Imagine being Dean’s daughter and announcing to him that you are dating Jack.
“Him?” Dean’s rough voice broke the heavy silence that had set between the two of you “You are dating him?” he all-but-growled as he stared deeply in your eyes.
“Well, I- I wouldn’t say exactly dating yet, he’s not that familiar with the term and I’m-”
“Yet?!” Dean exclaimed, his voice coming slightly high-pitched “Yet? You mean this will keep going on?!”
“Well, yes dad of course it is!” you huffed, rolling your eyes “That’s why I am telling you, because this is actually important to me. And maybe Jack doesn’t quite understand the terms yet but I know that his feelings are real, that all of this between him and I is real as well.”
“Which again brings me back to my original question: Him?!” he looked at you with so much shock it made you groan and cross your arms over your chest.
“Will you try to be a little less surprised, please? I thought you’d be a little less shocked at your daughter-”
“Dating the son of Lucifer? Oh yeah!” he cut you off full of sarcasm and a hint of angst “Why the hell would I ever mind that (Y/n)?!”
Imagine Tony’s face the first time he opens one of Iron Man’s fan letter. Imagine him still reeling from the aftermath of his public coming-out–with Pepper and Coulson and SHIELD and the board and pretty much everyone being pissed at him– and after a long, long day, Tony opens this letter and finds a crude drawing of his suit with a shaky, misspelled You’re my favourite hero, Mr Stark and he just- stares at it with this expression of utter wonder, traces the letters in silent awe, feels this rush of warmth and affection and happiness that settles in a soft smile on his lips.
Not to be rude or anything, but that was the end of the comic? It was cute, but kinda anticlimactic. Is there going to be anything else? Because I really love this AU and I can't wait to see what happens.
・Damien usually keeps to himself, and it takes a bit to get him to open up to anyone.
・He’s has separation anxiety, and gets scared people will not like him anymore if he reveals the ‘uncool’ or ‘strange’ things about himself.
・He always treats his son with respect because his own father never did. He wants to be a better rolemodel for his child than his father was.
・He grew up feeling like a guy, but never discovered the trans community until he was a teenager or young adult.
・He wasnt too keen about the subject, and just sorta rushed into things. He probably used bandages to bind his chest since he didnt know it’d be bad for him.
・Probably got really nice victorian styled binders. He probably wore them all the time and would sometimes forget to take them off (dont do that kids).
・He’s probably too anxious to get a sex reassignment surgery, but he is considering it.
・He probably had a really big dog. Like really big. Big and short haired so the fur wouldnt get everywhere. But when Lucien was born and he found out that he was allergic to dogs, he had to give them away.
・He started working for the animal shelter so that he’d still have touch with animals, while also keeping his son safe.
・Mary has to convince him not to take literally all the dogs home with him.
So I saw this interview with Sadie where she said Lumax might just end this season and it made me sad. So I wrote a little something.
”Do you think this could last?”
It is a week after snowball, and they are walking home after school, after Billy went home without waiting and leaving Max skating alone. Again. The other boys were with them, but Max’s house deviates quite a bit from their route and Lucas, always searching for more times to spend with Max, accompanies her.
“What could?” Lucas asks.
“This. Us.” Max gestures towards themselves. “I mean how many high school relationships ends up with them being married?”
“Whoa whoa, where is this coming from?” Now that Lucas pays more attention, Max does seem a little bit quieter. Usually she can’t stop doing tricks while skating, but now it doesn’t seem like she seems very occupied with something in her mind. When she doesn’t immediately answers, he tried again. “Has Billy started bothering you again?”
“What? No!” Max exclaims. “Well, not directly. It’s just..” She sighs. Lucas can see her considering what to say before finally asking “Did you know that Mrs Byers and Chief Hopper used to be high school sweethearts?”
Being a long time resident of Hawkins, and being friends with Joyce’s son, Lucas did know. But sensing that Max doesn’t really need his answer, he asks instead “So? What about it?”
“Well I heard Will telling El about this the other day, and it got me thinking,” Max started. Neither of them realises that they have stopped biking and skating, respectively. “Everyone thought they would end up together but then Hopper moved to New York and Mrs Byers married Will’s father. Life got in the way and they just.. Move on.”
“I still don’t see what they have to do with us,” says Lucas.
It takes her a moment but finally she blurts out “What if it happens to us? What if my dad gains custody and I move with him? What if Billy or Neil sees you and prevents me from seeing you again? I liked talking to you, stalker. You’re the nicest person in this town. And I don’t wanna lose you.”
Lucas was silent for a while, considering her words. He feels warm when Max calls him the nicest person in Hawkins, and frankly he’s still surprised Max chose to become his girlfriend. Still, he admits that she has a point. It is difficult for high school relationships to last. Not that he’s admitting it though. Instead, what he says is “I have no idea where we’re going, or how our relationship will end. I am confident that our relationship can end well. But,” He holds a hand up when he sees Max about to interrupt. “One thing I’m certain of, even if this doesn’t work out, if we do break up, I’m sure that we will still be friends.”
“Are you sure Lucas?” asks Max.
“Of course I am! I mean, whatever happens I don’t plan on breaking your heart,” answers Lucas. “Do you?”
“You are an idiot.” Max snorts. Louder, she said “Wow, look at me being this emotional in front of you. Again. You did something to me, stalker?”
Now it’s Lucas’ turn to snort “Whatever you say Mad Max.”
She laughs. As she starts skating away, Max says “I like talking with you, Lucas. You give incredible advices, you know that?”
Y/N knew what she was getting into when she first started dating Harry. She knew that his job would often take him away from her, whether it was because he had to go on tour or due to late hours at the studio. She could take that. I mean, both Y/N and Harry were doing a pretty good job so far. A long distance-relationship wasn’t going to fail them, now. Right?
Harry had been on tour with the boys countless times before and it never really got in their way. But all because they compromised.
Had it depended on the occurrence in which both of them would sacrifice bits and bits of their days now, Y/N would’ve forgotten what the word means long ago.
At late hours like these, in the dead of night, when she’s lying wide awake in bed, are the best timing for her thoughts to creep in, and as much as she doesn’t want them roaming around her head, they already settled a home up in there.
She reminisces the times when they’d both stay awake longer than usual — or wake up earlier than supposed to — just so they could talk and see each other as much as possible through video-calls. She reminisces the times when she hadn’t a worry in the world about where their relationship was leading to. She reminisces the times when it still felt like he was putting effort into communicating and contacting her while he was away, just as much as she was. But most importantly, she reminisces the times when she still felt like he was there with her, no matter how far he actually was.
But now that Y/N looks back at how it used to be and where they are now, she can’t help but feel as though someone just ripped her heart open and out of her chest.
The frequent and recurrent calls and texts here and there during her day began to become scarce when compared to the early days in their relationship. Texts that were always replied to, once he had the chance to write back a quick response, turned into hers always being the last sent and with the ‘Read’ tag underneath. What once was a continual exchange of ‘i love you’s barely happened anymore. Perhaps because they forgot or simply didn’t have the time to do so.
And eventually, he almost completely stopped trying to reach out to her. And when he did, it’d often be just a text telling her how busy he was and how he wouldn’t be able to talk to her later on in the day. He was tired. And so was she. For different reasons, of course. Clearly, he wasn’t aware of how much this whole situation was taking a toll on her.
However, it wasn’t as severe as it sounds. It’s not as if he completely forgot about her existence. He loved her too. He really did. But the pressure and hard-work mixed together wasn’t exactly the best combination, sometimes — specially at times like these. Harry knew this wasn’t an excuse because as much as people claim to be too busy or too tired for something — or someone —, they can always make time for them if the effort is really there. He’d talk to her whenever he found the chance to but, somehow, it just wasn’t enough.
For instance, she never cared about how tired she felt. As much as she needed to practically hibernate due to all the pressure and stress her work was putting her through, she’d always wait up for him to call her, just so they could see each other’s faces and share even if just a few words. She waited. She was trying. And as much as she wished to admit Harry was trying too, the only response she got from him were simple and very direct texts explaining how he wouldn’t be able to FaceTime her tonight.
Y/N missed him. And she couldn’t shake off the feeling that he had given up on them. For what other reasons would he practically stop trying altogether?
Harry had been on tour for almost a year now and she felt like she couldn’t take it anymore.
Y/N loved him. She really did. But how was she supposed to carry on with their relationship if the effort he once put into it was long gone? Sure, they’d still Skype each other occasionally, but the distance —both physical and emotional— was too much for her.
Video-calls that used to last around 2 hours — all because the two of them wished to cherish as much as they could whenever they had the chance to see the other — turned into 15-minute chats. Comfortable silences that was once part of their relationship turned into nerve-wrecking silences for her — the thoughts and ways of how she’d break the silence were all her mind surrounded with. And with vague words exchanged here and there, they’d quickly end the call and retreat themselves back to bed.
Y/N was never one to demand the presence and affection of her boyfriend every living minute of their day, but she needed something back from him. She couldn’t be the only one trying and willing to make things work. She just wanted to feel him close whenever she had the chance.
The tension between the two of them was undeniable. And as much as Y/N tried to understand what had changed so abruptly, she couldn’t find any answers. They had just become… distant. It’s not as if they had been arguing or fighting lately, or having silly disagreements. It wasn’t any of that. And she wasn’t sure what it was, but the fact that things just suddenly and unexpectedly changed without a proper reason or cause, made this situation even sadder for her.
For some odd reason, the freedom she once felt to share everything with him was now almost non-existent. Y/N knew she could but she didn’t know how to. And that’s how she figured he felt too. Harry eventually caught up onto her change of demeanour towards him and even though he was apprehensive to ask her if she was okay, he still did, gladly. (Un)fortunately — he really couldn’t tell —, she always replied with the same words, telling him that ‘yeah, just stressed with work s’all’, or ‘I’m okay, why wouldn’t I be?’, and brush it off with a small laugh. They never sounded honest for him though, and he never pressed on those answers because if something was wrong, she’d let him now… Right?
Harry didn’t want it to be true but he thought that he knew the answer to the ‘why wouldn’t I be okay?’ Y/N always pulled on him. He was well aware that they were distant and even awkward around each other at this point and he absolutely hated it. Harry knew she was not okay and he had a feeling that it was partly his fault. But he couldn’t know if she didn’t talk to him. Was he supposed to just brush it off or second-guess each time she said it?
It was bound to happen that her walls would cave down on her eventually—she just hoped it would have taken longer than this.
“Hello, love”, Harry greeted as soon as she answered his Skype call. She looked exhausted.
“Hey”, Y/N returned simply, not making direct eye-contact with him.
“Everything okay? You okay, love?”, he tentatively asked her, hoping for a real answer this time.
“’course I am. Why wouldn’t I b-”, she was immediately cut off.
“Love-”, he sighed. “Y/N… C’mon, talk to me. What’s in your mind? You don’t seem okay”. Harry was hopeful she’d give him something this time. After all, hope was all he had left.
“Harry- I don’-”, she let out a huff. “I don’t want to talk about it, okay?”
“But you know it’s not healthy to bottle up emotions, love. I’m here for you, you know that, don’t you?”
“No. Harry. I don't”, Y/N snapped.
“What? I’m always here for you-”
“Now, is that true, Harry?!”, she cut him off. She couldn’t keep her facade up for much longer. “You barely call or text me anymore! And I get to see you, what?! Once a week through a computer screen?! You don’t even put effort into us anymore! How would I be okay knowing you’re giving up on this relationship?! Tell me!”, Y/N was agitated to the extreme right now; her voice was loud and her cheeks were flushing up a bit—something that happened when she felt uneasy. She just wanted him to understand her side of the story. He might’ve been oblivious to it but she needed him to understand.
“Hey, hey, hey, now! Don’ put all the blame on me! You know damn well that I’m tired too! Sorry if I can’t exactly be right there at this moment to kiss your feet, princess! You know how my job works!”, Harry shot back. He might’ve felt bad and guilty when she started talking but after she accused him of such things, he wasn’t going to have it.
“You’re not denying it. God, I’m so stupid…”. Having a bad thought is something, but having someone somewhat confirm it goes to a whole new level. Harry wasn’t denying it. He was, indeed, giving up on them. Y/N’s mind was racing as she received what she thought was her reality-check.
“Y/N…”, he was strangely calm this time. Something was definitely up.
“Oh, so now you’ve got something to say?!”, she spat at him once again and if he was just previously coming down to his senses again, he wasn’t anymore. Her attitude was getting straight to his nerves.
“You know what? Just go straight to the point, yeah? I know what you’re doing here. Might as well just rush things up, no? I got better things to do…”
“Wow, Harry. Wow, really?! You don’t think that discussing this relationship is important?”, Y/N incredulously asked him, not waiting for a response.
“I didn’t say tha-”
“Well, you didn’t have to. I might just do you a favor and rush things up for you, yeah?!”, she huffed, mocking his previous words. “I can’t do this with you anymore. Clearly, you don’t give a shit about this so I might as well just end it, yeah?”. Y/N’s voice was slightly shaky but she managed to cover it up with a cough. She wasn’t sure if she had exploded way too suddenly and quickly in the course of their conversation but this was the least of her problems right now. She was literally breaking up with him.
“So you’re breaking up with me?!”. It was Harry’s turn to be stunned now. “You said I was the one giving up on us, but look at you now! Are we really not worth the fight for you?!”
“Oh, don’t put this all on me, Harry! You know damn right you gave up on us long ago! I’m just doing us both a favor ending this vicious cycle we’re in!” Y/N yelled, following with a sniffle and a sudden change in the room. It was quiet. None of them dared to say anything else at this moment. She had tears pricking at her eyes, begging to run free across her cheeks — but she wasn’t going to allow them. At least not now.
“Vicious cycle? Is that really what you think this is- is that really what you thing we are? This could be nothing but a rough patch for all we know and you’re literally just throwing it all away?!”, Harry couldn’t believe the words he just came in contact with. How dare she say that?
“You know what?! I’m done arguing. Goodbye, Harry. I hope you have a great life!”
And just like that, Y/N ended the call and as much as Harry tried to be fast enough to stop her, his screen went blank and she was gone.
Right after she shut her laptop close, she broke into sobs. Did she make the right choice? Was there any chance left for them?
It wasn’t exactly an easy breakup — if you could even call it that. Y/N was aware of the words exchanged just now but she didn’t really feel as though as they were broken up. I mean, it’s Harry we’re talking about here. They’ve been together for the past two years and their relationship literally ended through a video-call.
It just didn’t seem… real. None of them got any closure. She literally shut the argument close, leaving both herself and Harry as confused as they could be.
Y/N knew what she was bound to do the next few days: grieve their relationship. Saying she was happy throughout their journey together was at least minimizing it all down to one word. There was no way she could describe what their love and connection felt like.
Both of them said things they didn’t mean. But was it worth going back on her words and apolozing? The pain that was unintentionally inflicted on her due to the distance and lack of contact with Harry was enough to bring her mind right back to where it was, in the first place. But, isn’t small contact better than none?
She was so stunned by the episode that just occurred that she didn’t even think about how Harry was feeling right now. Was he happy? Relieved that they were done? Sad? Shaken up?
And that’s how her next few days were spent: with her battling against her mind to give her some peace and with questions practically swimming around her mind — questions to which she had no intentions to finding the answers to.
Whenever Y/N finds herself in hard situations, like a breakup, for example, she likes to be alone. She simply felt utterly lost and helpless — even though there was nothing simple about these two emotions.
She had to face the fact that she was now on her own and figure out a way to overcome Harry and hers breakup. Y/N had never loved someone as much as she did him and moving on would be complicated and perhaps even challenging. Might as well try to start now already, no?
Her trace of thought was immediately interrupted by a loud knock at her door, making Y/N huff in annoyance and get up from her lying position on the couch.
As she was making her way to the door, the person she missed most spoke on the other side of it, making her halt every movement she had — including her breathing.