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gingerjolover · 7 months

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Sleep it off - Julien Baker x Reader

Sypnosis: Julien has had a rough few weeks, resulting in some conflict with her soft!gf :(

G's notes: I am so sorry I am flaky, I hope this long one makes up for it :') Also I'm sure Julien is a great partner, this is in no way meant to be taken as the truth

WC: somewhere around 5.7 k (i'm not sorry)

Warnings: RPF, angst, fluff, some anti-cig comments, smoking, mental health struggles, light arguing, mean/stressed!julien, light touching, kissing, no fundamental physical descriptors besides hair that can be pushed away from your face?

Julien sits outside; the darkening sky and pre-spring chill surround her. The porch stairs are cold under her jeans, goosebumps on her arms as she strums absent-mindedly; her ¾ sleeve shirt provides little comfort from the breeze.

She’s been in better moods before, that’s for sure.

The impending album release and subsequent press tour put pressure on every bone in her body, her chest tight. She’s stoked, obviously, to be able to release another project with her best friends in the world. The project that gave her a voice ignited her will to live, pushing her further out of her comfort zone and simultaneously pulling her into a warm embrace.

Even in her gratefulness, she’s annoyed. The lack of sleep, an upcoming busy schedule, and the numerous cigarette butts on the ground contribute to her sour mood. She’s happy, happier than she’s ever been. To finally be home, her dogs padding across the floor, and her beautiful partner cooking dinner in the kitchen should be reasons enough to forgo the attitude, but it rises quickly and sticks to her bones like the chill.

“Babe?”

Julien can hear you call from somewhere in the house. The front door is wide open, and the mesh of the porch door allows the breeze to filter in and cool down the warming house. Julien can hear the dog's nails tapping against the wood floor.

She turns her head in your direction, fingers still moving on the guitar. “I’m outside,” she calls, humming a melody.

“Jules?” you call again, obviously not hearing your girlfriend’s response the first time.

A loud sigh escapes Julien's mouth before she can stop it, rolling her eyes at the second inquiry of her location. Her hands pause on the guitar, grumbling as she holds it in one hand by the neck and stands up, leaning against the column on the porch, making no effort to go inside. “Yeah, baby, I’m out here,” she responds, her tone dripping in annoyance.

“Oh, there you are!” you say brightly, trying to ignore your girlfriend’s obvious irritation.

She’s been snappy since she got home a day and a half ago, the stress building up in her body, crawling out like a monster; her first instinct recently is to direct her frustration at the closest uninvolved party.

Your hair was messy, eyes sleepy, and cheeks flushed, causing Julien to relax her face, a crooked smile appearing softly. She feels at peace staring at you. Her obvious agitations calm momentarily, her guitar heavy in her hand. “What did you need, baby?” she asks softly, the guilt of her previous irritation already creeping in.

“Pasta or rice with dinner?” you ask, standing in the doorway, the porch too cold even for your fuzzy sock-clad feet.

“Pasta… I’m in the mood for pasta, babe…thank you,” she says gratefully. Leaning against the porch’s railing, her eyes look up and down your bare legs, the oversized boygenius crewneck falling mid-thigh. Julien is thanking the universe for the misprints of the crewneck, your lack of pants leaving little to her imagination, cheeks heating up staring at you.

“Okay,” you respond softly, leaning out of the porch door, puckering your lips towards Julien.

She chuckles lightly, stepping towards you, one hand on your cheek and leaving a sweet kiss on your lips. She presses a few more pecks before pulling away, eyes closed.

“Hey baby…”

“Hi?” you whisper back, watching Julien’s eyes flutter. She stares into your eyes lovingly. “You’re so cute,” Julien murmurs, her hand running down your leg, caressing your knee softly before kissing the corner of your mouth.

“I love you… you know that, right?” Julien asks her tone almost a little pleading.

Your eyes soften, seeing the conflict in her face. “I know…I love you too…” you whisper back, kissing her nose.

“Can we just…lay down? You, me, the dogs… just cuddle in bed, watch shitty tv or read or… whatever. I just…need some grounding,” she asks, practically a plea to rekindle some normalcy.

“You okay?” you ask, rubbing the lines between her brows, her face in a slight frown. “Dinner first, then I’m all yours, deal?” you suggest, keeping the tone light.

“Deal! Now let’s go inside; I’m freezing my ass off out here,” she says dramatically, opening the porch door wider.

“I told you to put on a hoodie!”

“I don’t need a hoodie, I have your body to keep me warm… my lil space heater,” she teases, pinching your ass as she pushes you inside and shuts the front door.

"Babe, can I ask you something?" She asks, her voice becoming a little more serious.

“Yeah?” you call from the kitchen, stirring dinner in a Dutch oven.

"You know how you always feel better at home... do you ever think we make each other too comfortable? Like, you know, we get into a relationship slump almost when we're at home together because we feel comfortable enough to be ourselves... does that make any sense?" she pauses, stepping away from the door and making her way into the kitchen, leaning against the wall as she stares at you. She was still nervous about the answer she would receive, but she figured it was at least worth starting a conversation about.

“Hmmm, I mean… maybe? But you’re touring most of the year anyway, so I guess… I don’t know, I kind of relish when we get comfortable… because I know it’s not forever, and I try to enjoy it when I can,” you say softly, the direction of this conversation slightly worrying.

"You're happy, though? I make you happy?" she asks, a hopeful look in her eyes, the answer being the most important thing in her mind. It was almost an anxiety-inducing question for her, as if she needed you to tell her without a shred of doubt. She needed to be satisfied with where the relationship was, needed to know that you were actually happy and in such a good place mentally and emotionally. It was the most important thing to Julien.

“I— yeah… I’m happy, I’m— I’m really happy…” you say, turning around. “Are you— not happy?” you ask nervously, fearing Julien's bad mood indicates something deeper.

Julien quickly shakes her head, "God no, I'm incredibly happy, babe. I just want to make sure you're happy too..." she quickly closes the space between you two, holding your hips. Julien plants a sweet, quick kiss on each of your cheeks, her hand moving to rest on your head as she speaks. "You're my girl, I love you so much..."

You nod, smiling nervously as you relish the normal affection from Julien, having missed it the last 36 hours. “I love you too,” you reassure.

"My baby..." Julien murmurs before she pushes her mouth against yours. She wraps around your torso, pressing her body flush with yours, lips connecting and tongues meeting. Julien felt her hands wander as she continued the kiss, running her left hand under your crewneck and back. It was a passionate kiss of desire and love; she wanted so desperately for you to feel how much she loved you.

“Hmph,” you pull away, breathing heavily; there’s a stale cigarette taste as you pull away. “How many cigarettes did you smoke out there?” you murmur teasingly.

Julien broke the kiss to answer your question, looking you straight in the eyes as she did. She was caught. Of course, Julien would never admit to it, but she couldn't hide it from you. You are the one person on the planet who could read her like a book, and Julien felt no shame. "Five... not even kidding."

“Babe!” you exclaim softly, typically finding it hot that Julien smokes, but combined with her exhaustion and bad attitude, it's worrying. Julien playfully sticks her tongue, mistaking your worry for banter. "Babe, you try being outside in practically a t-shirt and jeans in 30-degree weather for more than five minutes with the wind whipping around you and tell me you wouldn't have wanted to hit a cigarette to calm your damn nerves!"

“You could’ve come back in!” You sigh, chuckling at her excuse, ignoring that Julien said, ‘Hit a cigarette,’ alluding to just one.

“Babe, I— never mind,” you say softly, rubbing your temples, pulling away from Julien, and starting to stir the pot on the stove again.

Julien rolled her eyes, "No, no, you can't pull the 'never mind' thing on me; I know you, I know what you're about to say, so please, give it to me straight... I've been smoking too much lately, haven't I?"

“Among other things,” you mumble under your breath. “You’re supposed to tour in just a few months. You’re about to go on a press tour and do all these acoustic sets, and I’m worried about you and your voice,” you say, her voice firm and worried.

Julien quickly interjected, the frustration seeping into her tone. "What other things? What the hell is going on, babe? I feel like I'm missing something, so please just be blunt. I want to work on these things, but I can't if I don't know what I'm doing wrong. Please tell me." Julien knew what was wrong, but she didn’t like being called out on it. She subconsciously ignored that her agitation was why you’re off in the first place.

“You’re just snappy, Jules, like you get so annoyed with me so quick, and I’m not even doing anything,” you breathe out, unsure how your worried comment pushed her so far so quickly.

Julien laughs, exasperated at your comment, placing her hands on your shoulders and looking into your eyes. "Babe, you can't be serious... I have been working my ass off on my album; I'm stressed, I haven't seen you in weeks, and I am quite literally physically exhausted. I'm sorry that my attitude has been shitty, but let's take a second to think about where it's coming from, okay?"

“I’m not attacking you, Julien, you asked what was wrong, and I told you. I know you’re stressed. I never said that you weren’t, but it’s not fair to me,” you say quietly, surprised by her outburst.

"It's not fair to you? You haven't seen my ass in weeks, and I come home stressed and worried about my career and how I will be able to juggle this new album with a tour, and suddenly I'm the bad guy for being snappy? That sounds like an issue with you, not me! If you know I'm stressed and you know why, then you should understand that this is a part of my career, babe. It's just the way it is." Julien says, her voice harsh and defensive.

“Okay, I—“ You say, taking a shuddering breath, holding your head in your hands, breathing for a moment while trying to formulate your thoughts and figure out how this went so south so fast.

"No!" Julien snaps, interjecting before you can even start to respond, your shuddering breath setting her off. "Don't try to do that thing where you turn it all on me and make me the bad guy because you start crying because you don’t like what I said. I love you, I love you so goddamn much, but…”

“I didn’t even say anything!” You interrupt, exasperated. “I was literally thinking, I don’t know where all this anger came from; I’m not trying to fight with you,” your voice thick with emotion, not understanding why Julien is acting like this because it’s not her normal behavior.

Julien sighs heavily. Suddenly, she knew her anger was irrational, and she felt terrible letting it get this far in the first place. She could only blame her worries and stress for how she behaved. She wanted to push every ounce of it onto you because you were an easy target at the moment. The only issue was that you did not deserve to be treated that way, and she needed to apologize.

"Baby, I... I..." A pause filled the room for a second before she spoke. "I'm sorry, baby. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that."

“Just— go cool off, Jay,” you say, wiping your tears and turning to the stove.

"Babe, you know I can't just leave mid-fight, not when I'm in the wrong. Yes, I was being an ass; I have been an ass for a couple of weeks now, and I'm realizing that now. So please, just let me apologize properly, okay?" Julien asked, now standing behind you, feeling very guilty about her words and tone.

“Julien, I love you, but I really don’t want to talk to you right now…” you say, voice shaky.

"I understand that, babe, but I need to talk to you. I'm struggling, okay? Not just with my work, but I know I'm pushing you away, and I'm tired of it. I'm tired of it, and I just want everything back on track because I've felt like I've been out of control lately, and I feel like I've lost sight of what's really important, and that's you, baby, you're what's important." Julien murmurs, speaking from her heart. She doesn’t know where her harsh words came from; watching your face fall and seeing you turn around breaks her heart.

“Just go,” you dismiss her harshly.

Julien was quiet for a few seconds, her mouth opening and closing like a fish. The silence that filled the kitchen was deafening as Julien felt like part of her heart had just been crushed. She didn't want to leave like this. She needed to make this right.

"Honey... please..." Julien pleads.

“I just need a minute to myself, okay?”

Julien sighs heavily and takes a step back. She knew she had to respect your wishes in this moment, as much as she desperately needed to be close to you. "Okay. I'm going to go for a walk, okay? Please... I don’t want to go to bed like this," she whispers, her eyes filling with tears as she realizes at that moment what a toll all of her behavior and stress had taken on your relationship. She hated it.

“Take the dogs,” you whisper.

"Okay..." she responds softly, opening the door quietly and leashing the two dogs out before looking at you briefly. She didn't need a verbal response to know you were mad. She would make this right, but not now, not when you needed space. She had finally noticed her wrongs and would do anything it took to make things right. "See you soon..." she whispers before closing the door behind her in defeat.

When Julien leaves, the dam breaks and your sobs are loud; unsure how everything escalated so fast.

As soon as she was outside, Julien let out the breath she had been holding in, her whole body trembling with emotion. She knew she had pushed a lot and never wanted to get to that point with you. After one or two more deep breaths, Julien began to walk down the road, the cold air hitting her almost immediately. Her mind was reeling from the entire conversation; the conversation that should have been a playful banter just turned harsh before she realized it.

Julien facetimes Phoebe and Lucy, the dogs tugging at their leashes, expecting Julien to speed up walking through the small suburban neighborhood. She explains the fight, both of them siding with you, not so much about the cigarettes but about how Julien has been quick to anger recently.

Julien's voice was shaky with emotion as she spoke with her friends. The cold night air was not helping as she sucked in deep breaths between sentences, trying to level her breathing. Both of them ask the same thing. "Have you told her you're sorry?” and “What were you thinking?!”

“You act like an ass post travel babe,” Lucy says, without remorse. “Have you been sleeping?”

"Look guys, I— it's just... I was in a bad mood, and I took it out on her, which is totally not okay, and she's in her right to be mad at me; she's been putting up with my bullshit for God knows how long, and I'm just..." Julien trails off. “Sleep has not been coming easy…” she sighs.

“Look, she loves you so much… we know she’ll forgive you, but maybe hear her out, don’t get angry… you’re usually so well-spoken and eloquent,” Lucy says on the tiny screen, only visible from her nose and above.

"I— I know I'm just-- I'm a massive fucking idiot. I don't understand why she puts up with me sometimes. I can only imagine what she's thinking about me right now. I need to fix this; I just... I hope she forgives me. She deserves better, so much better, man." Julien's voice wavered with emotion.

“She doesn’t put up with you, JB. You’re in a relationship, and she’s like…so down to have a conversation, and I’m sure it can’t be easy for her to see you struggle, and she probably empathizes– you just got all on her ass about it,” Phoebe says, her tone soft but firm.

"I know... I know this... you guys are right. I'll go back there and talk to her, apologize, grovel, and do whatever it takes to make this right. She loves me. I know that. I know, and I love her even more, and I've been taking that for granted, so I just— I need to make this right, even if it means I have to kiss her ass for the rest of my life, yeah?” She says, breathing heavily, feeling slightly less terrible at this time.

“Let us know how it goes. Or if you need anything?” Lucy says softly, Phoebe agreeing.

"I will, yeah... I love you guys; thank you so much. I feel a little better. Can you just tell me that I really am a dipshit right now?" she asks, laughing.

“You’re a fucking idiot, JB,” Lucy laughs loudly. “But we love you!” Phoebe concurs.

“Go get your girl!” Phoebe says. “And kiss her for me,” Lucy teases.

"Oh my God, Luce, shut your filthy mouth… and I will," Julien teases back in response. The laugh that escaped her lips was relieving.

Julien says goodbye to the band and starts the walk home. Wiping the dogs' paws before taking off their leashes, she lets them into the house, following them into the kitchen where you are cleaning the kitchen, seemingly finished cooking dinner.

Julien pads into the kitchen, still feeling very emotional. Your demeanor tells her what she needs to know. You’re definitely upset, maybe angry. She would just have to continue working on things and hope for the best. She wasn't going to push it tonight. "Hey..." she says meekly.

“Hi,” your voice is as meek and quiet as Julien’s, avoiding eye contact as you praise the dogs, giving them treats.

"Listen, I'm sorry, I know I was an absolute jackass today. You didn't deserve any of that... None of that was aimed towards you. Everything built up and poured out of me, and it was just a shitty day." she pauses, moving closer to you. You can feel her staring at you with glassy eyes. "Can you please look at me?"

Looking at Julien post-sobbing proves to be more challenging than the fight itself; showing her how badly her words affected you almost brings…shame? And for what you’re not sure. Your nose is wet and your eyes puffy as you have a hard time looking at the love of your life, usually so gentle and articulate.

Julien feels even more guilt-ridden at seeing you upset. She hadn't seen you this upset in such a long time, your relationship so well-rounded, and your communication skills top-tier regardless of conflict. Julien immediately goes to you, pushing your hair away from your face. Julien pulls you into a hug, kissing your cheek softly over and over.

"I am so, so sorry... For everything, I love you, you know that?"

“Mhm,” you nod, only half leaning into Julien.

"Do you love me?" she asks, her voice quiet. The last thing she wanted to do was push you further away, but she needed to hear the words out loud. She now needed reassurance, although she knew she didn't deserve it.

“Yeah,” you say softly.

"Do you love me enough to forgive me for being a jackass?" she asks, tears sliding down her cheeks as she looks at you. Julien did not want to sleep anywhere but in your arms tonight, her skin prickling at the thought this fight to cruise you both into uncharted territory.

“Mhm,” you barely nod, sniffling and looking at the floor.

"Honey..." Julien's voice was a plea; she genuinely felt like a terrible girlfriend, and the one thing she needed right now was to make you feel better; forgiveness and reassurance would come at some point. She needed to know that you still loved her, even if you were mad. "Please... talk to me, baby, we can make this right if you let me fix it. Please say something."

“I don’t like that you blamed me for being upset that you’ve been snapping at me… that hurt my feelings,” you sniffle. “I don’t like this new thing where you take stuff out on me. I— I don’t deserve that. I know the last few weeks have been hard since we were apart, but you’re not the only one struggling when you’re away, Jay,” she sniffles again. “I wasn’t attacking you, I didn’t want to fight, I did what you asked me to, I told you what I was feeling, and you threw it back at me and said ‘it’s part of the job’ and that’s not fair, and frankly that’s bullshit because we’ve never had this issue in the years we’ve been together,” you say firmly, faux confidence seeping your tone as you lay everything out before your partner.

"Wow... I feel like an absolute ass hearing you say it like that... I am so sorry. I don't know what came over me today... I'm so used to you giving me some playful smart-ass remark, and I know you're worried, but for some reason, it just ticked me off. I couldn’t stop from getting so angry… and I’m not blaming you right now. This isn’t an excuse; I just– I don’t know– regardless of what happened, you didn’t deserve me snapping at you," she grimaces, looking at you now with a sad and conflicted look in her eyes. " I feel terrible about blaming you for your own feelings about my actions. I'm an absolute jerk. I was stressed and took it out on you, which was incredibly unfair and unnecessary. I need to learn to cope with this better. You deserve a partner who does not let themselves take out stress and anger on you, and I've been letting myself do that with my bad moods." she places her hand on your cheek, now leaning your foreheads together. "I am so sorry… you know this isn’t me, but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t wrong."

“I just— I don’t mean to lecture you, but you haven’t toured in over 6 months, and the number of cigs can’t be good for your voice, and I know you smoke a lot when you’re stressed, but it hurts that you don’t even talk to me about it you just immediately turn to cigarettes and then you get mad that I’m not aware of how you’re doing or what you’re going through,” you sigh, rubbing your eyes.

"I know... God, this sounds terrible when you put it like that. I have not been myself at all, baby. I've been lashing out for no reason, blaming you for things out of your control... I've been so selfish and shitty, and you do not deserve it, and I am so sorry." she continues, looking at her love with a look full of longing and regret.

“I just need some space, I think,” you conclude sadly, a little unsure.

Julien looks at you and nods. It was hard for her not just to scoop you up and run away with you, but she would give you the space you needed. She loves you too much to risk pushing you too far and was already walking on thin ice.

"I love you, okay? If you need me, I'll be in my studio, and you can come get me anytime you're ready." she kisses you on the forehead affectionately.

“Here,” you say, pushing the tray on the counter towards Julien, her dinner, some Advil, her favorite drink, and her meds on the tray. You were hoping to leave it on the counter for when she got home, but her returning sooner messed up your plans.

Julien notices now the kitchen is clean, the dinner put away beside her plate.

"Wait, is this for me?" Julien asks, a sad smile on her lips. The gesture's thoughtfulness was sweet, but it was apparent she had hurt you tonight and didn't deserve such love right now. “Did you eat?”

“Yeah, it’s for you…I had a few bites, but I’m not hungry,” you breathe out. (Don't be skipping meals, babes x)

“I’m gonna go shower… can the dogs stay with you in your studio until I’m done?” you ask softly, changing the subject.

"Yeah, yeah... I've got the dogs. Are you going to be in bed soon?" she asks, still wanting nothing more than to have you in bed with her tonight, but she figures it would be better for them if she just slept on the couch. That was the consequence of being a jackass and hurting the most important woman in her life.

“Maybe… just need to shower and stuff,” you say meekly, your usual soft behavior even softer now.

"Okay babe... please... just come say goodnight to me once you're done..." Julien asks quietly, looking at you with pleading eyes. She wanted nothing more than to hug you and make this right but now wasn’t the time. She had to earn your presence again, and she knew that.

You nod, walking upstairs to their bedroom and jumping in the shower.

Meanwhile Julien goes to her studio, the dogs lying on the couch in the room. She eats her dinner, picks around it before taking her meds and an Advil, and drinks water to alleviate the deep pain in her chest.

After about an hour, you pad downstairs to Julien’s studio, her dinner and meds long gone. When you knock softly, Julien is watching a video and working on a song. “Am I interrupting?” your voice whispered, still respecting the studio's rules, in case Julien was working.

Julien pauses the video and turns around in her chair, looking at you with tired eyes. "No... No, not at all. I'd actually really appreciate the company right now, babe…”

“I just wanted to say goodnight… and grab Winnie,” you say meekly, still needing some space, leaving Blue, your bigger dog, with Julien.

Julien felt a little sad, but she knew that was just one of the consequences of her actions tonight. She nodded and looked at you with hope in her eyes, wishing you would come closer. But she knew she was asking for too much right now. She stays in her chair and lets a small smile form. “Okay... goodnight, babe. I love you,” she whispers, feeling defeated.

“Love you,” you whisper, grabbing a sleeping Winnie, your smaller runt of a dog, and head back to your room.

Julien listens to you climb the stairs and close the door. A silence she wasn't used to settled in the room. She hated fighting with you, and she hated herself for having no self-control tonight. She would have to give you room to breathe, the two of you never navigating conflict like this.

Blue looks up at Julien, tilting his head as if he could sense that his moms were fighting.

Julien takes a deep breath and lifts Blue into her arms. The dog's comfort was something she desperately needed right now, even though he was too big to be cuddled like this. She felt her emotions rising as warm tears fell down her cheeks.

Blue happily nuzzles into Julien, licking the tears off her cheeks, wiggling a little, not fitting in Julien’s lap or her chair.

Julien let out a little laugh as her legs and the edge of her desk were assaulted by Blue's wagging nub of a tail. She hugs him closer to her body and lets out a few more tears. This day was a mess; she just wanted to curl up in bed with you and forget everything. But that was off the table for the night, at least. She sighed and closed her eyes as Blue did his best to comfort her.

A few hours pass, and Julien eventually takes Blue outside, watching him go to the bathroom. The cold hair helps ground her momentarily before they both climb back up the stairs.

Walking through the kitchen and towards the office, she sees you standing with your hand up near the door as if you were going to knock. She freezes up, not expecting to see you for the rest of the night. She smiles softly, your messy hair and sleepy eyes drooping. “Hi, sweet girl,” she says quietly. Blue runs up to your legs, headbutting you gently.

“Hi,” you gulp. “I can’t sleep, can you… can you come to bed,” you ask anxiously.

Julien feels her heart swell as you ask her to come to bed. She nods, biting her lower lip in relief. She was so afraid that you were going to reject her now. She takes a step forward, closing the space between you both. "Are you sure, babe?" she asks, her voice soft and nervous like yours.

“If you don’t want to, it’s okay… I’ll be fine,” you say sheepishly.

Julien can’t believe you would say that. Of course, she wants to go to bed with you. "No... I want to... I want to go to bed with you more than anything. I just... I'm worried that I'll hurt you tonight. I'm worried I will lay there and overthink all the shitty things I did tonight, and that will somehow make me say something mean to you again... and I don't want that tonight." she replies honestly. She knew you could sense her genuineness, even regarding her insecurities.

“We don’t have to talk tonight… I just, I already sleep so many nights alone, and I just… I want you next to me,” you respond, the distance already hurting, the thought of sleeping in the same house but not next to Julien cracking your heart despite the harshness from earlier lingering like a bad perfume.

Julien's mouth spreads into a little smile. She was still anxious, given your conversation earlier, but she wanted nothing more than to hold you in her arms. It was all she needed right now. She steps closer now, kissing your lips before responding. "Then let's go to bed."

You nod, whistling for Blue to follow you as you head upstairs, leaving Julien to close up her studio and clean her plate.

Once she enters the dark bedroom, Julien closes the door behind herself and undresses, leaving only her underwear on. Her eyes were focused on your body lying in the bed. She honestly couldn't get over how beautiful you were. Her heart clenches in both love and sorrow all at once. Looking at you overwhelms her, and knowing she made you cry is worse than a punch in the gut.

"Can I hold you, pretty girl?"

“Mhm,” you hum, turning over, another oversized misprinted boygenius t-shirt riding up your legs, boyshorts hugging your hips.

Julien moves closer to you, hooking her leg over yours, now lying in an intimate 'C' shape.

"Did you... did you know that you hum when you're nervous... or when you're happy?" Julien whispers, pulling your body closer as she kisses your clothed shoulder.

“Do I?”

"Yeah, you do... You did it in the kitchen tonight, which almost broke my heart." Julien whispers. The love she feels for you bubbling up, overwhelming her chest, spilling out of her mouth.

“I didn’t notice that I did that.”

"You do it when I hold you in your sleep, too. You hum and mumble in your sleep." Julien explains, voice soft. "It used to keep me awake, but now I look forward to it. I just... I love you so much it hurts."

"You smell so good..." she whispers, burying her nose into the back of your neck, relishing in the closeness.

“It’s that new body wash… something with rose or ginger or something,” you try to recall nonchalantly, your skin heating up at her chest flush your back, goosebumps rising on your arms and legs.

Julien snickers softly. She doesn’t care what the body wash is, she just loves the way you smell. It was intoxicating, filling her with a sense of security and safety at the end of a long day.

“Whatever it is, it’s amazing,” she says quietly, burying her face back into your neck. You hum again softly, eyes fluttering shut, finally comfortable and warm in bed.

Your little hums continued to play in Julien's mind as she tried to fall asleep herself, her eyes growing heavy as the day's events finally catch up to her. She knows there is work to be done in the name of forgiveness. The impending distance looming over her head, there’s only so much time until she’s traveling again and leaving you behind. But for now, you’re in her arms, and the best she can do in the middle of the night is sleep it off.

#julien baker x reader #anon cutie requested #julien baker angst #julien baker #gingerjoelover #boygenius

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kaereth · 1 year

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Suletta and Miorine from Gundam for a kofi! Might have to watch this show now honestly 👀

#Mobile Suit Gundam the Witch from Mercury #suletta x miorine #Miorine Rembran #Suletta Mercury #kofi request #almost forgot to post this i am getting sick and Owl House In Only Like A Few Hours AHHH #these two are cuties tho

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shebunie · 4 months

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hi! heard you're taking requests for mizu... if you're able to, I'd love to see mizu with a y/n that gets super flustered around her! like, she just stutters and fumbles over her words, her face getting all red just because mizu may have looked at her a certain way. she's bad at hiding her obvious crush, but mizu finds it endearing, even cute! she allows herself to be a bit of a tease to y/n, knowing she'll get super red! your fics are super cute, I'd love to see how you'd portray this dynamic!

𝐀 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞

𝗠𝗶𝘇𝘂 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳, 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲, 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗩𝗜𝗟𝗘 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟭𝗸 𝐀/𝐍: 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝗜 𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗮𝗽𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹!

In the quaint village nestled amidst the serene snow-covered landscape of Mihonoseki, a delicate dance unfolded in the chilly air, unseen but felt by those caught in its subtle web. Amongst the bustling streets and traditional wooden structures, Mizu, a captivating figure with a mischievous glint in her eyes, held a certain fascination for one in particular—you.

The snowy month painted the village a monochrome masterpiece, the soft flakes of snowfall transforming everything into a serene dreamscape. Mizu, with her flowing dark hair and piercing eyes that mirrored the deep winter night, seemed to effortlessly command attention wherever she went. It was not pleasant.

You, however, found yourself ensnared by more than just the beauty of the season.

One chilly afternoon, as the village bustled with activity, a festival was underway, bringing together children and adults alike to wish for a better year. Hanging their desires, wants, and wishes on a tree was a cherished tradition.

The village was filled with joyous chatter, and laughing children created a symphony of happiness. Various stalls displayed an array of food and trinkets that had you in awe. However, amidst the vibrant festivities, you failed to notice the lingering stare of someone.

“Such a pretty hair jewel! Did you make them?” You asked the owner of a stall, gently picking up a delicate hairpin with their hands.

The stall owner, an elderly woman with a warm smile, nodded and began sharing the story behind each meticulously crafted piece. As you listened intently, a shadow fell over the scene. Mizu had silently approached, her eyes fixated on the interaction between you and the stall owner.

Unbeknownst to you, Mizu had been observing from afar, her curiosity piqued by the genuine interest you displayed in the artisan's work. The mischievous glint in Mizu's eyes intensified as she silently decided to join the conversation.

“Ah, those are exquisite pieces indeed,” Mizu chimed in, her voice like a soft breeze carrying a hint of mystery. You turned, startled by her sudden presence.

Mizu continued, her gaze locked with yours, "I couldn't help but notice your keen eye for beauty. Perhaps," Mizu's eyes sparkled, and with a sly grin, she plucked a delicate snowflake-shaped hairpin from the display.

"This one," she declared, seemingly confident in her choice. "It's like a piece of winter captured in silver and crystals."

With a quick motion, she gracefully slid the hairpin into your hair, her fingers brushing against your locks. The touch sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but meet her gaze, finding a world of mystery in those deep, piercing eyes.

"It suits you."

The festival's joyful ambience seemed to fade, leaving only the two of them in a suspended moment, like snowflakes frozen in midair. The sword wielder’s action caught you off guard, face burst into a flushed tone, you froze. Struggling to voice out a reply.

Grinning at your baffled state she leaned in, beside your ear her voice a soft whisper only you could hear over the festive clamour.

"You look beautiful."

You could feel the weight of Mizu's words hanging in the air, the roughness of her voice adding to the enchantment of the moment. The festival's vibrant colours and cheerful sounds dimmed as the atmosphere between the two of you intensified. The delicate snowflake hairpin glistened in your hair, catching the soft glow of the surrounding lanterns.

The flush of warmth spread across your cheeks worsen, you spoke in stammers as Mizu pulled away, her sly grin turning into a gentle smile.

"Than– Thank you, Mizu. You didn't have to buy this for, me." You gazed down at your hands, fiddeling with the digits to keep you distracted from the womans close proximity.

The festival noises gradually seeped back into your awareness, but Mizu's presence remained magnetic. She slyly grabbed a hold of your hand as the other was placed behind the small of your back, gesturing towards the lively stalls and the swirling dancers with a tilt of her head, "Shall we explore the festival together? There's so much more to see, and I'd love your company."

Her invitation hung in the air like a promise of further adventures. With a nod, too stunned to utter a word, you found yourself drawn into the flow of the festival by Mizu's side. The vibrant lights, the tantalizing aroma of festival treats, and the lively music enveloped you both as you meandered through the bustling crowd.

Every now and then, your eyes would meet, which you’d avoid in embarrassment, gaze now fixated on the snow-covered path. Mizu couldn't help but be amused by your bashful demeanour. Her laughter, like wind chimes on a crisp winter day, rang through the air. "You're charmingly shy," she remarked, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint.

"For whatever reason you think it is– stop, stop teasing!”

Mizu's giggle, like a playful melody, filled the air. She leaned back, her gaze meeting yours with a glint of amusement. "Teasing? Me?" she said, feigning innocence, but her eyes betrayed a subtle mischief. "Perhaps a little."

Your playful retort, breaking through the lingering shyness. "You are oddly playful, and I'm getting concerned. Bring my Mizu back." With a turn of your head, facing away from the woman with crossed arms while you huffed.

Her sly grin persisted but now softened with a touch of sincerity. "I can't help but indulge in a bit of fun, especially when your emotions are so effortlessly displayed on your face."

Your heart skipped a beat as Mizu's fingers gently guided your chin, redirecting your gaze to meet hers. The warmth in her eyes seemed to deepen, capturing a sincerity that echoed in her words. The festival's enchantment, once a mere backdrop, now felt like a cocoon enveloping the two of you in a world of shared secrets.

A playful smile played on Mizu's lips as she continued, her voice a whispered melody in the winter night. "There she is," she breathed, as if uncovering a hidden treasure. "You look so endearing right now, how could your Mizu not resist?"

The compliment lingered in the air, creating a moment suspended in time. The festival's vibrant energy seemed to ebb away, leaving only the soft glow of lanterns and the gentle fall of snowflakes. It was as if the world had paused, allowing the connection between you and Mizu to deepen.

Mizu's hand, still cradling your chin, traced a delicate path down, along the veins of your neck, the dip of your collarbone, till she reached the smooth supple skin of your hand, where her fingers interlocked with yours. The touch was tender, a silent promise woven into the fabric of the winter night. As you sat side by side, the festival transformed into a canvas for a shared story, each moment etched with the magic of the unexpected.

The night beckoned with a sense of wonder and anticipation, and Mizu, with a glance filled with unspoken promises, suggested, "Shall we continue our exploration of this enchanting night? There's still so much more to discover, and I'd like nothing more than to have you by my side."

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leulahart · 2 months

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i would love love love if you drew katniss with short hair!!❤️

cut your hair they said, it will be easy to take care of they said, but she failed to consider the braid-ability of her short hair :/

bonus:

#cutie patootie #three different types of chibi style which i really never do but the idea was too cute #thanks!! hope you like it #request #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #sketch #everlark #thg #thg art #katniss everdeen art #thg books #my art #bellesimonetta

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fluentmoviequoter · 2 months

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Chase You Down

Requested Here!

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!reader

Summary: Hiding after being robbed, you find comfort in a dog and his handsome owner. In the days following the crime, they protect you and care for you.

Warnings: angst to fluff, r is robbed at gunpoint, injuries, depictions of anxiety and fear. happy ending and Kojo comfort!

Word Count: 2.5k+ words

Walking alone at night is peaceful, but it’s also dangerous. Comfortable, maybe too comfortable, in your own neighborhood, you wander aimlessly, thinking rather than taking note of your surroundings. A car slows behind you, and you ignore it, assuming it’s a neighbor parking after a long day at work. You continue walking, taking a deep breath and enjoying the quiet before a cruel hand wraps around your arm, jerking you backward as a second hand keeps you from yelling for help.

✯✯✯✯✯

At the end of a long day, Tim wants to go home, walk Kojo, use the time to decompress, and then go to bed. Kojo seems excited to see him, and as they begin their walk, Tim keeps his eyes up, letting Kojo lead the way while maintaining situational awareness. Straying from his usual route, Kojo turns right where he usually goes straight. Kojo's ears perk, stopping to sniff the air. Chuckling at Kojo, Tim’s grip on the leash loosens, and when Kojo feels the slack, he lunges forward. Tim calls after him, breaking into a run to chase him. Kojo is on a mission, looking for something specific. Tim can’t wonder what it is and keep up with Kojo simultaneously.

“Kojo!” he calls again, speeding up when Kojo turns a corner.

✯✯✯✯✯

The hand on your arm loosens, and a cold metal barrel is pressed between your ribs in its place. Squeezing your jaw, the man behind you leans closer to you.

“Stay quiet or I will shoot you,” he demands. “Empty your pockets.”

You pull your phone and keys from your pockets, holding them in your cupped hands.

“That’s it? Where’s your wallet?”

Shaking your head, you hope it communicates that you don’t have one on you. The barrel digs in, and you clamp your eyes closed, terrified about what he is going to do to you. Your knees are knocked forward, and you hit the sidewalk forcefully, whimpering at the pain.

“You shouldn’t walk alone at night,” the man says, pushing your chin back to look into your eyes. “And don’t follow me.”

Nodding quickly, you try to control your breathing, his hand obstructing your mouth and part of your nose. Worried that he will change his mind and hurt you worse than he already has, you lay your hands on your thighs, palm up, in a show of good faith. He shoves his hand against your face, pushing you over before walking away.

You lay in place as you hear the car start and drive in the opposite direction of your home. He has your phone and keys, so you can’t go home or call for help. Crawling into the bushes at the edge of the sidewalk, you pull your bloodied knees up to your chest, crying as you grow more terrified with each sound.

✯✯✯✯✯

Tim slows to a jog when he sees Kojo sniffing a bush. Stepping on the end of his leash, Tim squats to pick it up, freezing when he hears someone take a forceful breath. Kojo steps into the bushes, and his tail begins wagging.

Tim moves over, trying to see past the thick foliage. “Hello?” he asks. “I’m Tim Bradford, LAPD. Is someone in there?”

Whoever is hiding in the bush sniffs, and Tim stands, noticing an opening on the other side of the bush. He moves toward the gap in the branches, patting Kojo’s back.

✯✯✯✯✯

Your eyes are closed when you hear someone running. There’s another sound you can’t place. When a dog snout comes through the bush, sniffing your hand hooked around your legs, you open your eyes quickly and move back, inhaling sharply when a branch pokes your back.

The dog pushes in farther, and you raise your hand, letting him sniff you. Your heart rate slows as he looks at you, and you pet him gently, focusing on him rather than the stinging of your knees or what just happened to you.

Someone kneels beside the dog, and you fail to stifle a gasp. The dog seems unconcerned with the person beside him, bringing you some comfort.

After introducing himself as a cop, the man touches the dog as he moves closer to you. He looks through the gap you climbed through, his brow furrowed and his phone in his hand.

“Hi,” he says. “Are you okay?”

You look away quickly, turning your attention to the dog.

“This is Kojo and I’m Tim. If you want to come out and pet him, I’ll call my captain and have someone come help you.”

“You’re LAPD?” you ask quietly.

“Yes, I’m a sergeant. I’m calling for help right now, okay? I’ll wait here with you, and Kojo’s happy to keep you company.”

He raises his phone to his ear, saying some numbers before asking for backup and an R/A. After he hangs up, you move toward the opening, flinching as the torn skin of your knees pulls.

“You need some help?” Tim asks, waiting for your nod before he pulls a branch back, offering his other hand.

Tim’s eyes widen when he realizes your hand has blood on it. You step out of the bush, and his gaze drops to your knees, though he can’t tell how bad your injuries are because the blood has been smeared across your thighs and run down your calves. A few scrapes and light bruises are evident on your face, too, Tim notices.

“Are you okay?” Tim repeats.

You shake your head, reaching down toward Kojo. Terrified and beginning to feel the full extent of the pain, you crave the comfort of the dog you just met. Tim helps you sit, directing Kojo to your side as he watches for the ambulance and his backup. You hear the sirens and flinch, but Tim gives you a small smile, promising you’re okay.

Reluctantly separating from Kojo, you let the EMTs help you into the ambulance, where one of them begins cleaning off your legs to treat your wounds.

“Is there anyone we can call for you ma’am? Do you have a safe place to stay tonight?” a police officer asks.

“No,” you answer, gripping the gurney when the disinfectant hits your knees. “He stole my keys, so he can get in my house.”

The officer writes down your address and asks a few more questions, but you look at Tim and Kojo as you answer.

“I can replace your locks,” Tim answers. “I’ll do it first thing in the morning.”

“We’ll have patrol outside tonight in case he decides to use the key,” the other officer adds. “We’re going to get you checked out at the hospital and then we’ll call you into the station for a full report when you’re cleared. Feel better, ma’am.”

You nod in thanks, still looking at Tim.

“How’s she look?” he asks the EMT at your side.

“Everything’s superficial as far as we can tell. No sign of concussion, but we’ll still get her thoroughly checked.”

“You said you don’t have anyone we can call?” Tim repeats. “I’ll come by later.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Kojo would never forgive me.”

You smile as the ambulance door is closed, but as soon as Tim and Kojo disappear from view, your chest begins tightening with worry.

✯✯✯✯✯

Sitting on a bench outside the hospital, dressed in your bloody clothes and waiting for an Uber, you’re shocked to see Kojo and Tim walking toward you.

“Hey,” Tim greets. “Glad to hear you got discharged so quickly.”

“I tried to make them let me leave last night,” you admit.

“I, uh, I changed all of your locks this morning, so you don’t have to worry about the thief using the key.”

You bristle at the mention of the man who robbed you, but you thank Tim regardless. He’s done more than enough, yet he and Kojo are here to check on you.

“So, here are your new house keys,” Tim adds, passing a small ring with three copies of the same key. “And Kojo and I are here to take you home.”

“Oh, I have a ride.”

Tim looks at your unlocked phone and then at you. “Humor me?”

You don’t have to be told twice; it’s not like you were eager to get into a car with a stranger after last night anyway. Sitting in the backseat with Kojo, you give him your complete attention, thankful that Tim takes a route that doesn’t go by the scene from last night.

As he helps you out of the truck, looking down at your bloody clothes and bandaged knees, Tim frowns.

“Are you okay?” you ask.

“Yeah, just sorry about what happened.”

“Thank you for the help. For finding me and getting me to the hospital, and for changing my locks and bringing me home. I appreciate it.”

“Here,” Tim says, offering you a small prepaid phone. “It has my number in it, and I’d like you to have a way to call if you need anything. At least until you replace your own phone.”

“I- thank you, again,” you say, taking the phone.

Tim nods, stepping to the side. He feels a protective surge when you stay in place like you’re scared to stay alone.

“Are you sure you’re okay being here alone?” Tim asks.

“I will be. It’s just hard right now,” you answer honestly. “I’m still shaken up, a little scared.”

“That’s completely understandable. And no one would blame you if you wanted to find somewhere else to stay or move altogether. But, for now, call me if you need anything – even just someone to talk to. Okay?”

“I will.”

“And stop thanking me. Kojo loves you, so we enjoy it.”

You smile and pet Kojo once more before approaching the door and unlocking the new lock Tim installed. Immediately, your home feels big, empty, and terrifying. Unwilling to stay by the windows and craving the comfort of Tim and Kojo, you try to find something to keep your mind off your racing thoughts and fears.

✯✯✯✯✯

Someone knocks on your door around dinner time, and you silently look through the peephole, sighing when you see Tim. Kojo is with him, and he has food, you realize as you invite him in. After licking your hand in greeting, Kojo stays beside you as you lead Tim into the kitchen.

“How are you feeling?” Tim asks.

“Better,” you answer. “Still get spooked at every sound and shadow, but I’m sure it’ll pass. Glad to have a few friends here, though.”

“Well, Kojo just can’t stop talking about you,” Tim replies, smiling as he removes the food from the bag.

“I can’t stop thinking about Kojo either,” you say to Kojo, petting his head.

“Do you need anything else?” Tim asks.

“I think you got enough to feed everyone on the block.”

“I mean in the house, or in general,” Tim adds.

“You’ve done more than enough, Tim, thank you.”

As you spend time with Tim and Kojo, getting to know them over a shared dinner, you are glad they found you. Getting new friends through such a terrifying experience is certainly the silver lining.

Kojo sits beside you, nudging your side and accepting your pets happily. Tim clearly meant it when he said Kojo likes you, and the feeling is mutual. Your feelings toward Tim are growing as well.

✯✯✯✯✯

Your new phone rings and you answer quickly, knowing it’s Tim.

“Hey, are you at home?” he asks quickly.

“Yeah, why?”

“He- the guy did it again. In your neighborhood. But he hurt this woman way worse, and I just heard the call and didn’t- You’re okay?”

“I’m fine, Tim, I promise. Did they catch him?”

Tim hesitates before telling you the truth. “No. They’re out looking, but he was gone when a jogger found her.”

You chew your bottom lip, glancing out the window. If he’s in the neighborhood, he may decide to try your key.

Tim says your name before asking, “Do you want me and Kojo to come keep you company?”

“I, uh, I’ll be fine. You’re busy. I appreciate it though. Tell Kojo hi for me?”

“Of course. Call if anything changes.”

In your quiet house, knowing that he has been close and without Tim’s voice to comfort you, the lie you just told about being fine becomes even more untrue.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Sergeant Bradford, were you at the first scene?” Wade asks, reading your name off a file.

“Yes, sir.”

“Do you know where she is?”

“She’s at home. Why?”

“We think she might be targeted again. The woman from this morning regained consciousness and said that he vowed to ‘do it right this time.’ And, uh, this woman looks pretty similar to your vic.”

“I need to go.” Tim stands quickly, moving to gather his things. “Call me if you learn anything else.”

“Oh, this is the girl you’ve been checking up on every hour?” Wade asks. “The one you clearly have feelings for?”

“She’s terrified, Grey. I can’t tell her this over the phone. And my feelings, which I don’t have, aren’t relevant.”

“Mmhmm. Call if you need anything.”

✯✯✯✯✯

A sudden, rapid knocking on your door makes you duck into the bathroom, calling Tim and crossing your fingers that he answers.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” Tim says as he answers. “I’m at your door, can you let us in?”

You hang up, rushing to the door and letting Tim and Kojo in.

“Why are you here?” you ask.

“We think that he may try to find you again. My captain has cops all over the neighborhood looking for him, but I didn’t want to tell you over the phone or leave you here alone.”

Swallowing roughly, you admit, “Tim, I’m scared.”

“Hey, nothing is going to happen to you while I’m here,” Tim promises, laying a hand on your shoulder as his thumb brushes the side of your neck. “Kojo and I are here to protect you and make sure you’re okay. Inside and out.”

“Why? You’re a cop, I know, but I’m just a robbery victim that your dog found hidden in a bush.”

“You’re not just anything. Like I said, Kojo loves you.” Tim’s hand moves up as he adds, “And I’m not far behind him.”

“When we met, I was bloody and hiding in a bush,” you point out. “That’s a concerning reaction.”

“You don’t feel the same?”

“I didn’t say that.” You wrap your hands around his forearm, stepping closer to him. “I’ve never felt as safe as I do with you. And you and Kojo are amazing.”

Tim’s radio crackles before someone says, “Bradford, we’re code 4, suspect in custody.”

You sigh, gladly hugging Tim when he pulls you against him. You sigh as one of your hands falls toward Kojo, inviting him into the embrace.

“You’re not going to leave me now that I’m safe?” you ask.

“Kojo and I chased you down once,” Tim answers. “Don’t think we won’t do it again.”

#tim bradford x reader #kojo bradford #tim bradford fluff #tim bradford imagine #tim bradford #tim bradford the rookie #the rookie #fem!reader #requests #kojo bradford. cutie pie extraordinaire.

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