#finn wolfard x reader

[balloontrash]

Dead to me || R.T (Pt.3)

noteA/N: Okay so apparently I’m super shitty. It’s been over a year since I updated, but quarantineeeee is making me want to actually write again. So here’s part 3

summary: guess what? MORE ANGST AND MISCOMMUNICATION. y/n and Richie had a falling out and now y/n has to fix it for the both of their sakes. 

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex but not smut nor is it described at all. angst. Sad and angry Richie. 

part 1 part 2 part 4 Part 5 (Finale)

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“Fix it? Fix it? How the fuck am I supposed to do that?” Y/n thought to herself as she walked home from Bill’s house. It was around 10pm. The streets were dark and empty. She felt like the weight of the sky was going to collapse and drown her. A part of her wanted it to; It would make all of this a whole lot easier. 

As she stepped into the light of another lamp post, she remembered walking this same street home with Richie. She hadn’t been down this street in a long time. It hurt her, remembering how he’d do whatever he could to make her laugh. He’d hook her arm in his and try to get her to skip the rest of the way with him. 

“It’s embarassing, Richie. No,” Y/n would groan and try to pull her arm away. 

“Oh come on! it’s the middle of the night. Everyones lights are off. THE STREETS ARE OURS!” He’d yell the end into the sky, his arms stretched out. 

“KNOCK IT OFF!” A mans voice came out of no where. It sounded like it came from one of the houses. Richie flinched, suddenly looking around. Y/n couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Okay maybe its ours and that guy’s,” Richie leaned into her and said in a quiet town. Y/n laughed again. Richie rehooked his arm with hers and didn’t let go for the rest of the walk. 

Y/n missed that: how easy it was to be physically comfortable with eachother. Now, they couldn’t even look at eachother. “It’s my fault,” She heard herself say out loud. “It’s my fault and now I’ve lost him.” she put her hands on her face and grunted. She ran her hands through her hair and looked around her, up at the houses. 

She hadn’t realized she was standing right in front of Richies house. She stiffened when she recognized it, almost scanning it for any sign of danger. She thought it was better to keep walking, afraid he’d see her, but when she went to continue to walk, an unrecognizable car was parked blocking her way. There wasn’t anyone in it. It certainly wasn’t Richie’s parents, and it didn’t look like his. 

Suddenly, movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. She looked up to see Richie’s room light was open. His silhouette was easily recognizable, except it looked like he didn’t have a shirt on, or any clothes for that matter. It didn’t take long for Y/n to process what his movements meant. She knew who the car belonged to and she wanted to disappear. Her stomach turned; if she was going to stand here any longer she was going to vomit. 

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“He was fucking his girlfriend, Bev. How many times do I have to tell you? I know what I saw.” Y/n’s head was in her hands. She and Bev were sitting at a table in the lunch room. She was catching Beverly up on the event’s of last night. 

“I just-- maybe you miss interpreted it. He could have been moving some furniture around,” She replied. Y/n rolled her eyes and shook her head. Stan appears with a lunch tray and sits next to Bev. Mike, Bill, and Eddie followed short after. Mike moves his tray so its between both him and Y/n. She picks a few fries off his plate. It was weird being back with her friends. She still didn’t feel like she deserved it. 

“At least he finally fucked someone,” Stan mumbles. “He doesn’t have to lie about having experience anymore.” 

Y/n zoned out of the conversation as she noticed Richie walk into the lunch room. He walked with hands were stuffed into his pockets. Even from far away, Y/n could see how sunken in his eyes had become. “They weren’t like that yesterday,” Y/n thought to herself. She furrowed her eyebrows as she noticed he wasn’t walking with his girlfriend like he usually did. He wasn’t with anyone for that matter. 

He walked inbetween the tables slowly, looking in front of him. Y/n couldn’t take her eyes off of him and he noticed. Just as he was about to pass their table, his eyes shifted from in front of him to Y/n. Their eyes locked, taking y/n by surprise. Almost instantly, Richie’s gaze turns sharp as he glares at her. Y/n absorded the venom, looking down at the tray in front of her. 

What she didn’t see,but the Losers noticed, was how he also walked passed his new table of friends and exited out of back door of the lunch room. 

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[defencelesslou]

finN wOLfhArD

Finn Wolfhard: *does anything*

Me: OH MY GOSH WHAT A BOY, WHAT AN AMAZING BOY, WHAT A SPECTACULAR, ASTONISHING, BEAUTIFUL, BREATHTAKING, GLORIOUS, MAGNIFICENT, SPLENDID, DAZZLING, SENSATIONAL, STUNNING, REMARKABLE, OUTSTANDING, GLAMOROUS, HANDSOME, CLEVER, GIFTED, BRAVE, HAPPY, ADORABLE BOY.

[sweetlysilent]

Figment (Ch. Three)

Requested By: Nobody

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Reader

Warnings: Traumatic Memories, Fear, Swearing, Symptoms of Anxiety, Mention of Pennywise, etc.

Summary:

When is a door not a door? Most people tend to always overthink the question, over processing what the answer could be, when in reality it’s right in front of your face. When it’s ajar. This is a riddle that is constantly in the back of your mind.

Just like your greatest fear, it lurks between the space of the door, showing it’s form like a shadow, always creeping behind you. But you convince yourself it’s just a figment of your imagination, that it’s all in your head, that you’re just seeing things. But, what happens when the Loser’s Club end up seeing it too?

A/N: So, I don’t know how many people enjoy this lil blurb mini series but I really like it so I’m going to continue writing it bc it makes me happy. If you like it too then by all means go ahead and read it and if you don’t then don’t read it :)) I post other content too.

PSA: Since I’m still having issues with saving/editing text posts I’m unable to update my Masterlist, therefore, if you want to keep up with my more recent writings I will be tagging my fics with ’#masterlist’ so if you want to find them you’ll be able to. If you’re on mobile you can go up to the little search icon in the right hand corner and simply search ‘masterlist’ and my fics (and my masterlist) will show up!

This isn’t exactly based off the movie or the book, I’m just kind of free handing it and I might use bits and pieces from the movie, but besides that I’m basically just flowing with it. Another thing, feel free to send a comment in my ask or below on what you thought of this part! I’d love to see everyone’s reactions, it helps keep me motivated.

Also, comment below or send me an ask if you’d like to be tagged!

“Hi honey, how’d you sleep last night?” Your mother spoke softly, glancing over at you as you stared at the table in front of you while you waited for your breakfast.

“It was.. Okay.” You spoke quietly, shifting slightly in your chair at the thought of your nightmare.

“You’re a waste of space Y/N.” Stan would spit at you.

“We only let you join our club because we felt sorry for you.” Eddie would chime in.

“Nobody even likes you.” Bill added on, not stuttering once.

“You’re nothing.” Richie spoke last, breaking your heart.

“Mom, I should get going, I’m going to be late to school.” You quickly spoke up, snapping out of your thoughts, grabbing a piece of toast and an apple before heading towards the door.

“Y/N! Wait! Don’t forget your anxiety medication! Dr. Martin told me you should take two pills each day so you’ll be more relaxed!” Your mother called down the hallway, making you sigh and stop, grabbing the orange bottle off the counter before leaving your house.

Could life get any worse?

You then spent a good twenty minutes walking to the school, you ate your toast first, and then your apple along the way, finishing it once you arrived at the school.

You threw the rest of the apple into the trash, before entering the building, you were early, earlier than most students got to the school, but you couldn’t stand being at home any longer with your mother constantly on your back about how you were doing.

As much as you loved her and how much she cared about you, you could only handle so much smothering.

You then made your way to the cafeteria to grab a plastic cup, before heading to the girls bathroom where you could secretly take your medication.

You walked inside, expecting it to be empty, but you were wrong, so, so, wrong.

“Y/N! Just who I was hoping to see, you got a minute to talk?” Beverly smiled, her arms crossed as she stood in front of you.

“I- Uhm- I have to.. Uh.. Go..” You stammered, before turning around quickly, rushing out of the bathroom, only to be met by the rest of the Loser’s Club.

“Hey Y/N, in a rush to go somewhere?” Stan questioned, raising an eyebrow at you as you shifted uncomfortably under everyone’s stare.

“Actually, yeah I do, so..” You trailed off, avoiding eye contact as you tried shoving your way through them, which wasn’t an easy task.

You managed to wiggle your way through them though, before sprinting down the hallway, their footsteps hitting the floor loudly behind you as they chased after you.

“Y/N you can’t avoid us forever!”

“We know you’re hiding something!”

“You’re not leaving till you tell us!”

“Alright split up! Don’t let Y/N get away!”

Your heart was beating rapidly, this couldn’t be happening, not now, you had yet to take your medication, thus making the situation ten times worse than what it could be.

And yet, you were still running, turning down different hallways, trying to find a place to hide, but each turn you made you ran into one of them.

“Y/N there’s no way out of this! Stop running!” You heard one of them shout as you rounded a corner, before hiding in a classroom.

You were breathing heavy as you maneuvered through the desks, hoping to hide behind something so they couldn’t find you.

“Shit! Where did��Y/N go?” You heard someone shout, which you soon figured out was Richie, him and his trashmouth.

“They couldn’t have gone far, we were on almost every hallway, they must have gone into a classroom.” You heard another one of them say, which turned out to be Eddie.

You then heard the doorknob to the classroom door open, the creaking of the door sending chills up your spine.

You shut your eyes tightly, hiding behind one of the desks, praying they wouldn’t see you, but when were you ever that lucky?

You heard someone clear their throat, making your crack one of your eyes open, only to see the entire Loser’s Club once again before you.

“You aren’t getting away this time, so you better start talking.” Beverly spoke up, her arms crossed as she watched Bill and Ben help you off the ground.

You rolled your eyes, refusing to speak as you sat on a desk, your feet dangling.

“Shit Y/N, just tell us what the fuck is going on.” Richie blurted out, annoyance in his voice.

“Nothing is going on.” You mumbled, messing with the plastic cup in your hands.

“B-Bu-Bullshit.” Bill stuttered out, his brows furrowed at you.

“If nothing was going on, why did you run?” Ben questioned, watching you curiously as you ignored his question.

“Why do you have a plastic cup?” Mike looked at you, his brows also furrowed as he tried to figure you out.

“I needed it. Not that you needed to know that.” You replied, sending a small glare towards them before taking a deep breath.

“Can I go?” You sighed, your body growing tired, as you looked at them with a bored expression.

“No.” Stan simply stated, giving you a stern look.

The room went silent for a few minutes, before you noticed Richie’s eyes dart over to your backpack.

“What is that orange bottle in your backpack?” Richie pointed out, making your eyes widen slightly.

“Nothing! Nothing.” You replied all too quickly, earning suspicious glances from the group, as Eddie lunged for the bottle.

“No! Give it back!” You shouted, trying to grab the bottle back, but Richie and Stan held your arms.

“What the fuck? Since when did you take anxiety medication?” Eddie read the label, before looking at you.

“I just got prescribed it.” You sighed, yanking your arms free of Richie and Stan before retrieving your bottle.

“Why do you need anxiety medication?” Beverly questioned, a sad expression on her face, something you hated receiving.

It was the pity look.

The look your mother always gave you.

“The same reason I need sleeping pills now.” You muttered, grabbing your cup as you filled it up with some water from the sink in the classroom, finally taking your medication.

“You need sleeping pills?” Richie repeated you, making you roll your eyes in annoyance.

“Yeah, my therapist told me I needed them, and that I needed to talk to you guys.” You shrugged your shoulders, waving your hands around.

“You’re seeing a therapist?” Richie repeated once again, louder this time, making something snap within you.

“Yes, Richie! A therapist! Because all I ever see is this fucking clown with a red balloon along with this little boy in a yellow raincoat whose name is Georgie by the way, but isn’t really who he says he is because he turned into this fucking creature!” You shouted, breathing heavy as your eyes watered, your hands shaking as you grabbed fistfuls of your hair.

You sounded crazy. You felt crazy.

Everyone was silent, so silent you could hear a pin drop.

“Y-You s-s-saw G-Georgie?” Bill whispered, his own eyes starting to water as he stepped closer to you.

“Do you know who he is?” You whispered, looking at Bill, your eyes widening slightly, someone else saw him too, it wasn’t just you.

“H-He’s m-m-my little bro-brother.” Bill choked out, making your expression drop instantly, your mouth opening and closing, unable to form words.

“Georgie went missing about a week ago.” Eddie whispered, giving you a sad look, but all you could focus on was Bill.

His brother was dead.

“Bill.. I-I.. I am so.. so sorry..” You whispered, a tear slipping down your cheek.

“N-No don’t s-say that! He isn’t.. H-He isn’t d-dead! Georgie isn’t d-d-dead!” Bill shouted, his own tears falling down his face.

You looked at the rest of the group, their faces full of sorrow, they knew that Georgie was dead, they knew from the moment he was taken and was never found, but Bill, Bill had hope, he had hope he was still alive.

The room soon filled with the sounds of Bill’s uncontrollable sobs, a sight that broke everyone’s heart, he just wanted his brother back.

Beverly ended up pulling Bill into a comforting hug with Stan and Eddie, trying to comfort his broken heart once again, while Richie walked over to you quietly.

Something you’d never seen before, Richie Tozier, the trashmouth, quiet.

You thought for a minute he would break character and make a stupid joke, but he didn’t, instead, he wrapped his arms around you, still not saying a word, instead he just waited until he felt your arms wrap around him.

You felt your body calm slightly, just before your own tears started to flow, your body once again shaking from your sobs, but Richie never let go, he just held you.

That day in the empty classroom was the day the Loser’s Club found out your secrets, the day you exploited your crazy sightings of a clown, a red balloon, and Georgie.

But now a lingering question hung over the Loser’s Club, did they believe you, or did they too think it was just a figment of your imagination?

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[totaltozier]

Christmas Gift - Finn Wolfard x Reader (Holiday Fic Extravaganza!)

REQUEST: can you do Finn x reader where you spend your first Christmas together and surprises you at your house on Christmas night please xx

NOTE: So I love Christmas and I’m so sorry that I haven’t posted in forever I’ve been super busy with school and work but here you go! This one is super cute! Also ya i know that the 23rd is Finn’s birthday but that’s not the point of this fic lol

WORD COUNT: 1470

Saying that Christmas was your favorite time of year was an understatement. You lived for the holiday season and everyone and anyone knew that. The tree has been up and decorated since December first and the stockings were already hung with care too. Everything was ready for Christmas except for the last few gifts you needed to buy. Specifically, your boyfriend Finn’s.

Apparently, he had not bought your gift either.

“Babe, if I were to give you a gift, what would you want it to be?” You rolled your eyes at Finn’s question but laughed at the text anyways.

“Idk, anything really. A sweater, tea mug, socks, etc.” you replied back.

“That’s still not very helpful, Y/N.” Finn texted back.

You sighed before typing “It doesn’t matter what you give me Finn, I’ll like it no matter what because it came from you.”

A minute passed before his next text came through on your phone. Finn had just sent a smiley face and heart emoji. You typed your next message. “By the way, what do you want for Christmas?”

You only got the eye rolling emoji in response to that.

It was December twenty third and you were helping your mother wrap up the last of the presents. It was your job to add the ribbon, gift tags, and bows. You were adding a silver bow to the present in front of you (a collector’s edition Harry Potter book set for your cousin) when your mom held up the final gift from the pile.

“Is this one for Finn?” She asked you. You looked at the paper bag in her hands and nodded. You reached forward and took the gift from her.

“Yes, it is. I can wrap it myself.” You offered. She nodded her head in agreement and quietly picked up the finished gifts to put underneath the tree.

You opened up the nag and pulled the gift out from inside. You wanted to give Finn something heartfelt and personal, something unique. Since he was always drinking way too much coffee you went to one of those paint your own pottery shops and hand painted a travel mug for Finn. The mug was a dark indigo colour with paisley blue geometric shapes scattered about. You were admiring your own work when you felt your phone buzz in your pocket.

Opening your phone, you saw that Finn had sent you a message.

“Voila! I’d say it’s a masterpiece!” Finn had sent with an attached picture of a gift all wrapped up.

Quickly, but carefully, you wrapped up Finn’s gift in red and silver wrapping paper and topped with a bow to match. You snapped a pic of the final product and sent it to him.

“I’d say that this one belongs in an art gallery!” You joked.

“Ooh what is it?” Finn replied.

“Ha ha nice try smart one. You have to wait until we exchange gifts!” You explained.

“Speaking of… When do you want to swap gifts?”

“I’m busy with family pretty much until boxing day so maybe after that?” You suggested.

“Sure.” Finn said.

Christmas day was a whirl wind of events! The morning started bright and early. You always woke up your parents as early as they would let you to start opening gifts and stockings. After presents, your family had your traditional holiday brunch full of French toast, eggnog, and candy can pancakes! In the afternoon, the rest of the family came over to your house including your aunts, uncles, cousins, grandma, and grandpa. As the Christmas turkey cooked in the oven, all of the kids had an epic snowball fight outside.

It was just after dinner when the last of the presents were being exchanged, the tree almost empty underneath. The last present remaining was the one you had wrapped for Finn and you couldn’t help but miss him.

You looked around at everyone in your house, they were all talking with one another, showing each other gifts. Every face had a bright smile. You were happy as well, a warm fuzzy feeling in your stomach. But still, you couldn’t help but feel like something, someone was missing.

You pulled out your phone and opened up your messages with Finn and typed him a quick message.

“You gift is the last one under the tree :( Wish you were here to open it!” You sent.

Within a minute Finn had replied. “I wish I was there to see what amazing gift you got me!”

Before you could send your reply, another message came through.

“By the way, your Christmas lights look really great! I love the inflatable reindeer on your front lawn!”

Suddenly you were confused, Finn hadn’t been to your house since the reindeer had been put up and you never told him about it either. Before you could even text him back asking what he was talking about, the doorbell chimed and you ran to the door to answer it.

You swung open the door and to your surprise, Finn was standing on the other side.

“Merry Christmas!” He exclaimed and you instantly moved forward to give him a hug.

“Finn! What are you doing here?” You asked and led him inside and out from the cold.

Finn shrugged off his winter coat and hung it up on the rack in the front hallway. “I came to give you your gift! It is Christmas after all.” You smiled sweetly and quickly leaned forward to give him a kiss. “I came for that too.” Finn added and you grabbed his hand and pulled him into the front room away from the rest of your family so you could exchange gifts.

Finn offered you a small red bag that was covered in sparkly snowflakes. You took the bag from him and placed it on your lap. As you began to pull out the tissue paper from inside you glanced up at Finn who’s eyes were wide with a bright smile.

“C’mon, open it Y/N!” He encouraged and so you reached in and pulled out a small rectangular box.

Just by looking at the box you had a slight idea of what could be inside. You carefully cracked it open and the most beautiful necklace lay inside.

“Oh my goodness, Finn!” You gasped. “This is amazing it’s so beautiful!” You pulled out the necklace to take a closer look. It was a simple silver chain with a small heart pendant.

“Flip it over” Finn said and you turned over the heart to look at the back. In small letters your first initial had been engraved alongside an ‘F’ for Finn.

You ran your thumb over the small engraving as you looked up to Finn. “This is truly amazing Finn. Thank you so much I love it!” You said before kissing him on the cheek.

“I’m so glad you like it!” He said as a warm blush came across his cheeks.

“Can you put it on me?” You asked and Finn took the necklace from your hands. You turned around and held up your hair out of the way for him to clasp it around you. “Okay, now it’s your turn!” You handed your gift to Finn.

Finn picked up the gift and jokingly shook it next to his ear. “I wonder what it could be!” He said before carefully starting to unwrap the gift. You were suddenly overcome with nerves, worried about whether or not Finn would like your gift. Once unwrapped he held up the mug to get a better look.

“Wow this is so cool!” You watched as he turned the mug around to look at all the patterns. “Did you paint this yourself?” He asked with a smile.

You nodded your head. “Yeah I did. There’s a pottery place downtown and since you’re always drinking coffee I figured that you’d like a new mug!” You explained sheepishly.

The look on Finn’s face was full of euphoria. “This is great I love it so much!” He said. “Thank you, I can’t wait to use it!” Finn added as he wrapped himself around you for a hug.

“I’m glad you like it!” You said, pushing yourself up from the couch. “No come on, it’s time for you to meet everyone!” You took Finn’s hand and lead him towards the living room where the rest of your family was.

You got as far as the foyer when Finn stopped dead in his tracks. “Why’d you stop? If you’re nervous to meet my family you don’t need to be, they’re going to love you!” You explained in a calming voice.

Finn looked up and you followed his gaze. “Mistletoe.” He said. You looked back at his face and he had a soft smile. You smiled back before leaning up on your toes to give him a kiss.

[balloontrash]

Dead to me || R.T (p.t 2)

A/n: ok wow didn’t actually expect all the support for the first part so I will be continuing. thank you!! The only thing is, the parts are most likely going to be spread out, just because I just got a job and I have a bunch of studying to do. But enjoy this part! It’s kinda messy but ehhh it’s been a month since the first part so here.

Summary: still don’t know what the fuck this is but we’re going with it. Angst and miscommunication.

Warning: language probably. Characters are 17. SOOO much Angst.

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 (Finale)

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“What happened to not wanting to cause unnecessary drama?” Beverly chuckled as she sat down next to her crying friend.

“Bev, what did I just do?” Y/n cried. Her knees were pulled up to her chest. “I’ve messed up so badly. I can’t fix this. There’s no fucking way to fix this.”

Beverly pulled the girl into a hug. “..I know.” They sat in an uncomfortable silence, because neither of the girls knew what to say or do.

“I... I think I should take a break from the losers club.” Y/n squicked. Her voice sounded so small and broken, completely opposite of what she normally would sound like. Bev didn’t want to let her friend leave, disappear from their lives. She wanted to insist Y/n stay, tell her that they’d all work it out. But she knew Y/n was right. Richie was definitely not going to want to talk to Y/n anytime soon, and Y/n didn’t want the others to have to pick sides. She didn’t want things to be awkward. Richie had been in the losers club long before Y/n had even moved to Derry. They were his friends first. Y/n didn’t want to get in the away of that. So that weekend, instead of heading to the barrens like she normally would, she stayed at home, locked in her room, trying to forget about the losers and move on.

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It had been nearly a month since that day. Richie and Y/n haven’t spoken since. Y/n hadn’t talked to the rest of the losers either, with the exception of Beverly every now and then. She didn’t go around talking to people much. It felt oddly nostalgic. Y/n didn’t know what to think of that.

Before moving to Derry, It had always been just Y/n. Alone and comfortable as such. She ate lunches alone, hang out at the arcade by herself, and kept herself company at the movies. Y/n had always felt okay by herself. It had been the way she lived for years. So she liked it, but now Y/n felt lonely.

When she came to Derry, The Losers Club had become her home. They adopted her into their strange family. She learned a different type of comfortable, one she liked a lot better. Y/n felt loved with them and she loved them back.

So as she walked into the lunchroom, she kept her eyes ahead of her ,to avoid eye contact with however happened to look her way as she did , but her eyes landed on the familiar mop of black hair that she found herself looking for constantly in the past few weeks.

Then the girl next to him started to laugh, and Y/n noticed his arm wrapped around her shoulder. And She didn’t know what to do, cause he didn’t care. That was it. Whatever she hoped they would have had together faded, and she was left with an aching heart full of guilt and regret.

Y/n turned away, and continued toward the empty table in the corner of the cafeteria as she tried not to cry. As she sat down, she closed her eyes, and tried to focus on the noise coming from around the room. She’d do anything to erase that image out of her head or the ache in her chest.

But then she heard a voice next to her. A familiar and comforting voice that belonged to the kindest person in Derry.

“Hey Y/n/n,” she opened her eyes and looked up. “Are you alright?” There was Mike Hanlon, standing over her, a hand on her shoulder and suddenly she couldn’t keep the tears from falling anymore.

Y/n stood up, practically flinging her arms around Mike. Mike hugged back almost instantly. It had killed him seeing her hurt this much. She had shut them all out, leaving herself to deal with her hurt alone. Mike couldn’t stand it anymore.

But that wasn’t why he approached her.

The losers were left in a position where they couldn’t do anything but watch their friends slowly rip themselves apart. At first Bev agreed with Y/n. Maybe some time off would help clear the air. Though very soon in, she realized it wasn’t.

Not even 4 days after, Richie started to distance himself from the group. At first all it was, was missed phone calls. Then he started showing up late whenever they’d hangout, until he stopped showing up all together.

Richie turned cold. All the energy had been sucked out of him. There were no more crude jokes. No more unnecessary laughter. He’d found himself a girlfriend, but he didn’t care for her and The Losers knew it.

He was broken and so was Y/n.

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“So you want me to what?” Y/n stared bewildered at her old friends sitting in front of her. All of them stared sadly back at her.

“We just think... you sho-“ Beverly started staring down at the floor.

“F-f-fix him.” Bill cuts in. Leaning back in his chair. He crossed his arms over his chest.

“How am I supposed to do that?” Y/n stood up. “He’ll never listen to me. He hates me now. I fucked everything up.”

“Exactly why you’re the one who should talk to him.” Mike spoke from his seat beside Y/n. “We’ve all tried. He won’t give any of us the time of day. Besides, we all know you’re the one he trusts the most.”

“Trusted. Past tense.” Y/n felt her eyes start to water. “I-I can’t.”

Mike stood up. “You have to. Please. You’ve seen how unhappy he looks.”

Y/n scoffed. “That’s not what it looked like to me. He looked just fine with that bitch under his arm.”

“What about you huh?” Stan spoke up. Y/n had almost forgot he was in the room. He sat on the couch next to a window, looking out at the rain.

“What?” Y/n asked, her eyebrows furrowed. Stan turned to her.

“You’re certainly not happy.” He answered. Y/n looked down at the floor. “You think no one would notice the bags under your eyes? When was the last time you slept huh? Or how about the way you stare at Richie when you’re at school? You’re a fucking mess, Y/n. It’s pathetic.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” But she did. She knew it. She was miserable. Her heart had none stop ached for over a month. Her eyes burned like hell. From sleep deprivation or crying, she couldn’t tell. Y/n gritted her teeth.

“Yes, you do.” Stan spat. “Now fix it.”

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[totaltozier]

can you do Finn x reader where you spend your first Christmas together and surprises you at your house on Christmas night please xx

I just posted this! 

https://strangerfinnnns.tumblr.com/post/168555639014/christmas-gift-finn-wolfard-x-reader-holiday

[sweetgrapeswift-blog]

finN wOLfhArD

Finn Wolfhard: *does anything*

Me: OH MY GOSH WHAT A BOY, WHAT AN AMAZING BOY, WHAT A SPECTACULAR, ASTONISHING, BEAUTIFUL, BREATHTAKING, GLORIOUS, MAGNIFICENT, SPLENDID, DAZZLING, SENSATIONAL, STUNNING, REMARKABLE, OUTSTANDING, GLAMOROUS, HANDSOME, CLEVER, GIFTED, BRAVE, HAPPY, ADORABLE BOY.