So since my last post got me a single prompt (I'll write that seperate for you anon <3), I decided I'd make this a vote as well.
Pick someone I haven't written for yet.
What should it be about?
Marilyn Thornhill x Reader
Isadora Capri x Reader
Misty Quigley x Reader
Miss Peregrine x Reader
Andromache x Reader
Julia Hoffman x Reader
Zora Bennett x Reader
Voting ended onOct 2, 2025
I really gotta remember that Tumblr has absolutely no comments. Like I can ask for it, and get none.
But I'll still try. Please send story ideas in the comments, or my asks, or anything. Please. This was a community choice, but I can't make it as such if you don't communicate your wants.
I am currently taking one shot/short story requests for the following characters:
Angelique Bouchard, Hela Odinsdottir, Julia Hoffman, Larissa Weems, Alcina Dimitrescu, Alma Peregrine, Ellie Bixler, Medusa and Thing (Addams family)
I would love to hear your ideas, so please don't hesitate to comment or pm me if you have a particular idea you would like to see written. I'll be sure to credit you in the description if I make it. Thank you!
Whiskey and cherries. No amount of perfume ever quite manages to cover it up, but you wouldn’t want it to.
B = Babe (What would they use as pet names? Do they use them a lot?)
Julia utilizes pet names mostly when she wants to ask a favor of you. She’ll use them more casually as well, but when she really starts laying them on thick, you know what she’s up to.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
She doesn’t consider herself a cuddler, but she is. Especially in her sleep. She likes to throw her arm over you in her sleep and she even holds onto you quite tightly sometimes.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? What would they think about living together?)
She’s not 100% sold on the idea of fully settling down, but she is very agreeable to living together. She wants to be able to share the same space as you whenever she wants.
E = Emotion (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
She’s more affectionate drunk than sober. She’ll hang on you when she’s drunk, but even sober she’s a touchy person.
F = Flirt (How do they flirt? Are they smooth or awkward?)
She’s a bit of a messy flirt. Sometimes she’s able to pull off a line that surprises you, and sometimes she can’t seem to string a coherent thought together around you.
G = Gifts (Are they a gift giver? What kind of gifts do they give?)
She’s really not much of a gift giver. Every once in a while she’ll come up with something so incredibly thoughtful that you’ll wonder how she did it.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Julia is pretty neutral on hugs. Sometimes they feel nice, sometimes they feel more stifling. It just depends on her mood.
I = I Love You (How fast do they say the L-word?)
Too fast, and probably drunk. There may even be a time or two she forgets she’s said it. But the first time she says it sober, that’s when she really means it.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
She can get pretty jealous, even if her jealousy is unwarranted. Usually she’ll turn doubly hard to a bottle of alcohol to numb the feeling.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you?)
You can always count on Julia’s kisses being full of passion. If she’s going to kiss you, she’s damn well going to make it count.
L = Little ones (How are they around children? Would they want some of their own?)
She’s not great with children, but she’s alright with them for short periods of time. She’s definitely not eager to have any of her own.
M = Meet (How did they meet you?)
At a bar in Collinsport. You kept eyeing her from across the room, so she thought she’d introduce herself and the rest is history.
N = Nurture (Are they good at taking care of you if you’re hurt/sick?)
If you’ve got a hangover then she’s your girl, but if it’s anything else, she’s not so great at helping you through it.
O = Out (What’s a typical date night with them like?)
Old black and white movies, a bottle of wine and conversation. That makes up the vast majority of your date nights.
P = Propose (When do you/they propose? How does the proposal go?)
A proposal may never come, and that’s alright with you and Julia. You like things the way they are, and you don’t need a proposal to solidify your commitment.
Q = Quirk (What small habit/feature/quirk do they have that you find especially endearing?)
The way she lowers her sunglasses at people when she’s judging them. It’s adorable and doubles down her intent to embarrass them.
R = Routine (What does a typical day together look like? Routines, schedules, habits?)
You usually have to get Julia up in the morning, which can be a struggle sometimes. And the rest of your daily routine is basically navigating around one another until you’re both so exhausted that you head to bed.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you?)
She doesn’t feel the need to be super protective. That’s not saying she won’t step in when someone is saying shit to you. She very much will if she thinks you want or need the backup.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, etc?)
Julia is usually a low effort type, but even so, you find the sort of nice, relaxing. Not everything needs to be an Olympic sport.
U = Unique (What’s something they’d only do for you?)
She’s come to rely on alcohol over the years, but for you, she makes a conscious effort to cut back. You may never get her to stop, but for you she tries her best not to overdo it.
V = Vulnerable (How long does it take them to feel comfortable being vulnerable around you?)
Julia is what she is and she’s going to be upfront about it right off the bat. She doesn’t have time to suffer people who don’t get her.
W = Wardrobe (What would they wear to impress you?)
Mini skirts. She has great legs and she knows you’re always going to be staring when she puts on a mini skirt. She loves to tease you that way.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
Julia loves your hair. Whether it’s touching it or smelling it, she just adores it. She’ll go to the bathroom just to smell your shampoo sometimes, especially when you’re away for some reason.
Y = You (What are some things they would like in a partner?)
Someone who isn’t afraid to be themselves and won’t judge her for being her. That’s really all she asks.
Z = Zzz (What are their sleep habits?)
Julia truly sleeps like the dead. It’s a monumental effort in waking her sometimes. The house could be on fire and she’d likely not even know it.
For @fairyfaefiction
Julia Hoffman: @iticaboopsyou, @jona-lea, @music-bird, @fairyfaefiction, @chillinftladygaga, @geekyandgay98, @tissaiasdarkone, @thekirbishow
Notes: I decided to add a nsfw portion to this, it's below the keep reading link so you can still enjoy the fic if you don't want to read it :)
You walked into the sitting room to find Elizabeth pouring herself a drink. Upon your entry, she pulled out a second glass.
"Want some?" She asked, showing you the bottle.
"Sure." You glanced around the room. "Where's Julia?"
"Upstairs, packing her things, I'd imagine." She answered as she filled the glasses.
"She's leaving?" You asked, perplexed. That couldn't be right. Julia would never just leave. Right? You felt an unpleasant pinch in your chest.
"I've decided to let her go. She'll be out of Collinsport come tomorrow morning." She strode over and offered you your drink, but you didn't take it. Anger and panic shot through you at her words.
"You fired her?" Your voice came out more shrill than you intended, and you forced yourself to swallow.
She sighed, throwing the hand that wasn't holding a drink up in a helpless gesture. "I don't know what you expected. It's been nearly a year and she hasn't made an inch of progress with David. I have to find someone else."
"She's like family, Lizzie!" You protested.
"No, she's a shitty doctor with a drinking problem. Honestly, I don't know why you're making such a big deal out of this." She seemed almost bored at the subject, like it wasn't worth her time.
"Damn you. She's not leaving this house." You seethed. Ignoring her shocked expression, you stormed out of the room, heavy doors slamming behind you as you went in search of Julia.
Just as Elizabeth had said, Julia was upstairs in her room, packing nearly folded clothes into a suitcase. You burst through the door without knocking, startling her.
"You're leaving."
She resumed packing her things. "I have to. Your sister is kicking me out."
"And you're just letting her?"
She slammed her suitcase shut, turning to look at you incredulously. "What exactly do you expect me to do? The only thing keeping me here was a job that I no longer have."
"The only thing?" You questioned, hurt.
Something flashed in her eyes, but she looked away before you could figure out what it was.
"I have to leave. She could have me forcibly removed if I put up a fight. It's her house."
"Let me talk to her." You insisted. "She's my sister, she'll listen to me. I can convince her to let you stay." Your heart sank as she shook her head.
"No, you can't."
Hurt was replaced by anger at her unwillingness to find a solution.
"Why are you just giving up?" You demanded. It was almost a shout, but you didn't care. You needed answers.
She only scoffed, grabbing her suitcase. You wrestled it away from her and shoved her back. Her knees caught on the edge of the bed and she fell back on the mattress. She growled as she made to stand up but you pushed her back again, this time straddling her so she couldn't move. Maybe if you were thinking clearly, it would have gone a little differently, but your actions were motivated by pure instinct as you pinned her hands above her head, glaring down at her. She gazed at you unblinkingly. Challenging.
"Why do you care so much?"
Your grip tightened on her wrists. "You know why." You hissed.
"Say it."
You shook your head, releasing a shuttering breath as you leaned down to rest your forehead on her shoulder. You couldn't.
"Please." She said next to your ear, her voice a desperate whisper. "I just need to hear you say it." Her chest hiccuped against yours, her uncaring facade shattering underneath you.
You lifted your head again to gaze into her eyes. They were glazed with tears unshed. Why was this so difficult? It shouldn't be this difficult, you thought. You swallowed.
"I love you." The words that had gone for so long unspoken slipped past your lips. It was so simple, so small, but it felt like a dam had been broken. A tear slipped from your eye and landed on her cheek, and you quickly wiped it away.
"Don't leave, Julia. Promise me you'll stay."
She freed a hand from yours, reaching up to tuck your hair behind your ear. Her face was so tender, it felt like your heart was melting into a puddle of chocolate in your chest.
"I promise."
**
"I promise."
She dragged you down into a kiss, murmuring those words against your lips.
"I promise. I promise."
The kiss deepened as she flipped the both of you over, straddling you. The kiss was hot and hungry. Consuming. Desperation to make up for almost a year of holding back fueled frantic hands as clothes were quickly thrown on the floor. She trailed wet kisses across your jaw, down your neck and then lower, to the swell of your breasts. Her tongue swirled expertly around your nipples, and you arched your back, needing more. Nails raked across your stomach, making you gasp. Maybe another day she would take her time, exploring every inch of you, savoring every nuance, but now she wasted no time in ripping off your panties and spreading your legs. She gazed hungrily at the sight, lips parted.
"Jesus."
She dragged a finger through your wet folds, making you whimper. "How are you so wet already, baby?"
She leaned back over you again, nipping your ear and sucking that sweet spot on your neck. Her fingers were busy circling your clit, sending waves of burning pleasure coursing through you. You squeezed your eyes shut, burying your face in her shoulder.
She grabbed your hair and pushed your head back against the blankets. "No, you have to look at me. I wanna see those pretty eyes." She leaned down and kissed your cheek, sighing against your skin.
Suddenly she dipped a finger into your entrance teasingly. You moaned.
"Oh please." You said breathlessly.
"Please what?" She dipped her finger in again, torturously pulling back out. She was staring at you, her eyes dark with want, lipstick smudged and cheeks flushed. She was clearly just as needy as you were. You rolled your hips up towards her.
"Fuck me."
Without a moment's hesitation, she plunged her fingers into you, pumping in and out slowly. Every stroke hit your g-spot, and combined with her thumb still massaging your clit, you knew you wouldn't last long. Heat pooled in the pit of your stomach, and you reached out for something, anything to grab into the steady yourself as she brought you higher and higher, drawing the moans out of you with her skilled fingers. When she sped up her pace, that was all it took to send you tumbling over the edge. Your orgasm flooded over you, drowning you in bliss. You cried out from the intensity of it as she continued fucking you, wanting to wring out every last bit of pleasure you had to give. When it had finally run it's course through you, you sagged back against the bed, reveling in a post-orgasmic glow. Julia slowly drew her fingers out of you and captured you in another kiss, one less starved but just as intense as they had been in the beginning. She pulled away and you smiled up at her.
She’s usually pretty well spent after sex, though if you were to draw her a bath after, she’d be hard pressed to refuse.
B = Body part (favorite body part of their partner’s)
She adores your neck. Finding that sweet spot that makes you just melt under her touch is just the thing she needs after a long day.
C = Collar (do they mark you as theirs in some way?)
She’ll definitely cover you in hickeys unless you specifically ask her not to for some reason. She loves seeing the marks she left on you.
D = Dominant (who is in control? are they a top or bottom?)
Julia can really swing either way, and sometimes you don’t know which side you’ll be getting. There are times where she just needs to let it all go and let you take the lead, and other times where she’s more than happy to play the role of domme.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
She might not be an expert in all regards, but she definitely has a good amount of experience. She knows what she’s doing, but isn’t afraid to use your guidance to help please you.
F = Fuck (do they prefer to fuck or make love?)
Either or, really, but she leans a little more towards fucking.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Julia falls somewhere in the middle on this one. She likes to try and keep serious, but slip ups often get the both of you in a more silly mood.
H = Hot (what turns them on, gets them going)
Watching you deep in thought, chewing on the end of a pen, or your hair, or whatever. There’s just something about your expression in that state that gets her thinking about taking you to bed.
I = Insatiable (how do they act when they’re desperate to have you?)
Julia will make herself the only thing you can think about until you give in to her. Passing by so you can get a whiff of her perfume, sitting herself in your lap, anything to get your attention fixated on her until you’re just as desperate for her as she is for you.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
She’ll indulge herself quite often if she happens to be in the mood. She’s more than willing to explore her own body and pleasure.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Julia loves biting. Drives her absolutely mad. Whether it’s you biting her, or her biting you, it doesn’t matter. Neither does location. She loves it in any and all forms.
L = Location (favorite places to have sex)
She mostly prefers the bedroom, but she won’t say no to some bath time lovemaking or a heated session that lands you on the floor.
M = Mood (what’s the foreplay like? how do you get them in the mood?)
Again, biting is a great way to get her going, but you can also change something about your appearance throughout the day, like wearing significantly less clothing.
N = Naked (how do they undress? do they like to watch you undress?)
Julia undresses quick and dirty. She doesn’t have the patience to draw it out. She’d rather just get right down to it.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Though she does prefer to be on the receiving end, she does have considerable skill when repaying the favor.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
It’s a mix. She does like to be a little rougher on occasion, but it’s not a hard and fast rule.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
She does love a good quickie. It scratches an itch and with Julia, they really can be quite good fun.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Julia does like to experiment and take some risks. She typically doesn’t just dive right in to something new, but if you bring it up, she’s likely to at least try it.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
One maybe two on average. Each round can go in for a while though. Her stamina is incredible.
T = Tryst (are they into casual sex or one night stands?)
She’s been known to indulge in her fair share of both. It used to be the way she preferred things, but not as much anymore.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
She can either tease you for hours or cut right to the chase, with very little in between.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Julia can get loud. She also curses a bit, and depending on the type of play you’re engaging in, she can be a screamer.
W = Wait (how long do they wait before having sex with their partner for the first time?)
If the chemistry is there, then not too long. She likes to get you in bed early, see if you’re compatible in the bedroom before she puts in a ton of effort for something more.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Julia is beautiful. That pale skin practically shines under moonlight and she’s absolutely transfixing to behold.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
It’s on the higher side. She’s not insatiable, but she likes to be getting some pretty regularly.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Pretty quick, usually. She can fall asleep at the drop of a hat after sex. It’s actually kind of adorable.
For @fairyfaefiction
Julia Hoffman: @iticaboopsyou, @jona-lea, @music-bird, @fairyfaefiction, @chillinftladygaga, @geekyandgay98
Imagine Julia drunkenly confessing her feelings for you
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You walked into the sitting room to find Julia sprawled out on the couch like a cat. Her shoes had been kicked haphazardly on the floor, and in her hand was a nearly empty glass of whiskey. At the sound of the doors closing behind you, her eyes drifted up to meet yours.
"Hey, you." She slurred.
"You sound drunk." You said, a trace of humor evident in your voice. She snorted.
"Oh honey, when am I not drunk?" She downed the last of her glass and made to stand up. The effort was a little clumsy, and when she did make it to a stand she swayed a little. She stared at the ground for a moment, lips pursed in concentration as she regained her sense of balance, then reached for the bottle to pour another glass. You grabbed it before she could close her fingers around it.
"I don't think that's a good idea." You said. "You can barely stand as it is."
"But," She pointed a finger at you. "I can still stand. Therefore, I need more." She reached for the bottle but you kept it out of her reach. Annoyed, she reached again, this time stumbling forward and falling into you. You were forced several steps backwards, but somehow managed to stay standing and keep a grip on the bottle. However Julia, her senses dulled by the alcohol, lost her grip on the glass in her hand. It fell to the ground, shattering on impact.
"Oops." She said flatly.
"Jesus, Julia. Come on, let's get you to bed."
She didn't protest as you wrapped an arm around her, maneuvering her around the mess and out of the room.
She was leaning on you heavily, and you half expected the both of you to tumble to the ground in the middle of the hallway, but you made it to her room without incident. Once there, you carefully sat her down on the bed.
"I know you like your liquor, Julia, but I think you may have taken it just a little too far tonight." You said. You noticed some stray hairs around her face and tucked them back into place.
"You care too much."
You smiled and shook your head. "I'm gonna go get you some water." You turned to walk out.
"I can tell you like me, you know." She said. You turned back towards her. She had leaned back on the bed, propping herself on her elbows, and had that look on her face. Analytical, somehow knowing and curious at the same time, with just a touch of smugness. She often made that face when she was psychoanalyzing someone. Even drunk, she knew her work.
"Its easy to see the signs," She went on, "If you know what you're looking for. There's the obvious things, the goofy grins, the blushing, the surplus of compliments." She sighed, looking at the ceiling. "But then there's… well, there's the less obvious things." She let her gaze drop back to you. "The things you kinda have to look for." Suddenly she stood up, and for a second you were worried she'd fall over. She took a step towards you. "The way you lean in when I talk." Another step. "The way you always look at me when you laugh in a room full of people." Another step. "Not a lot of people actually know that one, that you look at the person you most like when you laugh." She was right in front of you now, close enough that you could smell the whiskey on her breath. She reached out a hand to stroke your hair, twirling a single strand around her fingers. "Of course, it could just be me."
"What do you mean?" You asked. Of course, she had been right. You had been harboring feelings for her for awhile now, almost since you met her. And you had prepared yourself that she would find out, how could she not in her line of work? But was this… doubt?
"Well I could just be making up what I want to see. Maybe you're not actually doing any of those things." She let the strand of hair fall through her fingers. "Maybe I just really, really want you to lean in" She whispered. She looked into your eyes, then at your lips. You saw her own lips twitch. "I shouldn't be telling you any of this."
You weren't sure what to say. Your mind was reeling. She knew you liked her, except... She didn't? She thought she was confusing her own feelings with yours. Of course there was always the chance that this meant nothing. That this was simply the ramblings of a drunk woman, but you doubted it.
You smoothed your hands over her shoulders. You wanted so terribly to kiss her, to tell her it was alright, that you were glad she told you and that you did like her and how overjoyed you were that she felt the same. But you couldn't. Not right now, not like this, when she probably won't remember a thing tomorrow.
"I think we should continue this in the morning." You finally said. She nodded, and you guided her back to the bed. Right when you turned to leave, she grabbed your hand.
"Wait. Could you just... Stay? For a little while?"
You nodded. "Of course." You laid down on the bed next to her and she cuddled into you. You gently pressed a kiss to her forehead, and she murmured something you couldn’t hear. You closed your eyes, stroking her hair, hopeful for what the morning would bring.
