@julie1x1 / julie1x1.tumblr.com
I'm Julie (she/her), 27 y/o. Time zone: GMT +3. Low selective. I do indie on this blog and closed 1x1 on discord. Here some guidelines:
→ Partners 18+, please. → Both replies with gifs and no gifs are welcome, but I'll mostly will use gifs on my replies. → I only play M/F and F/F. → I don't have any triggers, but my mood change time to times on wanting to write something dark or not. Same with smut.
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"Celebrating the sun's ascent with a nice glass of red once more, are we?" The youngest March sister typically found herself at odds with Laurie's unconventional pastimes. "You're in luck - I'm in good spirits today." she giggled. Her tiny frame adorned in a fresh gown, chosen perhaps with a subtle intention, she settled into her seat with that typical Amy March flair, casting a coy glance in Laurie's direction. "What are you looking at? Pour me a glass, please? We've got something to celebrate."
❝Darling❞ he greeted, following her with his eyes and leaving a smile on his face as she sat down. ❝You look beautiful. Is the dress new?❞ he inquired, chuckling softly as he rose to gracefully pour wine into the glass and hand it to her before resuming his seat. With a glint in his eyes, he continued, ❝I must say, your presence tonight outshines even the finest stars in the night sky. It seems the cosmos itself conspires to pale in comparison to your radiance, my dear❞ He was feeling rather poetic that night, he could say.
"Fancy seeing you here." Hannah said with a smile, she had come by the FBI offices to pick up a few files for a client. She could have had an assistant to do this, but she had to admit that she always like an excuse to possibly bump in to Chase. "They got you working to the bone still? You know, you still owe me a drink after you said I wouldn't get my last guy off of a prison sentence. And I did, so you lost .You trying to get out of your forfeit?"
Chase was surprised to see Hannah, but he let his lips curve, at least minimally, into a smile when his eyes met hers. ❝Oh. Seems like they forgot to mention it was you who'd come to pick up these documents,❞ Chase said, handing over the requested papers. ❝Yeah, things are always chaotic around here. And I've said it before, I'll only pay that drink when you show me the evidence that this happened. I only deal with written proof,❞ he teased. ❝Tonight, then?❞ he said, his voice softening.
❝I'm not trying to fight with you, Liam. I'm just trying to understand; I asked you a simple question. Where were you two nights ago? It's straightforward!❞ Her voice was slightly tinged with the rumors that had reached her ears in the past week.
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gigs were something leo ellis loved, whether he was there to perform or simply watch. if he could spend the rest of his life performing, he would, but of course, the venues only allowed for ninety minutes. by the time he stepped offstage, he was already looking for kirby. it wasn't long before he found her, standing in the green room with a drink in hand. "what did ya think?" he asked with a grin, tilting his head to the side as he looked down at her. still just as pretty as he remembered. "it's good to see you, by the way." it'd been a minute since their paths last crossed, but kirby had a way of making it seem like no time had passed since they last hung out. "thought you would've forgotten about lil ol' me by now."
Kirby had this bad habit of disappearing from people's lives suddenly and appearing some time later, as if nothing had happened. It was exactly like that with Leo. She just sent him a message, as if they had never stopped talking to each other.
That's how she ended up at a concert, with a drink in her hand, singing the songs she knew and dancing to the ones she didn't. ❝You're amazing, you know that❞ she responded, pushing his shoulder with the beer she held. ❝It's good to see you too. Have you grown a little?❞ she joked, having to look up to look into his eyes. ❝I couldn't. You were the only decent guy in school❞ she said, leaning against a wall as she took another sip of her drink. ❝I'm celebrating my dismissal today. Do you want to participate?❞ she asked, handing him the beer she was holding.
Muse: Loki, the god os mischief Plot: Loki was banished from Asgard, and needs to spend a few years on Earth, a planet he hates. Open to: anyone. Marvel's chars or normal/fandomless humans. Any gender. Any conn.
❝Oh, yes. I am the best fortune teller you will ever meet. A magician, even! Sit down and you shaell see the future with me❞ he said, a smile on his lips. It was clearly a lie, but ahhh, how he loved doing that to the poor humans on that little planet.
Swan song & honeydew moodboard
Muse: Gabriel LeBlanc Open to: ex/something like this (Females)
❝I don't know how I even got here, I'm too drunk to think about it… I just needed to see you, I guess❞
"I prefer Nique, but Dom makes me feel much taller and intimidating — dominant," teasing, "and if dom is how you like it." The infant was too young to understand the meaning of her sexual innuendo, but she still internally winched at how she wasn't being the best example; Nique was much more mature and nurturing than that, but her wit was quicker than her manners sometimes. "I should have known because the baby isn't a red- . . ." she was immediately concerned about the "accident? Is everyone okay?" She moved a little closer to look over the baby.
❝Shit, yeah sure…❞ he blurted out, laughing at her comment. Rasmus would try to remember to exclusively call her "Nique" from that point on. She was right. The red genes were very strong and the baby would probably be redhead if it were his. Rasmus's clear eyes followed her approach to the baby, a sad smile on his lips. ❝Not really❞ he said, shaking his head. ❝They died on the way to the hospital. Now do you see that I can't abandon this little one? At least not until I find him a real home, you know? A family❞
He wore a soft smile as he heard her talk. Whiskey he knew was a hit or miss for most people, honestly most people he encountered didn't have a good experience with the hard liquor. "That's fair. I don't think I've ever heard a good story involving whiskey." He laughed suddenly finding himself bashful but he did as she asked. "My first one was a buttery nipple. That had me punch some dude at a bar after I took the shot. Through no fault of my own though. Guy was annoying and harassing my sister in law. She was just my friend back then but now she's family." He explained knowing how confusing that sounded to people.
"I'm not that bad." He was. He really was that stubborn and even worse than his younger sister who, on any day could outstubborn him. "If I had a cold then yes, completely I agree. I don't like to sit still for too long." It was a wonder he even got the job he did with how ansty he got with sitting around and doing paperwork. "Hey, but I made you laugh, didn't I? I think it did what it intended."
❝Oh no!❞ she replied, laughing at his story. ❝You really like hitting people in places, then. In addition to being stubborn, he is quarrelsome, I'm getting you know❞ she teased, a tone of humor escaping her voice.
❝But it's okay, I understand you. Even though I'm almost the opposite. I swear if I sit on this couch for five minutes, in silence, I'll probably fall asleep. But I can blame it on my long shifts at the hospital, can't I?❞ Emily smiled. As much as she loved her profession, it was extremely tiring and she often ended up falling asleep on the couch or wherever she could when she had time.
As invalidating as it can feel hearing a simple 'fuck her', she's learned to appreciate it. Lip has a way of making chaos seem simple. She definitely learned to not take shit when shit isn't earned. Michelle let out sigh, her heart bounding in her chest, she tried to ignore it. "No no, you're right. Fuck her." She said, Michelle turned her head as it lay on the pillow beside him. "She wanted the same old shit. Validation that what she did was okay, for me to give her some sort of fucking closure for the not wanting to be a mom and ditching me to her sister." Michelle placed her hands over her face. She felt this sort of anger and guilt fill up inside her. "Fuck. I hate her." She said as tears started to fall from her eyes in frustration. "I hate how ever time I hear from her, or think of her even, she has this control over me and I just want to shut down and like.. I don't know. Rage. I'm so fucking tired of feeling angry."
He shook his head. In parts he understood what she was saying. Monica, his biological mother, never helped at all. His father, drunk for as long as Lip could remember, occasionally sobered up by a stupid bet, became the best father in the world, giving hope his children, only to go back the next day to being the usual asshole and tearing out the children's hearts with that. Lip turned towards Michelle and one of his hands went to her face, wiping away the tears with his thumb. ❝She is fucked up, not you, you know? None of this shit is your fault, and you know what, it's ok to hate a fucking parent. I do. I hate both of them❞ he slowly leaned in, his lips getting close to Michelle's, almost as if asking for permission, letting her move away if she wanted, before pressing his lips to hers in a simple but comforting kiss. ❝You don't have to talk to her. Never more. Fuck her❞ he whisperer.
"Oh you're exhausted," he replied. His hands found the hem of the blanket, and he pulled it off of her body. "Come on, get up. It's practically noon."
She sighed as he removed the blanket from her body. ❝Fuck, why do you care?❞ she asked, genuinely annoyed this time, sitting up in bed. ❝You spend more time in the elevator than with me!❞
open to: m/f/nb muse: Kali Stavros: the warrior
"Why are you following me?" The bark of a sentence came as quickly as the turn on her heel did, pointing a weapon in the direction of the footsteps of the other.
As soon as Chase saw her turn, he pulled out his gun and pointed it at her, ready to shoot if she reacted in any way. ❝Hey, hey, relax!❞ he shouted, slowly taking his finger off the trigger and lowering the gun, placing it back in the holster, showing that he posed no danger. ❝Chase Ferrucho. FBI. There are some people who want to kill you. We just need to know why❞
He nodded as the smile didn't quite fade off his features. The smile deepened his dimples if that were even possible and he had to hum into his glass of wine. Acknowledging her thanks he nodded toward her and swallowed the last bit of his wine. When he was nervous or off kilter, which didn't happen often, he would guzzle down drinks. A nervous tick he had come to develop while he was in his former relationship with the one who had broken and shattered his heart.
Wally took notice of her frown but didn't say anything. Instead he waited for her to continue and relaxed a bit when she began to laugh. Her smile had entranced him and it made a silly little grin quickly spread over his cheeks. He could begin to understand why people wrote songs about people's features, specifically their smiles. "This is a way better story than mine. What was the first drink you chose?" If he wasn't interested he wouldn't have asked.
"Ah. So is that a win win for you then?" He asked, smirk already in place as he set the glass down and brought his hand back into his lap. "I bet you'll get tired of seeing my face around so often." His eyes slowly looked at her and felt a soft chuckle escape him. He looked down at his bandage. "Admiring your work?" Just to keep her laughing he made a whole show of his hand in dorky hand gestures.
She thought Wally's dimples were adorable, and her eyes often wandered down to them, which consequently made her look down at his lips too, despite Emily trying to hide it.
She became interested when he talked about his history of his first encounter with alcohol. ❝I don't remember much. But it was something with whiskey, actually. I remember hating it the first time❞ she laughed, shaking her head. ❝But now you need to tell me your story❞ she asked, resting her head on one of her hands after drinking the last sip of her wine.
❝Yes, it's a win win for me and you, because I already realized that you don't take care of yourself, so someone needs to❞ she said, as her eyes fell to his bandaged hand, laughing softly when Wally started to move it, but soon realizing that this would not be good for him. ❝No, no, stop it!❞ she said, the laughter still between her lips as she placed a hand over his, stopping him from moving his fingers. ❝What did I say about resting that hand? You're such a stubborn❞
give me toxic exs that can't get away from eachother. both act different and unruly when they're together. they shouldn't work, and they clearly dont because they broke up but there is a connection that keeps pulling them both into coming back. bonus points if they have to see eachother everyday for some reason; work, in the same friend group, etc. extra bonus if one / both are in a new relationship
