Finney Blake + Brother Reader "You survived."

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Y/n sat on the curb with his younger sister Gwen, her head buried in her lap. Tears streamed down her face, a few hours ago Gwen had told the police the address of a house where she saw Vance Hopper, one of the victims of the Grabber. "It's going to be okay Gwenny. I know Finney survived." Y/n says, comforting his crying sister. "But what if he doesn't?! What if.. the police find his d-dead body?!" Gwen exclaims, squeezing your hand. "They won't. Finney... he's a fighter. I fucking know it. He may act weak sometimes, but he can throw a punch." Y/n says trying to act confident.

That's when you saw him.
Finney. Your twin brother. You stood up, grabbing Gwen's hand as you ran to him.

"Finney!" Gwen exclaims, tears streaming down her face. "I knew you would fucking survive!" Y/n says, hugging his brother tightly with Gwen. "I never thought I'd see you again." Y/n mumbled, sobbing.

The three of you sat in the back of a ambulance, blankets wrapped around you. Your father apologized to you three, sobbing over and over. You forgave him. But your attention shifts to something else.

5 dead bodies being escorted out of an abandoned home. Tears stream down your face, "Bruce." you mutter quietly, as you watch his body being escorted on a stretcher. They couldn't save him. He was buried for a while now.

"Y/n, he said something about you." Finney said, with a sad smile. "He did?" You ask, wiping a tear from your face. "Yeah. He said that he loved you and that if he didn't survive to tell you that he loved you, no matter what."

-Flashback
"GO BRUCE!" You yelled loudly, as you cheered the boy on across the field. He grinned widely, giving you a thumbs up.

"Congrats on your win." You say to him, handing him a slushy and some snacks you got at the Grab 'N' Go. "Heh, thanks. How about we go out for ice cream? My treat." Bruce says, grabbing your hand. "I'd love too!"

-Flashback ends

Tears stream down your face once more, you loved Bruce too. Not loved, you still love him. It hurt to love Bruce, he was dead. You put a hand on your brother's shoulder.

"I loved him too. But I care more about you surviving. He told me family over anything." You say, softly smiling.

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