Walking down a long corridor, Mikey shivers as he looks at the piece of paper given to him. Its an address, telling him to come here, along with a password. As he approaches the end of the hallway and knocks on the door, a jolt is sent through him as a farmilar voice asks “password?” “I-uh…” Mikey stutters and looks at the paper. “Pizza?” as he says these words, the doors fly open, and Pete Wentz wraps him in a bear hug. “Hey, you made it!!” he laughed, putting him down. Mikey looked into the sea of farmilar faces in the warm room. His brother is here. All of his former bandmates actually, along with most of fall out boy, and a few others. “Hey! I’m not the new guy anymore!” Patrick laughs. Mikey chuckles softly and looks at Pete. “What is this place?” he asked. Pete smiled warmly. “Welcome brother,” he grins, “to the hot dad club.”
Three Elements Home Blessing and Protection Ritual
Incense, or Sage Bundle - for smoke cleansing, to cleanse and protect with the “Sky”
Purified Water in a small bowl (optional ingredients include salt or herbs) - for saining, to cleanse and protect with the “Sea”
Protection Salt and Herbs (I’ll be adding lavender for peace and purification, and rosemary for protection and remembrance) - for protection of doorways, windows, and portals - to protect with the “Land”
Chant, Spell or Prayer of Intention - This step is best if you make it yourself, with your magical paradigms. Here is mine - “By the power of elements three, by the power of land, sky, and sea, I cleanse and protect this home to keep us safe from all harm.” I also have one for each element e.i. “By the power of the sea, keep harm away from me”.
In an empty house, or apartment, open all doors and windows, including closets, bathrooms, etc. Start at what is to be the heart or center of the home, (the hearth, the bedroom, the living area, kitchen, etc) walk walk the perimeter of the home clockwise. If you wish to banish all spirits, spirits that mean you harm, all entities, whatever it is- do so at this time. Once you set your protections, you may accidentally banish or piss off ‘people’ you want to be friendly with. Walk the perimeter and focus on all the good memories you want to make here, the creating that will be done here, the hospitality you will offer guests, etc.
Sky - Come back to start and light your “Sky” representation. Walk clockwise, chanting your spell. Aim the smoke at the ceiling, walking the perimeter of every wall and every room, including in closets, and around the shower, following the line of the ceiling. (not cupboards in the kitchen, because you might not be able to get the smell out later). Think of the smoke as banishing any previous tenants memories, bad emotions, spirits or energies you don’t want in your new home. End at your predesignated heart of the home.
Sea - Take your bowl of water, your “Sea”, and start again. this time dip your fingers into the bowl and flick water all around, aiming at the floorboard. Chant while you walk clockwise, focusing on the protection of the salt and water, creating a white light around your home as you sprinkle the water. Alternatively you can add to a spray bottle and spray the water. If you wish, sprinkle or ‘paint’ the water around any openings - mirrors, drains, windows - to protect from unwanted entrances for spirits or energies. End at the heart of the home.
Land - Now take your “Land” representation of salt and herbs, and walk counter clockwise. Chant your house blessing or the chant for salt if you wish (if you chant the salt blessing, do one more pass clockwise saying you final home blessing). Sprinkle salt in a line across any doorway or window to outside the home. The salt should stay on the window sills if possible. The salt can be swept up from the front door if you wish, just ‘paint’ some salt water instead, after it is swept up. Sprinkle some around drains as well, and across wall mirrors. This closes up any magical or physical doorways of outside influence. End back at the heart of the home.
If you have a backyard or patio, you may want to extend the protections out there as well. Use cascarilla powder (powdered eggshells) around any dirt or lawn you have, use pure water with no salt, and maybe use wind chimes or a bell to represent the sky instead of the smoke, if you wish to not arouse suspicion. Please don’t use salt on the land. Its bad for plants and snails.
Home Protection Cont. :
I will be setting up my home altar at this “heart of the home” and from there it will be an easy place to renew the protections. I would recommend renewing the protections once a year, or whenever you feel you need a little extra boost of protection or cleansing. Since you originally did this when no furniture was in place, renewing the protections may seem hard. I prefer to smoke cleanse so that is a little easier for me, just say a protection or cleansing spell at our home altar and walk clockwise around the house with your smoke. Its gets into all the tight spots, now that there is furniture in the way, easier. The spray bottle works well for this as well. I would recommend renewing one element at a time, in place of all three.
Don’t forget that other protections are still great to uses as well. I will also be hanging my witches’ ladder made of hag stones by the door for protection, having potted plants for cleansing and protection like lavender, and hanging some wind chimes to know when the Good Folk are near.
The last step is to enjoy your protected and magical home!
This is a spell with which I’ve had much success. It works just as well in an urban environment as in the countryside. Most witches communicate with the spirit world via trance states, but it is possible to receive semi-direct communication from spirits while in a normal frame of mind.
Try this if you’d like to receive omens and portents while fully-aware of your normal, physical surroundings. It’s an ideal activity, as well, for learning more about and communicating with local spirits.
It is best performed at dusk or dawn, and even better if it is to be done on the solstice, or better yet, the equinox. It requires no tools besides a small bit of iron, preferably cold, un-forged iron, but any iron will do in a pinch.
Stand in the threshold of your home. It does not matter if this is the doorway of a literal house, or the door to an apartment or dormitory room. Stand with one eye closed (the right, if possible) and with your left foot in the air, supporting yourself on one leg. Quickly whisper the following incantation three times:
“Here I stand, between day and night. I ask sky, sea, and land, To grant me true sight.”
Then, swiftly leave your home, but first place the sliver of iron (nail, or what-have-you) near the door, touching it. It is best if you can slip it into the doorjamb, but if you can’t, just placing it near the doorframe so that it is touching it will do.
Venture out into the world. Be vigilant for signs, portents, and omens, as well a spirit communication. Assume that almost all events or interactions are meaningful messages during this.
Try not to speak to any one person overly much should you meet someone. Be very sure to never tell anyone or anything you encounter while out and about during this period about what you’ve done.
Keep silent on the subject of magick, regardless of what happens, but pay attention to any small conversations you might overhear or participate in, no matter how innocuous and meaningless they may appear on the surface.
Do not eat or drink anything while out in this state, no matter how tempting foodstuff you encounter might be. Be careful to not leave the immediate area around your home, with which you’re already familiar. You may encounter people or events that seem to wish to lead you into unfamiliar territory - resist the urge to follow them.
Do not purchase anything from a shop or exchange anything with another person, and be particularly mindful of your belongings. It is very easy to lose small objects during adventures such as this, and, if you do lose something, it is likely to never be found again. On that note, if you should see something interesting lying about, don’t bring it home with you, no matter how tempting it might be.
Before the sun fully rises or sets, return home. Remove the bit of iron from the doorjamb before entering, and touch it to your forehead, gently, three times. Then, pocket it or carry it with you, and enter your home, the experience concluded. You will, at that point, find yourself back in your normal state, and it then falls to you to make sense of any signs you may have received while walking with second sight.
#695 for tom holland 😛 [[know you’re busy but i feel u, take your time]] “ [anonnymous]
Trigger warings: Smut, cheesy romcom story lmao
Summary: You just wanted to take a shower and relax in bed after a rough day.
A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble but I made it into a full imagine to fulfill the thirst of my sweet sinful followers that have been requesting Tom Holland. Y’all give me life. I hope you like this. Also I wanted it to be short but whoops.
As soon as
you walked into your apartment you slipped out of your shoes and started
peeling off your clothes. You knew your room mate wouldn’t be home at that time
and you couldn’t care less if your creepy neighbor was staring at you through
the window. Not today. You were too tired to think about it. Too sweaty to stay
on this hideous polo shirt that was the bookstore uniform. All you needed right
now was a nice shower and lay in your bed reading one of those erotica books your
sister gave you because not even your brain were working right to read anything
with depth. You needed to relax.
Capricorn: Sometimes there is glitter between the sheets, sometimes I don’t want to compete with the lack of passion you hold for me, I want to work for something that makes me free, but the cage of my mind is built inside me.
Aquarius: Light seeps in under the closed door, you touch the light stream and it feels warm, something inside you stirs and you remember why you came here, you remember who you were, but you can’t go back only forward.
Pisces: Water between your fingers as you engulf your body into the sea, you feel free, something tugs you back to shore, is it the things you said or the love you never felt, is it the things you never said, or words that make you melt?
Aries: Quick steps of high heels on hallway floors, callused hands and lips coated in honey, touch those memories that make you feel funny, embrace the unsettled, run with the wind.
Taurus: Bull horns and busted lips, sore knees and bruised hips, take your fingers and take a dip, into whatever sauce you feel best equipped, touch the tips, feel it quick.
Gemini: Your cosmic energy touches the atmosphere around you and your smile is contagious when you look into the eyes of divinity, shadowy reflections of the two hearts inside your one head, get out instead, feel love, take a chance.
Cancer: Crab Claws scratch down your spine and you grin, there is some pleasure in sin, you haven’t felt it in many moons but I know it still hides inside you, an energy like that cannot be vanquished, you hide it but it’s a part of you.
Leo: You dine on lions hearts and are as stubborn as an ox, you need to cleanse your pallet, you need to feel and relax, a detox of the shadows, carry yourself by the stars, you can do this, its not too hard.
Virgo: You stand on top of the empire state building, collapse or fly, melt or harden, the world is your garden, take a risk and don’t miss out on all the tiny people you lay at your feet.
Libra: Complicated is your middle name, you whisper softly in your sleep, not secrets but lies, you’ve hardened to the world that far, you’re a star but you refuse to shine, come out from beneath that city grime, show yourself you’re more than a dime.
Scorpio: The mountains call to you but I don’t think you feel them, you’re still stuck on a love that poisoned you, let it go, clean your wounds, I miss you, feel that vibe, you deserve to save yourself from the harshness of the world and thrive.
Sagittarius: Cold wind flushes your eyes and you pretend to shield your eyes from the dying of the light, I know you see the time fly, change at your coat tails, will you ride or fail?
It’s during the summer. Another one of those days when Will drags Nico outside to enjoy the sunshine and soak up the vitamin D.
Nico complains, because of course he does, but really he doesn’t feel any sort of reluctance. Even when the sun burns his legs, because they’re clothed in black jeans, and he has to squint when looking up at Will. Because he’s tall, and the sun is bright, and it kind of obscures his vision.
Not that he mentions that part.
“So what’s your actual plan here?” Nico asks, trying not to flush because Will’s hand is tight around his wrist, pulling him forward. The two of them are making their way through the Camp Half-Blood grounds, and when you get past the cabins and the hoards of people just arriving back for summer, there is so much green.
Although the reply hadn’t
exactly answered my question, I thought I might have known who it was, just
because of the name. Little Lulu Lamb. It was something I hadn’t heard for years.
I scowled down to my phone, because although I’d taken
a guess, I manged to talk myself out of it very quickly, since it had been
years since we last spoke. He’d gone
off and auditioned for The X Factor, and then the boy I’d grown up with just wasn’t
around anymore. I hadn’t even
seen him since, and I wasn’t sure
it was because we’d just missed
running into each other, or because we’d never
really tried to see each other.
All I could think was that it couldn’t
possibly be him.
Why would he bother getting in touch now?
summary: They run. Killua doesn’t know where, but it doesn’t matter. Alluka is calling after them, but it doesn’t matter. His lungs are raw and breathless, his feet are still bare from when he left his shoes by Mito-san’s front door, his knees still hurt from where they had collided with the hard wooden pier not too long ago -
It doesn’t matter. All that matters is Gon’s fingers hot and tight around Killua’s wrist. Gon’s ragged breath, matching Killua’s own. Gon’s shoulders, with mossy mountains and vast seas cradled between them, shifting while he runs and Killua runs after him.
(In which Killua learns how to trust again and Gon learns how to earn it back.)
tags: established relationship, domestic fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, pining, non-linear narrative
A/N: Happy birthday @animoozies! Hope you have a great day full of smiles, cake and most importantly…MOUNTAIN DEW. Love you, Connie! Hope you like this little Gruvia drabble!
When she feels his arms
circle around her shoulders before reaching up to cover her eyes gently, she
already knows who it is.
Gray leans down with a smile, his voice tickling the shell of
her ear as he tells her, “No peeking, got it?”
Resting her hands over his, she nods excitedly. “Could this be a
surprise for Juvia?”
“Yeah,” he says, helping her
get to her feet before steadying her against his own body. “You could say
Carefully, he guides her through their small home, along the
hallway and up the stairs, the last one creaking just like always. Though she
couldn’t see anything past the slits of light streaming in through his fingers,
she knew exactly where he was taking her. Past the paintings and photographs,
past the trinkets and ornaments they’d collected over the years to the room at
the end which had always been labelled as the ‘spare room’ until just a few
months ago when they decided it would belong to a very special person instead.
“Okay, stop right here…” With one hand, Gray reaches around
Juvia to open the door, the other still covering her eyes.
“Can Juvia look now?” she asks, fingers clasped under her chin
as she tries not to bounce on the spot with excitement.
“In a sec. First, take another step forward…”
Gray glanced around the room one last time before resting his
chin on top of her head. “You ready, Juvia?”
And slowly, he lets his hands fall away.
Juvia finds herself standing in the middle of a room so blue, it
resembles the sea. There are paintings everywhere—boats floating above soft
waves with fishes swimming below, a rainbow stretching out across the far side
wall and overlooking art of their guild, snowmen and igloos and penguins all
dotted around as specks of glittery white fell down on them—every wall is
different and is its own little story.
Tilting her head up to the
ceiling, she sees fluffy clouds and a big yellow sun in the centre, its rays
meeting the edges of the room and tumbling down the walls in bright patterns,
like gold falling from the sky.
In the middle of the room, there is a white cot, and as she steps
forward to get a closer look, she sees that hanging just above is an ice-made mobile,
glinting in the light and crafted into shapes of different snowflakes by
experienced and precise hands. She reaches to touch one, and when it jingles
softly in her ears, she feels a lump rise in her throat.
For a moment, she stands in awe, glancing around the room
once more, taking in every small detail of what was to be their child’s
nursery—and then she hears his voice.
“Well, what d’ya think?”
Gray is still stood beside her, arms folded, a big smirk on his
face. Only now does she see the splotches of paint on his clothes, and only now
do her eyes fill with tears.
“Gray-sama!” Juvia flies into his side, wrapping her arms around
him and pressing a kiss to his lips. “This is so beautiful!”
Smiling, he looks around the
room at his work. Now that he had finished, the fact that they were having a
child felt even more real. It was a strange feeling, knowing that there was going to be a little boy joining them soon, keeping them up at night, making them laugh, eventually calling the two of them ‘mom’ and ‘dad’.
“Juvia loves her little family so much,” she tells him, hugging the swell of
her stomach. “And she cannot wait to be a parent.”
A strange feeling, but one he welcomed all the same.
“Me neither,” he says, placing his hand over hers.
This is an A/B/O AU. You are the Omega artist daughter of Naomi Novak, a world-class heart surgeon who is running for Mayor of New York City. After a meeting where your mother’s advisors call you a “liability”, she tells you that if you don’t do as your told she will cut you off. You storm out and wind up in a bar a few blocks away.
The hottest Alpha you have EVER laid eyes on with a scent so mouthwatering you’re practically drooling offers to buy you a drink. It’s just a drink, right? What do you have to lose? Only everything.
Characters: Omega! Reader, Beta! Naomi Novak, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Omega! Meg Novak, Claire Novak, Jimmy Novak, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Alpha! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester, Omega! Jo Harvelle
Big thanks to @moansmisha for letting me use some of her ideas from this post.
“Y/N? Are you okay? I’ve been worried sick! I was going to come over but Meg told me the last thing you needed during your heat was me in your face.” Cas said as soon as he heard my voice. “Why didn’t you tell me about you and Sam?”
“It all happened so suddenly, Cas. So how did Mom find out? Do I even want to ask how she took the news?” I asked tentatively.
“Mad doesn’t begin to cover it. You need to go see her, Y/N.” Cas said urgently.
I sighed, the burden of everything suddenly weighing me down. “Tell Mom I will be over in a bit.”
“I love you no matter what happens, you know that, right?” Cas whispered.
“I never doubted it for a second. Love you too, Bro. I’ll see you soon.” I said as I ended the call.
Sam wiped my tears away gently with the pad of his thumb. “I’m glad they know, Y/N. I don’t want to sneak around anymore. I want people to know your mine.”
“I love you, Sam.” I said as I pressed a kiss on his hand. “I think it’s high time my mother and I had a chat, don’t you?”
Like most nights, tonight, sleep was… elusive. You let a short sigh slip from your lips before reaching over and turning on the lamp, shoving your glasses onto your face. You sighed again and slid out of bed, the cuffs of your over-sized pajama pants dragging on the carpet behind you as you shuffled to the door. With a sniffle, you grabbed your favorite mug from the cupboard and wandered out the door.
You turned on the faucet and tucked your mug under the flow until it was sufficiently filled. After sauntering over to the microwave, you reached for the handle, but your hand bumped into another. “Oh.” You spoke quietly, looking up at the young man next to you. This was a community kitchen for your floor but it wasn’t often you found someone here at three AM. He smiled politely, “You can- I’m not-” You told each other simultaneously before you both fell into nervous laughter. Your laughter soon turned into a fit of coughs. “Are you okay?” He asked, bumping the frame of his glasses to push them back up his nose. “Yeah-” You coughed again, “I’m just a little-” Cough. “Sick.” Cough. “I was going to make some tea.” You glanced down at the mug in your hands. “Hot cocoa.” He replied, gesturing to his own mug. You nodded as a few moments of awkward stillness passed by, the endless thrumming emanating from the lights above you becoming increasingly more annoying.
a/n: i can’t believe you all want part 5!!!!! I’m so stoked that i have such a loving following and i just want to thank you guys for everything. this ones for my day one nuggets!
i wonder aimlessly through the school looking for my friends when i hear a familiar voice call my name.
“(y/n)?!” i turn and look int what used to be the blue and gold office
“B?” i question stepping into the dusty room “whats with the drop sheets?”i ask grabbing one of the sheets and pulling it back to reveal a few computers.
“what are you doing in here? I’m pretty sure we can die from smoke inhalation-” i complain coughing, “that doesn’t really make sense-” i roll my eyes at the girl.
“okay anyway i was thinking about starting up the blue and gold, it kinda died after you left-” i walk around the room the feeling of familiarity washing over me.
Betty and I used to run the blue and gold with a few others in freshman year, she reported i photographed and occasionally wrote but we had a few other kids that often did the writing portion of the work load.
“B id love to but I’m writing is extremely rusty, i think we need someone who’s confident in their writing, I’m happy to take pictures like last time” she jumps up and hugs me.
“thank you!” she squeals and i roll my eyes “okay well this place needs some seriously work” she nods “and the writer-?”
and was if on cue theres a beanie wearing brunette leaning against the door frame “andrews” he greets looking over to betty “betts”
“jones” i stand crossing my arms over my chest as i lean against the desk behind me “so is this our writer?” i ask my blonde friend.
“juggie!” betty pulls him into the room, he widens his eyes before walking and sitting next to me our arms brushing against one and another.
“whats up?” i loose focus of the conversation glancing down at our almost touching hands.
he nudges my arm and i shoot up my attention being brought back, “huh?”
the both laugh and i feel embarrassment wash over me “jugs agreed to help us!” she cheers her blonde pony tail swishing.
the bell rings and i grab my bag off the floor, “I’ve got chem, ill see you later?” she nods and i leave the pair not long after jughead comes rushing out touching my shoulder to grab my attention.
“mmh” i murmur turning to the brunette boy “you okay?” i ask weaving my way through the mass.
“yeah i just thought we could walk together, yano since we have chem together-” i nod “its fine, you don’t need an excuse to walk with me jug” i chuckle.
“oh miss andrews” i roll my eyes at the sound, jughead turns around but i grab his arm “don’t even bother glancing at him” i tell the boy as he nods in confusion.
and soon enough the raven haired boy is bouncing in front of me “miss me?” he smirks and i groan “reg your going to make us all late” i complain seeing the class within our reach our teacher already standing inside.
“move reggie!” i complain, i turn to the boy next to me “jug just go ill catch up with you-” he shakes his head “I’m not leaving you alone with him” he glares at the taller boy.
“is that so jones? you yano this is my river vixen, how about you get your own? maybe like betty cooper. maybe she’s freaky in bed like her sister” i can see the anger burning up in his eyes.
“jeez can i just not be such an asshole for once” i grab jugheads hand and push through reggie and head for the classroom door letting jughead walk in first then i follow after him but not before reggie slides in behind me.
his hands find there way down to my skirt giving my ass a squeeze lifting the fabric up slightly
i turn and slap the boy hard across the face “don’t touch me reggie i mean it” i warn stepping close to him poking his chest.
i feel a warm hand on my shoulder pulling me away from the raven headed boy “leave it his just being a blow head” i turn and smile softly to the blonde “tell me bout it”
i glance to see jughead glaring at the boy anger coursing through him, reggie smirks at the beanie clad boy walking past our shared desk
“what’s up Wednesday Addams? you jealous? i get to touch her sweet ass and you don’t?” he chuckles and i catch jugheads shoulder pushing him back down in his chair.
“not. worth. it.” i day through gritted teeth plastering a smile on my face as the raven haired boy smirks walking past and settling in the desk behind us
i can see the anger boiling up inside the boy and i chew on the end of my pen before nudging him with my elbow “he’s just trying to get to you jug just forget it”
“yeah well it’s working” he replies annoyed trying his hardest to focus on his work and not reggie’s constant snickers and the replay of him griping your ass
a mixture of jealous and disgust swirling around in his stomach but feels your warm hand slide over top of his giving it a small squeeze as you pay attention to the front of the class.
“sorry” he mumbles removing his hand from mine and clearing his throat, i swallow feeling a little embarrassed that he pulled away from my touch “don’t worry about it”
the bell rings and i rush out like im on fire, spotting my three friends over by the lockers. i speed walk over rushing over to Kevin giving him a half hug
he chuckles and throws an arm around me “you okay?” he asks and i sigh “just a crap day thats all- what’s that?” he glances down at his phone and i gasp
“oh my god” we say in unison glancing to our new raven haired friend “what?” she closes the locker and gives us a puzzled look. kevin glances at betty before handing his phone over to veronica
allowing her to look at the picture that chuck had uploaded of the two after their date last night, except chuck had got a little carried away with photoshop and added a riverdale ‘sticky maple’ to her face
“what the hell is a sticky maple?!” kevin shrugs nervous “it’s kinda what it sounds like it’s a riverdale thing” he tries to explain and she shakes her head “no it’s a slur shaming thing”
“and im neither a slut nor am i going to be shamed by someone named excuse me chuck clayton”
people take their times to stop in the hall snickering at our new raven haired friend their phones buzzing in their hands as they whisper and point
“move along” i yell annoyed at the crowd that scramble at the sound rushing to get away from us
“does he really think he can get away with this?!” she rambles furious “does he not know who I am?!”
she glances between the three of us “i will cut the breaks in his supped up phallic symbol!”
betty interjects “or we could go to principle weatherbee!”
veronica snaps back “about the coaches son?! who’s captain of the football team and riverdale highs resident golden boy?!”
“and or we-” she pauses nudging me “can expose him in the pages of the blue and gold!! yeah i can do that! she nods frantically placing her hand on kevins shoulder
“spoken like a true good girl who always follows the rules”
i finally speak up “she’s right-” anger bubbles up inside of me “no way-he can’t- not again”
veronica nods at me before shoving Kevin’s phone back into his chest “well i don’t follow rules!”
i agree turning and storming off in the direction of the boyslocker room
it’s not long till veronica is at my side along with betty trailing along “i make them” she seethes “and when necessary i break them”
she turns to the blonde struggling to keep up with the pair of us “you want to help us get revenge on chuck Betty? that’s awesome! but you better be ready to go full dark no stars”
we almost reach the boys locker room and veronica pause turning to face the worried blonde “so what do you say betts in or out”
“im totally in” i leave the two girls not waiting to listen to Betty’s response. we pass jughead who looks worried at my anger he calls my name but i ignore him approaching the doors to the boys locker room
i push through the doors first glancing around to try and spot the culprit but the sea of half naked boys itnwas proving difficult “damn it” i mutter
veronica takes the lead grabbing Betty’s hand and she uses the other to shield her face rushing into the crowd and bumping into the one and only archie andrews
“ronnie, betty, (y/n)? what are you guys doing in here” he quickly rewraps his towel around his torso not wanting to expose himself to the three girls.
“don’t worry about it” ronnie tells my brother attempting to move past him, “no-” he starts blocking our path
“i mean it andrews hit the showers and get out of my way” she shoves past my brother and makes her way deeper into the change rooms
my brother reaches for my shoulder “arch don’t” i move past him and see that veronica and betty have encountered chuck
“b and v- ladies” he licks his lips still wet from the showers, his towel hanging low from his hips his body on full show
veronica steps forward extending her phone toward chuck “this is disgusting, take it down” the boys chuckle
“oh woho why you so wound up? it’s a badge of honour- and well your not exactly virgin territory after your closet date with andrews”
i get ready to interject but betty beats me to it
“okay that’s beyond irrelevant chuck” she pauses “your not allowed to go around humiliating girls for any reason under any circumstances! you-you-jerk!”
her smirks at the blonde addressing her"look i get your not a closet kinda girl but hey, if you want to ride the chuck wagon that can be arranged”
the locker room erupts in snickers the boys rielling each other up
veronica’s quick to defend her best friend “let’s keep this simple so your preppy half murder brain can grasp it
she walks closer to him narrowing the gap between them “take this. the hell. down”
he glances to his boys before leaning down to Veronica’s eye line “see that high, bitch tone attitude might have worked on the betas you dated in new york but-” he pauses “your in bull dog territory now”
the boys back him up by snarling and barking like dogs, how darling of them
“but please fight back” she smirks giddy “your only making it harder for yourself”
betty grabs the raven haired girl but he shoulder and guides her out of the crowed locker room, clearly furious and somewhat embarrassed
as the girls moved im revealed to the jock “oh! is that miss andrews?!” he yells allowing all the boys to turn and gather around me
“you disgust me” i seethe digging my nails into my palms so o don’t lash out at the boy.
“what did you think that you were my last?” he chuckles and i instantly feel sick at the memory “don’t flatter yourself” he smirks
“take it down chuck, now” he rolls his eyes at my persistence “everyone’s already seen it now” he attempts to sass me.
“so you wouldn’t have any problem with deleting it then right?” a bunch of ‘ooohs’ floated around the room making chuck angry
he slams his fist against the locker beside me “did you forget where you are andrews?” the boys start barking again and i roll my eyes at their childishness
“you may be a bulldog chuck but just remember im a vixen and ill bring you down when you least expect it”
i go to punch him and he flinches then continue to try and play it off “well well well, if it isn’t the better half of the andrews” i turn and move past the raven haired jock
“not in the mood reg” i make my way out of the locker room and into the hall when i spot my two friends im presuming making a game plan
“hey wait-” i turn and sigh frustrated “god reggie what now?!” i respond my voice grower louder
he lifts he’s hands up in surrender “is everything okay?” he swallows glancing at me, i hesitate before shaking my head “no but it will be soon enough-” he nods placing a hand on my shoulder
“would you maybe want to come with me to pops tonight? talk about whatever the hell happened in there?” i glance over to my friends then back to reggie
“reggie-” he cuts me off “please (y/n) we haven’t spoken since you moved? i promise it’s just a milkshake and a bite to eat nothing more” i roll my eyes fine 8"
i move away and head over frantically to my friends “ronnie you okay?” she nods offering a small smile
“he took it down- chuck. i made him take it down” she looks up at me and hugs me tight “thank you” i squeeze her back rubbing her back soothingly “its okay” i whisper back
“dad?” i call out closing the front door as i trudge through the house looking for my father.
the sound of drills coming from our backyard was enough to get me curious “dad?” i ask walking out the door and down into our backyard
the shed door was open, my father inside sound proofing our garage. the noise stops as my dad notices my presence “hey kiddo” i smile up at my dad
“what’s all this?”
“just fixing up the shed for your brother, he need somewhere to practice”
i furrow my brows “archies into music? when did that happen?” i chuckle flopping down on one of the couches
“over the summer, there’s a new teacher at the school- miss grundy, she’s been helping archie alot with it” i nod taking in all the new information
“archie never told me about her” i say confused “oh im sure he would’ve wanted to- he probably forget to mention it at some point”
i sit for a few trying to figure out why archie hadn’t told me about his new venture and his closeness to our music teacher
i stand up brushing off my jeans “im going to go to pops” my dad nods “oh pop actually run, wanted to know if you wanted your old job back?”
i widen my eyes surprised “really?!” he nods “you should go see him” i nod giving him a kiss on the cheek before rushing off to the diner
the bell chimes as the door to pops swings open, the older man smiles at me as i walk over the threshold “hey pop!”
“miss andrews just the lady i wanted to see” i smile leaving against the front counter “dad told me the news, id love to come back if you’d like me back” i smile at the man
i worked at pops for about 4 months before i moved, i waitressed and every so often i was allowed into the kitchen to make a few off the menu items
he bends down behind the counter and places my old uniform on the bench in front of me, a cheer to myself running me finger over my badge “thank you!!” i squeal giving him a small hug
“when do you want me to start?” he glances around the semi busy diner “how about now, im expecting hermione to come in soon so you two can keep it down till dinner rush right?” i nod
i grab my uniform and head toward the restroom pausing and turning first “wait who’s hermonie?” he chuckles “it’s fine never mind” i push open the door and change from my school clothes to uniform
when i return to the front desk pop has disappeared and is replaced by a beautiful raven haired older lady, i plaster on a smile and walk toward her
“you must be hermione?” the lady looks up smiling softly at me and dismissing whatever she was doing to walk over to me
“thats me, may i ask who you are?” i mentally face palm “(y/n), andrews- i worked her last year- pop just gave me my job back” she nods
“so your Fred’s daughter?” she questions and i nod “guilty” she giggles at me placing a hand on my shoulder “you look just like your mother- you know your father and i dated in high school”
my jaw drops “no way!! my dad with a woman like you- jeezz i didn’t know he had that much game” the lodge woman smiled at me giving me a nudge on my hip
“your father was devilishly handsome in high school-” i squeeze my eyes shut “oh god- ew” we both share a laugh before I turn and scan the diner spotting a familiar beanie in one of our booths
“friend of yours?” i smile at the thought “yeah something like that- ill be back” i walk over from my fellow co-worker and toward jughead sliding into the booth
“oh im good for a refill- oh (y/n) hey” i smile at the brunette “hey juggie” i play with the ends of my hair as he examines me “cute dress”
i blush and scuff my converse against the diner floor brushing jugheads leg by accident causing me to blush further “its a look isn’t it” i tease and he nods laughing as he continues to type
“i didn’t know you got your job back” he questions eyes moving from me then back to his laptop
“i only just got it back, he called dad and said he’d consider having me back- it’ll be good anyways to get that extra bit of money” he nods silence filling the booth
“can i get you anything? another milkshake?” he closes his laptop and stares into my eyes before dropping to my lips.
i feel something twitch in my stomach that causing me to bite my lip “juggie?” he snapped out of his gaze “hm what?”
i laugh moving myself from my side of the booth to his “do you want me to get you anything?” i say glancing at the empty fries bowls and milkshake glasses.
i knew when he wrote he always ordered a burger and fries to keep him going, sometimes he’d be too wrapped up to even touch the food placed infront of him
he swallows at our closeness eyes darting all over the place “i need to tell you something” he’s arms extends over the back of the booth
“your starting to worry me, what is it? is it important i do have tables to wait” he looks down at my hands placed on his thighs “it’s about your brother, he’s in trouble"
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Silence in the waiting for the blow to fall. The red dust of Henrietta mufflin everything, getting into his lungs and choking his own voice.
Adam thought he knew pain, too.
But this is worse. This ringing, this absense. This is something he cannot hide with scholarships and hard work. This is not something he can fix with a bit of grease. He’s Damaged™ now, and he’d take a dozen broken bones over this.
“Tell me,” he asks Gansey, and belatedly tilts his head so he can hear his friend deliver the news he already knows.
The church is its own kind of quiet, which is why it’s so strange that Ronan Lynch seems to fit there. He wouldn’t think that the wings Ronan wears on his back would fold down enough to let him through the doors, and yet here he is, on his doorstep again.
And he says nothing, again.
Adam knows, and Ronan must know that he does. But he says nothing, and so Adam has nothing to respond to, and they’re adrift in this sea of non-verbal communication, everything possible and nothing concrete. Like the prayers Ronan mouths but doesn’t dare say, anymore. Like totems worn smooth with searching fingers.
“Tell me,” he asks Blue, and Blue says Gansey’s going to die.
They all find their battles in the end, unravelling a spider and a curse, two impossible tasks, five impossible figures. How many plots are they juggling now, not daring to say them out loud for fear of alerting someone else to the game? Gansey can’t know his fate. Blue can’t know her own feelings. Ronan can’t know his own worth.
Well, he’s a hypocrite, but he already knew that. That’s not a secret at all.
Noah knows everything, but he doesn’t often talk to Adam. It’s frustrating, because he feels like he should be listening for something from the ghost boy, but he keeps standing on the wrong side, keeps flinching at any noise that might be that voice coming back to whisper in his dead ear again.
Maybe that’s the one thing worse than the quiet.
All too soon the end is coming at them and Adam isn’t ready. He digs in his hands, gets dirt under his nails as he tries to grab for more time. He grabs at ties, done up properly just for him, at tins of dream things just for him, at a little car that plays a tune.
“Tell me,” he asks Ronan.
He grasps at the boy in front of him as they fall forward, fall together, finally say everything they needed to with body language they both understand. And yes, talking will happen later, but this is the best conversation starter either of them have ever managed, so he’s not worried. Not about this.
After, he asks Gansey an impossible question, and the king delivers, like he wakes the dead, like he commands the world itself to move. He talks of quiet like a good thing, and Adam traces the feeling of another heartbeat in his fingertips, and starts to perhaps understand.