suggested song for chapter ; the wombats - greek tragedy (oliver nelson remix)

[replay if needed]

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▸WARNING : GORE(?)
VIOLENCE (?) ◂

It was finally the weekend, but it didn't seem to be much of a break for (y/n), knowing that she'd have to work on a project with a boy that's supposedly in a gang. Letting out a small sigh she looked down at her cast. She cursed herself for feeling so much pain the day it happened. She should have been used to it by now, considering it happened every now and then, but she wasn't.

Of course, Finn hadn't texted her at all. Although she didn't expect much, and was actually kind of dreading the moment she'd have to work on the project with him. But, alas, the homework was due soon and she wanted to make a good impression on the teachers. Picking up her phone anxiously, she then noticed, she had never actually asked for his number. Shit.

Lazily, she picked herself up off of her desk chair and strolled over to Noah's room. She stared blankly at his wooden door. She considered going in or not, but then she realized she had absolutely nothing to do. (y/n) knocks on the door before welcoming herself in, "Hey Noah." She smiles to him.

He continues looking down at his phone, "Hey (n/n)." He utters, seeming to be playing a game on his phone as it violently shook from all the tapping he proceeded to do.

"I was wondering . ." She dragged herself in, looking around at the very familiar band posters hung up on the wall. Noah wasn't big on playing instruments per say, but he definitely enjoyed music and listening to others play. Noah hummed for her to continue, "Do you have Finn's number? You know, curly fry head." Her eyes were now stuck onto her older brother's as he abruptly stopped, his face turning a little cold.

"Why?" He asks bluntly, now looking up at her. He had obviously lost his score on the game as it let out a loud 'womp womp'.

She blinked twice before answering, "We're history partners, I gave him my number but I haven't heard from him." She inches closer to his bed, "So, do you know it?"

"Yes, I know it." Noah says, he appeared to be quite annoyed at the fact he knew Finn's number. (y/n) didn't exactly know why, but they did pick fights a lot at school, Noah's clique and Finn's, that is.

"Great! Can I have it?"

". . . No."

(y/n) groaned loudly, looking up at the ceiling before back to her brother, "Please, Noah! I really want to get a good grade and our teacher said the only way to is to make sure both partners are involved!" She whines, stomping her foot gently, making sure not to damage herself more than she was.

"Fine! Just . . . after this, stay away from Finn. He's bad news, okay?" He stands up and heads over to his desk, opening a locked draw with a key he kept snugged in his pocket. (y/n) frowned as he took out a chained box. He quickly unlocked the box and took out a piece of paper out that had a few numbers equivalent to the amount of phone numbers had, "Here." He passes it to her softly, "Remember what I said. Keep. Away. From. Him." His voice was strained as he spoke.

(y/n) pursed her lips and happily took the paper, she turned on her heel, "Wait . . why was it in a locked box inside of a locked draw?" She scrunches up her nose, looking down at the numbers before back up at Noah.

"That is Finn Wolfhard's phone number, which means it belongs to him, Satan. Therefore, it needs to be locked away." He utters dramatically, jumping back onto his bed and snatching his phone, opening the app to the game he previously was playing.

"And why do you even have his — you know what, don't answer that." She narrows her eyes and trots away, staring down at the crumpled piece of paper. She made her way back into her room, pulling out her phone and tapped in the exact number into the keypad. The next thing she knew, she was ringing him. She hadn't thought this far through, she hadn't even noticed the phone begin to ring, "Oh no! What am I supposed to — " She once again cut herself off at the sound of a beep. He had picked up.

"Hello?" A grumpy voice said,

slightly loud so that he could be heard over the crazily loud background noise of people yelling and laughing wickedly.

"Um, hi Finn, it's (y/n)." She utters nervously, feeling her palms grow sweaty. So sweaty, actually, that her phone slipped out of her hand and hit her wooden floor, "Oh shit!" She mumbles, reaching down to pick it up.

"Excuse me?" He growled.

"Oh, not you! You're not shit! I mean — yeah, you aren't shit." She laughs nervously. She couldn't hear the small chuckle he emitted, "Oh my god, you idiot." She mumbles quietly to herself, but he heard it, and of course, he decided to throw a snarky comment back.

"I am most definitely not an idiot, thank you." He says 'angrily'.

"Oh nO! No! You aren't! Oh gosh — um, we — we just have that partner project and . . you know, I wanted to see if y-you were free today?" She asks anxiously, fiddling with her shirt as she stared at the apparently now not so boring piece of clothing.

"Uh . ." He mumbles tediously.

The voice faded to the point it seemed he had looked behind him.

"Y-you don't have to! Not today, of course." She laughs shakily, a little too quietly to seem confident, which was something she definitely wasn't right now.

"No, it's fine, text me your address. Also . . how did you get my . . number?" He asks,

(y/n) could practically hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke. He definitely blocked the background noise out — that was still going, by the way — well, but (y/n) didn't, she heard a few screams, yelling and arguing, a few snarky, wicked laughs and was that . . a few punches and kicks? Maybe it was her mind fooling her, considering she knew about his gang. But it couldn't have been real . . . was he 'working' right now?

"No I — I didn't stalk you! I got it off of Noah." She quickly answers, both hands now holding the phone to her hear him better over the loud bellowing, although maybe it enhanced the background noise, either way, he was still quieter than it. Finn didn't reply so she spoke again, "I'll text you the address now." She smiled, knowing that he couldn't see her.

(y/n) didn't know what was so bad about Finn, from what her brother had spoke. But then she remembered: Oh wait, he's in a gang and he nearly killed someone in the alley that time. Apparently, the silence she held while she thought, was too long for Finn.

"So . . are you going to text me it? Or not." He asks, annoyed.

She mumbled a quick, "Woops! Sorry, yeah." Before she began typing away the address to him.

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On the other line, he stood there impatiently in the corner of a cold, eerie and odd smelling room. His crew and himself had recently kidnapped someone, of course, they had a good reason. The man had stole money from them, and they needed to finish what they had started. The person used to work for them, but apparently, he preferred the wealth that the gang had over loyalty. Finn hung up hastily and read the address, texting:

'Be there in half an hour.'

before shoving his phone roughly back into his pocket, "Now, where were we?" He looks at the tied up man, disgustedly, "Tsk, pathetic." He walks over and grabs a knife, "This'll do nicely." He swipes his finger across the blade, "Now, tell me where the money is, Colton." He growls, walking in front of the man, "There may have been a minor setback last time, but this time, we wont hold back." He bends down at the weak, tied up man. He had been bashed and kicked several times, although his yells and cries for help were slightly muffled with the help of duct tape. Finn ripped off the tape harshly, "Talk."

"N-no! Please! I'm sorry, I will never steal from you again! Just let me go!" Colton cries, trying to wriggle free of the rope he was tied up in. The burn he had around his wrists and ankles were bright red, and actually started to bleed as they cut his pale, sickened skin.

Finn throws up the knife and catches it before he pushes the knife into his leg, hard. Colton screams in agony. Lucky for the crew, it was underground, very, very far underground. The blood seared out of his leg quickly as Finn turned the knife in circles while it was still jammed into Colton's leg, "Tell me where it is! You stole a shit load, and I need it back. Don't make me kill your family, Colton."

"Y-you have s-so much, F-Finn! Y-you don't need m-more!" He cries in pain. Finn lets out a small tsk before looking down at his watch, it had been 20 minutes and it took roughly 15 minutes to get to the location.

"Ah shit." He mumbles, letting go of the knife, standing up and facing towards Iris Apatow, a loyal woman who always seemed to try and force her way onto him, even though he always pushes her away, "Iris, take care of him, make sure I get the details as soon as it comes out of his trap." He utters quietly to her.

Iris frowns, "But Finn, where are you going? You're going to miss the best parts!" She whines annoyingly. Iris could never take a hint. She was rich, snobby and cruel. The only heart she had was for Finn, which was very much one sided and her bestfriend, Sadie Sink, who surprisingly, has a hell of an attitude but is a somewhat good person at times.

Finn rolls his eyes, "That, is none of your business, Apatow." He nonchalantly answers, giving a noticeable nod to the others before leaving, "Get the job done!" He yells as he makes his way out of the room, "Or you know what happens!"

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I don't know why it took me so long to make this chapter, don't ask lol.

Also, I am SO in love with the umbrella academy. Especially Five, I remember watching him on Ricky, Nicky, Dicky and Dawn oml, sorry , but he got hOOot

And thank you for no.1 in #finnwolfhardxreader sksk (: