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18 🤍 she/her ⭐️ Secretly Francesca Bridgerton

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Golden Brown - The Stranglers

"Never a frown (never a frown, never a frown) With golden brown (with golden brown) Never a frown (never a frown, never a frown) With golden brown (with golden brown)."

synopsis; Harry’s been plagued with all sorts of dreams, nightmare or not, he wasn’t new to any of it. however, when a certain faceless girl keeps appearing in them, he couldn’t help but wonder who she is, or where she was. or, if he would ever find her.

warnings; none, I hope

a/n; might not be accurate but I forgot the movie .. and I have not read the books.. two posts in one day?? 🥹

the lights in the room were bright, Harry’s eyes blinked twice-thrice, one hand moved up, to fix his glasses in hopes that it would work, but it did not. in fact, it might have made it worse, it was only when he looked away that it got better.

he was sitting on a bench, likely a muggle auditorium, he remembered how they had felt when he attended school with muggles, they felt softer, perhaps because it was just a dream, he couldn’t make out any faces at all around him.

not a single one looked familiar, he was confused, but followed whatever was happening. on stage, the lights were brighter, music played from somewhere, Harry could not tell from where. it was a nice melody, it sounded beautiful.

there was a girl on stage, her back to the crowd, she was dancing, yet she didn’t show her face at all, and if she did turn, her hair covered her face, Harry could barely make out who she was, but her dress was very beautiful.

she wore a lovely lavender dress, the skirt was lightly puffy, with three layers to it, most of it was lace, although the backside seemed to be a bit longer than the front of it, the top of the dress was like a corset, with pearls scattered over it.

instead of straps or anything, it had pearls holding the dress up, wrapped once around her neck. her hair was loose/grabbed (depending on your hair type), she had lavender pointe shoes on, her (s/c) was beautiful, the lights were all on her.

she was as beautiful as Harry recalled her to be, now if she could just tilt her head to the side, maybe he’d get to- a sharp jolt awoke him, opening his eyes, he saw it was just Hermione’s hand shaking him awake, "Harry, are you alright? you’re sweating so profusely." Hermione asked in concern.

Harry blinked his eyes for a few moments, that’s right, before the dream of her he had had a nightmare about Voldemort. "what is it Hermione?" Harry spoke after some time, brushing off her concern, he did not want to tell her, not now.

"Mrs Weasley has prepared breakfast for us, and we’ll be late if we don’t hurry." Hermione explained, shooting a sharp look in Ron’s direction, the boy had not woken up yet. "we’re going to be late. c’mon Ronald! your mother’s been waiting." Hermione huffed, shaking Ron once more.

although Ron only shrugged her off and clung to his blanket more, except another sharp reminder from Hermione reminded him that his mother would not take kindly him being late. especially not to breakfast.

"it’ to early for this." Ron muttered, still rubbing sleep from his bleary eyes, standing up he nearly fell face first, his blanket was still wrapped around his legs, he only kicked it off before walking out his room.

Harry fixed on his glasses before he, too, got up,his mind racing with all sorts of thoughts and emotions. who was that girl? and why is this the 20th time he’s dreamt of her. he could recall when it all started, that one fateful day in third year.

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he had been struggling to sleep, again, it had been a week of that, and Hermione’s concern had grown more and more. she had made him a potion- one guaranteed to help him sleep, although he was doubtful, he trusted Hermione.

He knew she was trying to help, he appreciated that and really needed the help. that night, after taking it, he laid in bed, allowing his body to absorb the potion while he stared at the ceiling of his bed, it was unusual for his mind to be relaxed, perhaps the potion was working.

Hermione never did say what the effects would be, he didn’t quite know what to expect. but as his eyes began to close, and his breathing began to even out, he let himself sleep. at first, nothing really happened, until he began to fall deeper and deeper into sleep.

when he opened his eyes again, he wasn't laying in his bed anymore, he was in a field, a field of flowers leading to a wonderful and beautifully decorated gazebo. flowers surrounded it, they were all sorts of different pinks. some wrapped around it with green vines, some were beginning to bloom.

harry didn't think too much into that. fresh blooms often signaled fresh and new beginnings, but what did harry know? his eyes tried to take in the new surroundings, could it be a ploy from Voldemort? or some type of trap set up by him? harry didn't know, regardless, he pushed forward.

only to stop when he sees a random figure, standing in the middle of the gazebo, he couldn't tell who it was, for a second the hair reminded him of Hermione's hair, 'Merlin, am I really dreaming of hermione?' harry thought to himself, feeling a little weirded out at the thought of dreaming of Hermione.

she was his best friend, and by that it made him a little uncomfortable. except, it didn't look completely like hermione, and he was sure hermione wasn't interested in ballet at all.

in fact, he was almost sure she only liked it but never would try it. brushing that aside, he focused back on the problem, just who was this girl? she was gorgeous, well, she would be if he could see her.. she was dancing in silence. Harry had never seen that before.

her body seemed to move on it’s own, as if needing no music at all, perhaps she did not need music. her arms and hair moved in such graceful ways, her feet glided on the gazebo floor, like she’d done this plenty of times. she was one with the music.

any time she turned to Harry, her hair would conveniently fall in front of her face. he would never admit it, but he was mesmerized with watching the girl dance, he could watch her for hours. she was talented and had a certain sort of beauty to her, not her face, but her dancing. when he awoke the day after, he had no recollection of how he had gotten to that dream, but he did know one thing.

he needs to find that girl.

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since that day, Harry had dreamt of the same girl. night after night, no matter what, she was all he ever dreamed about. "Harry! breakfast!" he heard Hermione shout once more, causing him to spring up in bed, Ron had already changed in the bathroom.

"Merlin Harry, your worse than mum. and that’s a stretch." Ron commented, exiting the room after finishing putting his shoes on, he was hungry after all, and he wanted to eat instead of waiting for Harry.

as for Harry, he stood up from his bed, still a bit tired and groggy, he had gone to bed late last night, all to stay up and enjoy talking with Ron, it had been worth it.. last night. shaking off his thoughts, he headed towards the bathroom.

doing his business and brushing his teeth, he put a simple outfit on, not really bothered to look too fancy, he was just trying to get some food. for breakfast it was relatively quiet. a rare surprise in a house as big as the Weasley house.

perhaps because everyone, minus Hermione, Mr & Mrs Weasley, and Percy, were still half asleep. including Ginny, after breakfast, they all got their bags and headed out with Mr Weasley, while Mrs Weasley stayed behind.

the only way to actually stay behind. "oh that’s right! the quidditch World Cup is today."

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as the group began to ready up to leave the burrow, Mrs Weasley had gone out to say goodbye to the group, having prepared a little snack in case they got hungry along the way, Ron was already hungry, despite having just finished breakfast.

Mrs Weasley kissed Mr Weasley on the lips, prompting the kids to look away, with Fred and George mocking their own parents, she gave each kid a hug, wishing them well and sending them off of their way.

it was quite foggy, perhaps that is why it was quite cold, any other explanation would be that they still felt the warmth and comfort of the beds. like a phantom touch. "hey, Ron, where are we actually going?" harry asks after walking a distance from the burrow.

"dunno," Ron shrugged, calling out for his father over the quiet chatter of the others, "hey, dad! where are we going?" he asks, his loud voice had prompted the group to glance back, obviously loud noise attracts attention.

"haven't the foggiest. keep up." mr Weasley called back, turning forward again and continuing to lead the way, the Weasley twins continued their ruckus, as ginny and hermione resumed to their own private conversation.

as the group continued walking, harry stopped for a minute, in the forest, deep beneath the fog, he could've sworn he saw a girl dancing ballet, it almost seemed like the very girl from his dreams. 'rubbish.' harry thought to himself, catching up to the group as they approached a tree.

"Arthur!" a voice, all too cheerful, little too old, called out, an old man carrying a backpack- far bigger than mr Weasley's might I add, approached them. "it's about time son." he adds, mr Weasley threw a hand up in greeting.

"sorry Amos, some of us had a sleepy start." mr Weasley apologized, glancing back he gave Ron and harry a sharp look, Ron didn't bother hiding his yawn, nor stifling it, as harry felt a tad more bashful to be at fault.

"this is Amos Diggory, everyone." mr Weasley introduced, the man stood tall, and proud, with a wide grin on his face, "works with me, at the ministry." just then, a young boy jumps down from being on top of the tree stump.

"this strapping young lad must be Cedric, am I right?" mr Weasley shook hands with the young man, he was fairly attractive, taller than both older men, bushy brows, brown hair swept to the side, his face had a slight redness to it, perhaps from the cold as well.

"yes sir." Cedric spoke, politely shaking hands with mr Weasley before glancing at his father. "this way." mr Diggory spoke, continuing to lead the way to the group. ginny and hermione shared a rather fascinated glance before following after the group.

as the kids walked past him, mr Diggory's eyes set on someone, "Merlin's beard, you must be Harry Potter." mr Diggory said watching harry walk up to him. "yes sir." harry responded slowing down as he neared the older man.

Mr Diggory offered his hand, harry took it politely. "great, great pleasure." mr diggory said, enthusiastically shaking harry's hand. harry can never forget how people react to seeing or meeting him. he got used to it, but that doesn't mean it's easy.

"pleasure to meet you too sir." harry responded, it was a polite response, and quite frankly, the only response he wanted to give at the time. Mr Diggory let out a satisfied grunt before slapping harry on the back and catching up to the group.

"just over there." Mr Diggory spoke, pointing in the direction of a boot on top of a hill with his cane, causing the group to go up to it. ginny had been the one to enthusiastically run up to the boot. "shall we?" Mr Weasley asked mr Diggory.

"oh, yeah."

"we don't want to be late. come on." Mr Weasley said. "come on, get into position." mr Diggory instructed, the group began to form a circle around the boot, just like Mr Diggory had instructed them to do so. "why are they all standing around that manky old boot?" harry asked George, who was walking beside him. at least, he thought it was George.

"that isn't just any manky old boot, mate." Fred said, slightly jogging up the hill to join them, his face between harry and George. "it's a portkey." George finished for Fred, the two walking off to get to a spot around the boot.

"time to go!" Mr Weasley stated. "what's a portkey?" harry asks, watching the group put their hands on the boot, each one holding it firmly on their knees. he had to admit, it was quite a funny sight. but they did not answer his question.

"ready? after three." Mr Diggory called, not even noticing harry was not holding the boot. "one, two," he began to count, just as mr Weasley noticed harry was not touching the boot. "harry!" Mr Weasley called with urgency.

harry rushed to touch the boot, still not understanding what was happening, "three." Mr Diggory finished, the boot began to spin, the group spinning along with it. they screamed at the spinning, it went on for some time before they finally stopped. all of them falling on the hill below them.

landing, rather.. harshly in different positions. save for Cedric, Mr Diggory and Mr Weasley, they.. walked? down to the group.. yeah, magic was weird. very weird. the Weasleys, harry and hermione separated from the Diggory family, heading to another tent.

at first, it looked small, like any normal tent harry had seen around muggles and stuff. but when he went inside, it was a completely different story. it was quite big, it had three chairs, with a couch, a kitchen in the far right corner, one room was right across from where the entrance was.

and two rooms on the left side, it wasn't much, but it was more comfortable than anything. "girls, you'll stay in that room." mr Weasley said, the plan was for both girls to get their own room. the guys would have to share since mr Weasley was going to take his own room.

"so, what exactly is this for?" harry asks, nobody had really answered his question and he was quite curious, what was a portkey? and why it brought them there? aside from his questions, magic really was fascinating to him.

"it's the quidditch World Cup, Bulgaria vs Ireland." Ron explained, he was quite passionate about quidditch, or, at least he is starting to be. aside from that he enjoyed watching quidditch games, and this was the quidditch World Cup.

"a portkey is an enchanted object, that instantly transports anyone touching it to a specific destination at a set time." hermione explained, harry wasn't even surprised hermione knew, it honestly came in wonders having a bright witch as his best friend.

"thanks, hermione." harry said, joining her on the couch. truth be told, harry loved hermione, Sure they had gotten off to a bad start but he was her best friend, and she was always there for him whenever he needed it.

however, when she turned around, and the light hit the back of her hair, his enter body stiffened. he had told himself it would be weird if his dream girl, pun intended, was Hermione. the girl who was a sister to him.

but now, looking at Hermione, seeing the way her curls bounced, he seriously started to rethink his choice. was he seriously falling for his best friend? there was no way. they were only best friends! he looked away, but the image was engraved in his memory.

he seriously needed to get a grip. there was no way Hermione was his current obsession. surely he was just being messed with. he’ll have to ask Hermione later, for now, they had to get going to get to the stadium on time. they had seats at the very top, and it would surely be packed.

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just as Harry expected, the stairs were packed, and worst of all, they had seen Draco and his father, that interaction had not been fun. but Harry refused to let it bother him, or ruin his mood. he also hated how Draco and his father had targeted the Weasley’s and Hermione.

"don’t let him get to ya, Hermione, he’s only mad you’re the brightest witch of our age." Harry said, offering Hermione a comforting side hug, the girl gave a small smile, but it wasn’t as reassuring as she wanted it to be, it was clear she was upset.

"we better get to our seats soon, the game’s about to start." George said, following the others up the stairs, Mr Weasley went first, followed by the Weasley twins, then Ron, Ginny, Harry and Hermione. the two teams had a fun introduction, one that made them forget about Draco.

Harry was glad Hermione was feeling better, it was quite a fun beginning, and a nice distraction from all the rubbish Voldemort had put Harry through, even if for a moment only. Harry would take anything to forget Voldemort.

the lights were bright, as bright as the lights from his dream, Harry remembered, his eyes drifting to the lights for a second, his breath hitching when he remembered his dream, the mysterious ballerina. he continued to look around.

perhaps she was a witch? or maybe she was there. looking around, his eyes locked back on Hermione, a subconscious move. only to freeze, the lights were hitting Hermione, illuminating her more, her waves catching in the light- the same way they had on the mystery girl.

Harry had brushed off the idea that Hermione could be the mysterious girl from his dream, surely Hermione was not into ballet, and if she was, she would tell him. it felt wrong to assume Hermione was his dream girl, she would have known since he tells her everything. except, now Harry was having doubts. Harry had not expected this, and he didn’t know how to react, he could only stare at the back of Hermione’s head in disbelief.

was Hermione his dream girl? had he been interested in his best friend this entire time without even realizing? Harry had not expected this, and he didn’t know how to react, he could only stare at the back of Hermione’s head in disbelief.

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party 4 u - Charli xcx

"only threw this party for you, i only threw this party for you, for you, for you, i was hopin’ you would come through, i was hopin’ you would come through, it’s true, it’s true."

Francesca Bridgerton x fem!reader

warnings; not much(?), angst, not a single ounce of comfort, Francesca being hurt, y/n being manipulated and mentally abused by her mother

a/n; I wrote this on impulse, can be read as a one shot or as another bonus episode to the Francesca series given that I don’t have motivation at the moment for the series. enjoy! :P also there’s a hint in my writing for what song is next

for as long as you’ve known Francesca, you’ve always known she is an anxious person, an introvert who prefers silence over loudness, she was quite shy and she rarely spoke, but she was talkative with you, when she wanted to be. she enjoyed pianoforte a lot.

to her, sitting in silence could mean a lot more than talking. marriage was another thing she wanted, however, whenever she did think of marriage, it was always you, y/n. always. she had spoken to her mother once, of these emotions.

while Violet was not against it, she also did not support the idea. the ton would not be supportive, and they would definitely not appreciate or approve of a 2 woman marriage. it was absurd and quite shameful. but what did Francesca care?

"mama, I wish to speak with you." Francesca said, approaching their mama in a rare moment where she was alone. her siblings were off doing their own thing, probably causing chaos.

"yes, dear, what is it?" Violet asks, pausing in the middle of stitching, Francesca was standing in front of her mother, fiddling with her fingers nervously. she was unsure of herself.

"well, I-i was wondering if perhaps we should throw a little get together? we have not had a party in our house, frankly we only get visits from lady Danbury." Francesca suggested, in reality she planned to see y/n at the party.

Violet thought it over, a party, at the last minute, did not seem ideal. but as she looked up at her daughter, her expression softened. the expression Francesca had reminded her of her husband, and Francesca rarely wanted any party to be thrown.

"I suppose we could, but it’ll take some time to plan." Violet spoke, nodding her head and putting down her needle, it would take some effort to thoroughly plan this party out. especially when the suggestion had been last minute.

Francesca felt ecstatic and relieved when her mama agreed, in truth she had planned this out and had already written on specific invitation. "thank you mama." Francesca thanked, walking out the drawing room.

Violet watched her daughter walk out before calling for two maids to help with the planning. Hazel was sent out to buy some decorations and some ingredients for the food. the invitations were handled by Violet herself, although she did smile a little when Francesca handed a specific envelope over.

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In the Blackwood house

y/n had been practicing the piano, courtesy of her mama wishing to expand her talents in hopes of her marrying soon, to a man with title. her papa was in his office, no doubt doing his work, he was always busy doing work.

her sisters were also busy, that left y/n and her mama alone, with the workers. the guard, Desmond, walked in, clearing his throat. Bertha signaled for y/n to stop playing, she did. "what is it, we are busy." Bertha asked, she disliked being interrupted.

"there is an invitation," Desmond began, only to be waved off by Bertha, she assumed it was another invitation for her. "for y/n." Desmond finished, holding it out for y/n to take.

y/n’s head slowly turned up, she knew exactly who had sent the invitation. she didn’t have many friends, and she also did not get invited to places much. Bertha snatched it from Desmond.

"it is that Bridgerton girl, again." Bertha sighed, Francesca had been persistent, she was shy but she definitely held her ground firmly. however Bertha always managed to stop anything before it could reach y/n.

"you are not to see that girl. what would the ton think if i raised a shameful lady?" Bertha asked, ripping the envelope before setting it on fire and throwing it into the fireplace. "you are an embarrassment to this family enough. do not let yourself fall deeper into whatever influence that girl has on you." Bertha firmly said, holding y/n’s chins tightly.

"do it again, and again. until it is perfect enough for you to play without a single mistake, if you could even do that." Bertha stated, walking out the drawing room, likely to complain to y/n’s father, he always took her mamas side.

y/n stared at the fireplace, at the burning envelope, she wanted to see Francesca, she wished to see her, to be near her, to hold her hand. to hug her. sighing sadly, y/n focused back on the piano, forcing herself to play it again.

Desmond looked at y/n, for a girl usually cheerful and friendly, she looked extra sad. the reality y/n lived was sad, every girl was put through the same thing, but y/n was never allowed to make a single mistake at all. she had to be seen as this perfect girl.

Desmond returned to his post, standing straight with his hands behind his back. this whole situation was not fun on anyone, they could never intervene on the unfair manner in which y/n was raised. born to be locked in a cage, controlled by her mama.

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Back at Bridgerton house

Francesca watched from the top of the stairs as the ton walked in, the house had been beautifully decorated, and the food the chefs had served was delicious, the drinks were just as good as well. but there was someone missing.

she joined the event, grabbing a glass of lemonade. "is it just me or has a certain Blackwood not come?" Eloise suddenly asked, appearing from beside Francesca, startling the girl for a second. Eloise apologized for the sudden appearance.

"I agree, but.. she’ll be here." Francesca said, nodding to her sister with a small smile, Eloise wanted to say more, but she chose not to. instead she moved away and joined Hyacinth. Francesca let out a soft exhale, taking a sip of the lemonade.

‘she’ll come, i know she will.’ Francesca thought to herself, she stared at her drink, looking at her own reflection, her fingers tapping against the glass, her gloves suddenly felt too tight. but she just waited for y/n.

as guests mingled and danced, enjoying themselves and the food, Francesca sat at a corner, her head turning to the door each time someone walked in, nothing. not a single sign of y/n at all. did she not know this party had been thrown specifically for her? was she.. actually annoyed with Francesca? was this the end of their friendship?

Francesca stood up, more anxious now, yet she hid it behind her calm façade. Benedict, who had been avoiding many girls, approached his sister, he had been watching her, had seen her eyes flicker over to the door every time.

"has y/n been distant, sister?" Benedict asks, standing beside Francesca, handing her a cookie. "I take it this party was thrown for her?" Benedict states, it wasn’t a question, and Francesca’s reaction only confirmed his words.

"she has not been herself lately, i simply wished to see her and speak with her." Francesca admitted, taking a small bite of the cookie, staring at it. she didn’t say anything much after that, Benedict sighed softly beside her.

he didn’t need to ask, he already knew Francesca was in love with y/n. she was a bit obvious about it.. and Violet had told him one drunken night. he didn’t know what to say, he had also notice y/n had not been herself, nor has she been around often.

it was like Eloise with Penelope. "I am sure she wishes to come, perhaps she got busy, or something." Benedict offered, placing a comforting arm around his sister, giving her a gentle side hug. Francesca could only nod. but she felt like it was something deeper, something that was bothering y/n.

Throughout the rest of the party, Francesca stood on her feet, rocking side to side while waiting for y/n to arrive. but nothing, not even when most guests had begun to leave, y/n did not show up, it ruined Francesca’s mood.

when the party was officially over, and most guests had left, Francesca had gone up to her bedchamber, she didn’t get ready for bed, she didn’t remove her jewelry, she didn’t even wait for a single maid to help her.

she stood by the mirror, staring at her reflection. was something wrong with her? had she done something wrong? was y/n growing tired and annoyed of how talkative she got? had her anxiety ruined their relationship?

Francesca didn’t know, and she wished to know. she wanted to know why y/n was being distant. the more she thought, the sadder she got. while getting ready for bed, Francesca was continuously thinking of possibilities that could have ruined their relationship.

that night, Francesca went to sleep with a broken heart, an emotional mind, and tons of sadness. she had only ever wished for her and y/n to be accepted. she had only ever dreamt of being with y/n, loving her and marrying her. and yet, the only thing on her mind were 2 questions.

would y/n ever risk it all for Francesca? or was this truly the end of their relationship?

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Reflection - Lea Salonga (Mulan)

"Look at me, i will never pass for a perfect bride, Or a perfect daughter, Can it be, I'm not meant to play this part."

Francesca Bridgerton x fem!reader

warnings; angst, reader getting hurt, mentions of being forced into a room, controlling mother, slight starvation, abuse, hurt, no comfort, sad Francesca

à/n; spécial chapter, I apologize for what I have written, but I love Francesca so she will be getting her happy ending, except reader is gonna suffer because I want her to, and what’s a wlw fanfic if it doesn’t have some yearning :3 also a deep apology for being M.I.A for so long, i have a few works in my drafts, i just need to write them and upload them!! thank you so much for 45 followers, and all the likes, it makes me happy that you enjoy my works.

‘look at me, i will never for a perfect bride, or a perfect daughter’

your first time talking about marriage had been with Francesca, the two of you had never really talked about it before, usually you would both talk for a while, but then you’d sit or lay in silence.

most of the times you never really saw a man being your husband, or ever saw yourself with a man, it was sort of.. weird to you, even speaking to men made you feel more annoyed than comfortable. it had confused you, so much.

is something wrong with my feelings?

or is something with.. me?

am I ever going to be a perfect daughter? will mama ever be proud of me? will papa finally acknowledge me? will I ever be.. normal?

a lot of questions often lingered, always making you feel insecure and anxious, if something was wrong with you, there was no doubt your mama would send you away, or would lock you up until you are ready to be a wife.

as for being a daughter, it was hard. your sister, Hailey, could play many instruments, she knew how to dance and she was ready for marriage, she had been a diamond of the season, and that had immediately set a standard for you.

your other sister, Anastasia, was already a mother. she had married last season, the same season that Eloise Bridgerton was meant to marry. though Anastasia’s marriage had been arranged, by your mother, who secured her marriage to Viscount Winehouse, a man of title.

aside from that, they had opened up a bakery cafe, it was quite popular among the ton, that made them successful as well. that made your mama proud, not only with Anastasia but with Hailey as well. but not with you.

you were her problem child, as she called you. you played the harp, that was your favorite instrument, but it would never be enough. you are not enough in her eyes. she needed you to be perfect, more perfect than your sisters.

‘can it be? I’m not meant to play this part, now I see, that if I were truly to be myself, i would break my families heart,’

your mama had forced you to be someone you are not. you have begun to learnt to play the pianoforte, your posture and dance skills have been improved, you’ve begun to learn more about being a proper lady, how to sit and speak.

socializing has also been more important to your mama. at every ball and grand event, she forced you to interact with others, men with titles at least, if they did not have money or a title, they would not be given a second glance.

"men with titles are far better than.. those without one," your mama, Bertha, had spoken to you one day, standing to the side as a maid grabbed your hair, another pointless lesson.

"shall you marry someone without a title, you must not bring him around. Hailey married a Duke, and Anastasia married a viscount. as for you, you are to marry someone without title, and bare children." she told you, not even smiling at you, instead telling your maid to fix your bangs and then leaving.

it was insanity. you could not be yourself, you were to marry a person of title, you were to have kids, to be this and be that, do this & that. just great, she might as well tell you to not be yourself, and that is what she means. you aren’t going to be accepted as yourself, you must be like every other woman.

that was something that worried you. most women in marriages are unhappy, despite not showing it, they are unhappy. being told to do things for their husbands, having kids despite not wanting to have any. it was like being trapped with someone.

perhaps that is why you believed Eloise Bridgerton was smart for her hatred for marriage. you hated it, not because of being tied to someone, but for having to bare children, and to deal with such negative emotions, it was all too much.

you did not hate children, not at all, but the thought of being forced to have one.. just one child was not for you. although, you were happy for those women had children with their own desires.

you had tried talking to your father about this, that perhaps you were not interested in men like other women were, but when you tried, he said he was happy you were finally preparing for your season.

‘how could I hurt him? he’s my father. i can’t disappoint him.’

you thought to yourself, faking a smile for your father. maybe you should just pretend to be happy. just for your father, it’s the least you could do for him. but was it worth losing yourself? maybe, maybe not.

‘who is that girl i see, staring straight back at me? why is my reflection someone i don’t know?’

late at night, you sat at your vanity. it used to be empty, rarely had anything but books and candles. and now, now it had all types of jewelry and different hair accessories around there, your bed had more pillows and better blankets.

your books had not been touched in over 7 months now. your writing stuff has all been put away, the last letter sent to Francesca had been sent long over 3 months ago. she has not stopped reaching out, trying to get to you.

but every letter had been burnt by your mama. staring at yourself in the mirror, you could not help but see how much you’ve changed. your night gown was of silk and satin material, not the usual cotton material you used to enjoy.

your bangs had outgrown, and you have not cut them, your eyes were not as bright as they used to be, you had really changed a lot. not in a good way, you weren’t yourself anymore, it was like you were someone else, hiding your true self.

you hated it. you hated it so much. you threw your brush and covered your mirrors with a towel. by this point you have grown a deep hatred for yourself, to the extent of covering every mirror to stop yourself from seeing your reflection.

you could not stand it any longer. the tight schedules, constantly learning different things, wearing more and more gowns of silk and satin, learning more and more instruments. what is the point of this when you couldn’t stand yourself?

laying in bed, you stared at the ceiling, all you had ever wanted was to be with Francesca. back in the backyard of the Bridgerton house, when you would sneak over and you both would talk and giggle over anything and everything.

where silence was very important to both you and Francesca. back when Francesca had not left, when she was your friend. your comfort zone. you missed her dearly, but your mama would not let you write to her at all. that hurt more than looking at yourself.

‘somehow I cannot hide, who I am, though I’ve tried, when will my reflection show who I am inside?’

when Francesca had returned from being in the countryside with her Aunt Winnie, she had been so excited to see you. she had barely slept that night, and had gone straight over to your house. your mama and papa had gone out to visit Anastasia, leaving you alone.

when Francesca’s presence had been announced, you knew what you had to do. what your mama had told you to do, surely you could do it? it should be easy to make Francesca understand that you can not be her friend.

you had been prepared, ready to say what your mama had forced you to say. but then, she walked in, a bright smile on her face, her eyes locked on you, she was just as beautiful as ever. you could feel your heart pounding.

every thought had left your mind, your breath catching in your throat, perhaps being away from you for so long had made her more.. gorgeous. she was stunning now, her brown eyes shining as brightly as ever, her smile brightening as she embraced you in a gentle hug.

"I’ve missed you so much. you’ve changed since I’ve been away." Francesca said, tightening her hold before she was gently removed from you, it confused her, you never pushed her away or moved her from you. "what is it?" she asks, confused with your actions.

"nothing. it’s a new season, starting soon. i find it more likely if we are not seen together. i do not wish to have any issues with this season, I am trying to be married this season." you spoke, smiling at her, yet it looked so forced, just like your voice sounded so fake.

Francesca’s smile faded, her head tilting slightly in confusion, this could not be you saying this, right? "i do not understand, if your mama.." Francesca trailed off as she tried reaching for your hand, only for you to move back.

"we mustn’t be seen together, nor shall we be seen holding hands. the ton would believe we are lovers. it’d be a shame of that." you said, you meant to say that it would be shameful to be seen as intimate with Francesca holding your hand.

except, it sounded like you were ashamed of the ton finding out you love Francesca. you did love her, but the ton would be disappointed. and Francesca thought that you were disappointed and ashamed to be in love with her.

"oh. i-i see. well, i should head back, mama is probably worried." Francesca spoke, but she sounded far more hurt, something your heart just had to hurt for, you hated seeing her hurt, but she moved away when you took a step forward.

"goodbye, y/n." Francesca smiled, a fake smile, one that didn’t reach her eyes or covered the hurt she felt from your words. as she left, you watched, each step she took made you hate yourself even more. you would never want to hurt her, you could never.

but you just had. despite all the things you hated about yourself, you only despised yourself more after seeing the hurt expression on Francesca’s face. hurting her hurt more than anything in the world ever could, you hated it.

you wondered, if i had stood up to mama, would i be happy? would Francesca be happy? but what would it be like if no one loved me?

‘when will my reflection show who i am inside?’

would you ever be loved if you were yourself?

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Once More To See You - Mistki

"But with everybody watching us, our every move, we do have reputations, we keep this secret, won't let them have it."

Francesca Bridgerton x fem!reader

warnings; slow burn, angst, judgment (again), reader’s mom is still a bitch, fake dating (not the girls unfortunately), attempts of angst, jealousy, reader longing for Francesca, the queen lowkey being an instigator, y/n is an idiot

à/n; this was meant to be longer but i feel bad for not posting in some time, i also never meant to make part 2, but I had to split it because of the 10 pics per post, part 3 might come soon, and I will release a special chapter regarding how y/n’s mama had reacted and how Francesca was pushed away, I made the queen supportive because .. yes

growing up you had never had a loving family, your papa was always busy in his study, or always drinking, one way or another he was never in your life. your mama favored your sister over you, everything you did was a disappointment.

every word you said, every move you did, any and every thing you wore was chosen for you. your life is a huge dictatorship, everything move chosen by your mom. let us not forget the amount of times your weight has been a problem to her, regardless of how slim/chubby you are, she is always frustrated by it.

along with harsh comments came the constant abuse, every time you did something wrong you'd be hit, every time you spoke back you'd be hit. the ton never knew this because your mama would make your right hand lady hide it with makeup.

but every staff, every person in that house knew what happened to you, but no one ever spoke up about it. no one ever defended you. you grew up to always please your mama, always doing what she says, following everything she tells you to do.

which is why your constantly ran from your feelings. constantly letting your mama control your life however she pleased. and that led to pushing Francesca out your life because she said so. you could still remember that night vividly.

the anger and disgust on her face, the way she had smacked you hard enough to make you bleed, and how she forced the letters to be burned. you remember how you had been locked away in the attic, forced to stay there until you've learned your lesson.

when Francesca returned, it had been worse. she had been so excited to see you again, only to be pushed away and treated like a stranger. you remember the sadness you felt, seeing her walk away with tears, how you knew it was over.

how you had lost that one good thing in your life because you couldn't handle not being a perfect daughter. why is it you always aim to please the one person who doesn't care? she is your mama, but you are her daughter.

and yet no matter what, you will forever be a disappointment to her, and nothing you could do would ever make her change her mind, at all. therefore you have learned to accept your fate, you will forever be a disappointment to her. to them.

pushing the thoughts away, you continued getting ready with Margaret, your lady's maid, fixing your gown for you. "shall I hide the bruise, lady Blackwood?" Margaret asks, she was used to having to hide your bruises or injuries from the ton.

"no.. not this time. the ton shall see her for who she truly is." you replied, having had enough of your mama's behavior. it had been far too much, far too long of dealing with the constant abuse and mistreatment from her.

"are you sure? it is not a problem if you wish to hide it again." Margaret said, she was a bit shocked by your words, but she also knew you would surely get in far more trouble if your mama were to see the bruise.

"I am sure of it. now, we must make haste before mama loses it." you firmly stated, nodding your head in confirmation despite the doubts creeping in your mind. you mustn't let yourself back down, not now. you have to do this, for yourself.

"very well. I must say, you are rather brave of this. I wish you the best of luck." Margaret said, fixing your hair before leading the way down the stairs, your mama was there, waiting. and yet, she did not notice how you have not hidden the bruise, instead she ushered you into getting into the carriage.

"you will not embarrass me or humiliate the family for that.. that Bridgerton girl." your mama, Bertha, firmly says. she was not happy being called by the Queen so early into the new season, especially not over you.

you knew she just saw you as a burden, and the fact that this has happened has obviously made her grow more anger towards you. and for once, you find yourself wanting to push her past her limit, just to see what she would do.

to say Francesca had been a nervous wrack would be an underestimation, she was petrified. from the moment she was shown Lady Whistledown's latest release, to seeing your name and hers, and now having to go see Queen Charlotte had been overwhelming for her.

and for that, the could not stop twiddling with her fingers, her anxious feelings only worsening the situation, specifically because she knows that this could either go wrong or extremely horrible. now she could barely focus on this situation at all, her mama had been talking to her, but Francesca could not focus.

using her hand fan to fan her face, desperately hopping for the nerves to calm down, but they did not. once they have arrived at the castle, her nerves only got worse, she was practically moving without even realizing it. "mama, what if the queen banishes us for good? what if she sends either y/n or I away for good?" Francesca asked her mama, unable to even hide or conceal her nerves at this point.

"Francesca, sweetheart, I know it is scary, but you must know that Lady Danbury, and I, will be by your side. I do not think she will banish one simply for some mere rumors, perhaps she'd even encourage the rumor for her entertainment." Violet spoke, gently grasping her daughter's in her hands, a sign of comfort for the younger lady.

before Francesca could respond another carriage happened to arrive, a carriage Francesca grew all too familiar with. "it seems lady Blackwood and y/n have been called here as well." Francesca told her mama, both of them watching the carriage, Francesca in hopes of seeing y/n and Violet merely out of concern.

Bertha stepped out first, that same serious and judging look on her face, not a hint of a smile or even any sign of happiness, she was merely annoyed, and yet, she hid it perfectly well under her unreadable expression. then, came out young y/n Blackwood, in other circumstances it would have been fine to see them, however Francesca and her mama turned concerned.

when y/n stepped out of the carriage, she had a light bruise, almost faint, on her cheekbone. it was right below her left eye, Francesca had always known Lady Blackwood was not a good women, but to know she h goes as far to mistreat her own child? that was something far more despicable.

"my goodness, y/n, what happened?" Violet asks, approaching both Blackwood women a look of concern on her face, which, of course, caught your mama's attention. the look of fury in her eyes was definitely worth it in your eyes, definitely what you wanted and needed to see.

"oh, she is fine. she just slipped in the bath." Bertha responded, it was a total lie, and she certainly did not seem tired care to say the truth. Lady Bridgerton seemed to believe her, but Francesca, not so much. although, she could not ask, your eyes landed on her, studying her features.

it was as if Francesca only got more and more beautiful with each day and night. there were more stunning women in the ton, no doubt, but in your eyes, Francesca was the only gorgeous women. she was the brightest star among many stars. it is rare to find someone as kind and beautiful as Francesca.

if you could, you would let her know everyday, but you can't. the ton would never let this happen, therefor you looked away, just as a guard ushered you all inside the castle. you and Francesca walking behind your mamas. oh how you missed walking alongside your lover, her scent hitting you deeply.

as you walked side by side your hands occasionally brushed against one another, the urge inside you was hard, to touch her hand, to remove the damn gloves and just touch her bare hands, to kiss and gently caress her skin. your eyes traveled upwards, now on her face, her eyes as lovely as ever, was it just you or had she only gotten more lively?

her cheeks, rosy as ever, you would love to see how red you would be able to make her, whether with kisses, compliments, or even with just words. maybe even the proper attention would have her blushing and flustered as she usually is whenever it come to attention on her. then, your eyes landed on her lips.

her pink lips pulled into a small soft smile, you wondered, what would lips look like if you- "y/n?" your thoughts were interrupted when your name had been called, quickly snapping your eyes away from Francesca and over to Violet, feeling a little embarrassed to have been caught ogling her daughter.

"h-huh? I apologize for my.. attentiveness, what is it you were going to ask?" you ask, giving a soft smile to Violet. she had a knowing gleam in her eyes, as if she knew something that you were not telling them, and of course, it caught her attention, greatly.

"I was just wondering if you were okay. it does not seem you are feeling well."

"oh, it is all but a minor headache." you responded, a lie, but it easily got her to nod her head. fortunately, you all managed to arrive in the throne room, the guards opening the door as you four curtsey in front of Queen Charlotte, she was still wearing that smirk on her face. she was oh so entertained.

and that only made you more nervous. the Queen could be planning anything. and not knowing what was going through her mind made you nervous. “your highness, it is a pleasure to see you.” Violet says, she and Bertha curtsied in front of the Queen.

“A pleasure to always have, I presume?” Queen Charlotte asked, almost uninterested in both of the mamas, but she said nothing. “let me speak to the young ones.” The Queen said,she was interested in speaking to the two young girls.

Francesca stepped forward first, curtsying in front of the Queen, as low as she had gone when she had been first introduced. you followed suit, going just as low as Francesca had gone, both of you curtsying before standing up to your full heights.

lady Danbury was there, you barely noticed. “your highness.” you spoke, a slight crack in your voice due to the nerves, you hated this entire situation so much. seriously why couldn’t you just run away with Francesca to a place where no one will ever find either of you. why were you such a coward.

“such a scandal so early in the season. is there any way Lady Whistledown told the truth, or was she lying?” The queen asked, it was rather obvious she wanted the truth, was Whistledown a liar, or was she telling the truth? regardless of the answer, the only truth the queen wanted was whether you loved Francesca enough to say it out loud or not.

It was now your turn to play your cards. whether you told the truth, or lied to everyone in that room, including Francesca. so, will you be a coward like always, or will you finally stand against your mother for Francesca?

your choice.

[siyalogue]

a member of a popular boy group leaving, that too without any controversy. a member who has had a very clean reputation all throughout his career. the member who was the center of their lore, the one who was the "main vocalist" left the group to pursue his solo career because his music interest were "distinct" as compared to group's music. while yeonjun from txt is a very popular member with a very distinctive music state as compared to txt is doing well in both his solo and group career. So the reason sounds utter bs.

i refuse to believe this is the only reason because this doesn't make any sense. this can't be the only reason. i have a feeling that this won't end well. they were growing so rapidly as a group, now suddenly they removed the member knowing how steps like that affects popularity of both the group as well as the member. It's either another controversy is about to take place, or belift want to debut another boy group and pay more attention to them so they are trying to hinder enhypen's growth as a whole. This is so self destructive on so many levels for belift.

Source music did the same with gfriend when they wanted to debut le serrafim. why debut people when you can't even manage them properly. i have been into kpop for as long as i can remember and i know once the company makes a decision as big as making a member leave, they never bring them back to the group. i don't want to have a fake hope that he would be back in enhypen cause it will just hurt more if he didn't.

also why would he leave when enhypen had their contract renewal next year. why terminate the contract just 1 year before the renewal when he could've easily left the group next year. it was just one more year, fans would've understood about the whole solo career then.

they were happy and giggly not long ago, we all saw it in the china fansign event. literally happened out of the blue.

heeseung, i hope you aren't hurting much. i hope there isn't anything more to this. i hope rest of the enhypen members are coping well, it won't be same. you all forever will be 7 in my heart.

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Sign the Petition

Allow Heeseung to Pursue Solo Activities Without Leaving ENHYPEN

Enhypen is 7, not 6, not 5, 7. There is no way one member would leave all suddenly, especially not when he’s the main member. there is definitely more going on behind the scenes, things they do not want us to know, we have to keep spreading the word. Without Heeseung, there is no Enhypen.

ENHYPEN IS 7.

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Come Back (Buddha Remastered 2001) - The Five Stairsteps

"I'm so mad about you, Mad about you, Don't know what to do without you, Do without you, You're always on my mind, I dream of you all the time."

a/n; okay, so, I may or may not have thought of this when I was in the middle of my sad mood, if I can’t be happy, no one can ahh, but, also, I miss my wife.. so I decided to write for her :D my longest work ever ngl

warnings; homophobia, a lot of judging, secret love affair, lady WhistleDown, lots of drama, angst, forbidden love, reader’s mom lowkey a hater, reader is just really in love but unable to act on them, y/n is lowkey mean, society plays a huge role in y/n's actions and words.

Dearest gentle reader,

A new season has begun, the talk of the ton has started, for this season will be the season of many secrets, this season, another Bridgerton will debut, shall it be a successful season, or will it crumble down as it had the first time?

Although these questions linger, only the future knows what is to come, with that in mind, we shall further wait for more courtings, more loves, and best of all, more gossip.

To the debutants, the best of luck, this season will surely have a lot of surprises.

"Reading the paper again, sister?" Anthony’s voice was heard as he walked into the drawing parlor, funnily enough, it was Francesca reading the paper, usually it is Eloise, perhaps Francesca had beaten her to such a thing.

"Yes, well, after last seasons scandals, I only wished to have gotten more information, perhaps about a certain debutant." Francesca responded, she had woken up early, despite this being her season, she was treating it like a normal day.

To Francesca, it was a normal day, she had woken up early, had gotten dressed and had eaten breakfast, the only difference is that she was debuting for this season today. "Mama’s been raving about my debut since last week." Francesca added, returning to playing the pianoforte.

It was then it occurred to Anthony; Francesca was finally debuting. It was no wonder their mama had been standing outside Francesca’s room, waiting. All while unaware Francesca herself had managed to slip everyone’s grasp.

"That is certainly like mama. Well, if you are ready I shall leave you to your pianoforte." Anthony said, pulling out his pocket watch to check the time, no one ever liked being late to the castle, especially not the first day of the season.

And yet, for once, the Bridgerton’s might be behind schedule. That is what led to the chaos of the family, each one making haste to get to the castle, but it was merely Benedict they were waiting on. "Francesca, sweetie, we must make haste." Violet Bridgerton spoke, ushering her children out the door.

Despite the haste and the chaos, the Bridgerton family managed to seem calm and collected outside. "Mama, you needn’t worry. We all will be there." Francesca attempted to comfort her mother, it had worked, for a bit. Until Violet began to ramble, again.

This debut season was important, to Violet. She had to prepare her 6th born daughter into debuting for this season and preparing for marriage, it had been easy with Daphne, but Francesca was not Daphne, at all. Francesca was herself, a wallflower with a bit of shyness.

While Violet was amidst her rambling, Francesca’s eyes were on someone else. Not her family, not the carriage, not even Penelope’s family in the house across the street, but rather on her. Y/n Blackwood. The one who had held Francesca’s heart for some time.

Y/n did not know of this, after the scandal during Daphne’s season, and with Eloise last season, y/n had been forbidden from ever interacting or being near Francesca. But that did not stop Francesca from ever wanting to be with her, ever.

"..cesca? Darling, we must get going." Violet called in a hastened voice, ushering Francesca into the carriage, with a soft sigh, Francesca nodded and forced herself to look away, getting into the carriage with her mama, Benedict, Hyacinth, and Gregory. And yet, throughout the ride, Francesca could only remember those (e/c) eyes, the ones she loved so much.

The only one who knew of these feelings was Daphne, she had been understanding of Francesca’s sadness. For a little backstory, Francesca and y/n had actually been friends since they were kids, and when Francesca had left during Daphne’s season to head to the countryside of bath, with hers and her siblings Aunt Winnie, Francesca and y/n had contacted through letters.

Letters that Francesca still kept. Until one day, y/n had stopped responding, and when she had returned, Francesca had found it why. Nobody ever liked scandals, or even being around anyone in a scandal, ever. At least not y/n’s mother.

Francesca was pulled out of her thoughts when the carriage had stopped, this entire time, Francesca had been lost in her mind to even realize they had arrived at the castle. She didn’t speak, not even as she followed after her mama.

Violet always knew her daughter was more reserved and silent, but this time, she was unusually more silent. "You look wonderful sweetie. No doubt you’ll be the diamond of the season." Violet assured, helping Francesca fix herself.

"Thank you, mama." Francesca smiled softly, although that did little to help her worries, but she wasn’t worried about the Queen, or her debut, she was more worried for y/n. The two were in the same room, and y/n definitely felt the same way.

You didn’t expect your debut season to come this quickly, and yet it had. After the success of last season, specifically within your siblings, the pressure had tripled for you. Your mama had been nothing but annoyed this entire morning.

She constantly compared you to your siblings, belittling you on behalf of your siblings. You were deemed as the least attractive sibling, as the more unwanted and undesirable sibling. But none of that mattered to you.

Since the fallout between your family and The Bridgerton family, you had not spoken to Francesca, you missed the Bridgerton family, they were very kind and friendly to you, and yet, one scandal had caused your mama to forbid any interaction to them.

And that included Francesca. Perhaps that is why your mama held so much disgust to you, because she knew. She had discovered the secret letters you had been sending to Francesca, and had forced you to burn all the letters, and then she took away your stationary.

"You are not to speak, look or ever be caught near Francesca or any Bridgerton. Shall you be found near them, I will ensure your punishment is not taken lightly." Your mama spoke, she had seen the glance you had shared with Francesca moments before you had entered the carriage.

You had merely nodded, unable to find any words, it seems your throat had failed you in that moment, and it had. The ride to the castle was tense, and it only got worse when you arrived to the castle. You were in the waiting room with other debutants.

And there she was, standing with her mama, nervous as ever, Francesca Bridgerton. Your chest felt heavy with unsaid words, your eyes could not help but study her, all of her. That gown, that white gown looked so gorgeous on her. Her beauty could not be compared, ever.

Even the paintings around the castle could not make you feel the way you did whenever Francesca was around. There was a certain beauty to anything and everything, but in that moment, only Francesca’s beauty could make you feel that way. That burning sensation in your chest, your palms all sweaty.

"Do not look at her." A harsh voice spoke, grabbing your arm, that feeling of dread filling you again, reminding you that no matter what, Francesca was out of reach. "You shall not drag our family name through the dirt by being infatuated with her. You are a Blackwood, act like it." Your mama spat under her breath, giving you a sharp glare.

"I apologize mama, I did not mean to look at her." You apologized meekly, but it meant nothing, you didn’t care about the apology. You didn’t care about this being forbidden, you just wanted to speak to Francesca. To tell her the truth.

"You will find a husband this season. And you shall forget this.. unforgivable feeling you have for her. You are not a sapphist. You are a Blackwood. And you will bear children with your husband." Your mother firmly stated, keeping a tight grip on your arm, to keep you in place.

It made you squirm, that feeling of her cold hand, her nails digging into your arm, it was too much, and yet, you nodded your head. "Yes, mama. I shall find a husband and be married by the end of this season." You assured her, but she didn’t loosen her grip at all, only keeping you still.

"Perfect. Your sisters were easier to handle than you are. What a shame it is to have you as my daughter." Your mama said, she held a lot of resentment and anger towards you, and she never bothered to hide it, it was always easy to see.

"I know I am a disappointment to you, but I will forever be your daughter, regardless of the fact that we both hate it." You responded, only earning yourself a sharper glare, and you knew you were definitely in trouble for that one statement. But you also knew it hit a sharp blow in her feelings.

"Ladies, we shall begin soon." A guard spoke, cutting all conversation happening in the room, there were mixed feelings of excitement, nerves and very few who felt frustrated. And also the occasional feeling of worry, but, every young lady was there with their mama.

It was only a shame your mama had resented you so much. You envied every other debutant, their mothers were much nicer and kinder than your own mama was, and you hated it. Not as much as you hated being away from Francesca. You’d give anything to have her back, to have her with you, again.

Sighing softly, you pushed away those sad feelings, fixing your gown and gloves. There was no time for sadness, not now.

One by one, each debutant was called, and each time the room got less and less crowded. But that did not help Francesca at all, that feeling in her chest got stronger and stronger, and then, both Francesca and y/n were alone with their mamas.

"Such a lovely day, is it not, Lady Blackwood?" Violet spoke, cutting into the awkward silence. Of course, your mother plastered on a fake smile, she had to keep her appearance of a kind and friendly woman, even if she was anything but.

"It is such a lovely day. Francesca looks lovely, does she not dear?" Lady Blackwood spoke, and suddenly, all eyes turned to you. Francesca included, that feeling returned as you looked into her beautiful brown eyes, her soft locks slicked back into a beautiful style that showed off her face, just the way you liked it.

The lighting in the room and the paintings made her look ethereal, to anyone else, she was beautiful, but to you, she was the most perfect and stunning woman, ever. Not even the heavens above or the stars in the sky could ever compare to the beauty she held. Perhaps it was just the Bridgerton gene.

"Y/n? I believe I asked you a question." Your mama spoke again, keeping that kind smile despite the fact that you could see the disgust in her eyes at the sight of you staring at Francesca. Ever since she found out the truth, your mama has hated you.

"H-huh? Oh, yes. Mama is right, you look rather lovely Francesca." You spoke with a gentle nod and a soft smile, you wanted to say more, but you knew better, both you and Francesca were women, there could be no love between you both. Not when the ton would shame you both.

"Thank you." Francesca thanked you both, in all honesty, she had been feeling very nervous about this whole ordeal, specifically over the fact that you both had not spoken in over a year now. At her words, your heart swooned with sadness and despair, you wished you could tell her the truth and admit as to what had happened, but you couldn't. And you wouldn't.

"as do you, y/n. you look as lovely as ever." Lady Bridgerton said, smiling at you. it filled the hole of sadness that you had been feeling ever since that day your mama had forced you to stop being around the Bridgertons. sighing softly, you merely nodded with a smile, one that didn't quite reach your eyes.

"Miss y/n Blackwood. presented by her mother, Lady Blackwood." the guard's voice cut into the awkwardness, it was your turn to be presented to the queen, inhaling a sharp breath you stood before the doors, prepared for your entrance.

"best of luck." Francesca muttered, you nodded your head at that. you would've spoken up, but the words seemed to be failing you at the moment. and you knew why. not because of the queen, but because of your mama. you had a reputation to uphold, and you knew you couldn't afford to ruin it by liking another women.

walking down the aisle, you kept your head up high, a gracing smile on your lips. your sisters had never been diamonds, the only one who had had been Daphne, and Edwina. but it had never been your own family, so you didn't really have any sort of expectations for this season at all.

Queen Charlotte looked bored, almost. yet there was that hint of knowing in her eyes, the same ones she's had whenever she thinks she could know the future ahead of everyone else. specifically when it came to debutants and marriages, her eyes narrowed as you bowed in front of her.

it seems everyone was anxious, holding their breaths. your mama was bowing beside you, she knew you would never be the diamond season, she deemed you weren't pretty enough to be the diamond. but, to her surprise, the queen stood up. it was a tense moment between everyone.

her gloved hand reached out, lifting your chin up to her face. "That was exceptionally stunning, my dear." she spoke to you before placing a kiss on your forehead. that was the sign, Y/n Blackwood was now the diamond of the season. your mama was shocked but kept her composure. the bridgertons were surprised from where they stood on the sides like everyone else.

but no one was more shocked than you were, you? the diamond of the season? it seemed almost impossible, and yet you were the diamond. keeping your smile and head high. you walked back out of the throne room, yet your worries did not lessen, if anything you became more anxious. as the diamond of the season, this means you have more of a reputation to uphold.

and that means you'll have to give up Francesca, for good. you couldn't do that, but you also could not put your own family and life at jeopardy. how you wished to be allowed to scream your feelings at the top of your lungs. but you couldn't, and for that, you will forever burn for none other than Francesca Bridgerton. the girl who managed to steal your heart.

the beginning of the season always held a ball for the ton and the debutants, that means men were allowed to start meeting young women who were ready to be courted and married. that also meant being able to dance with women they fancy, in this case, it ment the diamond of the season would be particularly busy.

that is what Francesca hated. when she had arrived at the ball, arm in arm with her eldest brother, she had expected the ball to bustling with mamas pressuring their children into talking and dancing with suitors, however, nothing could ever prepare her for the sight she was now seeing.

despite being around her family, she was staring straight to where you stood, surrounded by suitors, this was only natural as you were the diamond of the season, but that did not mean that Francesca had to like it or enjoy it at all, she hated it, but knew better than to ever speak about it to anyone.

Francesca felt as though something were wrong with her, she did not understand these feelings. she was not meant to feel this way for a women, ever. she had been taught that it was always women with men, that women could only be friends with women but never have any romantic feelings for another women, at all.

that is a sin. and Francesca came from a family that wanted children, that meant she had to bear the children of a man. it did not work that way with women. looking away, Francesca felt that pang of sadness, that feeling of longing, she couldn't stand seeing your laughter, seeing you happy while being surrounded by men.

"mama, I am feeling rather ill. perhaps I could go outside for fresh air?" Francesca spoke, looking at her mama. violet had been in the midst of a conversation, but. upon hearing her daughters words, she couldn't help the concern that filled her.

"of course dear, is everything alright? shall I have Anthony fetch the carriage to take us back home?" violet asked, her hand gently reaching out to touch her daughter's shoulder, out of concern, and in case Francesca were to be feeling slightly sick or lightheaded in any way.

"do not concern yourself mama, I simply wish to seek some air. I shall make haste if anything were wrong." Francesca responded, a reassuring smile on her face, violet nodded and watched her leave the ballroom, heading in the direction of the gardens.

but violet had not been the only one to see her leave, while you had been amidst a conversation, your eyes had naturally found Francesca's body leaving the ballroom, which had you feeling a pang of longing, to be near her. seeing as your mama was busy in a conversation, you excused yourself and slipped through the shadows, following after Francesca.

the gardens were rather empty, and quiet, aside from Francesca's figure in the mere distance, you had walked completely unsuspected, no one had seen either of you slip away. ".. Francesca..?" you hesitantly called out, walking closer to her, the distant sound of the music playing could hardly be heard.

Francesca was surprised to hear your voice, pleasantly so, her heart throbbed with joy, she turned to look at you, a soft smile gracing her face. "y/n. I have missed you." Francesca spoke, the smile on her face was finally genuine, the lighting in the garden only made her look more ethereal in that moment. you hated the way your heart thumped just for her, her and her smile.

"I apologize. after.. the scandals, mama did not see fit for me to respond or return to our.. friendship." you replied, averting you gaze from her face, you could not bare to see her face, not for what you were about to say and do. "Francesca I think it is best we never interact." you said, keeping a straight face and staring ahead at the beautiful flowers in the distance.

when you had said those words, Francesca's smile slowly faded from her face, her eyes studying your expression, her eyes grew dimmer, softer with sadness, her hand had originally reached out for you, now fell limp by her side. "what do you mean, you can't seriously be saying that now?" Francesca spoke, feeling confusion and sadness all at once.

"I mean what I said. we are both women, we are not meant to be together. the ton would look at us with shame and disgust, our mamas would not be okay with this. I regret everything between us, and we shall forget this." you explained, your words were a little harsh, but it was the truth. you couldn't continue this, it was forbidden and a sin, the ton would be disappointed.

"I do not understand. how can you say this when you told me you loved me? how can you throw us away for the ton?" Francesca asks, which prompted you to look over at her, and you would forever regret this moment. her beautiful eyes filled with sadness and pain, but also with betrayal, a frown on her face, you had always hated seeing her upset, and now you were the reason behind her sadness.

"I'm sorry, Francesca. but I can't be with you." you stated, in that moment Francesca's heart fell, her eyes watering at your words, she didn't even respond, instead, she simply turned and faced the garden. you sighed and watched her back, wanting to reach out to comfort her, but you didn't.

instead you turned and walked away like the coward you were, suddenly the ball wasn't as entertaining or fun as it had been. nothing could ever get that image out of your head, Francesca's sad eyes, her sad frown, you hated it. "I did was you said, mama." you told your mama, a smile took over her face and she nodded proudly.

"wonderful darling. you'll forget about her soon enough." your mama said, continuing to talk about different suitors, all while you listened, like always, you always listened to her, never ever talking back or disobeying her, you couldn't. meanwhile, Francesca had returned from the gardens, she couldn't find it in herself to fake being happy.

"Anthony, I am not feeling well." Francesca told Anthony, he had been amidst conversation with his wife, Viscountess Kate Bridgerton, when Francesca had approached him, he would've said no, but seeing the unusual sadness, it made him hesitate before agreeing with finally leaving.

"of course, Francesca, we shall take our leave now." Anthony said, Kate only agreed as well, she had been waiting to leave as well, but even she was concerned for Francesca. as they took their leave, the rest of the bridgertons stayed behind for a bit longer.

you had seen them leave, but only turned your attention back to the men around you. no amount of dancing, conversation or music could distract you that night, not when Francesca had been so sad from your earlier interaction, and not when you hated yourself even more for everything that had happened.

you could only wish and be grateful that no one else had seen your interaction with Francesca.

'what have I done?' was the only thing running through your mind at the moment. when you had woken up earlier that day, you had expected today to be normal, to run smoothly, but, fate had other plans, and funnily enough, everything you had hoped for, had gone extremely wrong.

it turns out that someone had indeed seen you and Francesca last night in the garden, none other than Lady Whistledown had written it on that morning's paper, your mama had managed to get the newest edition of Lady Whistledown. and it just so happened to be about you, not in a positive way.

Dearest gentle reader,

The new diamond of the season has been chosen, we congratulate y/n Blackwood, the first ever Blackwood daughter to ever be a diamond of a new season. last night, she had surely been busy with all her new suitors and friends.

But that's not all, last night she was seen talking to none other than Francesca Bridgerton, the two best friends had had a falling out in the previous 2 seasons, among it all, they had said to have sent letters to each other. declarations of friendship, or perhaps, love?

It seems y/n had told the other women she loved her. I ask you, gentle reader, is it some form of love between two friends, or is it an actual forbidden love towards each other? I wish them both a happy life, and good luck.

after reading Lady Whistledown's newest pamphlet, you couldn't help but feel dread, your hidden secret is now spread all over the ton, with Francesca's name. the secret was out, and now, you were dealing with the worst part of it all: the disgust your family had for you.

of course they were disgusted, your sisters and their husbands stared at you as if you were crazy, as if you had seriously lost your mind, your mama was already starting to berate you and shame you. but the worst of all, your father's reaction. your whole life you had always wanted your father's love and affection, but now, he seemed to hate you.

such a family you had. due to being lost in your thoughts, your mama grew furious at the sight of you not speaking, a harsh slap broke you out of your thoughts, your head turning slightly to the side, your cheek was burning from pain, you could feel the sting from the slap. and yet it didn't hurt.

"do you have any idea what shame you have caused with this scandal?!" your mama shouted at you, no one was defending you, no one would defend you, you were forced to defend yourself, but even then you wouldn't be able to defend yourself.

"I apologize, mama, I never meant-" you were cut off by another slap, this time a harsher one. your mama seemed entirely too furious toe ver care about whatever you were saying or going to say, in her eyes, you ruined the family reputation.

"I do not wish to hear it young lady, you are to stay in your room until we figure something out." your mama firmly said, sending you off to your room, you had no choice but to oblige, so you left the drawing parlor and headed upstairs.

even at a distance you could hear your family talking about you, saying such.. disgraceful stuff all because of Lady Whistledown. you hated it, your eyes filled with tears, this entire situation was mad, your family was now having a reason to hate you, and you have no one to go to. no one at all.

life had a cruel way of messing with you.

as for Francesca, she had a different way of dealing with the situation, Eloise was upset, not because of the news, but because she knew who the writer was, last season Eloise had found out that Lady Whistledown just so happened to be her own best friend. the betrayal had hurt her a lot, and it has only worsened now that Francesca had a scandal.

Anthony was more on the confused side, when had Francesca ever been involved in such a bad way, it was usually some other family member, or a different family in general. Benedict seemed more knowing, like he had known this was coming, or as if he had suspected it and barely got his answer.

Colin and Gregory were not present, as the two were outside playfully fencing with one another. it was Gregory who had asked for it to happen, as he wanted to get better at playing rather than actually trying to care for whatever scandal was happening.

Hyacinth did not seem to understand why it was such a bad thing, to her, love was natural, whether it was between siblings, friends, family or lovers. nothing could ever make love be a bad thing, the one that mattered most to Francesca was her mama's reaction.

"sweetheart, you know you cannot be with another women." Violet kindly spoke to her, violet had always known that Francesca was different, not in a bad way, but in a way that Francesca was special. Francesca had a beautiful way of living life. "it is against the ton, and the queen would never approve." violet further explained, Francesca knew her mama was right, this was wrong.

"I know mama. but I can not help it, I love her and I know she loves me." Francesca firmly said, and that caused her family to stop what they were doing to look at her. "mama, the letters she would send me, the way she would look at me, it was everything you said papa would do to you." Francesca explained, her voice had softened a lot, much like her eyes had softened as well.

it was then it occurred to Violet, not only did her daughter seem to confident, but Francesca also seemed to be very much in love with y/n, much like she herself had been in love with Edmund. "well, if you know she loves you, how are you going to act? the ton would not approve, much less the queen." violet asked, it was still weird and unusual, two women, in love.

"I do not know, but for her, I am willing to go against any rules." Francesca spoke, her siblings couldn't help but share a fond smile, they had never seen their behave this way towards anyone, ever. just then, two royal guards entered the drawing room, causing all of them to tense.

"the queen has requested to see Miss Francesca Bridgerton and her mama, Viscountess Widower Violet Bridgerton." the guard spoke, handing a paper over to violet, obviously the queen would want to see them, but perhaps y/n would be going as well, at the thought of that, Francesca felt her heart swoon and swell.

they could only worry and be nervous over what the queen would say to them, or, rather, what she would do, this situation felt very nerve-racking, and somehow, it seemed like it would only get worse from here on out.

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Uptown Girl - Billy Joel

"Just because I’m in love with an uptown girl. You know I’ve seen her in her uptown world, she’s getting tired of her high class toys."

mike wheeler x reader

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à/n; thanks for the patience, more chapters coming soon, along with a whole new series and a master list. also!! i have chosen to try and write the pov of the right side group as well, this chapter is mainly Mike, Derek and the upside down duo!!

italics - reader’s memories

After their little debrief, the group had chosen to send Derek undercover to the military base, where the other kids had apparently been taken to, they had to ensure he was not suspected or killed.

As Derek walked up, he looked around, he’s never done this before, so he was a little nervous, but it also added to the act, if he showed a bit of nerves, they would believe him. Just then, a military officer seemed to have noticed him.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing? Can’t you see, kid? No trespassing." The officer spoke, while some officers followed, one had their gun ready, another stood at a distance with their gun ready and two stood behind the officer speaking to him.

This was intimidating, understandably so. "Right, i see that officer, it’s just, my school is missing." Derek said, raising his hands in a gesture that showed he was not a threat or a bad guy, the officer didn’t believe him for a second, just a second.

The officers shared a look, as Derek looked between them as well, the guns were intimidating to him, he usually never was intimidated. The first officer eventually signaled for the gates to open, he shoved Derek forward, uncaring about the grunt Derek let out at that.

Had it not been important, Derek would’ve said something. The same officer kept a hold on Derek’s backpack, as if ensuring Derek wouldn’t run away, as if Derek could either way. Officers were stationed in many places.

Walking inside, Derek saw many officers walking around or in different positions checking the many weapons they had. It was all so intimidating, yet Derek walked with no expression, he did look around, in case anything was important to the plan.

"Move it." The officer said, cutting through Derek’s thoughts and shoving him forward, again. Derek continued walking, with the three officers following behind him. "Holy shit are those laser blasters?" Derek asked as a military convoy drove by.

In his defense, it did look like a laser blaster. "Might just be. And they’ll blast you if you don’t keep moving." The officer spoke, continuing to push Derek to keep walking. To Derek, it seriously felt like the officer was good at pushing people.

Inside the bunker, the kids were chaotic. They had been nervous earlier, and now they had gotten back to being chaotic as usual. Some kids running around, some jumping on the beds, but there were very few who just spoke to friends.

Kids laughter was heard, even as their teacher seemed stressed. "Boys." The teacher called, walking up to them. "Can’t get me!" One kid taunted the other, the two running around with pillows, trying to hit one another for fun.

"Boys!" The teacher called again, following after the two of them, catching up and reaching for the pillows. "All right. Absolutely not." She said, behind her, by the door to the entrance of the bunker, Derek walked in with the officers behind him.

Not a single student batted an eye, too busy being chaotic, but the officer sitting behind the desk by the front door noticed the four, while an officer behind him did some paperwork. "Woah, woah, woah, woah." The officer said, having to pull Derek back from trying to walk further in.

"This is private Chapman, you do exactly as he says." The officer spoke, private Chapman stood up from sitting down. "You got any questions, direct them to him." The officer added, putting his hands on his hips and looking back at private Chapman.

"Where might i.. relieve myself?" Derek asked.

Back at WSQK: The Squawk, the group was outside, on the side of the building, with Murray, they had asked for some stuff for their plan. "Breaking bar," Murray said, handing the breaking bar he had been asked for over.

"Shovel, five safety goggles. A surveyor’s wheel. And, hold for applause." Murray said, the others simply watched as he walked with a light jog back to the back of his van, seemingly having something so exciting for them.

"Santa’s sleigh is ready for his reindeer." Murray stated, opening a door that lead to the a secret room, with stuff set up for the kids. "We got built-in benches, seat belts, foam padding. Everything a kidnapped child could desire." He informed, that actually was not worded in a good way, but whatever.

"Foam padding?" Joyce asked in slight disbelief.

"Don’t want to break any eggs en route, now do we?" Murray asked, slightly sarcastic.

"I’m in. Do you copy? Repeat, I’m in. Do you copy?" Derek’s voice cut in through the walkie talkie, Will, Mike and Lucas looked over, while Joyce scurried to take the walkie talkie out of her pocket.

"Yes, yes, we copy. where are you?" Joyce asked after pulling the antenna of the walkie talkie out to speak to Derek.

"Bathroom. Back stall. 45 of my paces from the front entrance." Derek replied back, he was sitting on a toilet in the stall, the walkie talkie in one hand, the other simply holding his lunchbox in his lap.

"Good job. Now round up anyone who’s seen Mr. Whatsit, and we’ll be there soon." Joyce instructed, the plan was simple to understand. "And remember, you’re not dipshit Derek. You’re-" She was cut off by Derek.

"Delightful Derek." Derek responded, harshly pushing the antenna back into place and putting the walkie talkie inside his lunch box while standing up from the toilet to walk back outside.

He used his chewed gum to stick the paper on the door, ‘Out Of Order,’ plastered in red ink on the paper, the paper was to help them use said toilet stall to get the kids out of there safely.

In the upside down, Hopper and El were still stuck together. Hopper was waiting while El used a pole to hold her foot up, untying her shoelaces. "Okay, once you get that gate open, and I’m inside.." Hopper spoke.

El huffed a soft breath, putting her foot back down and handing her shoe to Hopper. "You lead." She responded, moving to put her other foot on the pole.

"That’s right."

"And you?"

"I will destroy your kryptonite, don’t worry." Hopper assured as El handed her other shoe over to him. "Okay." He softly sighed out, stretching a hand out to gently hold her shoulder, in a comforting gesture.

Hopper could only watch as El walked off, to do her part of the plan, yet he had to wait for his cue. He knew El could do it, but that wasn’t enough to calm him down, he had taken care of her for long, naturally he was worried for her.

El walked as quietly as she could, even with her shoes off, the sound of squelching could be heard as she stepped on the vines that lay all on the floor in the upside down.

Looking straight ahead, her attention was firmly focused on the military base in the upside down. She and Hopper had found out about this place via a military officers mind, of course the military had kept this secret.

Or, rather tried to. The military secret was something the group had suspected. Using her fingers, El timed the sound of the thunder, she had to be cautious with not messing it up. They couldn’t afford to get caught by the military officers.

On his end, Hopper was using binoculars to watch over Eleven, to both ensure her safety, and in case she gets caught or something happens to her. Once the thunder crackled loudly, El fixed her bandana mask over her face and ran off.

"All right, come on. You got this." Hopper whispered to himself, continuing to watch over El. "You got this." He repeated, a little more quietly than the first time. As expected, Eleven managed to do the high jump and land safely on the top of the main building.

She landed without a sound, the scientist inside had not heard. Whether luck was on her side, or not, El had managed to successfully get inside. But the plan was not that simple, she still had more to do. Sliding down, she landed on the ledge of the roof, catching her breath for a few seconds.

Hopper had exhaled sharply, he hadn’t even realized he had been holding his breath. But that came with the concern he had over Eleven. Jumping down from the roof she was on, she managed to land on the roof that was a bit lower than the high one she had landed on.

At least that was an easy jump. She ran to the other side of the roof, now she just had to time the thunder with her jump, again. This time it was to land on the guard post, where one military officer was standing on duty.

"Wait, you’re too early. You’re too early." Hopper tried to advice her, she was indeed early, but El didn’t seem to care. She took off in a slight run, jumping and alerting the guard since she had clattered against the edge of the guardpost. "God." Hopper complained with a slight grunt.

The military guard walked towards the edge, his gun pointed and ready to shoot, but he didn’t get a chance. "Sorry." Eleven apologized, looking up at the guy and tilting her neck, causing the guards head to snap at her movement.

His body fell over the edge and landed with a thud on the ground, his gun right next to him. Eleven jumped down and took his security card, sliding it on the security door lock and opening the gate for Hopper.

"You trying to give your old man a heart attack?" Hopper asked while Eleven took her shoes from him. "Nice job, by the way." He added and walked past her, Eleven let the door close behind her with a soft creaking sound.

While Eleven leaned against the door to put her shoes back on, Hopper stood a few feet away, he, as usual, was keeping watch in case any other military officer came out. "Hop?" El called after some moments of silence between them.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For teaching me. And trusting me."

"Always." Hopper responded and turned to walk off, to lead the way further into the military base, while Eleven fixed her shoes and pushed off the door, following after Hopper.

"The day of reckoning has begun. With this in mind, I’ve been sent by Mr. Whatsit to retrieve the chosen ones. If you’ve been visited by Mr. Whatsit, speak now. And when night falls, follow me to the latrine, and I will lead you to our savior, to safety." Derek said, speaking to an unamused group of his classmates. They probably thought he was crazy now or something.

Derek had seriously underestimated how hard it would take to convince his classmates that Mr. Whatsit was actually an evil person, and it was making him look crazy rather than trustworthy. But he still tried to convince them.

"Derek’s gone mental." The main girl stated, turning to her friend, the two seemingly sharing an amused glance. The other kids giggled and laughed as they all began to walk off and away from Derek.

"The monsters are coming and you’re all gonna die." Derek called after them before he sarcastically laughed at them.

"Derek?" Debbie, another classmate called, she had approached Derek, she had been listening from a distance and he had caught her attention with what he had been talking about to them. "Were you talking about Henry?" Debbie asked.

It was then that it clicked to Derek, maybe they didn’t know his name as Mr. Whatsit, rather as Henry, the innocent man who was supposedly helping them all through this horrible situation.

And maybe, Debbie could help him with getting the other students to come to him.

I think I’m gonna start writing longer chapters. Maybe I should, it’ll help with keeping me focused on this series. And my Harry Potter series is coming soon !!

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• 𝗜 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗦𝘂𝗿𝘃𝗶𝘃𝗲 - 𝗚𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗮 𝗚𝗮𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗿

"𝘿𝙞𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙄’𝙙 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚? 𝘿𝙞𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙄’𝙙 𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙞𝙚? 𝙊𝙝 𝙣𝙤, 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙄, 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚."

Mike Wheeler x gn!reader

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summary; you succeeded in getting Holly to the cave, and got her to trust you, without her trust, Henry had no way of manipulating you, and that was your proudest achievement. The question now is how do you get her and yourself out, safely?

warnings; none(?)

a/n; I apologize for the delay and lack of fanfics, I have been very .. troubled, and for that I will release 2 chapters today. I’ve been debating writing special chapters but I lowkey don’t think I’m ready for that yet! and final news, I will probably drop a fanfic series soon from season 1 of stranger things to s5 but we’ll see. sorry for the cliff hanger on reader & Holly’s part.

Italics - past memories

regular - current moment

"Where are we going?"

"My home."

"Well, I can’t go far. I came here to meet Henry. Do you know Henry?"

"Yeah, you could say that."

"Well, He left me this note. See? And he told me to meet him right here, at the X. I think he’s in trouble with the monsters."

"Henry is a lot of things, but in trouble with the monsters is not one of them."

"No, but look, look the note says-"

"Holly, I know what the note says."

"Then how do you know he’s not in trouble? He said hurry!"

"Holly, I know what the note says because Henry didn’t write it. I did." You spoke, turning to Holly, you had stopped by the entrance of the cave, mid rant of Holly talking about Henry and how he could be in danger somewhere.

A look of shock crossed her face for a second, you had just told her the truth about the note. The one you had written to get her out of the house. "I don’t.. I don’t understand." Holly spluttered out, she had firmly believed Henry had been in danger.

"I’m sorry. I didn’t want to lie, I.. I just.. had to make sure that you came here." You apologized, feeling a bit bad since she had genuinely been concerned for Henry. But you had to get her here, and if it had required lying, then so be it.

"You’re one of them, aren’t you?"

"One of what?"

"The monsters."

"Do I look like a monster?"

"I don’t know. Maybe you’re in disguise. You’re dressed weird and you’re in a coma."

"Okay. Well, would a monster know that your brother tried to get a mohawk until your sister stopped him, saving him from possibly the greatest social humiliation, that a freshman has ever experienced in Hawkins high?"

"What color was this mohawk?"

"Hot orange. It’s not really a "hot orange," sort of just a very vibrant orange. Unless it really is a hot orange, maybe just not to me." You said, shrugging your shoulders, turning and walking into the cave, leaving Holly outside alone.

She followed only a few seconds later, looking around at the cave, almost in amazement. "Come on." You called to her, waiting for her to follow you further into the cave. "Welcome." You said, standing off to the side with Holly.

She looked around, seeing all the furniture pieces you had in your cave home, the same furniture you had stolen from Vecna. Henry, somehow. Holly walked up to some furniture, looking around at all the stuff you had laying around, even the bookshelf you had set up.

"Hey, it even comes with a view." You spoke up, motioning to the hole the cave had, with a rock ledge there. You walked up the ledge first, Holly following after you up there. The view was beautiful, overlooking miles and miles of caves.

"Where are we?" Holly asks in surprise, turning to you when you spoke. "In a memory. Which exists inside a world of 1,000 memories." You stated, looking at the view before turning to Holly.

"I know it might look nice, but it’s not. This place, this world, it’s a prison. Henry’s prison." You admitted, watching Holly turn to look over the view, again. It was a prison, with a beautiful view, but a prison nonetheless. No way out.

"Vecna’s curse, it never goes away. Never leaves you. With each victim that he took, he created a gate."

"A gate to the upside down?"

"When he took me, he opened the fourth, final gate splitting Hawkins in two."

"Wait, but if Mr. Whatsit, I mean, Henry, took you, how are you here?" Holly asks, genuinely confused by everything you’re telling her. It didn’t make sense, how were you in a coma in Hawkins but alive here in Henry’s mind..

"You mean, shouldn’t I be dead?" You ask, watching Holly fidget with her hands, almost like she felt guilty for asking that question. "It’s okay, it’s a fair question. I definitely should be." You said, you weren’t upset, it was a fair question.

"And, for a moment.. I was." You said, the memories of your death coming back to you. "I don’t know how long I was gone. But, then I felt something.. calling to me." You stated, recalling the times of being stuck in a horrible place. Far worse than this cave.

𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘥, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥.. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴.

𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘰𝘧𝘧, 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦. 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴. 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴.. 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦.

𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭, 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘏𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺.

"𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺. 𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘵. 𝘛𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 50 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴." 𝘈 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘑𝘰𝘺𝘤𝘦? 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘑𝘰𝘺𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘺𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺? "𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴." 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥.

"𝘑𝘰𝘺𝘤𝘦! 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴?" 𝘢 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦. "𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘰𝘯." 𝘑𝘰𝘺𝘤𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦’𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘥? 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦.. 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵.

"𝘍𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩." 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩, 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘑𝘰𝘺𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥, "𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵, 𝘫𝘦𝘳𝘬." 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘱, 𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵.

"Somehow, I was in another time." You told Holly, "Hawkins. 30 years ago." You said, watching Holly while she looked back at you, like she was thinking of something. "Timetravel," She said, looking full convinced you had traveled in time.

"Only, I wasn’t actually there. Not really, I was just.. an observer." You corrected her.

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘏𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩, 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 1959, 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘑𝘰𝘺𝘤𝘦, 𝘒𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭. 𝘭𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴. 𝘏𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘺 𝘊𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘒𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯, 𝘛𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘑𝘰𝘺𝘤𝘦. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘑𝘰𝘺𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘭𝘺𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳. 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘏𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵, 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘑𝘰𝘺𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥? 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮? 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭? 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥.

"And that’s when I understood. I was trapped inside Henry’s mind, his memories. Like a nightmare prison world, ruled by an evil psychopathic piece of shit." You explained to Holly, just like now, you both were stuck inside of Henry’s mind, in his memories.

"Like Camazotz." Holly suddenly said. "Cama.. what?" You asked in confusion, had she really thought of.. whatever Camazotz was? "Camazotz. From a Wrinkle in Time." Holly specified.

"Never read it."

"You should. It’s amazing. Camazotz is like this dark planet that’s under the control of IT, which is this giant disembodied, evil brain. Anyways, Meg’s dad.. Meg’s the main character. he gets taken prisoner there. So, Henry’s kinda like IT, and you’re kinda like Meg’s dad." Holly explained to you, and it was oddly the same thing.

"Okay. Well.. I don’t know if Meg’s dad would agree, but the way I see it, when you’re a prisoner in a messed up prison world, you really only have a few doors open to you." You spoke, seeing her eyebrows furrow in slight confusion. "Door one, you take your own life. Door two, accept your fate, or, door three.."

"You escape." Holly finished for you, seemingly already knowing what you were going to say to her. "I chose door three." You agreed. "That seems like the best door." Holly agreed with a gentle nod of her head. She would also like to escape.

"So, I kept moving. From memory to memory." You spoke, standing up and beginning to pace a little in front of her. "Only, this place is a maze. I became lost, I took many turns, and ended up back where I started." You admitted to her, hands crossed under your chest.

Holly was listening to every word, focusing on you and your story. She couldn’t ever believe Henry being a bad person, but, then again, she knew you. You were dating her brother, and you wouldn’t lie to her, right? You weren’t a liar.

"Then, I heard.. him. Billy Joel." You told her, watching her face turn from fully focused to suddenly being confused. She’d never heard Billy Joel before, and she didn’t know him.

"Who’s Billy Joel? Are you cheating on my brother?"

"What? Holly, no." You couldn’t help but chuckle at her assumption. "I can see how you’d be confused, but, no, I would never cheat on Mike, you know this." You responded with a small smile, you would never cheat on Mike.

´She’s been living in her white bread world.’

You heard the song, pausing in the middle of leaving the bloodied rainbow room, turning around, you faced a white like window, with no glass on it. Weird, this has never happened before.

"Music has a way of finding you, even in the darkest of places. Mike had used it before, to guide me out of Vecna’s mind. Back to reality." You told Holly, she focused back on your words, paying really close attention now.

‘As long as anyone with hot blood can.’

You put your ear close to the white window, listening closely to the other side, as best as you could, placing a gentle hand on the white screen, you gently tapped to hear the sound.

"So, the music you could hear was coming from the real world? From my brother, Mike?" Holly asked, a little confused, she was trying to understand you, but she also couldn’t, not a lot.

"After all this time, Mike never gave up on me." You said, feeling a little emotional that your boyfriend had never once given up on you, not even when things got tough.

"Doesn’t sound like Mike." Holly blurted out, before realizing what she had said. "Sorry, it’s just.. Mike isn’t the patient type of guy, you know?" She apologized, not wanting her words to be misinterpreted.

"It’s okay, I get what you mean. He really isn’t the patient type is he?" You chuckled, Holly nodded with a slight chuckle. She was glad you weren’t offended by her words. Her brother wasn’t patient, ever, that’s why she had been surprised by your words.

"If you follow this music, then what?" Holly asks, focusing back on the topic at hand. She still wanted to find out the rest of your story, moreover, how you had managed to survive.

"Then it would lead me out of here, back home. At least, that’s what I thought." You sighed, you had had high hopes for that, to escape and finally leave. "But then.. everything went wrong."

‘And now she’s looking for a downtown man.’

Using your hands, you ripped the white paper apart, it was easy to rip, a light shining through after the whole opened more.

happy reading and enjoy this chapter!! also sorry for the delay. please feel free to leave any criticism and feedback on my work !! also, I tried not to copy the episode word for word, so some stuff is definitely different.

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coming back on here 2 say this

fuck I.C.E

fuck tr*mp

fuck ep*tein

fuck shitrael

fuck sexism

fuck k*rk

fuck pro-life

fuck white supremacy

fuck racism

everything is political.

no one is illegal on stolen land

arrest everyone mentioned in the files

i love immigrants

free palestine, cogo, venezuela, etc

abortion is healthcare

blame the predator, not the victims clothes.

no uterus no opinion

love is love

trans woman = woman

trans man = man

mental health matters

all addictions matter

[fl0werrlv3r]

Couldn’t have said it any better.

[fl0werrlv3r]

Eyes Without A Face - Billy Idol

• "I spend so much time, believing all the lies, to keep the dream alive."

harry j. potter x granger! fem!reader

an; erm first Harry Potter post, to be honest, I was not sure whether to post this at all, but perhaps I shall post it.. excuse my wording, I’ve been watching Bridgerton, my favorite show, and now I have the lingo stuck in my head. I meant to make it gender neutral, but somehow it became fem reader

summary; harry’s been plagued with dreams of the same faceless figure. it was always the same, a pink slip gown, loose brown curls- those that resemble hermione’s hair, it was a nice change from his usual nightmares, except now he wants to find this mysterious girl.

warnings; bad writing, a little angst (reader missing her sister) and my attempt at Britain slang ..

Ballet was your life. you grew up dancing it, you won trophies from your competitions, you got fame from dancing, and you made friends with other girls who danced with you. you practically had it all, awards, certificates, money, fame, medals, friends and the looks.

Except, none of that mattered, not to you. when you had first started ballet, you disliked it, your feet constantly hurt, your hair was always pulled into a bun, and you felt uncomfortable in the tutu they had you prancing around in.

People always said your perspective would change, and boy, did it change. the trophies, the medals, the money and the awards meant nothing. not to you, you danced because you loved it, because you wanted to dance.

You never danced for anyone, not anymore. You didn’t dance to impress, you danced because it was the one thing that made you happy and that mattered to you, aside from your family. Ballet was the one thing you had to express yourself.

You danced when you were sad, you dance when your happy and you dance to enjoy it. The sound of the pianoforte always being played, the compliments you would receive. It was all so beautiful to you, you could dance for hours on end.

The music guided your body in a way that made you feel free and secure. you could block out the world, and you did, a lot of the times. on stage, during practice, or even when you were alone, the world was constantly blocked out.

your parents had initially planned on stopping, they were too busy to take you, and your sister, Hermione, whom was a year older had been sent off to Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry. then, your parents had hired a nanny.

Mrs. Swan, her last name always interested you, only because you liked swans, she was a kind old lady, she began to take care of you when you were 10 years old, she would take you to school, then she’d take you to your ballet lessons.

Even her cats, she owned three, had gotten used to you and liked you. Hermione being away at Hogwarts always made you sad, she used to help you practice with ballet moves, and you would teach her moves, but now, you were alone.

You tried not to let it bother you, but it did. It bothered you a lot, why couldn’t you be a witch too? Why did she have to leave? You hated it. Whenever Hermione did come back, you would have the longest talks ever. You never went with your parents when they picked her up, so you didn’t know who Harry or Ron were.

Hermione always told you of Hogwarts, of everything cool that happened there, and you did feel a little envy, but you never told her that. Just like she never told you about the dark stuff that happened at Hogwarts, she loved and trusted you, but knew you’d get worried and spill the truth.

That was your life, and you loved it. Especially ballet, you danced for yourself, for the fun of it and for the love you had for it. The music always guided your body, and it had a way of connecting to your soul, and you loved the feeling of it. Nothing could ever change that.

"Merlin Harry, you’ve got eggs all over your face and hair." Hermione scolded, seeing her best friend, once again, falling asleep and get food all over his face and some on his hair. "Blimey mate, that’s the fourth time this week, and it’s barely Wednesday." Ron added with a mouth full of of food.

"Ugh, close your mouth when you eat Ronald." Hermione huffed, Ron constantly talked with his mouth full of food, and Hermione always scolded him for doing it. "Seriously Harry, what’s wrong? Can’t you get some sleep or is is.. Voldemort?" She asks, her voice getting quieter towards the end.

After four years of this, they were used to saying Voldemort’s name, but they were still wary with the other students being around, especially whenever Neville was around, the poor kid had enough with the Slytherin’s tormenting him about his parents.

"What? No. Not Voldemort this time." Harry responded, shaking his head and fixing his glasses, he had told Hermione and Ron about his dreams, specifically about the girl in his dreams who always danced, either with him or in front of him.

"It’s always her. This time her hair was loose, her ribbon had fallen out. Her curls were dancing around with her and she had worn a gown this time, I couldn’t see her face- again." It was clear to Ron and Hermione that Harry was frustrated, only because he could never see the girls face.

"Don’t stress out over it. Maybe it’s just a trap from Volde-" Ron had suddenly been cut off when Hermione’s hand had used her book to hit him on top of his head, only because Professor Snape had been walking by.

Harry was still suspicious of Snape, and didn’t trust him enough to mention Voldemort in front of him at all. "What Ronald means, is that perhaps you shouldn’t stress, you’ll eventually see her face.. although, somehow it sounds familiar, but I can’t recall from where." Hermione admitted, she had felt a bit of familiarity with Harry’s words, but couldn’t pinpoint why.

"I suppose your right, but it doesn’t make it easy. I need to find out who she is, and why she’s constantly in my dreams." Harry stated, he understood Hermione, but it was frustrating him. The girl in his dreams felt important, to him, like his soul was being touched by her, but he’s never met her.

Hermione nodded, but the students owls had started to fly in before she could respond to Harry. It was a usual occurrence, during breakfast the students would receive mail from their parents. And Hermione had used Harry’s owl to send a letter back home, which she now received the letter in return.

Hedwig had just flown in, with the other owls, dropping a letter in front of Hermione, who took it gratefully while Harry fed Hedwig some food, Hedwig ate some and flew off, leaving with the many other owls that had dropped mail.

"My sister won another ballet competition." Hermione spoke, Harry and Ron had known who y/n was, Hermione’s younger sister, by a year, who isn’t a witch like Hermione. "Oh, she’s coming with my parents to pick me up." Hermione added, continuing to read the note.

"Speaking of which, I reckon we ought to get our stuff now." Harry stated, it was time for their Christmas break, and for once, Harry had taken up Ron’s offer of going to the Weasley burrow, therefore they each had to pack their stuff.

"I’ve already got my stuff packed. I can only guess Ronald has not packed." Hermione said, folding the letter back up and putting in the back pocket of her jeans. Judging by Ron’s reaction, he had indeed not packed.

"I shall wait for you both by the entrance. Be fast about it." Hermione said, standing up and taking her book with her, both boys watched her exit the Grand Hall. "Merlin, she’s bossy." Ron huffed out, he and Harry continued eating.

And yet, as Ron spoke to him, all Harry could think about was the pink ribbon that had been wrapped around the letter. The same ribbon he had been seeing a lot in his dreams. And somehow, it lead back to Hermione.

You were so excited to see your sister you were practically vibrating where you stood. Your parents were behind you, standing next to each other. Even after four years of this, they still felt out of place compared to the other parents.

But you couldn’t care less. Hermione was finally coming back home, for winter break, but she was coming back nonetheless. And you were so happy to finally be here for once. "Mum, where’s Mione?" You asked, again.

You’ve been repeating the same question for five minutes now, both your parents sighed, as if on cue, the train was finally heard getting closer. Most of the parents began to prepare themselves to see their kids, again. Some happy, and others.. had no reaction.

For a split second you looked around, you weren’t even a parent, you were only Hermione’s sister, but Merlin, you could barely handle being away from Hermione, even though you had gotten used to this. And if you were a parent, you’d be missing your child like crazy.

A pair of platinum haired people, the wife had black hair with a few streaks of platinum blonde hair, stood side by side, the father seemingly had no reaction, instead he looked bothered by the other parents around him? This made you frown, only because your parents had gotten a nasty look from him.

You would have said something, but then a familiar voice had called your name. You turned just in time to see your sister, both of you quickly engulfing one another in a tight but gentle hug. "Hermione! I missed you." You told her, not noticing her friends standing behind her.

They noticed you, though. Ron was simply standing there, while Harry seemed to have noticed something but, he didn’t really figure it out, though, he could see you were an inch shorter than your sister. "Oh, Harry, Ron, this is my sister, y/n." Hermione introduced, moving to the side.

While Ron smiled at you, Harry had a different reaction. Although you weren’t wearing a gown, you were wearing a pink cotton sweater, and even then, he could recognize your hair and your ribbon easily. There was no doubt in his mind, that you were the very girl he kept dreaming about.

"Pardon him, he’s usually not that quiet." Hermione said, excusing Harry’s quietness. For some reason, he was quiet and suddenly shy? It was unlike Harry. "These are my friends, Harry and Ron." Hermione told you, allowing you to say hi to her friends.

"Hello, it’s nice to meet you. Hermione’s told me a lot about you both." You said, smiling kindly at the two guys. They could see the slight resemblance between you and Hermione, specifically how you both had the same smile.

It then hit Harry, how could he never tell that the same curls he kept seeing were similar to Hermione’s curls? It would have made it easier, but then again, it would’ve been awkward if he had simply asked her to let her hair loose.

"Harry? You alright?" Hermione asks, her voice had brought him back to reality. Harry hadn’t wanted Hermione to notice it, but he forgets how clever she was. Hermione glanced between you and Harry, it clicked for her in an instant, Harry’s awkwardness and the slight blush on his face?

She smiled to herself before choosing to move away to greet your parents. "Hermione, we have to go. It was nice meeting your sister." Ron stated, having to tug Harry along. As for Harry, he turned to look over his shoulder, catching one final glance.

You caught his eye, sending a soft smile and a small wave, then the crowd hid you from his view, causing Harry to focus back on Ron. "Blimey, she’s.. gorgeous." Harry sighed a little breathlessly, one would think he had taken the Amortentia potion. But no, he just happened to have found her. The girl who’s been haunting his dreams, taking over his mind.

All he had to do was get closer to her. "Ron, I have to get closer to her." Harry determinedly said, causing Ron to snicker at his sudden determination to get to know Hermione’s younger sister.

special chapter for those who share the same love I have for Harry Potter. I think I’ll make a series out of this scenario.

thank you so much for the support on my other works !! <33 more to come !

all work by @/fl0werrlv3r !! do not steal or try to use it without permission!! reblogs, likes & comments appreciated.

[priestboy]

⁺‧₊˚𓆩♱𓆪 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒃𝒚 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈 𝒊𝒇 𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈˖༉‧₊˚🩰

[fl0werrlv3r]

Recent chapter used these lovely dividers, they fit the theme of the chapter a lot, thanks for letting me use them <33

[fl0werrlv3r]

• 𝗜 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗪𝗲’𝗿𝗲 𝗔𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗡𝗼𝘄 - 𝗧𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗮𝗻𝘆

"𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰, 𝘸𝘦’𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯, 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯’ 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵."

Mike Wheeler x gn!reader

summary; waiting drives someone crazy, you felt like you would go crazy if you didn’t get out now, but after 2 years, it seems you finally got your way out of the hell hole. It was only a matter of how to get both of your out safely.

warnings; none I think ? angst(?) maybe.

chapter’s dividers from; @suupersonic & @cursed-carmine <3

track 1

2 years. You’ve been stuck in this hellhole, the view was nice, sure, but being stuck in the mind of Henry Creel was like being stuck in prison with no way out, or even freedom to walk.

And after 2 years, you had seen Henry talking with a little girl, 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘳. At first you thought it was a figment of your imagination, Holly couldn’t possibly be there with you, stuck in this place. But she was, that was Holly.

The same Holly who you’ve seen grow up, you were literally dating her older brother. So seeing her here made you feel all types of emotions. Hatred, for Henry, and sadness that she was now stuck with you. She did not deserve this.

You watched him leave, leaving Holly, with a gift, in the Creel house. You couldn’t act now, you had to plan first, so you decided to head back to your cave, back to safety, just for now.

Your plan was simple, lure Holly into the woods, make her think she needed to safe Henry and then confront her. That was a lot simpler said than done, but you needed to do this, to save her.

It was a good thing you still had your own memories, you could use them to get Holly to trust you. And that is what you would do.

Holly had been laying on the merry-go-round, staring at the ceiling in silence, the merry-go-round had been spinning, not fast, but at the right speed, the speed she usually enjoyed.

"Holly, time for breakfast," A voice called out, making Holly look over and stand up, using the merry-go-round handles to help herself stand up. She walked over to Mr. Whatsit, he had been checking his pocket watch.

When Holly had stood up, he held his hand out for her to take, she did, they held hands as they walked, "are the others here yet?" Holly asks, her tone sounded a little curious.

"No, not yet," Mr. Whatsit responded, continuing to lead the way. "You 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 save them, too, won’t you? Save them from the monsters?" Holly sounded a bit worried, of course she was, she wanted her friends to be safe with her.

Mr. Whatsit noticed the hint of worry on her face, he nodded his head to assure her, "Yes, Holly. Don’t you worry. I’m going to save your friends." He assured her, putting on his usual kind smile, the one that always made Holly relax and smile back.

"Every last one of them," He added, they had reached the house and were walking up the porch steps, "And my family? Are they coming too?" Holly asked, she was worried for her family as well, and she wanted to see them.

"Your friends first," He spoke, in that same assuring tone, opening the door for Holly, walking in the house with her, "Then after, I’ll save your family too, of course." Mr. Whatsit told her, closing the door behind her.

"I have room for everyone here," He stated, watching Holly walk further into the house, looking around curiously, almost like she wanted to explore the house. She was waiting for the chance to explore.

He led her into the dining room, where the breakfast was laid out, it had all types of food, every single thing looked appetizing. A kind of breakfast one would wish for badly.

Holly had served herself three pancakes, with whipped cream and blueberries on top, just the way she liked them. Mr. Whatsit exhaled, he saw the look in her face even as she chewed, "You still thinking about your parents?" He asked.

"Yeah," She nodded, in truth she was missing her mom and dad, and wanted to see them, but she knew it would take time. "Well, they are in the best possible hands, Holly, I assure you," Mr. Whatsit informed, just to ease her a bit.

"And I’m told that they are improving with each hour that passes, as soon as they’re healed, they’ll join us here," He explained. "I know, it’s just.." Holly trailed off, almost like she couldn’t finish her sentence, but Mr. Whatsit knew what she would say.

"You wish to be with them," He finished her sentence, "I understand, but you can not offer them comfort in Hawkins, Holly. The only comfort they have is knowing you are here, safe. With me. Safe from the monsters." Mr. Whatsit had a gentle way of explaining things, in a way that made Holly feel safe and secure.

"I thought blackberries might cheer you up a little," He smiled slightly at Holly, watching her eat her food. "They’re your favorite, aren’t they?" He asked, but he already knew the answer.

"How did you know? That they’re my favorite?" She asks, almost amazed at how he knew her, but also a bit curious. "Oh, it’s uh, it’s just a hunch. I’m good with hunches." He replied, "Perhaps tomorrow I’ll make chocolate chip pancakes." He adds, staring down at the food.

"He loves those,"

"Who does?"

"Your classmate, Derek."

"Derek is coming here?" Holly had a bit of an annoyed tone to her voice, her face showed she was not happy with the news.

"You don’t like Derek very much, do you?" At the question, Holly looked down at the plate, Mr. Whatsit leaned forward, watching her. "Should I just let the monsters eat him?" He asks, watching for her reaction and body language.

Holly thought about it, sighing and shaking her head gently, "No, you can’t.. you can’t do that," Holly stated, looking up at Mr. Whatsit, she hated Derek, but he didn’t have to die.

Mr. Whatsit smacks his lips together gently, sighing as he looks down before looking at Holly, "How about this," He gently began, "I will tell Derek that if he misbehaves, or if he hurts you in any way, I will send him right back, and he can face those monsters on his own." He explained. "How does that sound?" He asks her.

Holly looked down with a small smile, taking a bite of a berry, Mr. Whatsit chuckled at her reaction. After breakfast, walking out the dining room with Holly, he had to head out, to do stuff, he grabbed his jacket and hat, walking out the house.

"I expect to be gone most of the day. While I’m out, you’ll have the whole house all to yourself." He spoke to Holly, letting her know that she would be home alone for the day. "The whole house?" Holly had asked in disbelief, almost in happiness.

"Everything which is mine is yours, but in return, I need you to promise me one thing," He says, walking down to whrrr the mailbox was at the front of his house, with Holly following. "Something very important, do you think you can do that?" He asks, receiving a nod and soft, ‘yeah’ from Holly.

"You must never, under any circumstance go out in the woods, do you understand?" Mr. Whatsit was very serious about this. "Is that where the monsters live?" Holly hesitantly asked, glancing into the woods for a second.

"But they won’t find you. That is, as long as you don’t-" Holly abruptly interrupted him, "Don’t try to find them," She says, already knowing not to go into the woods to look for monsters. Mr. Whatsit smiled at her, a bright one now.

"I’m glad I rescued you first. You’re the brightest of them all." Mr. Whatsit complimented Holly, rubbing her shoulder gently before making his way down the stairs of the house. "Oh, and if you don’t mind, bring my mail in, won’t you?" He asks, glancing slightly over his shoulder.

Holly glanced at the mailbox before glancing at him and walking over to it, she put the mail stick down and opened it. Inside was a cassette tape, and a player in a box. This made Holly smile, excitedly grabbing the two gifts.

"How did you know?" She happily asks, her mood instantly better at the gifts. "A hunch." Mr. Whatsit commented and walked off with a smile on his face. Holly excitedly made her way back into the house, with her gifts in hand.

~ ‘𝘾𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙚’𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧,’

Music filled the house as Holly used the stereo to play the Tiffany cassette, letting the music play in the empty house as she made her way downstairs. The turned the oven on, to make cakes.

~ ‘𝘾𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙮’

"𝘾𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙮," Holly sang along as she danced to the song, enjoying her time. She decorated the cakes, ate a piece while watching a movie and even tried on some dresses. It was a wonderful experience for her.

She also got to look around, and found some stuff she liked. While she had been in the middle of tying something around her neck, she had heard the doorbell ringing. It rang repeatedly, urgently, as if someone impatiently waited.

Hesitantly, she made her way down, a little nervous as to who it could be. She could see a shadow in the glass of the door, "Henry?" She called out, a slight voice crack from her nerves. The ringing suddenly stopped, "Derek if this is you, it’s not funny you barf bag." She shouted in anger.

She hesitated even more, walking down and debating opening the door, before ultimately choosing to open the door, slowly pulling it open, just enough for her to peek out. No one was out there, but the mail box stuck was up.

She walked over and opened the mailbox, inside was a small folded paper, and a compass, she picked them both up, "I need your help, meet me at the X, Henry." Holly read, opening the note and seeing a map of the woods leading to a cave.

"East." She told herself and turned to the woods, staring at it, as if hoping to see something or maybe out of nerves. She had walked back into the house, out of confusion and fear, she spoke to the cassette tape of Tiffany.

As she sat there, she took her necklace off, staring at it before standing up. She had to save Henry, even if she was sacred for her own life. So she got ready to venture out into the woods. Unaware of what was truly waiting for her.

At the entrance of the woods, she opened the bag and brought out a mini telescope, opening it out and looking into it, only to realize the cover was still on, "Stupid," she muttered and looked out again.

She didn’t see any sign of any monster or any danger. So she ventured out into the woods, walking carefully to avoid any injuries from any monsters that could suddenly pop out of nowhere.

The walk in the woods was long, for Holly, she didn’t know what to expect. After a long time of walking, she walked past some rocks that had a small type of river, she could hear birds chirping, the compass in hand as she continued her journey.

After some time, she made it to the spot, it was a cave, one she had never seen, but it had all sort of rocks on it, big and small. She walked closer, a little nervous and worried. "Hello?" She called out, looking into the dark entrance of the cave.

"Henry? Are you there?" She asks, hearing her own echoes coming back to her. "Henry?" She called again, before bringing out the mini telescope, opening it to see what she could find. Just then a black figure had jumped down, scaring her.

She dropped the telescope and backed up, she then turned and ran off. And a figure was chasing after her, causing her to run faster. In fear, she fell and rolled down, but she didn’t care. She stood up and picked up the iron stick she had grabbed and continued running, choosing to hide for a moment.

It had not been your intention to scare Holly, you had merely jumped out on accident but had not expected her reaction. And after she ran, you had to run after her, to get to her and explain everything.

You had seen her trip, making you worry, you had also seen her hide, and when she was hiding, you slowed down, standing on top of a rock. Holly continued hiding, before peeking out and deciding to see who it was.

She gasped in surprise, seeing you? But you were in a coma? "Hi, Holly." You spoke, smiling down at the young girl, watching her turn confused and worried, but also with a hint of fear.

"I’m not gonna hurt you," You assured, carefully making your way down, seeing her knee had a little cut to it. "Let me see," You spoke and brought out a rag, one you carried around with you, a lot. It was a soft small red one, nothing too fancy.

Holly sat down on a rock, silently watching as you crouched in front of her, cleaning her wound using some of the water on the river, she only sat there, unsure what to even do at this point, she kept staring at you and looking away.

It made you chuckle, her reaction. "You don’t have to worry, I wasn’t gonna hurt you. I’m sorry for scaring you like that, I just.. I didn’t expect you to react that way," You apologized, pausing in cleaning the wound, it wasn’t that deep.

"You can talk to me, I won’t do anything," You spoke, watching her for her reaction. "Mr. Whatsit said not to talk to monsters," Holly spoke, her voice sounded innocent and soft, she wasn’t sure whether to trust you or not.

You sighed, you had expected this after all, Henry was smart with manipulation and stuff. "Okay, that makes sense, it does seem weird seeing me here when I’m in a coma back in Hawkins," You told her, seeing how she wouldn’t trust you.

A sudden rustle in the woods made you both look back, before you stood up, it was not safe to be outside, not when Henry could come out of nowhere and get you both. "C’mon, it’s not safe here, I’ll explain in the cave." You told Holly, reaching your hand out to her.

She hesitated, not wanting to go with you and possibly be lead to her death, but another rustle in the woods made her stand up and hold your hand, like she used to whenever you visited the Wheeler house. You both walked into the cave, past the entrance.

You knew you had a lot of explaining to do, and maybe not much time to do so.

à/n; thanks so much for all the support on part 1! This mini series will be mainly Holly and reader centered, and if it goes well, maybe I’ll make a whole series from season 1 to season 5! It does take some time for me to get scenarios and inspiration so please be patient with me. And I do want to focus on series before I do other works! I will mainly work on Stranger Things, but maybe it’ll expand soon !!

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