i got carried away!!

consider this part 1 of the young artist au :D an introduction

‼️RPF‼️

“fresh soup”

the boys & younger!artist reader!

Part 2 here!

(not proofread!!)

word count: 1,969

not even two days into the tour and you were in your assigned bunk with the sniffles. as if the universe has different plans for you. you were excited for the tour but having stressed the entire week hoping it all went to plan.

yet here you were. tissue box propped up against your side as you scrolled through social media. the tour bys was on a bumpy road causing you to take deep breaths. it wasn’t helping.

you were the opening act for boygenius. a famous supergroup full of talented musicians. it was your first ever tour and you were nervous. you spent the first day travelling from where you, phoebe, lucy and julien just settled down into their home for the next couple of months.

“kid” startled out of your thoughts, you heard a small tap on the side of the bunk.

“mhm?” you pulled the small curtain open meeting eye to eye with julien. she looked at you with a look of worry and concern

“thought we lost you back at the buss stop. haven’t seen you come out since we drove off. you doing ok?” julien crossed her arms, glancing over you, taking note of the tissue box and scattered tissues in your bed.

“feeling homesick?”

“i’m fine” you avoided her stare, taking interest in the other bunk behind her. your voice was hoarse. sore to swallow and talk. it had you wincing slightly.

“shit- are you sick already?” julien leaned forward a bit, pressing the back of her hand to your forehead. “i said im fine” you frowned.

“doesn’t sound like you’re fine. you want to come out into the lounge and watch some tv with us? instead of being cooped up in here all day” the tattooed woman gave an offer. a small smile on her face. you considered the options. whilst you weren’t that close to the boys or julien you were a bit hesitant on taking up the offer.

weighing the pros and cons felt like it was more cons than pros at this point. what if you got the boys sick? they’d have to cancel the show. you couldn’t afford to get them sick. you’d rather seclude yourself into the safety of your little bunk to wallow in pity and sickness.

“i’m fine- i think id like to stay here, please?” your hand was reaching up to pull the curtains shut when julien nodded. “you sure kid? phoebes makin’ breakfast you want some?”

the thought of having breakfast made you frown. you weren’t sure. you appreciated the thought of julien offering it to you but politely declined. you could make your own breakfast if you wanted to. you didn’t want the boys to use more of what they had themselves. that wasn’t something you wanted to tell julien though.

“i packed some breakfast bars if i need any- thank you though” you gave julien a nod, quickly closing the curtain this time with a small sigh. you listened carefully to julien’s footsteps walking out the door and into the lounge. muffled talking can be heard behind the door. you sighed a little in relief, sneezing a bit as you rolled over onto your other side and shut your eyes for a bit.

unfortunately, people had other plans. the door to the bunk room opened quickly. hurried footsteps made their way down the hallway. you prayed silently, hoping they didn’t stop at your bunk but they did.

“nu uh- absolutely not!” your curtain swung open. you squinted your eyes with a glare, turning over to be met strands of platinum silver hair. phoebe bends down slightly to meet your eyes. “you’re having breakfast, get up and come on” she nodded her head.

“i’m not gonna let you rot away in this ugly-ass bunk. as tour bus buddies, we need to eat and plan for the tour, so come on” phoebe walked down the hallway, humming a tune to herself. an apron was hugging her waist. you stared in confused for a second, watching as she swing a fork around like a microphone.

with a sigh, you flung yourself out of the bunk. your hair was messy and your eyes were dark with bags under your eyes. you wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep but unfortunately, the three musicians in the other room had different plans for you.

“and she has finally left the bunk. seems like the first time we’re finally meeting you!” you quietly opened the door into the small lounge area. it wasn’t big but it wasn’t small either. there was a fridge with cabinets and a sink. on the other side there was a couch with a pull out table.

lucy and julien were sat at the couch. phoebe was hunched over the counter. three pots of cup noodles were opened on the table. a fourth one was being prepared. you took a seat closest to lucy, looking at the tv playing some random cartoon.

“see this bitch” lucy nudged you with her elbow and nodded towards phoebe. “the only woman i know to wear an apron while making cup noodles because she says ‘it’s needed’ needed for what pheebs?” lucy chuckled.

“it’s true- don’t listen to her” phoebe settled the four cups on the small table, taking a seat beside you. “she doesn’t know what she’s talking about. i absolutely need an apron for making these” she twirled the noodles around her fork.

“why?”

“i wanted to look like a cute sexy housewife while cooking you guys some breakfast- damn, you guys don’t appreciate shit in this house” you listened and ate quietly as phoebe and lucy took into a debate. you looked up, catching julien’s eyes as she rolled her eyes jokingly at the other two.

“so i was told you’re sick? little birdie told me you sound like shit” you look up at lucy as she stared down at you. you continued to twirl your noodles. “you could say that yeah”

“you’re lucky tour isn’t for another two days. you can rest and take plenty of fluids. make sure your vocals are good too.” the taller woman added as she pointed her fork towards you.

“julien is making soup tonight. should help. something warm too” phoebe added

“how are you gonna make soup in a tour bus?” you looked at the three in confusion. maybe there was some type of technique you didn’t even think of. but clearly seeing there isn’t anywhere for a stove or oven you were stuck for ideas.

“our last tour we bought a portable stove. a lifesaver if you want something cooked up, instead of living off pot noodles and snacks. portable stove and a pot and it’s just like at home”

“ahh” you replied. that was interesting. your first time on a tour bus, you wouldn’t have thought about it. you quickly ate the rest of your noodles and leaned back, tugging your legs to your chest. you ended up settling into a peaceful quietness as you and the boys watched spongebob on the overhead tv. you weren’t too interested but it was something to pass the time. you were called out to eat with the boys- you didn’t know if you were able to go back to your bunk even if you so wanted to. you didn’t want to sound or appear rude-

“-yeah?” you shook your head, blinking a bit. three pairs of eyes stared back at you. “huh?” feeling a blush creep up on your cheeks, you quickly looked away, wishing the tour bus would open up and spit you out

“i said, you don’t need to hang out with us here if you don’t want to. we’re not stopping you from going back to the bunk” julien nodded her head. her eyes were kind and soft. there was no anger or upset in them. it made you unclench your shoulders and let out a deep breath.

“i’m just going to sleep for a bit” you whispered. phoebe quickly stood up, making space for you to leave.

“that’s totally fine dude. take all the rest you need. we will be calling you for dinner though” phoebe placed a hand on your shoulder and have it a small squeeze. you smiled slightly, ducking out of the room and back to your bunk.

“knock knock” you opened your eyes to the familiar voice outside the curtains. lucy stood at the bunk this time, moving the fabric aside with a small smile. “dinner time, we’d give it to you here but don’t wanna spill it all over the one place you sleep. wanna come eat with us in the lounge?” you nodded your head, hopping out of the bunk silently.

“just have some soup and go back to bed” lucy placed a hand in your shoulder and led you back into the lounge.

“evening, sleepyhead. get good sleep?” phoebe sat on the couch this time. laptop on the table and feet kicked up on the other side of the couch. julien was hovering over the small portable stove on the countertop. the smell of tomato soup filled the air.

“have a seat- phoebe get your damn legs off the couch, let them sit down” julien turned around, wacking phoebe with her hand as she grumbled. “personal space doesn’t exist with this one around” lucy gestured for you to sit down first, sandwiched between phoebe to your left and lucy to your right.

“how are you enjoying bus life so far?” phoebe sat cris crossed on the furnature, typing away at her laptop. you held your phone in your hand, switching it on to check the time. 5:34pm.

“it’s fine. it’s unusual- probably because it’s my first time on a tour bus” you replied, glancing at phoebes laptop. she seemed to be replying to emails.

“i’d say the last time you were on a tour bus must’ve been for high school? field trips or whatever they are” julien speaks from countertop. “you did graduate couple months ago right?” you nodded to confirm julien’s statement

“i feel so old now” lucy leaned back on the couch. “there’s like.. an actual child on tour with us it’s like we’re babysitting”

“i mean, i just turned 19 like a couple of months so i’m not really a kid anymore” you said with a small smile.

“oh god that’s not a child. that’s a whole fucking teenager” phoebe laughed. “or young adult. either way i feel like a senior citizen- feel like you’re gonna ask me what the great depression is like or something” this has the whole tour bus laughing.

“alright, pipe down meemaw. you’ll get your dinner and then you can watch your game shows later” julien joked, grabbing the ladle and filling the dishes.

“fresh soup from the portable stove coming up. careful- bowls are hot” julien placed the dishes down onto the table one by one. cloth covering her hands as a substitute for an oven glove.

you stared at the soup with a small smile. “thank you” julien shrugged casually “don’t even worry about it, kid”

you listened to the boys start random conversations. they’d always include you in them. it made you feel happy. you were happy to be included.

“would you rather - listen ok important question” phoebe swung her fork around carelessly as she started the conversation . lucy frowned “can you not maybe try spill soup everywhere?” phoebe gave lucy the middle finger. lucy giving her back back. you laughed loudly at the interaction unraveling before you

“ok before i was RUDLEY interrupted. would you rather be a worm or an ant. i feel like this really determines our friendship with you, kid”

you sat there with wide eyes for a moment.

“what type of question is that?”

“SEE? THANK YOU”

“OH FUCK YOU GUYS”

maybe it wasn’t that bad hanging out with the boys. you’d definitely be doing this more often.