#reid garwin

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Sebastian Stan as Chase Collins in The Covenant (2006)

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The Covenant (2006) dir. Renny Harlin

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𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 - 𝐈𝐈𝐈

the covenant x reader | reid garwin x black! fem! reader

the last thing reid expected was to develop an insta-crush on the transfer student from jersey. yet here he was, crushing. hard.

cw - violence, death, magic, witches, mature themes, 18+, profane language, young love, reader moved to salem from jersey

III. AP Lit

Monday morning sunlight filtered in through the tall, arched windows of the AP Literature lecture hall, catching on the dust motes that drifted lazily in the air.

The room smelled faintly of old books and chalk, a blend that always carried the weight of academia—though Reid, apparently, couldn’t have cared less.

Ironically, you had been assigned a seat right next to him, the fate of landing squarely beside Reid Garwin, trouble incarnate in a studded bracelet and a lazy grin.

From the moment you sat down, he’d been quietly talking your ear off—leaning back in his chair, passing folded scraps of notebook paper across your shared desk space, his pencil tapping absently like the lesson was background noise to your conversation.

You tried to keep your gaze on your notes, though your mind kept replaying the weekend.

Saturday’s lunch had been at a casual little bistro tucked on the corner of Main Street, the kind of place with mismatched chairs and hand-written specials on a chalkboard.

He’d ordered without hesitation, like he’d been there a hundred times before, and the food had been good—not just the food, but the company.

Over iced tea and sandwiches, you'd talked again, the conversation meandering easily from light teasing to personal tidbits you didn’t expect to share so soon.

Then Sunday afternoon, there’d been the knock on your dorm door.

Reid had stood there, hands in his pockets, a small bouquet of lavender and baby’s breath dangling from one wrist.

“Just checking if you’re settling in,” he’d said, like it was the most casual thing in the world.

You had been touched—the soft purple blooms still sat in a glass on your desk—but Kate’s warning about Reid’s reputation still hovered in the back of your mind like a whispered caution.

And now here you were, side by side, supposed to be analyzing prose.

Reid leaned in slightly, voice low, “You know, you look really good when you’re taking notes.”

You didn’t even glance up, just rolled your eyes and murmured, “You’d look good too if you actually took some.”

His brows lifted, a spark of amusement in his gaze, “Word?”

Before you could answer, he flipped to a blank page with exaggerated speed and snatched up his pencil like a man on a mission.

You let out a small, involuntary snort, shaking your head, “You’re impossible.”

The sound of your laugh—unguarded, genuine—made something light take root in his chest, a weightless kind of float that he wasn’t used to.

And the smile that followed… he wanted to see that again, no matter what it took.

The banter continued in low murmurs, Reid shameless in his flirting and now more emboldened after your Saturday together.

You tried to stay coy, keeping your tone neutral, but you caught yourself softening, more than once, at the way his eyes crinkled when he grinned or how his voice dipped when the teasing turned softer.

It wasn’t until Mr. Wyatt suddenly cleared his throat, sharp as a snapped twig, that you both looked up.

The teacher’s expression was bland, but his eyes glinted with challenge as he turned toward Reid.

“Mr. Garwin,” he said evenly, “since you seem to be having such a stimulating conversation, perhaps you could tell us in detail what the author’s treatment of isolation in the summer reading suggests about their broader worldview?”

You felt your stomach sink.

It was the kind of layered, open-ended question designed to corner anyone who hadn’t actually done the work.

But Reid just leaned back in his chair, as if this was no more taxing than deciding between black or cream in his coffee.

He began speaking—and not just speaking, but delivering a thorough, articulate, and almost irritatingly eloquent analysis.

He touched on symbolism, on historical context, even weaving in a quote with perfect recall.

And of course, he did it with that trademark smirk, like he knew exactly how good he sounded.

When he finished, Wyatt stood there for a beat, visibly caught off-guard before briskly returning to the lesson without another word.

You tilted your head toward Reid, your voice cool but your lips threatening to curve, “Nice save.”

“Thanks,” he said lightly, leaning in just enough for the words to feel like they belonged to you alone. “Told you. Beauty and brains.”

You rolled your eyes, but there was a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth as the bell rang and the room filled with the shuffle of papers and the low roar of conversation.

Students filed toward the door, the lecture hall gradually emptying.

You slung your bag over your shoulder and was halfway turned toward the exit when Reid’s voice stopped you.

“Hey... you should come to my swim meet after school.”

You arched a brow, pretending to consider, “Hmm. I don’t know… I might be busy.”

He grinned, shamelessly soaking in the playful resistance, “Come on, you’ll love it.”

You let the silence stretch for just a few more delicious seconds, then sighed in mock defeat, “Fine.”

“Good. Meet at three,” he said, that satisfied glint lighting his features again.

You gave a smooth little nod before turning toward the door, walking out without another word.

Reid watched you go, standing there a moment longer than he needed to, his grin softening into something unguarded.

Yeah.

He had it bad.

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The scent of chlorine hit you as soon as you stepped into the humid air of the natatorium, the echo of splashes and muffled chatter bouncing off tiled walls.

You followed Kate and Sarah up the metal bleachers, your sneakers clanging against the steps until they settled near the middle—a good view of the pool and the locker room entrance.

Students milled around in clumps, parents chatted idly with thermoses of coffee in hand, and the rhythmic slap of water against the lane ropes gave the whole place a steady heartbeat.

Kate and Sarah didn’t waste a second.

“So,” Kate began, drawing out the word like she was winding up for a serve. “You and Reid have been awfully… present in each other’s lives lately.”

You rolled your eyes, crossing one leg over the other, “It’s strictly friendly.”

Sarah’s brows lifted in a way that said sure, and I’m the Queen of England, “Uh-huh. You mean like how Caleb and I are strictly friendly?”

You gave her a dry look, “Exactly.”

Kate shook her head, lips curved in disbelief, “Please. I caught you two at the bistro Saturday afternoon.”

“That was lunch,” you said, your voice even, though you could feel the heat crawl up the back of your neck.

“And Sunday,” Sarah added smoothly, “Caleb and I saw you guys leaving the store parking lot when we were pulling in.”

You leaned back, your tone prim, “Also professional.”

Neither girl bought it for a second.

Kate’s smirk turned wicked, “Professional, huh? Is that what we’re calling your new boy toy?”

You scoffed, about to protest—and then the locker room doors swung open.

The Ipswich boys led the way, and the rest of the swim team trailed behind them like a school of fish.

The warm, chlorine-thick air seemed to tilt for a moment, because there was Reid Garwin, looking like he’d been sculpted by the gods themselves and then dropped into a pair of tiny, low-slung swim trunks.

You felt your jaw threaten to unhinge.

Every muscle looked cut from sunlit marble, his skin glistening faintly under the fluorescent lights.

The sharp V of his hips disappeared into the black fabric, his abs— and yes, you were counting—could probably grate parmesan.

The smug, lazy grace in his stride only made it worse.

You weren't the superficial type.

You'd always valued a sharp wit and charm over a perfect body.

But sweet mercy, this man had both.

And you were staring.

Kate noticed first, biting back a laugh.

Sarah caught it next, elbowing Kate as if to say get a load of this.

And then—of course Reid himself caught you.

From across the pool deck, his gaze hooked into yours, slow and deliberate.

The corner of his mouth tipped upward into a knowing, utterly pleased smirk.

Kate leaned in, voice just loud enough for you to hear over the ambient noise, “You might want to wipe the drool from your lip, babe.”

You gasped in mock offense, smacking her arm playfully, “Fuck off.”

Kate only laughed, Sarah grinning beside her.

Down on the pool deck, Reid was still watching you, still wearing that smug little look like he’d just won something.

After that, the meet moved quickly, heats ticking by in a whirl of splashes, cheers, and the scent of chlorine that clung stubbornly to the humid air.

The Sons of Ipswich were, unsurprisingly, cleaning up—each one putting on their own kind of show in the water.

Reid, though, was last in the lineup.

The announcer called the final heat, and your gaze found him immediately.

He was already striding toward his lane, his walk slow, confident, and calculated.

He glanced across the pool, and when your eyes met, there was nothing casual about it.

That sharp, electric kind of look that made you feel like he was seeing everything at once.

He rolled his shoulders, shaking out his arms as he lowered into the starting stance.

Even now, poised at the edge, he was still watching you.

The starter’s blank cracked through the air, and in one fluid motion, Reid and the rival swimmer dove forward, slicing into the water like a pair of silver arrows.

The boys from Ipswich shouted encouragement from the sidelines, their voices echoing off the tiled walls, but Reid’s style wasn’t just competitive—it was theatrical.

Each stroke was precise but almost lazy in its confidence, his body cutting through the water as if he had no doubt he’d be the first to the wall.

On the last length, you could've sworn you caught the faintest shimmer beneath the surface—nothing anyone else would notice.

By the time his hand slapped the wall, the gap between him and his opponent was almost comical.

The whistle blew, the crowd clapped and cheered, and Reid surfaced with a wide, smug grin.

Droplets rolled down his face, catching in his lashes before sliding down the strong line of his jaw.

His teammates clapped him on the back, voices tumbling over each other in praise as he hauled himself up out of the pool.

And then—naturally—he started walking straight toward you.

Kate leaned in without breaking her smile, “Don’t look now, but Loverboy’s inbound.”

You shot her a look but didn’t have time to reply before Reid was standing in front of the bleachers, utterly unfazed by the fact that he was dripping wet, his chest gleaming under the harsh lights.

He wore his usual self-satisfied smirk, like he’d just been waiting for this moment.

“Hey,” he said casually, as if you were bumping into each other in the quad instead of at the edge of a swim meet.

“Hey,” you replied, careful to keep your tone even.

You talked like it was nothing—like the heat rolling between wasn’t palpable enough for Kate and Sarah to exchange barely contained grins on either side of you.

You fought hard to maintain your composure, refusing to give him the full satisfaction of seeing you flustered, but your pulse had other ideas.

Eventually, Reid turned slightly, addressing all three.

“The boys are thinking about heading to Nicky’s once we’re done here,” his tone was easy, but his eyes flicked back to you almost immediately. “You in?”

Kate and Sarah perked up instantly, exchanging a quick, excited glance before nodding in unison.

Then Reid’s attention locked fully on you.

“And you?” he asked, voice pitched just a little lower, his expression telegraphing that your answer mattered more than anyone else’s.

You tilted your head, keeping your tone light but unreadable, “Maybe... we’ll see.”

His smirk deepened—not the cocky one from before, but something subtler, more intrigued.

“Hope I see you there,” he said, the words heavy with meaning before he finally turned away.

On his way back to rejoin the boys, he glanced over his shoulder more than once, catching your gaze each time before finally disappearing into the knot of teammates.

Kate and Sarah waited until he was gone before turning to you in perfect sync, eyes gleaming.

Kate leaned close, her voice a conspiratorial murmur, “If that was professional, then I’m a nun.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head—though the flutter in your chest told you Kate wasn’t entirely wrong.

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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.

[ahoeforfandomsblog]

okay you lovely writers, the covenant is back on netflix. for the love of the universe PLEASE give me some new fics to obsess over! PLEASE i have read every single one on this app! i love you thank you!

[daughterofipswichtheawinters]

I have a theory about The Covenant that I really needed to discuss...

So I was re-watching the movie the other day and there's a detail that I've been thinking about since.

Remember when the Sons of Ipswich were sitting around the fire talking about how Caleb and Pogue had realized that Chase Collins was likely to be the fifth Son of Ipswich from the Putnam family/bloodline ("And Chase is one of us")?

And remember how Caleb then mentioned how he was woken from sleep the night after the party by someone who was using the Power ("The night after the party at The Dells, someone was using, the power was strong enough to wake me"), and then he says that "The next night it happened again", at which point Pogue and Tyler reveal that they also felt The Power being used (Pogue - "I felt it then") (and Tyler says to Reid - "See, I told you... I felt it too)... initially I thought Chase Collins was planning on taking turns to basically mess with the guys' heads and make them feel his use of The Power in the order of their ages (i.e., the order in which they were going to ascend and get their full powers), but I found it interesting that Reid didn't say that he'd also felt Chase using his powers, even though Tyler did and he's the youngest of the Sons of Ipswich (hence the nickname 'Baby Boy'). And I don't think Reid would hide something that important from the other Sons if he had felt The Power being used. So I believe it's implied that Reid was the only one of the guys at that point who Chase hadn't messed with yet, right?

But what if part of Chase's plan to get revenge on the covenant on behalf of his father and the rest of the Putnam bloodline was to make Caleb, Pogue and Tyler suspect Reid of overusing his powers and as a result try to turn the Sons of Ipswich against one another and tear apart the covenant from the inside? I mean Caleb (and possibly Pogue) had already suspected and even kinda accused Reid of overusing his powers at one point before they saw Chase's files, right? (during the fight at Nicky's).

Also I know it's implied that Caleb and Reid don't always get along (and I'm sure the fight at Nicky's wasn't the first time they fought; especially since they've known each other all their lives and grown up together), but I found it kinda striking how the fight that was shown in the movie was at a time when Chase was there too... and also how when the Sons were sitting around the fire talking about how Chase was one of them and realising that he'd been behind everything that had happened, Reid seemed to be the only one who didn't seem to have felt The Power being used by Chase, even though the other 3 Sons had felt it some time ago, and Caleb had felt it twice by that point...

So I guess this is my long-winded (I'm sorry! 😄) way of saying... what if a part of Chase Collins' plan to get revenge on the covenant was to make Caleb, Pogue and Tyler turn on Reid eventually by making them think Reid was using his powers on them when the other three could feel Chase using his powers but Reid apparently couldn't, by making them think that the reason why Reid couldn't feel The Power being used when the other 3 could was because Chase wanted them to think that Reid was using his powers on them, which could eventually cause a fight which would make the Sons of Ipswich turn on each other... which would eventually lead to Chase and the Putnam family/bloodline being left as the most powerful (and possibly sole surviving) bloodline out of the 5 families in the Ipswich Covenant ...

[ever-changing-fandom-bomb]

The Covenant but funnier