Bitchin' (Finn Wolfhard x Reader)

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This chapters song: Perfect Places by Lorde

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"Com'n (Y/n)! Sit down and chill." Wyatt shouted my name as Jack pulled me back into the couch. I was complaint but still mad.

"He has no right to say that about Sophie!" I scream as the boy across from me glares.

Sophie was like my younger sister. No one ever said anything about her without going through me. I pulled at Jack's grip. The boy sitting across from me was Jaeden Lieberher. My rage at him seethed. I felt a gentle hand land on my shoulder. I looked up to see Sophie giving me a gentle look. She looked up at Jaeden giving him a glare.

"Get over it Jaeden. I don't like you anymore." Her words were sharp. "But that doesn't give you the right to call me a bitch."

Anger seethed off of me. I would never say I hate Jaeden. I hate the shit that he does but I could never hate one of our members. We had to stick together. Chicago is a dangerous city and with no families, we were in much more danger. We had been staying in the abandoned Damen Silos for years now. I stood up and stormed out of the room. I walked up to the balcony. I stomped up the fire escape stairs and looked out at the water. I pulled my jacket close to my face as the wind blew harshly against my (s/c) skin. I pulled out square and my lighter. I strike the lighter a few times before it spews fire and I light my cigarette. I pull the cancer away from my lips and let a thin stream of smoke wisp out like breath on a cold night. I hear light footsteps coming up the stairs. I turn to see Chosen walking up the stairs. He stands next to me watching the water. 

"Can I stain a heater?" He asks quietly.

I shrug and hand him one. He puts it to his lips and lights it.

"Jaeden's  just mad right now." Chosen sighs as he lets smoke from his lips.

"I know." I let out a sigh from my nose. "He's bad at containing his anger though."

"His parents split up and his brother is missing and presumed dead, he's gonna be an ass for a while. He has the right to. I'd be mad if all that shit happened to me." Chosen rubbed his nose and sniffed.

"No, no I get it. I'm as just upset. I'm mad too ya know?" I take a long drag before finishing. "I gotta find us a new home and the police are on our asses trying to take us back to those crack houses they call our 'home'. Shit ton of BS that is."

"I think we're all a little on edge." Chosen speaks, his cigarette hanging out of his lips. "No one wants to leave. Jack, Wyatt and Jeremy were thinking about staying in Damen Silos so they can't tear it down but the police would come."

"Yeah, I know. I still have no idea what we're gonna do, where we're gonna go." I say putting my heater to my lips. 

"I've always thought it'd be cool to go to Minnesota." Chosen pipes in, shrugging a bit. 

"I suppose but it's cold as a bitch up there." I furrow my brows and look at him.

"Hey Chicago ain't any better." He shrugs again.

I sigh. 

"Yeah. Chicago just has more crime." Chosen laughs at my statement and I smirk with my cigarette still hanging out of my mouth. 

I flick off some ashes and take another drag. 

"God I love slowly getting cancer." I say.

"Cheers to that." Chosen pinches his butt in between two fingers. I do the same and we gently tap each others square as if they were fancy wine glasses.