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beskarandblasters · 10 months

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Copycat Killer with a Chemical Cut - Copycat Killer Part Two

Famous Singer Joel x Stalker Fan Reader AU

Copycat Killer Masterlist

Main Masterlist | Joel Miller Masterlist

Summary: After the events of Punisher the reader is fixated on seeing Joel again but this time from a distance. Her last encounter was too close for comfort… or so she thinks.

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, canon divergent, written in third person, stalker behavior from reader (I mean it’s part two to Punisher what did you expect), no mentions of a physical description of reader besides the fact that she can cut/dye her hair, age gap (takes place in 2010 so Joel is 43 and reader is in her mid to late 20’s), drug use, drinking, fingering, unprotected sex, cream pie, semi public sex, no use of y/n

The effects of the drugs are wearing off in a precipitous crash. She’s fading hard. She stumbles home as fast as she can, just wanting collapse in her bed and rot. She reaches her apartment building and drags herself up the stairs, so close to the end. She struggles to get the key in the keyhole, hands shaking violently as she tries to keep herself upright. She bursts through the door with a thud, surely disturbing the people below her. She falls into her bed as her mind replays the night’s events. She doesn’t know how to feel. She wanted to get close to Joel Miller but that was too close. The room is spinning and she can’t think straight. She closes her eyes to try and make it all stop and ends up drifting off to sleep.

The morning light coming in through the window wakes her up with a pounding headache. She definitely got too fucked up last night because the higher you go, the harder the fall. She rolls over and checks her phone; 1:00. She slept in really late but that’s typical for her. She gets out of bed and looks in the mirror across her room, concocting a plan in her head about how to get close to Joel again. The thing is, she’s recognizable to him now. Despite all of the substances they were under, it’s hard to exactly forget an experience like that. What kind of person gets up and bolts without saying a word after giving a guy a blowjob?

And the idea strikes her weird little mind. It’s time to go to the store. She searches the nearest beauty supply store, changes out of last night's clothes, and begins the journey there. She walks everywhere, no matter how long of a walk it is.

“Man, I wish that I could say the same

I swear I'm not angry, that's just my face

A copycat killer with a chemical cut

Either I'm careless or I wanna get caught

Who I'm not”

On the walk there she thinks about last night again. She thinks about how nice Joel was to her. She just barged in on him alone in the pool house and he wasn’t even phased. She wishes she could be that nice but she’s too off putting. She doesn’t have people skills. And it doesn’t help that her appearance is just jarring. She’s usually in yesterday’s clothes, bags under her eyes, hair unkempt, and the resting bitch face ever so present. She was destined to be a loner.

After the long walk she arrives at the beauty supply store. She walks up and down the aisles, scanning them for what she’s looking for; a hair bleaching kit. Her plan is to bleach all of her hair in the hopes that Joel wouldn’t recognize her. She’s hoping in the midst of his spiraling drug addiction that this will work. But is that even likely? Probably not. She’s lying to herself but deep down she knows it won’t work. She finds the kit and goes to the counter to pay, ignoring the judging looks from the cashier. She leaves hastily and speedwalks home, eager to get her plan going. She barges into her apartment and gets straight to work, stopping to do a line before starting the process…

She changes into a sleep shirt and stands in front of her bathroom mirror, taking a deep breath before opening the kit. The kit comes with gloves but why would she use them? She dumps the blueish paste into the clear plastic bowl before taking some on the brush, slathering her hair in a messy fashion. She covers her whole head, slicking her hair back and setting on a timer on her phone for when it’s time to wash it out. She sits down on her couch and flips through TV channels, looking to kill time. Night time is when she thrives, moving under the dark covert where she’s met with less judging eyes. The night is when she finds more people like her so the day time is when she normally retreats to the comfort of her apartment.

She slumps against the couch, closing her eyes in exhaustion. The sound of the TV lulls her to sleep…

She awakes with a gasp and shoots up, desperately looking for a clock to check the time. She sees her phone on the floor and grabs it; 7 p.m, four hours have passed. Shit. She scurries to the bathroom and looks at her hair in the mirror. It’s bleached alright but it’s also fried. She jumps in the shower and starts washing the dried, crusted bleach out but to her horror her hair starts falling off in large clumps. She grabs a towel and gets out of the shower, looking at herself completely unphased. Her hair is much shorter now, with jagged, uneven ends. How could she be so fucking stupid? But in all honesty after the initial shock she didn’t care anymore.

She dries herself off and blow dries her hair, getting a better look at it now that it’s not drenched. It still looks like shit but not as bad as it looked wet. She gets dressed and makes herself look at least semi presentable. Tonight she’s going back out on the prowl for Joel, hoping to see him at the bar this time. She grabs her bag and a book to read and sets off into the evening. The judgmental stares are in full swing tonight thanks to the hair. But that sort of stuff never phased her and it surely isn’t phasing her now. She walks with her head up, purse slung over her shoulder and book clutched to her side, walking down the street without a care in the world. She can’t be worried about her appearance right now, not when she’s on a mission.

She reaches the dive bar on the corner. It’s full of people who are probably not too far off from her vibe. She sits at the bar and orders a vodka soda and scans the room. No Joel yet so she cracks open her book, sipping on her drink and eavesdropping on others’ conversations as she reads. It’s nothing of importance. No one’s talking about him. She orders another drink and props her elbows on the bar, resting her head in her hands. She’s getting impatient. She had a taste of him last night and she’s desperate for more. She’s hoping and praying just to hear his hame, let alone see him again. She finishes the second drink and goes to the bathroom. She stares at herself in the mirror before doing a line to calm her nerves. When she returns she finds none other than Joel Miller sitting at the bar alone. It’s clear he drank before he came. And he’s definitely on some sort of substance. She opens her book and pretends to read; pretends to act like she hasn’t noticed him. But she notices him slide closer and closer to her out of her peripheral vision. Maybe the disguise didn’t work. Her eyes flicker back to her book before taking one more look and that’s when she sees Joel directly next to her. She gasps but before she can speak, Joel goes first.

“I know you.”

“Do you?”

“The pool house. You think you can just change your hair and then all of a sudden I wouldn’t recognize ya?”

He reaches for her chin and turns her face towards him to look her directly in the eye.

“Can’t forget that pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock.”

Her eyes widened. He’s so different from last night. Maybe it’s a different mixture of drugs? Maybe because he’s not at a party?

Or maybe it’s because he knows she wants him. And now he’s taking advantage.

“Meet me in the bathroom if you want a good time,” he says before getting up and walking down the hallway.

She’s torn. At first she never wanted it to go this far. She just wanted to be near him without him noticing; to lurk in the shadows… But deep down she’s living for the thrill of it all. The dark, twisted side of her wants to get closer and closer to him, until she’s infiltrated every corner of his life.

She grabs her bag and follows him, ready to just suck him off again. But it seems he has other plans. He presses her against the bathroom after it closes and kisses her, one hand palming her thigh and pulling up her skirt. His calloused fingers trail the seam of her underwear teasing her ever so slightly before pulling them down completely. While his fingers grazed the entrance of her cunt his mouth worked on her neck, marking it up with bites as she moaned against him. He pulls back and looks at her with a deranged look in his eye. But that didn’t scare her. He brings his fingers to his mouth and moistens them, bringing them back to her cunt. He pushes two fingers inside her, without warming her up with just one first.

“A dirty girl like you can handle it,” he whispers against her ear, curling his fingers ever so slowly.

She writhes against the door in pleasure as Joel takes pleasure in teasing her.

“Please… I need more,” she moans softly.

His thumb finds her clit, sending her closer to the edge. Her moans fill the small bathroom as he works to bring her to orgasm. She cums around his fingers, soaking him down to his wrist with her release. He pulls his fingers out of her and grabs her waist, dragging her over to the bathroom sink. She bends over and stands on her tiptoes to lift her ass higher for him. He undoes his belt and slides down his pants. Something falls to the floor with a light thud but both of them are too horny, drunk and drugged out to give a shit. He slicks his cock with the wetness on his hand and pushes himself inside her. His hands squeeze the soft skin of her waist underneath her shirt, hard enough to leave a mark as he pulls her into him. Anyone outside the bathroom could hear their incoherent moans of pleasure and the sound of skin colliding with skin. With his size and the force he’s fucking her with she’s not going to last long. And apparently neither will he. She feels his cock tense up inside her so she pushes against him as he pushes against her. Her orgasm erupts from her core as she grips the sink, desperately trying to keep herself up as her legs are going weak. With one final slam he finishes, filling her up with his cum as he leans back and closes his eyes in pleasure, letting out a guttural moan in the process. She doesn’t flip out that he just came inside her. She’s still hung up on the fact that they just fucked inside the bathroom of this bar. He pulls out of her and pulls up his pants, cock still wet.

“Thanks for a real fuckin’ good time, darlin’,” he says, kissing her on the cheek before leaving. He gave her the same treatment she gave him the night before. She cleans herself up with a paper towel and notices something on the floor; his wallet. She immediately picks it up and opens it without thinking, scanning it for his driver’s license. She pulls it out of the sleeve and takes note of the address. She puts the wallet in her bag and finishes cleaning herself up now that she has a new mission in mind. She leaves the bathroom and pays her tab at the bar before exiting onto the street. His house is in this neighborhood but also sort of not. She’s walking there of course but it’s gonna be a long walk.

It’s past midnight now. She walks through the night, legs and abs sore from the bathroom sex earlier but she persists. Her high is fading, too. It’s a chore to get to his house but she wants this more than anything.

She climbs up hills and weaves through the neighborhood, pulling out the license to make sure she’s going the right way every so often. But then she turns onto his street and picks up the pace now that the end goal is in sight. She stops in front of his house, nice but also modest; not overly flashy. It’s tan with green shutters and a rust colored roof. The lawn is slightly unkempt. It’s somehow exactly what she pictured in her mind when she thought of where Joel Miller would live.

She checks her phone: 1:30 a.m. She drags herself to the front door and rings the doorbell; the alcohol in her stomach stirring thanks to her nerves. She heard a gruff “hang on” come from somewhere in the house. She waits for what feels like forever until Joel answers the door. He doesn’t realize who it is at first until his eyes adjust to the outside light above the door. The look on his face is one of pure horror as she breaks out into the widest grin.

To be continued

#joel miller x reader #joel miller au #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x fem!reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller smut #joel miller #joel miller imagine #tlou #tlou hbo #pedro pascal joel miller #pedro pascal characters #the last of us #the last of us hbo #beskarandblasters punisher #punisher #punisher phoebe bridgers

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mothmanavenue · 11 months

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everything’s growing in our garden you don’t have to know that it’s haunted

#song: garden song by phoebe bridgers #voltron #voltron legendary defender #voltron fanart #vld #vld fanart #vld pidge #pidge voltron fanart #voltron pidge #pidge voltron #pidge vld fanart #pidge vld #pidge holt voltron #pidge holt #pidge holt fanart #keith fanart #keith kogane fanart #keith kogane #keith kogane voltron #ghost hunting au #platonic kidge #pidge & keith #i just love pidge and keith ghost hunting together ok #it’s so funny #shiro introducing newly adopted 11 year oldkeith to 8 year old pidge and within minutes they’re arguing about ghosts being real #shiro is shook because wtf this boy hasn’t spoken so much over the whole week #cue pidge and keith falling asleep hunting cryptids in the woods and spending the nights at each others house while matt and shiro cram exam #little pidge throwing a fit when she realised she’s not meant to be in the same grade as keith but is mollified by being able to skip grades #they get into trouble and give shiro and matt headaches and like to break into abandoned buildings but they’re nepo babies so they get away

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oh-piledriver · 5 months

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can you imagine a boygenius marauders band au. mary as phoebe, lily as lucy, and marlene as julien. just close your eyes and imagine it please.

#the marauders #boygenius #band au #lily evans #julien baker #lucy dacus #phoebe bridgers #marauders #mary macdonald #marlene mckinnon

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dewdropip · 17 days

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Kind of a compilation of edit audios I found, and some others I thought were fitting.

Made this about 2 years ago, when I first read the book, and added a few songs over time. Didn’t know what to do with the heartbreak, had to put it somewhere.

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battlescas · 4 months

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These days, Edward Cullen has the music taste of a 14 year old girl. Phoebe Bridgers? Yup. Gracie Abrams? Of course. Harry Styles? You bet. Taylor Swift? Obviously.

#twilight #twilight au #twilight renaissance #twilight edit #edward cullen #phoebe bridgers #gracie abrams #harry styles #taylor swift

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dreamersbcll · 10 months

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“I See You”

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As Tara grew older, stargazing became her new hobby.

No matter the weather, Tara laid out on the lawn. She was so tired of trying to get into her house and begging for love from the ghosts that wandered the hallways. She would rather lay out in the snow, rain, and sweltering heat, thinking out loud to a sky that would never answer.

There was something so refreshing about lying on her back and watching the sky change before her eyes.

It reminded her that despite the darkness, people could still change and glimmer. That it was still possible for things to revert to the way they were. Even as the skies melted into new purples and blues, the stars still came out each night, begging to be loved.

She must’ve wished on every shooting star that passed through the night sky. Every night since she was eight, she wished for her sister to love her again.

But she was pretty sure that they whispered stop; it wasn’t going to happen.

There was a part of her that knew every time she felt good, it wouldn’t last. She couldn’t remember the last time she truly smiled, had a deep belly laugh, or even felt things would be okay. Her feelings were something that couldn’t be resurrected. They were gone, dead, and buried next to the relationship she once had with Sam.

Tara was only twelve, and she could feel her life ending before it could begin.

At least the sky didn’t tell her to leave. It didn’t push her away. It let her stay on the lawn and coexist with them. The sky still lit up for her each night, despite her flaws that pushed everyone else away.

She used to be able to light Sam up. Now Sam can’t even look at her without disgust. Tara can’t even get her sister to touch her, let alone say hello.

It was heartbreaking that Tara still felt something when she looked at her sister. Even more discouraging was that Sam didn’t seem to feel anything anymore. Alcohol and drugs seemed to fill the Tara-sized hole in her sister’s heart. Tara fought each day to patch the Sam-sized hole in her own, but she didn’t fully have enough bandaids to fix it. She couldn’t ever heal her heart.

The only one who could was Sam. But her sister didn’t see her anymore. She didn’t want Tara. Sam had made it quite clear.

But the sky gave Tara so much hope. No matter the storms that plagued it, the planets that blew up, or the stars that fell, the sky still shimmered each night for her.

Why couldn’t Sam do the same?

#scream #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #carpenter sisters #icu: phoebe bridgers #ao3 author #sorry i was sad #my writing tag #AU: i’ve got blood on my hands

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brandogenius · 2 months

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

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

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

‼️RPF‼️

“fresh soup”

the boys & younger!artist reader!

Part 2 here!

(not proofread!!)

word count: 1,969

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

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

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

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

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

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

“feeling homesick?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you sat there with wide eyes for a moment.

“what type of question is that?”

“SEE? THANK YOU”

“OH FUCK YOU GUYS”

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

#pom writes #younger artist au series #young artist au #boygenius fanfic #boygenius au #boygenius one shot #boygenius x reader #julien baker x reader #julien baker au #julien baker fanfic #julien baker one shot #lucy dacus x reader #lucy dacus au #lucy dacus fanfic #lucy dacus one shot #phoebe bridgers x reader #phoebe bridgers one shot #phoebe bridgers au #phoebe bridgers fanfic

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outofmydepthatapublicbeach · 27 days

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you mean?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your mind was warped with questions.

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

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

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

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

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

You started to reply, “Nothing-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You do?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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ollsonline · 1 year

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“byler…. rival bands au.” i say on my deathbed bc this idea has been in my head for decades and it won’t go away

#methinkes #IT’S THERE #IN MY HEAD #and it won’t get out #and i actually don’t want it to #byler #did i word this correctly???#anyways mike’s in either a indie rock (ie. phoebe bridgers) or synth pop (ie. bronski beat) band #& will’s in a punk rock/goth rock (ie. the clash & the cure) band #byler rival bands au

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wideeyes555 · 8 months

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It’s literally them wdym

#ausmp #au!aimsey #area unknown aimsey #au!guqqie #area unknown guqqie #area unknown smp #au!sunshipduo #phoebe bridgers #Spotify

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swiftsbalaclava · 1 year

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AND THIS IS HOW IT STARTS • THE 1975 PART 2

matty healy x reader instagram AU

PART 1 HERE

summary: y/n y/l/n and matty healy’s worlds begin to intertwine and the whole world is watching.

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yourinstagram sign of the times 🙃

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honeymoon 😍😍

y/nstars we need y/n y/l/n 3!!!

headcarsrass OMFNDHGDEH the caption

⤷ rattyhealytruther she has to be talking abt give yourself a try

⤷ seventyfivelqve her VINYL and her COFFEE collection???!?

1975adam r u by any chance spiritually enlightened??

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tokyoskies the y/n x 75 crossovers are too much for me rn 😭😭

haimtheband the coolest

75kicks to the average person this would be a harry reference, but annoying ppl know what it rlly is 😌

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trumanblack third number 1 baby!

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jamieoborne well deserved lads 👏

rattyhealytruther wishing i was hann right abt now

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⤷ dliddointhecar Y/N LIKED FHIS?!?

⤷ she’s just like me fr

⤷ y/nstars she’s down so bad

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⤷ matty liked this,, they love watching us meltdown

carly.rh so proud boys 💖

y/ny/l/ncandle i cant w the way y/n is being so shamelessly feral for matty?!?

rass1975 story

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yourinstagram 🥲 thanku for the past couple of months, on to the next! 🫶

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phoebebridgers u done good kid

⤷ yourinstagram 😃

bedforddanes75 ❤️❤️

trumanblack right on mate

⤷ yourinstagram 😬😬

rass1975 on to the next 😉

1975adam superstar

taylorswift so proud cutie 💖💖

⤷ yourinstagram 🥹 i love u

75kicks the way the ENTIRE band commented

⤷ y/nclouds they’re best friends idc what anyone says

tayhearts the 1975 were all at her last gig 😭

⤷ bedfordy/n75 ross’s story 😭😭

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trumanblack hitting the road

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dirtyhit 🖤

no_rome hyped mate

palewaves 🤍🤍

yourinstagram omg ur going on tour?? that’s soooo crazy #rockstarlife #groupie 🎸🤘

⤷ trumanblack you age me 10 years

⤷ sorry am i giving u an ‘eadache old man

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⤷ melodramalvr i love them 😩

⤷ rattyhealytruther the way they’re only 2 years apart as well 😭

5791wonderland THEYRE COMING TO AUS!

y/nnation wake up there’s a new matty y/n interaction

swiftiefordays …y/n special guest???

⤷ rattyhealytruther i think ur onto smth here …

these are actually so fun to make! i try my best to get the timeline right but there might be some continuity issues rn or in the future sorry abt that 🫠 anyways hope u guys are enjoying so far xx part 3 as soon as i can <3

#matty healy #matty healy x reader #the 1975 #george daniel #ross macdonald #adam hann #social media au #phoebe bridgers #beabadoobee #matthew healy #the 1975 x reader

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beskarandblasters · 11 months

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Punisher - Copycat Killer Part One

Famous Singer!Joel Miller x Stalker Fan!Reader AU

Copycat Killer Masterlist

Main Masterlist | Joel Miller Masterlist

Author’s note: This story is based on the song Punisher (which is about Phoebe Bridgers being an obsessive Elliott Smith fan) and set in an AU where Joel is a singer and the reader is an obsessed fan.

Summary: Joel is a famous singer and the reader is an obsessed fan who’s willing to do anything and go anywhere to learn more about Joel. And tonight she gets closer to him than she’s ever been.

Word count: 2.2K

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, written in third person, stalker behavior from the reader (I mean it’s Punisher what did you expect), age gap (takes place in 2010 so Joel is 43 and reader is in her mid to late 20’s), drug use, drinking, oral sex

“When the speed kicks in

I go to the store for nothing

And walk right by

The house where you lived with Snow White”

She moves through the night in a daze, aimlessly wandering around with no real mission in mind. She just moved to this side of town with the goal of getting closer to someone. That someone is Joel Miller, a singer. He sings a weird combination of folk, blues and country. Whatever it is, his music speaks to her in the most inexplicable fashion. To put it simply, she’s obsessed in an unhealthy way. She knows everything about him; where he was born, what he does in his free time, what he orders at a bar. You name it, she knows it about him.

She’s kind of a loner, roaming the neighborhood in her free time (which was almost always). The locals grew to know her as Joel Miller’s stalker fan but they deemed that she’s harmless; just a fangirl who’s a bit too old for this sort of behavior. She’s off putting but everyone tends to feel bad for her, letting her take comfort in their shop or restaurant or bar. Sometimes she’s on drugs, sometimes she’s not.

On this particular night she’s on the prowl, looking for something specific. She’s trying to get closer to Joel Miller, as close as she could possibly be. And tonight, she’s looking for a house he used to live in. And when she finds it she’s like a kid in the candy store. Because for her, this is like being at Disneyland. She stops and stares at the white cottage in front of her, not caring about the current owners and whether or not they see her. The house looks like it belongs in a fairytale. It sits in a collection of other identical houses, all connected by a black wrought iron fence and small stone pillars. Despite all the houses looking exactly the same, she knows exactly which one used to be Joel’s. She knows all of the songs he wrote here in a drug induced haze. She feels like she can sense his presence here, even though he hasn’t lived here for a long time. She pictures him sitting on his couch with his guitar, smoking a cigarette with lines of cocaine on the table as he writes, in her opinion, masterpieces. She stands there in awe; in awe that she’s at a place where Joel Miller once was. She takes in all of the little details; the brick pathway to the front door, the stormy gray storybook tile roof, the white stucco exterior, the perfectly manicured lawn. She pictures living here with Joel, watching him as he creates his art.

She stares off into space directly at the window until the owner opens the front door and shouts, “Get lost, you fucking creep!”

Those words don’t bother her. She’s heard it all before. She turns on her heel and walks down the street and away from the owner’s shouts, feeling satisfied with the little treasure she’s found.

“The drug stores are open all night

The only real reason I moved to the east side

I love a good place to hide in plain sight”

It’s late at this point, well past midnight. She continues her evening stroll through the streets until she finds a drug store, open twenty four hours; another perk of moving to this neighborhood. The white fluorescent lighting and the burst of air conditioning shock her as she enters the CVS. She meanders up and down the aisles, not looking for anything in particular. She’s just not ready for her drug induced journey to end. The young cashier gives her strange looks as she paces through the aisles. But you can’t really blame him, this is an odd sight. She fantasizes further about a life with Joel, attending music events together and going on tour. All she wants to do is tell him how much his music means to her and she would be satisfied, though… or so she hopes.

She’s walking through the first aid aisle for like the fifth time when she sees him walk in. She freezes; not knowing what to do with herself. She wants to run over to him; to tell him everything. She wants to tell him how she thinks he’s a lyrical genius and how she knows every line. But she doesn’t. She’s too starstruck. She watches as he grabs a case of beer from the cooler and takes note of the kind he buys (Miller Lite). She watches as he heads over to the cash register. The cashier doesn’t ID him, of course. He pays and disappears into the night, never noticing her the whole time. But why would he?

She exits the store quickly, trying to catch a glimpse of what direction he was heading. She watches him stumble down the street and she starts following him, always keeping a distance. Eventually he makes a left onto a different residential street and she picks up the pace, trying to catch what house he stops at. He stops at a large house with a gate. There’s a party going on there. He buzzes the intercom and the gate opens. She’s disappointed. It’s not his house. He just left the house party to pick up more beer. Makes sense as to why it wasn’t a fancy, celebrity type of beer. It was a last minute late night decision.

“And here everyone knows you're the way to my heart

Hear so many stories of you at the bar

Most times alone, and some looking your worst

But never not sweet to the trust funds and punishers”

The gate is taking a while to close, moving ever so slowly. Without even thinking she bolts towards it, slipping inside just before the gate closes. She’s feeling exhilarated, in disbelief that she actually did this. But if she’s gonna do this, she’s gonna do it all the way. So, she makes the long trek up the pathway and to the front door. It’s unlocked of course because who would be crazy enough to sneak through the locked gate?

She enters and finds a sea of familiar faces; other musicians she recognizes and even some locals in the neighborhood. But when the locals see her a worried expression paints their faces. They know her; they know her deal. They know exactly why she’s here. None of them dare to interact with her, not in this setting. It’s different when she’s frequenting their places of business. But here, she’s an intruder; an outsider. She turns the corner and stands on the other side of the wall, looking to eavesdrop. They think she’s gone and they sigh in relief, continuing their conversation.

“Yeah Miller was trashed last weekend… Hope the guy’s doing okay…”

“He’s been on like a six month long bender.”

“I think he’s going through something.”

She listened on the other side of the wall in pure glee at the insider information she was receiving. He’s in need, she thinks to herself, I can be there for him; I can help him.

“Yeah he looks like shit lately… really nice guy, though. Hope he gets the help he needs.”

She decides to look for him again, weaving through clusters of drunk people, eyes constantly scanning the crowd. She spots an empty bathroom, a rare find for a house party like this, and does a line in preparation. Just in case she happens to find him.

She steps outside into the backyard where it’s less congested. She walks along the lavish pool, pool chairs spread out all around it with people talking, drinking, and making out on them. She spots a pool house in the back of the yard with its door slightly ajar. Curious, she makes a beeline for it, hoping and praying in her head that he’s there.

“What if I told you I feel like I know you

But we never met?”

It must be her lucky day. She pokes her head in to find none other than Joel Miller, sitting on the couch under the dim light, downing his beer. He looks at her as she enters and there’s a sense of recognition in his eyes but he doesn’t comment on it. She’s too stunned to say anything and she’s worried if she does she won’t be able to stop. Strangely enough, he’s kind to her, inviting her to sit down on the couch with him.

“You’re welcome to take a seat with me, darlin’,” he says, slurring his words ever so slightly.

Between the drugs and how starstruck she is, her legs can barely move. It feels like they’re thousands of pounds as she tries to make it to the couch, sitting gingerly beside him. She goes to say something, anything, but when she opens her mouth nothing comes out.

As if he can read her mind he says, “We don’t have to talk much darlin’.”

She nods and looks down at her hands, fiddling with them as she sneaks small glimpses at him. She looks at the way his legs are spread apart; the way his hand is wrapped around the beer bottle, the Adam's apple bobbing in his neck as he takes a sip. God, she wants him so bad. But she doesn’t know how to act on it. She needs him to take the lead.

“I’m gonna say something crazy,” she starts, the words just falling out of her mouth and she can’t stop, “I know we’ve never met… But I feel like I know you.”

That doesn’t seem to phase him.

“That’s not the first time I’ve heard that, darlin’ but it’s nice you feel that way.”

She doesn’t really know what to say to that. She wants to prove him wrong; prove that she’s different. Without thinking she scooches closer and closer to him. He doesn’t fight it. He looks at her with the wild look she has in her eyes. Between the drugs, alcohol and the strange, inexplicable attraction they have for each other their lips just come crashing together. She pulls herself into his lap and straddles him, grinding her hips against him as they kiss each other passionately. Her hands find his hair as his hands gravitate towards his waist. She’s internally flipping the fuck out that she is kissing the Joel Miller in this random fucking pool house. She reaches between her legs and rubs the spot where his cock is pitching a tent in his pants. He moans against her lips as her hands caress him above the fabric. She moves her lips from his and finds his neck, pressing wet kisses there as he throws his head back against the couch. She moves herself off of him and kneels on the floor, unbuckling his jeans to fight the wet spot in his boxers where his pre-cum leaked out. She gropes him again, this time with less fabric in the way, driving him insane. His eyes are shut with pleasure and anticipation as she works him harder and harder. She pulls his cock from his boxers and wastes no time sucking him off, taking as much of him as she can in her mouth and down her throat. He grunts and groans as she moves one hand to his balls, cupping them lightly as she takes care of his cock. One of his hands grabs her hair, pulling her closer to his groin. Tears spring in her eyes as she takes him further, pushing into the back of her throat. He grinds his hips against her as he fucks her face. She looks up at him through her tear filled eyes as he brings himself closer to the edge with her mouth. She takes a mental picture of him above her in complete and utter pleasure, feeling proud of herself that she did this to him. She feels his cock twitch and harden in her mouth and she knows he’s at the edge. She can’t stop now no matter how uncomfortable her jaw is. She wills herself to take him a smidgen deeper as he cums in her mouth. His moans like music to her ears as she swallows every last drop of his warm release. His grip on her hair softens as he comes down from his high, panting and cursing profusely. She removes him slowly from her mouth and catches her breath. Her mind is internally screaming at her right now, torn between being proud but also freaking the fuck out. They both sat there catching their breath before either of them spoke.

“I can't open my mouth and forget how to talk

'Cause even if I could, wouldn't know where to start

Wouldn't know when to stop”

And it’s Joel who speaks first, “That was a damn good time, darlin’.”

She’s silent and he doesn’t know what to do with that. Anything and everything she wants to say to him is on the tip of her tongue, aching to be heard. But now she’s paranoid, surely from the drugs. She’s going ballistic in her mind that she got this close to Joel; too close. She wipes her chin, gets up and bolts, leaving him there on the couch with his cock still out in the open and wet. She weaves in and out of the crowd of people again, on the edge of panic attack. Yet when she finds herself on the street she’s already thinking about where to see him again.

End note: This was super fun for me to write!!! I was most excited for this song. I know it's a little weird but thanks for reading🥰 I like where it ended for the sake of the story and the song but I'm thinking of doing a part two👀 These two and this universe really intrigue me.

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