Hi! So I may have stumbled upon your Jules Millin x Reader fic (after catching Amelia and Kai in bed), are you maybe up for making a part 2 of it or maybe kinda in the same “universe” wherein it’s Millin that needs the comfort after Yasuda left. I hope you could consider my request but no pressure though! Just really wanted some Jules x reader here bc there aren’t enough queer Grey characters x reader fic in tumblr. Thank you!
Warning(s): Hurt/Comfort, Coping, GN Reader, (breasts & peen mentioned but not really interacted with) Top!Reader, Alcohol consumption, tears shed, reader gets walked in on, dubcon, (alc involved) fingering, reader is a rebound. Requested Fic
You tore your mask and gown off with a smirk after another successful transplant surgery. You glanced up to the gallery and your smirk instantly dropped, your eyebrows scrunched as you headed to the sinks to scrub out. Your eyes locked on an anxious looking Millin who looked a moment from hurling herself off a building.
It had been a while since you last spent time with her. She had found what was apparently the girl of her dreams and had had tunnel vision ever since. Something you respected. You fell back and focused on your work. But when you looked at her now you knew something was terribly wrong.
You exited the scrub room and made your way to the Attendings’ Lounge. Your shift ending soon. You decided to take the moment to undress and wind down. You were in the middle of changing. Your scrub top was in your work bag waiting to be taken to your apartment to wash and you were buttoning up your jeans – only wearing your black bra – when Jules slipped quietly inside the room, eyes red and puffy. She paced back and forth for a moment.
“Hey, what’s going on?” You asked your voice soft with concern in that way that made the mahogany-haired woman’s stomach churn and heart warm.
She stopped pacing, her eyes trailed from your socks to your abs and further up to your face. She seemed stuck in time, a tear slipping down her cheek that made you drop the black long-sleeve you were about to don and pull her towards you by her arms. Your thumbs swiping the tears from her cheeks, a pit sinking into your gut. You questioned more insistently, “What’s wrong Jules?”
She attempted to pull away from your touch but you refused to let her.You cupped her cheeks attempting to draw her stormy brown eyes to your own – she refused to yield. “Hey, don’t do that. You came to me for a reason. Talk to me. I want to help,” You whispered patiently, tenderly.
Jules didn’t want that right now. She shoved your chest harshly making you stumble backwards nearly falling over an end table. Your lips parted in shock.
“Jules.” You mumble and she wiped her tears with her palms. A deep breath and more silence…Your jeans sagged on your hips as you waited.
“Just… don’t.”
You nodded slowly. She still couldn’t meet your gaze.
“She left.” Jules spat through gritted teeth like she was in physical pain and your expression instantly slacked from confusion as the realization dawned on you.
“Wait… Yasuda sh–”
Jules runs her fingers through her hair as more tears breach her stormy irises that still refused to meet yours.
“Fuck.” You mumbled knowing the brunette well enough to know if you dared showed an ounce of pity she would run and never look back.
“Yeah.”
The door to the attendings’ lounge swung open in that moment and you grunted as Millin shrunk in on herself. You brushed past her and glared at Dr. Ndugu, pushed a hand against his chest, and forced him out of the room as he protested.
You walked back to your locker and pulled your long-sleeve over your head before wrapping your jacket around Jules’ shoulders. You snatched your bag up and pulled your shoes onto your feet, then you wrapped a strong arm around her waist and guided her out of the lounge. Her head hung, her footsteps unsteady.
You bypassed families and coworkers alike not even chancing a greeting as you guided her out of the hospital and into your old F-150. You opened the passenger door and practically lifted her into the truck, tugged the seatbelt over her trembling frame and shut the door. You climbed into the driver’s seat and pulled out of the parking lot carefully.
Five minutes into the drive she began sniffling. Five minutes after that the silence of the road was replaced by the sound of her heavy sobs. Your jaw has set by the time you pull up to your apartment. You shut off the engine and slouched into your seat. Gazing at her as she sobbed and after a while you opened your arms offering a shoulder.
She glanced at you teary-eyed and sniffling to keep her nose from running. The sleeve of your jacket over her mouth to muffle the sobs that tore through her and you draped your arm over her shoulders. She scoots into you leaning towards you sliding across the bench seat until her head is resting on top of your thigh her tears seeped through the denim as you rubbed her shoulder and back soothingly.
“Let it out.” You whispered.
She sobbed harder burying her face into the denim of your jeans as you moved to pull the elastic from her hair and stroke your fingers through it. “I’ve got you.”
“She left me!” She cried out.
“I know. I know.”
An hour later the sobbing seemed to recede and Jule’s phone was blowing up with texts from her friends wondering where she was. You watched as she held down the power button and turned her phone off.
“Let’s go inside. I’ll heat you up some leftovers and we’ll watch a horror movie.”
Jules rolled her eyes and scoffed. “I don’t need coddling, I need something hard.”
You smirked at the unintentional innuendo.
Her face scrunched in disgust and she smacked your chest. “Not! Like that!”
She groaned. You laughed warmly. “Ouch.”
“Don’t be a baby. I just meant Tequila.”
You nodded as you climbed out of the truck and she followed, wiping her face with the sleeve of your jacket. Her nose, eyes, and cheeks rosy. “I don’t keep that shit in my house, it tastes like cayenne pepper and bad decisions.” You shiver at the memories as Jules groans loudly and drags her feet.
“I have whiskey though.” You informed as you walk up the steps and open the door to your apartment building.
“That’ll do, I guess.”
You nodded as you walked up the flight of stairs with the brunette in tow. You finally reached your apartment and unlocked the door. You dropped your bag and kicked off your shoes, setting them on the rack. Calmly, you made your way to the cupboard reaching up to the top shelf. You pulled down the large three-quarters full bottle of whiskey and two glasses.
Jules sighed and leaned against your kitchen island shoes having tracked in mud but you’re too focused to care. You opened the bottle and poured two glasses to which Millin snatched them both and downed the sickly sweet liquid inside. You gaped in shock and chuckled as she grimaced and wiped her lips. You poured more into the glasses and snatched the second one before she could get her hands on it. You took a breath in and clinked your glass against hers. You tapped the glass on the counter and breathed out, tossed it back with her and inhaled slowly– shivering in disgust.
Jules smirked. “Pussy.”
You rolled your eyes and moved to the fridge to pull out the leftover fried chicken and homemade mac and cheese.
“How do you find time to cook?” The brunette asked as she poured herself another glass.
“Day off.” You mumbled with a smirk as you pressed the buttons on the microwave to heat the food and moved to the fridge to grab a Powerade.
You slid the bottle of blue electrolytes to her. “Electrolytes with your liquor?”
Jules rolled her eyes and twisted the cap open begrudgingly taking a sip. You nodded approvingly and headed to your bedroom to get undressed. You sighed as you tugged your shirt over your head and unbuttoned your jeans letting them fall, still stained with the brunette’s tears.
You stood confidently in your boxer-briefs and bra taking a breath and a moment to yourself. You were shedding your boxers and pulling up a pair of thin pajama pants when Jules walked in with her thumb pointing to the kitchen her eyes instantly falling on your limp dick.
You cursed and turned your back on instinct.
Her spluttering halted as she tilted her head and smirked at the ink scribbled across the back of your thigh, “Is that a tattoo?”
You hurriedly pulled the pajama pants up and tied them securely. “What did you need?”
You asked ignoring the heat in your cheeks and ears.
“What does it say?” She asks referring to the tattoo on the back of your thigh just below the curve of your glute.
You groaned and brushed past her hearing the microwave beep. “Your dinner is done.”
You tried to brush her off but she didn’t let you. She followed you into the kitchen and poured herself another glass as you grabbed her a fork and slid the tupperware to her.
“I won’t eat until you tell me what it says. I will starve myself, I swear.”
You roll her eyes at her tipsy dramatics. “Fine. It says ‘Pleasure Over Matter.’”
Jules snorts before keeling over laughing and you smirk embarrassed but glad to see her smiling. You just watch her with a soft look in your eyes. “Now eat your food. You know you want it.”
“You are so… full of yourself, my god!” She cackled.
You rolled your eyes and picked up the fork, stabbing some elbow noodles and held it to her lips. “Eat.”
She takes a bite and moans softly before taking the fork and digging in. “Am i drunk already or are you a good cook?”
You smirk. “Both.”
You watched her eat and poured yourself another glass of whiskey and downed it in one go. You stuck your tongue out and made a noise of distaste. Jules eats slowly but surely and taps her glass for you to top her off. You do. She downed it, took a pointed sip of Powerade and went back to eating as you screwed the cap on the bottle and placed it in your freezer to the brunette’s disappointment.
“Come on.” You mutter and guide her to your living room as she eats. You turn on the tv and let her pick a horror movie as you sink into the cushion of your couch beside her. She settles on Scream, one of her favorites.
You sit through most of the movie together. She finishes eating and sips at the Powerade you gave her and she turns to look at you. “How are things with you and Dr. Shepherd?”
You press your lips together and turn away from the gorey movie to hold her gaze. “Uh… nonexistent. I don’t accept that type of betrayal as something to move past.”
Jules nodded slowly. “So you two are over? Like for good? How can you walk away that easily?”
You snorted. “You just walk away and don’t look back.”
Jules nodded slowly again. The alcohol made her slow to process. “Is it that easy?”
You scan her face and realize hastily she’s conflating her situation with Yasuda to your’s. “Hey, she’s a fool for leaving you. Don’t get me wrong, grief makes people do stupid things they wouldn’t necessarily do… but.. You didn’t betray her. You did nothing wrong. She simply walked away. And that might be what she needed… that doesn’t reflect on you, Jules. That reflects on her. You deserve all the love in the world. Someone who will see it through with you. Not that half-in half-out bullshit you usually settle for. She’s going through a lot and she made the choice to deal with that on her own and abandoned you in the process. That’s the facts of the situation. Focus on the facts, don't draw conclusions, especially ones that mess up your own self worth.”
Jules nodded her eyes tearing up again. “I just.. I feel so..”
You nod slowly. “Hurt?”
She nods and wipes at her eyes. “I thought… we could get through it together. I thought we had something. I just don’t want to think anymore. I shouldn't have ever gotten involved, I should have kept my head down.”
You sigh and pull her towards you by her ankle until her legs are across your lap and you hug her. “Don’t shame yourself. There’s no shame in… falling in love. You’re human.”
“I-I know, but…”
You shush her as she sniffles against your neck. “There is no but. You lead with your heart that was brave. Not stupid.”
Jules fell silent sniffling over the screams that echoed from your flatscreen. You held her together and kissed the top of her head and she leaned into you. She looked teary-eyed and dejected and you pouted, bringing a hand to her cheek. She leans into your touch and you clench your jaw as she gives you a certain look, her gaze darkening as she leans upwards her lips parting slightly. You rest your forehead against hers.
“Are you sure?”
She responds silently by bringing a soft hand to the back of your neck, her nails gently biting into the flesh there. You nod slowly and lean in to capture her lips. You stop just before they meet. “You won’t hate me for this?”
Jules pulls back to catch your eye. “Shut up.” She mumbled and captured your lips roughly with her own and you melted– kissing her back with a certain reservation. While she… she was rough with you because she knew you could handle it. Handle her. That’s what she wanted…to be handled. And handled well.
She bites down on your lip and straddles your lap as she forces her tongue into your mouth and you suck on it causing her to groan and pull away only to dive back in– her hands trailed over the lace of your bra and down your clenched abdomen.
You dragged your lips away from hers and along the edge of her jaw to catch your breath. You smirked and licked her pulse point sucking lightly before moving on. The brunette shrugged your jacket off her lithe frame and pulled her scrub top over her head.
You licked your lips as she cupped your cheeks before dragging your head forward so that your swollen lips grazed against the tops of her breast. You kissed the skin languidly feeling her heart pound under your lips as you reached behind her and unclasped her bra with one hand.
She chuckled as you smirked devilishly and pulled the straps down her arms until you were able to toss the constrictive garment aside. “You’re so smooth with that.”
“Practice makes perfect.” You mumbled before sucking one of her rosy pink nipples into your mouth laving your tongue over the peak as you massaged the other. She grinded down on your abs as your mouth world her eyes on your face as she pushed your hair out of your way.
You switched to her other breast as she grabbed your free hand and untied her scrub bottoms before shoving it inside. YOu moaned against her breast as you cupped her wet cunt over her panties before pushing them aside. She gasped as your fingers gently traced her clit.
You rubbed the bundle of nerves languidly trailing your fingers further until you could swipe some of the slick from her entrance up against her button. Jules' hips jerked and her head fell backwards. “Fuck. Please.”
You released her nipple–a string of your spit connecting you to her breast still. You cupped her jaw and dragged her lips back down to yours as you plunged a single finger into her entrance swirling it around. She moaned into your mouth her arms wrapped around your neck as you swirled your tongue over hers.
You nibbled her lower lip as you curled your finger. She pulled away with a whine– her clit dragging over the heel of your palm. You knew what she wanted before she even asked plunging a second finger inside her tight, wet heat. She groaned and let her forehead rest against your’s.
“Feel good?” You smirked as you dragged your fingers through her pussy rubbing against the textured patch just inside her entrance.
Her back arched as she whimpered and grinded her clit harder against your palm. She rolled her hips perfectly to ride your long fingers that reached deeper than anyone else ever could including herself. Her breath fanned against your face and smelled of pure whiskey–how intoxicating. She nodded mindlessly and you chuckled hotly.
“Yeah?”
“Fuck. Yes!” She cried as you scissored your fingers inside her.
You groaned as she tightened around your fingers, more wetness gushing into your palm. You fucked your fingers into her faster in response. You made sure to hook your fingers on every pull to drag against that spot that made her walls clench tighter every time. That spot that made her hold on your wrist tighten and that airy moan spew from her lips. Her face scrunched in pleasure.
“Right there?” You inquired though you knew the answer before she frantically nodded her head in desperation.
You smirked and scissored your fingers inside her. Feeling her walls tighten and her cunt gush in response. The brunette ground her clit against your palm letting out a growled mewl.
“There you go, take what you need.” You whispered and sucked her pink nipple back into your mouth as she rode your fingers frantically.
Jules whined and bounced on your fingers insistently canting her hips forward to rub her clit against your palm over and over. That's when you brought your other hand down and swiped at the bundle of nerves hastily, your fingers slipping on the sheer amount of slick.
You arched your hips up unconsciously seeking attention but remained focused as Jules' breath stuttered. The smell of whiskey filling your senses as she cupped your cheeks and brought your lips to hers her eyes rolling back as her back arched–-with a gush and a breathless whine she came hard all over your hands. Her eyes rolled back and her breath caught as you rubbed her clit and g-spot simultaneously as her walls seized.
The sounds spilling from her lips tasted of pure heaven on your tongue as you pulled away to gaze at her pleasure-overcome features. Her eyebrows drawn together her lips open her jaw tight. Her hips canted wildly chasing the euphoria you helped her achieve until it all came crashing down.
The brunette slackened in your arms. Her breath fanning against your neck, her mahogany tresses tickling your jaw and shoulder as you wiped her slick on her thigh before pulling your hand out of her pants and wrapping her in your arms holding her close. Silence befell the room, the credits of the movie playing in the background as she caught her breath.
Jules shuddered as she was hit with aftershock after aftershock. Her eyes welled up again as the euphoria faded and her reality came crashing back down on her. You heard her sniffle and instantly tightened your arms around her.
You held your breath as she began to sob into your neck. You kissed her shoulder as she cried well into the night, and you fell asleep with her curled up in your arms.
Warning!!- Fluff, a little angst, hurt and comfort
A/N- Guys, I know I said I would write on Tuesday but I had schoolwork to do. Please forgive me 😓
You knew Rue as a drug addict but Jules was something more. Of course she came to you in tears telling you that's she had sexual intercourse with some old hag named "Cal Jacobs" which pissed you off a lot. You weren't mad at Jules but mad at Cal that bitch had messed with your girlfriend. You gathered up all your options curse at him, go to his house and give him a peace of your mind or even try and kill his own family. Until you felt something tug on your arm. It was Jules and she begged you not to do anything to him with tears in her eyes. Not because she cared for him but because she didn't want you to make a scene then the police find out then you go to prison then she and rue lose you. So you decided to let go of those options. You and her went to the bedroom and rue was in there on her phone you took it and put it on the desk next to you. And then you and Jules laid down on the bed and you both tried to comfort Jules while she made little gasps and continued crying. A little while later she was asleep and you guys were still cuddling with the blanket over you guys then you and rue fell asleep while the shimmering sunbeams shot through the curtains.
Before requesting, take a look at my Masterpost to gain more insight into my DNI and requesting guideline lists. Take a look at my Prompt List for some ideas regarding request too!
Open The Door:
Summary/Request: "euphoria has a knack for characters yelling to open the door"
Moving In:
Summary/Request: "Hi, can you write a headcanon where the reader moved in with Jules?"
Watercolor Eyes:
Summary/Request: "Jules didn’t have the best New Years so she goes to see her best friend for some comfort."
In which you have to witness how Jules has to face Nate.
Nate went into McKay's kitchen like an angry bull going into a b. You wouldn't have even noticed his presence if it wasn't because he pushed everything off the kitchen counter onto the floor. You rolled your eyes, keeping your distance from him as he served himself a shot of whiskey.
"Get the fuck out of here!" He shouted throwing his arm into the air in such viontly way. Most of the people did as he say or at least stay as separated from the boy as they could. You noticed a girl with pretty pink and blonde hair. She was trapped between a corner of the kitchen and an angry Nate. She seemed unused to this kind of behavior and even more unused to Nate Jacobs so you made two guesses: she was new to the town or she hasn't been to a party in a pretty long time. "What the fuck are you looking at?" It looked like the girl didn't only catch your attention but Nate's too.
Nate approached the girl who was shocked enough to not be able to do anything else besides standing there. "Who are you?" You were definitely interested in the answer to that question but the scene that Nate was putting her through was as uncomfortable to see as it was being for her. "I'm Jules, I'm a friend of..." Jules. So that was her name. Pretty name, you thought. "A friend of whose? Cause you're not my fucking friend, so who are you fucking friends with Jules?" You wanted to intervene but your friends stood in front of you, like a big wall blocking your way. "Does anybody know who this is? Does anybody know who the fuck Jules is?" How was no one doing anything? Jules was looking around, uncomfortable and scared as fuck when her eyes met yours. Nate hissed, mocking the girl when no one stood up for her. "So who are you?"
"I'm just minding my own business. I'm not trying to star anything."
"Nobody that looks like you is minding their own fucking business. I know what you are." He was getting so close to Jules' face, making her lower lip trembled but her eyes never broke the eye contact with Nate's. "So what you want? Do you want some fucking attention? I'll give you some fucking attention." This was not only uncomfortable to see but disgusting too. Jules turned her face aside, scaping from Nate's which was getting closer every time he talked. "Is anybody here friends with Jules? Does anybody know who the fuck this bitch is?"
"Fuck you Nate!" You shouted behind your friends. Nate turned his head looking for the shameless person that interrupted him. "Fucking y/n. It always has to be the fucking y/n who stands up for the bitches huh!" He walked towards you, your friends leaving you exposed to him, oh so now they moved? "You better fucking tell me who this bitch is because you're both gonna get fucked up!" Nate stood between you and Jules, pointing at the blonde girl and threatening you. When Nate approached Jules again, she took a knife and aimed Nate. All the people in the kitchen watching the scene involuntarily stepped back. "You wanna fucking touch me? You wanna fucking hurt me?" She was holding the knife so tightly you could see the palm of her hand turning red. Nate walked backward, trying to escape from an armed Jules as he reassured her that he was joking.
"You have no fucking idea!" Jules raised her arm and slid the edge of the knife down her skin. You could hear people gasping and whispering some "what the fuck"s. Your eyes just went wide enough to assimilate what was going on. "You're a psycho!" Nate was now the one trapped between Jules and the kitchen counter, he was almost climbing up the worktop which was kinda funny to you. "I'm fucking invencible!" She replied to him as she let her bloody arm fall into Nate's shoulder. He finally escaped from the scene he started and Jules started to walk back, at first looking proud but then going back to reality and feeling a sensation of shame invading her body.
"I'm Jules by the way. I've just moved here." You nodded slowly, approving how the situation ended. You followed the girl outside of the house and you finally reached her when she was about to leave with her bike. "Wait, are you okay?" You pointed at her arm with your head, she nodded. "Oh yes, It's okay. I knew he was gonna get violent and I didn't want a fucking broken cheekbone or something." You understood her reaction, if it had been for you, you'd have definitely sunk that knife in between Nate's ribs.
"I'm y/n."
"I'm Jules."
You both shook hands. "Thank you for standing up for me tho." You shook your head. "It's nothing. Nate Jacobs is an asshole I hope you don't have to deal with him anymore because he really is the fucking worst." She giggled. Jules was so pretty, long blonde hair, and big eyes decorated with beautiful make-up and the best part was that she thought the same about you. Jules was trying to remember when was the last time she looked at someone that beautiful. "Hmm.... Where are you going now?" The party was getting boring so scaping with a pretty girl seemed so much fun than staying. "Home, probably."
"I got my car. I can drive you. I haven't drunk anything yet so..." She nodded, adding a "that would be great".
Hello, can you do fluff alphabet for Jules Vaughn?
I really enjoyed writing this. Like too much.
Not proofread.
A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?
Jules definitely is a movie goer. She likes to go to the movies even if it wasn't a movie she was interested in. She liked the snacks and to cuddle up next to you. She also liked going on random adventures, coming up with a place to drive to and just picking you up on her bike.
B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?
She would definitely admire your ability to listen. She needed someone to actually sit down and hear her out, not trying to fix every single one of her issues but just to hear her concerns. She didn't always need to fix her problems but just to talk about them outloud.
C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?
She's definitely the type to give you options on what to do. She'd ask you if you needed anything, if you wanted to take a walk or get some fresh air. She was all about distracting you when she knew you were stressed, trying her best to take the edge off of it for you.
D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?
She'd want a quiet lifestyle in a big city. She wanted to move with you to NYC, get a small apartment to fill with cats and fake plants. She wanted a cozy, quaint life with you but she wanted a loud and dramatic work life, working with fashion.
E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?
She would definitely be a bit more of the dominant one. She liked that you let her lead you around, her hand on the small of your back. She liked that you always just knew what to do with her, when you were around her. You were easy to read and easy to communicate with and you hated to fight. It was easy.
F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?
You wouldn't get into many fights, if I'm being honest. There wouldn't be much to fight about. You would bicker over small things occasionally but you would quickly get over it. Most of the time all it took was making a joke about the situation and you would be making up and moving on.
G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?
She would definitely thank you but feel bashful while doing it. She'd never been with someone who just took care of her without wanting something in return. It made her feel weird or like she owed you something so when you told her that you just wanted to make her happy, she'd feel odd. Odd in a good way.
H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?
She would tell you everything, sure, but it was difficult for her to open up about her past. She would never lie to you if you asked but sometimes she realizes the things that she hasn't told you yet, worried that you one day might ask.
I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?
You would definitely help her out of her distrust and commitment issues. She loved to be loved and she never felt enough love from just one person. You were the first person to convince her that she just wasn't with the right person in the past, and that you were all she ever could want and need.
J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?
Given her history with cheating and being played, she would constantly worry that everyone was a threat. But that was really only at the beginning, eventually she would settle into you and feel better and more comfortable.
K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?
Jules is definitely a skilled kisser. She would help you get into the groove of it and she could definitely say that it was her favorite thing to do with you.
L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?
Jules would be the one to tell you she loved you for the first time over the phone or over text, too bashful to say it in person until she knew how you felt.
M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?
She didn't think that she ever needed marriage. She was fine with you two being together, not needing anything more to solidify her love for you. But she never turn down a big dramatic day all about her love for you.
N icknames - What do they call their s/o?
Cheeeeesy nicknames. Boo, boobear, all the gross lovey names you could ever think of. Most of them were teasing but they would definitely make you smile.
O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?
Everyone knows that she's in love with you because she constantly tells everyone how amazing her partner is. She was always with you 24/7 which was a dead giveaway of her love and infatuation for you.
P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?
She's all over you. 24/7. Need I say more?
Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.
She was a good problem solver. She approaches every situation like it was a puzzle, trying her best to help you piece it all together.
R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?
She would come up with the cheesiest ideas. Picnics in the park, candle lit dinner, roses; anything out of the movies, she would do.
S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?
She would do anything to help you be successful. She knew that you felt the same about her but she also new that you would follow her where she wanted to go. She worried that you would toss your dreams aside for her dreams in NYC so she wanted to not let that happen.
T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?
She loves doing new things and coming up with new date ideas. It was one of her favorite things to brainstorm, just wanting to keep you on the edge of your seat at all times.
U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?
Quick to judge and quick to make assumptions but she would definitely be understanding once she'd calm down to hear you out about something. She was the type to always think you were breaking up with her so she would definitely need a second to allow herself to be empathetic.
V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?
W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.
Jules would definitely have some trust issues that go back to her inner insecurities. She was a very insecure person though most people viewed her as the most confident person in the room. You'd be the only person that she could ever be honest about that stuff with.
X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?
She's affectionate to a fault for sure. She would kiss you, touch on you, cuddle up to you, everywhere and anywhere.
Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?
She was needy but in an intimate way. She needed to be close to you always so she really wouldn't be able to cope if you were away from her for long periods of time. She would need constant communication and snapchats, just to know you were still thinking of her.
Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?
She would have a bit of a short fuse sometimes and jump the gun a little too quick. She was quick to assumptions but she would try to improve on this for you. She wanted to be able to give you the benefit of the doubt always and get over her distrusting ways.
