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flanaganfilm · 2 years

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hi mike, saw someone say your ask box was open and i came running! have you ever had any ideas as to how the crain family would be getting on now a few years later/what they're doing? it's always in the back of my mind wondering if creators also wonder about those sort of things themselves once their project has ended. thanks so much & hope you have a great day!

I do think about that. Quite a lot, actually.

The Crains took on lives of their own for me. I'd never written long form before, so it was the first time I lived with the same characters for that long, and for such extended arcs. Here's where I think they are, a few years later:

Shirley: I think that Shirley and her husband overcame her disclosure of infidelity. She'd been closed off for so long, after the series ended I think she found some peace in her life and opened herself up to her marriage. I think she also began to find kindness again. They ran the funeral home together, but Shirley found purpose in helping people handle grief and loss with empathy and kindness. Her oldest would be just about ready to start college now, and I think that would have her looking back and realizing that she always remembered her childhood as seemingly endless... but now she sees just how fast it truly goes by.

Luke: Luke stayed sober. He's six years into it now, and it's gone so well that he's also become a sponsor. That doesn't mean he's immune to the struggle, far from it. He still walks up to that edge sometimes. Oddly, it's in those moments that the "Twin Thing" kicks in... and he feels an inexplicable and complete sense of love. He knows that's Nell's, and that always pulls him back from the brink. He never did find Joey, or find out what happened to her. And sometimes he still wakes up with nightmares that he's on the floor of the Red Room, or that Joey visits him with her runny-egg eyes. But no matter how hard it gets, he feels what Nell feels for him... and that always pulls him through.

Theo: Theo and Trish got married, and moved far away from New England. They currently live in Portland. She still works with children, but enjoys a much smaller patient pool. She specializes in the kids who are hardest to reach, and she's sought after for her unique and uncanny ability to connect with them. She doesn't wear gloves anymore, but she still avoids the very crowded places. She and Trish take long hikes, grow their own pot, and travel frequently and spontaneously. They're considering a surrogate... and if it's a girl, they're going to name her Eleanor.

Steven: Steve and Leigh have two kids, and are thinking they might stop there. He never wrote about what happened at Hill House, but he still writes. Science fiction. Leigh recommended the genre as a way for him to focus on the future, not the past. He likes it a lot. It's pulpy, but it's earnest. He maintains Hill House, as it is his responsibility, but he doesn't enter the property beyond the gates. He has a rotating collection of people service the property itself, always during the day, and only for a few hours at a time.

Hill House stands quietly and silently in the hills. There is something different about it. Still the same energy, but without the malice. Steve assumes this is because of Hugh, Nellie and Olivia, who maybe curb the most malicious energies of the house from within. While shadows still walk in the windows at night, there are no living souls there to see them. Mostly, Steven imagines the spirits inside spend most of their days sleeping. And if they cannot sleep, he imagines Mrs. Dudley singing softly to them on the wind.

There is grief, for all of them. There are nightmares. Horrible dreams of moldy rooms and phantom hands. They meet twice a year, usually without spouses, to catch up and raise a glass to Nell, and their parents. There is a lot of healing still to do, a lot of therapy, a lot of introspection. But there is peace, too. There is love. There is forgiveness.

#the haunting of hill house #does this count as fanfic?#epilogue

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giveamadeuschohisownmovie · 3 months

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(For the sake of this poll, please disregard any canon relationships if they exist. In this alternate universe, everyone is single and ready to mingle. Or, if you want, imagine that you ARE the canon love interest)

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evainedarling · 1 year

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The Coquette - Evaine Darling.

pinterest. playlist (tbd).

CHARACTER INSPO: Allie Hamilton (the notebook), Psyche (greek mythology), Nell Crain (hohh) Wanda Maximoff (marvel), Ada Shelby (peaky blinders)

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Narcissistic parenting, missing persons, gambling addiction, injury, hospitalization, affair, divorce

FULL NAME: Evaine Cerelia Darling

Name pronunciation: EE-vayn S-eh-r-ee-l-ee-uh

NICKNAMES: Eve, Eva, V

AGE: 35

BIRTHDATE: March 8th, 1988, 12 P.M noon

ZODIAC: Pisces sun, Scorpio moon, Cancer rising

HOMETOWN: Brooklyn, NYC

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Providence Peak, Colorado

NEIGHBORHOOD: Downtown

OCCUPATION: Retired ballerina/Dance teacher

MBTI: INFP- T

ENNEAGRAM: 4w5 - the free spirit

ALIGNMENT: Chaotic good

TEMPERAMENT: Sanguine

+ intuitive, imaginative, curious, idealistic, affectionate, passionate, dedicated, opinionated

- sensitive, escapist, sensitive, avoidant, flighty, competitive, obstinate, moody

ABOUT

Evaine, fondly referred to as Eve and variations of the sort was born into a life that, on paper, was utterly charmed. Frosted in diamonds and swaddled in silk, she was born into the immense privilege of a family whose wealth and influence spread worldwide. However, that was only surface deep, and her family was far from the prestigious image the world knew them as. Her mother was a member of a family who got their start during the guilder age. With the likes of the Rockefeller family, the Darlings kept their wealth, cemented them into generational wealth that offered them plenty of opportunity.

However, wealth did not save you from the human condition, and Margot Darling was a young woman ambitious and driven and thwarted by love when she ended up pregnant by a flake of a man who did little to raise their twin daughters. She was forced into the role of a single mother, and despite loving her daughters, resentment always festered between them—a push and a pull that had some ugly ends. Eve was not always aware of this; she admired her mother, craved her praise, and would have done nearly anything for it. Until she came to realize that good or bad, it didn’t matter, the attention was fleeting, and for Evaine, it felt as if her mother never quite knew her but instead attempted to impose the version of the daughter she wanted onto her.

Eve was too much like her father, a rebellious and soft-hearted, free spirit who wore her heart on her sleeve. She flourished naturally charming, easily fitting in anywhere and everywhere, at least on the outside. However, inside, Eve was restless, longing for more than what she was handed. She wanted adventure, to live and love, so she traveled and did so often. Perhaps she was chasing something, maybe the love of her mother that was often transactional, getting more motherly love from the nanny who was always there. Or perhaps she was searching for the whirlwind father who existed in her life in inconsistent albeit predictable ways.

Despite her father's unreliability and host of problems, which Margot consistently and loudly expressed, Eve, made excuses for him. He was a poet, a dreamer, a wanderer who belonged to the world. But, unfortunately, looking at him through the tint of rose-colored glasses was more manageable than admitting the truth. Hugo was an addict with gambling debts that had drained his trust fund. He broke Eve’s heart; still, she held out hope for him to be the father she so desperately wanted him to be. But in reality, her good memories of him were fuzzy whisps of moments that were all too fleeting. If asked, her most prominent memory of her father would be the one when she was barely fourteen and begged him to attend her first real ballet, only to have him show up intoxicated and needing to be seen out. Or the time just a year later, she’d not seen him in nearly as long, and he had come to see her only for her to let him into the safe under pretenses…her mother never saw those jewels again.

Despite her family's turbulent drama, Evaine was well on her way to becoming something great and lived a rich life outside of her home and was even accepted into the Julliard School of Dance! College was the start of something promising for young Evaine. She met a man who enthralled her modeling for an art course and countless other people who swept her up and gave her a million different hopes and loves. The most notable thing about Eve was how she could love so many people and never once feel like any love was the same. Platonic romantics, she lived for it in the significant absence of it from her parents. She made it a priority, for better or worse.

After leaving school, she entered NYC ballet, where a whirlwind romance had her in a short-lived, passionate marriage. As vibrant as it was, it was just as stained, coming to a sudden end after an injury halted her career and put further strain on their relationship. It ended after just under a year when she learned about his affair. Without a place in the ballet, newly divorced and unsure of what to do with herself, Eve bounced from place to place without a home to call hers. By twenty-four, Eve was living in Europe, a muse to young artists that soothed her wayward soul. It was a distraction from the aimlessness she was feeling after so much change so quickly.

For years Eve attempted to find herself, but in her journey, she lost so much leaving pieces of herself behind in all the places and people she had loved so wholly. Finally, after long-running, she was nearly ready to reestablish herself and decided to take one last trip with her twin over Europe. At the end of their journey, Eve stayed in to rest despite her sister's insistence they go out together. It would be the last time she’d ever see the person who knew her best in the whole world. They were gone in the night, and the police had no leads. Only speculation led to more dead ends. Returning home without them became impossible; nothing felt right without them, and Evaine became absorbed with what had happened to them and could not move on; she was stuck in time, and everyone else moved forward.

In 2021 Evaine decided she had to retake the trip to find maybe something or anything. She feared it was pointless only opening old wounds when a layover landed her in Colorado, and she was presented with an opportunity she didn’t know she needed. A chance to start over. A place where she could escape her guilt over her sister’s disappearance. Since then, she called Providence Peak home, and just as she started to find roots there, her world nearly collapsed out from under her. Her father was in the hospital on life support, with the prognosis looking grim. She needed to return and did so instantly without much warning. His gambling debts had caught up to him, and while she and he both knew who was responsible, he would not press charges. Evaine could only put the pieces of him back together and beg him to start a program. It took a few months, but once things were right again, Evaine returned to providence peak, more determined than before to put her life in motion. She finally opened a dance studio where she rediscovered an old lost love she thought was taken from her forever by sharing her knowledge of dance with all age groups who want lessons.

QUICK FACTS

Eve typically wears a ton of jewelry. However, she stopped wearing it after having to pawn it to cover one of her father's gambling debts. She’s not told anyone about this and still feels guilty.

Eve adopted a dog that is always with her. His name is Honey.

TIMELINE -

TBD

FAMILY

TBD

#intro #gambling tw #missing persons tw #narcissistic parent tw #injury tw #hospitalization tw #affair tw #divorce tw #about #ppintro #providence.intro

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merrilark · 1 year

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Thinking about Klaus Hargreeves and Luke Crain again, and how much I would love to read a fic where they meet in rehab.

Can you imagine how relieved and terrified Luke would be to know that Klaus can see the Bowler Hat Man? He'd finally know he isn't crazy. That thing IS haunting him.

Alternatively, Klaus meeting someone who can see at least one ghost? Who understands the way that feels to be haunted?

Not to mention the family issues. What it feels like for almost all your siblings to distrust you (and what if feels like for one, Diego and Nell, to hang with you even when they probably shouldn't trust you, and the guilt that comes with feeling like you've failed them).

I just love these two. They have so much in common and I want to smush them together.

#its luke crain loving hours again #merri mumbles

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destage-arch · 2 years

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CAST ( IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE ) , BATFALL IN THE ROLE OF BRUCE WAYNE , DESTAGE IN THE ROLE OF ELEANOR ‘NELL’ CRAIN . KENNA FORGOT THE MEME , ❛ I LOVE WATCHING YOU WORK. ❜

most days, she makes an effort to float under the radar, relies on headphones playing old songs that keep her in the sunlight of the kitchen, keep her mind from wandering too deep into a house with corridors that look like jaws, doesn’t show them that her body is there but her mind is somewhere else. she’s aware of the eyes on her, had hoped that three months in would be enough time for her name to stop sounding in halls when they whisper it, to stop mingling with the ghosts that haunt her and sounding like a eulogy. sometimes she imagines they pretend to speak to her to sound interesting, that when they call home they say they spoke to the crazy crain girl, the one with her family history spread out across tabloids and podcasts and she’s sure there was talk of a tv show once. sometimes, even knowing that, she wishes they would speak to her anyway, give her a break from the endless loneliness of her own thoughts. it’s okay. she never thinks of anything to say either. it’s been twenty - eight minutes and six pages of the text book since she came in, settled deep into a chair sipping at lukewarm coffee and when he speaks she takes a moment to register that the words have fallen in her direction, that the shadow on the page is a body by her own. there are doe’s eyes that look up towards him, calling rose - shades to her cheeks that almost make her look less pale, a smile forming towards the first person to speak her way that day, wondering if he’s another mirage, or wishful thinking. she’s not sure if they’re friends, not really sure if she’s said more than ten words to him, but she allows the light to hit her cheeks and thinks he might be the closest thing she has, like an almost that lingers there and she likes the way it warms her bones, likes the honey - hope of it, likes to imagine he knows her name and doesn’t mind the haunting. ❛ i think there was a seminar in week one about walking away from people who say weird things to you. ❜ her voice scratches from under use but she laughs a little, allows it to fall out like the breeze, passing quickly. ❛ do you want to sit? ❜ / @batfall

#college au. college au. college au.#my love for you.#( ... ) BATFALL — BRUCE WAYNE #( ... ) WR. — ELEANOR CRAIN.

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herithage · 2 years

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Entry No. 38: I need to forgive my feelings

September 3rd, 2022

They're just feelings, after all. I can't help them. I also need to forgive myself for feeling those feelings. I thought of that while I pondered my issues with my parents. The main issue is, I don't think I should have issues with my mother. She supports me. She loves me. She accepts me. I am the problem. Well, my feelings are. Who wants to feel neglected, abused, abandoned, or hurt, right? I can't help my resentment. I can't help my fears. My mother loves me, but I am a wounded child. Still.

I think about Haunting of Hill House a lot. It's probably my favorite series ever. I want so badly to write something like it. "What if the kids in horror movies grew up?" Hill House says, they grow up to be messed up adults. I love stories of trauma. I've been thinking of Nellie a lot. How she inherited her mother's suicide. I've used that concept in one of my poems. I think suicide is inherited or contagious. At its core, Hill House is a story of intergenerational trauma. I love the Crain kids. They are so messed up in their own little ways. I love thinking about their relationships with their mother. Steven the eldest who witnessed his mother's downward spiral, who realized he and his father were leaving Olivia in the house too. Imagine how that felt after his mother's suicide. His fear of succumbing to the ghosts of mental illness is so real to me. He thinks his father is the real spectral presence in the family—how he did and said nothing. He is so afraid of becoming like them, don't you see? Like his parents. He tries so badly to be different, to break generational curses. I feel so much for him. I love Shirley's anger. I love her guilt. I am perhaps most kinning to her. I think Shirley inherits more from their father than the mother. She wants to be the fixer. She doesn't say or express shit. She's just angry. A part of me wishes she (or one of the kids) was angry at the mother as well. I can see her resenting her mother for choosing death over them. It's one of those feelings that we don't normally publicize as human beings, but we truly feel. Theodora the walled-up mediator. She distances herself from everything that it turns her numb after touching Nell's body. I love, love her desparation to feel something from Nell. True bargaining. "Please, please, I just want to see something from her this once please please". Luke and the horrors that still follow him. Abigail's death. Ghosts. Nightmares. Suicides. Who wouldn't do drugs after all that shit? Lastly, Nellie. The one I said inherited her mother's suicide. When I think of killing myself, I think of my brother. I don't want the chances to be higher for him. Nellie's mother literally tried to kill her and Luke. That alone would be enough reason for most people to end everything. But Nellie was so good. She was sweet. She tried. She tried. No one picked up. No one believed. Suicide is terrifying. I don't want to miss any calls. I don't want to leave anyone on read. I can't regret anything when someone kills themself.

I'm scared of death. I'm scared of ghosts I cannot ever face. I'm scared of my feelings towards my mother and father. I'm scared of being alone.

My favorite song this week is Haunted House by Florence + The Machine. My heart is like a haunted house. I am not free at all. We never escape our ghosts. We don't get saved by the priest or the cops. We just learn to live and cope with their spectral presence hanging in our hearts. We are not free at all.

#doomed diary

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imaginesbymk · 3 years

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[x] REQUESTED BY @myriadimagines

THEO held a tight grip on your arm when she pulled you aside. “Okay,” your face drops when she crossed her arms in front of you, shooting you a glare. “What’s up? When someone frowns at a wedding, it’s never good.”

Right when your mouth gaped to tell her what was wrong, you saw at the corner of your eye the problem itself; Nell’s happiness outshined everyone - other than her wedding dress, and she slowed danced with Arthur like no one else was in the room with them. “Theo,” you turned back to Nell’s older sister. “You can’t-”

“Don’t,” Theo shook her head, already knowing the answer to her question in the first place without having you saying it out loud. “Don’t worry about it.”

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myriadimagines · 3 years

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[gif] // requester: anonymous // request here

IMAGINE: BEING NELL’S FRIEND FROM HIGH SCHOOL, AND HAVING A CRUSH ON THEO.

“You have a crush on Theo, don’t you?” Nell teases, a smile sneaking onto your friend’s face as you can feel your face getting hot. Nell lets out a delighted laugh, and she eagerly grips your arm to give you a little shake. “Oh my God, you totally do! You should ask her out!”

“Are you kidding me?” you splutter, shaking your head. “I don’t even know if she—”

As if on cue, you and Nell quickly clammer up as Theo walks into the room, suspiciously looking between the two of you before asking, “What?”

“Nothing.” Nell chirps, and she shoots you a look, silently encouraging you to say something. You shoot her a look back, before nervously gulping as you turn back to Theo.

“You... you look really nice tonight, Theo.” you manage to stammer out the compliment, and Theo blinks at you in surprise.

“Oh. Thanks, y/n,” Theo grins at you, before turning to leave you and Nell alone, and the two of you dissolve into laughter as Nell excitedly squeezes your arm.

#the haunting imagine #thohh imagine #nell crain imagine #theo crain imagine #the haunting #the haunting gif #thohh #thohh gif #nell crain #nell crain gif #theo crain #theo crain gif #gif imagine #imagine #imagines #reader insert

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mybeautifulbeautifuleternal · 3 years

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Huffing in frustration, you continued to paw through your closet. You had put off your vacation packing longer than you should have and now you were trying to get everything you needed together in a timely manner. Most everything was going okay but for the life of you, you couldn’t find your favorite shirt. It was your lucky shirt and you didn’t go anywhere without it. You were wearing it at all the best moments in your life, including on the day that you met the love of your life and on the day that you proposed. Now you might be going on a simple vacation but you didn’t want to break a good streak.

However, you had looked through every spot you could think of where you might have placed it and it was nowhere to be found. You were doing one last sweep of your drawers when you heard your wife, Nellie, enter your bedroom.

You leaned away from your spot hunching over to look at her, “Hey sweetheart, have you seen- is that my shirt?”

“You mean our shirt?” Nellie threw herself on the bed with one of the smuggest grins you had ever seen on her face. When you frowned playfully at her, she just blew you a kiss. You shook your head in mock sorrow while closing the drawers.

“I’ve been looking for that shirt all day and you’ve been hogging it for yourself? Who do you think you are?” As you were talking, you were making your way towards her. When you finally made your way to lean over her, Nellie pulled you down on top of her.

“Oh, I don’t know? Your wife? We had this big event all about that the other day. Our families and friends all gathered for it. In fact, I seem to remember your promising the world that what’s yours is also mine. Do you remember that?” You had to hide your smile in the curve of her shoulder, absolutely sure it was beyond ridiculous. How could it not be though? Nellie reminding you that you were married to her — the most wonderful, amazing, beautiful, funny, gorgeous girl ever — would always make you smile.

“Oh, I remember that alright. But that doesn’t include this particular shirt,” you tugged on it to make your point. “This is my lucky shirt.”

She pouted up at you, her eyes going big and watery, “But I thought I was your lucky charm?”

You remained silent in reproach. You continued to stare at her, certain that the moment you looked away you would lose. On the other hand, continuing to stare at her was also proving to be your downfall. Since the day that you had met her, you’d been a sucker for her eyes. They were the first things that you’d seen when you saw her and they had you hooked ever since.

Her eyes got bigger and even more watery.

“...you’re an absolute monster, you know that right? And those eyes of yours? Weapons. Honestly, you need to register those things. Are they even legal for you to use?” As you finally surrendered to the inevitable, her look transformed from sad and morose to her usual look of beaming sunshine.

You were sure that your face would have gone on the same type of journey if it ever changed from its complete adoration of her in the first place. It was your standard expression nowadays.

“Your monster though, right?”

You tapped your wedding rings together, “Always. Now come on. We need to leave soon if we’re gonna make our flight.”

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flanaganfilm · 11 months

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after a recent rewatch of hill house, i realized one of my favorite moments is olivia and nellie embracing hugh in the red room, and the look olivia gives to steve. her clear dissatisfaction with the outcome of her decades long plan to get her kids back in that house is illustrated so well by just that look. do you think, just theoretically and not like "write a sequel" because everything that needed to be said was said, but theoretically do you think liv would someday try again? or would hugh and nell be powerful enough to stop her forever? i assume there are enough craine allies in the house now, (dudley fam, hugh, nell, and the neutral ghosts from before that didn't seem to have issues with the craines), but the house itself is the last and most powerful villain in that universe- could olivia ever get her chance again?

I leave that to the audience - my feeling was that I had told the Crain story as far as I could, and it had resolved to my satisfaction. I loved those characters so much, and I wanted to leave them (those who were left, anyway) to their private fates. I also love that look that Carla gives, it made me grin on set when she did it and I thought it left the door just wide enough to ignite the question in people's imagination. I think the answer is entirely up to you - that story belongs to the audience now, and I had felt that those characters had earned their privacy. I was grateful that the studios didn't put more pressure on me to continue their stories, and instead allowed us to tell a whole new story with Bly Manor rather than try to force a followup with Hill House.

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blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms · 4 years

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Couple- Nell Crain

Pairing: Nell Crain x Reader

Characters: Nell Crain

Warnings: Mentions of Bereavement

Request: Anon- request for nell (haunting of hill house), helping her move on after Arthur's death?

Word Count: 521

Author: Charlotte

When your wife died, you never thought that you would ever be able to be happy again, but time was a good healer. You had been advised to go to group therapy for people who had experienced bereavement and that was where you had met Nell who had recently lost her husband, Arthur. You were roughly the same age and had lost your spouses nearly at the same time, so you were drawn to one another at once. You were able to help support each other and offer each other an ear to listen to all the sorrow that built up within your hearts.

You had started to meet up outside of the group therapies to go out for coffee and ended up moving in with each other to share the bills of running a home and be there to understand the pain you both felt. It was a good situation for you both, having a new roommate and Nell appreciated having someone be there to help her through her night terrors and try to support her when she was at her lowest.

It had been a year of living as roommates but if anyone on the outside looked in, they would have assumed you were a married couple due to the way you lived. For convenience, you had started to share a bed, so that you could be there when her night terrors became bad and she could assist you if you couldn’t sleep through your tears. It was just a matter of time that you had started having feelings for her, and maybe living like a couple didn’t help the matter but now you needed to admit to her. You knew it could ruin your friendship, but you couldn’t live a lie; you had experienced enough heartache for a lifetime.

“Nell, can I talk to you?” You questioned as you walked into the living room.

“Of course,” she said looking a little confused, making her way over to sit down next to you.

You took a deep breath, knowing this was going to shake everything that you had come so fond of.

“I have grown fond of you,” you stated, even though it was a little cryptic. “We’ve lived like a couple for so long, it has made me like you as though we were in one. I understand if you want me to move out or never see me, but I couldn’t be dishonest with you.”

Nell smiled fondly at you, biting her lower lip. “I was waiting to find the perfect time to tell you that I felt that way too.”

Your eyes lit up. You didn’t expect her to feel the same, but you certainly weren’t sad about it, you were completely the opposite.

“Really?” You croaked, it still not feeling real.

“Well we already act like a couple, I guess we are just making it official.”

She leaned in gently to press her lips to your cheek, both of you glad to find someone who understood the pain and trauma that would always stay within you, no matter the love you felt for one another.

#Couple #Anon #Request #Nell Crain #Nell Crain Imagine #Nell Crain One Shot #Eleanor Crain #Eleanor Crain Imagine #Eleanor Crain One Shot #The Haunting of Hill House #The Haunting of Hill House Imagine #The Haunting of Hill House One Shot #THOHH Imagine #THOHH One Shot #THOHH #Charlotte

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onegayastronaut · 5 years

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Being the Youngest Crain Sibling Would Include...

Requested by anon: Hello could you write headcanons for being the youngest Crain sibling? Xx

All of your siblings are overprotective in their own way

Luke has always never hesitated to take care of you, despite his own problems

He will always try to be there for you, no matter what

Nell will always listen to you and always tries to comfort you

She’s the sibling that never forgets birthdays or important events

Theo uses her psychology degree and her abilities to know how you’re feeling

Even though she often comes off as harsh, you know she has your best intentions at heart

Shirley has always tried to help you organize your life

She helps you come up with different ideas and solutions to your problems

Steve has always be distant, but you know he loves you in his own way

He’ll slide a check to you every month, and the two of you have coffee in silence

They are all so overprotective (especially Shirley) it’s ridiculous

You have the least emotional damage out of all the Crain siblings, and they make sure to keep you as innocent as possible

They are fond of you, even though they might not say so (Theo always reminds you of the most embarrassing stories from childhood)

Helping Nell and Luke with their issues

Knowing that you can count on all five of your siblings if you need them

#the haunting of hill house #the haunting of hill house x reader #the haunting of hill house imagine #nell crain #nell crain x reader #nell crain imagine #theo crain #theo crain x reader #theo crain imagine #shirley crain #shirley crain x reader #shirley crain imagine #luke crain #luke crain x reader #luke crain imagine

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imagineaworlds · 6 years

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Home -- Eleanor Crain

Written By: @bright-alie

Request: “hello! i was hoping to request a nell x male!reader where they met when the crain kids moved in with their aunt and had a friends-to-lovers situation. when nell sets off for hill house, the reader freaks trying to get her back because she told him everything about her past there. up to you whether it has an angsty, to-canon ending or a not-so-canon fluffy one. also, if you don’t write for male readers, gender-neutral or female work just fine!! thank you so much!!”

Warnings: Angst.

Pairing: Nell Crain x Reader

Word Count: 416

Listen To: Heavenly Day by Patty Griffin

“Pick up the phone, Nell…” I said anxiously as I dialed her number. “Please, Nell.” My heart was thumping in my chest. “Shit,” I cursed as it went to voicemail again. “Think, [y/n], think.” Her dad, Nell still talked to her dad. If anyone knew where she was, it would be him. It didn’t matter that it was about midnight, Nell wasn’t picking up. I knew I shouldn’t have gone on that business trip.

“[y/n]?” Hugh questioned.

I let out a large sigh of relief, “Hugh, do you know where Nell is? Is she with you?”

Hugh stuttered, “Uh, no. I’m sorry, I haven’t heard from her since her letter arrived last week.” In an instant, I was off of the couch, grabbing my stuff, and running out of the house. “She isn’t at home… with you?”

It sounded accusatory, though I knew he didn’t mean it. But in my worry and panic, I lashed out at him, “No, Hugh. I was gone all week at a business convention. I called every night and she sounded fine, but I got home and she was gone. Who knows how long she’s been—” And then my phone started buzzing with another call. I looked at the caller ID and saw Nellie’s name. “Hugh, it’s her, I gotta go.” I quickly hung up and answered Nell’s call. “Nell? Thank god, where are you?”

There was a silence on the line, but I could hear Nell’s unsteady breath. “Hi,” she whispered.

“Where are you, babe?”

Another long break of silence until she said, “I’m with my dad… I’m at home.”

Something snapped within me.All those years growing up with the crazy Crain kids living across the street from me, they always talked about Hill House. When Nell and I started going out, she told me more about Hill House, about the Bent Neck Lady. Then, when we moved out to LA, I would ask about it, and she said the nightmares were gone— that she didn’t think about home anymore.

Knowing she wasn’t with her dad was what gave her away. And I knew something was wrong. “Nell…” I uttered calmly, “Can you tell me something?” She hummed in agreement. “Is the Bent Neck Lady back?” Another hum. “I’m coming, Nell. You need to stay wherever you are while I come to get you, okay?”

“Okay,” she said plainly. “I love you, babe.”

“I love you, too. I’m coming, Nell. I’ll see you soon. I love you.”

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It has to be seven. That keeps you safe.

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Imagine This - Hold Onto Me

Anonymous asked:

Would you write a Nell x reader (from Haunting of Hill House) where she has sleep paralysis again and the reader wakes up and comforts her? If you don't want to write for her that's totally fine <3

You x Nell (Eleanor Crain - Victoria Pedretti)

Hurt/Comfort

Summary: You are married to Nell and there are no ghosts (it is actually mental illness) and you don’t die and neither does she because I need to have one version where Victoria Pedretti’s character is Queer and LIVES!

TW: Sleep Paralysis, depression, anxiety, bipolar depression.

Here is the title song: Hold Onto Me by Mayday Parade

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AN: I love Nell so much thank you for the request! <3 Victoria Pedretti stole my whole heart with that character! I need one of her characters to fucking live and survive a series seriously Netflix just keeps making me watch her die and I am not okay.

Word Count: 1,524

Imagine This:

It has been a long stressful week of moving across the country to California with your wife Eleanor. Change has never been easy for Eleanor or yourself. The changes to your routines and life, in general, have caused major problems. You are both struggling with your mental health.

You both have worked really hard to get an almost flawless system down of different routines that help both of your mental health. You were diagnosed with bipolar depression when you were 6 years old. You grew up learning all about psychology and that passion never died as you went to college and earned your doctorates in psychology. You had never once been more grateful for your mental illness than the day you met Eleanor at a sleep study. Where you learned that she struggled with anxiety, depression, and sleep paralysis. Now here you both are happily married and starting fresh in California.

This week of unpacking and settling into the new apartment in California had been exhausting. Eleanor has had more episodes of sleep paralysis than you have ever experienced with her before. You both have barely slept at all this week.

You are sitting at the small dining room table with case study paperwork spread all around you. Your eyes are heavy and keep falling closed as you lean on your hands. You keep reading the same line over and over, your brain is not awake and you honestly can’t comprehend the words. You are not sure when but your body gives in to the exhaustion and you wake up to the bright blue eyes of your wife.

“Hi, baby. I brought food.”

You lift your head and smile softly at her. “Sorry, I must have dozed off. Thanks for picking up dinner, Nell.”

She smiled and brushed your hair out of your face before leaning down and capturing your lips in a soft kiss. “I’m sorry, y/n. It’s my fault you’re so tired. I am thinking I will just take a sleeping pill tonight.”

You shook your head as she stood back up straight. You grabbed her hand and pulled her down into your lap. “Nell, it’s not your fault and you are not doing that you know it won’t help.”

She slumped in your lap and wrapped her arms around your neck. “Then you should take one so I don’t wake you up and at least one of us can get some sleep.”

You took her chin into your hands and locked your gaze with hers. “Baby, I am not doing that.”

“Why? We shouldn't both have to lose sleep because of my brain.”

You kissed her bare shoulder. “Nell, you know why. Come on, why don’t we eat before the food gets cold and just not worry about sleep until we go to sleep?”

She gripped the back of your neck and pulled you in for another sweet kiss. “You are so stubborn.”

“Yes, and you knew this when you agreed to marry me.”

She rolled her eyes and got up from your lap. “Come on stubborn, let's eat then.”

You got up and followed her into the kitchen. You moved seamlessly together in the kitchen splitting the food the way you always do so you each get some of everything ordered. You threw on the Mary Tyler Moore Show and got comfortable on the couch to eat dinner. It kind of felt normal finally. With the apartment almost completely unpacked and set up, it was finally feeling like your home and you hoped it would help you both mentally to feel more stable and allow Nell to sleep peacefully once again.

You both ate and enjoyed the comforting sitcom cuddling up together on the couch after finishing your meal. You ran your hands through Nell’s long brown hair as she laid mostly on top of you. Her hands traced patterns on your skin under your shirt. Before you both knew it you both fell into a comfy sleep. Unfortunately, it didn’t last. As per usual you awoke to quiet sobs. Nell was still laying on you and you could feel her tears on your chest.

“Nell, hey, it’s okay I am here, remember your breathing breath with me deep inhale and slow exhale.”

You demonstrated the breathing a few times until you felt her match you. You grabbed her hand and squeezed it lightly. “Can you squeeze my hand?”

You felt her trying her hand shook and her sobs got louder. You could tell she was frustrated. “Hey, it’s okay, focus on squeezing your fingers then your entire hand.”

She took a gasping breath as she managed to squeeze your hand. Her body trembled on top of you as she slowly moved her head up to look at you. You helped her and cleared the tears from her face. “I am going to sit up okay?”

She nodded and you sat up, keeping her in your arms and maneuvering so she was in your lap. Her body was still stiff so you helped her wrap her arms around the back of your neck. “Alright, let’s go to bed.”

You stood and held her bridal style and carried her to your room. You gently sat on the bed and just held her for a little while as she slowly regained more control of her body and squeezed you in a tight hug. “I’m sorry, y/n.”

“Shh, no apologies here. Do you want to talk about it? Did you see anything this time?”

Nell squeezed you tighter “yeah I saw the monster from that movie we watched last Halloween again.”

“Him again? That it, no more scary movies for you ever!”

“But you love scary movies.”

“Yes, but not as much as I love you.”

You gave her a dorky smile and pecked her lips before she could say anything else. “Do you want to try and sleep now?”

She nodded and detangled herself from you and crawled up the bed you followed suit and quickly got comfortable together cuddled close. Nell had one leg over one of yours and her head tucked into the crook of your neck. She scattered soft kisses there and took a deep breath before fully relaxing into the bed. You felt your tired eyes give into the sleep almost instantly.

When you awoke yet again to the familiar quiet sobs of your wife you were sure it had only been an hour tops since you closed your eyes but you forced your tired body up. You noticed that she had moved at some point during sleep to lay flat on her back and so you hovered over her slightly. You caressed her face “Hi beautiful, remember, deep breath in and slow release.”

You coached her to breathe normally and squeezed her hand until she squeezed back. The second she was able to she sat up leaning on you for support and wrapped her arm around your neck. Her lips crashed onto yours with need. You understood instantly and wrapped her up in your arms pulling her into your lap and as close as possible. She needs you close and you know close is never close enough. You kiss her back matching her passion until you both need more air than the kiss allows and you rest your forehead against hers. She takes a deep breath and moves on your lap to straddle you. Her thighs are tightly surrounding you and her arms have you pressed into her like she is terrified to not be touching every inch of you. “Baby it’s okay I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.”

You kiss her neck trying to get her to loosen her hold on you just a little. She squeezes you tighter. “You can’t leave me please never leave me, y/n.”

You sigh, “Nell, I swear to you I am not going anywhere.”

“No. You can’t ever die, y/n.”

You force your way away from her slightly just so you can look into her grey-blue eyes. “You dreamed I died again. Nell, I swear I will try my absolute hardest to not die before you, and the second your gone I am right behind you. You know this. I promised you forever and I meant it.”

She loosed her death grip on you and leaned in to capture your lips once again but softer than before letting you know you said the right thing to ease her worry. You relaxed into the kiss happy that you could ease her mind and give her comfort.

You both pulled away and you glanced at the alarm clock. “Hey look at that, it's morning and you only had the two episodes tonight.”

“I’d prefer none but two, is definitely progress from the six I was having.”

You nod and kiss her cheeks. “See I told you we just needed to settle in and it would get better once our routines are in order I am sure we can get it back to rarely ever having an episode.”

She smiled at your always positive and supportive words. “I love you, y/n”

“I love you too, Nell.”

A/N: Awe cute vibes. I love Victoria Pedretti especially Nell and Dani so I loved writing this and hope you enjoyed reading it!

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Reunite, Luke Crain (1)

In this fic, Luke never befriended Joey.

Word count: 2.5k~

Part 1

Your life can flash by you in an instant. For me, when I think about my life, I see it all pass me as a theater release of a drama film. One moment, you're with the love of your life, enjoying a nice dinner with his family, and in the next, you're at your would-be sister-in-law's funeral with the love of your life sitting beside you, his body still recovering from years of drug abuse and the ring you once wore on your left ring finger long gone. Looking around the room, the dreary blank walls set with the dimming white lights match my life - those things used to be lit up and lively, and now, they're memories of what used to be good.

Life used to be great. I had Luke, his family, and a wedding ring on my finger. I could handle his nightmares and past memories of bad things that once went on in his life. What I couldn't handle was the heroin and the constant lies and betrayal that came with the drugs. It only took me a stolen tablet and used needles to kick Luke out of my life. It hurt me a lot to do that, but what hurt worse was seeing him after three years of nothing with him.

As soon as I stepped into the funeral home owned by Shirley, I caught Luke's eyes trained on my own. Whereas his were altered over the years by drugs and dangerous things alike, mine were affected by sadness and the cold I felt without him by my side. However, it was like nothing had changed between us, and the feelings we once held for each other not too long ago were still there. I don't know if it was because something as traumatic as Nell's death had just occurred and we both needed someone, or if maybe we were both still in love.

It was almost natural to sit beside each other, and for some reason, it was natural for me to still worry about him. "What are those bruises on your face from?" I asked, reaching up to gently touch them. "Did you get into a fight?"

Instead of simply brushing my hand away, Luke smiled softly and reached up to take my hand in his with the gentlest touch I had ever felt from him. "No, just some trouble from a few guys in an alleyway," he explained, his voice quiet as he watched me gaze at him with worried eyes. "But it's okay," He told me, his thumb running over the back of my hand. "I'm fine."

Steve had told me about Luke being in rehab and staying clean for a while. When he picked up Luke, he wasn't strung out either; in fact, he wasn't thinking or worried about drugs at all, it seemed. He was proud of that chip in his pocket, and even though it took him a few years, I was too.

Once the wake was over, Luke placed a kiss on my cheek before heading back with Steve to his hotel room while I stayed with Theo. It was like I was back to my old life five years ago when Luke and I would spend time with his family regularly, and everything was alright. Now I was spending time with his family without him or Nell, and yet, I was still accepted as a part of their family.

The day after the wake was the funeral, and like the day before, Luke was with me the entire time. Standing beside me in the blistering cold, his hand wrapped around mine and kept it warm while Nell's body was laid into the ground. Despite almost being a sister to Nell, I know it was still harder for Luke to see that sight than it was for me.

It was only when the funeral was over that mine and Luke's hands left each other's and we were headed back to the funeral home with everyone in their respected vehicles. In the midst of everyone talking around me, I began to think, and as endless thoughts ran through my mind, one thing stuck out. Although, it wasn't a thing; in fact, it was a question, and because of that question, I was plagued with a sickness in my stomach that wouldn't go away.

How do I still love Luke?

After everything he's put everyone through, I don't know how I could, but somehow, I can without any doubts about him loving me back. I've heard and seen the 'clean' act many times before, and yet, this one is seems to be the one that will actually work. Everything in me wants this to be the case, but there's a part of me that's afraid to stick around to see it. Why? Because I can't witness yet another time when Luke decides being a junkie is more important than everything else.

Arriving back at Shirley's funeral home, I let everyone exit the limousine before me, leaving me to be the last one out. As I'm stepping out of the long vehicle, I'm greeted by a hand reaching out to help me. Looking up at the owner of the hand, I see that it's only Luke, leaving me to give him a smile of thanks.

Walking toward the funeral home and out of the blistering cold, Luke speaks up. "When was the last time you spoke with Nell?" He asks, his warm hand still encased in mine as we walk up the steps to the house across from Shirley's main home.

"A few months ago, around the time she lost Arthur," I answer him as he opens the door for us. "I went over to her apartment to take her to lunch, but it was like I was talking to... not to be insensitive, but a ghost," I explain, watching Luke's face for any sign of hurt. Thankfully, his face remains the same, and the only thing that changes is us both sitting down beside each other in the entry hall. "She was... so emotionless and lifeless that it didn't feel like I was talking to Nell."

As if my words were slowly washing over him, Luke slowly nods before sitting back against the couch cushions. A few seconds of silence pass before either of us speak up with me being the one who says something. Although, it's something I've had resting on my chest for a while. "I can remember Nell's wedding, and how Shirley sent you away," I murmur, looking over at Luke as he continues staring back at me. It's something that's hurt me for a while, and I've been hoping for the opportunity to talk about this with him.

"I was such a dumbass," he points out, closing his eyes as he shakes his head. Seeing him do such a thing makes me want to lean in and hold him like I used when he was upset or stressed. I can't now, but I would be lying if I said I didn't miss that.

"I know," I say, opting to lean back against the couch like Luke. "Shirley and I got into an argument when she came back in," I confess, reaching a hand up to scratch at my neck as I swallow down the lump in my throat. Because of the argument, Shirley and I no longer have the friendship we once had. "I can't remember what I said, but she responded back that it was my fault you were the way you were because I wasn't doing enough to stop you," I add, watching Luke quickly look back at me with a mix of slight anger and hurt. I don't have to be a genius to know that Luke's upset over what Shirley said to me. "Don't be mad at Shirl, she was under a lot of pressure with the wedding-"

"She still should have never said that to you," Luke cuts me off, causing me to move forward and cover his hands with mine. "I did everything on my own accord, and no one could stop me. Not you, not Nell... no one," He admits, shaking his head out of shame once again. "I should have never put any of you through that - especially you. You were the last person I wanted to hurt."

His words cause the lump in my throat to return as well as tears in my eyes, but for once in a while, they're from happiness and not sadness. "You're better now," I remind him with a strained voice, rubbing my thumb against the back of his hand until he moves to take my hands in his rather than the reverse. "Please don't go back to what you were doing. Please, don't."

At my pleading, Luke moves forward to press his forehead to mine, something he hasn't done in such a long time. "I don't want to," He tells me, his nose almost touching mine as his green eyes stay locked on mine. "I really don't want to."

I know why he's saying he 'doesn't want to' rather than 'I won't.' He's said that before - every time he went into rehab, he said it. Perhaps he realizes that all the previous times held nothing but empty promises and he doesn't want to repeat that.

I do have to say that I'm thankful he avoided the topic of our previous engagement. Most of all, what I did with the ring. I still have it, of course, but I don't wear it. It's a hurtful reminder of what used to be my life, and I get enough of that pain just seeing it in my jewelry box everyday.

Luke and I continue sitting together on the couch for a while, just enjoying each other's company while everyone moves around us. It's only when Shirley asks me to help her with bringing out more snacks that Luke and I depart. Once I'm in the small kitchen with her, Shirley turns toward me and breaks the awkward silence surrounding us.

"Please don't tell me you're going to go to his hotel room later," She practically growls out, causing me to look at her confused. How could she assume something so bold?

"No, I'm not, Shirl," I tell her, watching her pointed glare soften with a small sigh. "I haven't even thought about doing something even remotely similar."

"I'm just making sure," She explains, holding her hands out in an 'okay' motion. "I don't want to see you hurt, or have something bad happen again," Shirley continues on, turning back to open the fridge and take out another tray of finger-foods. "I... don't want you to be let down again."

With her last words running through my head, I nod and bite my lip as I step forward to take the plate from her hands. "I know, Shirl," I assure her with another nod. "And, unfortunately, I completely understand."

With the second tray in her hands, Shirley closes the fridge and turns back around to walk into the main room with me behind her. Placing the plates on top of the empty ones, Shirley thanks me with a smile before walking off to do other things. Looking back over to the couch Luke and I were previously sitting at, I find it to be empty, and instead of seeing Luke in the spot I left him, I instead see him heading out with something in his hands. Is he...

Without being noticed, I head towards the exit in an almost sprint before slipping out and nearly jumping off the steps. Seeing the lights of Theo's Jeep flicker in the corner of my eyes, I know exactly what's going on.

"Luke!" I nearly shout, trying not to trip in my heels as the gravel moves under my feet. Immediately, Luke stops walking and turns toward me, his face cast almost in worry. "What are you doing, Luke?" I ask, feeling myself grow disappointed at the possibility of him trying to leave to break his sobriety.

"I have to do this," He says as I stop a few feet in front of him. Instantly, my disappointment grows into anger.

"Don't tell me you're going to get high," I practically seethe, taking a step forward toward him. However, to my surprise, Luke looks almost shocked by my words, and instead of getting into the Jeep, he stays standing in front of me.

"NO!" He exclaims, staring at me with furrowed brows. "That's the farthest thing from my mind now!" Luke further explains, a few seconds passing before he looks away and sighs. "It's that damn house... it did this..."

Despite his words being quiet, I still hear them and become confused. "What house, Luke?" I ask, just as realization sets in. "You mean Hill House?" I murmur, my anger dissipating within seconds. I know about Hill House and the horrors within it - hell, it's one of the reasons Luke is the way he is.

"It killed Nell," He sneers, shaking his head. "It killed my mom, and now it's killed my sister," Luke adds, taking a quick glance at the sky before looking back at me. "The house is evil, and I need to make sure it won't kill again."

Just by his words, I know what he plans on doing. "...I'm going with you," I declare, my mind not changing any time soon.

Eyes wide, Luke shakes his head at me. "No, no, (Y/n), you can't," He states, but I don't back away. Instead, I move to take his hands in mine as I say my next words.

"Yes, I am," I tell him, staring up at him with an moving gaze. "Luke, I haven't seen you for what feels like forever, you're finally off drugs, your sister died, and you're going through one of the most traumatic things in your life," I point out, my voice cracking toward the end as I stop myself from letting it all come out at once. "I... I still love you," I confess as a whisper, trying not to let all of the hurt show through. "I don't want to lose you permanently."

For a few seconds, Luke's eyes bounce everywhere as does his foot in a nervous manner. As if he had decided on something, Luke shakes his head before quickly leaning forward and pressing his lips to mine while taking my face in his hands. To feel myself kiss back without hesitance makes me want to pull away in fear of being hurt again, but I can't. Not when I've missed this the most.

Once Luke pulls away, his hands move to wrap around my waist and pull me close while his face stays mere inches away from mine. "I still love you too - I never stopped," Luke admits, "You're the only thing keeping me going, even if I can't have you like I used to," He adds, letting out a shaky sigh afterward. "Come on."

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