#jmrothwell

8. Helping your friend move to another place, coming across the teddy bear you gave them ages ago

“How about this?” Reggie asked, holding up what looked to be some sort of macaroni art that Julie must have made when she was in kindergarten. The whole box was filled with such projects.

“Trash,” Julie said without hesitation. “Honestly? You can probably toss that whole box.”

“Really? You don’t think you’ll ever want to look back someday and look at the projects you made when you were little?”

“Do you?” Julie shot back at him. “Because I can honestly tell you that I have never thought about anything in that box since I made it. The only reason I still have it is because Dad is nostalgic about that sort of thing. But he doesn’t want to store it anymore, and I definitely don’t want to store it, so I’m making the executive decision to throw it away.”

“That’s fair,” Reggie conceded. He put the box aside in the pile of things that Julie was getting rid of, which was much larger than the stuff she was keeping. Reggie didn’t blame her. The less she kept, the easier it would be to move out of her dad’s house and into her first apartment.

He moved on to a box filled with child-sized t-shirts. “How about these? They look like they’re from summer camps you went to when you were younger.”

“Trash.”

“Damn, Julie, you are cold blooded. Not even the commemorative t-shirts make the cut?”

“They don’t fit me anymore. If I really want to keep them as mementos, I can take a picture of the ones that mean the most to me and get rid of the physical shirts that take up space.”

“Okay. Well, why don’t we donate them instead of putting them in the trash? Most of them look like they’re in pretty good shape.”

“Fair enough.”

While Reggie looked around the disaster that was Julie’s room for the next box to look through (his eye caught a box of stuffed animals that was already in the donate pile), the music they were listening to changed to an upbeat pop song.

Julie’s face lit up. “Oh! I love this song!” She stood up. “Reggie, dance with me!”

Reggie couldn’t help but smile at her in return. “What happened to ‘I want to get through as much of my room as possible today?’”

“We can afford to take a dance break. C’mon! It’s good for you!”

Reggie shook his head, still smiling. As if he could ever say no to Julie when she was enthusiastic about something. He got to his feet and started bouncing to the beat.

And as he bounced, he just watched Julie dance.

She was mesmerizing, with her natural curls cascading over her shoulders, and her deep brown eyes filled with mirth, and her smile that showed the adorable gap between her teeth.

Reggie had been a goner for years. But by the time he had realized his crush on her, she was head over heels for his friend Luke. The two of them dated for a while, and Reggie had dutifully stayed out of the way because he wanted both of them to be happy. Even after they broke up—deciding they were better off as friends—the timing had never seemed right for Reggie to make a move. It hurt sometimes, keeping his feelings hidden, but he was happy just to be her friend, just to bask in the light that Julie brought to every room. She made him happy just by existing. What more could he ask for?

When the song drew to a close, both of them were a little out of breath, but they were smiling at each other in a way that made Reggie question if Julie knew about his feelings for her and if she might have some of her own in return.

The moment didn’t last, thought, and Julie plopped back down onto the ground to resume sorting through one of the boxes and deciding what to keep. “Alright, back to business.”

“Back to business,” Reggie parroted. He looked around for the next box to help Julie sort through.

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thank you so much for the prompt! i hope you like it...it sure is chaotic lmao

29. Sorry isn’t going to bring back the last slice of cheesecake.

(from these chaotic prompts. anyone feel free to send some in!)

tw: swearing & minor injuries 

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“Don’t come crying to me when you guys burn yourselves,” Julie tosses back over her shoulder as she shoves all the leavings from dinner back into the picnic basket.  “Because I’m just gonna say I told you so.”

“That’s not being a team player,” Luke says distractedly, punctuating it with a whoop of excitement when his stick finally catches aflame, a quick burst of light that illuminates the manic smile spread across his face.  “Everyone has to pitch in, Jules.  It’s a band rule.”

Julie rolls her eyes, as much at the comment as the reckless way Luke yanks his makeshift torch out of the campfire and starts waving it around.  “Where was that band rule when you guys left me to clean up by myself?”  Then, her eyes widening in panic, “Wait, watch out for—!”

But luckily Reggie spins out of the way at the last second, his flaming stick knocking against Luke’s with a muffled crack and a spray of orange sparks.  He laughs out loud in delight, lunging toward Luke to do it again.  “Did you see that, Julie?  They’re like lightsabers!”

Sighing to herself, Julie sinks down onto the bench of the picnic table with the cheesecake pan in her lap, because if she’s going to be expected to clean up their campsite and babysit a bunch of former ghosts while they play with literal fire, then she deserves the last remaining piece, thank you very much.  

And maybe a raise.  Yeah, definitely a raise, too.

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

perhaps whatever the shit is going on with reggie in the spidey-reg au. a good portion of that is just him being Anxious, but i think ch13 is a real specific shift in the angst bc the entirety of the previous chapters focus on reggie and how he's doing, but then ch13 focuses on his partners and homies and there's just. none of them know what's truly going on, and the reader doesn't know exactly what's going on either but they know enough to be like "oh honey he's not at home and it doesn't sound like he's coming back" and it's just. they're all Going Through It and they're about to Go Through It even more.

L: How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

it really depends on how long a section of the fic/chapter has existed. like if i write it and then jump to another part or do something not-writing and eventually come back to it, and i might end up rereading it like a million times bc it exists and i'm trying to find inspiration to write more or i'm just too lazy to write more lol. and so anything that connects scenes or ends a section, those are probably proofread/revised once or twice bc i'm like "i need something to end this and i can't think about it properly bc i've been trying to end it for a while, so we're just gonna go with it and not be upset if it kinda sucks in comparison to the rest of stuff"

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

caramel macchiato— do you sleep with stuffed animals? if so, do you have a favorite?

oh you know it! lol I can't have too many in bed since I share with my husband (and my cat lmao) but I usually have squishmallows with me. Right now I have my Wendy the frog spring squishmallow:

Thank you so much for the ask, Josie! 💖

☀ - Story about your day.

I woke up after a very relaxing sleep. had some breakfast and tumbled and then had a shower. more tumblr. looked at art supplies online and then had some lunch. applied for a job at a cinema so i filled in the online form. its been a really chilled day. I also sat in the sun read my book with a wee cuppa tea. tried to not miss my gf too much. Went shopping with my mum. Came home and went to see my gran. then chatted to my gf’s mother for a bit on fb. :) 

aaaa thank you!!!! sorry its taken me so long to respond ive been real low on energy lately but right now im listening to TAZ and im fuckin PUMPED 

1- I LOVE THE ADVENTURE ZONE SO MUCH

2- I collect enamel pins

3- I own 2 cats currently, Tasha (crazy but gracious old long haired black cat) and Midnight Marx (chubby darling with the thickest softest short black fur you will ever feel) 

taz update: im crying over the killian and carey also magnus and carey just kill me griffin

4- All my clothes are black/grey/red except my pjs and like sleep stuff is all pastel purple/pink/mint/blue and i love it

5- I love love stuffed animals and own many of them, including the first one i ever owned (a pink stuffed bear with a rattle inside) 

i had to stop again till the end of the ep cause holy shit???? griffin????????? is the best storyteller and also im dead now?????

6- I write for my school newspaper and write pretty much only opinion articles though this year i broke the pattern to write a review of the MBMBaM tv show

7- I love food, just like all food? its amazing and tastes good and gives me those good feels and has such great cultural importance and i love making it and eating it. Food is my passion. 

8- Ive got an uncle whos only 6 months older than me who was supposedly conceived cause my mom made my gma a turtle bracelet and when we were babies he thought he was my protector in all things and theres lots of cute pics of him hugging me or trying to feed me from our side-by-side high chairs and me just basking in the pampering 

9- i was born in Utah, moved to Nevada when i was like 4 or something, my little bro was born over there, then we moved back to Utah just in time for my to start first grade. 

10- i love routines and need them. my favorite thing is when teachers have that day schedule up on the board. I like making plans and them keeping them. If a plan suddenly changes it is no good. i dont really do spontaneity. ive got a whole routine for every day and i like following them and i dont think they ever get boring or anything, idk why i just like knowing for suresies whats gonna happen next like all the time. predictability is easy to plan around

@innytoes also asked for LAST (in all caps).

These are from Family Dinners (because of course they are).

Last (the most recent sentence I have written):

Good mood ruined after his fight with Alex, Reggie went to his room without another word.

Before the beginning (Listen. I know it was just supposed to be three sentences, but it got away from me):

Their conversation was interrupted by Reggie's phone ringing, and he pulled it out of his pocket, stomach dropping as he read the caller ID. "It's my dad," he announced to the room at large, and he saw matching expressions of trepidation on the guys' faces.

"Give it here," Luke demanded, silencing the ringer for Reggie after he handed his phone over. Reggie was used to Bobby and Alex doing that, but Luke usually answered, giving Reggie's dad a piece of his mind. Today, however, it seemed that Luke wasn't in the mood to deal with it, and with Julie in the room, Reggie understood.

Thank you for the ask!

Number 27 is The Other Side of Hollywood from JATP. I have no idea how I would turn a song from canon into fanfic unless I was writing the canon scene from one of the character's POV's. I can imagine writing Alex's thoughts as he experiences Caleb performing for the first time, especially the part where Willie gets up and starts dancing.