letsdropin: (Pogue: On top of him)
*laughing breathless at picture* Man... Seriously?

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letsdropin: (Four of us)
Well, this wasn't going to be an easy day, and Reid was well aware of it. So... doing what he tended to do, he set about making Caleb sufficiently distracted away from any kind of brooding.

Things would get delivered at random times during the day, the last one as close to elevenish p.m. as was possible. Probably right about on time. That one would have the card with it, simply a "Happy birthday, Caleb!" and signed from Reid. And the presents...

Well. Any dorm room could use a lava lamp right? That became very interesting after a few beers or rather recreational things, and was an easy distraction.

For the full dose of wtf laughter, one of the packages held a pair of Monthy Python Killer Bunnies slippers. Not that he thought Caleb would wear them much, but he was kind of looking forward to getting the looks of 'really? really?!' because of those. Besides, you never knew.

There were, of course, random food deliveries. Candies, mostly. At least he didn't throw in a set of party hats and whistles. Or horns, ahem.

And Reid being Reid, one of the packages was double-wrapped, and the inner wrapping held a note of, 'Do not open around your mom. Or much audience, really.'
THAT one held a pack of selected extra-sensation lubricants. Tingly, warming, popping... whatever he found, Reid chucked in there.

Of course, he wondered if Caleb would take the advice about audience or he'd get to see his reaction. He rather thought Pogue would try to talk to him about it, after. Maybe.
That was fine by him.
letsdropin: (Smile || I love you)
Tequila shots night )

Muse: Reid Garwin
Fandom: The Covenant
Word count: 2300+
A/N: Pogue is [profile] lieutenantwitch, Caleb is [profile] stillnothim, Tyler is [profile] their_babyboy, all used with permission, read-through approval, and love. RP-based, dated summer after the boys' senior year at Spenser.
letsdropin: (Four of us)
You know... when two of your three best friends are up to 'reforming' people who used to be less than nice to them... makes you wonder if you're falling behind the trend or something.
letsdropin: (Tyler: Trouble's in town)
Well nothing could be sadder || Than a glass of wine, all alone || Loneliness, loneliness, it's such a waste of time || Oh yeah. )

Muse: Reid Garwin
Fandom: The Covenant
Word count: 1 762
A/N: Verse is Cliffs of Insanity. Tyler is [profile] their_babyboy, Pogue is [profile] lieutenantwitch, Caleb is [personal profile] theirgoldenboy, and Chase is [profile] broken_circles. Marc and Kate don't have journals, and the rest are NPCs.
letsdropin: (It's complicated (cap: Reid))
A/N: Warning: M/M naughtiness in the first section. And the ending is a little bit of a downer. Tyler is [profile] their_babyboy, Pogue is [profile] lieutenantwitch, Chase is [profile] broken_circles. Alya doesn't have a journal yet, Joseph and Meredith are NPCs. Yay Girls/Divergence 'verse (although the first three can be applied to any 'verse.)

One, two, three, four... )
letsdropin: (Default)
1. Normal

He doesn't even want to try to be. (PoP, Girls)

One time too many, he'd been more than he had been expected to be, and then he tried to be normal, tried so hard that the little Reid-spark left after all the rejections was buried so deep under the muck that it took friends old and new weeks to bring it back out. (CoI)

2. Naughty

Mischief or getting hot and sweaty between the sheets (or other places) or walking right on the edge with his gifts, that's a word that usually amply applies to Reid.

3. Never

The one thing he never ever wanted to even be a possibility, and he stepped on the well-trodden path in that direction (even if it felt so damn right to say those words, at last). (PoP)

He never thought it possible to slip so well into ... life, love, relationship, all of it, with somebody, anybody, until he woke up one morning, Alya's dark blond hair tangled in his fingers, and he realized that it was actually already a fact. (Girls)

As Tyler's smiles slowly started creeping back in place, as his shoulders straightened normally now and again once more, as the blue eyes recovered their brightness with time, Reid was hardly the only one who thought never was too soon for that kind of hurt. (Girls, CoI)

4. Nuisance

She rarely thought of him as anything more than a nuisance, no matter how hard he tried to be oh, so much more.

5. Name

He likes his name, he does, but sometimes, certain people merely calling him otherwise could totally be enough to put him in a happier place.

6. Natural

Caleb was a natural leader and Reid - the natural jester, it shouldn't have taken them quite that long to start getting along.

7. Nausea

He'd remember what worked for her for the next time.

8. Necklace

It was a simple leather thong - and as much a part of how he looked as his tats.

9. Naive

It's always hilarious, watching people assume Tyler's that - and then get enlightened.

10. Night

Time for party, baby!
letsdropin: (Pogue: On top of him)
It wasn't like Reid hadn't had time to get used to it. Like, all of his life.

But his mom could still get him to kind of fly off the railing. )

Muse: Reid Garwin
Fandom: The Covenant
Word count: 1 090
A/N: Pogue is [profile] lieutenantwitch, used with permission and much, much love. Warning: Digression in smutty.
letsdropin: (It's complicated (cap: Reid))
"We were given: Two hands to hold. Two legs to walk. Two eyes to see. Two ears to listen. But why only one heart? Because the other was given to someone else. For us to find." - Anon

Reid was... edgy. And tetchy. And sharp.

Even he knew it; he was pretty certain Tyler and Pogue, and possibly even Caleb, were picking up on it. He'd swing between usually happy-go-lucky to snappy, to back to funny within minutes and for the most absurd of reasons.

Like... )

Muse: Reid Garwin
Fandom: The Covenant
Word count: 1 025
A/N: Tyler is [profile] their_babyboy. The 'verse is Pile of Puppies, timing relevant to [profile] confessioncafe. Pogue is [profile] lieutenantwitch, Caleb is . Warnings: naughty smutty activities implied; also, Reid's potty mouth.
letsdropin: (Laughter)
"Laughter - An interior convulsion, producing a distortion of the features and accompanied by inarticulate noises. It is infectious and, though intermittent, incurable." - Ambrose Bierce

Don't say I didn't... )

Muse: Reid Garwin
Fandom: The Covenant
Word count: 726
letsdropin: (It's complicated (cap: Reid))
FIVE times you loved and lost, and one you would do anything to hang on to

One thing that how messed up Reid's parents are doesn't do to him is shut him off from love.

Maybe it's because he's always known that, even with the silences, the tension, and the non-fights, they do, or at least once did, love each other. Or maybe, much more likely, because he had examples elsewhere but still close to home. His boys, who, even when they had misunderstandings, never have anything but loved him back. And even their parents, in turn, have shown him how things can be. How they should be.

How when the heart speaks, the rest might not matter.

He gets his heat from his father, along with the rest of the complicated package that comes down with his name. He gets his strength of will from his mother, strength to persevere and stand against whatever odds. But tempered.

It's easy for him to fall in love. And mean it, and even when he bounces up, his heart is bleeding no less. But, most of the time, he knows that the only thing that can heal a broken heart is love. So, he loves.

Sometimes, he even says it.

Could you tell me I'm good enough? || Could I be good enough? || If the going got worse || And the worse got rough || The days became endless || And harder than tough || I'd be good enough || Better than best || Would be simply to be good enough || If everything I give || Dosn't seem like a lot || If it's all that I've got || Baby tell me that could be good enough )

Muse: Reid Garwin
Fandom: The Covenant
Word count: 4 261
A/N: I am not sure I'll be cross-posting this. At any rate, most of it is in the future; it is set in the so-called Cliffs of Insanity 'verse, it's not fluffy or funny. Tyler is [profile] their_babyboy, Pogue is [profile] lieutenantwitch, and Caleb is [personal profile] theirgoldenboy. All other characters are NPCs or without their own journals. Any who aren't mine are used with permission and lots of love. Some of those, the first two or three, for example, are valid across 'verses.
letsdropin: (Pogue & Tyler: Reid clings. Deal with it)
Reid wasn't expecting the Mustang pulling up in front of him. Caleb actually had to lean across and open the passenger seat door right across the sidewalk from him to register that, yes, it was for him. He stepped across the heavy rain, then flopped into the front seat, none too gently, getting a raised eyebrow from his friend.

"Where's Pogue? I called him."

"He got called right after you disconnected, something about what he's trying to do after school and unexpected rescheduling."

Oh, great. )

Muse: Reid Garwin
Fandom: The Covenant
Word count: 1 858
A/N: After this and this, but before this. Pogue is [profile] lieutentatwitch, Caleb is [personal profile] theirgoldenboy, Tyler is [profile] their_babyboy. Warning: Adult content.
letsdropin: (Caleb: Support)
"The chains of habit are generally too small to be felt until they are too strong to be broken." - Samuel Johnson

They'd finished the practical earlier than expected; Reid shrugged and headed to the dorm, might as well catch a nap before the lecture in the afternoon. Or something. Tyler had solid blocks all day today, and then something in the evening, study group, whatever. Semester was gearing up towards the last run, anyway. The other two had more gappy schedule yet, he'd deal with that. He'd probably manage to flop in his and Tyler's room and leave them be, at any rate. Wasn't in the mood to deal with Caleb's typical mild disapproval, at any rate, not even so much as to give him shit.

Yes, he knew that was what he kept on doing. )

Muse: Reid Garwin
Fandom: The Covenant
Word count: 2 093
A/N: Caleb is [personal profile] theirgoldenboy. Pogue is [profile] lieutenantwitch. Tyler is [profile] their_babyboy. Takes place late in the first semester of their senior year at Harvard, before the Christmas break. Which places this also shortly before current goings-on as regards [profile] confessioncafe.
letsdropin: (Four of us)
The light of the campfire painted golden hues on the faces of the four of them as they sat clumped two by two, tired and replete, so Reid had to make the suggestion of s'mores, even if he knew it would be groaned down.
letsdropin: (Four of us)
Everybody kind of expected the usual huff and snarky commentary from Reid, but his eyes glowed the same as the rest of theirs when they settled for the before-going-home-for-Christmas feast that Caleb had put together all on his own.
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