Julia

Marvel Based Indie OC, Follows from bloodymushrooms. 25+, READ THE RULES

[doctorjulie]

Nope, couldn’t do it. “No, you’re being a jerk.”

No getting through to him like this and her own temper was already flared, and about to back away from this whole thing she’s reeled right back in.

“Bullshit you support me. bullshit, Josh!” She whirled back on him. “I told you nothing was set in stone.

All I said was that I’d gotten the acceptance letter. That’s it. Forgive me for getting- excited about it.

If you don’t want me to go, you should just say so.

Instead of accuse me of sleeping with my boss.”

[fuascailt]

"—Oh come on, so that I can be the bad guy?? I tell you not to go and you'll listen?" yeah right.

"I'm not going to do that. If you leave that is your choice. Don't put that on me."

Andrew was going to get murdered. Why did he let them get into his head..

"Me cheering you on, being happy that you got that letter- That was sincere. But you'll be two thousand miles away. For a year."

How was that fun?

"I'm sorry I asked you about Andrew. I guess I just... Wouldn't have blamed you if you had."

[doctorjulie]

The bad guy??

“Grow up, Josh!”

Holy hell. She paced away from him, scrubbing her hands down her face she turned back to him in her frustration.

Shaking her head in bewilderment, she didn’t even know what to say to him. Or his apology.

“Or we- work something out, to minimize the time I’m far away. It’s not like we don’t have the money that I can’t fly back and be with you.

Or you tell me how you feel about it and help me make a decision. Instead of whatever this is.” She splayed her hands out in front of her.

Wouldn’t have blamed her if she had.

“Well thanks for putting that on me. Really. This is so much better than you being the bad guy.”

[doctorjulie]

Not going to feel bad about it. “Because it was part of your job.” Right? Even with what he’d told her.

But now he’s making this about leaving Bernadette and she has to put that aside for a moment along with nothing being set in stone- because excuse her, if that felt wildly unfair.

“You understand how huge this opportunity is?” For her, for anyone.

“This has been my dream.

My work, not yours. It doesn’t involve fucking other people.”

As for leaving Bernie behind?

“Who says I can’t bring her?”

[fuascailt]

Her dreams. Yeah she'd had plenty of those. And she had pulled him along to make them come true for her.

' it doesnt involve fucking other people '

A heavy sigh left him, dragging a hand down his face. But he couldn't help scoff at the idea of her taking Bernie with her.

"Your dream? Fantastic. But maybe you should've thought about that before you decided to bring a kid into your world.

So, sure. Go ahead. Take her with you. You have experience being a single mother, shouldn't be too hard this time around.

Just don't hide behind your sister to talk to me about visiting rights again."

[doctorjulie]

Where in the hell was all of this coming from? It was very quickly spinning out of hand, and the words from both of them were becoming ones they couldn’t take back—

Single mother?? Until minutes ago she’d thought he was being supportive of this idea.

You know what?

“I can’t talk to you when you’re like this.”

Nowhere good, this was going nowhere good.

[fuascailt]

"Wh— You can't talk?

What is that supposed to mean? Like what, like I'm frustrated that you made another decision for the both of us and that I have no control or say in what happens??

Listen, go ahead, follow your dreams. I support you."

[doctorjulie]

Nope, couldn’t do it. “No, you’re being a jerk.”

No getting through to him like this and her own temper was already flared, and about to back away from this whole thing she’s reeled right back in.

“Bullshit you support me. bullshit, Josh!” She whirled back on him. “I told you nothing was set in stone.

All I said was that I’d gotten the acceptance letter. That’s it. Forgive me for getting- excited about it.

If you don’t want me to go, you should just say so.

Instead of accuse me of sleeping with my boss.”

[doctorjulie]

Not going to feel bad about it. “Because it was part of your job.” Right? Even with what he’d told her.

But now he’s making this about leaving Bernadette and she has to put that aside for a moment along with nothing being set in stone- because excuse her, if that felt wildly unfair.

“You understand how huge this opportunity is?” For her, for anyone.

“This has been my dream.

My work, not yours. It doesn’t involve fucking other people.”

As for leaving Bernie behind?

“Who says I can’t bring her?”

[fuascailt]

Her dreams. Yeah she'd had plenty of those. And she had pulled him along to make them come true for her.

' it doesnt involve fucking other people '

A heavy sigh left him, dragging a hand down his face. But he couldn't help scoff at the idea of her taking Bernie with her.

"Your dream? Fantastic. But maybe you should've thought about that before you decided to bring a kid into your world.

So, sure. Go ahead. Take her with you. You have experience being a single mother, shouldn't be too hard this time around.

Just don't hide behind your sister to talk to me about visiting rights again."

[doctorjulie]

Where in the hell was all of this coming from? It was very quickly spinning out of hand, and the words from both of them were becoming ones they couldn’t take back—

Single mother?? Until minutes ago she’d thought he was being supportive of this idea.

You know what?

“I can’t talk to you when you’re like this.”

Nowhere good, this was going nowhere good.

[doctorjulie]

Elena.

See, she had a feeling this was where it was coming from. “—I am upset, that you’re even asking me.

No, Miles. I did not sleep with him.

Would it make you feel better about Elena if I did?”

[fuascailt]

And yet she's not answering the question—

That, fucking name.

Caught off guard and feeling guilt for causing her to revert back to those days, he paused his interrogation.

Perhaps he should back off. Her reaction was kind of enough of an answer.

"..no. I told you," he sighed, "I'm not going to feel bad about that." though he would, forever feel like shit for what Julia had been put through.

"You're just suddenly moving across the country, leaving Bernie when you were hellbent on never doing that again."

[doctorjulie]

Not going to feel bad about it. “Because it was part of your job.” Right? Even with what he’d told her.

But now he’s making this about leaving Bernadette and she has to put that aside for a moment along with nothing being set in stone- because excuse her, if that felt wildly unfair.

“You understand how huge this opportunity is?” For her, for anyone.

“This has been my dream.

My work, not yours. It doesn’t involve fucking other people.”

As for leaving Bernie behind?

“Who says I can’t bring her?”

[doctorjulie]

Excuse her-?

Well this had taken a far different turn than she’d been expecting. Excuse her. Did she sleep with Andrew?

Fixing her husband with an exacting look, she stared at him a long, long moment. Refraining from answering,

partially because she didn’t quite know what cruelty could exit her mouth just then.

“What makes you think I would do that?”

[fuascailt]

The look she was giving him told him plenty. He'd seen it many times before.

She was pissed.

And he's unable to hold his gaze on her again, looking down at their child who was completely unaware of what was happening between her parents.

' what makes you think i would do that '

Because according to her, he did it to her first.

"I don't know. Why does anyone do that?"

Finally looking up at her, there is an almost acceptance in his eyes.

"So. Did you?"

[doctorjulie]

Evasive and cagey.

Something had gotten him very much into his head about this. Andrew? She didn’t know. She could clear this up in an instant, only offended, Julia didn’t think she should have to.

Why does anyone do that?

“That’s not a question for me.” Because that wasn’t her. Never had been. But now he’s looking at her with this kind of readiness, liked he’s braced to hear the truth of the matter.

Incensed and bewildered.

“What possible reason have I given you to ask me this?” She demanded, untying her apron she tossed it on the couch and walked across the room with a harsh shake of her head.

“Hm?”

[fuascailt]

' that's not a question for me '

Right.

He watched her walk away, cleary upset. But he can't help but wonder if there's another reason for it than just about him asking.

Possible reasons - there were a few.

Getting to his feet, Josh stepped away from the happy child to follow Julia out of earshot.

"You're still upset about... Elena. Maybe?

Or it just, happened."

[doctorjulie]

Elena.

See, she had a feeling this was where it was coming from. “—I am upset, that you’re even asking me.

No, Miles. I did not sleep with him.

Would it make you feel better about Elena if I did?”

[doctorjulie]

Excuse her-?

Well this had taken a far different turn than she’d been expecting. Excuse her. Did she sleep with Andrew?

Fixing her husband with an exacting look, she stared at him a long, long moment. Refraining from answering,

partially because she didn’t quite know what cruelty could exit her mouth just then.

“What makes you think I would do that?”

[fuascailt]

The look she was giving him told him plenty. He'd seen it many times before.

She was pissed.

And he's unable to hold his gaze on her again, looking down at their child who was completely unaware of what was happening between her parents.

' what makes you think i would do that '

Because according to her, he did it to her first.

"I don't know. Why does anyone do that?"

Finally looking up at her, there is an almost acceptance in his eyes.

"So. Did you?"

[doctorjulie]

Evasive and cagey.

Something had gotten him very much into his head about this. Andrew? She didn’t know. She could clear this up in an instant, only offended, Julia didn’t think she should have to.

Why does anyone do that?

“That’s not a question for me.” Because that wasn’t her. Never had been. But now he’s looking at her with this kind of readiness, liked he’s braced to hear the truth of the matter.

Incensed and bewildered.

“What possible reason have I given you to ask me this?” She demanded, untying her apron she tossed it on the couch and walked across the room with a harsh shake of her head.

“Hm?”

[doctorjulie]

This was getting frustrating, and they couldn’t seem to line up- answer one another directly. Was it the job he was upset about? Her closeness with Andrew?

Julia stepped to the side, frowning as she took a seat on the couch to listen to him shift from one topic to the next.

Taking his last statement as reassurance, she gave a small smile of her own and nodded. Was that what he was worried about? “I won’t be.” She promised.

“I’m good at meeting people and, I’ll have you.” No matter where she went, right?

“…I’d miss you, though. A whole year.” She puffed out a breath between her full lips. “That’s a long time.”

[fuascailt]

It was his fault, he knew this, for not being clear. For not explaining what was bothering him, because Julia wasn't picking up on his meaning.

He just also knew that if he did say something, it would probably be the wrong thing and this whole thing would get cranked up a thousand notches.

"—Did you sleep with Andrew?"

Yeah. Just like that.

[doctorjulie]

Excuse her-?

Well this had taken a far different turn than she’d been expecting. Excuse her. Did she sleep with Andrew?

Fixing her husband with an exacting look, she stared at him a long, long moment. Refraining from answering,

partially because she didn’t quite know what cruelty could exit her mouth just then.

“What makes you think I would do that?”

[doctorjulie]

Huh. Couldn’t seem to get him to look at her straight. She followed his gaze over to their daughter, her hand dropping away from his arm she reached easily for his cheek.

Brushed her thumb against it.

What was up in that head of his?

A frown at his description of events, trying to follow. “…Nothing’s settled.” She murmured. “Should I, take that to mean you’re not interested in coming with?”

Alone with Bernie while she was out meeting people.

“Meeting people is kind of part of the gig, Josh.” She reminded.

[fuascailt]

Giving away a quick smile at her touch, he was a little bothered by the question.

Move to California? What was he supposed to do there, for a whole year...?

"Is it?" he thought cooking food was the whole gig. "Too bad you couldn't have come up with that idea before..."

Before Bernie. Before buying all these toys, for a child, for their child, who he spent many days taking care of while Julia was at work.

And now, he was just supposed to be okay with it — in California.

"But yeah. I get it.

It's part of the gig." acceptance in his expression, it was a conflict with what was going on inside.

"Yeah you'll.. meet new people. You won't be lonely."

[doctorjulie]

This was getting frustrating, and they couldn’t seem to line up- answer one another directly. Was it the job he was upset about? Her closeness with Andrew?

Julia stepped to the side, frowning as she took a seat on the couch to listen to him shift from one topic to the next.

Taking his last statement as reassurance, she gave a small smile of her own and nodded. Was that what he was worried about? “I won’t be.” She promised.

“I’m good at meeting people and, I’ll have you.” No matter where she went, right?

“…I’d miss you, though. A whole year.” She puffed out a breath between her full lips. “That’s a long time.”

[doctorjulie]

Julia turned, a questioning look on her face to see Josh watching Bernadette play with her blocks.

A package deal, huh?

“We are close.”

Matter of fact. They’d worked closely together, the work was intense. Julia would call him a good friend.

“No, he’s not coming to California.”

Was that the look of a tense Josh? The wife inched closer, to lay a hand on her husband’s arm. “…What’s up?”

[fuascailt]

Watching her walk closer, he couldn't keep his eyes trained on her, turning his gaze to the little girl and her blocks instead. Julia was pretty good at reading him and he wanted to avoid that right now, knowing he'd turn into a terrible liar at a blink of her eyes.

An awkward shrug and a shake of his head later, "Nothing.

I uh, ran into him. He mentioned you— You being all the way over there.

He seemed pretty surprised you were going away for so long. That I was.. going to be staying here, alone with Bernie. While you were, meeting people."

[doctorjulie]

Huh. Couldn’t seem to get him to look at her straight. She followed his gaze over to their daughter, her hand dropping away from his arm she reached easily for his cheek.

Brushed her thumb against it.

What was up in that head of his?

A frown at his description of events, trying to follow. “…Nothing’s settled.” She murmured. “Should I, take that to mean you’re not interested in coming with?”

Alone with Bernie while she was out meeting people.

“Meeting people is kind of part of the gig, Josh.” She reminded.

[fuascailt]

@doctorjulie

"...Is Andrew going to, that place too?

With you?"

[doctorjulie]

“The restaurant? No, he quit months ago.

Why?” Julia asked, tying the apron around her waist and glancing over at josh curiously.

[fuascailt]

Andrew quit?

"So he's not... going with you to California."

Bernie was playing with her toys, which gave him the excuse to look unbothered by the questioning.

"I'm just, curious. Thought maybe you two were a package deal.

You guys seem close." intimately working in a hot kitchen.

[doctorjulie]

Julia turned, a questioning look on her face to see Josh watching Bernadette play with her blocks.

A package deal, huh?

“We are close.”

Matter of fact. They’d worked closely together, the work was intense. Julia would call him a good friend.

“No, he’s not coming to California.”

Was that the look of a tense Josh? The wife inched closer, to lay a hand on her husband’s arm. “…What’s up?”

[fuascailt]

@doctorjulie

"...Is Andrew going to, that place too?

With you?"

[doctorjulie]

“The restaurant? No, he quit months ago.

Why?” Julia asked, tying the apron around her waist and glancing over at josh curiously.

[rpclefairy]

growing closer.

prompts for characters getting to know each other.

“i don't think you realize how much people notice you.”

“you don't seem particularly trusting. then again, maybe neither am i.”

“you have a habit of appearing at interesting moments.”

“you strike me as someone who trusts their gut. am i wrong?”

“i've noticed you always leave before everyone else.”

“i think you enjoy keeping people guessing.”

“you seem restless.”

“it's strange how you can be surrounded by people and still feel alone.”

“have i ever told you that you're difficult to read?”

“you look like you haven't slept.”

“you know this place well enough that i'm starting to wonder if you've always lived here.”

“do you ever worry about the kind of person you're becoming?”

“i've known a lot of people. none of them were quite like you.”

“i can't decide whether people truly change, or if they just become better at hiding parts of themselves.”

“i had the strangest dream last night. do you remember yours when you wake up?”

“the more i get to know you, the more i keep noticing little similarities between the two of us.”

“i didn't realize you'd remember that.”

“most people seem uncomfortable with silence. i never minded it much.”

“you seem to know more than you're saying.”

“you seem comfortable on your own. i wonder if that's the same thing as never feeling lonely.”

“do you always look this serious?”

“you're easier to talk to than i expected.”

“i've always thought trust is harder to earn than people pretend.”

“you always seem to be watching.”

“i think you've been avoiding me.”

“you're not at all what i thought you would be.”

“whenever i ignore my instincts, i end up regretting it. what about you?”

“i wasn't expecting to run into you again.”

“i can't tell if you're someone who enjoys solitude or just tolerates it.”

“i know it sounds childish, but i can't help believing some people are meant to find one another.”

“you make a terrible liar.”

“you don't strike me as the sort of person people forget.”

“i think people underestimate you.”

“i can't decide whether you're charming or frustrating.”

“i don't think i've seen you smile before.”

“i wasn't sure you'd come.”

“it's a little strange. i think i've started looking forward to seeing you.”

“sometimes i wonder if we ever really know anyone.”

“you're surprisingly good company.”

“i think most people would like to believe they're good. i'm not sure it's always that simple.”

“i think being truly understood is a far rarer thing than people realize.”

“i don't usually tell people this...”

“you make that look easy.”

[uptonogoodindiememes]

Station 19 Sentence Meme - Contain the Flame

“Okay, put me down,”

“It’s just stuff, stuff can be replaced,”

“I’m right nextdoor, if you need help with anything, just pick up the phone,”

“Guess it’s just you and me now,”

“You can’t keep secrets from me, don’t even try,”

“Okay, you’re enthusiasm is at a ten right now, I need you to bring it back down to a five,”

“You can’t still be holding onto that, I was twelve,”

“You know I can hear you, right?”

“How are you? Is your head okay? Any dizziness?”

“If you find yourself getting attached, you shut it off,”

“I’m gonna say something you’re not gonna like,”

“You’re not eating,”

“I can’t just sit around here all day every day,”

“What are you doing right now? I could use some company,”

“That is self discipline now self care,”

“Manogamy is for the weak,”

“I like the schedule, the schedule keeps us safe and on task, and makes me all warm and fuzzy,”

“Okay, I knew you weren’t going to be wild about this, but just hear me out,”

“I’m never letting you talk me into anything ever again,”

“Don’t take this the wrong way,”

“You should stop while you’re ahead,”

“You look like you need to talk,”

“What happened? Are you okay?”

“It is so hard to just sit back and now get involved,”

“I don’t even know why I came here,”

“I’m not the kid next door anymore. I’ve gone through stuff, I’ve grown up,”

[katebeckets]

THE X-FILES + incorrect quotes

(insp)

[doctorjulie]

“Josh!” The door to their apartment flung open, and a grocery laden chef breezed past the kitchen to drop her variety of market findings.

“You, hey you, I gotta talk to you about—“ She was interrupted by their faithful golden retriever and nanny, and stopped to give her a quick kiss and a scratch in greeting. “-yes, hi hi hi~

I’ll take that.” And swept up her toddler from the dog bed, spinning a quick 360 in her flurry to scan for her husband. “Josh?”

@fuascailt

[fuascailt]

"Julia?" he stepped into the room to see the pup wagging her tail and the baby in the loving arms of her mother.

Curiously, his eyes scan the state of her and the loaded bags and groceries in the kitchen.

"What's...up?"

[doctorjulie]

“Take a look.” With a breathless grin, barely restrained, she thrust a ripped open letter into Josh’s hands.

It was an acceptance to an application, long sent and practically forgotten about. But there it was, an opportunity sought after by so many of the great chefs.

“It’s from the French Laundry.” She shifted Bernadette to her hip to come to Josh’s side, reread the letter again. The offer to come and train, work and apprentice under their chef.. all the way in California.

“I mean that’s crazy, right? It’s.. I mean..?” A look up at him and down at the paper again, teeth pulling at her lower lip.

It would mean going away, to the other side of the country for a year. So much in their lives had changed since she’d even written, but this..

“what do you think?”

[doctorjulie]

“Josh!” The door to their apartment flung open, and a grocery laden chef breezed past the kitchen to drop her variety of market findings.

“You, hey you, I gotta talk to you about—“ She was interrupted by their faithful golden retriever and nanny, and stopped to give her a quick kiss and a scratch in greeting. “-yes, hi hi hi~

I’ll take that.” And swept up her toddler from the dog bed, spinning a quick 360 in her flurry to scan for her husband. “Josh?”

@fuascailt

[gloomglimmer]

›   A TENDER MOMENT OF CONFESSION.

“You must be blind if you can't see how I feel about you.”

“I shouldn't have to say it.”

“Don't you see?”

“Three words.” 

“If you want me to leave, I can.” 

“I would prefer if we spoke about this now.”

"You said you wanted to talk?

“Do you need me to say it out loud?”

“Let's agree not to lie to one another.”

“I think of you often.”

“I suspect you don't know how I truly feel.”

“Distance could not put a wedge between us.” 

“I suppose I'm not good at this.”

“What if I wanted it to work?”

“Do you care about me?”

“What more could you want?”

“I thought it was between us.”

“I don't do dates.”

“I don't do relationships.”

“You're different.”

“You're making it difficult.”