quiet, now.

( ANDREW HILL ) head in the dust, feet in the fire. labor on that midnight wire, listening for that angel choir. you've got nowhere to run. you wanna take a drink of that promise land, you gotta wipe the dirt off of your hands. careful, son, you got dreamers plans. but it gets hard to stand. soldier keep on marchin' on. head down til the work is done. waiting on that morning sun. solider keep on marchin' on.

[andrewshill]

Charlie looked up and blinked at the stranger, taking note of the slip that was being held out to her. She drew the straw from her lips and set the glass of lemonade back on the table before she gave him her full attention. As he asked if the paper was hers, she looked at it curiously and took it from his outstretched hand.

“I don’t believe so.” She replied, opening at it and gazing at the contents. After a second, an embarrassed flush filled her face. “Ah, yeah. This is mine. Sorry, it’s my address. I probably shouldn’t lose this if I want to find my way home. I kind of just wandered here, so getting back might be a bit difficult without this.”

With a self-conscious laugh, Charlie slipped the paper into her purse once more and returned her gaze to the man with a smile. “Thanks, by the way. You’re kind of a lifesaver. Anyway, I’m Charlie. What’s your name?”

andrew, truthfully, didn’t really care about what the contents of the paper were --- he was simply being a good person ( because apparently he needed to work on that ) and trying to track down where it came from. he didn’t think it granted room for conversation but alas, the people of providence were full of way-too-joyful surprises. “good to know,” he said dryly, “but you might want to put it on your phone --- won’t get lost that way.”

and wit that, he was turning to leave. except she smiled up at him sweetly and introduced herself and --- god, he could’ve groaned right there. he was trapped. definitely trapped. “andrew ---,” he eyed between the girl, her lemonade, and the slip of paper with a squinted expression. “it’s no problem, i guess.”

[andrewshill]

After entering the Meeting Street Cafe, Charlie removed her sunglasses and rested them on top of her head. She took a moment to look around, the smile never leaving her lips as she observed her surroundings. It was a cute place, one that she decided she would spend a fair amount of time at. Now if she could only find a place with a grand piano, she would be the happiest person in town.

She was sat at a table and given a menu, leaving her to make a decision. Charlie gazed out of the window thoughtfully, blinking at the sunny light streaming in. It was a fairly sunny day, the humidity doing no favors to her hair, but she didn’t mind a bit of heat. Sipping at her lemonade, she let her eyes wander around the cafe.

Originally posted by teendotcom

andrew hated meeting street most mornings, mainly due to the hustle and bustle of morning people that he just couldn’t stand. and ever since he illegally parked out front and got arrested by that cop the other week, he thought that he could very much do without providence coffee and instead take the trip to starbucks and hope that jonas wasn’t working when he arrived. however, his father sent him on a goose chase around the city running errands and starbucks was too far of a trip for a quick energizer --- so here he was, standing in line, scowling at the people who lazily bumped shoulders with him. 

with his coffee in hand two minutes later, he turned to leave, but an object sitting perfectly folded on the ground caught his attention; a paper of some sort that definitely wasn’t his. not bothering to look at its contents, he walked up to the first table he saw - a brunette girl with a glass of lemonade - and extended the slip. “this yours?”

[parabatri-gonebabygone-deactiva]

nunodesalles76 - Back by popular demand from the fans of#shadowhunters #tvshow on #Freeform . Here is my #TBT of the week. A typical Sunday on #shadowhuntersseason1 at@nunodesalles76 ’s gym

[andrewshill]

Qinn scoffed when he pushed her hand away. It didn’t really surprise her at all, but at least it made him think of something else. “I guess I am.” She shrugged and decided to sit down again; still keeping a good distance between them in case he was going to bitch at her again for it. “At least it worked.”

andrew’s expression of bewilderment didn’t change --- in fact, it only got worse as she sat down again. “okay --- ?” he tore his gaze away from her, “if that’s your definition of worked.” he ran a hand through his hair, involuntarily fixing what she touched. “personally, i don’t think it did jack shit, but.”

[andrewshill]

“One, actually, in the interest of my health. And wow, alright, someone is sensitive about the skeletons in their closet.”

“and somehow i don’t believe that. --- listen, i’m just ... not in the mood for you prying into my stuff, carolyn, alright? chill out.”

[andrewshill]

“I– would that make you feel any better?”

andrew seemed to actually think for a moment, before he said snarkily, “--- no. but you seem like the type to be surprised that anyone is actually infuriating at all, so. figured i’d offer.”

[andrewshill]

don’t be scared. hennessey had hurled those words at andrew once, what feels like forever ago now. it’s one thing to lace your tone with arsenic and then set the sentences free, waiting for them to burn as they landed. it’s something completely different to try to practice what you preach. she’s learning that first hand. so she uses some of that strength ( the same that she pretends to wield like a warrior ) and slide one hand into his. they were on the same page — not ready to forge forward with whatever road this was going down quite yet but understanding that in this regard, they were two sides of the same tarnished coin. “don’t let rachel catch you saying that. she’ll want a twenty two long report on why it’s nice instead of amazing or gorgeous.” she had learned the hard way. thankfully, in some small fit of mercy, rachel had already made all of the arrangements for transportation on the wedding day so all hennessey had to do was nod at the baker and they were free. andrew didn’t need to know that, though. “i’ll consider it if you can proposition me with a better deal.” her voice was less shaky now, less forced; her heartbeat had slowed. they were okay. 

the world stilled as hennessey’s hand slipped in his own, a soft reminder that whatever this was - whatever the hell was happening - it was mutual, and it was okay to be unsure. sometimes it really fucking paid off to have a girlfriend so similar, one who understands without needing some long winded explanation that he was currently unable to give. “i’ll tell her it’s nice to her face, i don’t give a fuck.” andrew said, his lips pulling up into a genuine andrew smile; like that, the earth was on its axis again. they were okay. they would be fine. it’s not a big deal, after all. “she doesn’t have shit on me.” he laughed, and boy, did it feel great. he looked at her quizzically for a moment, though his fingers absentmindedly squeezed hers and he rolled his eyes. “literally anything would be better than errands. don’t kid yourself, babe.” he used her hand to pull her into his side, his lips pressing a kiss to her temple. “but --- if you’re gonna be difficult and demand something specific, we can go to the park? or go back to my place? or your place? or --- whatever. go eat or something? maybe get a beer somewhere, i don’t know.”

[andrewshill]

“i did make them. i made two batches of twelve. they’re delicious.” she replied, starting to unwrap her next tiny cake. “anything else on your questionnaire, drew two ? ” she then joked, looking at him with a smile on her face.

andrew actually looked like he was considering an answer to her question, staring at the cupcake before he ultimately shrugged. “nope.” and like that, he sat down, unwrapping the cake and taking a bite. “just wanted to make sure that they were safe --- i didn’t wanna go out eating a fucking cupcake.”

[andrewshill]

“c’mon, the little guy loves me. i’ve been his main supplier of alcohol since he was fifteen. you wanna just give me his number? or maybe, you text him for me? whatever you’re more comfortable with. i wouldn’t wanna offend you in any way.”

“stop calling him little, jesus christ,” andrew said with a roll of his eyes, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. “yeah, i’ll do it. what do you want to say?”

[andrewshill]

“c’mon, you’re down with the kids.” teddy spoke. “what about your little nerd friend? jack?”

“you say that as if you’re fifty,” andrew scoffed. “and first of all, you can’t call him that. only i can. but --- i don’t know, maybe. i guess? i don’t know how much more of us he can take.”

[andrewshill]

it took everything inside of hennessey not to grip the counter beside her. that was a show of weakness and she couldn’t have that. if she didn’t acknowledge that betrayal of emotion, it didn’t exist, right? ( she didn’t love him, right? ) it was a slip of the tongue, a ghost of something left from their friendship. if she was someone else, she could have played it off, made it seem like it wasn’t a big deal. but it wasn’t someone else. she had started to let go of the notion that allowing any emotion to slip past her lips was vulnerability but those doubts were still plaguing at her mind, the inability to admit the things she harboured choking her. a few months ago, andrew might have walked out of the store, she might have stalked away and pasted a smile on her lips. but a rough hand was resting comfortably on her shoulder and then her waist and a semblance of a breath was passing through tightly clenched teeth. it wasn’t so bad. they could handle it t o g e t h e r now. “nah, figured i’d just get her one of these two layer cakes and see how she deals.” blue eyes are darting up to his cheekbones, feeling like she’s cheating herself but forcing herself to keep them there. “yeah, this is the one. – it’s nice actually. my dad’s going to like it.”

andrew would have loved a road map right about now, his soul desperately in need of directing. there were so many questions and not enough answers --- how was he supposed to feel? what was he supposed to do? was there anything he should be saying? if he was someone who wasn’t so deeply afraid of his own emotions, maybe he would’ve known all of this already. maybe he would’ve said, ‘ yeah, i do. i do love you. ’ and that would’ve been it. but despite the fact that hennessey was perfectly lovable, and the opportunity to feel was laid out so perfectly in front of him, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything. words were stuck in his throat. deep down, he hoped that one day they wouldn’t be. that one day he could. a light laugh betrayed him and spilled out at her words, easing the obvious tension between them in the smallest amount. “i don’t think she’d deal very well,” he said, looking down once he noticed blue eyes on him and meeting her gaze. he didn’t know how much time passed like that, how long he just looking at her ( he guessed it was a longer time than intended ), but once it felt like too much, he forced his eyes away. “it’s nice,” he observed --- or, rather, pointed out the fucking obvious. good job, andrew. “are we, uh, done with errands now? can we be done? you know, once we get this.”

[andrewshill]

“do you know of any college age students maybe going into business? my company’s looking for some interns, but all of the applications are falling flat. you’d be a life saver if you could just point me in the right direction.” teddy inquired. “even someone with working arms to fetch coffee. i’m desperate at this point.”

andrew raised his eyebrows in surprise, “does it look like i would know of anybody wanting to be an intern for your company?”

[andrewshill]

the smirk that had been peeking out from beneath her serious expression only become more noticeable as he levelled his glare on her. most would wither under the intensity of his gaze but there was no malice behind his eyes and they both knew it. “shut up, you love me,” she murmured back, an eye roll accompanying her words without a single thought. andrew’s arm was around her for only another few seconds before her spine was stiffening and the repercussions of even thinking those three words hit her full force. such a careless turn of phrase would have meant nothing months ago but now, the meaning had changed and it was t o o much. her throat was dry and her first incoherent thought was to search for some water, something to alleviate this lump that had settled in the hollow of her throat. “the cake —” she gestured to some point behind him mindlessly, hurrying past him to get to the other side of the store. 

andrew didn’t give hennessey’s words much thought, because at one point, saying teasing phrases like that came naturally without a second meaning. now, though, feeling his girlfriend’s body practically tense up against his own, he realized what the hell just happened. in hindsight, it shouldn’t have been a big deal --- she was kidding, it wasn’t like she was actually telling him that she loved him. she didn’t even say i love you, she said you love me. but there were so many implications and what was he supposed to do with that? did he really love her? --- there was a part of him, he knew because he could feel it; there was a part of him that knew it was a possibility. but he was caught somewhere between dreams and reality and he just didn’t know. however, he was determined not to make this a big deal. at least not now. it didn’t need to be. he didn’t need to overthink every damn thing that they said to one another. he forced himself to  s t o p. tearing himself away from his thoughts, he watched her walk to the other side of the store and followed her. this was’t a big deal, this wasn’t a big deal, this wasn’t a big deal. hesitantly, like he didn’t know if she would allow the contact, he brought his hand to touch her shoulder briefly as he approached. seconds later his arm was slinking around her waist again. “is it --- the one that rachel wanted?” he asked, eyes on the cake, not risking the chance of glancing over at hennessey and seeing her expression. 

[andrewshill]

it had been half a miracle that she had managed to drag andrew on these errands with her. but after a few months of dating, and trial and error, she had figured out a process to ensure that she was getting what she wanted out of him. she hadn’t hated testing out her methods, either. the whole ordeal was taking longer than rachel promised, which hennessey should have suspected, but watching the panic flash over andrew’s face made it all worth the wait. “it took him forever to take the hint. you know how men can be,” she conspired with the clerk, a knowing smirk on both their lips. “but i landed a good one.” she slapped his ass as they walked forward to go to the other display of cakes, leaning into his arm and dropping her voice to a whisper. she didn’t even have to glance up to glimpse the tight smile stretched over his cheeks and the way his eyes were darting around like he was looking for a way out. “it is so easy to mess with you.”

andrew coughed awkwardly out of pure surprise, and he didn’t know if it was because the words that hennessey was exchanging with the clerk or the hand on his ass or both. she was lucky that he liked her, otherwise he would’ve walked away a long, long time ago --- probably complaining. rachel better have been giving them something good for doing this, though. however, knowing her, he shouldn’t have been expecting anything and that was a little disappointing. he shook his head, turning to hennessey with an angry expression that lacked any real heat behind it. “i hate you,” he said in a whisper, his eyes darting back to the cakes to make it seem as casual as possible to potential onlookers. “i’m never running errands with you again.” he was grumbling, his nose scrunching in disgust - which, once again, meant nothing. he knew he would be back to doing this again easily. 

[andrewshill]

“You will fit right in, pretty boy.” Mitch wasted no time in grabbing the young man’s arm to guide him inside the station. It was quiet at the time they got inside, and after exchanging a few words with a fellow police officer, Mitch took Andrew to a small cell only to place him inside. Mitch stood in the doorway of it and looked at the guy. “Any last words before I close up?”

andrew scoffed, scowling at the tight grip that mitch had on his arm that - in his mind - was completely unnecessary before allowing himself to be led into the station. he debated on saying something smart to the police officer that mitch was in conversation with, but ultimately decided against it and just walked into the small cell with heavy steps. “you’re not gonna keep me company?” andrew asked, his head slightly cocked to the side, his voice dripping of innocence. “shame.” he shook his head. “visit often, sweetheart.”

[andrewshill]

the list ( scented and colour coded ) that had been shoved in hennessey’s hands earlier that morning was three pages front and back. to add insult to injury she, and the person she had managed to drag along, had to trek to a bakery an hour away just to inquire about a damn frosting technique. shock registered on her face when the baker gushed about how they were such a cute couple. “— oh,  we’ve been waiting for this day for just about forever. right, honey bear?” her arm slid around the other’s waist, a silent urge for them to play along. “we’re young but when you know — you know.”

andrew couldn’t say that he particularly wanted to be dragged along the city for the afternoon to run all-too-specific errands, but he couldn’t say that he was absolutely miserable either. sure, he didn’t know about half the damn list itself - which was surprisingly organized - but it helped to know that they were both pretty much blind when it came to this sort of stuff. he figured out that they probably looked like idiots an hour ago; it was something he was embracing by now. completely mesmerized by the different pastries on the display shelf, he barely heard the baker gushing until hennessey’s arm wrapped around his waist and he was pulled from his own world. confusingly looking between the baker and his girlfriend, he released a small ‘hm?’ sound before everything clicked --- and he coughed suddenly, looking at the baker with wide eyes, though his lips spread into a tight smile. “mhm,” he hummed, nodding forcefully, “right.” he swallowed, and his arm comfortably wrapped around hennessey’s shoulders; the action only possible because of their difference in height. “it kinda just --- just pops out at ya.” he tore his gaze away, only further proving the point that they were ridiculous. 

[shadowhuntermen]

Matthew Daddario - on set of ‘Shadowhunters’ Season 2