#bitethehnd

… she said i got her if i want

she's so soft like silk chiffon

you were woken up from your peaceful slumber with soft kisses pressed against the side of your neck. you couldn’t quite grasp what the feeling was yet in your hazy state, but you let out a sigh of content at the sweet sensation.

as you slowly came to your senses, you could feel the morning sun cast a sense of warmth across your body and you heard the sounds of birds chirping. calloused hands slide down your sides as the kisses continued. julien. you could smell the coconut shampoo from her scalp where it was placed in the crock of your neck.

you let out a quiet groan as you stretched the stiffness in your body away. you still felt sore from the previous night, no doubt she did too, but that didn’t stop her from coming back for more.

“morning, baby,” julien sighed softly into your jaw, nipping at it a bit. you quietly giggled at her, opening your eyes and looking down to meet her gaze.

“good morning, jules. how’d you sleep?” you asked her as you ran your fingers through her bed head.

“i always sleep good with you,” the short woman said and squeezed your hip. you gave her a soft smile and hooked your leg over her waist, pulling her closer to your hot skin.

she ran her hands over the back of your neck and the baby hairs that laid there, her other thumb caressed the supple skin of your cheek. “feels nice,” you sighed in content upon her ministrations.

“m’glad,” julien simply said, a bit of her southern accent slipping through. she continued to trace the hills and valleys of your face, touching every single detail with care. her other hand slowly crept back down your body again, grabbing at the supple of your belly.

you lean in to kiss the freckled skin of her shoulder. “you’re touchy this morning,” you giggled and pulled on arm around the back of her neck.

“well, can you blame me? i get to wake up to this every morning,” she replied with amusement and nudged your cheek with her forehead.

“i guess i can’t…” you trailed off and pulled her in for a gentle kiss. she kissed back intently, tattooed hand still roaming your abdominal. the kiss got less sweet with every moment, turning passionate in a flash, mostly due to julien’s insatiableness.

she pulled away from a second. “this okay, princess?” she asked and faintly gazed into your eyes.

“more than okay, jules.”

she took that as her sign to get to work. she kissed over the purple hickies on your neck from the previous night, admiring them quickly. her hand grasped at the plush on the outside of your thighs, molding it into her grasp. you whimpered at the feeling, pushing your body into her hand for more.

“so needy, baby,” she chuckled into your hot skin and moved to the inside of your thighs. the grip she had was soft and tickled a bit, but that just made you more desperate. of course she would initiate things, get you worked up, and then tease you.

“god, jay,” you murmured, words slurring, “c’mon… hurry up.” you pulled the locks of hair resting at the back of her head, hoping it would speed her up.

“whatever you want, baby,” she said, seeming to be in a bit of a haze. it wasn’t often that you got to be like this; just simply the two of you together. no fame, no tour, no fans. just you and her basking in the glow of love.

she obeyed your command and pushed your thighs apart, to which you immediately complied and spread them wide, making her smirk a bit. she laid in between your legs, still playing with the skin of your inner thighs, and grinds her body against yours. you let out quiet sighs at the action.

julien let out a small gasp when she feels how wet you are, running her fingers up and down your folds. she smears your slick all over her fingers and then pulls her hand away, sticking her fingers in her mouth. you groan at the sight.

“jules, please. you said you’d hurry,” you whine out, feeling your desperation increasing by the second. she nodded her head, reminding herself of her mission. she slowly inched one finger inside you, staying stagnant for a moment to get you use to the intrusion. when your hips started to rock into her hand, she knew you were ready.

she started to curl her finger deep inside you, finding the soft patch of nerves that made you go wild. you let out a little moan when she hit your g spot, arching your back into her body. she gazed down at you with admiration and so much love, like you were a goddess on earth.

“more, baby. please,” you begged, wanting her to add another finger. she immediately added her ring finger next to her middle, not even thinking about it. she swore she’d give you anything you asked for.

“that’s it, princess. you’re doing so good for me,” she whispered into your ear. you softly cried out as she sped up her fingers, but not going too fast. she wanted this to be soft and sweet. your bodies slowly moved together, completely feeling one another, like you were one in the same.

“so pretty,” she whispered as she looked down at your blissed out face. she had never seen a prettier sight.

“shut up—” she cut you off with a kiss. she won’t hear anything different, you were beautiful. she would never allow you to ever disagree, not when the sunlight cast a golden glow on your skin and you let her love on you.

while still kissing, you begin to shift you leg in between her own. she tried to take out her fingers, thinking you wanted her to stop, but you held her wrist in place. you position her thighs on either side of your left one, pushing your leg up and grinding into her.

she broke the kiss to let out a groan. her head fell to your chest and her breathing picked up, working her fingers into you even faster. she pulled her thumb up a bit and started to gently rub small circles on your clit, making you jump.

she ground down on your thigh and you brought your leg up to meet her movements, straining the muscle to get it to hit her clit perfectly. she let out little whimpers that were music to your ears.

she caged your head in with her bicep, the veins under her tattoos flexing with every thrust. she would never let you tell her, but she was utterly gorgeous like this. her dirty blonde hair was curtaining her face, her eyes scrunched in concentration and her cheeks a light hue of red. every inch of her was so perfect.

julien’s breath grew even heavier, opening her eyes to look down at you. you both looked like a complete mess, beads of sweat running down your bodies.

“mmh, jules, fuck,” you whined, “i love you. i love you so fucking much.”

“i love you more, baby,” she said and leaned down to kiss your neck. she couldn’t find the words to really describe how she felt in this moment, so she expressed it through her actions instead. she handled you so gently, like you were made of glass.

“close, jules,” you mumble into the crook of her neck.

“i know, i know. me too,” she groaned out and started to rub your clit faster. you reciprocated with bringing your thigh up to give her deeper thrusts, getting her as close as you could.

“hold my hand, babe,” you asked and she immediately interlocked her tattooed fingers with your own, giving you three squeezes.

all she could say at this point was, “i love you, i love you, i love you.” it replayed like a mantra in her head.

“i—” you cut yourself off as you came, back arching off the bed at a painful height. just a few seconds later, julien finished too.

the intensity in the room was at an all time high, with the wind blowing through the curtains and both of your whimpers sounding. you frantically ground against each other, reaching the high of your climax. your vision turned white and all you could think about was julien. you both could have sworn this was a dream.

as you both came to an end, julien falls down on your chest, soft breaths fanning across your breasts. your fingers curl in her hair, softly playing with the strands.

after a few moments, her head pops up. “i love you.” she kissed your lips softly, molding into you.

“i love you, jules.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“sorry, luce!” you yelled back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

✧ from the moment julien's eyes locked with yours, she knew she had to meet you

˖ the day you two met was around four years ago. you were a small, nashville-born artist performing with your band in a local lesbian bar. the crowd wasn't huge, and the pay wasn't great, but you loved performing to people that shared that same connection with you. the feeling of growing up different and the alienation that came with it

˖ you were on the small stage in the back of the bar, singing your heart out to the small crowd. the people around were dancing and drinking, enjoying one of the only places they felt comfortable in. julien was amongst them, but she was alone. she had come to this small bar to get inspiration for her new album. she thanked the heavens above that she made that decision. she got to see you for the first time. you were the prettiest thing she had ever seen. she knew she would kick herself for the rest of her life if she didn't talk to you after your performance

˖ the deep red dress you wore was lacy and frilly, matching the pattern of your stockings. your hair was tied half back with a bow the same shade of crimson. you bounced around on stage like you had trained your whole life for it. the flawlessness and perfection of the way you sung pulled julien in, becoming mesmerized by your siren-like voice

˖ your eyes full of excitement scanned across the room curiously, observing everyone with interest as you sung into the microphone. as soon as your eyes connected with julien's, you felt a jitter in your lungs. she stood on the side of the stage, a glass of water in hand, just silently observing you with curiosity. she was beautiful. utterly handsome. she wore a white button down tucked into a pair of baggy blue jeans, black oxfords on her feet, and simple jewelry scarcely scattered around her body. you quickly took your eyes off her and to a random point around the room, feeling your face heat up. julien smiled at the sight and immediately knew she had to know you

˖ after your band finished the small show, you all headed into the back room of the bar. you all stored away your instruments to pick up later, as you all decided to mingle about the crowd and stay for a while. you grabbed your purse, put on a fresh coat of lip gloss and made your way back to the front. you stayed close to your guitarist, daisy, at the bar, feeling a bit overwhelmed in the presence of all the people there. you ordered a simple cherry coke, not feeling like being hungover tomorrow when you had to go back to your day job

˖ soon enough, daisy left you alone to go talk to a woman that caught her eye. you took small sips of your drink as you sat at the bar, doe eyes gazing around you. in that moment, you saw the handsome woman from before. she was engaged in a simple conversation with one of the other bartenders farther down from you. she turned her head, and you locked eyes again. she seemed to have a conflicting look on her face before excusing herself from the bartender and making her way over to where you sat. your eyes widened as she walked over, not expecting her to actually come and talk to you

˖ julien strolled over and stood next to you, setting her glass of water down on the bar top. she had a small smile on her face, almost a smirk, as she looked up at you. “hi, sweetheart. can i sit?” you quickly nodded your head in confirmation. you turned your body to the side to face her as she sat, a shy smile on your face. she was even prettier up close. “i’m y/n! it’s nice to meet you,” you said gently. “i’m julien, nice to meet you too, sweetheart. your performance was wonderful,” she said softly, her confidence slowly deteriorating. she could hardly think when all she smelled was your vanilla perfume. “oh god, thank you! i’m glad someone was listening. usually, my band only plays small shows so it’s hard to get people engaged.” god, you were adorable. “of course. it would be hard not to listen, your voice is so beautiful. i’m in a band myself, actually.”

˖ thus began the meaningful conversation about music and your own bands. julien told you she was a part of boygenius. you revealed that you knew of the band’s ep released two years prior and loved the music. you even knew a couple of her solo songs and told her your favorites. this made julien smile brightly and the connection deepened

˖ eventually, your other bands members came up to you and said they were leaving after about 30 minutes of conversing with julien. you were disappointed but bid her goodbye. before you could make an exit, she grabbed your bicep gently to hold you back. "could i... get your number?" she asked with hope. you immediately nodded your head with an excited smile, typing your number in her phone, putting a little heart by your name. she grinned at your cuteness. just before you left, you pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. she touched the spot absentmindedly as she walked to her car, a red print of lips stuck to the apple of her cheek

✧ julien courting you

˖ your meeting at the bar was the first, but definitely not the last time you saw julien. the next day, she quickly texted you as she woke up. she wanted to text you as soon as you left her sight the night before but didn't want to seem too eager. she shot you a message to let you know it was her before asking how you slept, ever the gentleman. you two quickly got caught in another conversation, both smiling on separate ends of the phone. she asked all about your hobbies. she learned that you didn't just have an affinity for music, but also for art and history. she decided then and there that she had to take you to an art museum

˖ your text conversations went on like this for a few days. all you could do when chatting with her was lay on your stomach on your bed, kicking your feet and feeling your face heat up. you felt like a high schooler all over again. you constantly felt yourself biting the inside of your cheeks to stop the grin from spreading on your face every time a message from her popped up on the screen

˖ thus begun the start of your dates. julien followed through with taking you to an art museum, loving the way your face lit up with joy at all the paintings and sculptures. some frequent spots for the two of you were homey coffee shops (julien's favorite, obviously), magical gardens, taking hikes among beautiful trees, and just sitting and talking. it didn't matter what you two did, it just mattered that you were together

˖ julien adored the way you wrapped your arm around her bicep, when you let her drape her coat over your shoulders, the sweet kisses you pressed to her cheek. the smirk never fell from her face for hours after you did anything affectionate. you felt giddy every time she called you 'sweetheart' or 'pretty,' when she protectivly wrapped her arm around your waist in crowded spaces, or when brought you small gifts. she never came to get you empty handed. she always came to pick you up from your apartment complex, open the car door for you, and always had a gift waiting for you on the seat. some common ones were records you had talked about, flowers, books, or a new one of your favorite foods that changed every week. julien never missed the little things you said, always storing them into her memory for a later use

˖ you loved getting to know her. nights spent sitting on the roof of your apartment, gazing at the stars were your favorites. every little single thing about her was interesting to you, and vice versa. you loved hearing about the bands that inspired her to make music, her favorite tattoos, or funny stories from her childhood. she loved when you talked about your favorite stuffed animal you religiously slept with as a little girl, your ramblings about the pros and cons of lipgloss brands, or just how pretty the sky looked at a particular moment

˖ after about three weeks of seeing each other almost every day, she asked you to be her girlfriend. a little slow compared to most lesbian relationships, but julien wanted to find the perfect time to ask. she didn't wat this to be a whirlwind romance, she wanted seriousness and commitment. you were both willing to give it to each other. she took you to that art museum she remembered you saying you liked. you looked utterly gorgeous strolling around and gazing at all the paintings, curly hair tied with a bow swinging behind you. you two walked around for about an hour, her arm wrapped firmly around your waist. every time you commented about how pretty an art piece was, she'd reply with "not as pretty as you." it never failed to leave you more infatuated with her

˖ after the museum date, she took you to a beautiful park filled with the blooming flowers of spring. you gazed around in wonder, eyes taking in the pretty sight. julien sat you down on a park bench, turning to face you, clasping your hands into her own. you were a bit confused and the anxiety of her telling you she didn't want to see you anymore crept up. before you could voice your thoughts, she asked the question, "can i be your girlfriend?" you answered immediately with a loving kiss to her lips, which she took as a yes. after the moment of passion was over, she pulled out a small box from the pocket of her leather jacket. she handed it to you with a small, nervous smile on her face, telling you to open it. inside the red velvet box was a heart shaped necklace with the letter 'j' on it. she pulled up the sleeve of her jacket to reveal a matching bracelet, the heart having your initial on it instead

✧ when you’re dating, julien never stops falling in love with you, and you fall right with her

˖ even after you two get together, the dates never come to a stop. at least once a week, either you or julien plan something together. whether it be a cooking class, sitting in a field and sketching, or playing each other your new music

˖ after about two months of dating, she asks you to move in with her. lucy warned her it might be “too quick,” but julien wasn’t hearing any of it. she wanted to be around you all the time, completely infatuated. you weren’t much better. you joke that if she could crawl inside your skin and live there, she would. she doesn’t disagree, but she wasn’t going to tell you that

˖ now, as a butch, moving in is julien’s thing. she’s anxious and over-prepared when she shows up to your house the day of the move. she refused to hire moving men because she insisted she could “do everything a man could do and better.” she’s not wrong there, so you don’t protest. she disassembles all your furniture that you’re taking with you to her house with ease. she wasn’t lying when she said she was handy. and she refuses to even let you carry the lightest box, smirking and saying, “don’t want you to chip a nail.” you smack her on the back of the head and plop down on the ground, just watching her. you do sneak a couple boxes though…

˖ after you got all of your belongings loaded into the u-haul truck (ironic, i know), you set off to her house. during the whole drive, she rambled about where to put all the new furniture and how exciting it was going to be to live together. you just stared at her with loving eyes and a soft smile, nodding alone to whatever random thought popped in her head

˖ when you got to her apartment, she got all of your essential things in and decided she'd get the rest in the morning. while she did that, you rummaged through her cabinets to find something to cook for dinner. you picked a simple meal of spaghetti and meatballs. as she placed the last box down, you served the pasta at the dining table. she wiped the sweat from her face with the bottom of her shirt while you tried so hard to not stare at her abs, you failed. she gave you a cocky smile when she caught you but said nothing. you two sat and ate your first dinner in your shared apartment, basking in the glow of love

˖ the longer you two lived together, the more accustomed you guys got to a routine. you'd be the one to get up first in the morning, julien still snoring like a middle-aged dad, while you made breakfast. you'd gently shake her awake and lead her to the kitchen, tempting her with the aroma of coffee and bacon. she always swore you made coffee "better than dunkin,'" but you knew that was a lie. never get in the way of that woman and her dunkin' donuts. after breakfast, julien would go on a jog. while she did that, you read a favorite book of yours or plan out some new songs

˖ the list of pet names she called you lengthened every day. there was a rang of sweet ones, like baby, babe, princess, angel, sweetheart, honey, doll, etc. but she also called you ones you figured she pulled out of her ass, no idea where she even got the idea from. you knew they were all a joke and it made you laugh with disgust ever time. some are pookie (phoebe's idea, of course), snookums, the wife (your favorite), boss, the missus, sugar tits and punk. you have some for her too, but she defiantly wins in the pet name category

˖ dancing in the kitchen in the middle of the night, illuminated by the refrigerator light ♡♡♡ she puts on some records from the 50's and you slow dance until the sun comes up. she keeps a firm hand on your waist and yours on the shoulders, her twirling and dipping you just to hear you giggle in delight

˖ let me tell you, this woman cannot keep her hands off of you, especially when in public. she always has a hand on the small of your back, leading you through crowds. or her fingers interlaced with your while doing mundane things, like getting groceries or walking through the park. it intensifies even more when at your apartment. her hand acts like its glued to your thigh during movie nights or her hands around your waist, standing behind you while you're doing the dishes

˖ she loves loves lovesss watching you do your hair or makeup, even offering to help sometimes. you look so focused applying your mascara or gliding on lip gloss. she even lets you give her makeovers sometimes, but only with the premise of no pictures (you do sneak a few though). she especially loves doing your hair. she's as careful as possible, understanding your hair is hard to deal with and can be knotty at times. she knows by heart to "only brush it when it's wet!!!" she has straight hair, so she does extensive research on what products and techniques are best for your hair type. she adores putting little bows all over your curls

˖ overall, the relationship is healthy and so full of love. you and julien fit so well together, it's almost like you were crafted to be each other's soulmate

baby, why don't you come over?

red wine supernova

falling into me

julien never really thought she'd be the type to end up in this predicament. she never really understood why people would hook up with no strings attached. it seemed stupid in her opinion. but then there was you

you, who she had met through phoebe many years ago. you, who had become one of her closest friends. you, who she cared for to no end. you, who she felt her attraction to rise everyday like an ocean tide

you had both just gotten out of a relationship, not ready for another yet but still feeling bored with your lives the way they were. julien told herself that after the first time it happened, she would never do it again. she didn't want to risk your friendship over meaningless sex

it was three in the morning on a hot july day in tennessee. even though it was the middle of the night, it was still hot as a sauna in julien's house. both of you laid awake, too warm to even think about sleeping. the two of you were lying on julien's bed and watching some stupid movie that neither of you were paying any attention to.

"i'm boredddd," you whine out with a huff, turning to face julien. the short woman lets out a chuckle at your childish behavior and props her head up on her elbow, gazing down at you. "and what would you like me to do about that?" she teases. you scoff, "i don't know. entertain me, hostess."

"do you wanna play a game?" julien questions, not really sure what else there would be to do at 3am on a random tuesday. "you're such a grandpa, jules," you giggle a bit and fall back down on the bed.

she scoffs dramatically and pulls herself fully up, now leering over you. "i'll show you grandpa," she says lowly before she pounces on you. you let out a shriek of surprise as she attacks you with tickles. she runs her hands over your sides and stomach, ready to make you regret what you said. the room is full of joyful laughter. you try to fight back, you really do, but she's surprisingly strong for her five-foot-tall statue. at the end, she ends up pinning your hands besides your head to stop your thrashing and her body rests directly on top of yours.

your laughter stops abruptly, leaving you both to stare at each other with confusion and want. neither of you know what to do. do you pull away and pretend it never happened? or do you continue? it seems like you made the decision for both of you, leaning up and locking julien's lips onto yours.

her eyes widen but she quickly kisses you back just as fiercely. her hands move from pinning your wrists down to your hips, running her hands over the expanse of your stomach. your hands go to pull her hair, making her let out a slight groan into your mouth.

you can feel everything in that moment. her body right on top of yours, her tongue practically down your throat, the gentleness of her hands on your body. it all becomes too much, and you pull away for air.

your heavy breathes mix into hers, like they're becoming one. she searches your eyes for any hint of regret or uncomfortableness but finds the exact opposite. "is this... okay?" she asks hesitantly, almost as if she scared for the response. "it's more than okay, jules," you smile and run your hands softly through her hair. she smiles back and swiftly moves her face to your neck, leaving purple bruises all over the fragile skin.

that night was close to magical. her hands were everywhere, touching you in places no one had before. you felt her take your breath away over and over and over again. at the end of the night, she told you that you tasted like candy with a smirk on her face.

the morning after you two had sex for the first time, you had a long talk about what it meant for the both of you. you decided that it was for the best if you guys kept it casual, since both of you just got out of pretty long relationships. it hurt both of you on the inside to say that, but it was how it had to be

julien had immeidatly told phoebe and lucy the moment you left her house, spilling out all her feelings into a ten-minute-long rant. lucy definitely told julien to tell you how she actually felt, but the woman was nothing but stubborn

thus began the long nights with julien whenever you would see her. during the day you would act like 'just friends,' but at night you would always end up in bed with her

as you both got more comfortable with the situation, you would love to confuse everyone by flirting with each other all the time, kissing, holding hands. really just acting like an actual couple just to get a laugh between yourselves. people on the internet speculating whether you guys were actually together or just fucking with everyone

you could literally just text her 'come over' and she's already sprinting to her car to get to your house

99% of the time you have to initiate things because julien is too scared to cross a line or make you uncomfortable in any way. but then she ends up taking the more dominant role and bossing you around. mmm it's so hot...

you guys love to have sleepovers. when you make the plans beforehand you both agree that it's just a little friend date, nothing sexual involved. but then julien ends up fingering you on your couch... seeing the veins under her tattoos pop out while her fingers are straining inside you just gets you going again, and you have to get on your knees and eat her out

julien would get sooo jealous if you told her you had a date. she wouldn't outright tell you she was jealous because she knew it wasn't her place to say anything about it. but she's so easy to read and you can tell from her lack of enthusiasm that she's not super pumped about you seeing someone else. in the end, she convinces you to cancel on the date using her... methods ;)

eventually, you two finally confess that you like each other. it took way too long to admit, but it happened! but it was a bit accidental on her part... she told you she loved you while her strap was rearranging your organs and you had to take a pause to do a double take... she took you out on a date the next day and happily ever after!

if i told you how much i think about her

you'd think i was in love

and if you knew how much i looked at her pictures

you would think we're best friends

julien couldn’t help it. she couldn’t stop staring at your ex’s new red carpet pictures. the woman was stunning. perfect body, hair perfectly in place, her dress flowing elegantly in the wind. julien tried to stop herself, at this point is was unhealthy how much of her mind was occupied with her; florence. florence, florence, florence, florence, florence—

julien didn’t understand why you were even with her in the first place. julien couldn’t compete with her. it constantly sounded in her mind. that you would eventually break up with her and get back with your ex.

julien knew she was being irrational. the two of you had been together for four months at this point, if you wanted to break up with her, you would. but her insecurities got the best of her. and she refused to talk to you about it because she didn’t want to seem like she was in love with your ex, which is how it seemed.

i’ve seen every movie she's been in, and, oh god, she's beautiful

and i know you loved her, and i know i’m butthurt

but i can't help it, no, i can't help it

julien had watched every single movie your ex has been in. every single one. before julien met you, she had seen some of florence’s movies. she was a well known actress. but now it had become an obsessive thing. something she just couldn’t fight the urge to do. after every movie she stars in comes out, she has to see it.

the thought of you loving florence at one point made julien feel like she was going crazy. julien had already felt that she was below your league, but this was just the final nail in the coffin. she wanted to confide in phoebe and lucy about it, but she just couldn’t muster up the courage to admit what she had obsessively been doing.

and i know you love me, and i know it's crazy

but every time you call my name, i think you mistake me for her

you both have moved on, you don't even talk

but i can't help it, i got issues, i can't help it, baby

julien knew you loved her. you never forgot to remind her of how much you cared for her, how much you appreciated her. she has always felt so utterly and completely seen around you. so she didn’t know why she felt such unbridled jealously whenever she saw your ex’s face. it made her feel like a complete loser. but she just couldn’t help it.

she can’t help but feel that you wish julien was your ex. the same sweet face and beautiful smile that she had. you had never even given julien a sigh that indicated that, but she felt it in her gut. or maybe it was her anxiety talking. she overthought every interaction you two had as the relationship got more and more serious.

the thing is, you and florence didn’t even hold contact anymore. you never saw her, never texted, never called. and yet julien still felt this hold over her. a grip on her neck that felt like the was suffocating every time she thought of her.

julien laid in bed with these thoughts, you sleeping soundly on her chest. she gazed down at your sleeping form, smiling softly as you snored. but it barely helped her raging mind. her breath started to pick up and she had to remember to breathe, closing her eyes and taking a few deep breaths.

you slowly noticed her chest falling and rising faster than usual, waking you out of your restful state. you looked up at her, confusion in your eyes.

“jules?” you softly asked. the short woman’s eyes swiftly popped open, revealing her anxious face. your eyes brows furrowed with worry. julien wanted nothing more than to sooth the arch between them, but she couldn’t will herself to move.

“hi, baby,” julien quietly said, trying to conceal her thoughts from you. she didn’t want you to worry.

“what’s wrong?” you asked, slowly sitting up so you two were eye level. you reached your right hand into her hair and played with the loose strands from her bun.

julien was quiet for a few seconds, silently debating whether or not to bring up her constant source of worrying. she decided it was now or never. “why are you with me?”

your eyes blinked rapidly at her question that was seemingly out of no where. you tilted your head in confusion as you tried to find her eyes, but she was just staring at her twitching hands.

“why on earth would you ask that? i’m with you because i love you,” you softly said, taking her face between your hands. your eyes locked once again and she was holding back tears.

“it’s just… you’re, like, way out of my league and so beautiful. and i’m just… me. you should be with someone like florence,” she finally concluded her rambling. she refused to meet your eyes once again.

“jules…” you trailed off, “look at me.” your hands moved her head up. you leaned in to give her a soft peck on the forehead.

“i’m with you because you are the most intelligent and amazing person i’ve ever meet. you’re sweet and smart and so fucking beautiful. i don’t want to be with florence. i want you, only you. always remember that.”

julien pulled you in for a fierce hug, hiding her face in your neck. she really needed to hear that.

i think reader and naomi met in a different way than the julien x popstar!reader did (that fic linked before the cut <3)

you and naomi met when you asked muna to open for you at the eras tour. you were planning to release midnights very soon, so you and your team were setting up your next tour. since the tour was going to be super long, you had to have many openers, but muna was your top pick

you had been a secret fan of muna for so long. when you had first come to terms with your queerness all those years ago, their songs were the ones to help you accept yourself while also dealing with the spotlight of being a famous singer

right after the release of one of your biggest albums, 1989, it had been leaked to the public that you were dating your best friend secret girlfriend. the media went into a frenzy, being constantly bombarded with homophobic rhetoric of the world. you disappeared for a whole year, to which no one even saw your face, but then clapped back with reputation. your career boomed after that, and you were adored by so many people yet again

naomi, and the rest of muna, had also been a big fan of yours for years. they loved how you so freely accepted yourself, even when the media tried to take you down, and you didn’t care what anyone thought. you were the biggest queer artist in the world and it showed

as you were contacting your pick of openers for the eras tour, muna was the first your team emailed. the band replied back within the day, saying they would be honored to perform for you, and the deal was set

you definitely wanted to meet them before the tour started, so you sneakily got their numbers and asked if they would want to come over and have lunch. you said it was in the premise of getting to know them, but you really just wanted to meet your favorite band

they of course agreed to lunch and the next day they came over. you considered asked phoebe to join you, since she was also another opener and a close friend of yours, but decided against it

the lunch went amazing, to your surprise. they were lovely people. all of you had more in common than you previously thought. you gushed about their music and vice versa

there was some underlying tension between you and naomi from the beginning. as soon as they walked through your door, they greeted you with a tight hug. you could feel the outline of their muscles through their shirt, and they could feel your chest pressing up against their abdominal. it drove you crazy from the start but neither of you said anything. you didn’t want to complicate things for the tour by flirting with them while they thought you were just being friendly

and just like that, you guys all became great friends. there was a groupchat made that you all texted in daily. you gave them updates on midnights and the eras tour while they gave you updates on their own tour

when you were at the studio finishing the final touches on your song ‘vigilante shit,’ you just couldn’t get the guitar right. every single combination of chords you tried didn’t sound right. you complained to them about it in your groupchat and naomi offered to come in and help you. you obviously said yes, and they made their way to your recording studio

when naomi got to your studio, you two immediately got to work. you sang the lyrics to give them an idea of the vibe of the song. as you sang, you both held eye contact with each other the whole time. the song had undertones of sexual references and it made the tension in the room amplify. as soon as you were done, naomi played a riff on their guitar for a starting point. your eyes immediately widened and you loved it. you both worked until the song was perfected, even getting naomi to sing some backing vocals for you

when midnights was released the next week, fans went crazy when they found out naomi was the one playing the guitar in the background of your vocals. rumors immediately started circling but neither of you mentioned it, too scared to make the other uncomfortable in anyway

flash forward to when the eras tour was announced. naomi reposted so many pictures of the announcement and raved about you nonstop. it made you laugh but also a bit flustered. you and all your openers were just so excited to get started

muna and paramore opened for the first night of your tour in arizona (okay i know muna didn’t open that show but let a girl be delusional). paramore was obviously fucking amazing i’m a slut for haley williams and then muna went on after. you watched from right behind the stage and danced the whole time. you couldn’t keep your eyes off of naomi’s fingers. the way they plucked the guitar made you hot in the face

you pushed your thoughts away as you went on next and sang your heart out. you started crying on stage from all the cheering and love you felt

as the tour progressed and the more time you spent with naomi, it kept getting more difficult to contain yourself. you had never felt this much yearning in your life. from the way they made your cheeks hurt from laughing so much to how they looked while they gazed down at you with soft eyes, you were whipped. it kept getting harder and harder to be professional

it was a couple shows into the tour and you started to feel the exhaust creeping up. you had to keep a certain persona one while on stage, but when you were no longer in front of a stadium full of people, you collapsed. at that moment, you were sprawled on the couch in your dressing room, trying to take your platform boots off. as if they knew you needed them, naomi knocked on the door and walked into the room

you gave them an exhausted smile, still struggling with the shoes. “need some help there, sweetheart?” they laughed out in amusement. you gave them a deadpan look and they chuckled again, kneeling in front of you to tug your boots off. after the horrendous things were off your feet, you leaned back on the couch with a satisfied sigh. naomi stayed kneeling in front of you, massaging your tired legs

“what’re you doing?” you whispered out. “just helping you relax. you put too much stress on yourself, princess.” you felt your ears heat up at all the pet names. they had always called you those sweet things, but in your tired state, it was affecting you more

“mmh, come here,” you groaned and held your arms out. they laughed and obeyed your request, sitting down next to you on the couch and pulling you into their chest. you let out a hum and snuggled into them. they gazed down at you with affection that you couldn’t see

eventually, you opened your eyes and looked up at them. you were surprised to see them already looking at you. “what?” “nothing. you just look pretty, is all,” they said and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. you scoffed, “shut up. i’m all sweaty and gross.” “still pretty.”

you didn’t know what to say next, so you just looked up at them. you both just stared at each other for a moment. you leaned in and naomi leaned in, neither taking action. but naomi made the decision for both of you, pressing their soft lips against yours. you had no time to contemplate the consequences, giving in and kissing them back fiercely. they smirked into your mouth at your desperation and deepened the kiss, pushing their tongue into your mouth

you suddenly pulled away. “wait, wait, wait.” “what? did i do something wrong?” you wanted to coo at naomi’s thoughtfulness. “no, nom, it’s not that. i just… don’t what this to affect the tour, y’know?” they nodded in understanding. “yeah, i get it. but i like you, sweetheart. i really, really like you. and if you don’t feel the same, we can forget this ever happened and—” you cut naomi’s rambling off with a kiss on their lips, effectively shutting them up. “i like you too.”

and with that, you two started to try to work things out. it was a slow start, since you two were in the midst of a tour, but it was nice. you had never felt this kind of connection before. with naomi's dirty jokes that always made you giggle a bit before smacking their shoulder, or the way they snuck into your tour bus almost every night

by the middle of the tour, you two were in full blown honeymoon stage. sure, it was quick, but you two spent almost every waking moment together. okay maybe you guys were u-haul lesbians

no one knew you two were a couple except for a handful of people. it was nice for a while, getting your privacy from the watchful eyes, but you both wanted to show each other off. maybe you two would post subtle pictures on your stories or hold hands while getting coffee at a rest stop. i can so see naomi posting a photo of just your hands, their fingers interlaced with yours with a little heart next to them. fans definitely notice your eras tour colored nails and instantly know it’s you. twitter goes WILDDD

singing directly to them while they sit in the vip section during love songs ('lover,' 'lavender haze,' 'cruel summer,' 'enchanted,' 'new romantics') <333 naomi knows the songs are about your exes but it doesn't matter, because now they have a new meaning. and also making side eyes at them during horny songs ('i can see you,' 'false god,' 'so it goes...'). they lose their shit every time you perform 'vigilante shit.' like they see you do the chair dance every show, but it still gets them. jo definitely takes pictures of naomi's face every time 😭

sometimes you bring muna on for certain songs. like if you feature them in some of your vault tracks (they give 1989 vibes but maybe that's just me). like dancing up against naomi during the song being horny on the mainnn and people eat it up. the internet exclusively refers to you guys as mother and father

you definitely let them pick your surprise songs. like they make a subtle suggestion and it's immediately being on the list for the night

phoebe and jo being disgusted by you guys but katie, lucy and julien think it's absolutely adorable. like maybe you two are cuddling up on the couch while the others are also there, giggling to yourselves quietly. phoebe literally saying "at this point just fuck" and jo starts laughing hysterically. katie and lucy slapping them on the shoulders while julien tries to hide her quiet giggles. naomi smirks and wiggles their eyebrows at the suggestion, to which you shove their face playfully

there are so many photos of you posing in your glittery bodysuits, naomi's hand always on your ass. they can't help it; the tights make your legs look amazing

you were known to be quite the schemer. you dropped easter eggs for your next project in almost everything. soon enough, naomi joins in on the shenanigans since you obviously tell them all your next moves. in every gayotic episode they say something sneaky with a giddy smile on their face. most of the time jo and katie aren't even in on it and they just end up as confused as everyone else

once the u.s. leg of your tour is over, you take a much needed break for about a year. during this time, you attend so many of muna's solo concerts. fans always spot you in the vip dancing and singing along to their songs. you two are so cute fr

you and julien first met and an award show a few years ago. she and lucy were invited by phoebe to attend with her. you had just won a bunch of awards for your latest album, reputation. phoebe dragged them to go talk to you while she congratulated you. julien was just standing there, starstruck and staring at you. you noticed her state and were confused, but still introduced yourself to her

julien was standing a bit behind lucy, who was also a bit shocked but not as much as julien, to try to hide herself. you noticed her stare and turned your attention to the other two. you were taken aback because julien was even more gorgeous in person. utterly handsome.

“oh my god, i’m so sorry i haven’t introduced myself yet. i’m y/n!” you exclaimed excitedly and went to give lucy a hug. the tall woman laughed and congratulated you on your awards just won. you thanked her and turned to give julien a hug next.

you embraced her warmly, “it’s great to finally met you, julien. i’ve loved your music for so long.” she stiffened into the hug when you said that, not even expecting you to know who she was.

you both pulled away and she said, “oh god— thank you so much. you’re like… fucking amazing. i can’t believe you even know who i am.” you laughed like she just said something hilarious. “how could i not know who you are? phoebe never shuts up about you two and, well, your lyricism is amazing. i’ve actually taken a lot of inspiration from it. i’m a huge fan.” she could have died right there.

you four talk for a couple more minutes before you have to get back to your table. before you leave, you get both lucy and julien’s phone numbers and hug them both one last time. but not before kissing julien’s cheek and winking at her. she just stands there with your lipstick stain on her face while her friends are laughing at her.

after that night, julien couldn’t get you out of her head. you couldn’t get her out of yours either. about a week after you first met, you texted her and asked if she wanted to get coffee. she responded in like 0.2 seconds and said she’d loved to

you both went to a small coffee shop with hats and sunglasses to protect your identifies, you more than her. you guys talked for hours and the romance progressed from there <3

now into the actual relationship! she’s so supportive of your music and you are of hers. you both bounce lyric ideas off of each other all the time

writing an album dedicated to her <33 (*cough* lover *cough*). she literally tears up when you play her the songs. like just imagine sitting on your bed while you strum your guitar and sing love songs softly to her in the middle of the night :(( the ultimate dream

she makes multiple appearances in your documentary, 'miss americana.' you talk all about how she was such a breath of fresh air and how you were so honored to have the opportunity to love her. she gets so flustered behind the camera when you said that and gave you a giant kiss after

you were supposed to go on a tour for lover, but it ended up being canceled due to covid. instead, julien helps you write folklore and evermore (taylor and joe vibesss). you obviously give her writing credits so when folklore wins a grammy, she does too. it's her first grammy and she's so happy it was because of your work

when you win the grammy for folklore you extensively thank her in your acceptance speech and go on a whole rant about how much you love her. she's just sitting at your table giving you air kisses. you almost want to pull her on the stage with you, but you don't want to embarrass her

imagine just being holed up in the house during the pandemic and just writing songs with her for months. you would have thought you would have gotten bored, but she could never bore you. every day was special if it was spent with her

writing 'invisible string' about her <333 and her being a feature on 'exile' and 'evermore' (sorry bon iver). her voice just works so well with those songs

now onto your eras tour! midnights was a huge success and so naturally you were going to go on tour for the album. julien gave you the idea to go on tour for all of your albums since midnights was your 10th one. you loved the idea and so did your team, so the plan was put into place

you had originally asked her to be one of your openers, but she suggested you ask phoebe instead. you didn't know why she declined but she was secretly too nervous to play in front of that many people 😭 phoebe took you up on your offer with so much excitement! and of course asking muna too!! they're quickly become some of your closest friends. also going on their podcast, gayotic, and just talking about julien the whole time <3

julien helps you decide what songs to put on the setlist. you take literally all of her suggestions. she also watches you practice your chorography for all the different songs and says it's all amazing (everything you do is amazing in her opinion)

when the start of the tour comes around, she's at every show possible. even with boygenius's tour going on, she still makes the maximum effort to go see you perform. through jet lag or sickness, it doesn't matter

singing directly to her during lover when she's in the vip section. she gives you literal heart eyes back and fans love to film her reaction

she blushes so hard when you perform 'vigilante shit'... you make sure to give her a private performance that night ;)

she goes with you to every award show and event possible. at some point, no one even had to guess who your plus one was going to be. it was always her. and matching your dress to her suit is so cute

you are known to be quite the schemer when it comes to your music, dropping hints and easter eggs in almost everything you do. julien quickly becomes part of the fun and also teases your fans during interviews, etc

she just thinks it's so amazing that a queer artist can hold so much fame and love throughout the world <3 and she's definitely not biased because she's your girlfriend...

at this point during your eras tour, the two of you are already together. you think you’re all sneaky but literally everyone knows… naomi looks at you like you gave them the moon so it’s quite obvious, but everyone lets you two have your fun!

the first people you told were obviously katie and jo. they both had fake surprised looks on their faces but said the two of you deserved to be happy. then ensue the countless jokes and comments from jo.

the boys were thrilled too! since phoebe had also opened for you, she had taken a guess that you two had a thing for each other and then her suspicions were confirmed. julien fist pumped naomi and lucy gave you a big hug!! you guys are adorable fr.

next came telling the world about the relationship. you two held off for a few months, wanting privacy, but it seemed twitter was already aware of it. everyone had their theories and some were so outrageous that you just wanted to tell everyone yourself.

you told naomi your feelings on the matter and they immediately agreed, no questions asked. they were ready to show you off and not have to hide. you suggested doing it during your next show, and like anon said, naomi is just like “whatever my princess wants, she gets!!! anything for her!!”

you quickly put your plan into motion. you decided your surprise song for the next show would be “you are in love” from 1989. it perfectly described how you felt about naomi. you came up with some ideas for the speech you would give before hand and it went something like this…

“the next song that i’m going to play is one that i haven’t performed in so long. i wrote it about someone who i thought was going to be my forever, but it just didn’t end up that way and it left me with some sad memories. i have never felt the need to play this song since then, but now everything has changed. even if i originally wrote this about someone else, my partner renewed it into something so pure and now has a reason to exist again. i love you.”

the camera doesn’t pan to naomi just yet, since you wanted to build suspense. for dramatic effect, of course. but jo and katie make sure to get their reaction on video. it’s just naomi basically happy crying and laughing with tears under their eyes. even when you guys are a whole stadium apart, the invisible string between you is there.

when it was finally time for the last era of songs, from midnights, you were planning to do a lyric swap in “karma.” the actual lyric was “karma is my girlfriend,” but obviously naomi was not a girl and the song originally wasn’t written about them, you planned to change it to something that made you happier. when the time came to sing “karma,” you looked right into the vip section where naomi was and sang “karma is my baby on the screen, coming straight home to me!” cut to the camera panning to naomi and they’re just giddy, laughing and crying all at the same time. when you told them you were going to make it official, this is definitely not how they imagined it, but they weren’t complaining.

you just wanted to show the world your love for them and honestly didn’t give a shit what anyone thought. the two of you just existed in your own little bubble, feeling like you were just singing to them.

after the show was over and naomi practically sprinted backstage, their beaming smile lit up the room as they saw you. they pulled you in for a fierce hug and pressed gentle kisses to your forehead.

“that was the sweetest thing in the entire world, baby. i love you so much.”

“so you liked it? it wasn’t too much?”

“never. that was, like, magical. can’t believe you did all that for me.”

“i’d do anything for you, nom.”