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Happy jack black day

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now, honestly how do you feel about reggie, jane?

send now honestly for my muse to answer honestly.

…. how they would normally respond

“Reggie is my very best friend. He’s the best kind of friend too. He’s funny and kind and always has your back. I am so glad to have him in my life.”

…. how they would respond if they had to be totally honest

That and… “I like him. Like really like him. He makes my heart feel as though it is going to burst, and I love the feeling. I love the way he smiles and brings me my favorite tea. I love when he sings and the way he makes me feel like I am the only one in the audience at his shows. I want to spend every waking hour with him and kiss him and scream how much I care about him.”

#it's all honest because Jane doesn't have a dishonest bone in her body #but she does keep things to herself because she's shy #& jane #sparksofdaylight #& jane // r / reggie (multiverseofmuses) #& jane // r / reggie (sparksofdaylight)

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 send me “now, honestly…” and a question and my muse(s) will answer: 

…. how they would normally respond …. how they would respond if they had to be totally honest

let’s see what we have to hide!

#& prompts. #i wanna answer character questions so send me something like this or something else

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sparksofdaylight​:

Even though Jane took a seat, Reggie opted to stay standing for now as one finger tugged on the spiral cord of the phone, winding it around anxiously. At his house, his mom would have chastised him, told him he was going to put kinks in the wire. But thankfully, the phone at the Bennet house was in no threat of being ruined by him; someone had clearly beaten him to it.

He listened with eyebrows furrowed as Mrs. Patterson spoke. Her question caught him off guard and he opened his mouth to respond, to say that he hadn’t heard from Luke yet, but as she continued, the bassist froze, mouth gaped open. His grip tightened on the phone and he slowly sank to the bench beside Jane.

Luke was gone.

It was something Luke had joked about in passing for months, claiming he’d get further without his mom nagging him all the time. But Reggie never thought there was any true weight to it. 

His mouth felt dry, but finally he cleared his throat, realizing Mrs. Patterson was still waiting for a response.

“N–no. No, sorry. I haven’t heard from him… But –wait. Wait, let me go home. Maybe he left a message for me,” he added, desperate for some sort of hope for both of them. 

A muffled sound came from the other side of the line, almost like Emily Patterson was failing to withhold a sob. Another voice came on the line, Mitch, more calm and collected immediately. “Hey, Reggie, Mitch here. Thank you. We would appreciate you checking. We haven’t, um, been able to get ahold of the Mercer’s yet.” He cleared his throat, voice growing softer rather than stronger from it. “If you do hear from him, will you tell him to call us, please? We just… we just want to know he’s safe.”

The moment Reggie sat beside Jane, she placed a hand on his, hoping to provide some form of comfort. She shouldn’t be listening in, but it was hard not to when she could hear half the conversation clearly and some of the garbled other half. All in all, nothing sounded good. Which meant Jane wasn’t leaving Reggie’s side until something was resolved. She just hoped it could be, for Reggie’s sake.

#& jane #gv ; stronger than a 90s trend #sparksofdaylight

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petitebeaute​:

“the library, i got up to get some water and then it was gone. i appreciate your help.” unlike her backup planners, she didn’t do the same thing for her homework. a waste of brainpower, in her opinion.

"Alright, perhaps, we search the library first. I mean, it cannot have gotten far unless it grew legs." Jane placed a hand on Belle's shoulder hoping to put her at ease for the moment. "We can ask Mrs. Williston if she's seen it too! She tends to pick up things she thinks are lost. Just so no one takes them."

#& jane #gv ; stronger than a 90s trend #petitebeaute

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himbohotel​:

no. this is clearly a big sweat, luke. even alex can see that. dude. if luke doesn’t feel comfortable talking to alex about something, then should alex try and ring up reggie or, well, anyone else? the drummer might be the most emotional out of the rest of his (very small) friend group, but that doesn’t mean he knows jack about feelings.

idly, he begins to play with the bracelet around his wrist, twisting it this way & that–as if by doing so, he could unlock whatever it was lurking in luke’s head. how did bandaging up some dumb ol’ road rash lead to all this?

❛ dude, wait. ❜ it takes all his strength to muster up those two words. god, he hates confrontation, but he’s going to be even more angry at himself if he doesn’t man up & do something.  ❛ just wait a second, luke. there’s something that’s clearly bugging you–&& it’s not the fact that you ate total pavement. i’m not…i’m not gonna force it outta you or something, but dude, you have to know that i’m here for you, right? if–if something’s bothering you–if someone’s bothering you–i’m here for you. you’re like the brother i never had, okay? i just— ❜ he starts rubbing up & down his forearm. his low-grade jitters are becoming cavernous butterflies & he feels like he’s going to yak. still, he presses on before he loses steam completely, folding in on himself like a house of cards. ❛ i just wanted you to know that. um, okay. ❜

Luke always felt like he had to be the fun, silly one of the group; always making jokes, picking playful fights, being an absolute ass, or at least making one of himself. He liked it that way, especially because it at least made his friends smile—or at the very least, roll their eyes and call him an idiot. He never wanted to make them uncomfortable. Their lives were uncomfortable enough.

But clearly, he messed up with his outburst. Every part of him wanted to scream and run away, causing him to bounce on the balls of his feet and eye the exit like a pacing tiger. He couldn’t drown out the noise in his head. He had nowhere to go. But he couldn’t talk to Alex about this. It was so… trivial.

“Thanks.” Luke went to clasp his hands together, but the scarring tissue from his fall glared red back at him. He stared at it before slowly closing his eyes to avoid the pain in his chest. “I just—” The words almost fell out of him, but he shook his head, swallowing them all back. “I’m sorry. It wasn’t cool of me to yell at you. I shouldn’t have been such an ass. Thank you for helping me out, Alex.”

#gv ; stronger than a 90s trend #& luke #himbohotel

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The message Luke would have left for Alex - @himbohotel

 “Uh, hey, Alex, it’s Luke. I… I’m sorry I’m calling on Christmas. But I needed… I just figured I should let someone know. I… I’m leaving Marble Hills. So I… um, won’t be at band practice tomorrow. Could you—” He takes a breath, trying to collect himself as his head tilts back and eyes close “—Could you let Reggie know? I don’t want to… You’re much better with stuff like this. And uh, well, I don’t have much time left, but um, thanks, for uh, listening and everything the other day. You’re… you’re my best friend, dude. You and Reggie have always been my family, but, uh, I need to get away from… from this place. I’m sorry. Tell Reggie I’m sorry too. Anyways, uh, I’ll give you a call when I can… just… don’t tell my folks, ok? Please?” Another deep breath. “Merry Christmas, Alex.”

#himbohotel #& luke #gv ; stronger than a 90s trend #BUT HE DIDN'T LEAVE A MESSAGE DID HE #HE DIDN'T TELL REGGIE OR ALEX THAT HE LEFT

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petitebeaute​:

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“i cannot find my lisa frank trapper keeper anywhere and it has all my finished homework in it. i’m going to scream. this cannot be happening to me. have you seen it? it has a rainbow & a unicorn on it?” pure panic on her face, eyes pathetically doe eyed.

Jane's brows pinched together, lips worried for Belle as she hugged her own books together. "No, I'm afraid I haven't. But I can help you look. Where do you last remember it being?"

#& jane #gv ; stronger than a 90s trend #petitebeaute

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himbohotel​:

❛ you are such a liar, patterson! ❜ alex bites down on his lower lip, the dumb wire glasses he had been forced to wear to ‘complete the outfit’ doing very little to hide the discomfort in his eyes. this is the worst. bad enough that he’s working with rapunzel. bad enough that he he had wrap belle’s eight-thousand gifts. bad enough that he had to play santa in the first freaking place. now luke knows.

&& luke is a mangy mutt with a bone. he’ll never let this go. ever. they’ll be eighty in a nursing home & luke will still be riffing about alex’s deep-seated humiliation on this day. he sighs explosively, staring at the ceiling. look, god, alex has been a good boy all year. this? this is the time for some divine retribution. or he’ll take a smiting—whichever is more convenient.

he feels fingers in his beard && he startles. bad. don’t you do it, luke. don’t! there are kids here. little ones that still have belief in santa. he wouldn’t. he couldn’t. ❛ you’re getting coal, you absolute— ❜

To anyone else, Luke looked excited to meet Santa—which was crazy, given the fact that he wasn’t five. But it was Alex’s reactions that were fueling his excitement. That burning annoyance, and maybe a splash of hatred, made Luke giddy. Was it a little mean? Yes. Would Luke definitely pay for it later? Probably. But he didn’t really think that far ahead.

Fingers abandoned the beard when he realized his folly, raising in the air to interrupt his friend-turned-Claus. “I think what you mean is ho ho ho.” Luke did his best Santa impression with a Cheshire grin. “And maybe Santa could cut his friend Luke some slack. He’s tryin’ his best and you haven’t even heard what I want for Christmas.”

#Santa baby slip a sable under the treee for meeee #& luke #gv ; stronger than a 90s trend #himbohotel

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okay until my new muse page is finished, here is my current muse list and their temperatures. message me if you have questions about some i don’t have bios up for.

Primary Luke Patterson (JATP), Jane Bennet (Pride and Prejudice), Prince Buckethead (Snow White),Olaf (Frozen), Josie McCoy (Josie and the Pussycats), Garrick the Protector (Original Character)

Secondary Michael Yagoobian (Meet the Robinsons), Daphne Blake (Scooby Doo), Loki (MCU), Prince Eric (The Little Mermaid), James Norrington (POTC), Anna (Frozen), Sabrina Spellman (Sabrina the Teenage Witch), Beast (Beauty and the Beast)

Tertiary/Testing Bobby Shaw (JATP - 90s locked), Carrie Wilson (JATP), Lizzie Bennet (Pride and Prejudice), Natasha Romanoff (MCU - canon divergent), Eliot Spencer (Leverage),

Selective/Plotted Only Ella (Cinderella), Flynn Rider (Tangled)

#& ooc.

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friendly reminder that Luke is homeless over christmas cause he doesn’t want to ruin his friends’ christmases

#& luke #& luke // headcanon #yes its march but tbh i'm still in december

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i’m here to cause chaos in this chilis tonight

#i'm home alone and child free and !!!!! #& ooc. #do i need to clean up literally everything on my pages yes #but am i going to write and be an absolute pest also yes

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@sparksofdaylight​ cont.

The adrenaline from surprising Reggie and watching Sunset Curve’s set wore off sometime at the diner, but Jane pushed through, desperate to catch up with her boyfriend. The little couch in the motel room Bobby and Reggie generously gave up for her was warm, and she found the company quite comfortable. It was nice to talk, just the two of them, fingers entwined and voices hushed.

She missed him and spending nights like this. She yearned to stay up the entire night with him, but the day’s events and the couple hour drive caught up with her. At some point during their conversation, the comfort and dim lighting caused her head to fall against the loveseats back cushion and her eyes to close. She felt Reggie pick her up, but hardly placed the movements until the firm motel mattress met her back.

She didn’t want the night to end. She didn’t want to have to wake up and drive home and not get any more time with him. Before he could leave, her fingers wrapped around his wrist anchoring him in place.

“No, please.” She murmured, brows meeting as she willed her eyes to focus on his hazy outline. Stay. She wanted to say, eyes opening more and body shifting to sit up a little on her elbow. She was too scared to say it. Whether it was propriety or a quiet fear of rejection, Jane couldn’t say the singular word.

“Just a little longer?”

#sparksofdaylight #& jane #& jane // 004 / high school #i have 0 chill and i'm truly sorry

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i went to my inbox to clean it and there’s asks i’ve never seen

and lots of stuff for group verse i’m so sorry

#& ooc. #i'll get to things eventually but i am genuinely sorry for missing those things

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@sparksofdaylight​ cont.

Jane knew there was no way Reggie was staying awake for the movie. She carried enough of her younger sisters to bed to recognize the signs of waning. She stared down at his head resting in her lap. She couldn’t be surprised by his closed eyes, especially when he lounged on the couch and her lap. He was far too comfortable to fight sleep. But it had its upsides, especially for her. Her fingers brushed at his hair, enjoying the moment where she could shamelessly just look at him and study the constellation of freckles on his cheeks and nose, the long black lashes fanned across his cheeks, and the bow of his lips that she always wanted to kiss.

His grin made her stomach twist in delight, and she hardly contained the soft chuckle.

“If you mind so much, I will stop.” She gently booped his nose, the other hand starting another steady rake through the longer locks of hair. “Though, if your eyes can barely stay open, perhaps I should send you off to bed.” She leaned closer to tease him.

#sparksofdaylight #& jane #& jane // 004 / high school #YOUR HONOR SHE IS FLIRTING WITH HIM

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sparksofdaylight​:

“Mrs. Patterson?” Reggie frowned. Why would Luke’s mom be calling? Sure, he and Luke were friends, but he knew how she felt about the whole band situation, so by extension she really didn’t talk to any of Sunset Curve. Anxiety knotted in the pit of Reggie’s stomach, but he tried his best to conceal it.

“No…. no stay,” he assured Jane. Even though it was probably nothing, suddenly the bassist didn’t want to be alone. And Jane always managed to be a calming presence. With a shaky breath he stepped forward and grabbed the phone.

“Hello–? Er, Merry Christmas. It’s Reggie. Peers. But you probably knew that..” He let out a nervous chuckle. 

“Of course,” Jane nodded at his request, unable to hide wide, worried eyes. She sat on the bench seat of the breakfast nook, fully straight, heart pounding against her chest. She kept her focus solely on Reggie, waiting for any sign of distress so she could jump up and be by his side.

“Hi… Reggie,” Mrs. Patterson greeted on the other side, lacking in Christmas cheer. A defining click ensured that Mr. Bennet was no longer waiting and had hung up the phone in the living room. “I… I was wondering if Luke—” She sniffled “—If Luke reached out to you? Or if you have seen him at all?” There was a slight wisp of hope in her voice, despite the scratchy throat from tears and screams.

She sniffled again, voice breaking.  “The thing is… Luke’s run away.”

#sparksofdaylight #& jane #gv ; stronger than a 90s trend #*chiin hands* you love me so much

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@sparksofdaylight​  cont.

Every day, Ella woke, hopeful that it would be the day Jack remembered her. The day the last puzzle piece of his memory returned. Since his accident, she lived through utter turmoil, but she couldn’t tell her closest friend. Her confidant.

But the dream of returning to happy times, before his accident, before—well—her accident, kept her going. She wanted to visit him all the time instead of one off hour between her busy work and school schedules. She wanted to hold him. She wanted to be held. The stress of his accident and memory-loss mixed with her schooling and work exhausted her. She lived for her dreams, but she couldn’t live in them for long enough. At least the added caffeine boost helped get her through the day. Standing in line, she made the gut decision to get Jack his usual tea. A surprise to lift both their spirits.

He didn’t seem thrilled about it when she entered the hospital room, but she wasn’t upset. How could she when he went through something so traumatic? No, Ella resolved to be beside him for as long as he would let her.

When he recognized his favorite tea and sent her that look, her stomach somersaulted, cheeks heating as she tugged gently on the strawberry blonde curls near her ear that escaped her careful ponytail.

“I have gotten you—and the guys—drink orders before, and I tend to remember orders pretty well.” Ella shrugged off the half-truth. She hated not telling him outright that they were way more than just friends or acquaintances, but she didn’t want him to think he owed her any devotion or love or anything, if he couldn’t remember her. If he didn’t have any of those feelings for her.

“I worked as a waitress at one point…” One of Ella’s many odd jobs she collected since leaving the care of her stepfamily. She sipped on her tea, palming the warm paper in her hand. “I must admit, I am glad you still like it. I figured a pick-me-up and change of pace from this might be in order.” She chewed her cheek, staring down at her lid. “I hope you do not mind my stopping by again. I wanted to check how you were doing…” She glanced up through strawberry blonde fringe. “How… are you doing?”

#i am truly sorry that i wrote so much lmao #& ella #sparksofdaylight