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flamingpudding · 4 months

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Cassiopea and Orion #2

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A/N: I probably shouldn't be thinking up so many different story lines. But my mind won't let me focuse on something else in peace unless I write these snippets and parts out. So here have another part XD I still have a whole Danny and Bruce backstory conversation in my head that I will probably write out at some point too.

"Really B, another one?" A red helmet wearing guy huffed the moment he spotted her, the little black haired blue eyed girl, sitting on a railing by a huge computer set up Ellie was sure Uncle Tuck would have drooled over.

She blinked at the new arrival before her eyes went over to the man. The one she had told that Phantom lost his haunt. When she had spoken these words the air around the man had changed. Before Ellie even really knew what was happening, the man had turned away from her, talking to the still tense boy before whisking the both of them away to a cave. The place she was now, and one after another more and more of the weirdly dressed people showed up. Each of them appeared to feel the need to comment on something, Ellie heavily believed to be an inside joke.

She let her eyes wander over all the arrivals, her fingers nervously drumming on the metal of the railing she was sitting on. Watching them carefully, despite what Danny had told her, she would bold at the first sight of danger from them. They didn't appear to have any ecto-weapons but that could be false impression. Like the GIW. They had appeared so incompetent only to do a 180 decades later.

"So what is going on? Is B printing adoption papers already?" The red and black one appeared to joke and Ellie tilted her head. There definitely was a insider joke she was not aware of. It would be weird to ask them about it wouldn't it? It would also be rude and tactless. Danny and Aunt Jazz had tried to teach her to not always blurt out every question that pops up in her head. Key words, not always.

"Why would the furry need adoption papers?"

She blinked at how a couple of the people broke out laughing while the kid, who had been watching her like a hawk, was now full on shooting daggers at her. She was pretty sure the kid would have thrown a literal one at her, but something as keeping them from doing so. She heard a grunt, and her eyes went back to the man that had brought her here.

"Not necessary." The man muttered as he turned to face them, clicking a key on the keyboard of the computer, and Ellie blinked as an image of Phantom popped up on screen. The people laughing appeared to quiet down now. "She already has a father."

"Mom." Ellie automatically corrected, shrugging when they looked at her. Before everything had gone to shits and Danny's capture, he had become quiet the mother hen, especially with Dan's and her de-aging. The constant mothering and worry about their well-being had caused Dan to joke that Danny was acting like a mother and she had continued to run with that joke. Even after they had to put Dan into a frozen state under Frostbites care in Far Frozen. The two had silently agreed on that Danny was their mom. The past didn't matter and she would honour their silent sibling agreement.

She didn't elaborate any further and they seemed to get that as they turned back to the man by the computer, putting their attention on that. Though she did noticed that the other kids eyes lingered on her longer.

"This is Phantom. A ghost hero stationed at Amity Park. Code: Rho, one of Cassiopea's dying stars." The man paused, and Ellie swore he had looked at her under his cowl. "And this girl's, Elliza Danielle Phantom Nightingale's, mother. Code: Jupiter, the wandering star."

"How do you know my full name?! Plus, my only recently added ones! They are like only a month old! And what about these weird Codes?" She blurred out wide-eyed, staring at the man in bat costume.

"Even if sparse Phantom and I stayed in contact using these codes." And Ellie narrowed her eyes at him. "Doesn't answer my question."

"Actually, B we would also like to know more." One of the onlookers, that's what Ellie decided they were for now, piped up.

Bat guy grunted, staring them down but not answering. The onlooker in blue sighed but Ellie wasn't giving in. She crossed her arms, keeping her balance by floating slightly on the railing.

"Look, you big bad bee, if you can't tell me that, then how am I supposed to trust you to help me, let alone the rescue of Da- Phantom!"

The onlookers snickered as she held her little staring contest with the big bad bee. Jokes on that guy she had held staring contests with Frighty before and he doesn't even remember how to blink at times.

"Phantom and I correspond about various topics since our teen years." The bat guy finally admitted. "One of which was about... our children."

Ellie blinked several times. Until her eyes widened in realization and she pointed an accusing finger at bat guy. "You're the one that kept calling Danny about parent advice! Like how he got me to go to online school and prevented me from sneaking out or how he handled Dan's anger tantrums!"

"Wait... B went to someone other than Agent A for parent advice?" The red and black onlooker questioned and Ellie shrugged. Danny had always been sort of parenting her since he was 16 and Dan once they learned he was aging lower and then the de-aging happened. She did remember that Danny got his first phone call about parent advice when he was around 24.

Now that Ellie thought about it. That was also around the time he took her aside to tell her about the emergency code.

"Which one of us do you guys think was the cause?"

"Wing."

"Hood."

"Demon Brat."

Ellie blinked once more, her attention turning back to the onlookers as thet started to argue among themselves. She tilted her head, watching them. Looks like she accidentally got them off topic. Though now she really wanted to get the story out of Danny once they rescued him. For years she had caught snippets of Danny's phone calls, to think that the guy on the other end was a armored spandex wearing furry. She couldn't wait to tell Dan about that.

Well, once their mom was saved and her brother stabilized again.

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thedanishsim · 5 months

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The Summer of ‘23

A recap from May to August 2023

The summer months had gone quicker than expected, and then again - every year it felt the same when fall started knocking on the door. A lot of things have happened in the last six months. It still felt like yesterday that Mia celebrated her 30th birthday, having Logan showing up unexpectedly, and sent him back to LA a few days later. Ellie had enjoyed the visit from her father, even though it had been short and awkward. Luckily, she didn’t know.

Mia had been planning the summer months since last fall, planning for the competitions to come, and for the training of the horses. Shortly after Logan had left, Mia had entered a show in California at the end of April with Ballerine and Candlelight. Mia had debuted Candlelight in their first 1.25m. class. She hadn’t really been sure if they were ready for the class yet, even though they trained at this level at home, but they ended up placing 1st in a strong group. For Ballerine, Mia had entered the 1.35m. class, placing 2nd.

Everything had been going after the plans until mid-May when her landlord had shown up by her door and told her the house would be put up for sale and that she had until the end of July to move out. She had found herself on her way to Stockholm, Sweden, with Ballerine and Candlelight, with the possibility of actually coming home to.. no home?

Her parents, Anne and Peter, as the wonderful and supporting parents they always had been, had offered her to help out while being away. Anne had joined Mia for the Scandinavia-trip - to help out with the horses and Ellie during Mia’s classes - and Peter had stayed back to look into the real estate market in and around Twinbrook to look at the few options Mia might have. Before leaving for Stockholm, Mia had spent a few days in New York with her parents, talking about the options of staying in Twinbrook, or moving back to New York to be closer to Anne and Peter. For now, New York wasn’t an option; they had all been agreeing to that. And then the next question popped up; should she rent another house with the possibility of standing without a roof over her head again within the next few years, or, should she spent the money she didn’t have to buy a house in a town that was known for its old money and houses costing more than she could afford on her own?

The trip to Stockholm was a great learning success for both Mia and the two horses; Mia had entered Candlelight in his second 1.25m. class, ending 3rd. Candlelight had been a good boy and seemed like he enjoyed being away for a bigger show, than the more local ones they had entered until now. For Ballerine, Mia had entered the 1.35m. class again, ending in second place, and Ballerine had behaved like a Pro - as always. She was such a great learning partner for Mia, always easy to navigate around the course and always so easy to bring along to shows. Mia had been having a good few days with her mom, Ellie and the horses, and when going home, her mom had sent them off home before she went to Copenhagen, Denmark, to visit her aunt.

Back in Twinbrook, Mia had the horses settled into their home again. She had decided to give both horses a break over the summer after attending two bigger shows during the last months. While being away, Peter had found a few options for Mia to look into. He had joined her when she went to look at a few houses for rent - one outside of Twinbrook, and one very close to the Town Square. Both houses had potential in their own ways, but none of them had been giving Mia that ‘homey’-feeling she wanted. One day, on her way home from O’Neil’s, Mia had suddenly stopped outside of a house. She had been driving this way many times before, but she had never really seen this house before. It was almost surrounded with a taller hedge to keep nosey looks out from the backyard, and at the front of the house was a small porch with beautiful flowers in front. After sitting in her car for a few minutes looking at the house, an older woman approached Mia, asking if she could help with something. Mia had quickly apologized and left, embarrassing for just sitting there looking at the house. Mia had tried to get rid of the feeling that she couldn’t explain about seeing the house, but something about it kept crawling back into her mind. A few days later, Mia had driven by again - and this time stopped to look at the ‘For Sale’-sign standing in front of the house. Had it been a sign? Was someone trying to tell her something the other day?

Mia had called her dad the same evening and told him about the house. Peter had reached out to the realtor the next day, but the realtor had quickly rejected him. There had already been over 20 people interested in seeing the house since it had been put up for sale the day before, and even if they had been able to look at the house, it had been way over the budget Mia had in mind. Mia felt lost. Something about the house had made her feel like this was the house that was meant for her and Ellie to stay in Twinbrook. A few days went by, and each day Mia drove by the house on her way home from the stable - mostly to let her little dream and that little hope stay alive… until it wasn’t. The ‘For Sale’ sign had changed just after a week. The house was sold. And the realtor hadn’t returned to her dad. It was over. The house was sold, gone, and now she had to get back into looking for a new home.

Mia had spent almost a week being moody and trying to get the idea out of her mind when her parents had come by for a visit. It wasn’t unusual for them to come by in the middle of a week - her mom did it all the time to help with Ellie - but it wasn’t as often that her dad joined. He had business to attend back in New York, so the visit had been a bit of a surprise for Mia. But hey? Ellie got to spend time with one of her favorite persons in her little world; her granddad.

One evening, Anne and Peter had invited Mia out for an early dinner in downtown Twinbrook. They had brought Ellie along - hence the early dinner - and they had all had a good time. On the way home, Peter made a wrong turn, making Mia a bit annoyed, since they had to get home and get Ellie to bed. Her irritation had stopped in the same second they pulled up and parked in front of… the house. “What are we doing here?” Mia had looked at her dad, “Well, we talked.. And.. You need to do a lot before you can move in, but - it’s yours if you still want it”. “What are you talking about?!” Mia had almost jumped up into the ceiling of her dad’s car. Both of her parents had just smiled at each other, and it wasn’t until Peter had physically put the keys into Mia’s hands that she believed what they were telling her. Mia went inside to see the house - it was very clear that it was an elderly couple who had lived here. Everything was pretty outdated, and her dad had not been wrong about how much that needed to be done on the house to fit into what Mia wanted, but.. the house was hers!

The next few weeks went by pretty fast. Mia spent most of her time talking to an interior designer to get the work started. Luckily, the interior designer was the daughter of one of Anne and Peter’s good friends, and she quickly catched on to what Mia wanted to do with the house. And then the renovation started.

At the mid to end of June, Mia got a call from her aunt Lena. Like Logan, Lena lived in California, just outside of Logan, at a beautiful farm where she bred some amazing dressage horses with some of the best bloodlines from around Europe. Some would say that Lena might have been the reason for Mia to get into the more professional part of the equestrian world, even though Anne would say that it was because of both of the sisters' love for horses. Lena had invited Mia and Ellie to her home for a few weeks during the summer. Mia had always loved visiting her aunt and the beautiful farm, and when Lena had told about a project she had in mind, Mia had bought the tickets for a few days later.

Lena had picked up Mia and Ellie from the airport. It was the first time for Lena to spend a longer period of time with Ellie. Lena had never been able to have kids herself, so the horses had been her kids instead, which had also given Lena and her husband, James, a great opportunity to follow Lena’s dream of being one of the best breeders in the world. Lena had been able to breed some top performance horses over the years and she had had more than a dozen young horses qualified for the Young Dressage Horses World Championship in Europe during the years, and even a couple of horses competing in both the World Cups and the Olympics. It was also Lena who had bred Mia’s former Grand Prix-dressage horse, O’Malley, that had made Mia able to compete at some of the biggest Junior and Young Rider competitions. After losing O’Malley, Mia had bought Ballerine and changed her focus to Show Jumping, but she missed having a dressage horse. A few years ago, just before Mia got pregnant with Ellie, Lena had offered Mia one of her fillies to fill in for O’Malley. But sadly, the filly, Catwalk, had had an injury as a youngster, and since the injury had been to the mare's neck, Mia and Lena had been agreeing on not to put Catwalk into work and instead letting her be a broodmare for Lena. But now, Lena had a new plan, and for that she had to get Mia to California.

Mia and Ellie had been enjoying their stay with Lena and James. And Lena’s plan had worked just as she had wished for. Back when Lena had called Mia, she had told her about her main rider, Denise, quitting due to her moving to Europe with her fiancé. Lena had been feeling a bit frustrated since she then needed to find a new rider for the active competition horses and the younger ones at the farm. But since that wasn’t just something you would do from one day to another, Lena needed someone to take over the reins of a very special horse that stood her heart very near. And for that Lena had immediately thought of Mia.

The horse was a 4 years old Hanoverian mare, bred by Lena and James, and out of the most successful of Lena’s mares; the same dam as Catwalk. The mare, Magnolia’s Valerie, or as they just called her in the barn, Valerie, had already shown her huge talent under Denise. There was only just one problem; Lena wouldn’t let just anybody into the saddle of the mare. Mia had been a bit anxious about Lena’s plan. Knowing her aunt and how she was with the horses that meant just that extra to her, and the fact that Mia had chosen to focus on show jumping over dressage for the last couple of years, it was not without nerves Mia got ready to take the reins after seeing Denise riding the young mare. Valerie had shown off her great temper and gaits - oh lord, that horse could move! - already during the warm up. And it was easy to forget that she was only still 4 years old when watching her dancing around the sunny arena. Denise let Mia take the reins and stood on the ground while Mia mounted the mare. It didn’t take more than a few minutes in the saddle for Mia to fall in love with Valerie. It was like getting a deja vú to why Mia had been falling in love with dressage all those years ago. Mia had a few rides on Valerie in the following days, and soon the agreement was made between Lena and Mia; Mia was the new rider of Valerie, and in just a few weeks Valerie would arrive in Twinbrook.

Mia and Ellie went back to Twinbrook after a week with Lena and James, and a one-day visit with Logan in Los Angeles. It wasn’t with great pleasure that Mia went to visit Logan and his wife, Catharina. But she did it for Ellie. And that was the most important thing. Back home a lot was happening. The new house was changing each day, and Mia soon started to pack up everything from the old house. And soon the big days came; Mia and Ellie moved into the house - which looked like a completely different house except for the outside walls - at the end of July. The working-crew had done an amazing job with the house! The backyard had actually been in really good shape, but the patio and the pool had needed an update; the pool had gotten all new tiles - dark gray and black tones to get some kind of exclusive feeling instead of some old sun-bleached turquoise tiles - and the patio had gotten a whole new wood-deck. The biggest updates was done to the inside of the house; downstairs was a totally new open-kitchen with a big kitchen island in the middle and a small cozy dining spot, a combined living/dining room in the middle of the house with the most beautiful fireplace Mia had seen in a long time, a smaller living room next to the kitchen ready to invite you in for the cozy fall and winter evenings, all snuggled up on the big couch in front of the TV. And then also Mia’s new office with big windows between the office and the combined living/dining room. On the first floor, the workers had demolished all the walls and made 3 rooms; the master bedroom with direct access to a big walk-in-closet. Just as Mia had wanted. Then Ellie’s new bedroom and a guest room - which of course would be “Ali’s room”, as it also had been in the old house.

Mia spent as much time as possible to get everything in order in the new house, but a new, major event came closer for each day: the biggest event of the year - the CTJL show in Monaco. The event would run in September, and since it would be a very big event, Mia had decided to only enter Ballerine. That meant a longer summer-break for Candlelight, lots of time for Valerie to settle in and have a break from the training, and that Ballerine and Mia had lots of training to do before their departure to a once in a lifetime-adventure… ✨

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crappymixtape · 1 year

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something infinite • part four

SOMETHING INFINITE • PART FOUR T H E H O U S E T H A T B U I L T M E

part four of something infinite – a history of you and steve and your families, all the broken pieces you’re both trying to gather up and put back together are more similar than you think // warning, *18+ note: the themes written about in this piece can be triggering – brief mentions of loss of a parent, neglect, unplanned pregnancy, and other heavy content – read with caution please and be gentle with yourselves! | ( 2.3k, angst, enemies to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader – find the rest of the series and more here and find the series playlist on spotify here )

JULY 12TH, 1966 • INDIANAPOLIS, INDIANA 🎶 motion sickness, victoria canal ( phoebe bridgers cover )

Your aunt Joyce and her sister Ellie – your mom – grew up in Hawkins, Indiana with loving parents, a simple life, but they had everything they needed. They were like built in best friends, sisters sharing a room through high school, keeping secrets and laughter under the sheets even after mom told them to go to sleep. It all felt like it was building to something hopeful, something bigger, until the tractor accident. Your grandfather, Dell Byers, died leaving two daughters and a wife behind and everything felt fractured after that.

Joyce and Ellie’s relationship with their mom stuttered and stalled like a truck on the freeway with a flat and instead of turning to each other they ran. Ran in opposite directions from the sting of grief, from the family photos hanging in the hallway, from what had been a false promise of forever. The whole town tried to come together to support your grandmother, Bea, and her daughters, but sometimes things can’t be fixed. Bea further retreated into herself, making hermit and Byers synonymous, and the girls both coped very differently.

While Joyce stayed in Hawkins with her boyfriend Lonnie, Ellie wanted nothing to do with it and found escape in the city. Indianapolis was full of things she’d never experienced before and getting lost in the sheer size of it was intoxicating, like a drug, and Ellie went in on it full send.

As separate as they seemed though, the two sisters did finally have one thing in common after a few years. Unplanned, and kept, pregnancies. And while they could again have turned into one another, it was like any kind of contact would reignite the grief again. So they raised their children in parallel, Joyce and Lonnie struggling through everything and Ellie taking care of things on her own.

Joyce grasped at straws, wanted to hold onto what her mom and dad tried to build, happy family, white picket fence, little job at the corner store, but it was far from it. Lonnie was shitty and Ellie knew that before she’d left so she went without a man in her life, instead dumping every fibre of her being into her career. She had propelled herself so far forward into success early on that she didn’t want for much, including a partner. Your father was never involved, a lot like Lonnie, but at least it was intentional.

It wasn’t until things with Lonnie got worse that the two sisters spoke again. Joyce cracked first and made a phone call offering vulnerability and love and wanting her sister. Ellie almost hung up, but she heard the sadness in her sister’s voice. Joyce told her she finally left Lonnie, and Ellie couldn’t bring herself to put the receiver back on the hook. They talked regularly after that, and even though Ellie wasn't willing to go back to Hawkins, Joyce did visit Indianapolis a few times with the boys. They were really the only family you knew of.

But growing up without a dad didn’t seem weird to you. Normal was just you and your mom when she was around. When she left for work your grandma, your dad’s mom, would stay with you, but you didn’t feel like you were necessarily missing out on anything until your first sleepover.

Your ex-best friend Samantha York's parents had been picture perfect and despite all the junk food and movies and silly, stupid games you all played all you could do was watch them. The give and take. The shared small smiles.

Love.

After that you didn’t want to sleep over anymore and friends felt like a chore for you. The girls were mean and the boys were fine until you got older and all they wanted was to make out in the backseat of their car. So when your cousins visited it was always a nice reprieve, a moment to show Will and Jonathan something new, take them to the skate park, escape from the bullshit. From the popularity contests. And they genuinely cared and god it felt nice. You knew about Lonnie, the boys didn't mind talking about it, and for a while you thought maybe your aunt Joyce would be just as disconnected and aloof as your mom was, but you were wrong.

Joyce loved Will and Jonathan. With every bit of her heart, you saw it on full display the first time they came to visit, and every time they'd finally leave to go back to Hawkins it felt like they were taking some part of you with them.

It wasn’t as though your mom didn’t love you, she was just so focused on her career. Having a kid along the way was more a speed bump than a detour and you were just along for the ride. Conferences out of town all the time with you staying at your grandma’s, your mom’s bedroom door closed with light slipping under the crack into the wee hours of the morning as she worked. Then when you got older it was leaving a twenty on the counter with a note and a little heart, Be home in a few days, don’t just eat pizza it’s bad for you! Keep the door locked!

You remember catching her as your junior year of high school as she was leaving for another conference, bags packed and ready for the taxi waiting downstairs.

“Mom, can’t you just stay home one weekend? Call out sick? Maybe we could like, go see a movie or something, you know?”

“Oh, honey. Call out sick, that’s no way to work. I’ve been planning for this presentation for months, it’s a huge priority. I can’t.”

“But you’re never home, like, ever. One weekend won’t hurt–”

“One weekend turns into two turns into a month, it’s a slippery slope I can’t afford. The Reynolds across the hall said they’d drive you to your– was it chess thingy? So you don’t have to take the bus. Money’s on the counter. No pizza.”

“Yeah. Okay.”

And she gave you one of her small smiles, the forced kind where you wished she hadn't, and she left without a second thought like she always did.

It’s a huge priority.

But you weren’t.

She didn’t make it to your science fair. She wasn’t around to drop you off at school dances. She missed your chess tournaments.

You were the parent.

Looking after yourself. Making your own decisions and you thought maybe if it had been more like Lonnie maybe it would’ve been better. Maybe if she was meaner or something. Maybe if you had a reason to hate your mom was it would make it easier because anything would be better than the indifference you swam in every single day.

Maybe that’s why you were relieved to see your aunt.

Maybe that’s why you finally felt at home in Hawkins.

Maybe that’s why you don’t want to go back to Indianapolis.

Maybe you’re not so alone.

Maybe you share more than you think with others.

With Steve.

APRIL 24TH, 1966 • HAWKINS, INDIANA 🎶 tears in my eyes, justin caradine

Steven Gary Harrington, a semi-namesake to his father, set up to fall before he could even walk.

His dad had never wanted for anything. Given everything by his father, Gary Senior. See, money could buy you anything. It got Gary Junior good grades. It got him out of trouble at school. It got him into college. It got him his degree. And in turn he got the family law firm on a silver platter when his father died.

He had it all, down to the beautiful and perfect trophy wife on his arm at every party, every event, every gala. And much like it went with your mom – Ellie Byers – Gary didn’t find his son to be a detour, but a box to check and eventual heir to the firm. He was ‘building a legacy for the Harrington name’.

Steve’s mom, Carol, wanted to be supportive and at first she was, staying home with their son when he was little and taking care of the household, but one weekend in August when Steve was seven it all changed.

She was cleaning the cars out like she did every Saturday, a trash can and vacuum on hand to throw away what little trash there was. There was no particular reason why she decided to open the glove box, after all it needed a key, but she had it and when it clicked open a pair of panties fell out. A pair of red, lacy panties that did not belong to her fell out. The first of many indicators that she was not the only woman in Gary Harrington’s life and the first time she raised her voice to him.

Steve had heard the arguing from out in the backyard while he practiced his baseball swing. The kitchen window was open and their voices carried perfectly on the breeze so that he could hear every word.

“Who do they belong to, Gary?? Your secretary? The intern? Who is she?? Some hussy you met at the–”

“I told you! I don’t know, Carol! I don’t know how they got there. I loan the car out to the guys all the time, they could belong to anyone.”

“I found a number, Gary, on a fucking napkin and it’s addressed to you: Gary, call me next time you’re in town. Ringing any bells now?”

Silence.

Steve remembers hearing the front door slam so hard it made the screen on the back patio slider rattle in the frame and when he’d gone back inside he found his mom leaning on the kitchen counter with her back to him.

He’d tried to ask what was wrong, if everything was okay, and when she turned around she put on a big smile for him. Told him it was all okay, they’d just had a little discussion. She made him his favorite dinner and took him for ice cream. Everything is just fine, Stevie. But he knew it wasn’t and after that his mom went with his dad on every single company trip while grandma stayed with Steve until he was old enough to be left alone.

Thirteen. That was old enough to take care of yourself, and grandma got replaced by a twenty on the counter with no note and the keys to the car just in case. When they weren’t out of town, Gary tried to take Steve to company events once he was high school. Tried to get him involved in conversation with firm partners, teach him the language and the finesse it took to be in law, but all Steve wanted was to play baseball. To spend time with his friends. To be a kid. And after a gala at the mayor’s estate the summer before Steve’s sophomore year of high school everything blew up.

Gary introduced Steve to one of the firm’s biggest clients, proudly boasting how his son was going to be applying for law school in a few short years.

“Steven here is the Harrington legacy. A chip off the old block, aren’t you son?”

“Yeah, sure thing, chip off the old block.”

“Of course he’ll attend Cornell or Columbia if he wants, he’ll have his pick obviously, but if he wants to be like his old man he’ll go to Harvard. Best time of my life and man were the girls wild. They’d do anything you wanted once you told them you were in law. Still do! Am I right?”

The laughter then from the group of men lit a fire in Steve’s chest as he sat and listened to them all talk so casually about how many women they’d been with, how they got away with it. How they still did. And all Steve remembers is picking up the laughter with them, but in a disconnected and unhinged kind of way before finally chiming in.

“Totally, yeah cheating on my wife is definitely in the ten year plan. Just like you, dad.”

All sound felt like it’d been sucked out of the room as Gary apologized profusely for his son’s behavior before grabbing him by the collar and dragging him out into the hallway of the estate.

“How dare you. How dare you embarrass me like that in front of a client!”

“Mom is literally in the room with us, and you’re standing there talking about how you–you’re going around banging other women?? And-and how funny it is that you get away with it?”

That was the first, and last, time Gary put hands on Steve. A slap to the cheek that stung and sent a flush across his face and pulled tears from his eyes. Regret flashed across Gary’s face, but he tightened against it by adjusting his tie and running a hand through his hair.

“Enough, Steven. Get back in there.”

“Fuck you, dad.”

And Steve walked the two miles home knowing three things. He didn’t want to go to law school. He didn’t want to take over the Harrington Firm. And he didn’t want anything to do with his dad.

So he poured himself into baseball and swimming and lifeguarding at the pool during the summers. Into Tommy Hagan, Carol Neilsen, and Nicole Dryfus. Into working two jobs to buy a car with his own money. Into literally anything that didn’t involve being home and he made a name for himself – King Steve. No one would tell him what he could or couldn’t do.

And that’s why you confuse him.

Why you’ve turned things on their head.

You challenge him, but not like his dad. Or Tommy. Or Kyle.

You make him stop and think.

What if he changed?

And what if he liked it?

SOMETHING INFINITE SYNOPSIS: hawkins, indiana, 1987 – your mom is out of town for the summer on business and she sends you to live with your aunt joyce and her husband jim in hawkins while she’s gone. joyce works at the library and jim is the town sheriff – the kids, will, jonathan and el slowly warm up to you and it’s after you get in with them that you really start to feel at home, but there’s one person who just annoys you to no end. one person you’d love to just boot off a cliff – steve fucking harrington. ♥️ find the rest of the series and more here and find the series playlist on spotify here.

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thegamingcatmom · 4 months

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Human!Ellie gives off possessive vibes especially being 5’11 😵‍💫 being 5’2 or 5’3 she would just tower over me *looks up* 😊

Oh, you mean...

This isn´t actual footage, obviously. When we say "tower", we mean tower-

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Anyhow, as a tiny being myself I can very much relate to that. Very much. As a matter of fact, I´ve been feeling rather restless these days, a bit skittish if you will and not just because a certain someone has been staring daggers at me for these past couple of months and well, Momma(s) has had quite the dry spell, it has to be said so I can´t really blame her for wanting (and trying, we´ve been there) to wrap those clawed hands around whatever part to twist and break and mangle-

-only to remember that wingwomen are hard to come by these days, especially if you look like death warmed up, so Maggot Momma´s gotta deal with it (for now) if she ever wants to that smell, my god! again-

*Sighs*

So dramatic.

BUT I DIGRESS, this is all about Momma Ellie and I´m all too happy to deliver - that poor (starved) woman needs some love and attention too!

(Don´t let Maggie know though - poor thing´s still not over the whole bowl-fiasco. That was a close call. Way too close.)

This is my late christmas present to yall. Enjoy! <3

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That escalated quickly.

When you were asked to join the Bixlers on their weekly Game Night this morning you immediately said yes. Of course you did. You´ve been living with Beth and her family for a month now and honestly? You haven´t been this happy, this carefree, in, well, ever?

Well, until Beth came into your life and turned it (and you, literally - you can´t remember much seeing as you were both high af but something about truth or dare - you dared, of course you did, idiot) upside down.

It´s kind of a sad truth and yet you can´t bring yourself to mourn your past and its missed opportunities (again). Not now. Not when it´s brought you here. Right in the middle of this family of asshats goofballs who never fail to make you laugh until the tears drop and you feel like you´re suffocating. Who make you feel like you belong, no questions asked. Like you´re home.

So when Kassie came running up to you, nearly vibrating with excitement, those big eyes staring directly into your soul-

(Well, we all know where she got that from.)

So, family Game Night it is.

What immediately sprung to mind when you heard "Game Night" were things like UNO, Go Fish or, hell, for this family you´d endure a few rounds of Monopoly as well.

So, yknow, normal things.

What you didn´t expect, however, was war playing out right in front of you because-

"You cheated!"

That´s kinda-

"How are you supposed to cheat here??"

Well, Brig does kinda have a point considering-

"The red brick was supposed to go there, like this!"

You fear Kassie is about to have a full-out temper tantrum any second now-

"You´ve literally watched me-"

"You were too fast!"

"Should´ve said something then, you crybaby-"

"Bridget!"

A brick goes flying then, and you´d be quite impressed by the sheer force of it, if it weren´t for the fact it was going straight for you, missing your eye by a hair's breadth but still managing to get you quite good, motherfu-

"Shit!"

That´s gonna bruise for sure.

"Kassie!"

"Wow Kass!"

And oh man, those eyes-

Through watery eyes (because that did hurt like mad) you can only watch Kassie get up and stomp out of the room before anything more can be said, and, well, you kinda get that. Being reprimanted not only by Mom but also your cool groupie-aunt (who might not be so cool for a while now) must feel quite overwhelming, unfair. Like the whole world is against you suddenly. But then again, you didn´t expect to be on the receiving end of a missile today, fucking-

Ellie is up in no time, body tense, a stern look on her face and even though it´s not directed at you, you can´t help the shiver that runs through your body because-

Mommy´s very angry.

It´s like she´s got some kind of tunnel vision, eyes staring daggers at the door her youngest disappeared through seconds ago and the resemblance between Mother and Daughter strikes you yet again as Ellie goes to stomp angrily walk towards it, only-

*click*

Kid got some balls, you gotta admit that.

Ellie freezes for a moment and even though she seems calm and collected on the outside, you just know she´s swearing like a sailor in her head. You can see her jaw working - clenching, releasing, clenching, releasing.

How silence can be so deafening is beyond you.

"Uh...you need some ice for that or-?"

Danny´s remark seems to snap everyone out of it. Ellie whips around so fast you fear she´s pulled a muscle. You swear there was a crack!.

She´s storming towards you, apologies spewing out of her. She looks quite frantic and, dare you say, a bit unhinged? Her hands come up to hover in front of you and she doesn´t seem to know what to do with them for a moment - clenching and unclenching them, lowering them only to lift them again - before she finally settles on oh so carefully cradling your head to take a closer look at what must, no doubt, be a pretty nasty bump by now, if that sharp tut! she makes is anything to go by.

Her thumb runs over it, just above your left eyebrow, the pressure she applies almost nonexistent and yet-

"Ah!"

You can´t stop the breathy sound from escaping your lips. Which only leads to Ellie looking even more like she´s about to lose it-

"I´m so sorry. I don´t know what´s gotten into her. She´s never done anything like this-"

She´s gonna give herself an aneurisma at this rate, so your hands come up as well, fingertips only just touching her forearms. Making sure you have her full attention.

"Ellie, hey, it´s alright-"

"It´s not alright. In this family we don´t just go around, throwing stuff at people. Especially not at guests. Things could´ve ended way worse-"

Well, that´s a tad bit dramatic isn´t it? However, you can feel your cheeks getting hot. You can´t help it. Ellie just has this way of being...Ellie.

Beth must sense your growing discomfort with the current situation. She´s always had a knack for reading you like a book and, right now, you feel like there´s a giant spotlight shining right at you. You´ve never liked being the center of attention and yet, with Ellie, it seems like you´re always the center of attention. It´s nerve-wracking most times, overwhelming, but also...oddly charming? (It´s complicated.)

"Hey Shortstuff, how about we go get some ice for that Bad Boy, hm? If it grows any bigger we might have to leash it."

Her half-lidded eyes are twinkling like they always do when she´s trying to stiffle a laugh. The right corner of her mouth just so lifted. Waggling her eyebrows once. All in all, she looks every bit the coquettish rascal that she is.

It never fails to make you laugh.

The two of you get up, Beth´s hand resting on your lower back, already halfway to the kitchen before she turns around once more, hand never leaving its current resting place.

"You guys mind packing up here in the meantime?"

You´ve almost reached the kitchen now, the open doorway within reach, and you finally feel like you can breathe again-

"Wait-"

A hand that is not Beth´s reaches between the both of you, taking hold of your left upper arm, making you turn around and-

Well, so much for breathing.

"Let me help. It´s the least I can do."

Shit.

You can feel Beth´s eyes on you as well, so you throw a quick glance in her direction. The both of you long since able to converse without words:

'I´ll handle it, just lemme know.'

'It´s alright, I got this.'

After a second you turn to Ellie, a gentle but firm dismissal already on your lips-

"Please."

Oh man, those eyes you swear to god-

Out of the corner of your eye you can see Beth moving forward a little, steps so minor one might believe she simply shifted on her feet. But you know better than that and you appreciate it, you really do.

However, while Ellie does turn you into a nervous wreck most of the time, you don´t want her to get the impression you might actually fear her. Not now. Not ever. How could you when she´s so...her?

Besides, you don´t want her to keep feeling guilty about what happened with Kassie. That was in no way her fault and you hated seeing that apprehension in her eyes. Apprehensive about what you aren´t exactly sure. Perhaps she doesn´t want you to think that this is what usually happens on a "Game Night"? Perhaps she doesn´t want you, or anyone for that matter, doubting her mothering skills? Like that´s even a possibility. You know what an amazing mom she is, you´ve witnessed it countless times in the short while you´ve been staying with the Bixlers. These kids are the luckiest and they know it, of that you´re certain.

So, before Beth can swoop in to rescue you from her own sister you take action, arm lifting just enough for your fingertips to graze her hand.

'It´s okay.'

Your brief interaction, lasting no more than two seconds, went unnoticed by Ellie. She was still staring right into your soul, right-

"Alright."

The smile she gives you in return is radiating, and you can't help it—already feeling the corners of your mouth lifting. It's an automatic response, same as with Beth. Apparently, charm runs in the family.

You swear to god.

Unbeknownst to you, this brief interaction did not go unnoticed. Eyes flitting back and forth between the pair of you, eyebrows slightly scrunched, Beth did wonder-

'Hm...'

As you and Ellie continue toward the kitchen, her hand remaining firmly on your arm, you glance over your shoulder to share one last look with Beth, and you can't help but notice...something's off.

Ellie is rather persistent in her pursuit though, giving your arm a light tug, urging you along. Alright alright.

You follow Ellie into the kitchen, her hand coming to rest between your shoulder blades now, leaving Beth and the others to clean up the living room.

You weren´t exactly sure what to expect from tonight but one thing´s for certain:

You've never witnessed someone take "Make 'N' Break" that literally.

#evil dead rise #maggot mommy #evil dead rise...but gayer #ellie bixler #alyssa sutherland #beth bixler #danny bixler #bridget bixler #kassie bixler #a certain someone

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jennycalendar · 1 year

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christmas, 2022

a very special tumblr extra: what the kovacs-cervenak family is up to in the time of now.

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Ellie drew a glittery snowflake on her cookie, tongue between her teeth as she perfected every careful swirl of icing (and determinedly ignored Bella and Art, who were both giving her shit, again, about putting this much effort into a cookie that somebody was going to be eating in two minutes anyway, especially when she couldn’t even bake). The very minute that it was entirely complete, she turned around, smacked the cookie against Art’s forehead, and said, “Eat that, sucker,” before darting out of the kitchen so that Aunt Ellie wouldn’t be able to tell her not to waste food. Which would have been a total victory had she not realized, like, two steps out of the kitchen, that she was now unable to continue her excellent artistic cookie vision, so she stopped in the middle of the hallway and sulked for a minute before she heard Aunt Ellie saying, testily, “ELEANORA ALICE CERVENAK—” and ran the rest of the way up the stairs.

Mom and Dad were necking in the upstairs hallway. “Gross!” Ellie yelled. “Do you not have a bedroom for that?”

“Nora put mistletoe in the hall, Elle, look!” said Mom, who definitely sounded like she’d been partaking of some serious eggnog.

“Oh, no, it’s to the left,” said Dad, “we’re not quite under it, Jenny, look—”

“Invisible mistletoe,” said Mom sagely. “Invistle-toe.” And then she and Dad both started giggling, which was a relief, because it meant that they were not going to notice that Aunt Ellie was totally on the warpath. So Ellie ducked into her room and shut the door behind her just as she heard footsteps on the stairs.

Three knocks on the door. Crisply, Aunt Ellie said, “Eleanora. Get out here.”

“Aww, Nora, don’t yell at her, it’s Christmas!” Mom whined.

“No more starting food fights,” said Aunt Ellie through the door. “We have talked about this.”

“Yeah?” said Ellie. “Well, why don’t you tell Art and Bella to stop being little bitches about my artistic vision?”

“There are other ways to handle conflict,” said Aunt Ellie. “Ways that do not waste food. Wouldn’t that snowflake have been nicer if someone in the family had actually gotten to eat it?”

“No,” said Ellie, smiling sweetly even though no one could see her. “It was predestined for Art’s forehead.”

Another series of knocks. “Elle?” said Art, in that overly saccharine tone of voice that meant he was totally going to kill her when she opened the door. “I’m really sorry I said your cookies were pointless, even though you were using literally all the icing and you weren’t letting Jesse near any of it, even though Jesse is an actual child and should have the cookie-decorating materials—”

Ellie opened the door all the way, saw that the cookie had left a snowflake imprint on Art’s forehead, and said, “Aww! Festive!” before shutting the door again.

“So we’re starting early this year with the melodrama?” said Uncle Don. “What exactly happened?”

“Ellie monopolized the cookie-decorating station and attacked me with icing,” said Art. “And now she’s hiding in her room instead of facing retribution.”

“I was provoked!” said Ellie.

“Can’t hear you,” said Art. “Door in the way.”

Indignantly, Ellie opened the door, started to say, “I was—” and was met with a cookie in the face. She shrieked, tossing it aside. “Arthur!” she said. “You’re wasting the cookies!”

“Oh, so she can understand it when it’s her,” said Aunt Ellie. “Eleanora, please refrain from creating your usual levels of Christmas chaos. When there are this many people in the house, things tend to escalate very quickly, and I would like to not have a repeat of the Great Food Fight of 2019.”

“That was Mom’s fault!” said Ellie, gesturing to Mom and then regretting it. Mom and Dad had gone back to kissing. “Stop that,” she said, but they were very clearly not listening.

“They’re off duty,” said Aunt Ellie, waving a hand.

“Why can’t you be off duty?” Ellie demanded.

“Your Aunt Nora is the cog in the well-oiled machine that keeps this family running,” said Uncle Don, kissing Aunt Ellie on the cheek.

Literally what was in the air that had all the parents kissing this Christmas. “You know what would solve this problem?” said Ellie.

“Don’t say extra icing,” said Mom, who had come up for air.

“Extra icing,” said Ellie.

Mom untangled herself from Dad to give Ellie a look. “Elle, whenever we give you extra anything, you spend the entire party making more of it than anyone at the party can eat,” she said. “Which means we have Christmas cookies cluttering up the kitchen for weeks, because you don’t actually want to eat them, and I don’t want to eat them, and Dad ends up eating all of them so that you don’t feel bad about your artistic efforts going unappreciated, and then he gets sick from the actual art supplies that you used to make some of the cookies and didn’t tell anyone about.”

“I thought they were nice cookies,” said Dad.

“Do not start,” said Mom, pointing a finger at him. “Do not.”

“Dad likes my cookies!” said Ellie hopefully.

“There were glue in the cookies,” said Art to Dad. “Those were not food-safe. I’ve been studying food science—”

“Yeah, it doesn’t take a few books on food science to know that glue in cookies isn’t edible,” said Ellie snidely, realized too late that her attempt to belittle Art had undermined her own argument, and let out a defeated huff. “If I promise not to put glue in the cookies—”

“Baby girl, I love you to the moon and back, but your promises fall to pieces in the face of your larger projects,” said Mom, ruffling Ellie’s hair and totally ruining the perfect look that Ellie had spent like thirty minutes disheveling in the mirror. Now her hair was just actually disheveled! God, parents were the worst sometimes. “Trust me. I know how that kinda thing works. You tell everybody you’re gonna go to sleep at midnight, and then you’ve got just one extra line of code to work out—”

“Art can’t say my cookies are stupid,” said Ellie.

Mom’s eyebrows shot up. “Arthur,” she said.

“I didn’t say stupid!” said Art. “I just said…ill-conceived and a waste of time!”

“Yeah, you’re not getting off on a technicality there, hon,” said Mom. “Just because you and Milo are on the rocks—”

“WHAT WE’RE NOT ON THE ROCKS,” said Art very loudly.

“—does not mean you get to be tetchy with your sister when she does what she does every year,” Mom finished. “There are much more patient ways to tell her to save some icing for Xander’s kids.”

“Ah, yes,” said Dad. “Jenny Cervenak: pinnacle of patience.”

Mom hit him with a sprig of mistletoe. “United front, Rupert.”

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When Ellie came back downstairs, Xander’s stupid kids had used up all the icing, which would have made her kill Art for making her have to leave the kitchen, but then Aunt Ellie not handed her a spoon and said, “Try this, Eleanora.” Which turned out to be the first taste of Aunt Ellie’s special sauce, which she never let anyone try until it was out of the pot. “How’s that?” asked Aunt Ellie.

Ellie smacked her lips. “Delish,” she said. “You’re an actual icon, Aunt Ellie.”

“See, that,” said Art. “Injustice. How come Ellie gets to call you Aunt Ellie and everyone else has to stick with Aunt Nora?”

“Do I look like an Aunt Ellie to you?” said Aunt Ellie.

“Yes,” said Ellie, at the same time Art said, “No.”

“There you go,” said Aunt Ellie, and turned back to the special sauce.

Ellie went over to the kitchen table, where Art was sitting and staring out the window at Milo, who was having some conversation with Spike outside. “How come Spike’s all bundled up?” she asked. “Wouldn’t he not need to wear a big winter coat, on account of being dead and stuff?”

“He likes to be included,” said Willow, sitting down at the table next to them. “Hi, Ellie! You make any glue cookies this year?”

“How does everyone know I put glue in them?” said Ellie. “Is there, like, a group chat where everyone talks about my failed art projects?”

“Honey, the last batch of cookies you made were eighty percent glue,” said Willow. “And I’m not sure how you did this, but the glue was a concentrated lake in the center of the cookie. Kira took this really big bite and hacked up enough glue to make a glue stick.”

“Oh, no, the glue got Kira?” said a dismayed Aunt Ellie. “She never said a word about it! Poor darling.”

As if on cue, Kira entered from outside, still a little pink in the face from the snow. “Um, Ms. Kovacs, you have any more hot chocolate?” she asked shyly. “Ezra’s getting a little cold.”

“And he’s suffering in silence, isn’t he?” At Kira’s rueful nod, Aunt Ellie made a little tch sound. “Men.”

“Does Mr. Kovacs do stuff like that sometimes?”

“Not often,” said Aunt Ellie, “but Eleanora’s father seems to be hell-bent on doing it enough for both of them. Do you remember when he nearly got heat stroke at Stacia’s graduation?”

“Very much his fault,” said Stacey, shutting the door after Kira. “Something is seriously wrong with that guy.”

“That’s my dad, you bluestocking,” said Ellie with relish.

“God, you are so Giles’s kid,” said Willow, a badly stifled giggle in her voice.

Abruptly, Art stood up, eyes still on Milo, and hurried outside. Ellie couldn’t hear what they were talking about through the window, but Milo’s smile got all plastic and touchy and he went back inside, leaving Art with Spike and that one friend of Stacey’s that kept coming to everything. Really boring name. Jim or Jake or something. Ellie didn’t care enough to remember it. “Hey, Elle,” said Milo, sitting down across from her at the table. “How’s tricks?”

“Are you gonna break up with my brother?” said Ellie, who had no interest in beating around the bush. “I don’t think I’ve seen you guys in the same room this whole party.”

“That—” Milo sighed. “Can you maybe understand why I might not want to talk to my boyfriend’s little sister about our relationship?”

“No,” said Ellie. “Your boyfriend has the coolest little sister on the planet who knows everything about relationships. Paging Doctor Love—oh, wait, you’ve reached her, and it’s me!” She scooted her chair forward, sitting up on her knees. “C’mon, man. I bet I can fix you guys!”

“Eleanora,” said Aunt Ellie, a warning in her voice.

“No, Aunt Nora, it’s, um, it’s fine,” said Milo awkwardly. “I just, y’know—it’s—” He was already getting up from the table. “Uh, hey, Kira! That’s a whole engagement ring! So you and Ezra—?”

“Ooh, yeah, you didn’t hear?” Kira glowed, flashing the diamond. “I made, like, a billion posts on Instagram!”

“I’m kind of on a social media detox?” said Milo. “You know—after—”

“After Art’s twenty thousand posts from the twenty thousand countries he’s visiting?” said Ellie. “See? I do know what the problem is!”

Aunt Ellie pinched the bridge of her nose and said, “Eleanora, why don’t you go tell Isabella she can try the special sauce?”

Which Ellie normally wouldn’t have done, but Milo was kind of looking a little bit kicked-puppy, and suddenly she did feel a little like a dumb little kid who didn’t know what she was talking about. And it had been mean, saying that to Milo, who was nothing but nice all the time. So she got up, flashing Milo an I’m-really-really-sorry smile, and hurried out of the kitchen to the backyard, which was full of everybody and everybody’s family and everybody’s family’s girlfriends and boyfriends and whatever. Xander was telling a small crowd some story about some monster he and Sonia had fought back when they were with the Council, and Spike had gone over to bring some hot chocolate to Buffy, and Mom and Stacey’s super boring friend were having boring science conversations at the picnic table, and Bella—

Bella was sitting way far away from the party. With Clementine. Clementine with the tattoos who she never stopped yelling at. And they were sharing cider. Clementine’s nose was almost as red as her hair, and she was giggling really hard at something Bella was saying, and Bella was, like, actually smiling. Which Ellie didn’t even know that Bella could do. Surreptitiously, she snapped a photo, then turned to leave—

—and almost collided with Dad. “Oh!” he said, grinning. “Ellie! I was just about to see how your mother’s little snow gremlin is doing!”

“Did Mom put something weird in the shed again?” said Ellie warily.

“Now, Ellie, your mother would prefer her experiments to be viewed nonjudgmentally—”

“One of them tried to eat your face,” said Ellie.

“Yes,” said Dad. “Well. It did apologize after it gained full sentience.”

“So what’s to keep the snow gremlin from eating everybody at this party?” Ellie asked, leaning against Dad a little as they walked towards the shed. “Force fields?”

“Family magic,” said Dad. “Nothing gets in or out of that shed unless it’s directly related to a resident of this house.”

“And Mom doesn’t consider her snow gremlins babies?” said Ellie. “That doesn’t sound like Mom.”

“…Ah,” said Dad. Now he looked a little concerned. “I may have to have a little chat with Jenny about the permeability of her wards.”

Ellie looked at the shed. Then she looked at the multiple Slayers at the party. They can handle it, she decided. She had bigger fish to fry. “Did you see?” she said. “Bella and Clementine!”

Dad blinked. “What?” His eyes landed on Bella, who was taking a tiny little sip out of the mug that Clementine was holding. “Oh,” he said, smiling softly. “That’s—that’s very sweet, Ellie.”

“Sweet?” said Ellie. “It’s so weird! What is going on, anyway? How come everybody picked Christmas to be all gooey?”

Dad gave Ellie this funny little grin. “You really are so terribly like your mother,” he said, and there was so much love in it that Ellie couldn’t even pick a fight about it. So annoying.

#fic #noon at the museum tag #(might need to switch that tag up!)#let's go with --#never mind the years of wasted time #<33 #anyway the INITIAL plan was to post this on christmas #but i wasn't sure when the fic itself would be finished!#and this contains a giant planet sized spoiler for the sequel #so i held it back a TINY bit #it's still getting posted in december though so big win

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hannahhook7744 · 1 year

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Anthony Tremaine headcanons revised:

His full name is Anthony Francis Tremaine. He is named after both of his grandfathers (Cinderella's dad and His mom's dad).

He has a variety of nicknames including but not limited to; Tony, Ant, Anty, Red, Ton, Carrot top, Francis, Fran, Franny, Annie, Tremaine, Maine, Trem, and Lord Tremaine.

He's also called a variety of pet names by Harriet, mainly luv, Batty, Bats, and bat boy.

He is the Quartermaster in Harriet's crew.

His family is originally from France and nobility, and while he's outgrown the whole 'Lord Tremaine ' thing, he's still bitter about it.

He's also bitter about the fact that FG granted Cindy's wishes but not the kids of the isles'.

He used to wish and wish to be taken off the isle with his friends and family, hoping that FG would grant them. She never did.

He is very family oriented and would do anything for his mother, siblings, and cousins.

He longs to be reunited with his father (and admittedly his aunt and her family).

He hates his aunt and grandmother, which is funny because he's his grandmother's favorite.

He only has one thing from each of his grandads—a pair of cufflinks from his step granddad and a long broadsword from his bio granddad.

He loves cats—mainly black ones because they remind him of Lucifer and Lucifer's kittens. One of which he owns.

He named it lord. Don't judge him.

He has 3 brothers and 4 sisters in this order— Ellie, Aaron, Colombe, Anya, Amara, Frankie, and Felix. Some of them are adopted.

He has 7 cousins in total—Dorothy, Daphne, Debbie, Dixie, Delanie, Dotty, and Dizzy.

His cousins can be a bit nasty—towards Dizzy (in good fun they claim) and others.

He doesn't always get along with the 6 of them (and his siblings on occasion), because of this.

He's really studious because he wants to be worthy of the title 'Lord Tremaine'— his favorite subjects are history, Geography, and Foreign languages.

He has a photographic memory.

He practices knife fighting with his cousins and siblings, and really likes the sport.

His main weapon is a baseball bat because he feels better and more confident using it than a sword.

He likes dancing and singing, and playing the flute and the piano.

He isn't the best fighter but he does give it his all. He's great a shit talking but he's not much of a swearer— that's more Harriet than him.

Anthony bonds with Chad over hair care, make up, shopping, dress up, and selfies. And modeling Dizzy's stuff.

He makes Chad apologize to Evie and apologizes to the core four for trying to feed them to crocodiles after Dizzy (and a pissed off Harriet) pushed him too.

He's into fashion and fixing his own clothes.

He also loves listening to music— especially with Harriet and Dizzy who he has danced with on the Queen's Fury and in the salon.

He and Harriet often quiz each other on random facts for fun. Oh and he has a thing for her and her for him.

They have experimented with their friends before but we're not gonna get into that

He goes to dragon hall— mainly to look out for his cousins and siblings, though he'll never admit it.

He gets all good grades in his classes without even trying.

He keeps a blackmail book. Only his crew and Dizzy know he keeps one. Only he has a lot more than one.

He's good at sneaking around—thanks to Harriet teaching him how to.

Speaking of Harriet, the two of them first met when they were young. He said something sexist and she broke his nose. He's been into her ever since, much to their friends amusement and exasperation. Mainly Sammy.

He's really into photography and vintage pictures— mainly when it comes to pictures of France and other places in the world.

He is allergic to roses like his mother and loves flowers,food, and jewelry like her too.

He's also into sailing thanks to Harriet.

He's also a handy man and the one who fixes things around their home and the salon.

He can be pretty impulsive and temperamental but is surprisingly good at calming others down.

He’s very resentful towards Cinderella and Prince Charming for not helping them, and because of the family tragedy that cost him his family.

He and Harriet eventually have two kids— Tommy and Katie.

His friends keep trying to come up with a ship name for him and Harriet.

He is very sarcastic and resentful towards most of the heroes.

He's great at cooking like his dad and loves tea parties and playing with his cay.

Finally, he has a habit of craving his name and the names of those he cares about into things. Seriously, his initials and name are carved into most of the buildings on the isle— Evie once found his name carved into furniture in her mother's castle and doesn't know how he managed it.

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Also I used some of @idontliketomatoesleavemealone 's ocs. Said ocs being Ellie, Frankie, Felix, and Colombe Tremaine. Check their blog out. Requested by: @eahravinqueen .

#disney descendants #descendants #melissa de la cruz #captain tremaine #harriet hook x anthony tremaine #disney descendants headcanons #descendants headcanons

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adisolomon2005 · 1 year

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IT Is So Hard To Say Goodbye

Summary: Maggie, Amelia, and Meredith help Lexie grieve over her her father's death.

Set up after "The Winer Takes It All (15x11).

Maggie, Amelia and Meredith were in the living room when Amelia said, "I'm worried about Lexie; she hasn't spoken to me since her father died." Suddenly, Meredith's phone began to ring. "It's mine," Meredith told them. "I'm going to get it." "Hi Mark, how is Lexie doing?" "Wait she is not with you?", Mark asked her as he held his one year old son. "No, she doesn't." "She doesn't answer my calls and I have no idea where she is." Meanwhile, Amelia and Maggie heard a knock at the door, and went to open it. They found Lexie, her eyes full with tears. "I am afraid that if I had stayed with Mark, I might have killed him. May I come in?" "Of course you can״, Amelia told her. "Have you seen Lexie?" , Meredith asked her sisters in panic. Then Meredith saw her sister and breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh god Lexie, Mark got worried." "I am not a kid. I am fine״, Lexie replied. "Lex, you are not fine. Your father just died", Maggie told her. Lexie said, "This is the reason I couldn't be with Mark. Please stop worrying about me״ ,She sat on the couch. "What are we going to do?" Meredith asked worriedly as the girls walked into the living room. "Sorry Mer, I know how crappy dad he was to you." "Lex, please just talk to us." "When my dad died, I was only 5 years old. I was afraid, hurt and confused. I know that if it happened now, I would still feel the same way because that's how I felt when Derek died. You feel like a lost little 5 year old child." "I have a five years old kid. I can't feel like one. I really appreciate it, but I don't want you to worry about me, I am going to be fine." "I don't think it's possible. We would always worry about you. When Derek died, you never left me and Amelia for a second, even though his death was hard on you too״ , Meredith told her. "It's just stupid." "It doesn't matter, we are your sisters and we love you. You can complain about everything you want, and we will listen to you, and no matter how stupid it is." , Maggie told Lexie. "Sofia and Zola baked for me peanut butter cups. That made me think of my mom. Once when my mom was sad, I baked her a cake. The cake was awful, but my mom cried of joy because I made it to her״, Lexie said smiling. "I am a bad mother." Amelia, Meredith, and Maggie all said in unison, "What?" "I left my kids in the middle of the night just because my father died." "You didn't leave them. They are with their father. Lexie, you are allowed to grieve. Mark gets it, he is just worried about you. We are worried all about you״, Amelia said. Then, they saw Zola descending the stairs. Surprised to see her aunt, Zola quickly rushed up to hug her. "Auntie Lexie, did you like the peanut butter cups we made for you?", Zola asked her aunt. "Yes Zozo, they were the best I've ever eaten." Zola went to the kitchen, and came back with a glass of water. Zola said, "I love you so much Auntie Lexie," and then she hugged her again. "I love you too, Zozo," Lexie said, as the girl walked up the stairs. "You see ,Lex? You are a great mother and a great aunt. Zola, Bailey and Ellis adore you״, Amelia told her. "Would you like to sleep here?" Meredith asked her. "I would love that," Lexie responded, smiling. "I know it's stupid, but I am afraid to sleep alone." "You don't have to. You can sleep with anyone you want״, Meredith told her "I love you so much.", Lexie said as she hugged her sisters. "We love you too״, Maggie told her. "I'm gonna call Mark. He is really worried״, Said Meredith. "So let me talk to him. He won't leave us alone until I will talk to him." That night, Lexie slept in Meredith's bed. "Meredith?" "Yes?" "Thank you for visiting dad. I know it meant a lot to him, even if he didn't deserve this." "Well, he gave me the best thing I could have asked for," Meredith said, smiling at her sister.

#lexie grey #meredith grey #amelia shepherd #maggie pierce

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thedreamaet · 2 years

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“you brought out the old man’s suit?” roman asked, approaching his brother under the gazebo he currently sulked in. “i wanted to have a piece of him with me on the big day y’know?” benji mused, biting at the inside of his cheek as the younger warren approaches the older one, back resting against the railing so he could get a better look at his brother’s tear stained features. “or alison, grans, ben.” benji continued, the back of his hand wiping a stray tear as he clears his throat. “⸺and even with everything that this family has been through, you would think that we would be allowed to bring the people we care about back but, we can’t.” his mind drifts to the night they had brought eden back and how the sheer amount of chaos that erupted that night to bring his sister back. “mia likes to tell me that we uh, we keep people we’ve lost in our hearts, a piece of them stays with us so that their always here with us. no matter where life takes us, human or not, papa, alison, grans and ben ⸺ they’ll always be here with us.” roman offered, closing the distance between the two as he places a comforting hand on his older brother’s shoulder. “when you walk down that isle, papa will be there with you, gran will be there and so will alison. i’m sure she’s uh, rolling in her grave right now because you took so damn long asking sienna to marry you but, i know their rooting for you. like eden and i are. just because we’ve lost some important people, doesn’t mean you’ve lost all of them.”

“does it count if we see her in her wedding dress?” asked samuel, watching thomas adjust his brother’s bow tie. thomas cants his head in thought. “no, not that i know of. doesn’t matter, we have gifts to give her don’t we? if anything, we can just give it to one of our aunts to just,” he motions a little football throwing motion as thomas shakes his head. “no you aren’t throwing it.” thomas nearly shouted as karisa turns the corner, bouquet in hand as she furrows her brows. “do you know where sienna is? we have something for her,” samuel blurted as karisa nods, “the two of you still have the rings correct?” the twins in sync, tap their pockets with the respective rings as the strawberry blonde smiled. “well, let’s go find sienna, shall we?”

“you look beautiful.” vasilios complimented iris, pressing a small kiss to his cousin’s forehead as he turns to isaac with a canted head. “and you look... as if you’re about to face your first battle. what is it?” isaac almost immediately swats at the blonde, “nothing.” though he’s sure iris would go on and tell vas how he was in fact very nervous to see selene in her dress and actually slide the stupid flower around her wrist. awhile demeter, althaia and jack prepared the flower baskets for kimberly and ivy to walk down the isle with. “i wonder how karisa and ellis’ wedding went.” althaia muses aloud. demeter turns away and slides the basket into kimberly’s hand, attempting to hide the laugh. “what? have i missed something?” althaia asked, looking over to jack whose currently adjusting ivy’s hair. “your daughter chose to have a private ceremony. to this day, none of us know when or where it was held. it suits the two, you would never be able to tell what goes on between them, only seems right they uh, vegas’d the wedding.” althaia raises both brows now, “vegas?”

“if these don’t work, let me know and i will find a solution for you.” leo tells his younger sister, adjusting the sunglasses as alexis nods slowly, noting that it did in fact work. she really couldn’t see anything ⸺ not that it was a problem because she was skilled in her other senses but, a piece of her did want to see her aunt in her wedding dress. with a sigh, alexis clears her throat. “stay near will you? i don’t want to bother mom and dad ⸺ or any of the adults actually, i just, it’s uncle benji and aunt ‘enna’s big day i don’t want to like,” before she could continue, the older keryx places careful hands on his sister’s shoulders. “i got you. i need to check on lukas, make sure he’s made it with uncle demetri, remember, the gift they were getting our uncle?” leo asked as alexis nods again. “i’ll join iris and the boys in a second, i just, need a minute.” she tells her brother, who presses a kiss against her cheek - [ ... ]

“i can only assume you’re just as nervous as your husband?” teased the god of war, open arms motioning for his sister to join him, pressing a kiss against her hair as he pulls away. “you look beautiful sister. i can already see benji crying the moment he lays eyes on you.” ares continued, looking over his sister, brows furrowing. “i know this ⸺ things haven’t always been right between us over the last decade but, i assure you, it wasn’t ⸺ i wasn’t in my right mind and i couldn’t ⸺ i would never have intentionally hurt you.” ares begins, hands reaching to hold sienna’s. “we have many siblings sienna, you and i both know our father was a very promiscous man but,” he stops to laugh at his own joke, icy blue hues meeting with sienna’s darker ones. “you and ellis are the only siblings that have ever made me feel as if i’m something more than a god, that i could ⸺ that i could have a chance at that life the three of us have always dreamed about. and i hope that one day the two of you could find it in your hearts to forgive me.”

/ @intheirabsence !

#int / the ones who beat fate .

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eleanorseigert · 6 months

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Introducing;

Name: Eleanor Seigert Face Claim: Candice Accola King Age: 28 Birthdate: January 16 Neighborhood: Downtown Occupation: Social Worker at East Haven Homeless Shelter Pronouns: She/Her Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship Status: Single

Wanted Connections;

people she went to school with

co-workers

exes

old flame

friends

best friend turned slow burn

people she doesn't necessarily get along with, but tolerates?

hook-ups, flings, friends with benefits

anything you wanna throw at me

Biography Notes;

TW: divorce

If you asked Eleanor she would say that she had a fantastic childhood, granted she did feel as if her father wasn't around as much as he should have been, but that was ok. He was working. She understood that. She understood that her parents grew apart, and that that was the reason they chose to divorce from one another. HOWEVER, she had her sister, and she got to watch her mother go complete girl boss to create her own business that's sole's purpose was to help people. She looked up to her mother, idealized her, and even went on to follow in her footsteps by becoming a social worjer at the local homeless shelter.

In true Seigert fashion, Eleanor quickly became the workaholic that her father had been the moment she was hire on at the homeless shelter. Her job most certainly does not bring in loads of money, but none of that matters to her. What matters is that she is helping people better themselves and help themselves heal. It's her job to help set up jobs, find affordable housing, etc, and it really comes in handy having a mother who owns her own therapy business and having a sister who moonlights as a real estate agent. She has the needed connections to really help not only herself, but others to succeed as well.

Eleanor doesn't do pets, she doesn't do kids, she doesn't do commitments, unless it has to do with her job. That is her only commitment. And yeah, it would be lonely if it weren't for her mom and sister, not to mention her sister is about to make Eleanor an aunt, albeit, a foster aunt, but still an aunt in the younger Seigert's eyes. It's no secret that Eleanor is not interested in having kids of her own, she has always made it known.

But to fill her free time she has plants, she even went as far as to buy an app on her phone that would identify when/if her plants were sick, and send her reminders of when and how much to water/fertilize them. The plants are her babies.

There was at one point in her life that she did make a commitment that didn't have anything to do with her job. She was engaged, and that person was her first love, though she might not open admit it to anyone, the break up really hurt. Perhaps it was her fear of the relationship falling apart like her parents', whatever the reason was Eleanor simply couldn't let her walls down. The break up only further pushed her into her work. Despite now claiming that her true love is work, Ellie is still very much a romantic, she could absolutely fall head over heels for someone, if she could only allow herself to take that chance.

Eleanor's personality is a bubbly, happy one, she is very outgoing and finds herself making friends with pretty much everyone she meets. She kind of has to be all rainbows and sunshine in the job field she works in. Any negative feelings she feels, she tucks away until she can express it in a private place, she's desperate to appear perfect, which only shows how imperfect she is.

#tw divorce #about;#introduction;

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jackiesarch · 2 years

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🔥🍑😊🔮 for tilly's other mom miss maura? <3

🔥 Give us a list of general likes and dislikes, such as colours, textures, music, weather and other stuff!

Likes

Colors — greens, yellows, pastel purples and blues.

Textures — worn wool sweaters, flannel blankets, fancy stationery.

Music — country, folk, singer-songwriter.

Weather — crisp fall evenings and mild spring days.

Dislikes

Colors — nothing incredibly dark unless it’s absolutely necessary.

Textures — vinyl, dirt and other various forms of grittiness, the sensation of the ground on her bare feet.

Music — she’s not particularly picky, but you probably won’t catch her listening to jazz or anything that’s really heavy.

Weather — humid summer days.

🍊 What is your OC’s favourite meal? Snack? Dessert? Drink? Any reasons behind this besides liking how it tastes?

Embarrassingly for her, her favorite meal is a good bowl of soup. It’s wholesome and warm, not unlike her, and it’s also one of the things she came to rely on to survive before she ever ended up in Jackson.

She’s not a big snacker (she often forgets to eat during the day when she’s busy), but her favorite dessert is and will always be strawberry shortcake. It’s not something she often gets, but she’s a sucker for it. It reminds her of her grandma and hot Kansas summers on the deck in her mama’s backyard.

As for drinks — wine. Always wine, and always red. She’s your stereotypical wine aunt, and she’s always happy when she can get her hands on a dusty old bottle someone’s found out on a run. If we’re talking non-alcoholic, it’s tea. Maura’s a firm believer that tea can solve just about everything, and it’s a staple in her household.

😊 What can make your OC smile even when they’re feeling down? What cheers them up and makes everything feel better for them? Is your OC genrally a happy person and do they enjoy making others smile? What about your OC makes others happy?

Tommy. As cheesy as it is, his presence is the one thing that can cheer her up without fail, no matter how miserable she is. He’s got enough dad jokes to bankroll another set of books for Ellie, and he won’t rest until he manages to get a smile on Maura’s face. If he’s not around, her best bet is snuggling up with Lucky on the couch or hunting down Maxine for a little girl time.

Typically, though, Maura is an incredibly happy person. She’s deeply optimistic by nature and always tries to see the good and the warmth in the world and the people around her. If she can make someone’s day better somehow, that’s time well spent in her book — and that part of her, in turn, is what her friends and family love most about her.

🔮 Star gazing or cloud watching? Hand-holding or snuggles? Early mornings or late nights?

Stargazing — she thinks it’s romantic, and if there’s one thing Maura Foster loves, it’s romance.

Snuggles — she adores being around the people she loves, and there’s nothing more soothing to her than curling up in bed with Tommy or tugging Lucky into her lap on the couch. Snuggling means getting as close as she can to all that love.

Late nights — she’s often awake for the early mornings, but those are for work, for quiet focus and introspection before the day starts in earnest. Maura loves the coolness of the evening, the sparkling of the stars in the sky, and, more importantly, getting to wind down at the end of the day with a glass of wine and a good book. It only helps that she’s long associated late nights with her first proper date with Tommy.

#thank you mariah 💕#oc: maura foster #ask games

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watchmegetobsessed · 2 years

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ENDLESS LOVE

A/N: i wasn't planning to post this, but after learning that im gonna be unemployed from december i thought i would just have something good today and bring this oneshot for my fav lil family! pls come talk to me about them if you want after reading!🥺

PAIRING: husband!dad!Harry X Reader

WARNINGS: mentions of divorce

WORD COUNT: 3.3k

MORE FROM THE ANOTHER ONE UNIVERSE

Telling the kids that they are gonna have another sibling actually went better than you expected. There was no crying, no tantrums were thrown, only a couple of questions from the twins. It seemed Ellie didn't have any questions even though she was just two when you told her she would have a sister or brother (you only later found out you were having twins). Maddie and Max on the other hand had a few unclear things about having a baby, for example how it got into your tummy.

“Well, it happens when two adults love each other very much,” Harry explained and you didn’t miss the blush on his cheeks when he peeked over at you as the twins sat next to each other on the couch and he was sitting on the floor in front of them. You had Ellie on your lap in the armchair, gently combing through her hair as you both listened to Harry’s speech.

“But how did it get there?” Max asked, his eyebrows furrowed as he tilted his head to the side.

“I uhh… I put it there," Harry answered.

“But why is it in mummy’s tummy?” Maddie chimed in, curling a lock of hair on her finger.

“Because this is how babies are made. They are very tiny at first, so they have to be in mummy’s tummy until they get big enough to come out.”

“Like a kangaroo?” Max perks up and you can’t hold a giggle back at his comparison.

“In a way, kind of, yeah,” Harry chuckles.

After answering a few more questions, they lost interest in the baby since it wasn’t really there, it wasn’t something they could touch or see, so the baby talk was ditched, though you knew it was just a matter of time that they start asking questions again.

Things were going smooth after that, you told your parents and Anne and Gemma was over one weekend when you broke the news for her that she’s gonna become an aunt again. Everyone was over the moon, Harry was constantly talking to your stomach that wasn’t showing just yet and despite the awful morning sickness, you haven’t had any bad symptoms. This pregnancy was like a piece of cake even though you thought the twins would definitely get anxiety from the thought of having a sibling. Even Maddie took it well, she was constantly kissing your tummy whenever she was around you.

But after all the good came the shitstorm you weren’t expecting.

“Do you know what exactly happened?” you ask Harry as you get into the car and head to Ellie’s school. You just dropped off the twins at your mom’s after getting a call from Ellie’s teacher that she wants to have a talk with you both when you pick her up. It’s the first time you get called into the school and you have a bad feeling about it.

“No idea, only know as much as you do,” he sighs. “You think she got into trouble?”

“She is not like that,” you answer right away, but then you hesitate. “Or maybe she is?”

Harry stares at the road ahead of him but it’s clear something is on his mind, he is onto something.

“H? Did something happen?”

“Well, the other day when I picked her up from school she had a weird question, but I just thought it was something that came up with one of her friends and she didn’t understand it.”

“What was it?”

“She asked if we are getting a divorce.”

“What?!” you ask with wide eyes. “What made her think that?”

“I think she talked to David. His parents are getting a divorce, Lisa told me.”

“Oh my God, that’s awful!” you breathe out.

“I thought that she just thought it’s something that happens to every couple, but I told her that it’s not happening to us. I thought she got the idea out of her head, but what if it has something to do with that?”

“I’m scared to actually find out what it’s about,” you mumble under your breath, pinching the bridge of your nose.

Walking down the hallways of the school as you head to Ellie’s classroom Harry notices how anxious you are. He takes your hand and laces your fingers together, giving it a gentle squeeze before he brings it up to his mouth and kisses your knuckles. You knock on the door and Mrs. Langford opens it with a warm smile, welcoming you.

“Mr. and Mrs. Styles, come on in!”

“Hello, Mrs. Langford,” you breathe out with a weak smile. Walking inside the room is empty, only Ellie is sitting by her desk, working on a coloring book, but as soon as she spots the two of you she leaps to her feet and charges at you as if you haven’t seen her just this morning.

“Hey, Ellie Bunny,” Harry murmurs, catching the girl and picking her up into his arms as Ellie wraps her arms around his neck. You reach out and brush her hair out of her face, seeing a sad little pout on her lips.

“Take a seat,” the teacher invites you gesturing towards the two normal sized chairs that look giant compared the tiny desks and chairs in the room. “Ellie, why don’t you join Mrs. White out on the playground?” she suggests, probably to talk to you without her hearing it, but Ellie whimpers in protest, it’s clear she doesn’t want to leave or even let go of her father. You see the worry in Harry’s eyes as he sits down with the little girl in his arms. Mrs. Langford looks at you, silently asking what should be done.

“Ellie, why don’t you play on daddy’s phone with the headphones in while we talk with Mrs. Langford, hm?” you offer, pulling your headphones out of your purse, untangling the chords as Harry grabs his phone. Ellie is hesitant, but at last she nods and lets go of Harry’s neck, turning around so her back is against his chest, but she stays on his lap as you help her get settled, opening her favorite game on Harry’s phone, the music of it making it impossible for her to hear what you talk about.

“Thank you for coming in on such a short notice, but I really wanted to talk about something with you. I’ve noticed that Ellie has been a bit crankier lately, very emotional and cautious, just not her bubbly self and there’s been a little incident today after lunch.”

You glance over at Ellie, she is melted against Harry who has his arms around him, her little hands playing with the sleeve of his sweater while she watches the screen intently.

“She got into a little fight with one of her classmates, David. I just heard Ellie screaming before she pushed him to the ground crying.”

“Oh God,” you breathe out. That’s not how she usually acts, she has never hurt another kid before.

“Don’t worry, no one got hurt, but Ellie was really shaken up for some reason. I tried to talk to her and get her to tell me what happened, but she refused to answer any of my questions, just kept crying. I asked David too, but he said he has no idea why she did it, though that’s questionable,” she adds with a sigh. “Since this was the first time Ellie misbehaved I decided to let it slip, but I really wanted to talk to you and ask if you know why she’s been so different lately.”

“It’s kind of a surprise, she acts the same at home,” Harry replies over Ellie’s head.

“Is there any chance something major has changed lately at home or somewhere in the family?”

Your stomach drops at the question. It should have been obvious it has something to do with her behavior, but you tried to ignore it, hoping it’s not the reason why your daughter is acting up.

“Well… we are expecting again and just told the kids recently,” you admit truthfully. “But I didn’t notice anything on her when we told them.”

“Oh! Congrats then!” Mrs. Langford smiles warmly. “And as for Ellie… It’s common for kids to try to hide their issues at home. She has two other siblings, right?”

“Yes, we also have the twins,” Harry nods.

“Ellie helps taking care of them, right?”

“Yes, how did you know?” you ask.

“She just seems like the kind of girl who helps a lot around home. I think she took up on this caring role and that’s why she didn’t act different at home, she didn’t want her siblings to know something was wrong with her. School is the only place where she doesn’t have you or the twins around so that’s where it really comes out.”

Your heart breaks for your baby. She’s been suffering all along and you didn’t even notice it, what kind of mother are you?!

“I think it might have something to do with the new baby. Try to get more alone time with her and get her to tell you why she is so upset.”

“Will definitely do,” Harry nods, pressing a kiss to Ellie’s head. “Sorry for the inconvenience today.”

“No worries, it happens all the time,” she chuckles softly from behind her desk. “Thank you for coming in and congrats on the baby again.”

Standing up you both shake hands with the teacher and when Harry tries to set Ellie on her feet she cracks up again, whining that she wants daddy to carry her. It’s clearer than daylight that something is bothering her and you can feel your throat closing up seeing your daughter so shaken up.

Harry keeps her in his arms as you head out to the car in silence, both of you taking in what you just heard in the classroom. Guilt is eating you away the more you think about how this was happening right in front of you and you didn’t notice a thing.

“Hey,” Harry reaches out, squeezing your hand as you’re crossing the parking lot. “It’s gonna be alright, we’re in this together.”

You can’t get yourself to answer, only nod at his words as you unlock the car. Ellie finally lets go of Harry as he buckles her up in her seat, letting her keep playing on his phone probably with the intention to use the car drive back home to discuss with you what to do.

“Mrs. Langford said she pushed David, I think it has something to do with her question from earlier,” Harry speaks up as he drives out of the parking lot.

“But what does having a baby has to do with getting a divorce? It doesn’t make any sense,” you breathe out shakily. Your hormones are kicking your ass, you’re definitely taking this harder than you should be, but you just can’t help it.

“We’ll talk to her and we can call David’s parents, maybe they will have a guess what this could be about.” Harry reaches out and takes your hand, squeezing it to let you know he is there with you and everything is gonna be alright.

You text your mom that you’ll need some more time before picking the twins up so you can have a chat with Ellie in peace. You’re a nervous wreck by the time you get home, but you’re trying your best to keep it bottled inside you so Ellie doesn’t feel like something is wrong. Arriving home you help her get changed from her school clothes and then bring her down to the living room where Harry is already waiting for the two of you. Making her sit between you and her dad, you look at Harry for help, since you have no idea how to start this. Luckily, your husband got this more than you do.

“Ellie, we want to talk about what happened in school, alright? Don’t be afraid, you’re not in trouble, we just want to know what’s going on. Mrs. Langford said you’ve been upset lately in school. Would you tell us what happened?”

He is speaking so softly, so sweetly, you’re really hoping Ellie trusts you enough to tell you what’s been bothering her. She looks a bit frightened, fumbling with her fingers on her lap, probably trying to figure out whether she should tell you or not.

“Are you mad at me?” she asks in such a tiny, squeaky voice like a little mouse.

“Of course not!” you reach out, caressing her cheek gently. “We just don’t want you to feel bad. We want to help you, but we need you to tell us what happened.”

“I didn’t mean to push David,” she admits pouting. “But…”

“Did he say something mean to you?” Harry asks concerned.

“He just… He said…”

Tears are dwelling in her eyes and your heart breaks seeing her so sad and upset. Poor little girl must have been carrying this on her shoulders for a while to get her so bothered and you didn’t notice a thing.

Ellie looks up first at Harry and then at you with her big puppy eyes, a tear running down her rosy cheek and you need to gulp down your own sobs seeing her so hurt.

“Are you going to forget about me?”

“What?” you ask, all blood rushing out of your face.

“David said… He said that his parents had a baby last year but then got a divorce and now they don’t even care about him, only the baby. They are always fighting and calling each other mean names, forgetting about him.”

Fuck, this sounds worse than you even thought. You knew David’s little brother was born last year, and now that you know that his parents are getting a divorce, you have a guess that baby was their last attempt to save their marriage. A divorce can get very nasty and it’s sad to know David’s parents are not paying him enough attention, must be hard on the boy. But thinking that he convinced Ellie this is what’s gonna happen to her as well is just… you weren’t ready for this bomb to be dropped on you.

You exchange a painful look with Harry over her head and he looks just as heartbroken as you are. He wraps an arm around Ellie, pulling her close to his side as she sobs into his shirt, holding onto him desperately.

“Baby, I’m sorry David said those things, but it’s not happening to us,” he softly murmurs, carding his fingers through her hair. Reaching under her arms he lifts her up and pulls her to his lap and you move closer to Harry, bringing Ellie’s legs across your lap as she sits leant against Harry’s chest.

“But… you’re having a baby?”

“Yes, but that’s because we love each other very much and we love you and your sister and brother too, we wanted to share this love with another baby. But that doesn’t mean we love you or Maddie or Max less,” you explain, running your hand soothingly up and down her leg.

“Are you sure? Will you… Will you have enough love for all of us?” she asks almost in a whisper.

“It’s not something we run out of,” Harry hums, kissing the top of her head. “It’s not like we have a box filled with it and we have to decide how much we give to you or your siblings. It’s endless and we have the same amount for all of you. And we would never forget about you, we love you very much.”

“I love you too,” she mumbles and she reaches out for your face, pulling you closer to her. You kiss her arm and shoulder, inhaling her sweet scent you love so much, it always brings you peace, knowing that your baby girl is with you.

“Do you want to talk about anything else? You know you can talk to mummy and daddy about anything, right?” Harry squeezes her to his chest before craning his neck to lean down and look into her eyes.

“So… you’re not having another baby because I’m too old now, right?”

“Old?” Harry gasps dramatically. “You’re still a baby, Ellie Bunny. Our little baby,” he teases her, ticking her side, finally getting her to laugh and the sound of it is heavenly.

“I’m not a baby! I’m gonna be seven!” she protests giggling.

“Don’t even remind me or I’m gonna cry!” Harry huffs, pretending to be hurt so Ellie hugs him, though you know there’s some truth behind the act. You know how emotional Harry always gets on birthdays, realizing that his babies are growing up so fast. “How do I know you won’t forget about me?”

“You’re my daddy, I will never forget about you,” she smiles at him, cupping his face in her hands.

“Good, you better not,” he hums, kissing her nose.

“And what about me?” you pout at her. She is quick to climb over to your lap, accidentally kicking your hip in the process. “Omph!”

“Hey, careful!” Harry turns into papa bear mode quickly, lifting Ellie up a bit so she can get settled in your lap.

“Did I hurt the baby?” she gasps in panic, leaning back from you, eyeing your stomach worriedly.

“No, it’s alright. Just come here and hug me,” you smile at him, pulling her to you tight. “Promise me you’ll tell us next time you feel bad, okay? We want to help you.”

“Okay,” she answers quietly.

After some much needed snuggles all three of you drive over to your mom’s to pick the twins up and since you didn’t really have time to cook dinner, you grab McDonald’s on your way home making the kids cheer happily on the decision. You all eat together, the twins rambling about what they did at grandma’s and though Ellie seems a bit quieter than her usual, you know she just needs some time to get herself over everything that happened. You put the twins to bed while Harry helps Ellie in the bathroom and then you both stay in her room until she falls asleep.

“This was… kind of a wakeup call,” you breathe out when you join Harry in bed, lotioning your arms as he lies on his side, one hand slipping to your stomach under your shirt.

“I hated seeing her like that,” he hums.

“I can’t believe she kept it from us for this long. I thought you only have to worry about secrets with teenagers,” you scoff, making him chuckle. When you’re done with your little evening routine you make yourself comfortable, curled up against Harry’s side, your head on his chest.

“We have to pay more attention to them individually.”

“I was thinking about the same thing,” you nod in agreement. “How about we make Saturday afternoons their own alone time with us? We could drop off two of them at my mom’s or yours and spend a few hours with just one of them. I don’t want them to think we won’t have time for them.”

“Great idea, they will have extra time with us before the baby arrives. And we could keep it up even after that. Just for a few hours, one of us could stay at home with the baby and two kids.”

“Yeah, I think we can manage that,” you hum.

A short silence settles between the two of you, Harry’s hand is running up and down your back as you listen to his steady breathing and the beating of his heart.

“I hope this didn’t make you regret having this baby,” he speaks up then. You push yourself up and look him in the eyes.

“Of course not. It just… reminded me that a lot is gonna change, it’s been four years since we last did it.”

“But it’s gonna be alright,” he cups your face in his hand and pulling you up he kisses you softly. “I love you. You’re an amazing mom.”

“And you’re an amazing dad,” you smile back at him. “We got this,” you nod, partially convincing yourself with it.

“Of course we do. Now get some sleep, you need all the energy to grow our baby,” he hums, tugging you to his chest and you’re more than happy to obey to that.

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I'll Stand By You (Wanda Maximoff/ Reader)

Hello! We've reached Halloween in Westview. I hope you all enjoy!

Songs used: "I'll Stand By You" by The Pretenders (1994) and "This I Promise You" by NSYNC (2000)

Summary: Westview is slowly falling apart as Wanda worries reader is drifting away. With some sibling chaos. I'm bad at summaries. :)

With a sigh, you began making your way downstairs, following the sounds of the commotion. Wearily tugging at the skin-tight suit that you couldn’t seem to avoid wearing for the day.

“Woah, smokin’ costume, sis-in-law!” You heard Pietro whistle which only made you sigh again in exasperation. “If you weren’t already married to witchy over here…” He trailed off as he leaned against the wall.

You rolled your eyes, biting back a chuckle when you saw Anna smack his shoulder. “That’s my sister you’re talking to.” She warned, glaring at Pietro who just laughed in response.

“You and Mom look nice, Momma.” Billy said sweetly with a smile which you easily returned. Reaching over to affectionately ruffle his hair.

“Yeah, Mom is old Red Riding Hood and you’re old green riding hood, Momma.” Charlie said with a laugh, looking at Pietro for approval who merely held up a hand for a high five. You clutched your chest to feign hurt and gave Anna a disbelieving stare when she began to laugh as well.

Much to your annoyance Pietro then turned his attention back to you. “Let me guess, you’re a… woodland fairy queen? Or the woman of my dreams?” He finished with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Pietro.” Wanda warned. Anna smacked him in the back of the head.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I was going for, Pietro. I live to visually please you.” You quipped back sarcastically.

Before he could say anything else, Wanda walked over to you. Leaning in and pressing a kiss to your lips which you shortly returned. “Thank you for humoring me and wearing this… dramatic get-up, honey.”

“Well, there were no other clothes in my closet, so…” You replied flatly, watching the way Wanda’s smile faltered. Unable to stand seeing the look on her face, you attempted to lighten your tone. “I knew you had a thing for me in tights.”

Her shoulders relaxed when you posed dramatically and sent a teasing smile her way. “I have a thing for you in general.” Wanda said in a husky voice, a small smirk on her lips.

Leaning in closer you matched her smirk, “What a coincidence because I just so happen to have a thing for you as well.”

Wanda let out a quiet giggle and you smiled adoringly at the way her nose scrunched. As Wanda was leaning in again, you turned to face the rest of the family in the living room. Wanda sighed.

A short laugh escaped your lips as you watched Billy and Anna cover Pietro and Charlie’s eyes in a desperate bid to win the video game that they were playing. The laughter faded when you watched Pietro pull out sodas, teaching the twins how to chug the can and then burp much to your annoyance. Anna threw her own can at Pietro’s head.

“It’s wonderful that our siblings are so…” You paused as you watched the four begin wrestling for the remote. “Great with kids.”

Wanda nodded unconvincingly as she watched the scene by your side. “Yeah... They’re just full of surprises.”

Lightly you pat her shoulder as you stepped around her. “Well, good luck with them tonight. I’m sure it’ll be entertaining to say the least.”

Wanda turned to face you, a frown tugging down at the corners of her lips. “What?” She followed after you as you made your way to the door. “What do you mean? You’re all dressed and ready to go.”

You gestured vaguely to yourself. “I’m undercover. Ellie said there’s been mischief running amuck in the community and she suspects neighborhood watch. An inside job, Wanda! I'm an investigative journalist now.” Dramatically you tossed your cape over your shoulder for emphasis.

The frown on Wanda’s face remained as she shook her head lightly, “But that’s not what you’re supposed to…”

Skeptically you eyed Wanda. “What do you mean supposed to?”

“You didn’t tell me you had plans.” She eventually grumbled in annoyance, ignoring the question entirely.

“Well, I’m telling you now.” You replied with a small shrug.

Her eyes gleamed with frustration as if she couldn’t believe the words you were saying. “It’s the twins first Halloween. You have to be there.”

Anna and Pietro stepped over before you could get a word out. “Woah, what’s the big deal?” Pietro asked as he teasingly placing his hands in between you both like you were about to start fighting. “I’m much more fun than Y/n. No offense, you’re still smokin’.” He winked your way and you gagged.

Anna pushed him away and turned to Wanda with a reassuring smile. “It’s okay, Wanda. We can help with the twins. It’ll still be fun.”

“Uncle Petey to the rescue, huh?” Pietro added with a goofy grin.

You clapped his shoulder and turned to Wanda. “Sure… Petey. Problem solved. Have a spooky time tonight, kiddos. I love you!” You called out to Billy and Charlie who were engrossed in their game.

“Love you.” They called back distractedly, never taking their eyes off the screen.

Hesitantly you stepped back over to Wanda, ignoring the gloomy expression on her face as you lightly caressed her cheek.

With a small smile you leaned in and kissed her other check. “Be good.” You whispered before pulling away. Once again, you posed dramatically, smirking when Wanda begrudgingly replicated the action. “Time to solve this case!” With a final toss of your cape you left.

Wanda’s shoulders drooped slightly as the door closed behind you. Seconds later, you poked your head back in. “I forgot to say… you look beautiful, my love.” You called out sincerely, sending a wink Wanda’s way before shutting the door behind yourself again.

The blush on Wanda’s cheeks made both Pietro and Anna smirk in amusement.

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“Unleash hell, demon spawn!” Pietro called after the twins with a smile as they walked off to one of the houses with Anna. He furrowed his eyebrows questioningly when he noticed Wanda staring at him.

Wanda attempted to force an easygoing smile on her lips. “Do you remember when we were at the orphanage and there was this song that we used to sing? The one that would play on the radio whenever the soldiers radio frequencies would interfere with the our frequencies? It went like,” Pietro just stared, his head tilted slightly. “Let me come along, ‘cause even if you’re wrong-”

“-I’ll stand by you, I’ll stand by you. Won’t let nobody hurt you. I’ll stand by you.”

You sat patiently outside the door, the music playing quietly on your phone to break up the silence that surrounded you. And possibly send a message to the woman who was currently ignoring you.

Natasha walked over and kneeled by your side. “Are you planning on staying out here all night?” In response you lifted your shoulders slightly in a small shrug. “You should at least eat something.”

“I’m not hungry.” You murmured, spinning the rings on your fingers absently.

With a sigh Natasha stood up and gently pat your head. “I’m going to bring you both food. And I expect you both to eat, even if you aren’t talking right now.”

Almost as soon as Natasha had walked away the door behind you opened, causing you to fall backwards. “You can turn the cheesy 90s music off now. I get it.” Wanda said quietly, her posture tense.

You scrambled to shut the music off and rushed to your feet. “Hi.” You said nervously.

From where you stood you could see Wanda fight a smile. “You’ve been sat outside my room for three hours and all you came up with was hi?”

Shyly you rubbed your arm. “I did have a whole speech planned out in my head but looking at you now I can’t seem to think of anything other than you.”

Wanda melted with your words and you could see the frustration in her eyes begin to fade away. “Did you really mean what you said? That you don’t care?”

Tentatively you reached out and took her hands. “Never. Not about you. I was talking about myself. I will care about you forever.” Care was a placeholder for what you truly wanted to say and you both knew it. "I'm sorry for making you think I didn't."

With a sigh, Wanda pulled you into her arms. “Well I care about you, so if you care about me you also have to care about yourself.”

You buried your face in her neck, breathing in her sweet scent. “Okay. I care...” You mumbled letting the silence wash over the moment. “Did we just have our first fight? I hated every minute of that.”

Wanda’s chuckled slightly. “Yeah. Me too…” Her eyes shone brightly with amusement as she gently tilted your head up to meet her lips, finding comfort in your touch.

You were her safety.

Impatiently Pietro snapped his fingers in Wanda’s face, squinting his eyes slightly at her expression. “You’re testing me.” He said flatly with a knowing point of his finger.

Wanda quickly feigned innocence, still shaking away the memory that had filled her mind. “No, I’m not.” She insisted.

Wanda was testing him though. She knew he wouldn’t know that song. He shouldn’t have.

In response he waved a hand dismissively as he gestured vaguely to his face. “Hey, it’s cool. I know I look different.”

Unable to help herself, Wanda nodded. Her brows furrowed. “Why do you look different?”

Pietro shrugged. “You tell me. I mean, if I found Shangri-La I wouldn’t want to be reminded of the past either.” Wanda looked back at him pensively.

Anna then rushed back with the twins. “Your turn, Uncle Petey!” She exclaimed patting Pietro on the shoulder.

“Alright, Uncle Petey’s about to maximize your candy acquisition. Not like your lame Aunt Annie over here.” He joked, ruffling Anna’s hair who just smacked his hand away. He offered a hand to Charlie who eagerly took it as Billy linked on.

Before Wanda could even blink they had sped away. “I’m beginning to think he’s a bad influence.”

Anna spun around to face her. “Beginning? I hate to break it to you, Wanda, but between the two of us I’m the only good role model here.”

Wanda just shook her head in amusement when someone in the distance caught her attention. “I’ll be right back, Anna.” Anna nodded and ran to try to catch up to the twins. Wanda made her way over to the person of interest. “Hello, Ellie.”

Ellie turned to face Wanda a mild look of surprise covering her features. “Hi, Wanda. Where’s your lovely wife?”

The polite smile that Wanda had grown so accustomed to made an appearance. “Oh, it’s okay you don’t have to be secretive. Y/n told me about the undercover piece about neighborhood watch that you have her working on.”

Curiously Ellie quirked her eyebrows. “I haven’t assigned Y/n to any undercover pieces.”

Wanda’s smile wavered slightly. “Oh. I thought… I thought she…” Her lips pulled down slightly in thought.

Ellie shifted nervously in the silence as her brows furrowed in concern. “Is there something I can do for you, Wanda?” She continued on before Wanda could utter a response. “Do you want something changed?”

A confused chuckle fell from Wanda’s lips. “No. It’s fine. I must have just misheard her this morning.”

“If you say so. Tell Y/n I said hello.” Ellie finally replied, sending a wink Wanda’s way as she walked off.

“Hey, that woman looked so much like Amelia. Y/n loved her.” Wanda jumped at Anna’s sudden appearance. Her eyes clouded over when she processed what the teenage girl had just said.

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“This is so lame. I can’t believe you’re making them return all the candy.” Pietro grumbled with a roll of his eyes.

Wanda crossed her arms indignantly. “Well, I can’t believe what a bad influence you are.”

“That’s why I’m better.” Anna added in a sing song voice.

Pietro sneered. “Oh, shut it, pipsqueak. We’re here to do the exact same thing, okay? Come to town unexpectedly, create tension with the sis-in-law, stir up trouble with the rugrats and ultimately… Give Wanda grief.”

Anna huffed when Wanda looked at her suspiciously. “I mean, that’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” She asked, her tone dripping with irritation that was a stark contrast to her positive attitude earlier.

The confusion at the situation caused Wanda to purse her lips as she allowed herself to consider the two people before her. “Anna, weren’t you six when Hydra… I mean, you weren’t a teenager when you…” She trailed off slightly, not wanting to finish the thought.

The younger girl rolled her eyes defensively. “Look, that was years ago. I aged. That’s what happens inn life, isn’t it?” Anna crossed her arms when Wanda didn't seem convinced. “I don’t know, okay?”

Wanda frowned slightly then turned her attention to Pietro. “And you. What happened to your accent?”

“What happened to yours?” Pietro countered defensively. He sighed when Wanda leveled him with an unimpressed stare. “Look. Details are fuzzy, man. For both of us. All I remember is getting shot like a chump in the streets for no reason at all. Next thing I know, I heard you calling us.”

Anna stepped forward, nodding along with Pietro. “We knew you needed us.”

The words hung in the air like an unanswered question. “Uncle P, Auntie A, guess what?” Charlie shouted excitedly effectively ending the conversation as she rushed over with Billy.

“There’s a treasure bag with full sized candy bars on the lamp post!” Billy pointed up eagerly at the post that was hanging directly above their heads. “Mom, can you help us get it?”

The sound of metal crunching filled the air as Charlie waved a hand. The lamppost giving way easily as she skipped over and took the bag off the light. “Next stop, Cavity Town!” She cheered as she walked back over and passed one of the treats to Billy.

“My niece is a badass!” Pietro hollered as he lifted Charlie on his shoulders. Wanda couldn't help the pride that bubbled in her chest as she watched her daughter's powers develop. She wished you would have been there to see it too. “Just like your uncle P! Chip off the old Maximoff block!”

Anna coughed pointedly. “Manipulating earth and metal? Sounds a lot like the badass comes from my genes.”

“It’s okay, baby. You can take it slow, and you can-” Wanda’s words were interrupted as Charlie began flying through the sky, cheering all the while. Wanda shook her head in amusement at the way Charlie smoothly flew through the air, her smile unwavering.

Billy watched his twin excitedly which Wanda took note of.

When Charlie floated too low, Wanda grabbed her foot and gently pulled her down. “If you’re going to explore, please just take your brother with you.” Wanda said seriously.

“Really?” Billy asked happily.

“Really?” Charlie repeated with a pout.

Wanda bit back a smile as she nodded. “Really. And please, just remember-”

“Don’t go past Ellis Avenue.” They responded in unison.

“We know, Mom. We know.” Charlie said dismissively as she offered her hand to Billy and a moment later they floated into the air.

Pietro and Anna shook their heads. “Be careful! I love you!” Wanda shouted after the twins.

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For the past several hours a feeling of discomfort had settled in your chest as you wandered the city of Westview. The feeling reached its breaking point when you watched a woman frozen in time, replicating the same action again and again. The moment solidified your resolve. You needed to see what was outside this city. To see if all these odd occurrences were just that… odd occurrences.

You didn’t want to believe it was Wanda. It couldn’t be.

In a bid of desperation, you took advantage of one of your new-found skills and allowed yourself to fly into the skies of Westview. Everything looked completely normal... Except for one set of lights stopped strangely at the edge of the town.

Curiosity got the better of you as you flew over to investigate the scene. The sight of the stalled car unnerved you as you wearily made your way over to the driver’s side. “Agnes? What are you doing here?”

Despite the question, Agnes continued to stare off into the distance, almost as if you weren’t there at all. “Took a wrong turn.” She lifted her shoulders in a slight shrug. You worriedly took note of the way her eyes were glossed over with unshed tears despite her face being completely void of emotion. “Got lost.”

Her words were monotonous which was so out of character for the woman you’d seen before. You frowned. “Lost? In the town you grew up in?” There was no response from the other woman as she continued to stare blankly ahead. Your fingers tingled with uneasy energy. “I wonder…” Hesitantly you lifted your hand until it hovered over her temple. You closed your eyes as you focused, becoming one with the earth’s current until a short burst of light drifted from the tips of your fingers into the side of Agnes’ temple.

With a gasp, she sprung back to life. Agnes desperately took your hands, pulling you down. “You! You’re one of the Avengers! Are you here to help us?”

“I do want to help.” You assured her. “But what’s an Avenger?”

Agnes pulled her hands away as if she’d been burned. “What? Why don’t you know?” Suddenly she began patting herself down anxiously. “Am I dead?”

Your brows furrowed in concern. “No, no, why would you think that?”

There was a brief pause before Agnes turned her attention back to you. “Because you are.”

The tightness in your chest increased tenfold. “I am what?”

“Dead. You’re dead. Dead, Dead!” Agnes shouted hysterically causing you to flinch back involuntarily.

Determinedly you pushed forward again, ignoring her words. “Agnes, I want to help. I’m going to get help. To reach someone outside of Westview and figure everything out.”

“How? No one leaves. Wanda won’t even let us think about it.” Manic laughter startled you into silence as she continued. “All is lost. We’ll never escape her.”

Despite numerous attempts to call out to her, Agnes’ laughter never stopped. The unsteady tingling in your fingers began again as you took a deep breath and grounded yourself with the earth once more. You lifted your hand to her temple and almost as soon as the light entered her temple the laughter stopped.

“I will fix this.” You declared softly.

A caricature of a smile overcame her features. “Alrighty, neighbor!” She said as she turned the car around. “Happy Halloweenie!”

With a new sense of determination, you marched forward into the open field in the distance. The soft buzzing of static becoming louder and louder the further into the field you ventured.

Cautiously you reached a hand out to touch where the sound seemed to be coming from only to be met with resistance even though nothing was there. Confusion took hold of your emotions as you watched the costume you were wearing transform into your typical clothes as you pushed your arm through the energy barrier.

Knowing this was the only way, you pushed forward, feeling as if your mind was being wiped clean the further you walked.

The pain was becoming unbearable, but you knew you couldn’t turn back.

As the pain worsened, a quiet song began playing in your mind, almost as it was attempting to comfort you.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Look at me.” A soft hand on your face tilted your chin up. Her eyes were flooded with worry but her gentle touch brought you comfort. “This might hurt a bit, but we have to do this.”

A soft groan fell from your lips as you could feel the first stitch begin to close your wound. “Wait, wait.” You hissed, pushing her hand away from your bleeding side.

Her fingers gently brushed through your hair. “Y/n. You’re bleeding, we need to stitch this up now.” You knew she was right, but you still wanted to roll away. The woman quickly scrambled to her feet, stepping away for a moment before rushing back with a small device in her hands. “Here. Focus on the music. Focus on me. Not on the pain.”

“I've loved you forever, in lifetimes before and I promise never will you hurt anymore. I give you my word, I give you my heart. This is a battle we’ve won and with this vow, forever has now begun…”

When the song from the radio reached your ears, a choked laugh fell from your lips despite the pain you were in. “Did you plan for the cheesiest 90s song to play?”

In response she smiled ever so slightly, but her eyes remained focused on the task. “I didn’t, I swear. Guess I just got lucky.”

“Yeah. Me too…”

Staring up at her made it impossible for you to focus on anything else as you processed the words that floated from the radio. She was done before the song had even finished. You didn’t feel a thing.

“I didn’t see they were government agents.” You murmured guiltily after a moment as you watched her wrap your now stitched up side.

Her concerned eyes met yours. “Y/n, I don’t blame you. I’m just glad you’re okay. I was so scared I wouldn’t get there in time. That I wouldn’t be able to protect you. I... care about you.” Her words were sincere as her thumb lightly caressed your cheek. The placeholder word from your past making a comeback.

The small box of a room that was your newest hideout was dingy, but with her here it was the most beautiful place in the world.

Your chest tightened with familiar feelings that you spent so long avoiding. “Can you hold me?” You looked away as you asked, still not used to the vulnerability.

“Of course.” She breathed out, carefully helping you to bed before gathering you in her arms. Her heartbeat against your ear was the sweetest song you had ever heard. You had never felt safer than when you were in her arms.

Wanda was your safety.

“Wanda.” You gasped out, feeling yourself refocus on the current world around you as thoughts of Wanda flashed through your mind. Of Wanda smiling. Of Wanda laughing. Of Wanda crying. It was all there again.

Until it wasn’t.

With a gasp you fell to the floor, clutching your head, feeling yourself – your mind - begin to fade away.

“Why aren’t you helping her? Something is wrong with her, she needs help!” You heard a voice scream anxiously. You looked up just in time to see the woman get held back by someone. “Steve! Natasha! Help her!” She cried out holding her ear as a man tugged her arm down and handcuffed her to a car.

Despite the pain coursing through your veins you continued to weakly crawl forward. The threat of losing consciousness and the sense of who you were increasing the further out you moved from the barrier. “Th-they need h-elp.” You gritted out, not remembering why, but knowing it was why you were there. One of your arms gave out from under you as you fought to keep your eyes open.

The bespectacled woman watched you with growing concern, tugging desperately at the handcuffs that kept her in place. “Steve, Natasha, you need to hurry.” She said quietly, her eyes widening when you fell to the floor.

Everything went dark.

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There was a comfortable silence in the air and Wanda could almost allow herself to relax as she sat on one of the bales of hay while the twins played on their own in the town square.

Almost.

“Where were you hiding all these kids up until now?” Pietro suddenly questioned with a smirk.

“What?” Wanda replied in surprise.

Anna leaned back on her hands, feigning amusement. “I assume she let them all sleep peacefully in their beds.” She picked at the hay in disinterest. “No need to traumatize beyond the occasional holiday cameo, right?”

Pietro rolled his eyes. “Hey, back off. She’s the empathetic twin.”

“I don’t-… I didn’t-” Wanda stuttered. Anna smirked slightly.

Waving his hands dismissively, Pietro continued. “She handled all the ethical considerations of this scenario as best she could.” Wanda’s mind seemed to be put at ease as Pietro’s speech continued. “Families and couples stayed together, most personalities are the same, people got better jobs. Better style, for sure.”

Flicking a piece of hay at Pietro’s head, Anna added. “Convincing my sister that she’s in love with her.”

Wanda turned her head sharply at Anna’s words. “What do you mean convincing? Y/n loves me.” Her brows furrowed as she considered Anna’s words. “She does.”

A laugh fell from Anna’s lips. “You can cut the act, Wanda. Pietro and I know everything.”

“I’m not acting. Y/n and I love each other.” Wanda defended quietly, trying desperately not to let Anna’s words get to her.

Anna shrugged. “If that’s what you need to tell yourself. Y/n was in love with Amelia- sorry, you renamed her Ellie.” She smirked when she saw Wanda’s fingers flex slightly. “They were soulmates. They made the best team. I’ve never seen Y/n more in love than she was with her.”

Wanda’s jaw clenched, and Anna’s smirk grew.

“Do it. Make her go away.” Pietro encouraged Wanda when familiar red tendrils began drifting from her fingers.

Anna tilted her head in mock sympathy. “What? You don’t want to hear the truth?”

With a wave of her hand, Anna slumped on the hay. Pietro cheered. “She’s just sleeping. She’ll be up in a few minutes.” Wanda said quietly, feeling the shame creep up on her as she tried to shake Anna’s words. Pietro laughed, and she turned to face him. “You don’t think it’s wrong?” Wanda asked quietly, her voice uncertain.

“What, are you kidding? I’m impressed! Seriously.” He admitted with a knowing smile. “It’s a pretty big leap from giving people nightmares and shooting red wiggly-woos out of your hands.”

For a moment Wanda stared off in the distance, allowing his words to wash over her.

“How’d you even do all this?” He finally asked. Wanda shifted uncomfortably at the question. “Hey, I’m not some stranger, or your wife, or your wife’s annoying little sister. I'm your brother. You can talk to me.”

Wanda’s eyes began to glisten to unshed tears as she thought over his question. “I don’t know how I did it.” She admitted quietly. “I… I only remember feeling completely alone. Like I was drowning. Just… Endless nothingness. Empty.” A tear fell down Wanda’s cheek.

“Mom! Mom!” Wanda heard Billy call out to her frantically as he ran over with Charlie following closely behind him. Wanda quickly composed herself.

Rushing over to the twins, Wanda felt dread build in her chest. “What is it, Billy?”

“I hear Momma. In my head! She’s in trouble.” The fear on his face made Wanda’s concern increase tenfold as her stomach dropped. “I don’t know understand. What’s happening to me?”

Wanda placed comforting hands on his shoulders as she struggled to control her emotions. “Where is she? Where is your mother?”

“Hey, don’t sweat it, sis. It’s not like your dead wife can die twice.” Pietro flippantly replied with a chuckle.

Anger. That's all she felt when Pietro spoke so dismissively about you. Unable to control her anger, Wanda shot out a hand as Pietro was sent flying back from the force of her powers.

Taking a breath, Wanda turned back to her terrified son. “Billy, I need you to focus.”

Closing his eyes, Billy began recounting what he saw. “I can’t tell. I see these… soldiers.” Wanda tensed even more. Billy gasped. “They think she’s dying!”

For a moment Wanda was sure her heart stopped.

Thinking quickly, she turned away from Billy, her eyes glowing red.

Steve and Natasha ran up just as the walls of the barriers began moving forward. They continued to sprint forward while Haywards minions made desperate attempts to run away.

“Y/n!” Steve cried out, feeling fear seep into his bones when he saw your lifeless form sprawled out on the empty field. On numb legs he began moving faster. Hopelessly, he was forced to watch the red energy wash over you once again.

Natasha cursed as they lost sight of your body. The red barrier continued to push forward when they were mere feet away from Darcy. “Fu-” They heard her mumble through a wince as she also became lost behind the barrier.

“We have to get in there!” Steve shouted.

With determination, Natasha nodded. “Let’s try.” A moment later they were pushing against the red energy that was fighting against letting them in.

Annnnnd we have concluded with the 90s! Chaos is the main population of Westview right now. A lot happened here. I'm not even sure what to say to be completely honest. A little nervous about this part.

Anyway...

As always, thoughts and comments are always welcome! Let me know what you think. :)

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hunflowers · 3 years

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The Aftermath

Word Count: 3.7k

Requested? Yes, and you can too, here :)

A/N: here she is, the little piece of the puzzle y’all have been waiting for. it’s a small part two of 1964, and it’ll take place just after their reunion at the end of the story!! i hope you enjoy it, because i missed writing my babies a lot and i hope you love them just as much as me.

pls, reblog the fics you read or heck even if you see it on your dash; it means a lot <3

good luck and have fun, in that order *nose boops*

“Happy Birthday, Rose.”

No one can explain the phenomenon of joy processed through the body and soul as Harry spoke those simple words into the air to Y/N.

It can only be described as a chill shooting down her spine, flaring goosebumps on her skin, her mouth running dry at the sight of him, or maybe the way her eyes glossed over with a glistening sheen. Pure joy.

As if she didn't already feel transported back to 1964 when sharing her many stories with her eager to learn granddaughter, she certainly did now. Seeing Harry's face, the same features that made her swoon all those years ago - though a little mature now - made her feel like she was her twenty-one year old self all over again.

It felt like a movie, as if the two of them shaped back into their younger statures, adorned in the style from way back when, embodying a world of black and white that would explode into color. Hannah and Eleanor disappeared into the future, and all there was, was Harry and Y/N like how they once were.

Before she could process what she was doing, Y/N was scurrying across the wood floor, walking the fast she has in a while, throwing her arms around Harry’s shoulders and burying her face into the crook of his neck. She could feel the rumble of his chest as he laughed, easily reciprocating the love by engulfing her in a hug, pulling her impossibly closer.

The smell of the roses swarmed Y/N’s nose, tingling her senses in the best way possible. Her brain was overpowering as it continued to be overwhelmed by the events happening, still trying to understand how Harry, her H, was in front of her.

Pulling away a few moments later - but not completely unraveling herself from his hold - she looked up at him, looking at her favorite shade of green that she tried so hard to recreate yet always failed. “Are you really here?”

“Yes! He is, Nona!” Ellie cheered from behind her, causing everyone to gape at her while also laughing. He’s really here, in her arms, breathing the same air as her.

Maybe he wasn’t a dream, after all.

Looking back up at him, Y/N smiled softly, bringing her hands up under his jaw, using her thumbs to caress the soft skin that was lined with a little bit of stubble. “I missed you,” she whispered, almost like it was meant to be a secret.

With his own little grin, Harry placed his own free hand on her cheek, using his thumb to swipe the tear that managed to escape her eye without her noticing. Instinctively, Y/N leaned her head to rest in his palm, a reflex she never seemed to have shake.

Harry didn’t have to say anything back for her to know that he felt the same way, if not more. His actions always spoke a lot louder than his words, and it also seemed that old habits hardly seem to die, even so many years later.

“Okay,” Hannah cleared her throat, trying to gain the attention of the two older folk for the first time in the last couple of minutes. “We’re meeting Aunt Carmella and Uncle Frank in twenty minutes.”

The duo separated, heat rising to their cheeks as they realized just how close they had been for those moments. Harry offered her her bouquet of roses, to which she took gratefully and scurried off to find a vase, uttering a quick, “I’ll be right back.”

In reality, yes she went to find a vase, but Y/N also needed a second to recuperate, inhaling deeply to get her heart to start slowing its rapid pace. Fifty-five years since she’s seen him.

Fifty-five.

It was a lot to comprehend. She was convinced she’d never look at him, hold him, appreciate his existence ever again. One thing is for sure, she never did stop loving him.

Y/N placed her hands down on the counter she placed her roses on, leaning her weight onto her hands as she felt the emotions roll over her like waves crashing on a beach. Her insides felt like mush. She was experiencing the come down after getting off a rowdy rollercoaster, like those she used to go on on Coney Island whenever she visited New York. Electricity shot through her veins as if she had been succumbed to the consequences of the electric chair - yet it wasn’t painful. In fact, she felt alive.

“Mom,” Hannah spoke from behind her, causing her to nearly jump out of her skin. Y/N didn’t realize she had been so lost in her own thoughts for a few moments there. Raising her hand to her chest, she turned around and let out a breath, before smacking her daughter in the shoulder.

“You can’t do that to me, Han. I’m old, I could die from a heart attack.”

“Don’t even joke about something like that,” Hannah rolled her eyes. But quickly the annoyance dissipated as she remembered why she came into the kitchen in the first place. “Are you okay?”

Y/N pursed her lips, giving her a simple shrug. “Yes and no. It’s not easy being reminded of... the love and pain I felt. How did you even find him, anyway?”

Hannah sheepishly smiled, “Aunt Carmella...”

Y/N scoffed, knowing it was exactly like her friend to be secretive about something so monumental like knowing where Harry is and how to contact him. She couldn’t determine if it was a good thing that Carmella kept this information from her, but deep down she knew it was.

As soon as Y/N gathered her wits, the foursome were out the door and on their way to lunch. They had decided to drive two separate cars, and after a bit of begging, Y/N let Harry drive them in his rental. Though, along the way it was a bit of rocky journey. “First time driving on the right side of the road,” was his excuse.

In the car ride, Y/N took the time to truly admire the man she once laid beside at night, trying to wrap her head around the fact that he was next to her again. She wondered if in his old age he would turn wrinkled and decrepit, maybe using a cane or having a hunch back. It only seemed fitting that he beat all of those stereotypes and looked like he had the health of his younger self rather than a seventy-six year old man. He’s timeless; just like their love.

When they finally met up with Carmella, it didn’t take Y/N long to scold her friend for keeping such a humongous secret from her, and working in tandem with her own daughter and granddaughter. All the Italian woman did was shrug before latching her arms around both Harry and Y/N’s frames, pulling the three of them close for a long-awaited, reuniting hug that felt like home.

“Il trio è tornato e meglio che mai. questo merita un brindisi,” [The trio is back and better than ever. This deserves a toast] Carmella cheered, clapping her hands in giddiness as she waved the waitress back over to order the most extravagant wine.

Leaning down to whisper in Y/N’s ear, Harry muttered, “And I still have no idea what she’s saying.” Y/N bumped his shoulder with hers, shaking her head gently as a small smile snuck up onto her lips.

Lunch was shared with many laughs and old stories - all per the request of Ellie. She was eager to keep learning and eager to see her nona so happy.

When lunch was over and they were all saying goodbye, Ellie practically all but pushed Y/N to go with Harry so they could go somewhere private. Hannah of course condoned her daughter’s behavior, but also told her mom it was for the best they catch up without either of them around. They needed to be alone.

That’s how they ended up at the park downtown, where Y/N used to frequent often when she used to run in the mornings or whenever she needed a spark of creativity for her next painting.

Once Harry placed the car in park, the stagnant tension between them only rose as neither of them jumped to get out of the vehicle. They simmered, absorbed, melted into the atmosphere, basking in it before they flipped it on its head to talk about what they both had been avoiding.

It was an unspoken truce to get out of the car at the same time. The sun was winking at them through the clouds, luring them to venture deeper into the park, just like it used to. Almost as if the star was just as excited as them to be back in each other’s lives. The saying is if walls could talk, but what about the sun? Or the moon? Both kept Harry and Y/N’s moments inside of them, stored deep in their cores right next to all the other love that happened in their line of vision.

Out of instinct, the two locked hands. And they didn’t seem to mind. It felt like a magnet pulled them together, and it would take a lot of force to break them apart.

As they walked along the paved path, being passed by those on bikes or joggers, or really even anyone that walked faster. They weren’t in any sort of rush, because moments like these aren’t meant to be fast paced. They needed to simmer, absorb, and melt.

Harry decided to be the first to speak up, surprising both of them considering, well, his past. “I see the artist life treated you well.”

Slightly turning her head to face him, she laughed softly, shrugging her shoulders. “I guess it did. You predicted it.”

I can’t wait to buy your art one day.

Harry gazed down at his feet, humming a response. He didn’t have the proper words to respond to her allusion to his letter. Hearing the twinge of spite sitting on top of her words was enough for him to gauge that his letter was a sore topic for her. And rightfully so, because even he hasn’t completely forgiven himself for not giving her a proper goodbye.

Coming up on a patch of grass that was half hidden beneath a large oak tree and half in the glory of the sunlight, Harry and Y/N decided to take a seat. If they were going to throw themselves into the past, might as well go all the way and lay in the grass like they did in Florence. Albeit, they wouldn’t actually lay down because it would’ve been impossible for either of them to properly get up.

They rested their backs against the large trunk, looking out into the field and watching little kids play around as their parents kept their distance off to the side with other parents. Y/N found it near impossible to not snap a mental picture of what was in front of her, cursing herself for not bringing her camera with her. It was a beautiful day, and one she wished to remember. Not because of the dreadful conversation that was bound to swallow her whole or the man sitting beside her, but because of the landscape.

What a waste of a beautiful day.

Now, it was her turn to break the silence, because she knew he wouldn’t. He may have once, but that was all he could probably handle. “Tell me about your life, Harry. Please.”

Letting out a breath of air he didn’t realize he had been holding in, Harry twiddled with his thumbs in his lap. “Got two kids. Ben and, uh, Rose.”

Ouch.

“Five beautiful grandchildren.” He spoke shortly and to the point, finding it very difficult to open up the can of worms that is his life.

Once Harry got the call from Carmella that he was going to surprise Y/N for her birthday, he couldn’t get on a plane any faster. The idea of being face-to-face with her again after so many years was daunting and normally he found it difficult to escape his confined box of reality. But that was the thing about Y/N, she always made things seem less terrible to him.

England is his origin and where his family resides, but it hardly felt like home anymore.

His marriage with Nancy balanced on its very thin, tight rope for thirty years, but they both knew it was bound to fall off. Once he returned from Italy, it was like he was a soldier returning from war, because he in no way was the same man who left for Italy when coming home. But, they pushed on, because it was what they were meant to do.

They had two wonderful kids and they seemed like the picturesque family they were planned to be. Behind closed doors, they were anything but. He and Nancy fought a lot and their kids seemed to loathe him for reasons still unbeknownst to him. He supported them and loved them like any parent would, yet it felt like they joined everyone else in his life that wanted to keep him silent. Everyone except one person.

Once his and Nancy’s divorce was finalized, the kids couldn’t be more thrilled. All they needed was a solid reason to drop their father out of their lives. As the years went on they slowly worked him back into their day-to-day routine, but not really. Only for the sake of his grandkids was he in their lives.

It was especially hard living his life knowing his own creations couldn’t stand him just like everyone else, and that was exactly why he couldn’t agree faster to get on a plane to America.

“I officially retired last year, so m’not really doing much these days. Actually, I picked up drawing again if y’could believe it. Haven’t touched a pencil for artistic purposes since... well, since then.” Their heads remained forward, not a single glance made towards one another because it felt easier this way.

Y/N listened intently to the drawl of his voice, engraving the words he spoke deep into her mind, right next to the dusty ones he spoke fifty-five years prior. Everything and anything he’s ever said rests idly on little bookshelves in her brain, collecting dust the longer she takes to go back and hear them over. It was nice to add new additions to her collection. “That sounds lovely, H.”

His heartstrings pulled at the use of his nickname, something only she would call him. He was only Harry to any one, both by his choice and because every one else was too prim to call him something else.

Y/N took notice to how he mentioned nothing of Nancy, and paired that with the fact he wasn’t wearing a wedding band on his most intimate finger. She thinks maybe he did it out of courtesy to not beckon any unwarranted anguish and pain for her sake - because that’s exactly why she didn’t wear hers.

When she went to put her flowers in a vase in the kitchen, she slid her engagement and wedding rings off her finger and set them down gently on the counter, not wanting to clash her two separate lives.

That’s why she had to ask about her. She couldn’t keep going if she didn’t have any sort of answer to her wondering questions that she’s had for the past five decades. “How’s Nancy?” Y/N didn’t care to actually know how she is, she just wanted to know their story.

The leaves above them blew in the suddenly apparent wind, threatening them that what they were about to indulge in was like a storm on the horizon. It was bound to come and impossible to avoid. “Dunno. Haven’t spoken to her in a couple of weeks.”

This opened the door to many unanswered questions in Y/N’s mind, sending her down on spiral of want and need for an explanation that he didn’t seem keen on giving. This closed the most important door, flooding her with relief she didn’t realize she needed to feel just a little less pain sitting next to him.

Not knowing just how to pose her next question, Harry beat her to the punch, halting her thoughts in her tracks. “We’re divorced.”

Divorced. A strange concept. Y/N never imagined divorcing her husband in all of the years they were married. It seemed trivial and time-consuming and led to no greater purpose in her mind. She could either be miserably alone, or miserable with a man by her side. The latter seemed the most comforting.

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“I’m not. We weren’t meant to be,” he chuckled, laughing not because it’s actually funny, but because Y/N knew they weren’t meant to be. It was obvious. “Just meaningless pieces in my parents puzzle.”

Hearing his broken words that he used to rant about all those years ago resurface, Y/N couldn’t help reaching for his hand again, clasping it between both of hers and holding it in her lap. It didn’t matter how many years had passed, because it was certain his parents were still a sore subject. She wanted him to know that she never forgot the hurt they put him through, and that she will always be on his side. Always.

Diverting the attention away from himself, it was Harry’s turn to pour salt into a wound he knew would sting harshly. “Did you uh, ever get married, Rose?”

When Carmella had managed to get his number a couple years after Italy, they kept in contact nearly every week. A lot of the time their topic of conversation would revolve around Y/N, and what ever new information Carmella could relay. One thing he refused to know however, was if she ever got married. He didn’t need to know, nor did he want to. But now, he supposes he does.

“I did. He passed in February.” The 1st. Coincidental, maybe ironic. “He was a good man.”

Silence. It was nice Y/N was able to settle herself with someone deemed to be good. It’s what she deserved. But Harry didn’t want to know anymore.

Silence. They kept their heads forward, but over time Y/N’s head slowly ended up resting on Harry’s shoulder. Their hands stayed latched and their bodies radiated each other’s warmth. Y/N felt cold though. Rehashing their pasts slowly brought them closure, but it in no way healed the pain that rested heavy on her heart. “I wish things could’ve been different for us, Harry.” They deserved different than what they were given. Why do soulmates exist if they can’t be together?

A love like theirs is folklore; unsure if it ever existed, but meant to be told for generations. “We were special don’t you think?”

“We were everything,” Harry murmured, squeezing her hands, then planting a gentle kiss to the crown of her head.

Y/N laughed again at his allusion, but she wasn’t laughing because it was funny, but because it stung like a wasp. Over and over again. “I’ve still got that stupid piece of paper, y’know. Your letter. Saved it all these years because it was all I had.”

The little anger she had left inside of her began to bubble up. Though it didn’t last very long as tears welled in her eyes, just like when she picked up the stupid paper for the first time. Grief stampeded her stomach like a herd of frightened elephants, bruising her deeply as the pain she felt from that day made itself known in the present.

“You didn’t say goodbye. Why didn’t you say goodbye?”

The wind picked up as the clouds in the sky completely covered the sun in forecast, hovering over Harry as a reminder, just in case he didn’t already know the pain he caused.

Pulling Y/N close to his chest, he let her cry, knowing it was best to not say anything at all. She wasn’t legitimately asking why he didn’t, but it felt good to get the question off her chest. So he let her cry, his own tears pricking his waterline, balancing on the edge before tumbling over and down onto his cheeks.

Just when the sun began to come out from its hiding spot, the two subsided their emotions, calming down just like the leaves above their heads. The storm had passed. All that’s left now is the aftermath.

“We don’t get forever, Rose. But we have each other now.”

Something tells them though that despite how many physical years they may have left with one another, they’ll always have forever. The thought rests easy on their minds.

With just a few more minutes of sitting in the grass and simmering, absorbing, melting, the duo decided it was time to get up. They were going to put the past behind them, starting with the fact that maybe they were too old to be sitting in the grass like they used to.

Laughs and giggles were exchanged as they both tried to get to their feet as gracefully as possible without drawing any attention to themselves. They were a heap of giggles and optimism as they retraced their steps back onto the pathway, heading back to his car.

It almost seemed like déjà vu the moment a speedy bicyclist zoomed past Y/N, nearly grazing her left side. She moved out of his way just in the nick of time, but haphazardly fell into Harry’s arms, who always seemed ready to catch her even in the most abrupt of times.

It all happened so fast yet also so slow, running parallel to the moment this exact occurrence happened fifty-five years ago. Their whole day ran parallel to their pasts, so it was only inevitable that that same electricity sparked through their bodies again.

They gazed into each other’s eyes the moment her body felt safe, that same magnet pulling them close enough that their mouths were only a few inches apart. Not a single word was exchanged as their breaths mingled together and their fingers gripped each other forcefully.

Remembering when she told Ellie about their first electric moment, Ellie immediately questioned if the two of them had kissed because it seemed like the perfect moment. Disappointingly, they didn’t.

She would hate to disappoint her granddaughter again.

So, this time they did.

It was the perfect moment, after all.

#artist babies will always be special to me :’)#harry styles blurb #harry styles au #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles fic #harry styles angst #harry styles writing #harry styles #one direction fanfiction

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simplyparker · 2 years

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'Best Friend' by Cavetown

Teaser for up-coming series

Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, talks of sex

Series Masterlist // Masterlist

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"Y/n hey are you decent?" It was Zach, you pause the movie and respond.

"Yeah obviously. Come in," you say, and he walks in.

"Do you ever go home, Parker?" He asks Peter.

"Yes. I do. That's how I get clean clothes to come over in." He says and smiles at his witty response.

"I was going to ask if you guys wanted pizza because I'm going to order some." He says to you and Peter

"Oh yeah, that's fine. Peter and I like supreme," you say to Zach.

"Alright sounds good I'll let you guys know when it's here. Don't do anything stupid." Zach says closing the door when he leaves.

"Why does everyone assume we're fucking?" you ask Peter and he grins.

"We can make their assumptions true." He smirks, and you shove him.

"In your goddamn dreams Parker." You unpause the movie and continue watching.

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For the context of the plot:

Y/n and Peter have been best friends since they were babies. Your mom and his aunt had been best friends from high school to now and live pretty close. (y/n's family lives in a 5 bedroom apartment, that is across the street from Peter's and May's).

Y/n has 4 siblings. Marcus and Zach are 19 and in their freshman year of college (and only hang around on the weekends). They are twins and love to tease y/n and Peter about their being so close. Next is Bailey. She's 18 and in her Senior year of high school. Then there's you, y/n. You are 17. In your Junior year of high school just trying to get through it. Lastly the baby of the family. Elizabeth. She prefers to be called Ellie. She's 13 and in 7th grade.

Your mom, Stephanie, is 36, she had the twins when she was 17. Your dad, Joe, is 37 he was 18 when your mom got pregnant.

Joe, your dad, is deployed in the military, and your mom is an Intellectual Property Lawyers. Even though she had Marcus and Zach at a young age she still went to school and graduated. Then went to law school and become an amazing lawyer. She couldn't have done it if it wasn't for May, Peter's aunt.

She helped take care of the twins and was always there for her. Now 18 years later they are still close friends and live next to each other. May's sister had Peter at the same time Stephanie, had you. Peter's mom, unfortunately, passed during childbirth, and his dad was in a car accident a few months later. They raised you guys together.

ALSO for plot convenience, May and Mary are biological sisters, not Mary and Ben. (Ben isn't really mentioned in this.) (also also this just means May and Mary are sisters and Mary has no idea who Ben is until May and he starts dating, which again isn't mentioned)

This is a y/n. there are no details describing her. BUT I do give her a birthday.

#peter parker #best friends to lovers #teaser #this is going to be a series #marvel #mcu #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker x fem!reader #fluff

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fandom-imagines-stories · 3 years

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Simple Man

Dean Winchester x Reader

Words: 3351

Summary: It was never what he thought he would have. But now Dean doesn’t want to let go.

Notes: I was going to wait and make this a Thanksgiving special, but I thought today would be more fitting. I can’t believe Supernatural ends tonight! This show has been a part of my life for a while now and it will forever stay in my heart. I had a really really good time writing this one. It might be one of my favorites I’ve written for Dean, if not my top pick. I hope you guys enjoy it and look forward to seeing more. Carry on.

Want more Supernatural? Find it HERE

(P.S. thank you to my beta reader @suckmysupernatural. Love you!)

Oh, take your time, don’t live to fast

Troubles will come and they will pass

He had slept through an alarm he didn’t remember setting. It wasn’t until he heard the creaking of the door that he stirred, reaching under his pillow for his knife. But it wasn’t there. Dean panicked as footsteps crept towards him. They were nothing more than a small pitter-patter on the wood floor, but he still prepared himself for the attack. The small creature leapt on top of him and he rolled over so he was pinning it beneath him. It giggled. It giggled?

“Daddy, Mom said she needs you in the kitchen.”

Dean leaned over to the night stand and turned on the lamp. A little green eyed girl squirmed out from underneath him and skipped out of the room.

“The hell…” Dean muttered. He opened the dresser and sure enough, his clothes sat in the drawers. He put on a T-shirt and slowly walked out of the room. The smell of bacon and coffee coaxed him to the kitchen. He couldn’t believe what he saw.

You were standing over the stove, trying to save the bacon from burning. Dean was just frozen in the doorway. Finally spotting him, you made your way over to him, which was difficult with the little boy clinging to your leg.

“Thank God you’re up. I need you to finish making breakfast.” You lifted the boy into your arms. “Eric’s got a fever and Ellie is going to wake up any second needing to be fed.” You gently laid a hand on Eric’s forehead. “I’ll call the doctor as soon as I get him to lay down. But you know how impossible that is.”

“But I’m not tired.” Eric whined.

“I know, sweetie, but you don’t want to get sicker, do you?” He pouted his lip and shook his head. “Alright, so I need you to go back to bed.” You looked back at Dean. “Can you just finish the bacon? I’ll be back to make their toast.”

Before Dean could speak, you rushed up the stairs. As if on queue, a baby started to cry from somewhere upstairs. Dean just stood in shock. What the hell was going on?

As if by second nature, he walked around the kitchen, grabbing a paper towel to let the bacon drain off the grease. It felt almost natural. He somehow knew where everything was, even though he had never been here. Or had he? His brain was fuzzy with thoughts he couldn't remember. He saw images flash in his mind. Sam graduating from Stanford. His parents celebrating their 30th wedding anniversary. You… in a wedding dress.

“Johanna Charlotte Winchester you better be ready for school or your dad’s going to come and get you!” You yelled, coming back into the kitchen, this time a wailing baby in your arms. It wasn’t until now that Dean noticed you were wearing a sheriff’s uniform. You snatched up a piece of bacon and popped it in your mouth. “Thank you.”

You bounced the baby in your arms, trying to calm her down, but she wasn’t having it. The green eyed little girl from early came bounding into the room with her backpack over one shoulder. Ellie continued to bawl.

“Can you hold her? She always stops crying when you hold her.” You handed the squirming child to him and he tried not to panic. You noticed your husband’s awkwardness. “Rough morning?” You snickered. “Here, I’ll make you some coffee.”

As the child in his arms slowly stopped her crying, more memories flooded Dean’s head. You telling him you were pregnant for the first time. Going to the emergency room for the birth of his son. Watching Johanna hold her new baby sister. They all felt like dreams, but then how was this all real?

“I’m feeling a little... off this morning.” He admitted, watching you carefully as if he were waiting for horns to sprout from your forehead. Your face fell.

“Oh god, please don’t tell me you’re sick too.” You put your hand on his forehead. “You’re picking everyone up from the airport today.”

“Everyone?” Dean’s brows furrowed curiously.

“I would go get them, but I’m at the station until five.” You sighed, moving your hand down to caress his cheek. “Besides, you’ve been dying to see your brother since the Fourth of July.”

“Uncle Sam!” Jo exclaimed excitedly.

“Sammy’s coming?” Dean asked. Finally, something familiar. Your face contorted with confusion.

“Of course he’s coming. Jessica and the kids are too. They always help prepare for tomorrow and since your parents will still be out on their cruise, we’ll need all the help we can get.”

“Tomorrow...” He spotted the calendar on the wall, but you answered first.

“Thanksgiving.” You stated. Your confusion changed to concern. “Are you sure you’re okay? Do you want me to stay home?” Jo raised her hand.

“Can I stay home too?”

“Sweetheart, it’s just one more half-day of school before break and then you’ll get to play with your cousins for the rest of the week.” Seeing you start to get stressed, Dean put a hand on your shoulder.

“You go to work. I’m fine.” He assured you. “I’ll hold down the fort and I’ll pick up Sam at- what time again?”

“3:00.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek and smiled. “I know you worked extra last week so you could have the garage closed for Thanksgiving, but I think the fumes might have gone to your head.” You grabbed the keys off the counter. “Oh, and I’ll be taking Baby to work since you’ll need the van to fit everyone.” His look of displeasure made you laugh. “I know, I know, but you’ll have to suck it up for today unless you think the four-year-old can babysit.”

You kiss Ellie on the forehead before giving Dean a quick, but passionate kiss on the lips. You held out your hand for your daughter to take.

“Alright, partner, let’s go.”

The two of you leave and Dean looks down at the baby in his arms. Was this really happening?

Boy don’t you worry, you’ll find yourself

Follow your heart and nothing else

If he was trapped by a djinn, he would have remembered fighting it. This was something else. The more time he spent in the house, the more this world felt real and his hunting life felt like dreams. Maybe… maybe this was real.

He remembered everything now. He had met you in a bar on New Years Eve. You hit it off talking about cars and classic rock. He proposed about two years later outside that same bar during the first snow of the season. You always said the first snow was the best one. You got married and a couple months later found out you were pregnant with Jo. Johanna Charlotte Winchester was born on April 3, 2007. She was seven. Three years later, Eric Samuel was born on November 29th. He was four. Lastly, Ellen Sandra was born six months ago tomorrow on May 27, 2014.

Sammy had a family of his own. He married Jessica right out of law school and the two had two boys; Josh, 8, and Michael, 6. Their families stayed close, even though Sam was in California and Dean in Kansas. They were happy.

If this wasn’t real, how could he remember all that?

3:00 rolled around and Eric’s fever had gone down. He called you to make sure it would be okay to take him along to the airport. You told him that as long as he was feeling okay, it should be fine. The doctor said it sounded like the heat in his room was too high. Dean buckled Eric into his carseat and Ellie in her carrier. While Johanna almost looked like a mini-girl version of him, Eric looked like you. His eyes were yours, along with his hair color and his nose. Ellie looked like a fair mix of both.

Jessica was the first one to greet him since Sam was busy carrying the boys’ bags. He hugged her tight and couldn’t stop beaming.

“It’s so good to see you guys.” He smiled and she gave him a sunny grin in return.

“I know Sam’s been eager to see you and the family for a long time. Of course, I’m only here for the food.” She teased and he pulled her into another hug.

“I can’t believe this.” Dean sighed happily. Sam and Jessica. Him and you. One big happy family.

“Do I get a hug, or are just going to hog my wife?” Sam snarked, setting down the bags as Dean nearly tackled him. Sam laughed, struggling to breathe in his brother’s crushing hug. “I missed you too, Dean.”

“Uncle Sam!” Eric cheered, clinging to Sam’s leg.

“Hey buddy.” Sam smiled, lifting his nephew into his arms. Jessica peaked into the baby carrier Dean had set on the bench.

“Look at how big she’s gotten.” She awed. Ellie was asleep, so she spoke quietly. Jess frowned, finally noticing the two brown haired boys fighting over one of their comics. “Josh, stop pushing your brother.” She scolded.

“He took my comic!” The older of the two retorted. Jessica just gave him a stern look and he surrendered.

“Michael, give it back when you’re done reading.” Sam ruffled his youngest son’s hair. Dean knelt down.

“So are you two tough guys too cool to give your uncle a hug, or what?” He pulled his nephews into a warm embrace. “Are you both taller? You’re taller than the last time I saw you.” Dean pat Josh on the back. “You’re gonna be taller than your dad before you know it.”

“You know, you’d see them more if you flew out to California.” Jessica noted. Dean’s eyes widened. She laughed. “I know, I know, you have a thing about flying.”

“I want to go to California!” Eric exclaimed.

“One of these days, we can go on a roadtrip in Baby to Uncle Sam and Aunt Jessica’s, how does that sound?” Dean promised. Eric nodded, excitedly wriggling in Sam’s arms.

Everyone loaded up into the van, Sam sliding into the passenger seat. Dean had to laugh. This was just so crazy. Here they were, driving in a van packed full of children. Their children. He thought of all of the times Sam sat beside him in the impala, the two weary from a hunt. It felt like a different lifetime. Like a different world. It felt less real.

You’ll find a woman and you’ll find love

And don’t forget son, there is someone up above

Four children ran around the backyard, jumping in leaf piles and chasing each other with sticks. Jo seemed to rule the yard, keeping her older cousin at bay with her stubborn persistence. Dean smiled proudly.

“She’s quite the pistol.” Jessica noted with a laugh, jutting her head towards Johanna. She was sitting beside you, bouncing her baby niece in her arms.

“I wonder where she gets that from.” You gave your husband a smirk. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“I love you so much.” He whispered. The tone in his voice made you glance up at him. He was watching you with intensity in his eyes. So much love and yet… there was pain there.

“I love you too.” You laced your fingers with his, your concern evident in your voice. “Dean, are you okay? You’ve been acting a little weird all day.” You spoke quietly so you wouldn’t worry your brother-in-law. Your husband gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

“I’m fine, really. I’m just…” Dean felt an overwhelming wave of emotion and choked back tears. “Really happy.” He lifted your chin up, bringing your lips to his. Everything was perfect, right down to the way your lips fit perfectly against his. He knew, without a doubt, that this was real.

Soon it was time to put the kids to bed. Sam’s boys slept on the pull-out couch in the basement. Eric was exhausted from a day of excitement, as well as his baby sister. Dean was charged with the task of putting a rambunctious Johanna to bed.

“I want to stay up and drink beer like a big kid.” She pouted, making the adults in the room chuckle. Dean crouched down and picked her up.

“Alright, here’s the deal. I promise that when you’re a big kid like me and your mom, then you can stay up and have a drink with us. But until then, you’re gonna be my little deputy right?” He tapped the golden plastic badge that she never took off. Jo grinned from ear to ear and nodded. Humming a Bob Segar tune, he took her upstairs to her room and tucked her into bed.

When he came back down stairs, his brother and the two women were smirking at him.

“What?” You and Jessica exchanged a look and burst out laughing. “Come on, what?”

“That girl has you wrapped around her finger, Dean.” Jessica snickered. You took a sip of your beer.

“Oh, he’s like that with Ellie, too. He dotes on them like you wouldn’t believe. One little pout from Johanna and he melts.” You couldn’t help but beam at your husband. You loved the way he was with the kids.

“I got her in bed, didn’t I?” Dean huffed, taking his seat beside you and resting a hand on your knee. Sam shook his head.

“It’s all in the looks, brother. You may think you’ve one this round, but I saw the look in Jo’s eyes.” Sam gave his brother a sure nod. “She knows where she stands.”

“At least I’ve got Eric,” You sighed teasingly. “He’s a mama's boy, through and through.”

You curled up beside Dean, comfortable in his warmth. He kissed the top of your head.

The hours passed with plenty of laughter and love. Soon, it was getting close to 11:00 and you wanted to get plenty of rest for the busy day tomorrow. Everyone would be helping prepare the massive Thanksgiving meal that the Winchesters made every year. Sam and Jessica said goodnight and headed to the guest room while you and Dean made your way upstairs.

You reached your rooms and Dean’s hands found your waist, his lips trailing up your shoulder to your neck. You leaned back into his embrace, bringing your hand up to tangle your fingers in his golden-brown hair. His hands started to wander and you sighed mournfully.

“Baby, we both have to be up in the morning.” You groaned, breaking away from him. When you turned around, he was pouting, his green eyes big and sad. So that’s where Johanna got it. He was just so impossible to resist, but if you didn’t go to bed now, you’d be exhausted before dinner even started. You draped your arms around his neck. “I’ll tell you what; how about we get a good night’s sleep tonight…” you pulled him close and whispered into his ear, “and I’ll give you something to be really thankful for tomorrow.”

Dean’s eyes widened and his smirk spread into a smile.

“Mrs. Winchester, we have a deal.” He loved the way that sounded coming from his lips. Mrs. Winchester.

You gave him a long and passionate goodnight kiss before changing into your pajamas and climbing into bed.

It must have been around 12:30 when the baby started crying. The baby monitor was on your nightstand, so you were awakened by the sound first. Dean moved to get up, but you stopped him.

“I’ll get her.” You sleepily shuffled out of the bedroom. Reaching the hall, you muttered something that your half-asleep husband only half comprehended. Something about the electricity acting up again.

The crying continued and you didn’t return. Dean yawned, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes and got out of bed. He slowly made his way down the hallway to the nursery. The door was ajar and the lamp had been turned on. You must have gone downstairs to get her a bottle.

Dean picked up his crying daughter, rocking her soothingly in his arms. She wailed and wailed until she heard his voice.

“Alright, sweetheart. It’s alright. Daddy’s got you.” He hushed. After a moment of rocking and soft whispers, Ellie started to settle down. As soon as her cries reduced to the occasional sniff, Dean set her back in her cradle. “That’s it. You’re going to be just fine. I’m not gonna let anything hurt you.”

Smiling down at his beautiful baby girl, Dean felt something on the back of his neck. When he touched it, his hand came away red. He froze, and as if his body went into auto pilot, he turned around. At first he couldn’t scream. He just stared.

Your mouth gaped at him, your eyes filled with terror and pain as the blood spread out from your stomach. Ellie started to cry again.

“No!” Dean screamed. That’s when the fire started.

And that’s when he woke up.

And be a simple kind of man

Oh, be something you love and understand

Dean sat straight up, sweat soaking through his t-shirt, his scream still on his lips. The cool air of the bunker made him shiver. He couldn’t breathe. He heaved and coughed as if the smoke really filled his lungs. A sudden hand on his shoulder made him jump out of the bed and flatten himself against the wall, holding out his fists to fight.

“Dean?” You rose slowly, walking towards him cautiously. “It’s okay. It was just a dream. You’re okay.”

He just stared at you, taking in every feature. You watched his eyes fill with tears and his chin tremble as he tried to speak. Nothing came out, just a strangled sounding cry. Dean fell to his knees and you rushed to hold him. Whatever it was, it wasn’t just a nightmare.

Dean wrapped his arms around your middle and leaned his head against your stomach as you soothingly ran your fingers through his hair. He didn’t make any sound as he cried, but the tears fell endlessly down his face. He was shaking in your arms.

“Dean, honey, what’s wrong? You’re scaring me.” You whispered. This wasn’t the first time that he’d woken suddenly from a dream, but it had never been like this.

You told him that you were pregnant today. He seemed happy. Shocked, but happy. But now? Whatever was going through his head was breaking him. You sunk down in front of him so you could hold him fully, letting him cry into your shoulder.

“I’m sorry.” He finally choked out. “I’m sorry that this is all I can give you. I’m sorry that we don’t have a big house full of kids. That Sam has lost any chance at happiness. That we can never have a normal life.” You pushed back.

“Baby, what are you talking about?”

“I’m sorry that this baby is going to grow up haunted and broken… just like me.” His voice cracked. You put a hand on his cheek.

“Dean…” You pressed your forehead against his, feeling your own tears start to fall. “This baby is going to be loved and wanted and cherished, just like you.” You kissed him gently, reminding him of your adoration of this hero of a man.

Dean held you closer, letting your words sink into his heart. He wanted to believe it. He wanted more than anything to believe it. Even in his beautiful dream, you ended up burned and bloody. Even in his dream, he was broken.

But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try. He would try like hell to give you a life as close to perfect as he could manage. Maybe that meant hunting together until you went down guns blazing. Maybe that meant settling down, someday, somewhere. He would try.

Baby be a simple kind of man

Oh, won’t you do this for me, son, if you can

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