#the way jules towers over them omg

[juliangirlblancas]

my three weed smoking girlfriends

[curiouser-and-curiouser-fics]

I’m a new arcana blog and idk how to get more followers and idk many arcana blogs :/ can you recommend some?

sorry this took so long, babe!! things have been crazy over here, and I got quite the weekend ahead of me

most of the blogs I’ll recommend will 7/10 follow you back, so following them all is a sure fire way to at least gain some followers XD

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dear God that took so long like literally 30 minutes hhhhhh XD

Welcome to the community, sorry in advance for any discourse that will might pop up, and good luck!!

[anastasiaskarsgard]

Okay @ill-skillsgard here’s how Mickey and Jules came to be. I think I just wrote some fluff!!! Omg Mickey brings it out. I know everyone likes to think he’s goofy and lovable, but I think he wasn’t always like that till he met Jules.............................................. Mickey had been attracted to danger as a little boy. He would stick his hand out to play with fire. Climb trees that seemed to tower like skyscrapers, Run headlong into traffic just to watch and laugh as the cars swerved to avoid hitting him and leap from roof top to roof top high above the city.

And that was only for shits and giggles. Factor in the dangers he'd had forced upon him; the constant shuffling between foster homes, the fistfights over scraps of food, taking on the bigger kids who thought he was just a skinny little goof ball, being disappointed by his crackhead mother’s broken promises too many times to count... He'd gone up against anything and everything that could have maimed or killed him, and he'd not only survived, he'd prospered. Thus, at twenty five he was as jaded and unflappable as one would expect of a man whose youth had been more darkness then laughter: There wasn't much that got his pulse pounding. Most people couldn’t catch his eye let alone keep his attention until he met Jules.

Something about her, made him uncomfortable yet desperate. He’d never had to put much effort forth when it came to girls, and generally never had to do much more than look their way, to reel them in, but she would just smile and carry on whatever she was doing. She was sweet and cute and nothing like his persona of aloof and mysterious. He could be charming and manipulate anyone, and often did, but something about her made him anxious.

He’d even go as far as to find out from mutual friends where she worked and where she’d be so he could “run into her” and she’d acknowledge him, but barely. She’d smile or walk with him, or maybe grab him a napkin or straw, but she did all this for all their friends. There weren’t any obvious clues, and he wasn’t going to put himself out there to look like a fool. He had an image and street cred, and she was not helping it.

He’d catch himself staring at her, and sometimes he’d find himself so caught up in her that he’d get overwhelmed and have to leave. It was beyond frustrating, but no matter what (or who) he did, Jules never left his mind.

Jules POV

She'd noticed the longing glances he would give her, the ones he thought he hid so well. The jealous flash in his eyes, which he covered up with sneers, were just as obvious whenever she was in male company. He would be amazed, she knew, that he could so easily be read by her. He prided himself in controlling his emotions, in his stoic demeaner that so easily intimidated others.

In his eyes, she saw the truth. He was hurt and hopeful. He had fears and love that had just been buried deep and frozen under thick ice most likely from a shit childhood, or running with the wrong crowd. It was almost like her hobby to study him, whenever she got the chance. Every twitch, every glance, every move, was carefully catalogued in her mind. A lift of an eyebrow often indicated frustration or more often than not, used to show displeasure. A tap on his fingers against his thigh was a sure sign of impatience. A thinning of his lips was often queue to run as fast as possible, for his anger was fast approaching. A twitch in his lips, he only displayed when mildly amused. A smirk often meant danger for whoever was receiving it. What she cherished the most though, was the softening in his ice-cold eyes when he thought she wasn’t paying attention and their eyes met. The emotion blazed then, raw and pure, so clear that in made her heart ache. It was what kept her interest in the seemingly unimpressed jaded man. She knew he was trouble and participated in less than wholesome, downright criminal activity, but for whatever reason, she felt he wasn’t dangerous. He was a mystery that she wanted to unravel but wasn’t the type to be forward or throw herself at a guy, so she had to just make do with admiring him and try to not obsess over his full pouty lips, gorgeous green expressive eyes or cutest fucking button nose she’d ever seen. The attraction though, had a mind of its own, and although she tried to deny it, it grew every time she looked at his expressionless face, with the most heart wrenching emotions in his eyes. She knew he was good looking, But the more she came to know of him, the more she realized that the act he put up was nothing more than that… a simple act. His eyes told everything, green eyes that Jules could always read.

Those eyes had been sending her clear messages for while, messages that she had responded to she thought. A smile, a polite head nod, waiting for him to keep up with the group, getting him napkins or inviting him to come to events with their friends as well. The poor boy, though, seemed to be either oblivious or not interested and she was starting to doubt her assessment of what he had hidden inside his eyes.

Coming out of the bathroom and taking a seat with her friends, She sighed, and took a look around for the object of her affections. Spotting him by the door, she was taken aback when he sent her the same yearning glance, shrugged his shoulders and left the overcrowded bar.

Well dammit that just wouldn’t do.

Jules, having just done a few lines in the bathroom, felt very sure of herself, rose and went after him, curious if she was imagining it all. It had been too long; she needed an answer. She heard her friends calling her, but she paid no heed, too intent upon her mission: Make Mickey Melt or Make an Ass of herself. She laughed half being genuine joy and the other half nervousness.

“Mickey!” She yelled after him just before he turned a corner.

He turned around slowly, his face expressionless. "Yes?" He raised that eyebrow, but she swore his eyes shone with expectation.

She confidently skipped up to him, smiling like a fool, until she looked up at him again and his face hadn’t changed he was looking more bored and imposing as he stared down at her. Panicking and not knowing any other way to display her feelings, Jules grabbed him by the shirt, and pulled him down to meet his lips with hers.

He responded instantly, bringing his arms around her waist, holding her tightly against him as the kiss deepened. He gave one final delicious nibble on her lower lip before they parted. The street they were currently standing on had gone eerily silent after the crowd outside the bar had seen the twos’ public display of affection and she could feel her face heating up. Hoping he wasn’t mad, she forced herself to look up, and gauge his reaction. she was startled to see him shooting a death glare at some people behind her, and didn’t want him to get in a fight. She tugged at the lapels of his coat once more, seemingly annoying him, but as soon as their eyes met, all malice melted away and he smiled.

That was all it took. She was his and he was hers. Partners in everything life threw at them, willing to do anything for the other. She was his ride or die and he was her everything.