#honestly i think if chuck wasn’t homophobic all this wouldn’t have happened

[spghtrbry]

sauls goodmans

[mattzerella-sticks]

Thoughts on "Carry On" after I've mulled it over:

Now that I've had time to sit on it, I can be a little more precise on my thoughts of this finale:

- Dean's 'ending': Taken out by a rusty nail... I hate it. Then I heard some opinions - without Chuck there were no magic fixes, and this was bound to happen if they continued hunting because of that. It was a human, ordinary, accidental death meaning the Winchesters are just ordinary. Still, being taken out by a nail or rebarb or whatever wasn't a satisfying death for Dean Winchester. Added to the fact he most certainly wanted to live (Miracle, job application, etc.) And he didn't want to hunt anymore either! He wasn't looking for hunts (like Sam was). They stumbled onto that hunt by accident.

From a writer's point of view, I can say now it makes sense with the plot of the episode (only). Dean's death was a catalyst - to give Sam 'freedom' and to show us, the audience, what Heaven was like now that Jack is God. His own sort of 'freedom', I guess.

Unfortunately the plot of the episode still sucked. Just because it makes sense 'story wise' (and I say that very loosely because Dean didn't even get his loose ends tied up nicely). A death during a hunt was something Dean figured would happen in his youth, and he didn't care because he practically was a ghost without many physical attachments. Now he has so many they decide to take him away and for what purpose? It is the last episode. A series finale should only hurt in saying goodbye to the characters, but not like this.

And a goodbye like this, for a character who has had suicidal tendencies and from the looks of it was moving past that, who never really thought about his wants until this moment, and who was on the cusp of being textually confirmed queer (which would have been monumental just saying), it felt like we as fans were stabbed by the rebarb. Which goes to show how much we love the character, one thing. And I think that's why they knew it would hurt. However, they were so wrapped up in this 'shock' they didn't think about any of the consequences listed above as to why this would hurt not only us but their legacy. They figured it'd be a bookend, only for a book whose story ended a decade ago.

- Cas: A one-sentence reference sucks. That's just it.

Fanfiction was mostly built around Cas, too, and I had a feeling they wouldn't show his rescue because leaving that to us would be a good gift. "Here, Cas is alive and human but we won't tell you how - our last fanfiction gap". But Cas's absence wasn't a fanfiction gap, it's a canyon. So much of this episode doesn't make sense without Cas. And, honestly, a good chunk of outrage could have been avoided if Misha was allowed to film (or, if rumors were true, if they left his scenes in). Like it's been proven the majority of fans love Cas, and Jensen and Jared love Misha, so not having him in the finale gives credence to, that the cast and crew might love Misha, TPTB certainly didn't. And doesn't that tarnish your legacy, that you have a man dedicate 12 years of his life to your show and this is how you repaid him? Even if they decided to 'no homo' Cas's declaration (which i doubt they would have because those optics are much worse) at least show it.

Which leads to why he wasn't included in the finale. If he was there, they'd have to have him and Dean talk. About that night, when Cas told Dean he loves him. And if they did, and had there be a reciprocal confession, I bet things on Tumblr would have felt a little different. An equal exchange instead of plain highway robbery.. Yes we would all still want Dean and Cas to live long, human lives, but at least Dean and Cas's emotional arcs were resolved by the SHOW WRITERS, whose job it is to do so. Not ours! But they never understood how to give Castiel good things. Clearly, they know how to make Castiel give good things (like creating Dean's perfect Heaven for him) but not receive them in kind (reciprocated love from Dean). By not having this, it plays exactly into the bury your gays trope we were all afraid of, even if Cas is back. Because he, a queer character, is still living his life for a character he believes doesn't love him back - even if Cas 'doesn't need to know if that's true'. The audience does, and I'm sure Misha did as well.

The writers set up such an easy win but what this finale did was put every character back to season one, and given Misha didn't show up until season 4, makes sense why he wasn't in this episode.

- Sam's life after Dean: Sam liked being a hunter. We had how many countless episodes show that? He enjoyed saving people, research, being a leader - he was good at it. Hell, they even made it a point to have him find someone in the life who understood what it was like to hunt and wrote a beautiful relationship that also gave disability rep.

Only they never followed through.

Like, with Dean, so much of this lead up was then tossed out the window by Sam starting a family, which he never had any indication he wanted to do in these later seasons. Since season 8, really. What we got was that he liked to hunt, he was good at it. He could have restarted the Men of Letters, America chapter, and made the hunters even more connected than before!

Not saying he didn't do that, but knowing how Sam was raised I doubt he would let himself hunt with a kid. So, by showing him marry and have Dean Jr., it's a non-textual confirmation he retired. Which, like with Dean's ending, didn't make sense with what he wanted. It felt like a "might as well" since Dean wasn't there any longer. Like, whats the point of doing something I love now that I don't have my brother with me?

Instead of leaving the Bunker he should have transformed it into a bustling center of activity so he wasn't alone. Extend the Winchester family further and become the hunters' patriarch. Eileen being the matriarch.

Which, circling back, Eileen should have had textual confirmation, too. They showed a brunette woman standing far back, and I get if the actress couldn't be there to film why they would do that. But why not show pictures of him and Eileen if they did marry? I mean, there's a giant picture of Sam with Dean, Mary, and John I DON'T remember them ever having. Why he would blow that up after having two previous episodes talk about how much of a bad father he is...

Sam's ending falls in the same vein as Dean's in that it's unsatisfactory and doesn't fit the character anymore. Not saying Sam didn't want this in the past, but we all saw him change. Hunting was in his blood, and he was fantastic at it. It used to be a way for him to hang with Dean but it would have also been good to see him carry on the legacy in Dean's honor. A better way then by naming his son Dean.

Which strikes another nail on the head. We have Dean, a subtextually queer/textually ambiguous sexuality character, die, and because of this Sam can go on and live the 'apple pie life'? Cas's confession scene wasn't homophobic, but damned if Sam didn't spend the thirty years after Dean's death yelling 'Straight Pride'.

Textually, giving characters a family is a common trope in these sort of epilogues. Harry Potter, Hunger Games, etc. A way to show they've moved on from trauma and are trying to be happy (albeit in a very antiquated way). But at least it fit with those characters and stories. This was Sam trying to be a person who he wasn't anymore, who clearly would rather be on the road hunting (given that ugly wig scene in the garage with Dean's Impala). Actually, worse, it felt like Sam was trying to live a life Dean always wanted. Which shows that even if he's alive Sam isn't happy with what his life was, he was content. He was waiting for death.

- Dean's time in Heaven: Like I said previously about Dean and his 'death', it makes sense to have Dean die early if the goal was to show how Heaven had been changed. Which hurts worse because that again reinforces how Dean's storyline truly is left unresolved for plot development.

And, honestly, they should have cut this entire sequence if they weren't gonna have the cameos. They should have changed the script so that Dean didn't die, because there was no emotional pay-off of Dean going to heaven. We're told it's freedom, however it's more like a waiting room. For Dean, driving endlessly until Sam dies. And for us, being told we can't start writing until Sam gets there and we finish his montage.

Like, is it beautiful that Jack and Cas remade heaven so Dean would be happy? Yes. Did I need to know this until like maybe the last few minutes? No. Dean could have lived a long life, with Cas/without Cas, and then die first and be taken to Heaven. And then after Bobby gives him the rundown, about how time works differently here, we get the Sam end of life and see him pop up too. And when Sam asks what happened to Heaven, Dean could have clapped him on the back and told him he'd explain in the car and they drive away knowing they lived a good life, and have eternity of peace.

Because having Heaven be an open sandbox, for us, to let characters roam free and see those they love without them being memories - beautiful and exactly how Heaven should be. It definitely is something we as writers would have enjoyed if we didn't get it how we did.

Because it hadn't felt like Dean nor Sam deserved the deaths they got. Making Heaven, ultimate freedom, seem such a dangerous idea. That the only true peace is in death (Dean) and life is spent waiting for death so you can be reunited (Sam). What about any of that makes it seem like any of what Sam and Dean did was worth it? Was good? At least on Earth. Sure, without them (and Cas and Jack) Heaven wouldn't be the way it was. But that doesn't seem like a good reward for them. Their reward should have been living long lives (both of them) and them buttoning it with those five to seven minutes of how Heaven changed (more if they decided to leave Cas as an angel despite that being, again, zero character growth and not aligning with how the story was unfolding)

And after a painful, undeserved death, we get Dean in Heaven but still not happy? It was clear Dean was still waiting to let himself enjoy seeing all his family, his friends, Cas, because Sam wasn't there. Which shows he hadn't broken the sacrificial cycle because he's not putting himself first! "Oh but he has eternity to do it!" Yes, but he shouldn't have had to wait still. His whole life has been spent waiting and he gets killed just before he gets his due, and we never see him particularly 'enjoy' his reward, which is too tragic for a series finale. "He could have done more than drive, we don't know!" Yes, but if they're not showing it then why should I read into it? This finale isn't deep. "But covid-" Yeah, I get that. They should have changed the script because without those cameos Dean's time in Heaven was more than pointless and this whole finale was just an exercise in how to hate your main characters.

What this boils down to is that we, as fans, were told that this was for us, except we already knew Heaven was ours because Heaven was supposed to be the implied. Heaven is whatever we make of it. We didn't need to be told this through the show. Having this be the goal of this episode, of the finale - which sums up the goal of the entire series, really - be totally focused on the life we get after death instead of doing the most to make life on Earth paradise for you, was rotten. And Sam's 'happily ever after' was cheapened because of Dean's death.

- Family Don't End in Blood?: Taking into account all of the above, the show has failed the core message of what we as a fandom loved. Family don't end in blood.

Again, I get that covid stole any chance of reunions in Heaven, but it also stole so many others. Like Sam wouldn't have called Garth, Jody, Donna, the girls and Eileen, to have them here for Dean's funeral? Sam wouldn't have burned Dean alone! We know there was some time that passed since the hunt and Dean's funeral by the dog being there, but it should have been more people. Which, again, they should have axed it from the story if they couldn't get them because, like these side characters have done from the beginning, they change the context of the show! Sam's loneliness would have hit harder if it was a room full of people all telling stories about Dean to then just him, alone, in the Bunker trying to move on.

The writers thought we didn't need all these cameos, but we did because - as we keep repeating - while the show, at its heart, is Sam and Dean, there were so many more people who gave their characters depth and allowed for this show to continue. It should have been a celebration of who the boys became and how it was through these bonds they were able to overcome so much.

Which, if redone in that context, Dean's speech to Sam could have been so much better. More poignant and hopeful instead of sad. I mean, I could barely focus on what was being said because I was in too much shock of what was being done to Dean. If they had a similar speech, given with Dean and Sam parting ways to start new lives. Dean reminding Sam he's done so much good, that he's proud of his brother and knows he can do so much even without him, the emotional beat would have still hit! Probably even better than with his death. Because my takeaway from Dean's death isn't "Dean is proud of Sam" it's "Dean died stupidly".

Going to show that this entire script was a series of choices that were all the worst possible outcome, stitched together and handed in. It didn't feel congruent to the story and, instead, a bunch of items checked off of a list the writers were given. It didn't feel like the culmination of the series like we were promised, instead a 'what if the show skipped fourteen years after season 2, John's dead, Mom's killer dead, and no demon deal'. It felt like (even if it wasn't intended) the writers telling us "don't expect people to change or that happy ending exist in life" which, given current climates and attitudes, is dangerous.

Overall:

They were trying to satisfy an audience built around fandom and fanworks, they wanted to leave so much "up to interpretation" so we can continue crafting our narratives through this open sandbox. What they failed to consider is that we don't care where the brothers, or any of the characters, physically are in this show, we care more about the characters themselves and their emotional goals. That's why we write fanfiction. That's why there's a lot of canon divergence. We thank them for the world and play around in it. So, by giving Sam and Dean these 'half-lives' on screen, letting loose threads hang so we, as an audience, can fill in the blanks (Dean and Cas's heaven reunion, who Sam married, what Dean did while driving for fifty years, etc.) was a poor and lazy decision because we are tired of having to do your job! Supernatural is a collaborative effort yes, but they misunderstood the assignment. We still need textual goalposts, like seeing Cas or Eileen. We needed them to finish what they were saying, so we could then take over and continue the story.

A series finale should feel poignant but the only really emotional moment was Dean's death (not for good reasons), and the rest was filler. Your series finale should not feel like filler. It felt rushed. It felt sloppy and - because of not including a certain character - plain rude. Just... it didn't work. The short of it is that the finale, as a whole, didn't work. It didn't wrap the show up in its entirety like we were promised it would. And if they do revive this show for a mini-series or movie, they best forget what happened in episode 20.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #304

“she’s got a hold on me  /  maybe she is just what they want me to be”

How many foreign friends do you have? Only one that I know of that actually immigrated into America in their life. I think. In which countries do they live? She was born in Asia, either China or Japan. What was your dream birthday party as a kid? I either wanted to go to the skating rink or Chuck E. Cheese. Have you ever come up with your own game? As a kid, definitely. Whose hand did you hold last? Probably my niece's or nephew's if they were taking me somewhere. What was the last thing you planted? Habaneros, I think. Do you have a green thumb or are you all thumbs with plants? I don't really try with plants because I'm not interested in the maintenance. What or who was the last thing you gossiped about? Does telling your therapist about another person and what they do to stress you out count? lol Any books on your night stand? Wings of Fire: The Brightest Night. Would you ever consider going vegetarian? I was briefly one, but I had to introduce meat back into my diet because I just hate too many foods needed to keep me healthy without meat. I would love love LOVE to go vegan, but I just can't. When's the last time you helped a senior citizen somehow? Probably holding open a door for someone in a wheelchair. What's the most selfless act you have done? I don't know... Maybe letting my mother use all my Christmas and birthday money (which was a lot) to take care of bills to keep us from being evicted and losing the car. She was going to pay me back, but then cancer happened. Have you ever intentionally fed a house spider? No. What makes you feel lucky? The fact I have a roof over my head, food on the table, access to water... That kind of stuff. Never take it for granted. How many Lidls are there in your town? One. Last time you went to Ikea, what did you buy? I don't believe we've ever bought anything from there? But I wouldn't really know. How do you like your favorite beverage? Really cold in a can, heeeeell yeah. What's your big family secret? We don't really have one. What did you think you were good at, until you saw someone else do it? I remember thinking I was the "gifted" artist in school until I met my acquaintance Cailin in the 5th grade, lol. She is SO talented. What is something nice going on in your life right now? My partial hospitalization program is going well. I'm getting more comfortable with talking via things like Zoom, it's a good opportunity for me to socialize with like-minded people almost every day, and I ADORE one of the teachers so much so that I want him to be my normal therapist. I have never in the entirety of my life felt less judged and more cared for from any therapist before him, and it's almost supernatural how easily this man reads people. You could twitch a certain way and he picks it up. I'm ready for him to teach more of the sessions. What was the pinnacle of wealth to you as a child? The idea of owning one of those toy crane machines, haha. If I saw one in a store, I would like beeeeg for it. I remember I cried once when I came across one I adored, it was just too expensive, lol. I did eventually get a little one, I think. What's something that you hate, but can't live without? My meds. What skill do you not talk about, because you feel it sounds like bragging? I don't really brag about anything I think I'm good at because I feel bad about it and don't wanna emit a "better than you" vibe. Who's the worst person you've encountered on the Internet? Ahhh, a lovely "friend" nicknamed Shakes. God she hated me. If death wasn't a consequence, what would you try? Probably ride a motorcycle. I'm too scared to risk the possibility of crashing, and those wrecks are nasty. What's the dumbest thing you've heard someone say? There's this one video of a TV show host thinking the moon was a planet and it was just- What is the worst smell you can remember? This smell was forever branded into my memory as if it was fuckin trauma. When my late dog Teddy had a massive, infected cyst near his ~you know~ and also wore diapers because of incontinence with his age (also keep in mind he had a UTI we couldn't afford to fix, and that smells bad enough), changing the diaper he would wear overnight could, swear to God, be enough to make you puke. It literally came to a point that I personally could no longer do it. It sounds so so bad and selfish, and it probably is, but Mom had to do it before she left and came home from work; she's way less fazed by stuff like that than me. Yes, when we had the money, we got the cyst removed. What song gets better the louder it gets? Only like, every song I enjoy. The louder the better until it becomes obnoxious to others. What's the biggest inconvenience that does NOT ruin your day? Having to pee at like an unnatural frequency? haha What's something everybody should know how to do? Cook... which I don't know how to do. What is a great movie no one knows about? I'unno. I don't really know the success level of most movies unless you see stuff about it everywhere. What type of person could the world use less of? Rapists, pedophiles, monsters like that. What makes you tingle? I have this odd reaction to rubbing my hand while someone is holding it???? idk why????? What’s the best Wi-Fi name you’ve seen? Oh MAN, I wish I could remember 'em all. I've seen some goodies. What's easy to learn, but hard to master? God, it's pathetic that my immediate response is related to a video game, haha. Then again it's such a common idea that it's basically a meme in the World of Warcraft community. So, playing hunters in the game. They're argued to be one of the - if not the - easiest classes in the game that requires little to no skill, while as a hunter main, I disagree with the second part firmly. I don't know about the other specializations because I don't play them, but at least in beast mastery, it takes focus and thinking ahead to master your rotation for optimal damage and just to generally be a skilled player of the class. Not to mention you need to watch your pet(s), too. What's something you've changed your opinion on? Wow, LOTS. Tons of political ideas, like my stance on gay rights, transgender folks, etc... If you had a refilling bowl, what would you want it to contain? For some reason my mind immediately jumped to fresh strawberries. I'm picky with the firmness of fruit, so I won't eat them if they're older because ew. If your bedroom had three portals to anywhere, where would they lead? I mean this in the least creepy way possible, but Sara's house so we could actually hang out, Dad's house so I could see him more, and then uhhh South Africa to regularly see meerkitties. You can ask any author one question about their story. What do you ask? Oh, I dunno. I've got some for writers of other media, but I guess by "author," you mean this is for books exclusively. If you have caffeine late in the day, does it cause you to struggle with your sleep? Shit, I wouldn't even know because I essentially always have caffeine in my system. I don't believe it affects me. When you struggle to sleep, what do you do instead? Keep trying to sleep, or more common than not, I do exactly what you shouldn't do and get back on the laptop for a while. Who was the last person you spoke to for the first time? How did you come to speak to this person? My most recent therapist in the PHP. I love love love him. The therapists rotate the days they teach, and he was the last one I met. Are there any TV shows from your childhood that you still watch today? I'm not opposed to it if I actually watched television. Do you enjoy buying gifts for other people, or do you never know what to buy them? If I actually have the money to, omg yes. I honestly do think I create or buy very thoughtful gifts, and I just really enjoy reminding other people that I love and think about them. Who were you with the last time you went out for a meal? My sisters, Mom, and I went to the Cheesecake Factory for my birthday dinner. That place has come to oust Olive Garden as my favorite restaurant, haha. What’s the last thing you watched on TV? Is this a programme you watch regularly? I believe it was this amateur cooking show called Nailed It!, I think it was, with my mom when I sat in the living room with her for dinner one night. Do you have a favorite documentary subject (eg. nature, celebrities, history, crime)? Absolutely animals. Does having to wear a mask stop you from doing anything, just because you dislike them or find them uncomfortable? Do not fucking talk to me if you're anti-mask. If I set foot in public, I'm wearing a mask like a goddamn considerate human being. Do you prefer zip-up or overhead hoodies? Overhead. I really dislike the appearance of zippers on them. If you have a yard or garden, how much time do you spend out there? N/A When was the last time someone bought you flowers? What was the occasion? I think it was the first time Tyler came to my house. This was quite a few years ago. When was the last time you stayed overnight away from home? Was this with friends, family or in a hotel somewhere? What was the occasion? Hell, I'm pretty sure I haven't slept over anywhere since the last time I was visiting Sara, which was like, two years ago. What’s your favorite period to learn about in history? What got you interested in this particular era? The Renaissance; I always found it to be an attractive subject, art being in its "glory days" and all. My Art History course in college really hooked me in. What is the smallest thing you lose your temper over instantly? Homophobic bullshit. What's a job that doesn't get enough respect? As others have said before me, teachers might just top the list. The shit they gotta put up with for so little pay... What did you take for granted until you visited another country? I've never left America, so I wouldn't know. Who is your favorite scientist and why? I don't have a favorite; I don't know nearly enough about any. Do you prefer emoticons or emoji? I'm from the emoticons era, so I'm biased, haha. How did you meet your pet? Roman was the kitten of one of my sister's mother-in-law's females. They have quite a cat problem and wanted to adopt the kittens out, and Mom knew I desperately wanted a cat, so there we go. One day when we were over there, she showed me the kittens, and Roman caught my eye instantly with his beautiful blue eyes. Venus, I "met" via the Morph Market, a reptile hub website for selling, as the name implies, reptiles that are generally morphs of their species. I was clicking through the genes, keeping my price ceiling in mind, and really fell in love with champagnes, and I thought Venus in specific was just absolutely beautiful. I officially met her as a little thing mailed to me, and she was and still is just the sweetest. I wanna point out that when I chose Venus, I hadn't the slightest idea that champagnes harbored "the spider gene," as otherwise I would have avoided adopting her and feeding the market. Regardless, I love her to death and wouldn't trade her out. Did/Do you have any PEZ dispensers? I did as a kiddo, yeah. Do you enjoy erotic stories? If so, do you read them or write them? No; they make me really uncomfortable. When writing RP, some scenes can get sexual, but I have my limits for sure and know when to stop writing and just time-skip. If you had to choose, which one would you rather have: a pet or a baby? Keep the baby away from me. Gimme a plains hognose or tarantula, please. ^Why did you choose the one you chose? I don't want kids at all but would love the mentioned animals as pets. Do you live with your parents or on your own/with a partner? I live with my mother. What's the car of your dreams? I don't have a "dream car." Have you ever witnessed something or someone die? Animals, yes. Has anyone ever told you that you snore or talk in your sleep? I don't snore, but I talk a LOT. Do you have any houseplants? No. Are you more on a laptop or a desktop computer? I only have a laptop, and I prefer them for portability's sake. If you could do absolutely anything, what would you like to do the most? Entirely leave behind my anxiety, probably. Or PTSD. Do you think your parents raised you well? Yeah. Dad didn't really take much part in "raising" us/enforcing rules and stuff, but hey, my sisters and I wound up being good people. Do you have a Facebook? Yeah. Do you know any of your neighbors? Definitely not well. We haven't lived here long at all. Does/did any of your relatives have an interesting, nowadays unusual job? I'm sure somebody does. Have you met your ideal partner yet? I think so. Have you had a serious relationship yet? If so, how many? Yeah, two. Do you enjoy books, magazines or comic books the most? Books. Are your parents old-fashioned or up-to-date about certain things? Dad is more old-fashioned I think, while Mom is pretty up-to-date. Do you or did you at some point keep a diary? I very briefly did on a few occasions. I always had a journal I wrote in during all my hospital stays. Have you ever upcycled trash into useful items? I remember I once followed this craft idea on Animal Planet where you turn a milk jug into a bird house. We never got any birds in it, though. Which color Skittle do you like best? The only right answer is red. What’s your favorite element? Of the classic four, fire. If you had your own radio show, what would it be like? YIKES, I don't want one. Don't make me talk in front of (through a radio or not) people. What has been the biggest surprise you’ve ever gotten? An "impossible" breakup over Facebook Messenger lmaoooo. Is there a holiday you can’t stand at all? There aren't any that I "can't stand," but I do hold at least some degree of dislike of ones bastardized by religion. It's disrespectful as fuck. Who is your favorite person in the whole world? My mom. Has there ever been an activity you became obsessed with? I was definitely obsessed with RPing in my early teens. Like, I ALWAYS wanted to be writing it. What has been the strangest place you ran into someone from your past? I can't think of an occurance. What is something people tend to come to you about? Anything related to English and grammar. If applicable, what's the furthest you've traveled because of a hobby? For purely a hobby, definitely not very far, partially because I can't drive or afford travelling via plane or whatever. Do you have souvenirs from other countries? If so, what and from where? N/A What do you do when someone is talking to you about something you don't care about? Pretend to be interested to avoid being rude. Do you have Photoshop installed on your computer? Yeah. Do you put lotion on after you get out of the shower? No, but I need to. Has anyone ever given you a promise ring? No. Do you have any bruises on you? Yeah, on my shin. When getting in Ash's van the other day, I hit it against the thing that helps you step up into the vehicle. Because of my muscle atrophy, I, and I am not kidding, can barely manage to absolutely yank myself up there. And mind you, her van isn't even very high up at all. My legs are just that damn weak. Any changes in appearance lately? Gaining weight is fucking lovely. Who was the last person to call you babe or baby? Probably a gal friend commenting on a selfie or something on Facebook. Do you hate the person you fell hardest for? Sometimes. Do you actually care about other's problems? Probably too much for my own good. Have you ever gotten a teddy bear from someone? Besides my mom, I don't think so.

[marril96]

Domestic Disturbance

Pairing: Rowena x reader

Summary: Rowena and reader's night of fun is ruined when two police officers show up at their door.

Editor: @oswinthestrange

Things were just getting heated in the bedroom when the bell rang and, like a flip of a switch, your entire night went to hell.

Rowena, pissed beyond belief (no one dared interrupt her sexy times), suggested pretending nobody was home, but with the lights on and her very, very loud moaning (the woman was quite a vocal lover) not even a minute earlier, whoever was at the door wouldn't buy that. No one in their right mind would.

So, begrudgingly, the two of you slipped on robes and, shouting that you were coming to stop the incessant ringing, headed for the door.

On your doorstep were two men clad in uniforms as dark as the night, in their mid-thirties, faces bearing similar professional, curt expressions. Stern but not rude. All business, no play.

Police officers.

"Good evening," they said in unison, in an almost rehearsed pace.

You returned the greeting. Rowena did as well a full moment afterwards, a picture-perfect smile plastered over her face. The sugary sweet one you'd learned to recognize as a clear sign that she did not want to be in this situation a single bit and she was playing along to get out of it as soon as possible.

Sounded like a plan.

"We got a call about possible domestic violence in this house," one of the officers said.

"What?" you said, baffled.

Rowena was just as shocked. "That's surely a mistake," she said, trying her hardest to keep the rage that was no doubt bubbling up inside her contained. "I can assure you fine policemen no violence of any kind has ever occurred in this house."

Unless they counted you slapping her in the face, choking her, and swinging at her with a leather whip from time to time, including earlier tonight.

Shit!

The officers turned to her and took in her reddened cheek, neck with marks in the shapes of fingers, and a long, thin welt on her forearm.

Then they turned to (spotless, unharmed) you and you knew right then and there that you were in big trouble.

Shit, shit, shit!

An embarrassed blush crept up to your cheeks at the same time as chills of dread spilled from the back of your neck down the length of your spine.

How were you supposed to explain your girlfriend's injuries were voluntary? That she had asked you to hurt her, enjoyed it, relished in it? Would they believe you? Would they believe her?

It wasn't unheard of in situations like these for the victim to defend their significant other out of fear. These officers had to have witnessed it first hand; it was only natural for them to be suspicious. It was, after all, their job.

However, no domestic violence had happened here. No abuse of any kind. You'd never raised your hand at Rowena. Had never once thought of hitting her, of hurting her in any way. Hell, sometimes you felt guilty for shouting at her during arguments. The mere thought that you would abuse her was ridiculous.

The evidence, though, said otherwise. At least in the eyes of strangers.

"May we come in?" the other officer said.

Your throat suddenly felt as if it were stuffed with cotton, dry to the point of pain.

"Whatever for?" Rowena asked politely. Too politely. The what-in-hell-do-I-have-to-do-for-you-to-get-the-fuck-off-my-property kind of polite.

"Just to talk a bit," the first officer told her.

"It's routine," the other one added.

Rowena looked at you, then back at them, smile never leaving her face, and said, "Whatever you need. We've nothing to hide. Isn't that right, dearest?"

"Of course," you made yourself utter, mimicking — or rather trying and failing badly to mimic — her fake courteous tone.

The officers observed the house as they entered it, took in every visible surface, every detail. There were no signs of struggle; no blood on the walls and floor, no broken furniture, no shattered glass. Nothing to indicate there had been violence of any kind prior to them appearing. The living room was small and cozy. If something bad had happened, there would have been traces. You hoped they saw it the same way.

One officer took Rowena aside, while the other, who introduced himself as Rogers, led you to the other side. Blood ran cold in your veins. Did they think you really did it? Did they think Rowena was scared to talk honestly around you? Was that why they were separating you?

A shot of anger bubbled up inside you, but you kept it down. No use getting angry in front of the police. They were just doing their job, you reminded yourself. If you'd received a domestic violence call and then saw an injured woman, you would be suspicious as well.

"Can you tell me what happened?" officer Rogers said in a friendly voice that made you feel comfortable to tell him all your secrets.

Not that you wanted to. How were you supposed to tell someone your girlfriend got injured during sex, and only because she'd asked for it?

Blushing, you said, "Nothing."

He cocked up an eyebrow. You couldn't tell if he believed you or not. "A neighbor said they saw what they described as domestic violence through the window."

They.

You held back a snort.

She. It was a she, and you knew exactly who she was. That old hag had had it in for you and Rowena ever since you'd moved in. She was just asking for an excuse to report you for something. Anything.

And you'd given it to her on a silver platter. You mentally cursed yourself for forgetting to shut the blinds. In your defense, you were going to just as you'd closed the window, but then you saw Rowena, naked as the day she'd been born, with a whip in her lap and a smirk on her mouth, and everything else was instantly forgotten.

So really, it was Rowena's fault you were in this mess.

"It was Mrs. Holloway, wasn't it?" you said, the hag's name bitter on your tongue. Poison. Cyanide. "She's been harassing us for ages!"

Harassing was too mild a word for what that bat had done to the two of you. She'd openly, very loudly, called you whores, dykes, and Satan-worshippers. It was that last one that had, at one point, pissed Rowena off so much that she cursed her. Mrs. Holloway had broken out in boils and hives that lasted for a week and left ugly scars. She was certain you and Rowena had done that to her, which, in her mind, confirmed that you were Satanists.

But really, what she was actually bothered by was that you were two women in a relationship living together. It was clear from the very start your lifestyle had offended her delicate, old-fashioned sensibilities. Everything else was just an excuse to harass you for daring to be a same-sex couple in her neighborhood.

"I'm not at liberty to say who it was," officer Rogers said, but from the look in his eyes you knew you'd guessed right.

You sighed. "Nothing happened, really," you said with utmost conviction, praying to Chuck he believed you. "We were just, um…"

He cocked his head to the side, prompting you to go on.

Heat spilled into your cheeks and down your neck. "We were having sex." You had to force the words out of your mouth, throat tight with embarrassment. "We-we forgot to shut the blinds and I guess the, um" — homophobic bitch — "neighbor saw us."

You wished the earth would open underneath your feet and swallow you whole.

Officer Rogers nodded, a tad flustered but professional. He must have heard stories like this a lot. Maybe even walked in on a few. "Okay, so it was a willing sexual encounter?"

"Yeah," you said. "Rowena — my girlfriend — she likes it a bit… rough." Understatement of the century. "We usually make sure the blinds are shut, but tonight we forgot. It's really embarrassing." Understatement of the millenia.

The officer smiled. "Understandable."

You returned a nervous smile. "The neighbor just waited for an excuse to report us for something."

"Every neighborhood has one of those," Rogers said.

"Guess so."

"We're sorry for bursting in like this," he told you. "We have to take every report seriously."

"I totally understand," you said, and you did. It wasn't them you were angry at. "It's your job."

"Make sure to shut the blinds next time."

"Believe me, we will!"

Just as you said that, a loud, overly dramatic exclamation of "WHAT?!" echoed through the small room. Rowena was fuming, her face red as a tomato, like a bomb about to explode.

Oh, no.

Oh, hell, no!

"How dare you?! You come into my house and you—"

"Ma'am, I'm just—" the officer talking to her tried, but was promptly, curtly cut off.

"I will not tolerate such insinuati—"

"I'm not trying to offend—"

"Who the hell do you think you are?!"

"I'm just—"

"Get out!"

The officer put his hands up in a placating motion. "Ma'am—"

"Get out of my bloody house!" shrieked Rowena and pointed her perfectly manicured forefinger to the door. The fingers on her other hand clenched around a piece of paper, crumpling it into a ball. Something told you she wanted to do the same thing to the officer's head.

"Ma'am, calm down," officer Rogers said.

"Rowena, it's okay," you said before she could snap at him, too. Her eyes locked with yours, and you gave a small nod, a wordless warning that she should calm down before she did something that would land the two of you in actual trouble.

"Officer Matthews," Rowena spat the title bitterly, tone even, calmer. A tranquil fury on the edge of eruption. One more push and she was done, "has made some outrageous and outright offensive claims that I do not appreciate."

Her polite — ish — way of saying he said something that pissed her off so much she wanted to hurt him.

You hoped she wouldn't hurt him.

"Ms. MacLeod, I never meant to offend you or your partner," officer Matthews said earnestly. "I'm just doing my job."

"Your job—"

You cut her off before she could tell him exactly what she thought about his job and the way he was doing it. "She knows. You know, right, Rowena?" You shot her a look that told her she'd better know. "She's just a bit… temperamental. Please, don't be mad at her. She really meant no harm."

"We understand this is a very stressful situation for you," officer Rogers said.

Matthews nodded in agreement. "We're only here to resolve this issue. Preferably without incident." He looked at Rowena as he said that.

The sweet smile was back on her mouth, just as fake, just as sugary. "Of course," she said in a tone that matched it perfectly. Her hand shot up to her heart. "My humblest apologies for my behaviour. I guess I just get a wee protective of my darling sometimes. You understand, don't you?"

"Of course," officer Matthews replied. "Like I said, I meant no offense. Just doing my job."

"Fine job, it is! Our town is so lucky to have such dedicated policemen protecting it."

You turned your head and rolled your eyes. Smiling was one thing — that she could somewhat pull off. Acting, on the other hand…

For some reason, Rowena thought herself a fabulous actress. You didn't have the heart to tell her she was worse than a first grader in a school play. And that people giving her odd looks weren't doing that because she impressed them, but because they were confused by her exaggerated drama.

You cleared your throat. "Um, are-are you guys done here? It's a bit late and we're tired…"

"I think we are," officers Rogers said with a nod. "Matthews?"

"Yeah," other officer agreed. "Everything seems to be in order."

You smiled, satisfied. Finally.

Hand in hand, you and Rowena walked the officers out and sent them off with a greeting, happy this drama — this nightmare — was finally over. As soon as your door was locked tight, you let out a deep, hard sigh you'd been holding back for a while. Relief flooded you, weight lifting off your aching shoulders.

You guessed it could have been worse. Those could have been hunters instead of police officers at your door.

Thinking of it like that didn't make you feel any better.

"I wanted to kill that bloody copper!" Rowena exclaimed, startling you.

"What happened?" you asked. "What did he say to you?"

Knowing her, it could have been something minor, something random that wouldn't have offended anyone who wasn't Rowena MacLeod. You loved the woman, but she had a temper as explosive as a firecracker and an intense difficulty mode that seemed to be her default setting.

"He gave me this!" She held up the crumpled piece of paper, ripped at the folds.

You took it from her, observed it. It was blank, save from a number printed in the middle. "What is it?"

"A number for a women's shelter two cities away! A bloody women's shelter!" she said, outraged at the very prospect of going there.

The prospect of going there because of you.

Never. Not in a million years.

All you'd done from day one was keep her safe. Protect her. Take care of her. You'd worked so hard to earn her trust; you'd never do anything to lose it.

"Who does he think he is?" Rowena said, echoing your thoughts with perfect precision.

Who was he? How dare he make that assumption? How dare he think you would ever hurt her?

He didn't know you. Didn't know her. Didn't know anything about either of you, about your relationship. He had no right to imply such horrid things without a shred of insight of what happened.

Yes, he was just doing his job, and yes, you, too, would be suspicious of a person's injury, but this was different. This was you and Rowena. At worse, the two of you screamed your lungs at each other. And then spent the rest of the day making up for it by hugging, kissing, and makeup sex. The thought that either one of you would hurt the other was absurd.

"He comes into our house," Rowena ranted, "invades our privacy, and he has the gall to make assumptions about you! About us! Who does he bloody think he is?!"

She threw her hands up exasperatedly and shouted out a word of Latin, and a picture (one of the ugly ones you'd been begging Rowena for months to get rid of) tumbled down and landed in a rain of shattered glass and wood.

You laid your hand on her shoulders. She trembled under your touch, angry beyond belief, but instantly calmed at the contact.

"It's okay," you whispered gently, soothingly. You hated seeing her like that. It wasn't her, wasn't the sweet girl you'd come to love. "He's a dick, and he's gone. He's not worth getting worked up over."

"You've been so good to me all these years," she said, a trace of a smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. "I'll not let some uncultured Neanderthal tarnish your name."

Your heart swelled with warmth at her words. "He's a nobody."

"Aye, but still…"

"A nobody," you repeated, pressing your forehead to hers. Your eyes closed for a short moment, basking in the feel of her skin on yours, impossibly soft, incredibly warm. "Feels nice, though. You defending my honor and all."

She stepped back and playfully slapped your arm. "Shut up."

"My wee defender," you teased. "Emphasis on wee."

The glare she shot you had certainly killed before. "Rude," she said, lower lip popping out in an adorable pout. "I fight for you, and you repay me with cruelty."

"The cop was right. I'm totally abusing you," you said with a laugh.

"I'm beginning to think he was," Rowena said petulantly.

"You should call that shelter."

"Keep at it and I just might."

"Drama queen."

"Ungrateful brat."

The two of you exchanged a look and, after a long moment of awkward silence, burst into joint laughter.

"God, I love you," you said. "Did you know that?"

Rowena shrugged. "Remind me?"

Gladly. "I love you. So much. Even when you're being difficult, and a bitch, and a drama queen. I don't think there's a side of you I don't love. You're just so… loveable."

A grin broke out on her mouth, wide and happy. Cocking up a suggestive eyebrow, she said, "Show me you love me?"

"You wanna keep going?"

One would think having the police called over to her house over false allegations of domestic violence would ruin the mood for her.

Guess not.

"Don't you?" she asked, giving you a look that said she really hoped you did. A look that promised you could do very, very bad things to her and she would love and praise every single one of them.

The mere thought of it relit the fire between your legs, soaked your panties up with thick, wanton slick.

"Yeah."

Rowena smirked like the cat that got the cream. "Good girl."

Taking you by wrist, she led you to the bedroom and threw off her robe, bare, milky skin glistening under the fluorescent lights. Angry red welts covered her back and sides, one spreading from her breasts down to her stomach.

You looked her over, beaming with pride as you took in your handiwork. They were so beautiful. You couldn't wait to run your fingers over them, to trace them with your tongue, to kiss them as she writhed in both pain and pleasure underneath you, telling you what a good, good girl you were.

"Oh, one more thing," she said, shaking you back to reality where your work was far from finished. "This time shut the bloody blinds."

You happily obliged, and made sure to let her know she was the reason you'd forgotten to earlier. Credit where it was due.

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Magnus Bane*Foster Kid Pt4

Trigger Warning - This contains racist and homophobic comments. It also talks about abuse.

None of these things are okay. I don't stand behind any of the comments in the chapter but they're needed for the story.

Also, the address in the story is completely made up so who knows, maybe I guessed where you live.

Magnus X Platonic!Reader

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Magnus X Platonic reader   —-   Mentions of Malec

“For the record, this will be incredibly boring,” Magnus warned me as we walked up the steps to the institute.

“Duly noted,” I say but my eyes are too busy wandering the place to care. It's just some old cathedral. That doesn’t mean Magnus turned down his outfit. If anything it’s turned up to annoy the shadowhunters. A shiny blue shirt with only a few buttons done up, white ripped jeans, and covered in jewels isn’t really a business look. Unless your Magnus.

Since I’ve been living in my original outfit, PE kit, and one of Magnus shirts for the past few days I don’t look as put together like him. Just some black leggings and a white shirt that one of Magnus’s ‘friends’ had left. Luckily it’s not stained and my size. “Well if your taking notes remind me to get your clothes. Not that I don’t appreciate a…simplistic look, but I know you can look even more…fabulous?” he tried.

I shook my head “I look a mess. Don’t lie.”

“You said it not me,” Magnus said before stopping, “Just wait. They come to us,” I nodded and double checked the bag Magnus gave me “Don’t talk unless you need to, stick by my side, and don’t touch anything with runes on it.”

“Cool,” I said. The bag he gave me was black, not helping my ‘simplistic’ look, and had a notebook, pen, and a bottle of water in it. Well and glitter. “Can’t you use magic to take notes,”

“Probably,” he shrugged.

Before he could reply some people dressed in all black walked out of the cathedral. “Who is this?” They asked.

“Hello to you too,” Magnus rolled his eyes. They glared in response, “This is my assistant,”

“No one said you could bring an assistant,” The woman crossed her arms, her eyes scanning over me.

“No one said I couldn’t,” he countered. “And I do believe you asked for my help since you were incapable of doing it yourself,”

“I wouldn’t say incapable,” she scoffed. I really get a bad feeling off her.

Magnus smiled “Well in that case my services aren’t needed,” He turned to walk away.

“I suppose we need your help,” she forced out. “We will let this assistant business slide for once. Follow me,”

The lady led us in the cathedral. I hid my shock as we discovered the cathedral wasn’t run down but in fact filled with tech and antiques. I mouth damn to Magnus who just winked at me.

Honestly, I have no clue what's being said. I’m not even going to try to make sense of it. Luckily schools the same so I still know how to take notes.

I flick to the next page of the notebook to start writing about some demon thing I can’t even spell when I hear an annoyed sigh “Does she really need to take all this down?” An older man asked, cutting Magnus off mid-sentence.

Magnus glared “My assistant is just doing her job. Like I and everyone else in this room is trying to do.”

The shadowhunter scoffed “Well I believe you're very familiar with the demon so why doesn’t she go get coffee while we talk about him, ”Magnus' eyes flickered to me, we shared a nervous look, “What type of assistant can’t make coffee?”

Magnus turned to the man, Alric I think, “It’s the fact you are telling my assistant what to do. If you wanted coffee all you had to do is ask. Would you mind?” Magnus turned to me.

“I don’t know where the kitchen is,” I whispered.

“Up the corridor to the left, 5th door on the right,” I jump when Maryse speaks. “And get me one too,”

Damn runes. I curse in my head. “Anyone else?” I ask without thinking. I’m used to be kicked around anyway. Whenever I got their coffee wrong before they’d spill it down my legs. I need to see if Magnus magic could heal it one day.

Turns out the notebook was more useful to write down the coffee orders. Magnus gives me a supportI’ve to look before I leave the room.

When I walk into the kitchen I freeze. Theirs already 4 teens in there. “(Y/N)?” Alec says, snapping me from my fear.

“Uh yeah,” I mutter, not knowing what to do.

“Is Magnus here?” I nod weakly. “Okay. What are you doing here?”

“I’ve to get coffee,” I don’t like new people, especially when it’s 4 strangers with the capability to kill me or lock me in the silent city. Whatever that is.

He nods and moves, revealing the coffee maker. I walk over and look around for everything. Alec opens a cupboard revealing the mugs. “Thanks,” I mutter.

I can feel everyone's eyes on me as I grab the mugs. “Who are you?” One of the girls asks. I glance at her to see it’s the one that looks like Alec. His sister I assume.

“Magnus assistant,” I try to cut the conversation short.

The girl shrugs and the rest of them return to there conversation. “Do I know you?” I freeze yet again.

I turn to see it was the other girl, a short ginger wearing an oddly colorful top, who spoke. I shrugged in response.

As I loaded the cups onto a tray I could feel her gaze on me “Hey, you went to my school! You’re that kid who always sat alone…” she trailed off when she realized.

“Yeah well. Yeah,” I don’t know how to respond! “Nice to see you I guess,” I pick up the tray and go to leave. Alec opened the door for me and I nodded as a thank you.

“Wait, if you went to her school, that means you’re a mundane?” The blonde said.

All 4 looked at me, I looked at them, “Um not exactly…gotta go,” I rushed out the kitchen.

I rushed back into the room and the shadowhunters looked at me for a second before ignoring my presence again. Handing out the coffee’s, I returned to my notes, visibly shaken. Only Magnus seemed to notice.

The meeting dragged but eventually we were free to go. Magnus said he’d do something or make some potion. I dunno since I was zoning out and thinking about school again. God, I hope I never have to go back.

Magnus let us stop at a café to grab lunch. “Order anything you like,” he told me as he notices my eyes scan the prices first.

Still, I chose the cheapest thing on the menu. Magnus looked discouraged but said nothing. As we ate he asked “Did something happen at the institute? I’m surprised you didn’t spill coffee on anyone.”

I shrugged and looked down, “Nah. Just bumped into some rude shadow hunter,”

“They're not the kindest breed,” he hummed, “Hot but mean,” he shook his head and took another drink of his, for once, non-alcoholic drink, “So when are we going to see your foster family?”

Swallowing my drink hard, I glared at the table “Family is a strong word. And I’d hoped never,”

“What about your clothes? School stuff? Stuff stuff? Surely there something you want back?”

I sighed and began playing with my food. “Dunno,” I shrugged. “I’m normally packed pretty light. Plus I’d be surprised if they didn’t chuck it already,”

“We’re going,” My head snapped up in protest, “No ifs and or buts. You’re going to get your stuff and I’m going to check out my competition. I’m sure I’m a much better non-family roommate,”

“Magnus, you’re the closest thing to family I’ve had since my parents,” I confessed.

He frowned slightly, “Darling you’ve known me maybe a week,”

I shrugged “Didn’t say I was a happy story did I,”

Unfortunately, unlike everyone else in my life, he kept to his word. I couldn’t even bring myself to knock on the door. Magnus sighed and did it himself. He was some sort of magic to cloak him from mundanes apparently. Honestly, I don’t know anymore.

The door opened and the plain look on my foster mother's face was replaced with disgust, “You’re back,”

“I just want my stuff,” I mumbled, looking at the ground.

“Look at me when you speak,” she snapped. I snapped back into her mold, shoulders back, straight posture, no personality or emotion to be seen, “Better but still awful. You have 5 minutes then I’m calling the police. And don’t even think about touching anything,” She stormed away.

I let out a breath of relief before taking a step into the house. It wasn’t an unhappy looking house with a creepy atmosphere and children's bones. The most disturbing part was it looked like a normal suburban house.

Magnus followed behind me as I darted up the left side of the stairs, sticking to their instructions. When I got to the top hall I grabbed the stool and reached up to open the attic. Magnus looked confused as he saw me bring the ladders down.

“I thought that was your room?” he pointed to the white painted door with a cheap amusement park photo with me and my foster parents on it. All 3 of us had smiles on our faces.

Not turning to look at him, I said “So does my social worker,” before beginning my climb into my room. If you can call it that.

Boxes filled the attic. They were filled with all your usual stuff, old photo albums, junk you forgot about, their biological kid's stuff. My small corner with a mattress and old chest of drawers fell into the junk you forgot category.

Magnus scrunched his nose up when he saw my corner/bedroom. “It’s not much,” I said “But it’s a step above Harry’s cupboard,” I tried to joke.

“Is it?”

I sighed but got to work. The chest of drawers was an old piece of furniture they let me use. Inside was my other 2 pairs of jeans, 4 tops, underwear for a week, and a few other things. Magnus summoned a plastic bag for my stuff. The clothes took a bag up.

The next bag was a little more personal. A couple books, a small nail polish set I got when I first moved in, a cd I got as an apology from my last family after they kicked me out, a few old notebooks/diaries/sketchbooks I had acquired.

The last bag was barely half full as I put my spare trainers and an old teddy I’d managed to hang onto in it. I held the old bear in my hand. The once light pink bear was now a dull grey, it’s button eyes had been reattached a few times, and there was a bit of muck on it. “I know it looks like junk,” I told Magnus “But Misty’s been with me since, that night,”

He nodded as I put her in the bag. “Is that everything?”

“Mostly,” I shrug “Everything else was in my school bag. There is one thing though,” I said. Quickly I moved the bags off the mattress and lifted it up. I fished around under the bed till my hand clasped around a small, cold, metal object.

I pulled it out and went to stuff it in my pocket to hide it, “What is that?” Magnus asked.

“Something more personal than Misty,” he nodded, not pressing any further, “We should go. We've almost been here 5 minutes,”

“You really are terrified of them,” he whispered.

I didn’t look at him but nodded as I grabbed the bags and rushed to the ladders. As I began the descent down the ladders I noticed the ground get closer till “Ow!” I whined as I hit the floor with a thud.

“Did you think I was kidding when I said 5 minutes?” She crouched in front of me.

“No ma’am,” I rushed to my feet. She slapped me “No ma’am,” I spoke up. “Sorry, ma’am.”

“You realize how lucky you are?” She yelled “You ungrateful brat! People like you wish-“

“That’s enough,” Magnus jumped down from the attic with the elegance that only a cat could have “Do you realize how lucky you are that I don’t bitch slap you into next week?”

“Excuse you! Who are you?”

“Her social worker,” He smirked. I cocked an eyebrow but held back a laugh as her face drained of color. Kinda like how she drains my soul, “Exactly. How do you think the police will feel?”

“I’m sure we can come to some sort of arrangement?” she purred, leaning onto Magnus.

He looked beyond disgusted, “I think I just vomited in my mouth,”

She recoiled “You're not exactly a ten either! With your chink eyes and gay face!”

Magnus recoiled, eyes filled with fury. Without thinking about it I lunged at her. We began wrestling on the ground, Magnus moving to block the stairs so we didn’t, you know, die. Eventually, I managed to get on top of her, pinning her down.

Her makeup was smudged, she was panting, a bruise was already forming on her forehead and nose, and she just looked pathetic. “Wait till the police get here,” she panted.

I couldn’t help but let out a half-hearted laugh “Wow. What is it you always said to me? Oh yeah, the door hit you, didn’t it?” I got off of her but she only scrambled away from me, “Fuck you Debbie,” Was all I said before grabbing my bags and walking down the stairs. She just looked at me but said nothing.

Magnus and I left the house silently and began walking down the street “I’m so sorry for her behavior,” I told him.

“It’s not your fault,” He shook his head, “I’m used to it by now. I was alI’ve when it was a lot worse,”

“That doesn’t mean it’s okay,” His head hung low, “And it is my fault. It’s my fault I didn’t hit her harder,”

He laughed a little “I just wish I could get revenge without breaking any accords,”

I froze at his words, “Can I borrow your phone?”

“Wha-“

“Give!” I told him. He fished it out his pockets and I handed him my bags. I punched in 911 and told them “103, crescent drive, Belhaven, Brooklyn. The cupboard under the stairs in a green bag labeled 2013, under the photo album. You might wanna get their quick. Her husbands got a temper and an unlicensed gun and I’m pretty sure she’s trying to flee that house soon,”

Before the dispatcher spoke I hung up, handing Magnus back the phone. “What in the hell did you do? What in the hell did they do?” he asked as I started walking again.

I looked at him “They exploited the foster system, they're not exactly stand up people. Besides, how do you think two low paying corporate people pay bills. It’s not fake snow in the bags,”

Magnus, somewhat understandable concerned, demanded I tell him everything. That night I did. He didn’t even have time to start his work for the shadowhunters. Instead, he listened as I told him about all 9 different foster families and 3 different homes id been in.

I told him about my main abusers and skimmed over the normal ones. He found out everything and said he did have a potion to heal my scars.

He also asked about the thing under the bed. I took it out of my back pocket with a sigh “It’s a locket.” I turned it over in my hand, looking at the swirls imprinted on the golden heart locket, “When my parents died I was immediately put in the system. I only was allowed to pack one bag. Misty, a few pairs of clothes, a couple other toys that got stolen. This had been on my parent's dresser. They said I couldn’t take anything that wasn’t mine but I grabbed it when they weren’t looking.” I held it up by its chain and let it drop into my hand “It’s all I have left of them. Unless you count Misty.”

Instead of hiding it or shoving it in a pocket like I normally do I handed it to Magnus. He looked at me, asking permission to open it and inspect it further. I nodded.

He easily opened the locket and looked at the tiny photos. A small black and white photo of my mum and dad on one side, on the other, was some family photo with people I didn’t recognize. A lock of black hair was in the locket as well.

Magnus face contorted. He closed the locket and flipped it over, looking at the design. “What did you say your last name was?”

“(Y/L/N),” I said, brows scrunched together “Why?”

He shook his head “Then why does your families locket have an L on it?” He opened the locket again and summoned an object with magic. “An enchanted monocle,” he told me as he held the glass to his eye. “Well looks like we don’t need those potions anymore,” he looked up at me and said “You’re a lightwood,”

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‘Til Someone Gets Hurt

Fandom: Red Vs. Blue

Relationships: Minor Tuckington

Word Count: 1335

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Summary: It's all fun and games until someone gets hurt.Tucker decides to have a talk with Church about their plan and why he's suddenly become such a dick. Church is more concerned about why Tucker is spending so much time with their enemy's brother. It gets ugly. Part of a larger Mean Girls AU

Warnings: Bullying, Homophobia, Church is a Bad Friend

Inspired by this song and the fight between Church and Tucker in the Chorus arc after he and Carolina come back. Thanks for @kittythelitter for being my beta and soundboard!

Church could tell from the moment he walked out of the building that Tucker was in a pissy mood. It wasn’t hard to tell, not when you spent most of your afternoons over at his house, discussing his worst enemy. He was perched on top one of those light posts that always seem to be just outside schools, just tall enough to stop students from driving on the sidewalk. His eyebrows furrowed and his lips stuck out in what he swore wasn’t a pout, and he tended to be alone, without his typical shadows. Donut and Caboose were nowhere in sight. Even the Reds seemed to be keeping their distance, rather than trying to get him to join the mathletes again. Must be one hell of a mood then.

“Hey Tuck, looking fetch today.”

“Holy fuck,” Tucker’s stance shifted back, as if with one sentence, Church had made himself a threat, “you really are in deep huh? You’ve gone full Freelancer!”

“What the fuck? It’s just a phrase man. I’m around them a lot now. For our revenge, BTdubbs.”

“Our? So there still is an ‘our’ then? That’s why we were invited to your party, right?” Church decided not to respond, instead choosing to study the curb. Tucker huffed, his ponytail bouncing with every infuriated head tilt. Church was used to Tucker’s ire, but never before had it been directed at him. The sight froze him at his core, like looking away from Tucker would give him a chance to strike. He was like a damn deer in headlights. So they were locked in a moment, Tucker in his fury and Church in his wariness. Then Tucker sighed and looked away, and the moment snapped. “Look, I was talking with Wash about all this and I think-”

“You’ve been hanging out with Wash? But he’s Carolina’s brother! He’s practically the Prince of the Freelancers!” Church shouted.

“Oh ho ho, like you’re one to talk,” Tucker growled, jumping off the post and glaring up at him.

“What are you talking about?” Church honestly didn’t understand what he meant.

“You missed Caboose’s robotics competition. Freckles kicked ass, in case you were wondering. Caboose noticed you weren’t there, but don’t worry. He knew his best friend was busy with his mission. How many shots do you think you’d downed by that point?”

“Oh, I-“

“The reds are in the finals for the math competition, despite you ditching them.”

“I was busy with your-“

“Donut and Doc finally got together. It’s super cute. They’re raising vegetables as their children. Lopez is the scarecrow.”

“Really? How did... how did-“

“How did you miss all of this?” Tucker finished, clearly done dancing around the subject, “Cuz you haven’t even bothered to check in with us. Goddammit my fucking crush made out with me last night and I couldn’t even tell my ‘best friend’ for fear you’d out him to his self-righteous sister and homophobic bitch of a dad!” Church gasped and Tucker froze. He clearly regretted saying anything about it. But Church put it together. Tucker and Wash were together. Like... Together, together. He doesn’t trust me, Church thought, and it hurt more than he thought it would. He needed to say something, anything, to try and turn this around. But Tucker shook his head and the rage was back on his face, and Church knew the opportunity was gone.

“Goddammit Church! You don’t even realize you don’t have friends anymore, that you left us all behind, left me behind!”

“Jesus Christ, chill out Tucker! It’s like you’re in love with me or something!” Church could see the moment Tucker understood the words, recognized them from when that kid Cronchbite had yelled them at him in 8th grade at Carolina’s behest. Church could see it, because it was the same moment he regretted the words even coming out of his mouth. Still, he couldn’t find it in himself to apologize. “Is David not enough?” He said instead, trying to bring the argument back to what was really important. However, he didn’t expect Tucker to laugh, cackling in a hoarse way that Church had never heard before. He was laughing so hard, he couldn’t get enough air. That had to be the reason tears were welling up in his eyes, why his breaths were ragged and shaky. That had to be it.

“See, that’s the thing with you freelancers,” Tucker began as he wiped his eyes on the sleeve of his hoodie (it was a grey and yellow one Church was sure he recognized), “You think everybody is in love with you, when, really, they just hate you.”

“That’s not fair!” Church protested, “You made me this way! So I could fulfill your revenge fantasy by pretending to be a Freelancer!” Tucker gave another off kilter laugh.

“Buddy it’s not pretend! You’re full on inducted into that cult, and you don’t even realize it. I may hate Carolina’s guts, but at least she has the guts to pick a side! To realize she’s on a side! Did you even think about us when you threw that party? Did inviting us even cross your mind? No, ‘cuz all you do is think like a Freelancer. And a Freelancer wouldn’t invite Blood Gulch High’s number one undesirable despite how long you pretended to be my friend!” Tucker screamed, and the tears that had been brimming in his eyes finally fell down his cheeks. Church took a step back, unsure of what to say.

“Tucker-”

“No, no, it’s fine. It’s really fine,” he replied, angrily scrubbing the tears from his face. He waved his left hand over his shoulder, and there was a rumble as the Reds’ ancient monstrosity of a jeep rumbled to life. Church could spot Donut at the wheel, absolutely fuming. Caboose was in the front seat, confused by what was happening. A shadowy figure he couldn’t make out sat in the back. “Go ahead and keep pretending,” Tucker continued, “Pretend that Tex has any interest in you and that you’re fucking with Carolina for reasons other than being in power and that you aren’t a ice cold prick of a human being.”

Donut pulled up to the curb. The back door of the Jeep opened and David Washington looked at Church like he was about to imbed a knife in his chest. It felt like he already had. David was sitting in Church’s seat. The car was already full. Tucker stumbled into the jeep with as much dignity as he could muster, allowing David to wrap his arms around him. David whispered something in Tucker’s ear, and Church could see Tucker relax at whatever it was. He took another shaking breath and took a piece of paper from the seat pocket in front of him.

“And here!” He yelled, chucking the paper at Church, “Junior made me promise to give this to you, and I, for one, don’t break the promises I’ve made. Hope you treasure it, ‘cuz it’s the last thing of his you’re gonna get. And he won a prize for it, so there’s that.” Tucker flopped down, as though now that the argument end, someone had cut the strings holding him up. Caboose reached into the back to grab his hand. He didn’t even look in Church’s direction.

“Wait!” He cried, trying to get them to stop, to let him explain, but Donut gunned it, drowning out anyway thing he could say. He only slowed to look out the front window and shout, “And I want my lightish-red shirt back!”

And they were gone.

Church leaned down to pick up the crumpled artwork on the ground. He unraveled it and couldn’t help the small gasp at the image that greeted him. It was crude, barely a step above stick figures, but Church recognized the blue and red figures etched on the page. At the top, in a barely legible crayon scrawl, were the words MY FAMILY.

Church stood there and looked at that picture for awhile.

[justanotherblogus-blog]

Two Boys.

Words: 3,179

Warnings: there are mentions of suicide and of self-harm but brief. So just be warned.

"Wow, look who's in school today," a blond haired chick commented to her friends as Logan walked past her. She looked like your typical wannabe hipster white bitch, who thinks she's the best at everything. Logan just rolled his eyes and kept walking. But she didn't notice it as his bangs and beanie. "What? Don't you have the balls to say anything back?" She continued taunting him. Her two other blonde friends giggled. But that didn't affect Logan, he ignored her and opened his locker, looking for his book about serial killers that he was reading. "Hey!" She shouted and simultaneously slammed his locker shut just as Logan grabbed his book. "Don't ignore me when I'm speaking with you!" She shouted again. Logan looked at her with a bored expression. "Yes? Sorry was I supposed to react to your bullying and childish behaviours? How about we skip this and you just leave me so I can go and finish the book that I'm reading," Logan replied in a calm and bored tone that pissed off the blonde even more. "The fuck is that supposed to mean?!" She looked completely shocked and taken aback. "I ask if you're going to continue your childish behaviour and bully me or can we just skip that today so I can go and finish my book and we just be on our way," Logan repeated again while lifting his book, showing it to prove his point. By now there was a group standing around them, all wanting to see how this plays out. Out of the group another boy walked out, he had ashy blond/brown hair and walked over to the chick putting his arm around her. "Come on Victoria, let's not waste our time on this loser," Ash said, he was one of the most popular boys in the school. Almost everyone either admired him or feared him, or both. "I wouldn't suggest pestering my girl again unless you want trouble with me," he tried to threaten. "Well actually, it was 'your girl' that was pestering me but whatever you want to tell yourself," Logan said and everyone gasped. Since Ash was the popular guy, no one fucked with him. He wasn't only the most popular, he was also the biggest bully of the school. No one dared to stand up to him, no one except for Logan. Logan never feared Ash, which pissed Ash off. "The fuck did you say?" Ash asked in a low dangerous tone and stepped closer to Logan. "You heard me, bitch," Logan replied in an almost threateningly challenging voice, emphasising the word 'bitch'. "Why you!" Ash shouted and throw a punch at Logan's face, who dodged with easy. Ash ended up losing his balance and falling on the ground. "What in the name of god is happening here?!" A feminine, almost annoyingly high pitched, voice shouted, pushing her way throw the crowd of people. It was the religion teacher, Mrs. Rahul. She looked completely shocked when she saw Ash on the ground. "Logan began picking on me and Ash stood in to help me before Logan punched Ash in the face!" Victoria shouted the lie before Logan even had a chance to open his mouth. 'Fucking great' Logan thought to himself, glaring at Victoria. "What?! Logan, how dare you start fights for no reason?! To the principals office this instance!" She shouted the order at Logan before turning around to the crowd "all of you get back to your own business!!" And everyone obeyed, no one wanting to get into any shit, especially with the extremely religious teacher. Mrs. Rahul grabbed Logan by the arm and began leading him to the principals office. When they arrived she knocked on the door and a faint 'come in' was heard. They walked in to see the greying principal sitting behind his desk doing paperwork. He looked tired already and it was only the beginning of the day. He must've have a headache as he was rubbing his temple. "Mr. Smith I have to report an incident that just happened. This troublemaker, had bullied an innocent pupil and then got into a fight," she explained in her high pitched squeaky voice. In general Mrs. Rahul was an overweight women who always wore a pink dress. "Alright Mrs. Rahul, thank you I'll deal with Mr. Sutcliff myself, thank you, you can leave now," Mr. Smith said in a bored tone and Rahul left without another word. "Sit down Mr. Sutcliff," and Logan walked up to the chair in front of the desk and sat down. Mr. Smith sighed and put the pen down. "This is the third time this week that you have been sent to my office Logan. What is going on?" "I'd tell you... but you wouldn't believe me anyways so there isn't much point," Logan said honestly and looked at the book in his lap. The principal sighed again, grabbing the bridge of his nose before looking up at Logan again. "What is everyone in the school bullying you and then lie that your the villain?" Logan looked up shocked at the principal who chucked, "so I guess correctly?" "But... but how? I... I" Logan was at lost of words, making the principal chuckle again. "Come on now Logan. You're nephew, I've known you since you were a child. And I know that you would never do that. Not with what's going on at home you wouldn't," he replied with a sincere smile. "Of course uncle John.... so I'm not getting detention?" Logan asked, pressing his luck in a way. "No, not unless you tell me what really happened," John said and Logan explained to his uncle how Victoria and Ash teamed up to bully him. "Alright. I won't have a chat with the two because that'll just make matters worse for you. Just try and stay out of trouble alright?" "Yeah I'll try, also I wouldn't suggest coming over this weekend. Father got in shit this week at work and isn't taking it very well," Logan explained and got up. "But if anything happens you make a run for it ok, kiddo?" John said in a serious tone. "Not making any promises," Logan replied and left the office. Going to his first class for the day, already late because of his talk with the principal. But since it was with Mrs. Rahul, he won't have to explain himself. But as usual she picked on him and tried to humiliate him in front of the entire class as he wasn't a religious person. The day went by rather smoothly but by lunch, Logan was starting to get bored and decided to ditch the rest of the school day. Most teachers ignored him in class. So he decided that there wasn't much to do if all that's going to happen is him getting ignored by everyone including the teachers. He went to get his skateboard from his locker. He then walked to the back of the school and jumped over the fence. No one including the teachers walked behind the school so it was always easy to ditch that way without getting caught. Logan walked to the skatepark that was more or less outside of town. There he saw a few people he recognised. "Yoo!!! Logs! How's it going?! You ditching school again?" One of the girls Logan recognised as Joe walked up to him. "Yeah. I got bored so why not?" Logan replied. Joe hugged him and he returned the hug. "You should've ditched all day with me. It was so fun today. Amateurs decided to pop by and I think one of them broke his leg," she giggled and Logan chuckled. "Amateurs will be amateurs," Logan said and kissed Joe. "You said you learned a new trick. I'd love to see it," Logan said and Joe smiled excitedly. Logan, Joe and a few extras spent the rest of the day showing off and doing tricks. There were a few amateurs who tried to show off but ended up falling and the experts laughed at them only to then try and help them out. It was around 9 when Logan decided to head home with Joe. "I had a blast today. And since my parents aren't home till tomorrow night, want to come over?" Joe asked, hinting at Logan. "Well if you want me to come over," Logan said and grabbed her ass. Joe giggled and kissed Logan. "I'd love for you to come over and show me some... other tricks," Joe said seductively. "Oh I'll make sure your sore tomorrow," Logan promised.

The next day at school Logan woke up beside Joe. "Come on Joe bug, we have to go to school," Logan said in a raspy voice. Joe groaned. "Come on sweetie, at least walk with me then," Logan said and caressed her bare back. Sitting up Joe flinched, making Logan chuckle. "Told you, you'd be sore today." Joe playfully glared at Logan and punched his shoulder. "I fucking hate you," she said and got up. "Oh that's not you were saying last night. Oh~ Logan~ Please~ more~" Logan moaned, mocking Joe from last night. "Right let's get up then," Joe said and began to get dressed and Logan followed right after her. They skated to the school and get to their lockers where they were meet with Victoria and her followers. "Hey, look who showed they're faces. Logan and his whore Joe. You guys not at home breaking furniture?" Victoria said loudly, and everyone slowly began gathering around them to watch the drama about to unfold. "At least I'm getting some and you're not," Joe replied harshly. One of Victoria's friends giggled. "Shut the fuck up Judy! You're not getting laid either!" Victoria shouted. "And I think I know why you aren't getting any," Joe said, "because Ash, your boyfriend, is actually gay." Everyone who heard gasped before laughing, Logan tried to hide his own laugher in Joe's shoulder. Victoria looked aghast. "You, a homophobe, is dating someone who is gay," Joe continued to put coal into the fire. "That's not true! We just didn't get time for ourselves yet!" Victoria tried to explain herself. "So what the biggest whore in the school is still a virgin?" Logan added and Victoria went red from embarrassment. "I guess that's true," Joe smirked and Victoria ran away crying. Everyone was laughing. Logan and Joe were smirking. "Well that took care of her," Logan said and kissed Joe, who giggled. They went to class and no one had bothered them, expect from an odd 'that was good' or 'you told her'. At the end of the school day, Joe went home by herself and Logan went to his uncles bar in town. It was around ten when he went home and got a text from the school. 'It is very sad to have lost such a precious life. Victoria Reylle had killed herself today. There won't be any school till the end of the week and there will be a funeral this weekend. I wish everyone would show up and pay your respect. Yours sincerely, John Smith.' Logan couldn't believe it, Victoria had committed suicide just because everyone found out that she was a virgin and that she might've been dating a gay man. That was low, but at the same time he felt bad because it was his fault more or less. But then all of the memories of what she had done to him flooded his mind. 'Guessing that's what you call instant karma' he thought to himself. He actually felt rather relieved that she was gone, he wouldn't have to deal with her bullshit and constant bullying anymore. As a matter of fact no one would have to deal with her bullying and bullshit. For the next week Logan and Joe just kept hanging out and not really caring about the funeral or anyone else.

On Saturday, Logan knew that Joe wasn't doing anything, so he decided to surprise her. Going to her house, he walked in and up to her room. But the sound of moaning and groaning stopped him dead in his tracks. He didn't know if he wanted to know what was going on behind Joe's door. But the curiosity got the better of him and he walked into her room. Regretting it instantly. Joe and one of his skater friends Mark were fucking in her bed. They didn't notice Logan. Then Joe cam and noticed Logan standing there. "Logan?! It's not what you think it!" Joe said and tried to cover herself. "It's over." Was all that Logan said before leaving Joe. Shaking his head in disappointment and anger. Logan began walking. Not having any destination. Just walking straight ahead of him. Not noticing how long he had walked but Logan found himself in front of the forest outside town. He walked in through the forest not caring that it'll get dark soon. He just kept walking. Then he heard someone talking. But only one voice. It sounded like someone was having an argument with themselves. "Look what you did idiot! That's what happens! Your so stupid!" It was all negative out loud thinking. Walking for another bit Logan came to a small clearing and there sat Ash, tears streaming down his face, sitting on a log. "Ash?" Logan spoke, startling Ash. "What are you doing here?! Why are you here?! What are you going to make fun of me for being gay?" Ash asked. "What? No. God no, of course not. Why would I?" Logan asked and noticed just how broken Ash really was. "Are you crying because of Victoria's death?" To which Ash chuckled. "I couldn't care less about her. She didn't mean anything to me. Sure she was only dating me for my money and most of the time she bullied me too. I thought that by dating her I would turn straight. But it didn't work. There's something wrong with me," Ash said. Logan walked up to him and sat beside him on the fallen tree. "And why do you think there is something wrong with you? You're gay so what? I'm not exactly straight. I like both guys and girls. And now I just caught my girlfriend cheating on me. So that's fucked up," Logan said and glanced down at Ash's arm and saw a lot of scars and wounds "And considering that those are self inflicted that means your parents don't like you being gay either and are putting pressure on you. Am I right?" Logan said. "Yeah. They were happy when I got a girlfriend. But I wasn't so.... I started cutting," Ash said. "But why do you even care? I always abused you. Why care?" "Well we used to be great friends since preschool until middle when you had to go to a different middle school and in high school you got with Victoria. I think that you were a bitch to me because of Victoria. So I'm not mad at you. Actually wait," Logan moved to face As fully before punching Ash in the face making Ash fall back off and log and onto his side. He looked up at Logan in shook and slight fear. "Now I'm not mad. That's one reason why I punched you. Second is, pull your shot together!! Stop being such a bitch. Man up already! Come on so what if people don't like you being gay! So what if your parents think it's wrong! If it feels right being with a guy then be with a guy for crying out loud! There isn't much point in harming yourself! It won't do you any good! I would know," Logan said sternly. Ash looked at his ex-best friend still in shock. He stood up and so did Logan. "Could you maybe punch me again?" He asked. Logan slapped him this time, but not holding back. "Better?" "Much. Thanks, so we just ignore all that happened between us in the past few years?" Ash asked hopefully, running his sore cheek. "Yep, we ignore it and we get back to being friends," Logan held his hand out for Ash to shake and he did.

It took a few months but Ash and Logan became the friends they used to be. Logan became an even bigger trouble maker, and Ash stopped being the popular kid and became a huge nerd, the person that he once was before Victoria. Logan didn't get into college but inherited his uncles business. A local bar, sort of night club. He kept the business going whereas Ash went off to college and became a photographer. On Mondays the night club was changed into a bar. Logan was serving at the bar that night. It was late already so he was ready to close. The only people at the bar was Logan and two of his workers. Ash walked into the bar and smiled at Logan. "Sorry we're close-" Logan cut himself off when he looked at Ash. "Well well well. Ashton. Long time no see. What like four years?" Logan said. "You wouldn't serve an old friend would you?" Ash smiled. The workers said their goodbyes and left Ash and Logan alone. "What can I get you?" Logan asked. "A beer," Ash said and Logan got two beers. "So what's the occasion?" "I got a job with the celeb magazine. So yeah. I wanted to come by and tell ya, cause I'll be leaving for New York tomorrow morning. I wanted to thank you for everything. Ya know if it weren't for you I would've never gotten here," Ash said with a genuine smile. "Not a bother brother. Always here to help ya," Logan said and lifted his beer bottle "to your new job" and took a long chug. "Yeah. I just wanted to do one thing before I left," Ash said. He looked Logan in his blue eyes, grabbing the back of Logan's neck, he pulled Logan in for a kiss. Shocked at first Logan didn't know what to do, but as Ash was about to pull away, Logan grabbed Ash's collar and kissed him back. "I'll go with you if that's what you were going to ask," Logan smirked as he pulled away from Ash but not too far. "Yes, please leave with me. You can still own this bar, even if you live in New York," Ash said almost breathlessly. "I'll go with you," Logan said and kissed Ash again. They ended up in Logan's apartment house. Ash underneath Logan. They always held feelings for each other but they were scared to show it. But for that night they couldn't care less if they were doing something that no one will be proud of. They love each other and that's all that matters. "I love you, Logan. I always have and I always will," Ash whispered breathlessly after they make love. He was laying on top of Logan. "I love you too Ashton," Logan replied. "Don't call me that. That's a turn off," Ash giggled. "Alright then, my lover," Logan teased and Ash leaned in to kiss Logan. "I fucking love you." "I love you too.... ready for round too?" Logan smirked and flipped Ash on his back again, hovering above him. Kissing him with as much passion and love as Logan could. Trying to really convey to Ash that this is going to be their forever.