#int; reggie

[presleyfarrow]

starter for: @reggiellewellyn location: sharky's monster mash

"I know exactly what you're trying to do. If you're going to flirt with other girls tonight at least have some manners and don't do it in front of me. It's not going to work."

[c1tyhaunts]

I was more than just a body in your passenger seat, and you were more than just somebody I was destined to meet // I see you go half-blind when you're looking at me, but I am. // Between the secondhand smoke and the glass on the street, you gave me nothing whatsoever but a reason to leave // You say you want mе, but you know I'm not what you need. // but I am.

@halfnvmb :: MOODBOARD! - for Jacket bc we know where this is going

[perfectioncursed]

@inkedmuses sent ❛  be naked when i come home.  ❜ from Reggie

❝fuck.❞

the word was breathed out sharply, Betty glad that he couldn't see the way that just his voice had her pressing her legs together over FaceTime. it never ceased to amaze her the effect that Reggie managed to have on her - whether it was because he was her first or something else entirely. but rational thought seemed hard to come by in these circumstances, something he was all too aware of given the smirk on his face.

❝yes, sir,❞ she replied cheekily, sitting up from where she had currently been laying on her bed to take off her shirt in plain view. ❝just...let me know when you're close because otherwise I might get kind of cold.❞

[addycorcoran]

This is a whole ass lie because nothing in LA has ever been "the best" anything. You've obviously never been to New York.

I swear to God, I found the best smoothie place you could ever imagine. It's about a quarter mile from the PSU campus. I'd love to get some people and go there.

[ezekiels-main-blog]

Get to know me❗

Basic information

My name is Ezekiel Lee

My pronouns are he/him or pup/pups

I'm Trans and MLM

I am on the Aroace spectrum

❗I am a minor❗ (I do not care if ur over 18 and you int but dont be weird please🙏)

Some different information

I have ADHD (possible autism)

I am Agere and Petre

I am a Borzoi dog boy

Kemonomimi^

I do the weed

I use lots of emojis when texting

I have a hyper fixation of human body🤭

Hobbies

Persona making

Oc creation

Fashion

Roleplay

Art

Writing/Ao3

Roblox and Minecraft

Fandoms❓❓

Shows and movies

Scooby doo

Stranger Things

Big Mouth

IT

The Karate Kid

The Outsiders

Wild Kratts

Total Drama Island

Disventure Camp

The Goldfinch

Games

Sally face

Red Dead Redemption

GTA V

YouTubers

The Boys

FunkyFrogBait

Film Cooper

Kmk

MacDoesIt

The pfp and background images are jokes I am in no way a Trump supporter. I do not care for politics.

I dont mind if you talk with me just be polite and I'll be polite back

I will probably not use this account much as it will be a life update and random shower thought account.

Other accounts:

Victors-Draco-Ahh-Hair

Richies-funky-shirts

Joeys-blurt-outs

Reggies-kittyuhh

[coughloop]

1. Ultimate showdown was fundamental to the building blocks of my life and I loved Neil's youtube channel growing up I watched every video on there but I never gave a shit about lemon demon even a little bit other than that

2. I heard a tally hall song for the first time last summer when I was doing those song rates and I hated it so much I made a point of insulting it and saying not to send me other shit like this will woods ass garbage which was probably a bit harsh but it worked

3. One of the most important bands int he world to me from 2014-2016 then the jennt death delay and their fake break up pissed me off so much I stopped liking them entirely and when they reunited I went to their show to have a bad time on purpose. They've started growing on me more again recently and I still listen to their music some times

4. He got some fun ass songs some of them mean something to me and I really really really like his root beer video that carved a hole in my mind and filled it with a perfect rendition of both voices in the video deep in my brain forever although I think I heard the dudes a really asshole irl

5. Never really given them a chance but I like Mike patron because he is weird and also a cities aviv song references them so that's fun

6. I have exclusively bad associations with this band and it has nothing to do with their music though I'm not huge on that either sorry

7. Fun guys I have a couple of their albums on vinyl at my parents house but I don't know them well

8. I don't care about Ongo bongo

9. No opinion like just none

10. I thought he was fun on comedy bang bang but I liked Reggie more

11. I stated my experiences with them recently

12. I don't like what they've done to the way people talk about trans musicians this is a way longer post and it doesn't matter but im a hater

13. One of the best bands ever hugely massive to me only thing on here I still regularly listen to

14. Got a couple songs I really love and and a couple songs I find annoying and I have no other opinions on them

15. Meant a lot to me in 2017 and 2018 and my love for her has just kidna wained ever since. I will still fucks me up though like that song ruins my life every time I hear it. Also I wish people weren't so fucking weird to her she deserved a better fanbase

16. I have no idea who this is

[3-cats-in-a-coat]

The marauders + Regulus (mostly Regulus and Remus) as lyrics from kent songs:

But first, formatting and translation: the original swedish lyrics are in italics and the translations are written one line underneath [like this], a comma will usually signify the break between two lyrics that are right after each other. I will mostly be directly translating them from Swedish, so the syntax might not make a lot of sense.

Dom Andra [The Others]:

En pessimist i sitt livs form, Jag vädrar blod, det luktar sorg

[A pessimist in its life form, I despise blood, it smells like sorrow]

- Reggie and Remus

En utomjordings kärlekstörst, En undran vem som svek vem först?

[An aliens love thirst, a wonder of who let who down first?]

- literally everyone (probably not the alien part tho)

Och jag blir gärna en martyr, Vi behöver nog en ny

[And I’ll gladly become a martyr, we probably need a new one anyway]

- Regulus, but also everyone (other than Peter but it could still work from his own twisted perspective)

Och vi kommer inte längre, Vi är tillbaks på noll, Men ingen kommer sörja, Vi har spelat ut vår roll, Vi glömmer hela skiten, Det betyder ingenting, Vi skulle kommit längre, Men räckte inte till

[And we’re not getting any further, We’re back to zero, But no one’s gonna mourn, We’ve played out all our roles, We’ll forget the whole shit, It doesn’t mean anything, We would’ve gotten further, But it wasn’t enough]

- everyone, once they realized that the whole first war was pointless and that Dumblewhore was a manipulative cunt who used them.

And your old friend waits with the scythe in a swing and how you played when you were kids - Sirius when Bellatrix killed him because no matter what she did or how much he tried to deny it, she was still his cousin Trixie who he played with when they were kids and he still had somewhat loving memories of that, of her.

The sleep came and you were so right in time, the sleep came like tears against your screen, the sleep came like a right twisted opinion, but compared to dollars and yen death can easily become a joke - literally everyone

You’ve lost your war, you’re the last one left, and no one is coming to your defense (coming to your defense) so you stand in a salute with your back straight and you take 400 hits - Regulus realizing that no matter what he does he will never be good enough for his parents and that he should have just left with Sirius when he asked.

Den Döda Vinklen [The Dead Angle]: (the title of this song could be a reference to the whole album it’s from being from death’s POV or it could also be a reference to the blind spot in a car)

I was alone for a long time, an only child, the monster underneath a home built bunkbed - Remus (I want to hug him)

Give me a winter drug, give me all you’ve got. Come now I’m chronically low, the only thing that can be heard is the darkness - Remus after Halloween 1981 begging for Sirius to be innocent

In your eyes there was a storm I saw, like summer snow, from the dead angle/blind spot I see everything you do - Regulus’ ghost watching Sirius fuck up his entire life, eternally destined to facepalm so hard and so much that he would break his skull if he could.

And there they’re coming, I can see them between the trees. Please can you help me escape? - Regulus to Sirius and Sirius to James

(These lyrics are from Den Döda Vinklen [The Dead Angle], this could be a reference to the whole album it’s from being through the perspective of death or it could also be a reference to the blind spot in a car)

And everyone who’s ever loved you has hated me out of fear - wolfstar (this was somehow the only lyric from Palace & Main that worked and I don’t know how)

An icey wind over the water bears an echo from the world of the dead, a greeting from a jealously scornful ocean - Reggie, obviously (for like the fiftieth time because the whole Du & Jag Döden [You & Me Death] album is just incredibly Regulus coded)

And in the bars the wreaks cling tight we mourn a lost burden and the snow helps the debris fall down. Black branches obscure the white of the house, I haven’t been here since all of this was yours. - Remus talking to an imaginary version of Sirius after the first war ended.

Like a Romeo in jeans on your balcony (I want you, you’re mine, you’re only mine) I’m the shadow by your screen door once again (I want to have you, I’m yours, I’m only yours) - Sirius to Remus, either immediately after he escaped from prison or a bit after the prank (I like the first option much more because I don’t like the idea of the prank ever happening)

And your dress is like rags in my hands- Sirius when he found Lily

(All of the most recent lyrics are from Romeo Återvänder Ensam [Romeo Returns Alone])

And you and I hold our breath and hold hands in the leap, it’s not that long till we reach home, and even so there’s still a thousand tears left - Sirius and Regulus while running away together (I might be a bit delulu)

So don’t ever apologize again. And we’re finally passing their borders. Do you remember our blood oath, our law? Our idiotic crusade against an equally stupid town? I remember everything like nails to glass, but you just laugh at me and reduce everything to a joke, but I see in your pathetic demeanor and your hunting look that it feels like there’s still far to go to get home, and soon there won’t be any more tears left - also Sirius and Regulus running away together

And that boy I never knew, that roamed streets I never saw, thought thoughts I never thought, under a thin and frizzy haircut, as all the feelings struck and exploded during a time when nothing happened in a city that never slept, but we were all young once my love. Yes, we were all young once. Yes, we were all young once - Remus, Sirius and Regulus

And I’m scared out of my own life of living and I’m scared to death of dying, but we will all die one day my love. Yes, we will all die one day - Regulus and James

(These past lyrics are from Mannen I Den Vita Hatten (16 År Senare) [The Man In The White Hat (16 Years Later)].)

[peterbasara]

Peter: Oh you put Eva into the mix and there's no question Peter: There's a reason Ryan doesn't let her out of that house Peter: "Fine" Peter: What they got you on for it? @reggiellewellyn

Reggie: Valid, I can't act like I'd say no if the Goose hit me up Reggie: I'd happily be his and Eva's third Reggie: Fear not, my brain is just fine and absorbing 80 things at once Reggie: When I take my meds that is. When I forget, rotted stem is accurate @peterbasara

[zerolostwalks]

“Hey, if we don’t find someone by midnight…you and me…maybe?” - “Ask me properly and I might consider it.” for Writer's Choice!

Luke was having a hard time wrapping his head around it. It was odd enough that they’d all received invites to Carrie Wilson’s New Year’s eve party. The fact that they were actually attending said party was plain bizarre.

“Should we even be here?” Reggie asked from behind him as they navigated through the throng of teenagers. 

Luke whirled around to better face the dark haired boy, “this was your idea.”

“Yeah,” Reggie admitted as his pale eyes darted around the Wilson’s house. “But that was when I thought Julie and Flynn, and anyone else was going to show up too.”

Luke scowled, as Reggie bit at his lower lip eyes still scanning the room. He’d been hanging out with both girls more and more over the past few months. Luke’s scowl melted into a smirk as he elbowed Reggie’s ribs, “hoping to kiss someone special tonight?”

“No,” Reggie squeaked, with the lighting it was hard to tell for sure but Luke was willing to bet good money Reggie’s face was close to matching his flannel in color. HIs face scrunched up as he scratched the back of his head, “I don’t know, maybe.”

“That’s awesome man.” Luke's smile grew as he wrapped an arm around Reggie’s shoulder’s. “Who were you thinking of asking?”

Reggie hesitated, fingers fiddling with each other and his rings as he shrugged, “Don’t know, not like it’ll matter if they don’t show up.”

Something under Luke’s sternum twisted uncomfortably seeing Reggie downhearted like that. Things were always better when his friends were happy, “Hey, if you’re dead set on kissing someone, and if we don’t find someone by midnight…you and me…maybe?”

Luke trailed off, uncertain even where he was trying to go with his sentence. It had started off reassurance, maybe a teasing joke. Except the longer he took to ask, and the more he thought about it, the more he realized, he hoped Reggie would say yes and kiss him. 

He swallowed hard around the desert that had formed in the back of his throat. Reggie blinked at him owlishly, tilting his head as if thinking something through. This was worse than when he looked sad. 

Just as Luke was about to hurriedly throw out he was joking, Reggie smirked and clapped a hand to Luke’s shoulder, “ask me properly and I might consider it.” 

With a wink, Reggie disappeared into the crowd again, leaving behind a gobsmacked Luke. Luke’s entire world had just been violently flipped on its head. 

Reggie just said he might kiss him. But a minute ago he was definitely talking about kissing someone else, right? Right?

Luke quickly gathered himself and his thoughts to try and find Reggie again. It didn’t take long, and evidently while Luke had been frozen Reggie had found Julie and Flynn. The three of them wrapped up in a tight hug. 

Or rather Reggie had Flynn and Julie wrapped in a tight hug as they all giggled excitedly, and now Luke was even more confused. 

The question plagued him all night. Through all the dancing, talking, and joking he found himself analyzing every interaction. But there didn’t seem to be any one person who Reggie seemed to prefer or act flirtier with, or more flustered around. 

It was after they briefly ran into and caught up with Willie and Alex that Luke’s brain apparently had enough. Before he even realized what was happening he was blurting out, “Reggie, who do you want to kiss?”

The four of them froze, he hadn’t meant to say it out loud, and he didn’t blame Julie and Flynn for glaring at him the way they were. 

“Honestly,” Reggie’s voice brought all of their focus back to him. While he fiddled with his fingers like he was nervous, he slowly, purposefully met each of their gazes in turn. “If you were ok with it I’d really like to kiss all of you?”

“Oh.” Julie and Flynn both said, which was honestly more than Luke could figure out to say. Even the melodies inside his head all paused. 

“Is that weird?” Reggie asked, as he began to shrink into himself.

“No.” Luke, Julie and Flynn all rushed to say at the same time. Julie was the quickest when it came to wrapping the boy up in another hug. Then Luke’s mind was rendered silent once again as she spoke, “sometimes I think I’d like to kiss all of you, too.”

Luke had thought about kissing Julie plenty of times before, he just thought she was more interested in Flynn or Reggie. And while it was newer he for sure wanted to kiss Reggie too. He bounced on his toes, a new smile splitting his face as he watched the two of them hug and smile at each other. 

“I’d rather not kiss Patterson, if that’s all right.” Flynn snarked out of nowhere, and Luke was torn between feeling offended at her tone and relieved by her words. Flynn was great and he did care about her, but it was clear what he felt was purely platonic. 

“So,” Reggie said, smiling over the top of Julie’s head, “do we have to wait for midnight, or can I kiss you now?”

There was some laughing as Julie popped on her toes to exchange a kiss with Reggie. It was one of the prettier sights Luke had ever seen, and he could hardly wait when he’d be able to kiss either of them.

[carterscowplants]

pick a song for each letter of your URL 🎵

TYYY @duusheen for tagging me 🤍 (senpai noticed me😭)

C omo el viento - Jessie Reyez A INT GON STOP ME - reggie, monte booker, Kenny Beats R eptilia - The Strokes T ribulation - Matt Maeson E x-Factor - Lauryn Hill R odger Rabbit - Sleeping with Sirens S tatues - Nina Nesbitt C rush - Yuna O sgiliath Invaded - Howard Shore, Ben del Maestro W orld Gone Mad - Bastille P erson in the Mirror - Naethan Apollo L ight #1/#2/3 - Nosaj Thing A re You Gonna Be My Girl - Jet N ina - Ed Sheeran T okyo Drifting - Glass Animals, Denzel Curry S tupid Karma - Jdam

I'm tagging: @damseljamsel @asimofmanyhats & @whiimms

[c1tyhaunts]

RELATIONSHIP BUILDING. @halfnvmb: 👤+ a muse name for my muse’s opinion on that muse (with the other muse/mun’s permission). - For Jacket bc I gotta

"I WONDER IF SHE'S EVEN LEGAL SOMETIMES. Like, you know how fucked it is when young girls hang out with older guys?" Clearly, he does. The painted look of apathy across his face hides the genuine contemplation, the unhealthy obsession over another bleach bottle blonde that comes across his per view. Idle fantasies mix with over exaggerated pornography; his thoughts a slurry of baseless, ungenuine material, and mixed with the shows he saw on TV screens, Reggie's face seems to pop into the mix. And as reality blurs with those fantasies, he's too far gone. Breath trembling.

He'll need to buy more tissues later, he remembered. Richard shakes off the thought of last night, teeth gritting and grinding the cigarette between them. "We've gotten drinks together, so that helps a bit. With the assumption I mean. She's at least 21." Richard's voice dwindles to a low, blase about the sentiments within him. "I'm not that great of a guy, but I'm not a monster." Bold words coming from him.

"I'd fuck her in a heartbeat, if she lets me." Bluntly follows. "Who wouldn't? The way she looks up to me... it gets to me sometimes. Not like anything will come of it, but if it happens..." He shrugs. "It won't be anything special, but it'd be fun, at least." Another high to achieve, another downer to feel.

[perfectioncursed]

@inkedmuses ♥'d [Reggie]

❝I'm asking you now, right now, if you love me, or even like me?❞

[xarrixii]

Chapter_45 : "From Afar"

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CW: mentions to abuse archive masterlist | masterlist

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“Relax,” Raiden waves off Harlow’s objections, roughly a minute before all of the highschool kids were meant to be let into the building. “Just stick your earbuds in most of the time if you don’t want to know my name that badly.”

“That doesn’t negate the possibility,”

“It’s not that important anyway. Look, I have a plan. They won’t even know some random dude’s walked in.”

“This is stupid,” Harlow hisses.

Raiden shakes their head. “I’m hellbent on winning this bet with my dad. If you want to back out, I’ll get you out of here. Whenever. Promise.”

It’s not like Harlow’s never wanted to be inside of a public school. Surrounded by other people his age who also struggled being themselves. Captured by problems not nearly as heavy as what time to return home at to avoid confrontation.

Breaking into a government institution for the feeling was just a bit… different.

With a heavy sigh, “What’s the plan?”

“The plan,” Raiden’s winner smile creeps up, digging out a pair of wired earbuds to stick into the cracked screen of a phone that was Raiden’s-now-Harlow’s. “Is a Yugenztch accent.”

“You’re kidding.”

“I am not. I now dub thee the farlander my dad is hosting from Yugenztch who is trying to learn English. Come on, you have a pretty good accent. You also know, like, a few words.”

“Yeah, from the pawn owners. That doesn’t mean it’s a good plan.”

“Nobody’s gonna know.” Raiden nods as people start to shuffle inside the building.

“Someone will.”

“Music. Trust me, I’m proving this place could give less of a shit about who and what is inside it as long as they sit down and shut up.”

Harlow admits defeat, sticking the earbuds into his ears and blasting his favorite song while allowing Raiden to take his arm and lead him in, letting go once the bulk of student body to get washed away in was dispersed along winding brick hallways.

Raiden stopped them both in front of a locker and tapped their ear while opening the door. They shrugged off their backpack as Harlow took out one of the earbuds.

“No backpacks in the classrooms.”

“Really?”

Raiden rolls their eyes as subtly as possible. “ ‘Tripping hazard.’ ”

Harlow snickered and put the earbud back in before setting the backpack on the ground and taking out a laptop, notepad, and mechanical pencil. When his eyes returned upward again to hand Raiden his backpack, Raiden was in conversation with someone.

The person waved at him.

He took the earbud out again, mentally preparing to go with Raiden’s plan.

“Hello! Annabeth, she/her,” said while the girl was tying up her long hair. “Usually it’s just Beth.”

“ ‘Cause it rhymes with Meth.” Another person walks up, multi-colored sleeves on a black hoodie one of their hands was stuck in. “Reggie. He/they.”

“Reginald,” Beth corrects.

“The fifteenth,” Raiden juts at Harlow’s arm.

Harlow stands in a stunned silence, not really sure what to do about this. Say. Would someone who barely speaks English respond in the same way? How would he even apply the accent to his own name?

“Need help?” Raiden ends up suggesting.

“No, no. Sorry.” Harlow says a curse in Yugenztch under his breath. “Harlow. He/him.”

Beth beams. “Shy is okay. We’ll do most of the talking.”

Raiden politely shoves Harlow’s backpack into their locker and starts walking. Everyone follows.

“So, where you from, Harlow?” Reggie makes some finger guns. “Mayland? Alandor? Khiefan?”

“Scotthoue?” Beth adds to the list.

Harlow takes note that they aren’t going to notice as much if he screws up the accent. “Yugenztch.”

“Oh. Wait, you’re not a telepath, are you?”

“Beth!” Reggie lightly punches her between the shoulderblades, setting his other hand on top of Harlow’s shoulder. It takes a lot of Harlow to keep from smacking the hand away.

Raiden turns around and moves Reggie’s hand away a little too passive-aggressively. “No, he’s not.”

“Shit! You don’t like being touched, do you? My bad.” Reggie’s arms fling into the air.

“You’re… good.” Harlow paused in the middle as if he was deciding on the right word, picking up the earbud strewn over his shoulder.

Raiden gives him a thumbs-up before leading the conversation away. “While he may not be able to read anyone’s mind, he is wildly good at playing Flash…”

Harlow cut off the world by sticking the music back into his ear, instead focusing on following Raiden to the first class of the day. If any of them tried to talk to him, he didn’t notice.

“One more hour. Think you can make it?” Raiden takes off their dark green jacket and holds out their hand for Harlow to toss his into.

“Probably. I don’t think running around a track is the most sociable activity.”

“Well, I don’t know. Beth and Reggie are in this class too. They just like showing up late to it.”

Harlow looked down at the gym floor they were both walking around on after handing off his jacket to Raiden. They’d made sure to walk out of overhearing distance from everyone else, not that they’d care.

A group of slower-walking girls kept giving him glances though.

“It’s not like I can’t just manually separate myself.”

“You sure? Beth does soccer and Reggie does basketball.”

“That might complicate things.”

Raiden shrugs. “You’ve got earbuds. I won’t bother you.”

“I think I can do it,” Harlow gets out his phone and turns it off, effectively pausing the music. Then he wrenches the earbuds out and hands Raiden the phone-earbud combo to put away with the jackets. “Talk.”

“You sure?”

Harlow didn’t get a chance to answer, as Beth and Reggie had finally made their way into the gym. Raiden left to go put the stuff into the locker room as the gym teacher led everyone outside to the track.

Raiden caught up while the teacher was unlocking the gate.

“Hey, Harlow. You wanna set the pace?” Beth’s eyes light up with a competitive spark when they switch from his to Reggie’s. “We don’t wanna leave you behind.”

“I’d take any excuse to beat her time, actually,” Reggie returns the competitive glaring.

“Raiden’s got more stamina than you do. If I don’t kick your ass, they will.”

Harlow gets taken aback for a moment.

“Oh,” Raiden catches it too. “They call me that too, you’ve actually heard them over the game before. So they don’t slip up while I’m online.”

Harlow sends Raiden a look screaming, Would’ve been nice to know earlier.

Beth and Reggie didn’t seem to catch it, arguing over who was faster.

“I can… set the pace. Yes.” Harlow mentally cringes at himself.

That, Beth and Reggie listen to. Beth’s the first onto the track regardless. “Well, then after you, mysterious Yugenztch exchangee. As fast as you can go, don’t hold back.”

Harlow takes in a deep breath, thinking about it. Like you’re running home.

Then he takes off.

“Holy shit.” Beth says. “Could’ve used a warning!”

He slows down to let them all catch up.

“You, my friend,” Reggie laughs, “Are exceptionally fast. What do you do back home? Besides video games?”

“Run,” Harlow says automatically. “Walk. I don’t own a car.”

“Not even a bike?” Beth relates.

“No.”

Raiden, though, seems the most surprised. “You’ve been holding back on me?”

“You said they were ‘chill runs,’” Harlow has to remind himself about the accent a little too much.

“How long has he actually been here?” Beth exasperates. “Have you been keeping him to yourself, Raiden?”

“Don’t say it like that.” Raiden makes a lax face of… disgust? Embarrassment?

Harlow isn’t given time to dwell on the matter of Raiden’s facial expression.

“Oooh, not every day you see hot rich women walk up to the track,” Beth is practically craning her head to look toward the entrance, where a police uniform, the gym teacher, and a blonde woman stood.

Harlow stopped dead in his tracks.

“Dad!” Raiden yelled after looking over. “What are you doing here?”

Raiden jogged up to the edge of the track. People stopped running to watch, including Beth and Reggie.

Harlow’s breath caught.

People were speaking. He could see it. He couldn’t hear it.

Raiden turned back to look at him. Then their dad did. Then the teacher.

And finally, his mother stared into him.

He barely felt the time passing as she walked up, preparing for the electric shock. To show it wasn’t happening, to pretend to be fine, to prove he was normal. Normal around her, normal around people, normal being himself when he wasn’t.

She placed her hand on his shoulder. He didn’t even move, just stared back at her.

And it didn’t come.

Of course it wouldn’t. She’s not stupid. She wouldn’t attempt to in front of the police. She knows it’s illegal, she knows she hurts me.

He tore his eyes away for a moment, watching Reggie’s widen.

“Let’s go home,” his mother finally delivered. “Away from this bullshit. What were you thinking?”

She let him stand in silence beneath her grip before he found enough courage to finally speak. “I don’t know.”

“Don’t know what?”

“Don’t know what I was thinking. Doing.”

She bends down to whisper in his ear, “My son does not stoop to talking with the trash.”

“Yes, mother.”

And then she pulls away, and he follows as she walks him out.

“So he’s not from Yugenztch, is he?” He hears Beth asking Raiden.

Raiden took a moment to respond, “No.”

“Where’s the phone, Harlow?”

“What?” It takes him a second to realize his mother is talking to him.

“The one I tracked to find you. Where is it?”

“The locker room. In one of the lockers.”

“I have the keys, Mrs. Collins. There’ll be no trouble,” the gym teacher is the last one to speak until they get back into the building.

The gym teacher clears his throat as Harlow opens the locker, “Hey, kid. If you ever wanted to join the track team, I wouldn’t blabber to nobody. You run good.”

“No thank you,” Harlow shakes his head. “I’m not available most of the time.”

“I understand.” Harlow shuts his eyes as he puts on his jacket again. You never will.

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kind of a slightly sillier fanfiction style.

[uncannyprompts]

Title: "Happy Birthday Reggie"

INT. DUNDER MIFFLIN SCRANTON - OFFICE - MORNING

The office is bustling with excitement as decorations adorn the workspace. Balloons, streamers, and a "Happy Birthday Reggie" banner hang proudly. Employees, including Jim, Pam, Dwight, Angela, Oscar, and others, are gathered around a cake with candles.

MICHAEL

(to the camera)

Today is a very special day at Dunder Mifflin. It's Reggie's birthday!

The camera pans to show the entire office enthusiastically singing "Happy Birthday."

ALL (singing)

Happy Birthday dear Reggie...

Suddenly, the singing stops, and everyone looks around in confusion.

JIM

(to Pam)

Who's Reggie?

PAM

(scratching her head)

I thought you knew!

DWIGHT

(looking baffled)

Reggie, the guy who's been here since forever!

MICHAEL

(smirking)

Yeah, you guys. Reggie's been here longer than I have. And you know how long that is.

The office staff starts to exchange puzzled glances.

OSCAR

(incredulously)

Wait a minute. How long has Reggie been here, exactly?

ANGELA

(looking perplexed)

And where is he?

INT. DUNDER MIFFLIN SCRANTON - BREAK ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Employees are gathered in the break room, still trying to piece together their memories of Reggie.

KEVIN

(taking a bite of his cake)

Reggie always loved my famous chili.

DWIGHT

(nodding)

Yeah, and he used to sell me beets from his farm.

JIM

(skeptical)

I don't remember any of this.

As they discuss Reggie's supposed history at the office, they realize the details are inconsistent and contradictory. They can't agree on who Reggie is or how long he's been there.

PAM

(confused)

Is this some sort of prank, Michael?

MICHAEL

(defensive)

No! Why would I prank you on Reggie's birthday?

INT. DUNDER MIFFLIN SCRANTON - OFFICE - LATER

The office is divided into two groups, one convinced that Reggie is a long-time employee and the other questioning his existence.

DWIGHT

(pointing at Stanley)

Stanley, tell them about the time Reggie saved you from that rabid raccoon.

STANLEY

(looking befuddled)

I've never even seen a raccoon here.

Jim and Pam exchange knowing glances as they suspect something strange is happening.

INT. DUNDER MIFFLIN SCRANTON - OFFICE - AFTERNOON

Amidst the chaos and confusion, Jim approaches the camera.

JIM

(raising an eyebrow)

I don't know what's going on here, but it's like we've all collectively forgotten who Reggie is, or if he even exists.

Suddenly, Toby walks in, wearing a "Reggie" name tag.

TOBY

(smiling)

Happy Birthday, Reggie!

The camera zooms in on Jim and Pam's skeptical expressions, questioning the nature of reality itself.

JIM

(whispering to Pam)

I think Toby's behind this.

PAM

(nods)

Definitely. Toby's the mastermind.

As the office continues its bizarre celebration for Reggie, someone shouts out, "Somebody stole my spaghett" adding to the surreal atmosphere of the day.

FADE OUT

[chonidale]

tabitha not being int he finale kinda squashes any possibility of jabitha being one of the open endgames, doesn't it? jug and veronica really only have betty and archie, respectively, as viable options for their endgames. doesn't seem like much of a question of who would end up with who long term when there's only one option for either of them

we have no idea what’s going on with tabitha or if erinn shot something when she was in vancouver for 19 or if the real jughead somehow splits from 50s jughead and they get to be higher beings together, etc. but even so, they’ve given jughead and veronica each other this season too, as well as ethel for jughead and reggie for veronica (and betty for veronica, much to my chagrin), not to mention they can both meet other people. if you think the open endgame is going to lean bh’s way, i would really adjust your expectations

[cfdxspair]

“You know, after all these years I find it strangely comforting.” ( reggie @ luke )

Death and comforting were never two words Luke expected to hear in the same sentence - especially from Reggie. Although now that he and his band were able to play music together again and they weren’t forced to listen to Alex cry for what felt like an eternity, maybe the other was finally coming around to the idea that being dead wasn’t so awful. “It’s probably because you aren’t forced to listen to Alex cry anymore, but whatever it takes - I’m glad we’re now on the same page bud,” he replied.