#pogue parry x reader

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Romantic Pogue Thoughts.

Pogue issuch an old fashioned romantic. Always picks you up before a date and he doesn't just drive you home, he walks you right up to the door and opens it for you; gives you his jacket when it's chilly out; pulls out a chair for you; just a total gentleman at heart. Honestly, Pogue makes other guys look like losers compared to him, he's just that good and barely has to try to do it.

He takes things slow, even before you’re dating, but that’s just his way. Pogue wants to be careful with the partner he chooses, knowing how important this is., and at first, he just thought you were cute. Flirted a little bit, stole lingering glances when you weren’t looking, thought about you a lot, it takes a while to finally make a move. But when it got to the point he was having dreams about you and getting pissed when some other guy hit on you, Pogue figured this was more than a crush and asked you out. And he was so smooth about it too, driving up on his bike while you were walking home one day and telling you that you really should go out with him sometime.

"Like a date?"

"Yeah, like a date," he replied. "Dinner, dancing, all the classics."

And it's sort of the best date ever, Pogue walking you home that night, holding your hand all the way. He didn't kiss you at first, even though he wanted to, leaving you at the door and wishing you a goodnight. But halfway down the drive, he thought, fuck it. So he turned around, pulled you into his arms, and kissed you the way he'd been dreaming of for weeks. Now he gets to kiss you every day and he takes full advantage of that

Pogue is SO supportive. Giving a presentation in class? He'll purposely ask a perfect question that allows you to expand on a certain topic (and if he can't be there, he'll get one of his friends to do it). Got a game or event of some kind? He's right there, giving you a kiss for good luck. Pogue has read your favorite books, listened to the bands you like, knows everything about you and loves it all.

Very touchy, very affectionate, he always has to be touching you to some degree. Playing with your hair, stealing a kiss, holding your hand, an arm around your shoulders or waist, pulling you onto his lap. The coven teases him for it, especially Caleb, but he couldn't care less.

"Dude, how about you two get a room?"

"Hey, how about you get a life?"

He wears thick silver rings, some plain and some with designs and at some point, he accidentally leaves one with you. When you try to give it back, he tells you to keep it and calls it a "promise ring." It's too big for you to wear it on your hand, so you keep it on a chain around your neck and he loves that. The way the silver shines against your skin, the ring falling just between your breasts...always kissing your neck, playing with the chain, tugging you closer, the man is OBSESSED.

Some idiot hits on you right in front of him, to the point of trying to touch you, only for you to slap his hand away as he calls you a cunt. Pogue isn't even going to waste magic on this bitch, no, he handles this the old fashioned way: takes him outside, beats the hell out of him, and makes it clear what's going to happen if the guy ever looks at you funny. Then Pogue turns around and returns to you, promising that the bastard won't dare do it again.

He keeps a few pictures of you around at all times. One in his wallet, some on his bedroom mirror and in the garage, where he keeps his tools, a few more in a box where he keeps mementos of your relationship.

Pogue likes to write. Horror stories, mysteries, and historical fiction mostly. It's something not a lot of people know about him (he's pretty private) but he's actually a really talented writer and lets you read his stuff later in the relationship. And when you tell him how much you like it and how certain you are that he'll be published one day, he can't stop himself from smiling like an idiot. He will be published one of these days and his first book is dedicated to you, of course.

Very overprotective of you, to the point where you have to call him on it. Pogue cannot help it, the feeling comes naturally to him, but he does recognize that he can be overbearing at the worst of times and works on that.

Pogue struggles to open up, he's the kind of man who keeps his cards close. But by doing so, he pushes you away and calls it protection, his actions nearly costing him your relationship. Once he sees this and realizes how much he loves you, Pogue will finally tell you everything.

Loves seeing you in his clothes, especially his jacket around others (it's like he's claiming you with a silent mine) and his oversized t-shirts in private, when you stay the night with him. You used to bring your own clothes when you stayed over but they always seemed to vanish (hmmm, I wonder why) so you just gave up.

If you have a job, he WILL show up and very sweetly bother you. Waitress at a local place? He and the coven are there at least a couple times a week, Pogue flirting the whole time and leaving a massive tip (he also punishes any and all patrons who are rude to you and the rest of the staff because fuck that noise). Helping out at the school library? Well, he just so happens to be studying and could you help him find this particular book in a dark, quiet, perfect for making out the corner of the library? He'll be certain to reward you for it.

Calls you every night before bed just to hear your voice. Pogue loves your voice, the way you say his name, whispering as to not wake anybody up, smothering laughter when he says something sweet. It's his favorite ritual and he honestly can't sleep without it. The day you move in together and he gets to hold you and talk to you every night, my god, he's just in heaven.

Loves to take you on long bike rides out to some pretty place, quiet and peaceful. It's just the two of you, hiding from the whole damn world and being so, so in love and that's how he likes it.

Pogue is the first guy you brought home that your dad actually liked (mostly because he grew up with Mr. Perry and thinks well of him) and he's so smug about that. Wins over the whole family in a single night and comes over a couple times a month for dinner, always clears the table and helps with the dishes. Reid calls him a dork for this, but Pogue just points out that NONE of Reid's "meet the parents" moments have ever gone well and maybe there's a reason for that.

He shows you his magic through something beautiful: snow in the summer. You love snow and, wanting to ease you into the strangeness, he makes something he knows you'd like. At first, Pogue is so afraid that you'll still be scared, that you'll reject him. But all you do is kiss him, snow melting between your lips and making everything okay...maybe that's your sort of magic.

"I love you, Pogue..."

Pogue stresses a lot and you see that. You're always there for him, always comforting him and listening to him vent, taking up for him when others talk trash behind his back. And he loves that about you, loyalty is something he deeply values.

Pogue knows he wants to marry you about a year and a half into the relationship. Something went down and, instead of being afraid, you had remained by his side the whole time, his rock in the tempest of everything. And in that moment, he knew he wanted to marry you, buying a ring in secret and holding onto it until the time was right and he knew it was what you wanted to. And after that…

Happily ever after.

[dustofbrokenheart]

The Covenant: Not Ready to Go Back

Caleb Danvers x reader x Pogue Parry

Word Count: 1,053

Summary: Caleb, Pogue, and reader are returning home after a winter road trip. From a prompt shared by @dhampiravidi for these underrated boys. 

Caleb hit the tune button and landed on another radio station.

Pogue and you exchanged eye rolls. “Keep going.”

Caleb sighed but did as directed. “What about this one? I kind of like it.” His head bobbed in time with the beat. Even though he was the driver, he most definitely was not in charge of the music.

You grimaced and leaned forward from your position in the back row to change it for him. “Are you serious, dude? It’s already giving me a headache and it’s only been for ten seconds.”

“Hey! Quit messing with the radio and put your seat belt k on,” he griped.

“He’s got a point,” Pogue admitted as he elbowed you back. “I’m shot gun so I have better reach, anyway.”

It didn’t seem like that big of a deal to you, but you put the seat belt back on with a metallic clink as Pogue took over station surfing. Within a few button presses, he found a jam that everyone in the rental car could agree on.

Pogue drummed on his legs, always the slightest bit off-time, while Caleb went back to his go-to move, which was sensible head bobbing. 

The real event, though, was in the back with your concert, performance of one.

Movement was restricted not only because of the belt wrapped around your torso, but also because you were sitting down. That didn’t stop you from throwing your arms overhead, wiggling along and passionately belting out lyrics. 

You smiled when both boys cheered you on. “Told you that other song was awful; aren’t you glad we found this one instead?”

Caleb stared at you through the rearview mirror and rolled his eyes for a change. “I admit that this one is also pretty good. There. Happy now?”

Suddenly, a heaviness in the car weighed down the energy from moments before. You pressed your head against the cool window silently, shoulders hunched. There wasn’t much to see thanks to the inky night sky but the blur of stark white snow was still hard to miss.

The boys didn’t rush you and carried on conversation between themselves, ribbing each other on who had the best showing at the ski resort you’d left mere hours ago. 

And sure, it was only mere hours ago, but it felt like a lifetime away to you.

Sitting removed from them, individual words were tuned out and instead the tenor of their voices washed you. Both had low voices but Pogue’s was the tiniest bit deeper, especially when he whispered, and Caleb’s was more prone to rising in volume when he got excited.

If it wasn’t for the sudden headache forming between your eyes, it would’ve been prime napping conditions. As it was, you were too stressed to sleep.

Eventually, you worked up the nerve to clear your throat. The two up front immediately cut off their chatter, waiting patiently. For you.

“I don’t want to go back,” you admitted quietly.

The car became thick with emotion. Everyone got really quiet, the radio droning on in the background unable to pierce the heaviness.

Whereas Caleb had practice with sensitivity after having cared for his mom, Pogue knew his first reaction was usually to come off angry. Having learned his lesson after that fiasco with Kate in high school, the last thing he wanted to do was be too intense.

So it was clear that Caleb would have to start first.

“I’m sorry, honey. How can we help?” he asked sympathetically.

You picked at your fingernails, biting them even though you knew it was bad for you. “I don’t know if there’s anything you can do. It’s just…”

“… You have a lot waiting for you when we get back,” he guessed.

And you did. Classes were starting up again, which meant projects and tests were starting up. But what if one of the professors made tests the majority of the total grade? You weren’t the greatest test-taker and your results could wildly vary. Projects were done in groups so hopefully you were placed in a good one; you couldn’t take being the only one to do all the work again.

Possibility the biggest concern was the scenario in which you failed or had to drop a class. There wasn’t room for that in your academic plan, not to mention how horrible it would be to tell you parents about it. Not that they would disown you or anything it’s just that your expectations for yourself were that high.

Unlike Caleb, Pogue wasn’t compelled to keep his eyes on the road and knew you were on the verge of falling apart.

He reached to grab your hand and squeezed it tightly. “Yeah. School can suck,” he offered. You choked out a little laugh. “I’m always down for a cuddle, if you need it though.”

It was your turn to reach for him but the seatbelt didn’t allow you to get into the position you wanted.

Dipping your head underneath the section formally across your chest, you leaned as far as you could go and rested against Pogue’s shoulder from behind. 

The passenger seat cut into your neck awkwardly but it was worth it to have your cheek on his warm shoulder.

Luckily, you tended to run cold because the boys were always warm. It could’ve been a product of the magic but couldn’t say for sure. All you knew was that the warmth helped chase away some of the anxieties in that moment.

“Love you,” you mumbled. You glanced over to the driver’s seat. “Both of you.”

Pogue pet your hair comfortingly, content now that he had reassured you. Even Caleb turned away from the road to give you a brief smile. That is until he noticed you how you were sitting.

“Hey, I said ‘seatbelts on,’ remember? Seriously. Buckle up. We’re on the interstate, you know.”

“Fine. You don’t have to yell at me.” 

Despite your words, you really didn’t mind all that much. The both of them only ever had your best interests at heart and the rest of the drive went smoother with knowing that they would back you up no matter what was waiting for you in the city.

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I had every intention of making this fun and fluffy but, of course, it went straight to angst lol. Hope it’s still enjoyable. 

[my-name-is-alice-ayers]

The Covenant Part two @didiiscool11

"Who are they?" The girl asks.

"The children of Ipswitch," Kate replied with the same glazed out look everyone else had.

"Hey Kate," Caleb greeted her sweetly and Chloe noticed the way both girls kept grinning like fools at each other. Clearly this girl had a thing for Caleb like every other girl they went to school with.

"You're late," Kate runs past them into Pogues arms and Chloe can feel Reid wrap his arm around her shoulders pulling her close to him as he kissed her temple. She caught the girl staring at them as she waited for Kate to properly introduce her.

"Why are we here and not in your room," Reid groaned whispering in her ear his hand dancing softly across her fingertips making a smile curve on her face.

"Because it's the last day of summer," she murmured tip toeing up for a kiss, ignoring everyone’s else’s eyes on them.

Tyler came up behind them passing out beers which Chloe readily accepted.

"Just so you know, clothing in our room is not optional, I'm not walking in on any of this, when Chloe has her own room." Tyler laughed waving his hands at them.

"We were together for months before any of you even noticed, I don't think that will be hard, Ty." Chloe held her beer struggling to get the top off. “You catch us one time a year ago and you can’t let it go.”

"Who's this?" Pogue asked curiously his eyes falling to Kate’s friend.

"My new roommate Sarah, This is Pogue Perry, Tyler Simms, Reid Garwin, Chloe Cavanah , and Caleb Danvers." Kate smiled. "Chloe's on our hall, she's the RA this year so if you don’t have need anything when I'm not around she's the one to ask."

Sarah smiled at her, "That would be awesome, this school is huge."

Chloe smiled politely at her, "I'm sure tomorrow I'll be giving you the grand tour."

"Yea lucky for her she gets her own room, big thing with Chlo is curfew, so don't break it or sneak out because somehow she always knows!," Kate winked at her.

"I follow the rules so should you guys," Chloe felt weird all of sudden trying to shake that feeling, goosebumps rising in her arms.

"Come Chlo, we know you're just really good at not getting caught," Tyler teased.

"Yea Chloe's the bad girl with the good girl image don't be fooled," Caleb followed suit.

"This is the problem when you're the only girl in a group of boys," Chloe laughed. "What do I do that so bad?"

"Ask the guy who's got his arm wrapped around you," Caleb teased nudging Reid slightly as he took a swig from his drink.

"Hey Caleb," Kira weaved through the crowd pushing past Sarah and even Chloe couldn't help but roll her eyes at the desperation.

"Every fucking time," Chloe muttered under her breath to Reid.

"Kira," Caleb replied gently, the golden boy of Spenser didn’t have it in him to be rude, even to someone as awful as Kira.

Chloe watched Kira staring at Caleb with sex kitten eyes, "How was your summer?"

Chloe noticed the sad look on Sarah's face and something in her felt bad for her, "Kira, could you be any more desperate?" Reid couldn't help but laugh and the smile that spread across Sarah's face made her feel better.

Kira blinked at her before turning around, "Im Kira, you must be new."

"Nothing gets passed you does it," Chloe continued sipping her beer as Reid talked to Tyler.

"Sarah,” she replied timidly.

"Oh right from the Boston Public, Tell me how does one go about getting into Spencer from a public?" Kira grinned wickedly clearly making fun of her. Most of the families at Spencer had a lot of money, hence why there children were in boarding school, but there were a few transfers on scholarship and one thing Chloe hated was the snobbery that a lot of people had here.

"Stop being such a stuck up bitch ," Chloe earned, “If it wasn’t for your gold digging mother, you wouldn’t be here either.”

"Cute, you’re right, then I wouldn’t have been keeping Reid company at the beginning of the year while you were off in London with your parents," Kira laughed.

"Kira, you are fucking asking for it," Chloe moved forward pushing her back just enough to let her know she was angry. The two of them had been at each other’s throats since grade school and Kira constantly flirted with Reid to get a rise out of her even before they dated.

"Chlo, don't," Caleb placed a hand on her shoulder catching her sweater as Aaron Allbot rushed down. "Give it a rest Kira."

"Why don't you give it a rest, Caleb." He growled stepping between them joining the conversation, "I think Chloe owes Kira an apology... come on girls kiss and make up." He cupped Chloe’s chin making her shudder with disgust.

"If you want to keep that hand I suggest you back up," Reid pushed Aaron in the chest hard knocking him back hard enough to bump into his two friends that joined the confrontation.

Aaron barely flinched as if he stepped fixed his jacket laughing, “Come on man, you know she wants it.”

“Like Hell,” Chloe snapped as Reid stood up in front of her ready to throw the first punch.

“You losers make me want to puke,” Jared Emerson, another bully replied at the group.

Reid tipped his head back laughing, “Is that right?” The boys stared at each other, and Chloe could feel the power radiating off Reid as he got angrier.

"Hey, come one guys," a new guy they didn't recognize stepped between the two as Chloe reached for Reid's hand to calm down, "you were being kind of bitchy," he laughed nodding at Kira. "And you," he grabbed Aarons shoulder," she kind of looks like she could kick your ass" he pointed to Chloe.

He didn't seem to diffuse the situation as Aaron continued to lick his lips at Chloe,

"Tell you what Chloe and I can kiss and make up and well call it even," he grinned wickedly.

Reid started forward immediately going for Aaron but as soon as Caleb grabbed Reid’s shoulder she caught his eyes as they darkened with power. A split second later, Aaron's friend puked all over him.

They all laughed as Chloe felt Sarah pull her close to them to avoid the stream line,"Gross” Sarah turned her noise up.

"Completely, thanks for that, these are my favorite boots I would have died if it got on them," Chloe smiled at her, that familiar feeling of de ja vu hit her and she suddenly felt a vision hit her softly, fire washing over Sarah.

"If he touches you again I'm going to rip his lungs out," Reid growled kissing the top of her forehead interrupting her vision as he returned to her side.

Chloe went to speak but the music suddenly stopped.

"Guys! Dylan just called, he said he saw three cop cars headed down Old Dell road!" the D.J announced.

“Parties over,” Kate laughed as everyone began heading back to their cars in the woods.

Reid pulled Chloe behind him tickling her sides as she twirled around, "You can’t be so quick to punch somebody baby. What was Kira talking about anyway?"

"Babe, I spent all my time with you or Tyler, she's just pushing your buttons," Reid kissed her forehead again.

"So there a thing?" Sarah whispered to Kate and Pogue watching the two walk in front of them.

"On again off again...but yea, stir clear of him if that’s why you’re asking. Chloe standing up for you is a big deal you definitely want someone like her on your side at Spencer." Kate warned kissing Pogue.

"Awww come on Chlos harmless, like a kitten," Pogue laughed watching Reid suddenly throw Chloe over his shoulder as he carried her towards Tyler’s Hummer

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"Yes if by kitten you mean jaguar," Reid turned making Chloe squeal as he bounced her around, as she tried to keep her dress from coming up.

"I never hear you complaining," Chloe laughed her head bobbing around as she tried to wiggle free, slapping his butt.

"Thanks for that," Caleb looked at the new kid who jogged up beside him.

"I'm Chase,just transferred in, glad to help that guys a douche." He smiled catching up to them. "That was so awesome how he threw up just at the right time?"

Reid pushed between them with Chloe laughing, "Wasn't it though?" He tapped Caleb on the shoulder making him roll his eyes. Using in public was always dangerous and he definitely didn’t approve of how freely Reid did it.

"You guys need a ride?" Caleb asked coming up to Sarah.

"Nah, Sarah drove us out here" Kate answered for her as she kissed Pogue goodbye before running to Sarah's small blue Volkswagen. "Chase you can ride with us if you want?"

Reid plopped Chloe down in front of the car before pulling her to his lips, "I got to go back to my room for the night, you know Dylan does checks on the last night of summer." He kissed her slowly dragging her bottom lip between his teeth, earning a small moan from her.

"I've got to finish unpacking anyway...because someone didn't help me earlier," she smiled wrapping her arms around his neck as she ruffled his blond hair.

"Come on Chloe Doll, pry yourself away," Tyler teased as he opened the door for her to get up front. Chloe loved Tyler, usually it was her Reid and Tyler always hanging out. "When you coming to hang out? I've got some new books for you to read."

"Hey watch it, baby boy," Reid grabbed Tyler's beanie as he playfully jumped on him before he could answer.

Chloe watched Chase get in the back of Sarah's car and even Pogue seemed uneasy, the guy was probably harmless she thought to herself.

She sat in the car digging for Tyler's IPod as she heard Sarah's car sputter and die as she looked out from the open car door, "You okay?" She yelled over to them.

"My car won't start!" She cried, looking at the guys helplessly.

"Ride with us," Caleb offered rolling his window down.

“Where are they going to sit the roof?” Chloe asked.

"I can't just leave it here," Sarah looked sad they could all hear the sirens.

"I can fix it!" Chloe offered, climbing out of the Hummer wagging her eye brows at the boys.

"Chloe since when are you a mechanic," Caleb teased before noticing what she actually was doing. She winked at Reid as she rubbed her hands together before popping the hood of the car, she looked around for a minute pretending to mess with wires, before taking a deep breath feeling her eyes go black as she used.

"Let it go man, it's her life," Pogue noticed Calebs change in mood as he watched Chloe walk to the window smiling and laughing with the girls as the car instantly started.

"You take it so personal, she's just helping your girl out," Reid stood at the door, "Come on babe, cops are coming.”

Chloe rushed back over kissing Reid quickly before jumping back in the front seat, "She's totally wants you," she laughed pointing at Caleb as she fixed her seat belt.

Caleb couldn't help but blush, "Maybe we can double date some time," he teased her as Reid ran around to the front seat.

"Gotta bolt guys, Get in the back,"Reid pulled Tyler from the drivers side.

"But it's my car," Tyler laughed but getting out and sliding in the back seat.

With in seconds he was flooring the car as everyone felt pushed back in the seats, Sarah had managed to safely detour from the cops but Chloe could see the sirens in the mirrors. He dodged through the trees as Chloe continued to look back contenpltating using, she knew that the boys would feel it so she decided to wait it out.

"We gotta pull over man, " Caleb tiredly leans up from his middle seat.

"Oh you wanna stop? That will impress Harvard, if Chloe's dad doesn't murder us all for getting arrested," knowing just what buttons to push. Harvard meant everything to Caleb and as far as Chloe's dad he was definitely one of the scariest of the elders when it came to his daughter.

"Alright, what the hell lets lose them, cut across marble head, might as well have some fun," Caleb announces sitting back with a smile on his face.

"Take a left," Chloe points as Reid floors it and they head towards the cliffs, the cops getting closer as Chloe turned the music up laughing as she howled out the window.

A huge expansion of fog fueled in front of them as Reid sped to the Cliff, Chloe eyes flashed black as she smiled looking over at Reid then at the back, "it's going to take all of us, come on we've gotten this far," she smiled.

The car feel silent as she watched Tyler and Pogue use, when Caleb finally titled his head forward she felt the surge as their power connected with each other and Chloe braced herself seeing Cliff come closer, her heart beating fast in her chest.

"Harry....Potter can kiss my ass!" Reid yelled as they went over the Cliff and in a flash they gone.

[fanficimagery]

Imagine being the twin to Tyler Simms who was sent away to live with an aunt when the Sons of Ipswich first came into their Powers. But after many tears and hours of begging your parents to be able to attend your last year of school with your twin, it's time to go home and reunite with everyone you had left behind.

Author's Note: I'm pretty sure the whole fight with Chase happened their Senior year, but for the sake of this Imagine we'll say it happened at the end of their Junior Year. Sarah left because she couldn't quite handle everything that happened or deal with the weight of their secret, so she packed up and left.

This Imagine will take place a month before the start of their Senior Year at the Academy.

Caleb X Reader

Sitting in the rather dim lounge area of what used to be your childhood home, your right knee bounces in a restless manner while you scroll through tumblr on your phone. Your brother should be on his way home from Spencer Academy since your parents had left him a message to briefly return home since he chose to live in the Academy dorms, and you're looking forward to the look of surprise on his face.

You hear the distinct sound of the front door opening, followed by voices. Grinning, you toss aside your phone and push up to your feet.

"So what was the urgent matter that had your parents calling you home?" Someone asks. "They're not even here themselves."

"Shutup, Reid. They probably left a note somewhere."

Two individuals come to a sudden stop in the doorway of the lounge, one dark haired and the other blonde. Both, even though they've aged, are very familiar.

"Reid fuckin' Garwin. Oh how you've grown up."

"Y/N?"

"Hiya, twin," you then grin at Tyler. "Long time no see."

"Baby girl? Oh shit!" Reid laughs, both he and Tyler then rushing into the room. Tyler reaches you first, pulling you into a hug before Reid drags you into his own arms. You laugh as he picks you up, whirling you around. "When did you get here?"

"Yesterday," you tell them once you're settled on your own two feet. "Got settled in first before I let mom and dad call in Ty."

"You're back?" Your twin asks, surprised. "For good?"

"Yep. I couldn't exactly graduate from a school without my twin. Could I?"

"Yes!" Reid laughs. "You know what this calls for. Right?"

Tyler groans. "No. No party."

"Yes party!" You whoop. "Come on, Garwin, please let there be a party?"

"Oh, there's a party." You whoop again and Reid grins at you before looking to your twin. "See... this is why I always liked your sister, man. Even as kids she was the more adventurous one."

"Yeah? Well you're not the one who got weekly emails about her adventures in Salem. If we're partying, then you're babysitting."

Reid laughs. "Babysitting? How bad can Y/N be?" His gaze darts between you and Tyler, and both you and your twin simultaneously smirk. "You know what? Maybe we outta call in Pogue and Caleb. They like to party too."

You snort. "You just want more hands on deck in case you can't handle me. Aw, how cute."

"Jesus fuck. You really are the complete opposite of Baby boy."

"Oh... you have no idea."

For some reason Reid seemed to have the main driving privileges on Tyler's hummer, but you didn't even bother to question it as the two boys appeared to have some sort of system worked out where Tyler would complain about Reid demanding his keys before actually handing them over. You happily rode in the back seat to the beach and were looking forward to the party.

Stars litter the night sky and the beach is lit up with a couple of bonfires and tiki torches. The air is just crisp enough so it's not uncomfortable and the DJ stationed somewhere along the beach is playing the beats that's most popular with the crowd.

"I'm going to go find some drinks? Want one, Y/N?" Reid asks.

"Yes, please!"

Tyler refuses a drink and you smile at his innocence as Reid teases him. Three then turns into two.

"So when are Caleb and Pogue getting here?" You ask.

Tyler shrugs. "Caleb's running a little late and Pogue should be around here... somewhere," he says while glancing around.

You glance around, studying the party-goers to make sure you're not overlooking a grown-up Pogue. But soon enough, a voice coming from your left has you grinning from ear to ear. "Do my eyes deceive me or am I seeing little miss Y/N all grown up?"

Turning towards the voice, your eyes narrow as you study the guy's features. Tyler chuckles from beside you and when you realize just who it is that's spoken, you squeal and jump on him. As he catches you, your legs wrap around the his waist and you grasp his smiling face in your hands. "Pogue!" Your eyes dart all over his handsome face, your hands then grasping at his hair. "Look at your hair! You actually grew it out."

"What can I say, the ladies dig it." Someone clears their throat from your side. Pogue glances at her and sheepishly laughs. "Well... lady, at least."

Looking to the girl Pogue had glanced at, your smile widens. "Girlfriend?"

"Girlfriend," the mocha skinned girl confirms, lips pursed and expression completely annoyed at the fact you're wrapped around her boyfriend.

You punch Pogue's shoulder before dropping your legs and stepping away. "Way to go, Parry. She's a cutie." The girl's expression falters, her shoulders slightly slumping. "Y/N," you then introduce yourself to her. "Tyler's twin and long time friend of Pogue's. I'm totally not trying to encroach on him."

She finally chuckles. "Kate. And I didn't know Tyler had a twin."

"Yeah. I, uh, I moved away when I was thirteen. Now I'm back to finish out school with my brother and his idiot best friends."

"Oh... so you know the Sons?"

Her question is rather innocent, but the way her gaze darts to Pogue and the way she gulps give away her real meaning. "Yes. I know of the Sons. I was born into the Simms bloodline, after all. But the real question here, I think, is how you know?"

Pogue groans and drapes an arm around her shoulders, but before he can answer there's a red solo cup being thrust into your face and Reid smirking behind it. "Pogue and Caleb's girlfriends were kidnapped and cursed. They were brought in on our dirty little secret and then Caleb's girl split because she couldn't handle it."

You sigh and then laugh as you take your drink. "The Covenant of Silence means nothing to you boys, does it?"

Reid grins. "Don't look at me. It was all Boy Wonder and his Right Hand's fault."

"Shut up, Reid," Kate mutters, slapping Reid's bicep with the back of her hand.

You sidle up to Kate as the boys start bickering back and forth, you sharing your drink with her as you watch on in amusement. The both of you then end up perched on a piece of driftwood, side by side, chatting back and forth.

Three cups in and glancing across the fire you see a boy walking towards your group- dark hair cropped short, a small smile making a dimple appear, and a black peacoat hugging his form. Whistling lowly, you lean further into Kate. "So if I can't climb your boyfriend like a tree, can I climb him?" You mutter, gesturing towards the boy with your cup.

Kate snorts into her drink and Reid drops down on your other side. "Did you just ask if you could climb Caleb like a tree?"

"What?!" Your eyes widen and Kate cackles. "That's Caleb? Caleb Danvers?!" You whisper shout. Reid can only laugh hard in response, you then elbowing him. "Shut up, Garwin!"

"Oh man, I can't believe you want to jump Caleb."

"If you say anything, I will show everyone very unflattering pics of you when you were going through puberty! We're going to the same school now, Reid. Choose wisely."

"Fine... fine. I won't say anything."

"Y/N?" Glancing up, you find Caleb smiling down at you in awe. "Tyler didn't tell me you were gonna be here."

"Surprise..." you nervously cheer. Kate and Reid both snort, but it's Reid you push off the driftwood. Then quickly standing up you embrace Caleb in a more than cozy, welcoming hug. "It's so good to see you. I almost didn't recognize you."

"Apparently milk really does do the body good." The statement is muttered by Kate which then sends Reid into more peals of laughter.

"Alright, lightweight, I'm cutting you off." Pogue plucks the cup from his girlfriend's hand, he then passing it to Tyler who gets rid of it. Then pulling Kate to her feet, he gestures for Tyler to follow them while casting you a more than obvious wink.

Reid smirks at the both of you and you realize a little too late that you and Caleb are still wrapped around each other. Clearing your throat, you awkwardly untangle yourself from him and step back. The blonde then takes his leave with a muttered excuse which leaves you and Caleb shyly glancing at each other.

Tucking his hands into his jean pockets, Caleb makes a quick gesture with his head to follow. You do. "So how long are you in for?" He wonders.

"For good," you grin.

Caleb's eyes crinkle as he smiles. "How'd you manage that?"

"There may or may not have been some wonderfully fake tears. And some pouting with a whole lot of guilt tripping dad about distancing me from my twin."

"You always were the devious one," he chuckles.

"And don't you forget it." Hip checking Caleb only makes his smile all the more genuine.

"So what exactly have you been up to? Break many hearts in Salem?" He then teases.

Your nose wrinkles and you take a moment to answer as you sidestep some rowdy teens. "Believe it or not, I only dated once."

"And..?"

"And it wasn't what I thought it'd be," you shrug. "I knew the guy for a couple of months, we started dating, but it wasn't... I just wasn't feeling it. I felt uncomfortable and weird when things got a little.."

Caleb laughs, cutting you off as he steps in front of you and places his hands on your shoulders. Glancing down, his amused gaze meets yours. "I get it." You huff an embarrassed laugh, but he continues on. "Some people feel more comfortable dating someone they've known for years and trust completely before taking that next step. When it's right, you'll know."

"I guess. It's not really a priority. If it happens, it happens. If not, then I'm more than content to watch all the eye candy on Spencer's swim team."

"You know I'm on the swim team. Right?"

You waggle your eyebrows, laughing when you see Caleb blush thanks to the nearby fire lighting up his features. As the two of you fall silent, you watch as his expression slowly falls. His brow furrows and when he straightens up you see his eyes bleed black as a ring of fire erupts within. Gulping, you glance around to make sure no one is staring at the two of you.

"Caleb? What's going on?"

He breathes in deeply before his eyes return back to normal. "Someone's Used."

"Crap."

"Come on." His hand grasps yours and he tugs you along beside him as he stalks off in a certain direction.

You're well aware when his fingers tangle with yours, but you don't say anything. Not even when the warmth and roughness of his hand makes your heart beat wildly for someone you should not even be thinking of in a romantic way.

You glance up at him, but his attention is solely focused on finding out whoever is using their power. Others, however, have taken notice of Caleb Danvers holding hands with the new girl. The boys are almost discreet with their stares, but the girls are openly glaring and sizing you up.

"Reid!" Your attention snaps to the crowd gathering in front of you, Pogue struggling to hold back both Tyler and Reid- Reid being the most aggressive. "What the hell is going on here?" Caleb demands.

"Aaron heard about the new girl in town," Pogue shouts over the argument going on, his gaze briefly darting to you. "Said something about it not being long until... until he has her on her back underneath him."

Caleb tenses and your eyes narrow. "Which douchebag is Aaron?"

"Y/N, don't." Caleb says.

But you're not hearing him and you walk forward, you tugging your hand free of his. Pogue grins at you before muttering something to the other two Sons, they then backing off. "So who's the cocky asshole that's so sure he's going to get me on my back?"

"Oh, shit," Reid laughs. "You guys have done it now."

"If they hit her back, all bets are off," you hear your twin mutter.

Keeping your gaze forward, you seek out the one curly haired individual who's sporting a busted lip and grinning. "Who's asking, sweetheart?"

"I ain't your sweetheart, dick." You rear your right arm back, fisting your hand and swinging forward. Aaron curses as your fist connects with his nose, his buddies pushing you back as you shriek and shake out your now throbbing hand.

Pogue, Tyler and Reid all rage in your defense and you grunt as someone catches you. Hearing a chuckle, you crane your head up and find Caleb. "You done, baby girl? You're gonna start a riot, you know."

"Don't turn this on me, Danvers. I had to show these idiots that I won't take their shit lying down. Besides, I'm not the one who Used. Remember? Get after my idiot brother or Reid. We all know it was either one of them since Pogue follows in your footsteps and won't Use unless necessary."

"Mhm. Don't go far," Caleb muses, his gaze darting to the escalating drama unfolding just a few feet away. "As soon as I squash this fight, I'm taking you home to ice that hand."

You quirk an eyebrow at him, lips curling in a teasing smile. "Taking me home already, Danvers? You move fast."

He chuckles and steadies you on your own two feet, ready to go intervene. "You're gonna be trouble. Aren't you?"

"As if you’d have me any other way."

[thorne93]

The Newcomer (Part 1)

Prompt: You’re Y/N Beauchamp, daughter to Wendy Beauchamp. When you’re sent away to Spenser Academy, you have no idea what waits for you there...

Word Count: 1680

Warnings: language, violence, anger...

Notes: This is for @xx-multi-fandom-imagines challenge! Crossover of The Covenant, and the show Witches of East End. Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes and @carryonmyswansong. Wouldn’t be possible without brainstorming with @carryonmyswansong, so thank you for that, darlin! 

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Fate could be funny sometimes.

When your mom had told you you had to go away to Spenser Academy, you fought her tooth and nail. You told her you belonged with her, with your aunt and your cousins. But she put her foot down, something very rare for your mother. She grabbed you and said it was for your own protection.

You were too little to remember the strife your grandfather had caused your family, even when the memories returned. According to your mom and Aunt Joanna, he was a cruel man. They ran a rebellion against him, and it didn’t fair well for the Beauchamp family. He had banished all of you to this world, to Earth. Not to mention cursing your aunt and your mother, well, all of you really.

So then, with the threat of his return, your family had been in total panic mode. Wendy begged Joanna to find a way to protect you. You swore that you could defend yourself but she said you were too young, and too inexperienced, that you couldn’t fight with them or against the King.

Loving you and respecting your mom, Aunt Joanna obliged.

Unbeknownst to you, she called up an old witch family in Massachusetts. Their son, and others in the close coven, went to Spencer Academy. You assumed this was a random boarding school. Just some place to tuck you away. Your mom, Joanna, Ingrid, and Freya all performed a very powerful protection spell over you just before you left, another way of cloaking you.

Now, you had all your bags and you were at school. You settled inside a dorm, alone. All the other students had been situated since it was the beginning of the spring term. The girls had all been paired up for the year, leaving you to have a room alone. Which was probably best. If you wanted to practice magic, you didn’t want to have to look over your shoulder every freaking second.

The next day, classes began and you pulled on your expensive uniform and marched to class, your head held high, trying not to think about what you’d lost, what you had left behind back in East End. But if you were truthful with yourself, you knew that you being there would only worry your family and slow down any progress they made.

Here, this was your best option.

You wrapped up History class and headed out into the hall. You were juggling your books at your locker when they scattered across the floor.

As you reached for one of your textbooks, another hand gripped it. You let go of it and looked up to see who the hand belonged to.

A pair of deep blue eyes stared back at you.

“Hey,” he greeted with a kind smile. “You’re Y/N right? Y/N Beauchamp?”

“Uh, yeah, how did you know?” you asked as you slowly took the book from him and started to gather your other materials.

“Small town, small school,” he informed with a innocent face. “I’m Tyler.”

The two of you stood and you balanced your books on one arm to take his hand.

“Nice to meet you,” you said, a little shy. This guy was hot, like off the charts hot.

“Hey, what class do you have next?”

You put your books in your locker and glanced at your class sheet. “Uh, chemistry?”

“With Ragniss?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you confirmed.

“Awesome. That’s where I’m headed. Need an escort?” he asked, offering his arm.

Letting out a small, laugh, you said, “Sure. Thanks.”

“Anything for the new girl. I know it can be a little daunting trying to get around,” he said as you took his arm.

“Yeah, just a little. This school is a lot bigger than my last one,” you stated.

“Oh? Where did you go before this?”

There, you stalled. Your mom hadn’t told you anything about whether or not you could tell people about where you came from. Of course magic was off the table, but about your hometown? Was that forbidden as well?

“Oh you know, just a public school. A little bit north of here.”

“Right right. Well, welcome to Spenser.”

At that, the two of you had class, and he walked you to your next class, Calculus where you met Reid. Reid was a bit of a playboy, a bit immature, but he was funny and sweet nonetheless. He welcomed you with opened arms as well.

Reid then showed you to your next class. No one he knew was in there, but Reid promised he would be back to take you to the next class. You had to admit, having these handsome boys help you all around was really lifting your spirits.

By the time lunch came, Tyler and Reid invited you to sit with them, to which you met Caleb and Pogue. Those two just as dashing as the first two. Was there some spell here you needed to get in on?

All four of them easily made you laugh and made you feel welcome and at ease. Before you knew it, you’d almost forgotten why you were there.

When school let out, they asked if you wanted to go into town. They needed some supplies for their dorms and wanted to grab some dinner. You said sure, seeing as you needed to learn your way around town anyway.

All of you loaded inside Tyler’s Hummer, with you sandwiched between Pogue and Caleb, not that you minded. They asked what music you liked to listen to and when you said Rock, they cheered and high fived you. With that, they turned on White Zombie and the five of you enjoyed the music on the way into town.

They took you to the store, offering to buy you anything you may need for your dorm. Snacks, notebooks, lamps, anything at all, but you assured them you had everything you needed. After they gathered their supplies, you walked up the street a few blocks until all of you came to a little pizza place.

They asked what you wanted while Caleb ordered, then they escorted you over to a table.

“So how was the first day?” Reid asked with an eyebrow wiggle.

“Um, overwhelming,” you admitted with a meek grin.

“Ah don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it,” Pogue assured with a light tap to the shoulder.

“Thanks. I’m sure I will with all of you escorting me everywhere,” you noted in a light, humorous tone.

“Hey, just trying to be gracious hosts,” Reid said, smiling mischievously.

Once Caleb got the food and drinks ordered, he joined you all, sitting right next to you.

“These guys giving you a hard time?” he asked with a playful grin.

You shook your head, a tiny grin on your face.

“Well if you’re going to survive Spenser, we need to tell you about all the shitty people there,” Reid informed as he leaned on the table.

“Man, don’t start in on that, you’re going to scare her away,” Pogue said shaking his head.

“Hey, she’s got a right to know who’s cool and who isn’t.”

“Is anyone really that bad?” you asked suddenly, the first time you’d said much. You weren’t usually this quiet or shy, but with everything going on back home, and this group of guys being overwhelmingly hot and welcoming, it was jarring your usual confidence.

“Only Aaron and his crew,” Tyler interjected.

“The jocks. Or as I like to call them, the dicks without dicks,” Reid stated with a pointed look.

“Oh,” was all you could say. “But that's’ it?”

“Well you may want to look out for Amber, Rachel, Morgan…  Most of the junior girl class,” he replied with a sly grin.

“I think I’ll just stick with you guys, if that’s okay,” you noted.

“Sounds fine by us,” Tyler commented with a welcoming grin.

“And watch out for Mr. Higgins. He likes to give a lot of pop quizzes,” Caleb added.

“Oh, yeah and study the review sheets from Bradford. Her review sheets are the exact questions on the test,” Pogue told you.

You nodded, trying to remember all this. “Thanks, I’ll try to remember all that.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll keep you on the straight and narrow,” Reid assured with a wink that made you blush.

All of you finally got your pizza and drinks, and dug in. They inquired a little about you, and you gave them very little to go on, trying to be as vague as you could. Eventually, you turned the questioning around on them. Turns out they were all on the swim team, and said you should join the girl’s team. You told them you weren’t a good swimmer at all, but they said their coach was good, not to mention they’d help you out in their spare time.

As the night drew on, Caleb suddenly looked at his phone and said, “Oh, shit, I gotta go. It’s getting late.”

“Right, yeah we need to head back,” Tyler noted.

You all threw down some cash on the table and left. When you got to the dorms, Caleb didn’t join you. He told you goodnight, welcome to the school, and headed over to a gray Mustang.

“He’s not coming with us?” you asked as the four of you ascended the steps of the school.

“Nah,” Pogue said, shaking his head before he opened the door for you.

“Why not?” you wondered.

Tyler and Reid waved to you two, indicating they were going the opposite way to their dorms. They said a quick goodnight as Pogue accompanied you down the dorm to your room and his own.

“Caleb’s dad died, so he stays at home and takes care of his mom, instead of staying here in the dorms.”

“Oh, what’s wrong with her?”

“She took his death pretty hard so Caleb just likes to be there for her, you know, help her out.”

“That’s really kind, and selfless,” you noted, grinning. Apparently you’d found a good group to be around. Or they’d found you, rather.

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The Newcomers

Pairing: Chase Collins x Reader

Words: 2500+

Author's Note: Back at it again with simping over Seb characters! Fun fact- I started this a while ago and @thewxntersoldier has been reminding me that I have to finish it since he's her fave. 🥰🤣

You stand beside Sarah and Kate, hugging your arms as the chill of the wind brushes against your exposed skin. You listen as the brunette gives both you and the blonde a rundown of who's here.

"Who's that?" Sarah asks and points in the direction behind you. You follow her line of sight, seeing a brunette making his way through the sea of students with a grin on his lips.

"The new guy," Kate explains and your breath hitches in your throat when his eyes meet yours. You can feel your cheeks heat up when he gives you a small wave, lifting your own hand in return. "Ouh! Seems like you've caught someone's attention already."

Your cheeks blush more at Kate's teasing, her hand slapping your shoulder gently. You clear your throat and tear your gaze away from the guy, turning to face the girls once more. "Shut up," you chuckle softly while shaking your head, hugging yourself tighter as a shiver runs down your spine.

"Go talk to him!" Sarah encourages and you shake your head once more, glancing over your shoulder to see him walking around.

"I could never. Too shy," you chuckle softly while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Yo, Caleb!" Someone yells, causing the three of you to look in the direction the voice came from.

You glance towards the two girls as the group of four walks closer to you, hearing Sarah ask who they are. "Sons of Ipswich," Kate answers as one of them says hi. You notice Sarah checking out Caleb, a smile coming to your lips and you nudge her arm slightly.

Kate greets her boyfriend with a kiss before the blonde's eyes meet the two of you. "Who do we have here?" He grins and Kate glances towards the two of you, her arms wrapped around his waist.

"This is Sarah and Y/N," she motions towards you, "Sarah's my new roommate and Y/N lives a couple of doors down." Kate rests her hand against the man's chest before introducing the group. "Sarah, Y/N, this is Pogue Parry, Tyler Simms, Reid-"

"Garwin," the short-haired blonde cuts the girl off, pushing his way through his friends to hold out his hand. "Reid Garwin. Good evening."

You chew on the inside of your cheek as the blonde's eyes never meet yours, his gaze staying on Sarah as he goes to shake her hand. "Good evening," Sarah tells him and Reid proceeds to inform her that his grandmother has the same name as her, causing you to snort.

Pogue and Tyler's eyes dance towards you with amused looks on their faces as you press your lips together, moving your gaze back to the bonfire.

"Caleb Danvers," the dark-haired and brown-eyed man introduces himself, telling Sarah that she doesn't bring his grandmother to mind in any sort of way.

The two look each other in the eyes for a few seconds before a woman's voice speaks. "Hey, Caleb," the one known as Kira greets with a grin on her lips, stepping in between him and Sarah.

You roll your eyes at the girl's behavior, already figuring out that she's kind of a bitch. You zone out of the conversation as you wish you brought a stupid coat to this party. 

"Excuse me?!" A high-pitched voice calls out and you snap out of your thoughts, seeing Kira standing in front of you. "I'm talking to you."

Your brows furrow and glance towards Sarah for a few seconds. "Okay? What did you say?" You ask her and the girl scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest.

"How is it that both of you got into Spencer? Fuckin' airheads," she rolls her eyes.

"Okay, Kira, why don't you give it a rest?" Caleb asks, causing the brunette to turn and face him when Aaron shows up.

"Why don't you give it a rest?" He repeats, standing a couple of inches from Caleb.

What is happening right now? You think to yourself as Aaron and Caleb get into a little argument. The jock pushes the mysterious brunette, causing Caleb to stumble back slightly before the new kid steps in between them.

You watch as his hands rest on Aaron's chest before his gaze moves to Kira. "You were being kind of bitchy," he states and your stomach does flips at the sound of his voice. Your eyes meet his once more, seeing how blue his irises are.

You're snapped out of your gaze when one of Aaron's friends starts to vomit on him. You cover your mouth with your hand, taking a few steps back when the music suddenly stops.

"Guys! Dylan just texted and said that he saw three cop cars headed this way on Old Dell Road!" One of the DJsspoke into the mic, causing everyone to slightly panic before breaking out into a run.

You follow the group of friends, rubbing your arms as you cautiously look around. You've never been a fan of the woods and walking around them in the dead of night isn't exactly fun for you.

A jacket gets placed on your shoulders as Caleb asks Kate if the three of you have a ride. You glance to your left to see the cute brunette standing beside you, hands shoved in his pockets as he gives you a cute grin.

"No, Sarah drove us here," Kate tells him and Pogue asks the girl if he's going to see her once they get back. "It's getting late. I'm just gonna crash. Call me in the morning?"

"I could use a lift," the man from beside you speaks up and Kate glances over her shoulder and mumbles, "no problem," her eyes meeting yours before giving you a wink.

You hug the jacket closer to your body, shaking your head a bit as he introduces himself to Caleb. "Chase."

The four of you walk over to Sarah's car as you and Chase pile into the backseat. Your hand brushes against his by accident and you quickly pull your hand away while looking at him through your peripheral.

You can see the slight smirk on his lips as Sarah attempts to start her car. She lets out a groan before opening her door, telling the group of guys that she can't get her car started.

"What's your name?" Chase whispers into your ear and you jump at the feeling of his breath fanning your ear. A chuckle leaves his lips as Reid helps Sarah with her vehicle, his blue eyes staring into yours.

"Y/N," you whisper loud enough for him to hear, your heart pounding against your ribcage. "Nice to meet you, Chase."

The brunette hums in response, tearing his eyes away from you when Sarah finally gets the car started.

It doesn't take long for the four of you to get back to the dorms, your hands shoved inside of Chase's coat as you all walk down the hallway. Sarah and Kate come to a stop in front of their door, the brunette mumbling that this is their stop.

Both girl's gaze meets yours and the two give you a knowing look, causing you to roll your eyes. You and Chase bid them goodnight before the two of you continue. You chew on your bottom lip, trying to gather the courage to say anything to him as you grow closer to your room.

"What, uh, what room are you in?" You ask suddenly, turning your head to look up at him.

Chase quickly glances at you and shoves his hands into his jean pockets. "311, you?" He answers and your eyes widen a bit at how close your rooms are.

"300," you chuckle and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. You glance down towards your feet, seeing the beige coat you're wearing, and instantly remember that it's not yours. You begin to take it off when Chase stops you.

"Keep it," he mumbles and you stop walking, looking up at him with wide eyes. Chase licks his lips before biting them gently, his eyes roaming your face and body. "Gives me an excuse to see you again."

Your cheeks flush as butterflies swirl around in your stomach. "I- that's so cliché, but okay," you giggle and slide it back up your shoulders.

Chase shrugs his shoulders and chuckles. "I can be pretty cliché around a pretty girl," he flirts and you look away from the guy, your cheeks beginning to hurt by how much you're smiling.

"Shut up," you laugh and push him playfully. You come to a stop in front of your door, pulling your keys out of the pocket. "Well, this is me."

The brunette smiles and looks towards your door for a few seconds before glancing back down at you. "It was nice to meet you. I'll see you around?" Chase asks and you lick your lips, smirking up at him.

"Well, I have to give you your jacket back, so yeah," you inform him jokingly. You lean on your toes and press a gentle kiss to his cheek, your cheeks flushing.

"Goodnight, Y/N."

"Goodnight, Chase."

-

"Come on," Chase begs as the two of you walk towards your class, his blue eyes looking down at you. "You have to come tonight. The girls are going to be there if it makes you feel better."

A laugh leaves your lips as the brunette stops you from moving forward, the two of you standing in the middle of an empty hallway. "Chase, I really need to study for this exam. We can't all be smart like you," you tell him and you watch his tongue lick his lips.

"Just for an hour or two? I'm begging you," he mumbles and moves closer to you. Your breath hitches in your throat as the two of you stand inches apart, your chest almost brushing against his.

You look up at him through your lashes, feeling his fingertips brush your forearm. A sigh leaves your lips as you tear your gaze away from him and glance at your feet. "Fine, but only for a few hours!" You cave and the biggest grin comes to Chase's lips.

"You won't regret it, I promise!" He laughs while draping one of his arms over your shoulder.

"I better not," you giggle while leaning into the brunette's touch. "Also, you owe me a drink."

Chase smirks and leans down to whisper into your ear, "gladly." A shiver runs down your spine and you stifle a laugh, the grip on your books tightening as the two of you walk into the classroom.

You feel his hand slide across your lower back as you head to your assigned seat. You sit down in between Sarah and Kate, feeling their eyes on you as you get situated before class starts.

"So," Kate draws out and you glance towards her, seeing a smirk on her lips,  "you and Chase seem to be getting along well."

You lick your lips and glance over at the brunette. "Yeah, he's… he's something else for sure," you giggle while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"You guys should go for it. The two of you are definitely into each other," Sarah mentions and your eyes widen a bit.

"Oh, no, no. He's- He's just being nice. There's no way he would go for me," you stutter and look between the two girls.

Kate scoffs and pushes your arm causing you to giggle slightly. "Girl, that's incorrect. Chase is totally into you," she wiggles her eyebrows and you bite your lip gently. "We'll be at the bar tonight… try to get close to him."

"Yeah, we'll see," you mumble and glance towards Chase, his blue eyes meeting yours. You smile at him and wave your hand, feeling your heart pounding against your chest.

You, Sarah, and Kate walk into the bar as Chase follows closely behind you. You look over your shoulder at him and he smiles down at you. "What do you want to drink?" The brunette asks you and you nod your head in response.

"I'll just have a vodka-soda," you inform him and Chase mutters alright before heading towards the bar.

You sit down beside Kate at a table in front of the Foosball Tables. You glance towards the bar to see Chase leaning against it as he talks to the bartender. You bite your lip gently as his blue eyes meet yours from across the room, a smile coming to his pink lips.

"You're so smitten by him it's disgusting," Kate laughs while nudging your arm with hers. You roll your eyes playfully as Chase comes back with two drinks in his hand.

"For you," he grins, setting the glass down in front of you. Chase grabs a chair and sits beside you, feeling his leg brush against yours.

You take a few sips of the cocktail, humming in delight as the liquid glides down your throat. "This is very good," you giggle, chewing on your straw as Chase glances down at you.

"Yeah? Can I try?" He asks and you nod your head, pushing your glass closer to him.

The brunette leans down and wraps his lips around the straw, seeing the liquid glide up the straw. "That's very good," he nods his head after pulling away.

The two of you get lost in each other's eyes, the voices of your friends drowning out as Chase places his hand on top of yours. Your eyes flutter shut as his face grows closer to yours, his nose brushing against yours.

Your breath hitches in your throat when Chase's lips barely touch yours, causing you to pull back slightly. You bite your lip gently and clear your throat at how awkward you are. "Sorr-"

"Have you kissed anyone before?" He asks out of curiosity, feeling his thumb stroking the back of your hand.

An embarrassed laugh leaves your lips and you shake your head, avoiding making eye contact with him. Chase brings his hand to your face, lifting your chin with his finger so you're looking at him.

"Can I kiss you?"

Your heart pounds wildly against your chest and you nod your head in response. Chase's fingers glide along your cheek as he reduces the gap between the two of you. Your hands grip his forearm as his lips connect with yours.

Cheers from your friends fill your ears and you can't help but laugh during the kiss. You pull away for a moment to glance towards the other's, seeing smirks on each of their lips.

"Why don't we go somewhere else?" Chase mumbles into your ear. "I can give you a kissing lesson."

Your cheeks flush and you look up at him through your lashes. "Is it that bad?" You mumble and the brunette shakes his head, his thumb gliding across your bottom lip.

"Absolutely not, but there's no harm in practicing," he winks and you melt under his touch, butterflies swarming in your stomach.

"My place or yours?" You ask breathily and Chase smirks, dipping his head to quickly kiss your lips. Your heart continues to pound against your chest as he whispers into your ear before pulling you out of the bar.

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Taglist: @metalbuckaroo​ @jessalyn-jpeg​ @bumblebet-20​ @queen-of-mischief​ @thewxntersoldier​

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♡ Hobbies for the Sons of Ipswich ♡ because I think they need some hobbies beyond warlock shit/being hot, you know?

Music and wood carving. There's always music playing with Caleb around, mostly rock. His grandfather liked to wood carve, said that it taught him patience and attention to detail, and he taught Caleb too. It helps with being a warlock, woods can be used to make talismans and things, but he mostly does it for himself...and for you, carving a little charm and hanging it from a charm bracelet for you.

Writing and mechanics. Pogue loves to write and hopes to one day be published. For now, he's mostly scribbling in notebooks (always with a dark blue pen, it's a tradition) and he always has a notebook and pen with him, just in case an idea hits him. Of course he loves working on his bikes and on cars too, music blasting in the garage and his tools everywhere as he gets to work, it's so relaxing and simple compared to everything else in his life.

Music and running. He's always listening to music, much like Caleb, but he dabbles in it too. Plays guitar and piano and writes his own songs (which no one has ever heard/read before), records them all on cassette tapes because he's old school like that. And running helps him clear his head, especially when he starts to lose his temper and get lost in it. That's actually how you meet, Reid blasting music as he runs, stumbling upon a pretty girl and her broken down car in the middle of nowhere.

Art and reading. Ty is a crazy talented artist, mostly in ink and charcoal sketches. But he also dabbles in painting (acrylic and watercolor) and a little in sculpting too. He has a habit of drawing/painting on everything, doodles covering his homework but no one minds. And he's always got a book with him, mostly historical fiction, sci-fi, horror, classics, and (secretly) romance. Pogue actually likes to read too as they're always sharing books.

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Pogue Parry x Artist! Reader moodboard.

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a thought: you are Y/N, a stranger in Salem. Having moved here with your father from a tiny little town on the otherside of the country, you're hoping that the shadows of your past will not find you here.

It's supposed to be fresh start, right?

No more nightmares (that always seem to come true), no more monsters (they can't find you here), no more horror stories besides the ones on your bookshelf.

You get a scholarship to a local private school and reclaim your spot as the quiet girl (that's who you were back home so why not keep a good thing going?), always seen in the back of the class with your nose in a book or headphones on, drawing away...until you meet Sara. She's sweet and intelligent, you like the same books and music. With her friend Kate having transferred out of school after moving away, she's looking for a roomie and you're looking for a friend.

It's almost perfect, for a little while.

Sleepovers at your house, studying in the dorm, hanging out in the library on weekdays and going home on the weekends...it's all so perfect until the night your future and dark past comd colliding together.

Because the monsters have followed your here and the only ones that can save you are the strangers from your visions...the Sons of Ipswich.

[dustofbrokenheart]

The Covenant: Gains

Poly Sons of Ipswich x Reader

Word Count: 2,802

Summary: Trying to take advantage of their gym membership, reader starts working with a devastatingly attractive personal trainer. And his friend is pretty hot, too.  

The gym was still new for you but you had been coming consistently enough that you felt comfortable there. You knew what times equipment would be available and what times the crowds would be too much (week days 3-5:30 was like competing in the Hunger Games.)

Cardio always came before strength exercises because your muscles would be too fatigued otherwise. 

And on Tuesdays and Saturdays they played your favorite music on the loud speakers so you didn’t have to bother with headphones on those days.

Still, you weren’t an expert by any means. 

In fact, you were still hesitant to call yourself a gym-goer because you’d seen the workouts other people did and you definitely weren’t doing that. There was no strategy, you just did what you felt like doing on any given day. You were impressed by their discipline though.

Maybe, most likely, it would benefit you to incorporate some of that into your own routine.

The gym had a personal trainer program and you figured that would be the best bet—much easier than trying to figure it out on your own.

Poking around the website, you found the section that explained the process. The design was modern and intuitive, and it was easy to book an appointment: the only information you needed to provide was your name, the date/time, and what trainer you wanted.

The first two things were easy to fill out but the last had you a little stumped; you weren’t familiar enough with any of the trainers to request anyone by name even with the drop-down menu that listed out all of the choices. For a second, you were tempted to forget about the whole thing but luckily, there was an option for ‘no preference’ and anxiety levels dropped off as you selected it.

Appointment booked, you went on with the rest of your night, focus shifting to what sounded good to eat for dinner.

A week later, you found yourself in the gym’s front lobby, arms crossed and foot tapping. Since it was the first time, there was no harm in arriving early. The directions on the website had said to wait there for the trainer but so far there was no sign of them. Granted, there was still five minutes until the scheduled start so it would be unfair to start complaining about them just yet.

Rolling your neck to alleviate some of the tension, you paused mid-stretch, neck awkwardly craned like a gaggling turkey, when a man walked out. He was without a doubt the most attractive man you’d seen at the gym to date.

Thick dark hair that curled just above his ears. Warm brown eyes and an even warmer smile. Tanned skin that wrapped around arms that had just the right amount muscle: toned but not bulky. All in all, a good looking man.

You tracked him as he glanced around the area, looking for something—his eyes suddenly met yours and you straightened up in embarrassment—or someone. “Y/N?” he questioned.

You throat was so dry, it was painful to swallow. “That’s me.”

It didn’t seem possible but his smile grew even brighter. He stuck his hand out. “Nice to meet you. I’m Caleb and I’ll be your trainer today.”

Good karma most certainly at work here. How else could you explain being lucky enough to have the hottest guy in the gym be the trainer? Whatever the case, you weren’t going to look this particular gift horse in the mouth.

He gestured you forward with a wave of his hand and followed you to the main workout area. There was slight pressure to staying cool and collected with him behind you. 

“I’m going to start you off with some jogging to warm-up. Do you want to use the track or hop on a treadmill?”

“Treadmill is fine. It’s what I normally use.”

You stepped up onto the belt and fiddled with the settings to establish a pace you felt comfortable with. The machine started up with a loud hum and your arms and legs began to pump. Normally, you’d have your earphones in to distract yourself with music but they weren’t that day so that you could hear Caleb if he said anything to you.

Good thinking, really, since he did indeed start chatting.

“So how long have you been a member?” he asked.

Determined not to sound steady, you took a few moments to normalize your breathing. “About two months. But this is the first time I’ve worked with a professional,” you added at the end.

It was hard to hear his laugh over the treadmill but the hitching of his shoulders gave him away. “Thanks, but I’m not really a professional. I just have a training certification is all.”

Huh. Attractive and humble. If you weren’t careful, you’d develop a full-blown crush in no time.

“A certification sounds professional to me,” you insisted. There. That wasn’t flirty at all. You were merely sharing an opinion.

Jogging passed by faster than it usually did even without music. Evidently, all that was needed to make a run enjoyable was good conversation and an even better view. 

You powered off the treadmill and gradually transitioned to a walk and then a full stop. A single bead of sweat trailed down the side of your face but before you could wipe it away, only to stumble after being patted on the back by Caleb. 

Those muscles were not just for show.

You had mixed feelings about him giving you props for completing the warm up. On one hand, you were a little insulted because even you could handle jogging for ten minutes. On the other, it was nice to have him flatter you. And he seemed to type to mean his compliments.

“Thanks,” you said almost like a question as you plopped down to stretch.

“Really,” he insisted. There wasn’t any level of patronizing tone that you could detect. “You’d be surprised by how many people I work with that complain about running.”

“Really?” you exclaimed with surprise. “I wouldn’t say I love running but it’s not terrible. Better than swimming anyway.”

“Whoa, now. I’ll have you know that I was a big swimmer in high school.”

The friendly banter about the woes, or in his case, the highs of swimming got you through the stretches he showed you. Occasionally, there would be a pause while he corrected your posture but once you fixed your position, the banter started up again.  

Finally, you conceded, “I will admit that swimming did wonders for your shoulders though.”

He looked away with a bow of his head. He smiled but it was closed lipped, no teeth on display. Oops. That comment may have been a bit too forward. Rather than draw more attention to it, you diverted attention to the actual work out.

Seeming to be of the same mind, Caleb dropped it, too, and set you up at a weight bench. He must’ve have seen the doubt on your face.

“Don’t worry,” he assured. “I’m not going to have you squatting 300 pounds or anything crazy. Here. Take this and we’ll start with some dumb bell rows.”

He handed you a twenty-pound weight, the smooth metal cool against your palm. The weight was noticeable but not so heavy you struggled to hold it. A month or two of this and your arms would actually tone out pretty nice.

You peered subtly at Caleb behind you. You wouldn’t be at Caleb’s level, not just after a couple weeks but then again, you doubted most people could measure up to him even after working out everyday for a year straight.

Someone people had all the good genes.

You could’ve complained but found it much more enjoyable to appreciate the good view. In fact, it was the view that got you through the rest of the season.

“Thanks,” you panted around the mouth of your water bottle. A bead of sweat ran down your neck and you reached to wipe it off.

“You did great, really,” he said, the epitome of what a good trainer should sound like. “The scariest step is always to start so signing up for additional personal training will be a piece of cake.”

“Y-yeah.” Suddenly, your shoe laces fascinated you. “So…if I want to do that—more of this...do I choose you on from that list of trainers?”

“Sure thing. Or if you’d prefer to try someone else, all of the trainers are fantastic choices.”

“I think I’ll stick with you. As long as that’s not weird or anything…”

“Nope, not weird.”

You worked up the courage to look him in the eyes. Swirling irises of molten brown, you couldn’t help but be drawn into them. “Same time next week then?”

“Same time next week,” he agreed with a nod.

***

It had been a little over a month since you had started working with Caleb at the gym and what had started as one personal training session a week had turned into two, sometimes three. Improvement was happening steadily and you definitely felt a difference in your stamina.

Strangely enough, you were even proud of the small callouses that were starting to develop on the tops of your palms, under the fingers. They weren’t classically beautiful but at least you had proof of the work you were doing.

Having worked up the confidence, you’d also started doing some of the exercises Caleb showed you on your own. It was on one such day that you met him.

Another gym babe.

The first thing you noticed was his ass. Literally. He was in prime squat position and his short, though knee length and loose as they may be, could not hide his toned glutes.

You were embarrassed to admit that you were totally ogling him, like a dog looked at a prime cut of meat. You didn’t get star struck often, but damn.

The universe must have sought to punish you for the lack of propriety and your mp3 slipped through your sweaty fingers onto the moving treadmill, yanking the earphones out of your ears along with it as it flew backwards on the conveyor belt.

Recovering from the stumble your mp3 caused, you turned off the machine and gingerly picked out the music player, preparing for the worst.

Miraculously, the screen was still in tact and sounds was still coming through the earphones. You took another sigh of relief when you realized he was preoccupied by his own workout and hadn’t seen your embarrassing moment.

Something similar happened the next time you saw him a few days later: he was cooling down after having thoroughly trounced the heavy bag in the small boxing set-up the gym had. His arms looked so good in his cut-off tank (muscles and veins were all on display) that you froze with your mouth hanging wide open.

Another gym-goer did catch you that time but at least it wasn’t the god sculpted from marble.

You almost felt bad, like you were cheating on one of your crush’s with another which was ridiculous because Caleb was just a trainer and you didn’t even know the other one’s name.

Who knew that so much drama could happen in the confines of a simple neighborhood gym? Seriously, The Bachelor wished it could have as many good options as the gym seemed to.

***

You huffed as you pushed yourself up on increasing shaky arms. For a few seconds, you honestly didn’t think you’d be able to do it as your arms got stuck at a forty-five degree angle. Digging deep down, you managed to fully extend your arms.

“Nine,” Caleb counted. He was kneeling besides you on the yoga mat, counting, and adjusting your form here and there, while you did push-ups

Rather than descend slowly as was proper for push-ups, you collapsed to the mat with your arms squished underneath your chest. Rolled your head, you gave him your best pleading eyes and hoped he might take mercy.

That hope was misplaced. He gave a sympathetic smile and shook his head negatively. “Sorry, Y/N. We agreed on ten and by my count, you still have one more to go.”

“Can I not and say that I did?”

“Come on now. It’s only one more.” He waved his hands around like he was waving imaginary pom-poms. “You can do it!”

You managed a weak laugh. There was no way you could’ve say no. Your arms felt like they were burning but he looked adorable trying to be a cheerleader. An unbidden image of him wearing a cute male cheerleading uniform flashed in your mind and you thought he would pull one off well, what with his wide shoulders and sculpted legs.

Imagination got you through the last push-up and you groaned as you turned over on the mat, spread out like a star fish. “That was absolute torture.”

Caleb opened his mouth but was interrupted by a newcomer.

“Geez, man. You need to take it easier on your clients.”

Recognizing the voice, you found the other gym guy you’d been eyeing standing above you.

“Pogue.” Caleb held his fist out to the man who in turned bumped his with the trainer’s. Evidently, they knew each other.

Then they embraced in a full-on hug.

Okay, so they definitely knew each other. And it was hard to miss the parting caress to Pogue’s shoulders—what kind of name was Pogue anyway?—that was generally reserved for two people that were close.

Were they related? Dating, perhaps?

Your imagination fired up again and you wondered what they would look like wrapped even more intimately with one another…which was entirely despicable, you reminded yourself. There was no proof they were romantically involved, and, even if they were, it was none of your business.

The other two, who had been talking while you were maladaptively fantasizing, had continued talking and their conversation now turned to you.

“So who’s this?” Pogue questioned politely.

“This is Y/N,” Caleb introduce you. “They’re one of the people I work with.”

Pogue stuck his hand out to shake. “Nice to meet you. I’m glad Caleb hasn’t killed you off yet.”

“Hey! I am extremely fair with workouts, aren’t I, Y/N?”

“He is,” you said with a small smile, rocking on your feet. “Besides, he way too nice to ever become a drill sergeant.”

Pogue shoved Caleb lightly and Caleb elbowed him in return. “I know he doesn’t look like the type, but he was quite the drill sergeant back when we were both swimmers. He just hides the competitive instinct under his charming smiles.”

That peaked your curiosity. “No way, you guys swam together back in the day?”

“Spencer Academy was state champs three years running in our time,” Caleb admitted. “But nowadays I do my thing with personal training and Pogue more into MMA.”

“MMA?” you questioned.

“Mixed Martial Arts,” Caleb supplied. “You’ve probably seen him hogging the punching bags in the back.”

You most certainly had but you weren’t about to confess that to either of them. It would be too embarrassing and might even toe the line of harassment.

“You are more than welcome to share bags with me, any time,” Pogue grinned teasingly.

A thought hit and flowed out of your mouth before you could stop it. “You guys should give me a lesson sometime.”

“Oh. I didn’t know you were interested in that sort of thing,” Caleb said, surprise coloring his voice.

“Are you saying that you don’t think I can?” You weren’t sure what made you say it. It’s not like you were hardcore dedicated to trying it. 

Whatever the cause it had Pogue chiming in save the situation.

“What prince charming means is that we would love to give a demonstration sometime.”

Caleb down at his watch because of course he still wore one instead of just using his phone like most other people. “Damn. Our hour is up Y/n and I’m late getting my next client. But we can hit the punching bags next time, if you want…?”

“Sure. Uh. Does Wednesday work for you?”

Both of the men nodded and Caleb called over his shoulder as he jogged to the lobby. “It’s a date. Schedule it online and I’ll approve it.”

The word kept replaying over and over. Date. Date. Date, date, date. He probably didn’t even mean it like that but it didn’t stop your heart from fluttering.

Waving goodbye to Pogue wit a promise of seeing him next week, you bounced off to grab your phone from the locker room. There was nothing wrong with scheduling your next session ASAP.

It’s a date.

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Pogue boxing does make a fetching image. Pogue and Caleb in the ring sparring together even more so. Debating whether to make a part 2. 

Caleb always seems to be the hardest for me to write so I hope he sounded okay in this. This has been sitting in my drafts for a while and I decided to finally post it. 

Thanks for reading! 

[dustofbrokenheart]

The Covenant: Summer Drive

Pogue Parry x Reader

Word Count: 994

Summary: Pogue and reader take the bike out for a ride on a hot summer day. Based off of this great post by @saviorsong. 

The summer sun bore down on the bike with overwhelming heat, the paved road shimmering just in front of you. Despite the high temperatures, you found that you weren’t too bothered even with the helmet and full-length leather ensemble you wore; the wind whipping by kept everything nice and cool.

Not even your boyfriend complained and he was the more likely to complain about being too hot out of the two of you. You snuggled into Pogue’s back, your sigh swallowed up by the helmet.

The driving playlist was blaring loudly, a mix of John Denver, Stevie Nicks, and Tom Petty, among others. Folk and rock were perfect for tearing down the wide open road.

It didn’t seem possible that summer was more than halfway over. When you’d grumbled about it while lazing in bed earlier that day, Pogue had pointed out that the two of you hadn’t taken the motorcycle for a long ride since spring.

The idea planted in both of your minds, the bike revved out of town approximately two hours later and you’d been on the road ever since.

There hadn’t been a town for the past hundred miles or so—Pogue was keen on the back routes that day—which left only the Massachusetts country side.  

Green leaves and brown bark blurred together as trees whisked by too fast to track with the human eye. Yellow sunflower fields periodically popped up catching your notice. And every once in a while, there’d be a sea of red from a cranberry farm.

All the colors blended together to form a beautiful summer bike ride mosaic, one that wasn’t reliant on clear images of the scenery in order to be appreciated.

Pogue shifted in front of you and you felt him tap your hands where they rested on his chest. He tapped three time in quick succession, your signal that you’d be stopping soon.

Sure enough, he let up on the throttle and eased down a small road that lead to a lake. It was a small one, likely man-made, where all of the banks were clearly visible. Now that the engine was off, you noticed the low humming of insects and familiar bird calls coming from the tree line.

Kicking the bike stand out, he squeezed your thighs lovingly as you unwrapped yourself from him. You winced as you stood up on your two feet. Not that you would whine about it out loud, but all those hours sitting on the back of a bike had done a number on your lower body.

Blood rushed down your legs again, resulting in intense tingling in your feet. Your ass was definitely stiff and you tried your best to not walk with squeezed cheeks as you followed Pogue to one of the tables down closer to the water.

There was a handful of them and he picked one under the shade of a huge oak tree. Smart man.

With his helmet off, it was easier to appreciate the dark scruff covering his jaw and circling around his mouth. You would’ve been perfectly content to sit there, watching him, but then he turned to the motorcycle in a slight panic.

“Don’t worry,” he called over his shoulder as he ran back toward it. “I just forgot the food. It’ll only take a second.”

Ooh. That why you stopped. Waving him off, you closed your eyes and leaned against the table, soaking in the heat. Not that you were thinking about it, it had been a while since breakfast. And food would probably help your body to loosen up; well, your stomach at the very least.

There was movement above you and as you opened your eyes Pogue placed a kiss to the top of your head. He hummed, nosing your hair “Hungry?”

The lunch he’d prepared had ridden in the saddlebag along with the two of you. It was a good thing you hadn’t taken his sportier bike—it had significantly less storage space.

The bag revealed a container filled with ripe fruit, including strips of melon and strawberries (your favorite!) There was also tangy potato salad and slightly smushed wraps. 

You couldn’t hold in your laugh.

“I know, I know.” He scratched his neck in embarrassment. You’d told him when he was packing the food to put the containers on the bottom and the wraps on top to avoid this very thing. Clearly, he hadn’t done that despite his earlier promises.

You picked one up, peeled off the plastic wrap, and took a bite. “The taste is still there and that’s the most important part.” You paused to take another bite. “Besides, it’s getting more mashed up as soon as I put it my mouth.”

He snagged his own with a smile and sat down to eat. “Wow. I think that’s the first time you’ve forgiven me so easily.”

“Oh, hush. You’re lucky there’s melon and berries to distract me.”

He took a bite. Licked some stray mayo from his lips. “You’re right. I’m a culinary wonder.” 

The rest of the meal was finished with more light teasing, satisfied taste buds, and admiration for the lake scene.

“We could stay here longer,” Pogue offered, playing with your fingers. He must’ve sensed how sleepy and full you were after eating. The offer was tempting, but…

“I will actually fall asleep here, if you let me. We’d better hit the road.”

While you were talking, he’d started packing everything up. He was really spoiling you today. “Right. You wanna head home? Or do you want to keep going?”

It was a good question. You thought about it and came up with an answer quickly. “Keep going.”

He smiled and grabbed your hand. He didn’t let go the entire short walk back to the bike.

Bike riding and you were his two favorite things in the whole world. Combine the two and he was in heaven. So if you wanted to keep going, he’d be the first to agree with you.

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It’s still technically summer peeps! A bike ride with Pogue sounds great for this upcoming Labor Day holiday weekend. And he’s such a foodie that you know he’d make a super tasty lunch. Thanks for reading! :)

[dustofbrokenheart]

The Covenant: A Mess

Poly! Sons of Ipswich x Reader

Word Count: 2,497

Warnings: Slightly angsty 

Summary: Reader has been struggling with magic and feels miserable. Caleb and Pogue try their best to be loving and supportive. Requested by / in collaboration with @dhampiravidi​

Caleb trudged inside the apartment, the beginnings of a headache building behind his eyes. Taking his gray coat off, he followed the smell of spices into the kitchen. Chili, if Caleb had to guess. 

Pogue must’ve had dinner duty for the night. He made the best chili out of the three of them so they only ever ate it if he was the one making it. Sure enough, he was standing in front of the counter, his hair pulled back into a half ponytail, adjusting a setting on the slower cooker that was plugged into the wall.

“Chili?” Caleb asked, rubbing his forehead in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure.

“Chili,” Pogue confirmed. He turned towards Caleb, frowning when he saw Caleb massaging small circles above his eyes. “Another headache?”

Caleb sighed, lowering his hand. “Just a little one. They assigned me to that new case on Tuesday and I’ve been pouring over old court dockets ever since.”

Pogue didn’t say anything but he didn’t have to—the worry was clear on his face. Caleb was quick to smile and reassure him. “It’s like I said, just a small headache. No need to blow it out of proportion, Po.”

The longhaired boy wasn’t the least bit convinced, but didn’t push the lawyer further. Caleb was great at looking after people, but not so much when it came to himself. And if Pogue called him out on it, he would only draw further into himself. The key was to not bring it up and tread subtlety.  

“Okay, man. Whatever you say.” He sat down at the table, but not before sliding a bottle of aspirin over to Caleb who accepted it with a quiet thanks.

They quickly updated each other on their days. One of firm clerks was inviting everyone out for drinks next week: Caleb had said he’d get back to them after checking with the significant others. A real nice ’68 Chevy Nova had been brought into the garage for restoration: Pogue was excited to pop the hood and get to work. But it wasn’t long until Caleb noticed who was absent from the table.

“Where’s Y/N? She’s never been able to resist the smell of chili.”

“Rough day. She was crying when I got home and she’s been shut in the bedroom since then.”

“Crying? Why was she—” He cut off immediately. He knew, they both knew. You weren’t really a crier. In all of the time the three of you had been together, there was only one thing they had ever known you to cry about. “She tried Using again today.”

Pogue nodded, a severe frown on his face. He looked down the hall at the shut door, no sounds or light coming from the other side of it. “Looked like it to me. The spell book was already put away when I walked in, but she left the candles out.”

Caleb released a long breath and stared unseeing at the ceiling. How could he fix this?

Magic was a touchy subject. All three of you were witches and even if he and Pogue weren’t regularly Using, they didn’t impose their rules on you. After all, your coven had struck a different deal to gain their magic so they didn’t have to worry about you sacrificing pieces of your life whenever you tried to use it. But that didn’t mean they didn’t worry about you.

Using was…hit or miss with you. You had no problem performing large, high-powered magic. You had no problem blowing thing up or putting an entire bar full of people under a spell. But as time went on, it became apparent that you did not have the same ease when it came to more precise magic. And your struggles weren’t from lack of dedication or practice (you gave even Caleb a run for his money when it came to studying.)

The guys were incredibly supportive of your continued magic studies, but recently your mood had shifted and not for the better. After putting in so much time and effort, and still not having much to show for it, Using was starting to bring some emotional baggage to the surface. Seeing as how you’d been upset in the room for hours, they thought you were close to some kind of break.

Caleb tapped the table with his knuckles. “I’m going to check on Y/N and see if I can get them to talk to me.” He scraped his chair back and moved down the hall. He didn’t wait for Pogue’s reaction. He couldn’t. When someone he loved was struggling his immediate response was to talk with them and find a solution to the problem.

He didn’t bother knocking on the door—he knew that you wouldn’t answer anyway and that you had likely locked the door with no intention of opening it. Eyes went black briefly as he Used magic to override the lock. Normally, his rule was to only employ magic in times of emergency, but this definitely qualified as an emergency.

“Hi Y/N,” he said quietly, closing the door behind him. You were on your spot curled in the middle of the bed, body hidden under the comforter. “How was your day?” Your silence didn’t phase him as he joined you on the bed, wrapping his arms around you. “I heard you were practicing today, that’s great. I’ve always loved your drive.”

Still, nothing but silence from you.

He sighed and pulled the covers down so he could at least see your face. Your eyes were red and puffy but the crying was paused for the moment, your whole face lax as you stared through him rather than at him.

“Hey, now,” he whispered pressing gentle kisses to your forehead. “Come on, I want to hear about it.”

You pushed him away and he was relieved to see some reaction from reaction, even if it was annoyance.

“I really don’t want to talk about it, Caleb,” you stressed turning away from him. He tried to bring you back into his arms but backed off when he felt you stiffen up.

“It can’t be that bad.” More silence. “Just tell me. Please.”

The strong emotions that you had been trying so hard to hide exploded out of you and you were so upset that it wasn’t until after you finished that you realized how aggressive it sounded. “You want to know? Fine! It was a telekinesis spell. A simple freaking telekinesis spell. All I wanted to do was lift the frame that had our anniversary photo in it and guess what! And I ended up smashing it to pieces instead! There was glass everywhere and the photo is ruined, happy?”

You felt tears swimming in your eyes, whether from anger or sadness you didn’t know, and you ran with a huff to lock yourself in the bathroom. No matter what kind of tears they were, you refused to cry in front of Caleb. That would only make him more overbearing than he was currently.  

“You’re ridiculous,” you muttered as the tears started to flow. “All this time and you still mess up a basic spell. How can you call yourself a girlfriend to two Sons of Ipswich if you can’t even get that right?”

Caleb remained on the bed, looking at the bathroom door in grief. He had meant to help you and it seemed that he only made things worse. Sighing in frustration at himself he put himself back together and went back to Pogue who was still tending to dinner. There had to be something he could do, he just wasn’t sure what that something was.

“Well,” Pogue prompted, “How did it go?”

“Disastrous,” Caleb admitted. “I just ended up making Y/N even more upset and now they’re locked in the bathroom.”

“Hmm, that’s rough man.” A timer on the counter beeped, signaling that the chili was officially done cooking. Pogue took some ceramic bowls from the cabinet. “For both of you. Try not to get worked up about—Y/N will come around when they’re ready.”

“I am not worked up,” Caleb insisted. Pogue merely raised a brow and slid a full bowl to him. “Okay, maybe I’m a little worked up.”

“I knew it,” he smirked, pushing his long hair out of his face. “You can’t help it; it’s just who you are, man. But in this case, I’m telling you that you have to be patient.”

He sat down and took a bite from his own bowl, saw the worried look on the other man’s face. “I’m telling you. I learned this the hard way back in high school. Sometimes space is the best approach,” he said with a mouth full of food.

“If you’re sure…”

The two of them kept good on their unspoken promise and didn’t ask you about the incident again. You all still shared the same bed but even there they made sure to keep their hands to themselves, which you were grateful for. You didn’t feel the need for sex given your mental state. Just knowing that they were on either side of you was enough.

A part of you felt terrible for shutting them out, but an even bigger part of you couldn’t get over the hurt. Rationally, you knew that breaking the frame wasn’t that big of a deal. The guys would definitely fix it for you if you asked. Emotionally, however, you were a wreck. Productivity was at zero for the week. During the day you felt void, your brain numb. The night was worse, racing thoughts you couldn’t control as the continuous rewind of the incident playing on loop, preventing you from getting decent sleep.

Life was a mess. You were a mess. But there wasn’t much you felt like you could do about it; you were just hoping that you’d sort yourself out soon.

It was difficult for them for watching you going through it, especially for Caleb. He kept his word and didn’t question you like he had the first night but he hovering, struggling to master the need to make it better for you. Needless to say, he fed you breakfast in bed everyday that week.

Pogue was just as concerned. He never outright confronted you about it, that just wasn’t his style, but he did the dishes every day without complaint. He fidgeted more, even by Pogue standards. And unbeknownst to you, he was playing his guitar, something that normally happened when he was trying to sort something big out.

Somehow, he managed to hide it from you but he wasn’t so lucky with Caleb.

He leaned in the doorway, arms crossed. “How long have you been playing this one? I like it.”

“This week,” Pogue shrugged trying to downplay it. “The cords were easy to throw together.”

Caleb hummed and went to sit in front of the other man. Pogue started playing the tune again and Caleb found himself humming along after a few minutes. He wore a contemplative look. “Does it have lyrics?”

Pogue shook his head side to side, tossing his hair. “Nope. You know I’m not a good poet.”

Caleb nodded again, the same thoughtful expression on his face. “What if I wrote them?”

***

At the end of the week, you were slightly more recovered. The failure and unconference were still there but Pogue had convinced you to shower with him earlier in the day. It was nice to have clean hair and soft skin again. And you even managed to clear out your emails which always felt like an accomplishment.

“Hey, do you guys want to order takeout for dinner?” You walked out to the living room looking for your boyfriends. You were getting hungry and in the mood to socialize a bit more. For a second, you thought they were both out until you saw them out on the small porch. “Hello?”

They turned around with smiles on their faces and bid you to join them. It was a mild spring day and the setting sun left just enough heat to still be comfortable while sitting outside.

“Are you feeling okay?” Caleb asked, excitement just beneath the surface.

“A little better,” you answered eying the acoustic guitar in Pogue’s hands. Takeout cartons were arranged around the small glass table. “So…what’s all this?”

Pogue cleared his throat. “We wrote a song.”

“You…wrote a song?”

“A song for you,” Caleb further explained. “We’ve been working on it for you these past couple of days. Do you want to listen to it?”

“Y-yeah,” you said startled. This had not been what you were expecting when you came outside.

Pogue started strumming immediately, having already tuned beforehand. The pace was slower but purposeful, his fingers moving gracefully over the fretboard. Your heart fluttered, the notes sounding beautiful. Then Caleb started to sing. He was a graceful as ever, his voice blending in perfectly with Pogue’s guitar playing.

You were positively flushing. As romantic as the two of them were, they had never serenaded you before. In fact, no one had ever serenaded you. You were flattered. Giddy. Dazed.

The words touched your heart. The whole thing was so intimate, especially since they wrote it for you. They were pouring out the love they felt for you, the sadness that came with seeing you struggle. Unlaying the song was the assurance that things would get better.  

At some point, you’re not sure when, tears started to blur your vision. The song had barely ended before you threw yourself at them, hugging with all your might. The hugs were returned and you felt a kiss on the top of your head—Pogue. Caleb wiped away a stray tear that had escaped with the pad of his thumb.

“Sorry, we didn’t mean to make you cry,” he murmured softly.

“Yeah, sorry baby,” Pogue seconded. Everyone was silent for a moment when he cracked a joke. “You should’ve told me that my playing was bad, I would’ve stopped sooner.”

You slapped his chest with no real force behind it. “Shut up. I loved it. These are tears of happiness.”

“That’s a relief. We’ve been worried about you, you know.”

You relaxed into their grasp, the oranges and pinks in the dusk sky further calming you. “I know. I tried to shake it off and be rational about it but I couldn’t. I’ve been…struggling.”

“We know. It’s alright. We’re here for you through the good times and the bad,” he promised.

“I j-just feel like a failure and I don’t want you to be embarrassed of me because I—”

“Stop it. We could never, never be embarrassed of you. You’re strong and kind and smart; what’s not to love?”

“Face facts, baby, you’re stuck with us for as long as you’ll have us.”

More tears gathered. “I love you two goofs.”

“I love you, too,” they said simultaneously, leaning in on either side to press a kiss to your cheek.

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First poly fic I’ve written/published. Thanks so much for reading! And thanks to Jayn for the idea! 😊 If you want more Caleb content, here’s a recent fic of mine. Check it out! If you want more poly content, let me know that too. 

[dustofbrokenheart]

The Covenant: Top Anon

Pogue Parry x Reader

Word Count: 2,288

Summary: You have a loyal follower who comments on every post under your food blog. Just who is your favorite follower and why is the new grocery boy kinda cute too?

It was a new year and the start of a new you. Well, that is, a you who was trying new things.

In the past, you always made resolutions, but that spirit ran out before the month of January was even done. But after the particularly rough time of the past year, you swore that this time would be different, that you would make a serious effort to do something new.

It was that determination that led your current situation—your kitchen countertops were covered with ingredients and cooking utensils, your cell phone resting on a near by tripod for filming purposes.

The goal for this year was to try running a blog, and since you were a bit of a foodie, it made a lot of sense to center the blog around cooking and food. The idea came to you quickly; the hard part was deciding on a name, which took a while.

Eventually, you settled on The Foodiest. Naming was not one of your strong suits, but it was enough to get the point clearly across to potential viewers.

Choosing the layout design was on the same level of easy as deciding and didn’t take more than a day or two to implement on your site. Thank goodness for the existence of pre-made layout templates that saved you the effort of having to code everything yourself.  

With of the work on that end finished, the day had finally come for you to actually cook something to post about. Seeing as how January was a cold, winter month, you chose to make mashed sweet potatoes. Not only was it one of your favorite winter side dishes, it wasn’t hard to make either, giving you the confidence that even if your writing was lackluster, at least the food would look good.

Most of the blogs you were familiar with used a combination of text and photos for readers to follow along with, but you were going to try video in place of images. You sometimes struggled to copy based on what was shown in the photo, especially when you first started cooking, so you hoped video would make it easier on budding chefs who came across your content.

Luckily, the video would be sped up and lapsed for the final post to spare people from having to watch the monotonous parts in full length.

Hands on your hips, you surveyed everything one last time to make sure it was all ready. With a satisfied nod you reached forward to tap the large, red record button on the phone.  

You debated whether or not to talk while filming but decided against it. You were nervous enough posting to the blog without having the added stress of talking.

Everything happened in its regular order: you started by peeling and chopping the potatoes, a basic step, but you took your time doing it, paranoid as ever that you would cut yourself with the knife. Next you boiled the bright orange chunks in a pot of water; then put them in a mixing bowl once they were cooked. And finally used an electric mixer to blend it all nice and smooth, adding in milk, brown sugar, and cinnamon.  

Swiping your pointer finger through the finished product, you hummed with delight at the delicious, sweet taste. You pulled out a presentable bowl from the cupboard and spooned some orange fluff into it for the final reveal. Reaching blindly towards the far end of the counter you grabbed a bag of pecans to top off the mashed sweet potatoes. You scrutinized it and added more pecans for good measure.

Doing something in front of a camera was very different than doing the same thing on a normal day. Tension leeched out of your shoulders and you exhaled loudly with your head leaned back. A sense of pride warmed your chest, especially as you returned your gaze to the picturesque bowl. It looked great and tasted even better.

There was a large portion of leftovers because the recipes you used were collected from family and meant to feed small armies of people. You did your best to eat what you could and made plans sharing the rest with friends and coworkers later.

A few days after you published the post, you decided to check the stats on your account dashboard to see what the public response to it was, if there was any at all. Google analytics was useful for counting the total number of views it received while the blog site itself tracked the likes and… a comment?

Initial shock gave way to a bolt of excitement that had your fingers tingling with energy. You clicked to read it, wondering what it may say. Fingers crossed it was something good, whether it came in the form of a compliment or some constructive criticism.

Anonymous: wow good job

The chair creaked as you sat back slowly. You didn’t know how to read that, there wasn’t a whole lot to go on. Wow good job, said sarcastically? Wow good job, said excitedly? It didn’t help that the commenter didn’t believe in using punctuation either. And since it was submitted anonymously, there was no easy way to track down who sent it.

But maybe you were being too paranoid about it. You decided to take it as a compliment and cracked your fingers before firing off a response.

Foodiest: Thanks anon! I had a lot of fun with this dish. Hope you tune in for the next one :)

Anonymous never followed up with that particular exchange but they commented on every post without fail for the next two months.

Anonymous: nevr had white chili before it was good

Anonymous: the stuffed pepper were good

Anonymous: good call with the shrimp

Of course, all of the messages were sent as anonymous, so there was no 100% guarantee that it was the same person, but your gut feeling told you that it was. Who else had no respect for grammar rules and religiously used ‘good’ as their only descriptor?

You grew to expect, and enjoy, the weekly comment left by anon and made sure to leave a nice response in return. It was hard not to feel a connection to someone who took the time to try your recipes and leave a nice message. If only you could figure out who it was or at least have a name for them besides anonymous.

Foodiest: I’m glad you liked the recipe! My gramma swore by mayo when making grilled cheese. Thanks for always liking my stuff, if you ever want to talk more feel free to message me!

There. Maybe that would make them feel comfortable to give you their name you thought as you powered down your laptop for the night.

You spent the next couple of days leading up to the new post planning on what recipe to cook. Yep. Definitely not hoping for more information about anon.

For this newest post you decided to make some Indian curry, one of your favorites. Even long after you finished cooking, taping, and cleaning, the potent scent of spices was still heavy in the air, like aromatic nirvana that had your mouth watering even with a full stomach.

You tried your best not to refresh the post every few minutes to see if anon commented but it was tough. It turned out that you didn’t have to wait long as they left a comment within twenty minutes.

Anonymous: havent cooked this yet but looks good. Never really had indian before so have to go buy the stufff first – po

Anon finally gave up a name! You let out a happy noise and read it again. Po… short and to the point, just like all of the previous responses had led you to think about them. There was no time to waste, you hurried to write back, initial typos all over the place as the words out-paced your fingers.

Foodiest: Hi Po! It’s nice to have a name to put with your words. I would recommend going to an Asian Market for the spices, they’re more likely to carry them. Let me know how it goes for you :)

Since that conversation, Po and you chatted frequently about the weekly recipe choice, whether or not it looked good and if Po had plans to make it themselves, which they often did. Po seemed to like all types of food; vegetarian, meats, drinks, desserts, even ethnic dishes from places as far off as Bolivia and Morocco.

And the longer you two talked, the more frequent the messaging became. Whereas in the beginning Po would only submit a compliment that you would follow up with a ‘thank you’, it had turned into lengthy back and forths that took up a majority of the comment section for each post. More followers joined as the months went by and you hoped that they weren’t intimidated by your blatant favoritism but it was just so easy to talk with Po. If you were being honest with yourself though, it wasn’t only that it was easy… you genuinely liked talking to them.

Every time you made a new post it was difficult to not refresh the page every few minutes to see if they had left a message. And when they did, it was like a shot of electricity straight into the system where your heart would jolt and your face would flood with heat. You were hesitant to say it was a crush given that you didn’t know what they actually looked like and the computer screen barrier made it so you were content to define it as friendship.

Pushing those thoughts aside, you grabbed your wallet and keys while putting on shoes so you could make a quick run to the store. You had big plans to make some buffalo chicken wings for the blog this week and you needed to stop by the store to pick up some ingredients that you didn’t have, namely Frank’s Original Red for the buffalo sauce and blue cheese for the dip. Being an adult and responsible for your own grocery shopping was a chore at times. 

Luckily, Winter had thawed out into Spring so there was no need for you to warm up or car or scrape your windows. You just hopped in and drove the four blocks it took to get to the store. The plan was to cross the stuff for the wings off of your list first and then browse around for some good snacks to tide you over for the next week or so. Things were going according to plan until you saw him.

A tall boy wearing an employee apron stood in front of the cracker section, his jaw line and soft looking long hair catching your eye. Then he reached up to the tallest shelf to restock some boxes his arms flexing slightly to show off his heavy biceps and his shirt rode up, exposing deep cut ridges in his lower abdomen. To put it simply, you were starstruck.

He finished with the boxes he had in-hand and went to grab more from the cart at his side when you noticed your blatant ogling. Rather than confront you about it he merely smiled and moved out of the way so that you could get to the brand that you wanted. Choking from embarrassment, you kept your head down and threw a box of Goldfish into your shopping cart, speeding to get out of the aisle and his presence.

The store was a small local business and you frequented enough to know most of the workers there but you didn’t recognize this one, meaning that he must be new. What a way to make a first impression on him. Clearly your constitution was no match for his rugged, good looks. Then he was polite enough not to comment on you objectifying him which somehow made you feel even worse about it.

You decided to end the shopping trip almost immediately knowing that you were too spooked to continue shopping lest you run into him again.

You rolled the shopping cart into an open check-out lane and started putting your things on the conveyor for the cashier to scan. It just so happened that you knew the cashier—she was a middle-aged lady who’d been at the store for nearly two years. “Hi, Y/N. Find everything you needed?”

“Hey, Eva. Yes, I did.” You tried to steady yourself. Eva had a notoriously sharp eye and wouldn’t hesitate to question you if you looked off.

She left you alone today, engaging in normal chit chat, until she had trouble scanning the bottle of Frank’s hot sauce. Eva frowned when it didn’t want to scan and tried again but the bottle slipped from her hands and the neck of it shattered. Eva cursed and huffed, hurrying to throw the bottle into the trash before more leaked onto the register.

“I am so sorry, hun! I’ll get you another.”

“It was an accident,” you assured. “I can get it myself—"

“Not a problem,” she assured you with a wink. She pulled a walkie from her hip and spoke into it. “Hey, bring me a bottle of Frank’s Original Red Hot Sauce. Quick.”

You barely had time to don your awkward smile as she talked about how her neighbor’s dog kept pooping in her yard when the guy from the cracker aisle walked up behind Eva and handed a bottle of hot sauce to her. She took it and patted his back to get him to move forward.

“Thanks, hun. Y/N this is the new grocery boy—”

“Pogue,” he interrupted. “My name is Pogue.”

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Another fic where they know each other but don’t know that they do. This time featuring Pogue and his fandom accepted interest in food. I picture him to have bad messaging skills — his fingers struggle with those tiny phone buttons. 

[dustofbrokenheart]

The Covenant: Study Habits

Pogue Parry x Reader

Word Count: 2,095

Summary: You are stressing about finals and need to study. When Pogue graciously volunteers to be your study buddy, you don’t refuse the offer. 

Silence and solitude, you decided, were your ideal conditions for studying for finals. Spencer Academy was a fairly serious institution given its status as a prep school, but the library and various common areas tended to transform into social scenes, especially during this point in the semester. As much as you enjoyed the chatter and laughs, you really needed to study in order to pass your physics final and make the honor roll.

At first you tried moving your studying to your dorm, which was definitely quieter, but it didn’t exactly give off study vibes either. It was way too easy to take a nap or raid your snack stash or eavesdrop on conversations that were happening in the hallway.

You looked and looked for a good spot and you finally found it in the discovery of the school’s shop classroom. Not many students at Spencer took wood or metal shop that you were aware of and you were a little surprised those classes were offered at all. The room itself was tucked away in a dim basement that shared space with random storage rooms and an unused bomb shelter, a relic leftover from the 1940s.

The day you found it was also the day you found out that the room’s door wasn’t locked by the teacher, which wasn’t good from a security standpoint, but made entering very easy for you whenever you dropped by after hours to study.

Being a shop classroom, it was mostly open space and machinery, not unlike a garage situation. You were extra careful not to disturb any of the projects-in-progress, even though some of them looked really cool, and avoided all of the tools, most of which you couldn’t name much less identify.

But there were a couple of waist high counter tables along one wall so you could sit down. The height was just right where you could alternate between sitting on a stool and standing on your feet which was honestly better for your circulation. Most importantly, it was abandoned at this time of night and that meant no distractions.

The sneaking around continued for a couple of days until your anxiety had had enough, prompting you to find out the teacher’s information so that you could email them and ask formal permission to use the room when school wasn’t in session. Mr. Clarke seemed happy enough to let you use it and you decided you liked him even though you had never met in person.

It wasn’t even until the second week of studying down there that you finally saw someone other than yourself. You had just finished dinner and made the trek from the dorms to the shop room when you noticed them. A radio played softly in the distance but as you got closer and closer to your spot, you figured out that it was coming from the room.

You paused just outside the door and debated whether you should still go in or not; you really needed to get through some practice problems, but would you still be as productive if someone else was in there? You really should do these problems. Besides, maybe the other person would leave soon.

The metal handle clicked as you opened the door.

A small boombox was blaring some Green Day out of its speakers and figure in a black tee sat next to it fiddling with a hand drill.

Wanting to get his attention before the drill started up you cleared your throat loudly.

Beautiful hazel eyes locked onto you immediately and you felt a little breathless. That was before he turned fully around and you were better able to appreciate his toned chest and arms through the black fabric of his shirt, small barely detectable sawdust particles attached themselves to his jeans.

“Hey there,” he greeted with a raised hand.

Of all people to run into you couldn’t believe that it was Pogue Parry, one of, and in your opinion, the student body’s top eye candies. Dazzled, all you managed was a timid wave back.

He cocked his head, his shaggy hair falling slightly to the side. “I’ve never seen you before.”

Come on, Y/N. Get it together and answer the boy.

“Actually, we have—”

“Physics together,” he finished with a smile. “I know. I meant down here in the shop.”

Your face felt like it was on fire. He recognized you! A Son of Ipswich noticed that you were in a class with him and you were so excited that you managed to ignore the fact that you had misunderstood him. “You’re right about that. I’ve only been coming here for, like, a week. I got permission to study here.”

“Cool. Mr. Clarke is a sweetheart so I’m not surprised.”

Trying to get back on track you asked, “How long do you think you’ll be working on that?”

Both of you looked at the drill.

��You probably want it quiet, huh? I can stop for today, this is just a side project I’m doing anyway, it’s gonna be a tv stand when it’s done. Definitely not as important as a final.”

As much as you felt bad for interrupting him and essentially taking over his spot, you took him up on his offer. He was now the hottest and kindest classmate in your mind. You dropped you backpack on the floor and spread your papers across the countertop trying your best to sneak peeks at Pogue where he was cleaning up a few feet away.

When he finished, he walked over. “What class are you studying for?”

“Physics.”

“No way!” He pulled up a stool and straddled it opposite of you.

It made you nervous to have him watch you write and when he pointed out a mistake you made, you felt like crawling into a hole. The eraser left behind eraser shavings as you corrected the error.

“Hey, wanna work together?” he asked either not noticing your embarrassment or choosing to ignore it.

“Sure,” you said with a shaky voice.

“Cool.”

He wasted no time and grabbed his own copy of the packet, clicking open a pen, ready to go.

You moved to the next problem and read it out loud.

“A block weighing 200 N is pushed along a surface. If it takes 80 N to get the block moving and 40 N to keep the block moving at a constant velocity, what are the coefficients of friction μs and μk?”

Pogue hunched over, quickly working it out when he noticed you sitting still, rubbing the end of your pencil against your mouth. Scooching over to your side of the counter he showed you his work and walked you through his steps.

“Wow, you’re really good at this.”

He laughed off the compliment. “Nah, I promise you I’m a pretty stupid student.”

“But you finished this problem in under a minute,” you insisted. “Meanwhile, I would’ve been stuck for hours and still have gotten it wrong.”

He stared at you and even though you couldn’t get a good read on him, it was too easy to get lost in his eyes. Eventually, he spoke.

“I don’t want to throw off your groove of anything, but maybe we can study together.”

Was this a dream? Because an invitation like that only happened in your fantasies.

“But I don’t know how that benefits you—you seem to a good handle on it already,” you admitted.

“As I told you, stupid student. Besides, my study habits are non-existent so maybe some of yours will rub off.”

You beamed at him, easily convinced. “Well then let’s go over the first problem again because I’m still confused...”

Every night for the next seven days Pogue met you in the basement and walked with you to the classroom for your study session. Despite not having a high opinion towards his academic abilities, he was very patient and effective tutor/partner.

“Wait, remember to multiply the variables in the parenthesis before subtracting it from the total. PEMAS is your friend Y/N.”

He was also very easy to talk to. Whenever he talked about his bike or swim regimen, two things you knew nothing about, he took the time to put it into words you understood without making you feel like an idiot. And when you were feeling chatty, he would actively take an interest in what you had to say.

“Hunger pains after a swim workout are the worst, especially after long swims where your aerobic systems are gassed. It feels like you’re one stomach growl away from wasting away.”

“Oh, speaking of food, I found a granola recipe. I don’t know who decide to mix coconut and cranberries with granola, but that palate combination amazing. I’ll bring you some if it turns out alright.”

“You’d better save me some then, even if it’s not to your ridiculously high standards. I can feed some to the boys, too.”

Time flew by and it didn’t feel like the studying had gone on for a whole week. Each session seemed to pass faster as you got to know him better, to see the him that didn’t have to be filtered for the public eye. You liked this side of him even better than what you have seen of him in class and in the halls.

But all things come to an end. On the last session before the final, you guys finally finished the last question in the review packet with a grateful exhale.

“You sir, are a physics godsend. I can’t believe we’re done with the whole review guide.”

“I hope the final isn’t as long as the guide is. He must’ve stuck every problem we did during the semester in this thing,” he complained.

“I really hope not,” you groaned. Because if it was, there was no way you would finished within the allotted one-hour period.

“But, I have a feeling you’re going to crush the exam. Just try your best not the set the curve too high, for the rest of our sakes.”

You playfully shoved him for the last part of his comment. Silence stretched on and you realized that this was the last time you guys were scheduled to study together. Fast on the heels of that thought was another: you didn’t want to leave. By the way he didn’t seem in a hurry to leave, you hoped that meant he was reluctant as well.

“So…” he trailed off and you waited with bated breath. “Guess we should pack up, it’s almost nine.”

Your shoulders slumped in disappointment at his words. “Yeah, I guess.”

For a second, you were tempted to ask him out, or at least see if he wanted to hang out as friends, but you decided against it. He was the type that would’ve spoken up if he were interested. Best just to act dignified and be thankful that he bothered helping you in the first place.

You were steps away from walking out the door when he stopped you by grabbing your hand.

“Actually, what I meant to ask is if you want to get a bite to eat after the test tomorrow. Is that weird?”

Your pulse fluttered in obvious joy.

“You mean like a date?” you breathed.

“Yeah. You’re a pretty cool, Y/N, and I’d be sad if this is the last time we hang out.”

“I would love to,” you assured him with a huge smile on your face.

He reached to slowly envelope you in a hug, and even if the angle was a little awkward due to the backpacks being in the way, you automatically hugged back. You were thrilled to discover that he smelled like an exotic mix of leather and, dare you say, magic.

You were even more thrilled when he walked you back to the dorms like the sweet boy you had observed him to be over the past week. Luckily there weren’t any people loitering out in the hallway because if word got out that a Son of Ipswich had walked you to your room, the whole school would know by morning and you were enjoying the moment far too much to have to worry about that.

“Good luck tomorrow. See you on the flip side,” he said in parting.

That night you laid in bed but felt like you were on cloud nine. In less than twenty-four hours, you would be done with physics for the semester and have had a date with Pogue Parry. Pogue Parry! You snuggled into your pillow and swore his scent still lingered freshly in your nose.

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I was super inspired yesterday and wrote this. Good luck to everyone that’s prepping for final exams! Thanks for reading.  

[dustofbrokenheart]

The Covenant: Drive-In Movie

GIF not mine! 

Pogue Parry x Reader 

Word Count: 1,172

“Baby!”

You leaned over the side of the truck in which you sat and made eye contact with your boyfriend. He was standing a few cars down, talking with some guys from the swim team.

“Yeah?” you yelled back.

“The movie’s starting soon, I’m gonna load up on snacks.”

You flashed him a double thumbs up. A movie was always ore enjoyable with snacks. Besides, Pogue became hangry if he had to go more than a few hours without eating. You blamed it on his fast metabolism because not only did he eat a lot, he always looked fit.

About a month ago, the Spencer Academy student council announced they were hosting a drive-in movie night for Halloween. And to generate more interest, they didn’t announce what film would be shown; it would remain a surprise until it was time for the event to start. 

Now except for swimming, and the occasional party, Pogue wasn’t really into the Academy social scene, but he knew you loved Halloween so he was happy to go with you.

It had taken some convincing to let you be the one to drive, but he couldn’t argue with the fact that your truck would be much roomier to watch a movie in compared to his motorcycle. You had just finished arranging the blankets and pillows in the truck bed when Pogue tossed in some bags of beef jerky and chips. Clutching two bottles in his hand, he climbed in next.

“Sorry for leaving you alone so long,” he said kissing your cheek. “The guys and I got to talking and before I knew it, it was ten minutes to nine.”

You kissed him reassuringly on the lips. “I was fine. You don’t have to be glued to my side twenty-four hours a day.”

The projector turned on and a Village Roadshow Pictures logo flashed on the huge outdoor screen.

“Besides,” you whispered into his ear. “I have you for the rest of the night.

He laughed throatily. “Perfect.”

Snuggling into Pogue, you covered yourselves in a thick blanket and settled in as the movie’s title sequence played.

“House of Wax,” you read out loud. “I haven’t seen this one. Have you?”

“Heard of it, haven’t seen it. Hopefully it’s good.”

It started out okay, if not a little on the slow side. Pogue’s attention clearly wasn’t held as he opted to play with your fingers after the first fifteen minutes.

That annoyed you a little, but you also recognized that he only agreed to come not because he wanted to watch the movie, but because he wanted to spend time with you. It was more than most of the boys at Spencer were willing to do for their significant others. So how could you really be annoyed when he was simply lovely?

On screen, things were not as lovely.

The lead actress had fallen into a pit of rotting animal parts which made you cover your eyes. You were a big Halloween fan, and you did watch a lot of horror flicks, but that didn’t mean you didn’t scare easily.

“Hey. You doing okay?” Pogue asked while rubbing your shoulders. He knew that you were starting to get spooked when you covered your eyes.

You lowered your hands and tried to smile at him. “I’m fine.”

As the plot unfolded you were most certainly not fine.

Every time you jumped Pogue would wrap his hands around your hips. The pressure from his firm grip helped to keep you clam, at least until the next scare. Then the process would start over again. But the worst was yet to come.

Jared Padalecki’s poor character had been captured and embalmed in wax while he was still alive. His buddy later found him displayed in the museum and when tried to move him, he ended up concaving his whole cheek.

You screamed at the top of your lungs, irritating some of the people parked around you.

“Shut the hell up!” someone yelled.

Pogue whipped his head around and yelled back. “Hey! How about you shut the hell up, man!”

You barely noticed their screaming match. You were too busy replaying that scene in your mind over and over again. The sick sound of the crunching waxy flesh, the tear that rolled down his mutilated face… You burrowed into Pogue’s chest.

“Oh my god,” you shuddered.

“Shhh. You’re okay, I’m right here,” he said cupping your face, forcing you to look at him. “Do you need to call it quits? That was pretty gnarly.”

Taking a deep breath, you tried to gather yourself. “No. I want to f-finish.”

His only response was to gently kiss your forehead and hold you close.

The rest of the movie was actually easier to get through. Nothing was as bad as that horrifying part with the cheek. When it ended credits scrolled up the screen, the audience cheered and clapped, yourself included. People started packing up and driving off soon after.

Pogue picked up all his empty snack wrappers, rolling them up in a ball to throw away.

“I can’t believe you ate all that,” you commented while folding the blankets. You shoved them, and the pillows, through the truck’s back window.

“Are you implying that I’m fat?”

“Your muscles say otherwise and you know it.”

He wiggled his eyebrows and you gave him a small shove. “Go throw your garbage away.”

You hopped out from the bed of the truck and got it started, turning up the heat. Pogue joined you after dumping the wad of plastic and immediately messed with the radio.

“I love my bike,” he flipped between stations, “But your truck has it’s good points. One, the stereo system and two, the heat.”

“Told you it would be better for tonight. Did you have fun?”

You turned on the headlights and joined the line of vehicles trying to exit.

“Eh, the movie was alright. What about you? Was it too scary?”

“No, no. I loved it!” you exclaimed. “The sets were great, the wax people were creepy… and the brother in the basement stole my heart.”

Pogue looked over at you in disbelief. “Y/N. That guy who ‘stole your heart’ was the one who covered that poor suckers in wax.”

“You have a point, but his introversion won me over.”

“You literally screamed your head off!”

“Things that are bad for me always get my adrenaline going.  And I’m always looking for the next rush.”

He sat there in silence. Eventually, he sighed, “God, I love you.”

You smiled, feeling pleased. Pogue didn’t use the ‘L’ word often, even though you knew that’s what he felt for you. So when he did tell you, you always felt your heart beat a little bit faster. Not wanting to drop him off at his place just yet, you invited him back to yours for more scary movies.

“Only if you promise to keep groping me when you get freaked out.”

Pulling out into the main road, you blew a kiss at him. “Deal.”

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I miss going to movie theaters and drive-ins seemed perfect for fall time. Plus, Pogue seems like great cuddle material. Hence, this was born. 

Thanks for reading!