#julia thread; 001

[dulceortega]

“I know one thing is for certain, I wouldn’t want to do life with anyone else.” Dulce stated, and while she couldn’t even imagine doing life with anyone else at this point, it was the truth. Just like every true couple, they’d had their issues, but just like every true couple they’d fought through to the end; through sickness and health just like in the traditional vows that they hadn’t used. There had been no need; they knew that to them, it really was through sickness and in health on their own, they didn’t need some vows to tell them that. And while Dulce knew that if Julia had her way she’d have been more present, more there for everything before but just like any good couple with great teamwork. It was something to truly brag about; her family was perfect.

Truthfully, Dulce could say this was blissful. She’d forgotten how beautiful her wife’s touch was, how soft her kisses against her lips were, and even though at one point this had been the prime activity for their passtime, two and a half kids later and they’d not had the chance to be like this in quite some time, and now that hey were here, Julia wasn’t sure that she wanted to part. Of course, the crash in the kitchen distracted her, followed by the announcement from Dani, their oldest. As she sighed, she nodded, letting her attention focus on her wife once more. “Yeah, I’m not looking forward to cleaning that up.” she whispered, her lips now back on Julia’s a moment later. As she mentioned that her mother had offered to keep the girls so they could go to the Hampton house, Dulce nodded. “I think that’s a great idea. EVen if it’s just for a night.” she admitted. “I’d love that; we should consider it and worst case scenario we could always come home after breakfast.” she added. She knew that Julia didn’t like leaving the girls, but she knew that some time away would be great for them. “A few more kisses and then we need to go help Dani before she pulls all her hair out.” she laughed.

Julia couldn't imagine her life without her family. Without her wife, their girls. Their lives were perfect because they had always had each other and would always have one another. Sure, it hadn't been idle over the last few months, but they made it work even on the toughest days. Those girls really were the reflection of how they were raised and Julia had to say around others she was proud of them and how they presented themselves. Usually, they sheltered the girls when they could from the public eye. It was how Julia had grown up, and in the end, the decision her parents had made benefited her as she grew older and into a teen. She wanted that for both of their girls with the spike in social media. Her wife's words about their girls, and their family made her heart flutter. They worked so hard for their family. To make sure their girls had the world and were happy. " We really do don't we. " She responded to them being one hell of a team, even if it hadn't been true over the last couple of months. " They really are amazing kids, we couldn't have been more blessed. " Julia said as her attention went back to her wife and the little time alone they got.

This moment was something Julia had missed so much. She missed Dulce's touch, the softness of the kisses on her skin. Their bodies pressed so tightly against one another. Everything had been hectic, chaotic, and a whirlwind over the last couple of months. Their time together as a married couple was something they had put on the back burner. Dulce's touch was intoxicating, pulling her mind away from the girls in the other room. Julia's hand was placed over her wife that sat now between her thighs eager to explore her more. They were lost in the moment like many times they had before they Had two kids and had a little more time for one another. Not that Julia ever regretted their younger daughter. Having Melody was something that Julia felt most accomplished for. That little girl she made with her body, she birthed that little girl on her own with no medication, and they were doing one hell of a job raising two strong-willed young ladies.

CRASH. The sound of it seemed to echo down the hall to the small half bath where they were currently hiding away exploring each other's wants and desires. Followed by the small cry of their younger daughter. ' Mom Melody spilled the whole container of flour. ' Their older daughter shouted tattling on the younger girl. Julia was Sure Melody was just trying to get everything ready for her mom and didn't do it on purpose. It was very unlike Melody to do anything straight out of defiance. " Probably a couple more minutes, yeah?. " Julia sighed out of annoyance wanting nothing more than to stay in this moment with Dulce. " My mom offered to watch the girls next weekend so we can go to the Hampton's house. " It was a place they always spent summers at or if they just wanted to get away. It was one of Julia's favorite places to go because like the home they loved now, was somewhere she spent summer at their girl's current age. " Just you and me alone for the whole weekend. No schedules, no distractions no kids. " Julia said in a softened voice as she leaned forward placing a soft kiss and biting Dulce's lip softly as she pulled away. Julia hated leaving the girls, it scared her being even a couple hours away. After everything she had gone through, you never knew what could happen in a matter of seconds. She also knew how attached Melody was to them as of late. They needed this though, as a couple as partners. They needed to be able to focus on each other.

[delilahcarreno]

for: @drjuliasato

where: aurora bay hospital

"Two days. The kid had two days left of school."

With fingers she'd been combing soothingly through his hair, Delilah gently gives Theo's head a shake, equal parts utter disbelief and relief on her face.

She'd thought almost nothing of seeing the caller ID for the school flash across her screen earlier that afternoon. Knowing her son, it could've been for a variety of reasons; her bet for today had been a forgotten lunch he wanted her to come drop back off for him, but to be met with the school nurse's voice telling her there'd been an accident on the playground and they were thinking Theo needed to go to the hospital? Delilah's stomach had plummeted.

The waiting once they were at the hospital hadn't helped (nor had remembering that this was her first time back at the hospital since her father's passing), but they were finally, finally being seen, and Theo seemed more concerned about if he was getting a cast and if so, when people would get to sign it, than about anything else.

"Nice to know that the money I spent on a yearbook was for nothing." Delilah sighed, though her face was soft as she ruffled his hair one last time and dropped a kiss atop his head. The kid drove her absolutely crazy, but her heart was only just now beginning to beat regularly again. He's okay, he's okay, he's okay...

Looking up at the doctor, she asked, "If it is broken, how long exactly do you expect he'll have to wear the cast for?"

[bypeau]

ian and oliver, thread #001. continued from discord !

for as long as ian could remember, he'd gotten more attention for his charmingly good looks than he knew what to do with. girls, boys, and everything in between had made a pass at him, and it'd gotten him into plenty of trouble with his girlfriends. julia, on the other hand, had never seemed bothered by it; she was secure, and that was one of the attributes ian loved most about her — so why did he have to go and ruin it? ian had violated her trust, and he would likely never get it back in full, but he was willing to do whatever it took to get their relationship back on track. however. . . he never, not even in his wildest dreams nightmares, thought that she would actually send oliver to facilitate her revenge! "i'm trying, dude. . . 's my first time! it's not easy," ian sighed. he jumped as the boy's lips pressed to his luscious cheek, though he couldn't help but notice how soft those lips were. ian was still mortified by his predicament, but he could at least find relief in that his first time would be with a guy who seemed to genuinely care about him. "n-no, i've never. . . that's never happened with a girl," he blubbered out, skin tingling as the boy's gentle fingers caressed his sweaty rim. "you've seriously gotten guys addicted to your cock? is that. . . is that what you're hoping to do t'me?" ian asked breathlessly. he'd entered the bedroom terrified and skeptical, but ian was beginning to wonder if he had fallen victim to the wrong concerns. ian hadn't even briefly considered the possibility that he would like it, that oliver chambers would make his past lovers pale in comparison — but, if the way his body responded to each and every touch was any indication, that was the direction they were headed in. "do you really like them?" he asked, glancing down at his chest. his tits, as oliver had so cleverly nicknamed them, protruded from his t-shirt; using one hand to give them a squeeze, ian could certainly understand the fascination. by the time he glanced over his shoulder, ian looked like a brand new person. his lips were puffy and glossy, brown eyes glazed over, and his cheeks flushed pink. he clung to oliver's every word, cock twitching as it hung heavy and untouched between his thighs. "he pissed himself? he just. . . couldn't control it? you fucked him up that much?" ian gulped, blinking too fast to go unnoticed. he snuck a hand between his thick, spread thighs, wrapping a fist around his achingly hard cock. "n-no way, oliver. you're not gonna do that to me. . . i don't even know what makes you think you can!"

while oliver hungrily ate his ass, ian was busy eating his words. that sinful tongue working over his taut rim was sending the straight boy into a total frenzy, feminine moans echoing off the walls around them. ian's cock twitched with every expert stroke of his tongue, and the saliva starting to drip down his thighs had a chill traveling down the length of his spine. he felt pliant and docile, like a toy for oliver to use however he pleased. . . it was a brand new, albeit addictive, sensation. "i highly doubt that, oliver. . . i still don't even understand what's so appealing about a guy's asshole, much less his feet!" ian chuckled softly. even if his nerves were tingling from oliver's tongue lathering his sweaty soles, ian would never admit it. . . not until he absolutely had to, at least. he could hardly believe how lost in his feet oliver had become, mouthing sloppily at his sweaty soles with unprecedented fervor. ian's toes wiggled against oliver's handsome face, back arching into the sinful stretch of his digits pumping into his virgin hole. "well, that's n-never going to happen. . . is it?" he asked breathily, a trickle of laughter falling from his lips. ian would deny it until he was blue in the face, but his interest was already piqued. he thought back to every time he kicked his shoes off after the gym, and the way he'd instinctively sniff the air — it wasn't until then he realized that was what oliver was basking in, what he was tasting. it was only natural that ian desire a little taste of his own, right? "oliver, i. . . you can't expect me to. . ." ian replied, voice soft and uncertain. but one look at oliver's face told him that he was very serious; so ian did what had to be done and swallowed his pride. "i'm your bitch, daddy. i'm nothing but— oh, f-fuck, your fingers— i'm nothing but daddy's bitch," he whined out, legs shaking with pleasure. ian's body seemed to be working on a totally different wavelength than his mind. it betrayed him, cheeks jiggling obscenely has he fucked himself on oliver's slender digits. "yeah, wreck it. . . wreck my pussy like that guy that pissed all over himself, d-daddy," ian plead, looking over his shoulder with lust consuming his gaze. his cock jumped, releasing creamy spurts all over oliver's knuckles and the mattress beneath them — he didn't even have to try.

as soon as he was given permission, he was unravelling for oliver's pleasure. "oh fuck— how many times, oliver? how long have you been t-thinking about my fat, sweaty pussy?" ian managed through staccato moans. as oliver's pace became more erratic, so did the noises slipping past ian's lips; he didn't care that he was giving himself away, or that he sounded like a girl blubbering for her boyfriend's cock. "eleven inches? s-seriously? i'm only packing about. . . seven," he gasped out. ian kept stroking the boy's cock with his soft, sweaty feet; his toes traced the fat tip, while his other foot worked along the unfathomably lengthy shaft. "oh, god. . . julia. she can't see me like this, bro— you can't show this to her!" ian cried. he'd forgotten about the camera entirely, though it'd been there the entire time. there was documented proof of ian begging for oliver's fingers, of his sloppy cunt squelching obscenely as the boy pounded into him. ian could hardly believe how stupid he'd been — or, perhaps more importantly, how desperately he wanted oliver to destroy his tight, virgin pussy. "your lips are. . . really soft," ian said softly, licking over his cherry-red lips. he swallowed around the lump in his throat, grappling with both the newfound desire to feel oliver's lips pressed to his own and the absurd request that fell from them. the thought of making out with his own feet should have disgusted him, but — strangely enough — he found that he wanted it, and not just because it was the only way to feel more of that delicious stretch. his arm, already hooked around his ankle, slowly brought his foot to his face; he took a moment to stare at it, glistening with sweat and oliver's saliva, before he leaned in to press a tentative kiss to the sole. he hummed softly, holding oliver's gaze as he dragged his tongue from heel to toe. his cock lurched against his abdomen, and his lips sealed around his sweaty toes with too much urgency to ever deny that he liked it. "like this, daddy? is this how you'd want me to make out with your sweaty feet?" ian asked softly, a feminine-like quality to his voice. his free hand dropped to his hole, sopping wet and gently stretched; he rubbed at the slightly swollen rim, sloppily making out with his foot. "give me a fourth finger, daddy. . . please," ian plead, tongue slipping between each and every toe. "i n-need more, need to be loose and sloppy if i'm ever going to take that fat fucking cock. can't you see that i'm fucking desperate, daddy? can't you see that you're turning my hole into a pocket pussy? give me more, daddy— i said don't take it easy on me, 'member?"

[kateshcrma]

Independent, mutuals only & selective Kate Sharma roleplay blog, from the Netflix show Bridgerton and the books written by Julia Quinn. Written by Kellie, 21, England, She/her.

Rules under read more.

001; this is an independent kate sharma blog from the bridgerton seies. no godmodding; no out of character drama and no force shipping please. i'm open to shipping with chemistry and happy to explore canon characters relationships too, but forcing ships is a huge no. regarding ooc messages, i take ages to reply to them but i'm not ignoring anyone, i promise. also any kind of hate will not be tolerated on this blog.

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[astridlius]

"I feel like you need to fix that," Astrid said decisively. "You should get a cat or, like, a little starter dog. They'll change your life, honestly. Like, I love my parents, but 75% of the reason I still go home pretty often is to see my dog. Well, my cat too, but she's kind of an asshole." Good old Farrah Pawcett. She was still dear to Astrid, even if she was an asshole. "So did you actually wanna be a doctor, or...? I was kinda lucky, I guess. I think my parents just wanted me to do something as long as it would get me out of the house. They couldn't have cared less what it actually ended up being."

@drjuliasato

Julia certainly wasn’t expecting that level of surprise from the other, was it really that strange to not have ever owned a pet before? Surely that was a pretty common thing...right? Glancing around them thanks to the volume of the question although it seemed like everyone else int here was in some kind of waiting daze, she shrugged her shoulders. “No…never….” An incentive to finish her homework? That sounded like a nicer way of doing it than just cutting their child off from anything that might distract them from studying but not every parents did it the same obviously. “Oh yeah, they were…schoolwork came first always. Both of them are doctors so that was kind of always a forgone conclusion as a career path for me also.”  @astridlius

[luciasocarras]

─── starter for @julia-simon​

GHOUL’S NIGHT, THE PUMPKIN PATCH — Catwoman. Given that Lucia had never been much of a comic book fan, other than supporting the villains and the femme fatale type of females, she wasn’t sure if Catwoman was friend or foe or something else altogether to Poison Ivy. If she remembered correctly, there were some editions with the two deadly females paired up. Then again, that could’ve just been fan wishes. Lucia made her way over to Julia, downing the remainder of her spiked cider and holding one out to offer the woman in the tight leather getup. “Drink?” She offered. “You probably don’t have much room for anything else in that,” Lucia teased with a smirk. “All we need is Batman to come rushing over here now, don’t we?” Though, she was more inclined to be without the company of another male right now. Jackson was strutting around somewhere in his overalls and well, there was plenty of eye candy on display.

[adastramumu]

[ julia & imogen ] for @immortalpain​

Not long after her encounter with Wes, Julia had hightailed it to the bathroom, too embarrassed to face her date just yet and far too nervous to run into Cam if she left the safety of the bathroom stall. She’d listened to people come and go, patiently awaiting a completely empty room so she could sneak out, fix her mascara, find Wes, and make her goodbyes. Counting the times the door swung shut, she had been pretty certain that everyone she’d counted in had left. She must have miscounted, or the flush of the toilet must have masked the sound of the door, because when she stepped out, she was immediately greeted with the sight of another blonde at the mirror. Eyes down, she moved to the sink, silently washed her hands. It wasn’t until she looked up at the mirror to wipe her eyes that she recognized the other girl. “Imogen?”

[magicaepoena]

      ❛    julia can we just    –    talk ?    you’ve been acting so weird & i’m just    –    i’m starting to feel like the asshole here.    ❜

      starter call. // voluntadfuerte

[maura-cortes]

After a particularly grim shift at the arcade — nothing had happened, Maura just hated her job — she'd decided on passing making dinner, all she wanted was the cheap wine that she'd already picked up, and some fries.

( if only someone would come and serve her. )

A waiter finally arrives to take her order and as her finger lingers on the page of the menu, she's about to speak when someone shoves in, her head turning so fast it'd probably snap off of her neck if that was possible.

"Right." She remarks, head turning to look at the menu again, her gaze lingering back on the milkshake she'd been debating ordering. "Aren't you lot taught to read a scene or whatever—." She'd watched enough Greys Anatomy to think she knew how hospitals ran in the real world, that and her thinking she could probably pull off an appendectomy.

Where: The diner Who: open to anyone!

Still dressed in her scrubs because the idea of changing into the more restrictive jeans just to pick up food and go home was not a particularly attractive one. Why shower in the hospital showers when she could do it at home in her own environment with french fries nearby? It was a no brainer.

"Uh...french fries, chicken tenders, and a root beer to go please." She blurted out as soon as she got to the counter before realising there was someone else next to her, eyes widening. "Ahh shit, sorry were you waiting? I didn't mean to just jump the line." @aurorabaystarter

[archivedmattsullivan]

─── starter for @julia-simon​

SOMEWHERE IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD, SUFFIX MILLS — Wherever Matt went his dogs went as well. They usually just stayed close and were never in need of a leash, even the husky. This evening they were walking the neighborhood so that Rian and Fiadh could stretch their legs a bit. With Sully’s being busy and him spending his free time with Selvi, he hadn’t gotten to the lake in a while where he usually let the dogs run their hearts out and expel all that energy they possessed.  When he saw Julia approaching, Matt turned his head and gave her a smile. “They’re friendly, don’t worry.” Currently, the dogs had stopped to check out a flower bush. Rian especially loved to stop and smell flowers, it was the funniest thing to Matt but all animals had their quirks too. “How’ve you been? Getting excited for the holiday break coming up?”

[siqophant]

CHARACTER ARC 001 : WELCOME TO SIN CITY * ! 

Adrian has just relocated to LAS VEGAS ( though city can be verse dependent / not a stagnant location to be flexible for any & all muses ). He has found an apartment with low rent in a not so nice part of the city. With no job & no stable income , Adrian resorts to small pick-pocketing & thievery to make ends meet on the down low. On the front , he goes to the park once a day for three hours performing acrobatic tricks for tips. 

CURRENTLY , he has no ties in the city. No linear goal or idea in mind. All he believes he needs to do is survive. This is his prologue. His opening scene. In this moment , his act is always fluctuating : the Adrian you see today might not be the same tomorrow. He reads people & acts accordingly to their likes & dislikes. He parties more , drinks more , smokes more. 

He’s a floater , a wanderer , not really seeking for a purpose but hoping one is seeking him. 

so this is like , basic bare bone info of adrian’s back story after he relocates from the circus. this will go over his adjustment period , before he finds julia , & before he starts working in the casino. this is ALSO before he reunites with his mother laurel. 

so if you would like a thread from this arc , or would like to plot something for this arc for our characters , give this a like ! 

[leviblum]

LOCATION — Deja Brew.  TIME — Late afternoon.  CHARACTERS — Levi Blum & Julia Carlyle ( @juliaxcarlyle )

Caffeine as late in the day as he was looking for it wasn’t the best idea Levi had ever had but he’d kept a strange schedule since he started surfing professionally and his sleep schedule hadn’t done all that much to mellow out since he’d arrived in Providence Peak. He’d managed to get out and take endless photos to work on for the project he had in mind and a little caffeine was the last hurdle he had to leap over before he could sit down and focus on what was probably going to be hours of editing. He raised his hand to cover his mouth as he yawned in the same moment he found himself reaching for the door-- jerking to a stop and narrowly avoiding bumping into someone who seemed to be trying to go inside at the same time. “Shit-- I’m so sorry. Are you good? I don’t think I actually managed to go full klutz and ram into you but if I startled you or whatever that’s totally my bad. I’m clearly in need of coffee.”

[dulceortega]

Emotions were heightened and Dulce wanted more than anything to give into her desires, to just be with her wife. It was something she'd craved for so long when things had been rough, but Dulce had never pushed it. She'd never once forced herself onto Julia - even when trying to get her to date her, sure, she'd been flirtatious, but never pushy - and while Dulce was happiest in the arms of her wife, her daughter's safely inside the walls of their home, being around Julia had been just enough for her in their darkest months. However, that wasn't to say that she hadn't done everything she could to make up for it now.

Listening as the voices in the kitchen brough them to reality a second, Dulce let herself chuckle. "You'd think those two hated each other sometimes with they way they are." she laughed, remembering distinctively just how excited Daniella had been when Melody had been born; Daniella was exactly the same age that Melody was now, and all the excitement had quickly warn off the older the child got. Now the two truly fought like siblings, but in the same breath would go to bat for each other if there was ever a need, and Dulce loved every minute of it. "I'm just - they're great you know? Both of them. We did a hell of a job and we make a hell of a team." Even though Julia didn't come into Dani's life until later when the child was two, she'd been there every step of the way, and there weren't enough words in the world to express how much Dulce truly appreciated it.

Dulce took Julia's words and truly ran with it, letting her hands explore her wive's body, her lips pressed against her in any way possible. She'd been waiting for this moment for what felt like so long, and she wanted to get as much as she could while the girls were distracted. Though nearly as quickly as she began exploring her wive's body there was a small crash, followed by a frustrated statement from Daniella and a cry from Melody, causing Julia to listen more closely. "When do you think we should intervene?" she questioned.

Their lives the last eight months had been a roller coaster. It was as if they couldn't catch their breath between her pregnancy, the miscarriage, and then Lainey coming into their lives. Her pregnancy, it was so different than her first with Melody. With Melody, it had been so easy. She continued to work, she felt good rarely feeling sick. Even the day she went into labor, she was close to giving birth Julia was up cleaning, cooking, and taking care of Dani, despite Dulce's urge to relax because she was going to put herself into labor. The second time was like a roller coaster she could not get off of, she felt useless and like a bad mother because she could barely do things like cook dinner for her kids, and her wife. The people who meant the world to her. They always came first now more than ever.

Julia went quiet for a couple minutes listening for the girls. Her eyes and ears were always on both of them, even though Daniella was at a better age to do most things on her own. Julia was able to hear their faint voices in the kitchen, along with the clanking of the metal bowls being stirred. ' I wanna help, let me help. ' Melody demanded impatiently waiting for either of them to return to the kitchen to begin on the brownies. ' Let me help or I'M telling mommy. ' Melody threatened Daniella which worked this time on their preteen daughter. Julia couldn't help but laugh before turning her attention back to Dulce who yearned to be closer to her. Clamoring in any way to touch her as did Julia. " She's my baby. " Julia said softly knowing she was joking but still it was a sensitive subject to her. Her words stung on the repercussions of her speaking them out loud. Through all the heartbreak, Melody had just been there as had Dulce. Julia also knew that the moment Melody was in her arms she calmed down, even in the deepest of fits. Melody took comfort in Julia, Melody felt secure and safe. She craved affection, kisses, hugs, and cuddles, the same way Julia did. She truly was a petite version of her mother in every way. Julia had been this way with Daniella when she was Melody's age, it was just how she parented. She just wanted to cherish every hug, every kiss, every 'I love you.' Knowing that if she blinked too fast she would be already grown.

Julia shook her thought to be in the moment, to be present for Dulce. She deserved it. She deserved the world because even on the days she wanted to be alone, she hadn't left her side. Their marriage had withstood a hurricane and nothing was able to come between the pair. " You're right. " Julia said as she pulled her wife's wandering hand from up her dress. " If we leave them too long, they're going to burn down the house. " Julia smirked knowing how much her wife loved a good tease. Her free hand went from playing softly with her hair, to behind her head to bring her in for a deep long kiss. She put her other hand back where it had been wandering but closer to inside the warmth of her legs. " I do, I really do. " Julia whispered breaking the heat of the kiss between them to whisper in her wife's ear. Knowing that any second they could be interrupted she took what she could get. " Please. " She begged in a low soft voice wanting every second they could take while they were alone.

[dulceortega]

where: Kingston-Ortega residence with: Julia Kingston-Ortega @julesortcga based off of the 🍹 emoji

Never in a thousand years did Dulce Ortega imagine her life would be where it was now. She'd always been a dreamer; someone who's imagine would run wild imagining the perfect life. Some days the vision was her sipping cocktails on the beach, the sand in her toes while she read a good book, no responsibilities outside of work. And other times the vision was more distorted; a house on a hill, white picket fence, cup of coffee drinking on the front porch swing. Nothing had ever been clean cut or planned like most of the people surrounding Dulce had spent hours doing; she had never been that way. Because to Dulce, none of the fine details mattered; all she really wanted out of life was happiness, which was the only real goal she'd ever set for herself. And at one point Tonopah Valley had been that for her; it was her home, and the place that brought her the most joy regardless of where she was, or how crummy her day had been. So to say that she'd been absolutely devastated when her world turned upside down and she no longer found happiness in the life she had here. So she packed up - her stuff and all of her daughter's and moved to New York - where she met Julia Kingston, and man, did that woman captivate her from the moment she lay eyes on her. It felt like the true definition of 'love at first sight' and even though it took Dulce longer than she'd ever admit now to say that, she knew that this was what made her truly the happiest she'd ever been.

Now that the couple was settled back in Tonopah Valley - which had been a huge shock in itself - Dulce was taking it all in. With a new branch of her business in Las Vegas that was doing rather well for itself, Dulce was able to spend some much needed time at home with their children. Julia had been traveling back and forth from New York and home for a bit as she was still performing on Broadway, which left Dulce living the 'single parent' lifestyle for awhile. Thankfully, though, Julia had found a calling and had opened up her own music studio here in town, and had been spending a lot of time there. They all had; there wasn't a day that passed that one of them wasn't there. Over all though, the Ortega family was living their best lives in Tonopah Valley. Dulce herself had been sitting on the couch of their living room of their new house, reading a book to their children. They'd recently been into the Harry Potter series, and as a teenager who had loved the series herself, she was overjoyed to be sharing this memory with her daughters. Though, as the front door of their shared home, squeals were met by the trampling of feet running to greet their mother who had just come in from work. Though as the girls greeted their mother, Dulce had moved to the kitchen to retrieve the glass of red wine she'd poured for her, a habit she'd formed since they'd settled here to greet her wife with wine and a kiss. "Hello, my love." Dulce replied as she was able to break through the barrier of their children's arms to plant a soft kiss on her wife's lips, the glass of wine hanging over their heads in an attempt to keep it from being spilled. "This is for you." she offered, reaching to hand her wife the glass of wine just as their kids began swarming with all the questions as well. "Why don't we move and let her in the door and then we can ask her all the questions, alright?" she coaxed, smiling as she watched their children skip across the floor.

[astridlius]

Astrid leaned forward a bit, rubbing her hands together in anticipation as she waited for the tidbit that was going to save her from boredom. The other woman could've said anything, and Astrid would've found a way to latch onto it and create a conversation out of it. "What?" she asked incredulously, probably a little too loudly for the otherwise silent waiting room. "Never? Okay, there's a lot to unpack here." She and Mav owned a myriad of pets throughout their childhoods together, including a squirrel who came to their lawn and that they could never catch (oh, did they try). "First, though, a distraction? My parents used to use pet time as, like, an incentive for me to finish my homework. Were your parents super strict or something?"

@drjuliasato

Julia had ended up just zoning out as she sat on the uncomfortable chair in city hall, waiting for her name to be called, and wishing she’d made an appointment online ahead of time to save this hell. It seemed like the world and his wife had decided now was the moment to come do whatever errand they needed in this particular place, that was Murphy’s law. Plus she was coming off a hospital night shift so really all she wanted was to go home, have something to eat, and crawl into a pair of sweatpants, but instead here she was. Turning to look at the woman next to her she raised her eyebrows, surprised by the sudden random question but not having an issue with it. “I have to be honest, I never had any pets as a child, my parents thought they would be a distraction. Can that be my fun fact? That I’ve never owned a pet?” @astridlius

[dulceortega]

This was the thing that Dulce lived for. Okay, maybe it wasn’t this exact moment in whole, but she couldn’t complain about her current position. Being a woman that was absolutely infatuated with her family; there was nothing she could say she truly loved more. There was nothing she wanted to love more; her family meant so much to her, and while it was hard for some people to see that looking in - Dulce was ‘a business woman first’ in most people’s eyes - but she would always always put her family first. “Mm, no.” Dulce shook her head, letting her lips press against her wife’s as she allowed herself to lean into her, taking whatever touch she could get. It had seemed like so long since the two had been like this. Between the girls’ schedules, the miscarriage, the distance, and now Lainey, it all took priority over their relationship - intimately and emotionally - and while Dulce understood, she didn’t realize how much she’d missed this. “I didn’t think you did.” she spoke, kissing her again. “But I also know which one of us is the first one out the door the second Mellie cries.” she playfully teased, even if it was the truth. “You and me both, baby.” Dulce spoke, her voice soft as she felt her wife move her hand, clearly eager for Dulce’s touch. “But for now, we’ll have to settle with what we can get, yeah?” she whispered again, letting her hands move so they were pressed against Julia, moving against her body in anyway that they could. She was lost in the moment, unable to let herself really slow down until she heard her wife mutter ‘prove it’ and Dulce shook her head. “You sure you want me to do that now?” she asked, raising an eyebrow before she kissed her again.

Julia let out a soft exhale in pure bliss as her wife kissed up and down her neck. It felt like it had been so long since they got to have a quiet moment just the two of them. The last six to seven months had been a whirlwind of emotions, loss, and depression for both her and Dulce. Her whole pregnancy had been almost torturous, painful, and emotional the second time around. It had been the total opposite of what she had with Melody. With Melody she felt great, she was glowing. She could still do what she loved until the end of the show she had been in. She wouldn't have wished to lose their child, it was the last thing she ever wanted. The pain and guilt of it being her fault ate away at her slowly. Yet in a way, she was so glad she didn't have to be pregnant anymore, that she was alive and healthy. She was able to be present not only with their kids but her wife.

" Was I complaining? " Julia said acting as if she was annoyed, though it was really the opposite. She yearned for her wife's touch, her affection. Their time was split between the girls, their lives, jobs. They hadn't had proper time alone to be intimate. Their grief had consumed them both for so long, and Julia wanted so much more to focus on Dulce. Especially in the rare time they had alone. Julia's body melted into Dulce's as she pulled her close, Close wasn't close enough and there were too many pieces of clothing than she liked. " You act like I want to be interrupted when you know that is never the case. " Julia said as jumped onto the back of the sink in an attempt to be able to have her wife closer. She let out a soft moan at her wife's touch, needing this after the emotional roller coaster they had been on for too long.

" If we could sneak upstairs without being caught right now, you don't even want to know what I would do to you. " Julia teased as she pulled away to look her wife in the eyes before she leaned in to place a passionate kiss on her wife's mouth. Her teeth went to her wife's lips softly before grabbing Dulce's hand. Slowly sliding it up the side of her thigh and under her dress. Pulling her own hand away while leaving Dulces under the thin fabric, she pulled away from the harder more passionate kisses to whisper. "Prove it. " With a sensual smirk coming across her lips.