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Hi everyone I’m so sorry it’s taken forever to post the next part of this fic and as an apology I thought I’d give you the next 2 parts instead of 1. I really hope you enjoy, just 1 more part left now. As always thanks to my beta for all her help :)
Worlds apart. Parts 16 & 17.
Hi guys. Here’s part 15, as always I hope you enjoy.
Thank you to my brilliant beta for all your help :)
Also sorry but I don’t think the tags are working, so annoying.
Worlds apart. Part 15
Hi guys, so here’s part 14. I’ve written around 4 more parts to this fic but I’m not sure if all the parts are needed so I may end it sooner than that so we’re almost at the end of this fic now. As always I hope you enjoy :)
Thank you to my lovely beta for helping me with this fic :)
Worlds apart. Part 14
Hi guys here’s part 13. Sorry but I’m not sure the tags are working :/ I hope you like this part :)
As always. Thank you to my beta for all your help :)
Hi guys sorry it’s been so long since I’ve posted, hopefully you’ve not forgotten any of this fic (You can find parts 1-11 on my blog) As always I hope you like this part. :)
Many thanks to my lovely beta :)
Worlds apart part 12
Summary: Finn and Rae go to the nearest town to shop for baking ingredients, when a flyer for Open Mic Night grabs his attention.
A/N: Fun fact, I couldn’t be bothered to make up song lyrics for the open mic thing, so I just used some of my own from ten years ago. Hence the crappiness. Thanks for your lovely comments on the previous chapter!
Word count: 2956
Previous chapter: Chapter 1
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Summary: Rae is pregnant, but the father took off, leaving Finn to take care of her during this trying time.
A/N: Based on this prompt. Don’t read it if you don’t want spoilers, though. I really hope I did your story justice, Anon. I apologize if not.
Word count: 3577
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Summary: Finn Nelson is one of the hottest pop stars in the world, but when he takes a vacation at a B&B “in the middle of nowhere,” he is surprised that Rae, the owners’ daughter, doesn’t seem to care who he is.
A/N: Since I already did a fic about Finn being a famous musician and Rae being his biggest fan, I thought I would do one where she is completely indifferent to his fame, for the lulz. I obviously know nothing about the life of a pop star or what it is like to run a B&B.
Word count: 2996
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a short prompt. I how it’s not too disappointing, i know you’re all waiting for a much longer fic from me and i fear this one is not very good.
anyway, I’ve heard some people wishing for a slightly softer Finn and a more confident Rae, so I put that in this au. This is a little one-shot that wouldn’t get out of my head once I saw the prompt. I hope you all like it. I’d love to see your takes on it, so feel free to re-write it if you like the prompt – I don’t own it!
Also, just a reassurance I’m still working on season 4 - just very slowly – I’m working on about 12 things at the same time. My head is a jungle of ideas! But believe me that my beloved mmfd is still in there! And I still care about Rae & Finn and all of you.
I was wondering if any of you had even the slightest interest in me posting any of my non-mmfd fanfics? I am working on a long one that really doesn’t require you to be in the fandom (it’s probably better if you’re not) that has a big girl lead, lots of pining and longing and almost kissing, sexy sex of course, and also werewolves, mages, fighting dragons and exploring ancient ruins and stuff. If enough people seem interested in reading it, I might post that as well as my mmfd stuff here.
Typical CW for my stuff: swearing, sex, I think that’s it.
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Well well well, here I am to share this with you wonderful human beings. I’m honestly cringing right now at the thought of you reading it, but hey - not going to keep it locked away am I?
If I’m super honest, I’m losing a bit of steam for this as I’ve started part 7. Hopefully I’ll get back into it, as I’d prefer not to have another incomplete WIP forever and a day. Hope you’re all having a fantastic week.
Tagging for SMUT - that means anyone that isn’t an adult better be walking away now. Happy hump day ;)))
Also tagging: @towongfu2 @milllott @lau-vm @celestev31 @milymargot @jackiewalsh2013 @annemarieted @kneekeyta @kingbeeyonce @fuck-sewing-machine @irish-girl-84 @mmfdfanfic @mykuhkors @i-dream-of-emus @rhi3915 @lovinglifeandlivinglove @nutinanutshell @voodoomarie @tinakegg @mirandasmadeofstone @rockinthebeastmode @protectfinnnelson @hey1tskat1e @workinggirl101 @eveerez @likeashootingstar @raeonashadowcaster @arathewallflower @lilaviolet @bitchy-broken @bitchesbecrazy89 @thatfunnygirllauren @emmatationsforall @lurkernolonger @lily-pop-2 (I haven’t heard from a lot of you in a long time and I see that you’re not super active, so rather than taking the time to type out this list every damn time bc tumblr sucks - let me know if you no longer want to be tagged please & thank you).
“What’ve you got on?” Finn grabs onto her arm, stopping her on her way out the door. He looks her over, his eyes pausing on her legs for much longer than a few moments.
“Do you not like it?” she asks, pulling her arm free. “Do I look weird?”
“No!” He’s quick to put her mind at ease. “It’s just…I thought this was a hen party?” Finn reaches forward to touch the material of her dress where it falls at her thighs. He rubs the fabric between his fingers.
Rae’s eyes track the movement of his fingers . “It’s rockabilly themed.”
“S'nice. You look nice.”
“Nice?” she questions, doing a little spin in front of him. She’s got no idea what she’s doing it for. The skirt of her polka-dot swing dress fans out around her, skims over the hand he’s still got hanging in the air between them.
She trains her gaze on him, watches as his eyes dart between her bare legs, nearly bare chest, then to her mouth. She can tell he’s thinking through what he says next. He scratches at the hair behind his right ear, presses his tongue to the corner of his mouth. “Hot. You look well hot tonight, Rae.” His head is angled down so that she can’t see the look on his face, but she can see the flush of red at the side of his neck.
“Ya think?” she asks quietly.
He nods, finally lifting his head to meet her stare. “ ‘Course.” His smile is soft, reassuring.
“Am I showing too much - ehm - too much skin?” She points to her chest, the cut of the halter top showing off nearly half of each breast.
“Nah. S'pose you’re supposed to show a lot of skin at these things or summat, right? Imagine the other girls will be dressed the same like.”
“Are you two leaving soon or what?” Rae’s mum Linda strolls into the kitchen, interrupting the pair. “I’ve got plans, you know.”
Rae rolls her eyes as her step-dad Karim comes walking into the kitchen, trailing behind her mum. Karim grabs hold of her mum by the hips and pulls her body back against his, either unaware of their presence or uncaring of it. You’d think she’d be used to this after so many years, but it still makes Rae a bit nauseous to see how lusty they are for each other. “You two go, take car but be safe,” Karim says, his face pressed to Linda’s neck.
Finn faces Rae, his hand reaching out to grab onto hers. “Should we go?” He tugs at her hand, pulling her towards the door again.
Rae throws her cardigan over her forearm and allows herself to be tugged out of the house by Finn, grabbing the keys before they get out the door. “Alright alright, no need to pull my arm off,” she grumbles, easing her arm out of his grip.
“Your parents were about to shag….right in front of us, Rae,” he explains as he waits for her at the bottom of the stairs. He rubs at his eyes as if he’s hoping to rid himself of the image forever.
“Told you they were weirdos.”
He opens her door, allowing her to slide in and get comfortable before shutting it. It’s only the awful noises and the “right there, you bloody beast,” in the high pitched squeal coming from Rae’s house that have him running around the car and inside in seconds.
Rae laughs, meeting his gaze under arched eyebrows. “What’s got your panties in a bunch?”
He shakes his head, deciding not to tell her what he’s just heard. She’s happy to not push.
The ride to the pub is quiet until they’re about five minutes away. Rae looks over to Finn, gauging as to whether she should ask the question that’s been niggling at the back of her mind for some time. “Finn…” Her hands fidget in her lap.
“Rae?” he questions, peeking at her before focusing on the road again. She think he might of checked out her tits on the look over, but decides not to tease him about it.
“Tell me if I shouldn’t ask,” she starts, her fingers clenching and unclenching as she contemplates how to ask this. “Do you - ehm - do you sleep with all of your clients?” She looks down at her hands, smoothing out her skirt to keep them busy.
She chances another glance in his direction. He looks thoughtful, as if he expected this question. She’s somewhat relieved, relaxing into her seat again, her eye trained on his profile.
He clears his throat before answering, “no.”
“No? How many?”
“Not many. It’s not - not what most women want, Rae.” He sweeps his hand through the side of his hair before he brushes his fringe from his forehead. “Most of these women, they just want something they’re missing.”
She doesn’t understand, but before she can open her mouth he’s explaining. “Our time together, it’s about providing them with comfort, about giving them the confidence they need.”
She’s not convinced that’s why all those women would hand over £6,000 to this good looking man. “Really?”
“Why’d you have me come, Rae?” he asks, pulling up in front of the pub. He slides his seatbelt off and turns to her in his seat.
He’s got a point, it wasn’t for sex. She wanted to rub her new life in the face of her ex, make him think she was happy. She doesn’t answer his question, instead sliding off her own seatbelt and getting out of the car.
Finn stops her at the curb. “Don’t believe me still?” His hand slides into the crook of her waist as he guides her back against the side of the car.
She remains stubborn, her arms crossed over her stomach, eyes on his. He looks behind him before stepping closer to her, hands going to either side of her hips. He’s so close that the heat from his breath warms her throat. “Relax.” His right hand moves from her hip to cup the side of her neck. With his thumb on her throat he manages to tilt her head back against the car. “Close your eyes, Rae,” he instructs and she obliges.
His thumb glides over the skin under her ear, his mouth close by. “You’re beautiful.” The swipe of his bottom lip against her earlobe makes her knees give way. It’s only his firm grip on her hip that keeps her upright.
His thumb moves down her neck before he traces a path across one collar bone, his mouth still close to her ear. “Jeremy is going to wish he’d never let you go.” She can smell the mint from his toothpaste when he moves his mouth inches from hers. “We’ll show him what an amazing woman you are.” Her breath is coming quicker now, her chest bumping into his with every intake of air. She’s starting to feel it, starting to believe it more with every whispered word. Jeremy had looked rather mad earlier in the day at how close she and Finn were.
“See.” He takes a step back and she feels the loss of contact - deeper than the surface.
When her eyes open he’s still standing right in front of her, a smirk contorting his mouth.
“You,” she says softly, reaching out to pat his chest with an open hand, “you are good.”
“S'pose.”
She straightens her dress as it’s dipped down a little further in the front before the two walk over to the pub doors. She’s grateful for his steadying hand on her lower back as he ushers her through the door.
The pair are met with hoots and hollers from all the women at the hen party, all of them swarming around Finn. Rae gets pushed off to the side somehow, where she watches all of the women fawn all over him. One of the women, Chloe’s cousin she thinks, she’s got her hands on his lapel while Chloe’s mate from Uni is pressed up close to him trying to smell his cologne.
He catches Rae’s eye, shrugging at her. He’s eating it up. She rolls her eyes at him before she makes her way to the bar to get a round in. She orders a round of tequila for the party, turning back around to watch Finn while she waits.
He’s bent forward in the sea of women, whispering something in a petite brunette’s ear. Rae doesn’t recognize her but assumes she’s someone Chloe works with. There’s a twinge in her belly as she watches the brunette throw her head back in laughter.
“Now you’ve got them all distracted Rae,” Chloe says from beside her, causing Rae to jump.
“Sorry Chlo.”
Chloe’s eyes light up at the sight of the tequila shots in front of her as the bartender sets them down. “You’re forgiven.” Chloe holds two of the shots out for Rae to take. “Now, give this to your fit boyfriend and tell him to get lost.”
Rae does as she’s told, walking over towards Finn with the shots. She has to push four or five of the women aside as she passes and nearly all of them give her a nasty look. He greets her with a grin and takes one of the shots from her outstretched hand, pulling her forward by the waist with his free hand.
She’s positioned in front of his body, his arm wrapping around her side, his hand splayed out across her stomach. A chill runs down her spine when he presses a kiss to her neck. “Got to keep up the appearance,” he whispers next to her ear before she can question him.
All of the women raise their glasses up, all of them looking at Finn. She’s not sure why until he clears his throat, holding his own glass up. “Here’s to the husbands who won you, the losers who lost you,” he speaks clearly, his hand pulling Rae closer, “and the lucky bastards who’ve yet to meet you.”
The women cheer, all gazing adoringly at Finn before they throw back their shots. Chloe steps forward from the group of women, she’s already swaying a bit. She points to Finn and then the door. “OK mister, it’s time for you to go.”
Finn laughs. “That’s my cue. Have a good night, ladies.” He gives a little wave, grabs onto Rae’s hand and drags her towards the door with him.
She trails behind him, the women behind them hollering at them again. “Show him what he’ll be missing, Rae,” Izzy shouts from the crowd, laughter following. The cheering gets louder.
Finn stops at the door to the pub. Rae looks at him questioningly and he shrugs in response. Her arms move around his neck and his automatically move around her waist, his fingers pressing into her lower back. She chews at the corner of her bottom lip, her eyes focused on his.
“Get on with it!” Chloe cheers from behind them.
He’s watching her mouth. “Better get on with –” Her mouth is on his before he can get the rest of the statement out. He’s quick to recover. He tugs her upper lip between his, the tip of his tongue tracing her cupids bow. She thinks she moans then, but she’s too entranced with the things his mouth is doing to be embarrassed. Finn holds her tighter against him, kisses her like he has all the time in the world to just stand here.
She whines low in her throat when he pulls away. She misses the feel of his lips on hers, misses the taste of his mouth. “I’ve got to go,” he tells her, his arms slipping from around her. “Don’t pout.” He bops her on the nose with his forefinger.
She hadn’t realized she was pouting. She drops her arms from around his neck, letting them fall to her sides. “See you.” She reaches up to swipe the red of her lipstick from the corners of his mouth before stepping back to let him pass.
Finn looks a bit dazed as he leaves and she thinks she’s done a proper job kissing him.
“Come on Rae,” Izzy calls to her from the bar. “Come have a drink with me.”
As the night wears on they’re all feeling the buzz of the alcohol coursing through them. Rae is currently dancing on the dance floor with her best mates, her arms wrapped around both Izzy and Chloe as they sing at the top of their lungs to Journey. “I love you girls,” Rae shouts over the music, the two girls grinning up at her.
“Love you babes,” Chloe slurs, causing both Izzy and Rae to slip into a fit of giggles.
Izzy detaches herself from the other two. “I need the toilet. Get us another round?”
Rae nods, already making her way to the bar with Chloe in tow. Chloe rests her hand on Rae’s lower back as she orders their drinks. “Babe,” Chloe whispers. When Rae doesn’t turn she gets louder, “Rae!” Rae startles, turning her head to look at Chloe.
“Chlo, no need to shout.”
Chloe gets closer to Rae. “Rae, I need to tell you something.” Chloe’s eyes fall to the floor, her shoulders hunched forward. “I can’t - I can’t marry Ethan.”
Rae’s entire body rotates to face Chloe, concerned with what her friend has just said. “What do you mean, Chlo?”
Chloe shakes her head, refusing to meet her friend’s stare.
Izzy sidles up next to them, her hand on Chloe’s forearm. “Chloe, come dance with me.” Izzy pulls Chloe back to the dance floor, leaving their drinks at the bar. Rae is left wondering what her friend isn’t telling her.
The rest of the night goes by in a blur and before Rae knows it the limo has pulled up in front of her house. She manages to extricate herself from the limo, nearly stumbling up the stairs when she loses a shoe. The girls shout from the window of the limo as they pull away, telling her to “get in there and have at him.” She laughs, waving them off as she gets to the door.
She quietly makes her way up the stairs, pausing when she hears a creak of the floorboards from downstairs. When she’s satisfied that she hasn’t woken anyone up, she creeps down the hallway slowly and cautiously. There’s a faint light coming from her bedroom that she can barely see through the crack in the door. She nudges the door open with her hip, peeking into the room. He’s asleep on her bed, sprawled out across the middle in nothing but his pants.
“Finn,” she whispers, easing into the room. He doesn’t stir. She places her purse on her desk, money falling out onto the wooden surface, but she doesn’t notice. She’s focused on the way his chest rises and falls with each deep breath he takes, focused on the way his lips move while he sleeps. “Beautiful.”
She pushes the door closed and makes her way to the bed at the center of the room. She toes her shoes off when she gets to the corner of the bed, kicking them underneath. She stands at the side of the bed for a moment watching him sleep. A sharp intake of breath is all she needs to give her the last bit of courage.
Rae sits down on the bed beside him, her hand reaching out to touch him. She pauses with her hand above his cheek, watches his eyelashes flutter against his skin. “Finn,” she whispers again. Her hand trembles as she presses her fingers against his cheek, trails them down to his jaw.
His eyes open slowly, but he doesn’t startle when he sees her. Instead he opens his mouth to speak, “Rae.” The corners of his mouth curl upwards, his eyes focused on hers. She presses a finger to his lips, shaking her head slowly. There won’t be any talking.
She stands up from the bed and soon he’s moving to sit up to follow her, but she pushes him down with her hand on his chest until he’s pressed back into the mattress. She keeps her eyes on his as she reaches up to the back of her neck, unhooking the halter top of her dress. The fabric falls from around her neck and pools at the top of her chest. Her skin prickles with anxiety, it feels like tiny ants climbing just under the surface, but the alcohol has numbed her inhibitions just enough to continue.
She moves shaking hands to her back where she toys with the zipper of her dress, pulling it down a fraction - just enough. Her gaze falls to his mouth, watching as he bites at his bottom lip. She yanks at the fabric of her dress, pulls it over her chest, her bra-clad breasts revealed. The groan that falls from Finn’s lips has her pressing her thighs together as she shimmies out of the remainder of the dress. The lamp at her bedside table casts an almost ethereal blue haze over her bare skin, but it does nothing to dim the desire she can see in Finn’s face - from the way his jaw is set to the way his eyes never leave her.
She steps out of the dress, shoving the dress out of her way with her foot. He’s sitting up in the bed now. He looks her over then, lets his eyes roam up her long bare legs, takes in the sight of her red lace knickers, caresses the curve of her hips and the softness of her stomach. He lingers on the swell of her breasts, getting up onto his knees on the bed. She sucks in a breath when he beckons her forward with a crook of his finger.
It’s only a step or two to the bed, but it feels like twenty. Her whole body feels like it’s buzzing and the only thing that will calm her is Finn’s touch. His mouth is on hers as soon as she reaches the bed, but the kiss isn’t safe or tender, it’s impassioned and ignites something inside of her. She meets his kisses without hesitation and he pulls her onto the bed with him, both of them pressed knee to mouth.
The two break apart only when necessary to breathe, their hands gliding over each other’s bodies as they kiss. The only sounds filling the room are their muted moans and the smack of their lips against one another’s.
His hand tugs at the strap of her bra around her neck trying to find the clasp. He grunts in frustration when it won’t come undone, as if he can’t wait to get a look at her tits. If she were any less turned on right now she’d be laughing at his frustration.
She pulls away from him for a moment (too long if you ask her) and reaches up to undo the hook at the top and then at her back. He’s eager to pull the material away, grabbing it and tossing it to the side of the bed as soon as it comes unclasped. She can’t help the laughter that spills out as she watches his eyes zone in on her chest.
Her laughter is swallowed by his mouth, his hands moving to grasp at her breasts. She whimpers against his lips as his thumbs circle her nipples, as he pinches them between his thumb and forefinger. His skin is soft beneath her fingers as she kneads his lower back, pulling at his body to come closer to hers, her own lower body pressing forward. She can feel him hard against her now and it has her moving her hand down his body to cup him through his boxers.
Finn’s mouth pulls away from hers, his lips traveling down her neck to her chest. His mouth is hot against her skin, and he has her moaning when he takes one nipple into his mouth, his free hand slipping down her stomach. He works his hand between her thighs, pressing against her through her panties, rubbing at her until her hips are pitching forward against his hand. She shifts his boxers down enough so that she can touch his bare skin just as he pushes her panties to the side to slip where she’s wet. They probably look like a couple of teenagers, fumbling over each other, touching any piece of bare skin available to them.
He pulls his mouth from her with an audible pop and somehow manages to maneuver their bodies to the center of the bed. It’s not long before Rae finds her back pressed to the mattress, both her and Finn divested of the last articles of their clothing. He’s panting above her, his breath warming her face as he pushes her legs apart and folds them up around his hips. He takes his place between her legs and spreads her open, rubbing against her until she’s bucking her hips up into his.
Rae’s heel digs into the back of his thigh and she pleads, “please, now please.” It ’s the last bit of encouragement that Finn needs. He presses both hands into the bed on either side of her waist and eases into her unhurriedly, watching as he disappears between her thighs. His movements are slow at first as he maps out Rae’s body with long sweeping strokes, explores her mouth with his tongue. “Finn,” she gasps against his mouth, her hips meeting his, pressing him for more. He’s quick to oblige, his pace increasing with every whimper that falls from her lips.
Her fingers press hard into Finn’s lower back, red marks of passion forming and fading on his sun-kissed skin. The feel of him above her and inside of her has her writhing against the mattress, her body reacting so strongly to his that she might lift right off the bed with her frenzied movements. It’s only the weight of his body over hers that keeps her grounded and secure.
He pulls his mouth from hers to look at her, a sexy little smirk fashioned to his face. “Don’t get a big head now,” she manages to stutter out between gasps for air. It’s like he takes her words as a challenge, hiking Rae’s leg up higher on his hip, stretching her calf above his waist. The new angle soon has the both of them moaning and grinding against each other wildly.
From his stuttered movements she imagines that he’s close, his face screwed up in concentration as she meets each of his thrusts with her own. Her hand moves to slip between them to make sure she gets there, but he’s not having it. “Uh uh uh,” he mumbles against her shoulder. He grabs onto her hand and holds it down by her waist, nipping at her collarbone as he shifts back to balance on his shins. Finn guides her hips up with his free hand, her lower half no longer touching the mattress as he drives into her; he’s fixated on being the one to make her come undone. “Rae.” It’s only her name, but the way his gravelly voice makes it sound as he nibbles just below her ear is enough to coax her over the edge, send her falling. She isn’t sure if it’s the sound of her or the feel of her, but either way, she brings him with her, both of them coming together.
He’s deliberately slow in pulling himself from her body, Rae’s body trembling with little aftershocks as they separate. They don’t move to wash up nor do they speak, both of them settling into a comfortable silence. He presses a kiss to her shoulder and she turns to curl into his side, both of them falling fast asleep.
*****
She wakes up alone in her bed at her parent’s house, a thin sheen of sweat covering her entire body. She rolls onto her back, stretching her limbs out as she moves. Rae tries to ignore the dull ache coming from between her legs as she shifts to sit up in bed. She glances at the rumpled sheets of the bed, looks at the empty space next to her and wonders where Finn has gone. She can’t hear the shower running, but she can’t hear much over the drum that’s currently echoing in her brain. “ ’m never drinking again,” she moans, head clasped in her hands.
She takes a deep breath, rubbing her thumb and forefinger against her temples while she moves to get out of bed. It’s only then that she notices her complete lack of clothing, her tits hanging out over the top of the duvet now. “What the fuck?” she shouts in the empty room, clutching at the duvet, as if anyone can see her right now. She stands up from the bed, wrapping herself up to pace the length of her bedroom as she chants, “no no no,” over and over again.
She’s on her third round of chanting when Finn comes waltzing through her bedroom door, a smile on his face. His flannel shirt is misaligned and his shorts are slung low across his hips as he saunters into the room. His hands are full with a tray of tea and what looks like toast and jam and her gut clenches, the possibilities of what happened last night flooding her mind. “Brought you some toast with your tea. The sausage that your mum made looked a bit dodgy, so I – ” He stops speaking when Rae lifts serious and questioning eyes to him, and he must realize that it has nothing to do with his choice of breakfast.
“You OK, Rae?” he asks, setting the tray down at her desk. His eyes stay glued to the desk for a beat too long, forcing Rae forward to see what he’s looking so intently at. When she spots the money falling out of her purse she can almost immediately feel the rise of bile in her throat.
Her hand moves to grasp his forearm, her voice barely above a whisper,“ Finn, what happened last night?”
He doesn’t turn to face her, doesn’t look at her then, just grips the back of the chair that bit tighter. His shoulders fall forward as he answers, his voice free from inflection, “nothing, Rae.”
She can hear it in his voice that he’s lying, but she doesn’t push because she’d rather believe that nothing happened last night, that she didn’t have sex with this beautiful broken man while she herself was still in love with someone else.
He frees his arm from her grip, pushing her purse over with a prod of his finger. “What’s this for? For last night?” He sounds disappointed, maybe even hurt.
*******
NOTE: the toast that Finn does - those words aren’t mine, they’re from the movie The Wedding Date, but I loved them so and had to add them in.
Hi guys, sorry it’s taken me a while to upload this part but I did say I’ll try and upload once a week and so far so good lol In this part Finn clears some things up. As always I hope you all enjoy :)
Thank you to my beta for all your hard work, it’s appreciated :)
Worlds apart. Part 8
Hi guys, I had a few request for this, I’m not promising it’s a work of art but here it is and I hope you enjoy it. Just over 4000 words :) xx
Mistakes. Part 2
Hi guys so here’s a “Newish” fic for you all, I gave a small spoiler to this not so long ago, anyway does anyone remember a very old fic of mine called “The Stamfords?” Though I like that fic, it has a lot and I mean a lot of mistakes (I cringed when I reread it lol) I mean most of my fics do have mistakes but my earlier stuff has loads more than the rest, anyway I’m getting off track here. So anyway I wanted to write The Stamfords again but obviously make it different lol It’s going to be a little bit of a rough ride but keep with it. It’s set in modern day Manchester and London, it’s just over 11,000 words and I hope you like it :) xxxx
Mistakes.
Hi guys. I had a free 20 minutes so quickly uploaded part 2. Thanks to @kneekeyta for being my beta on this. Depending on how part 1 and 2 of this fic goes down (I really don’t want to bore people with it) I’ll try and post part 3 before the end of the week. Please keep in mind Finn will start being the Finn we know soon enough lol Hope you enjoy :)
P.s sorry if some of the words or sentences are jammed together, I have tried to separate them but tumblr is uploading my fics weirdly.
Worlds apart part 2
Hello guys how is everyone? I’m so sorry I’ve not written a fic in so long but life gets a hold of you and there’s no such thing as free time. I wrote this fic well over a year ago and hated it and (still do) but @kneekeyta very kindly offered to beta this for me which she has, thanks hun I appreciate it :) so I thought I’d post part 1 of 18 and I’m going to be honest I’m not sure if I’ll post the rest as I’m not confident in my stories anymore, I feel like they are trash but we’ll see what happens.
A little about this fic. Rae is 16 and Finn is 18 and not through choice they are living together, be warned though they really don’t like each other…..at first, in fact you might not like Finn at all buttttttt if I do post the rest please stick with it because it is Finn and you’re not going to hate him forever lol Anyway I hope you don’t hate this too much :/
P.s Sorry if I’ve forgotten to add you to my tag list or I’ve tagged you if you didn’t want to be. I really can’t remember my tag list but I tried my best but please let me know if you want to be added or taken off :)
Worlds apart 1.
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A/N: I’ll apologize now for this chapter. It’s only a filler, and I’m horribly sick so 100% didn’t go into this and I’m disappointed, but as long as you guys like it I’ll be happy.
This chapter is a set up for a dramatic scene that is about to take place. This is where everything starts to unravel and secrets don’t stay hidden for long.
P.s: the story is also coming to an end soon. Not now or within the next few chapters but soon.
— CHAPTER TWELVE: TO BE CONTINUED —
RAE POV:
I don’t understand why I never took up smoking. I mean, when Finn gave up smoking I was happy he was no longer sucking on the cancer stick, but now looking at my brothers puff away whilst adamantly talking between each other, I was intrigued. I decided my social side needed a little extra kick.
“Anyone going to share their cigarette.” I didn’t ask anyone in particular. All conversation cease to exists after I spoke, the curious gaze of my three brothers followed my hand as I moved it around between them. They obviously didn’t get the hint that I wanted them to pass one over so I dropped my hand.
“You don’t smoke” Robert stated flabbergasted. No shit sherlock.
“Shove it. I just found out my ex-husband didn’t cheat on me so my divorce was a mistake, my boyfriend is hiding something from me, and Finn’s psycho ex-girlfriend just destroyed my office. I need a cigarette” I grabbed the white stick from between Robert’s fingertips and inhaled deeply. The smoke stung my eyes slightly, and they watered instantly.
Did I mention this was a good idea? No? That might of been because of the disastrous coughing fit I was suffering from at the moment. My lungs felt like they were on fire, and it didn’t help the situation when Mark and Julian were acting beyond immature right now. They could shove their laughter right up their as-
“You right there sis?” Robert patted my back as the coughing subsided.
“How do you do that to yourself?” I gagged when the after taste hit me.
“Eh, it gets easier the longer you do it” Julian laughed and flicked his cigarette into mom’s roses. Well I hope he doesn’t want more children, because when mom finds it tomorrow he’s not going to have a set of balls.
“Do you feel better now?” Mark teased still puffing along.
“Nope”
“Maybe you should try something a little stronger?”
“Mark don’t even go there! No need to expose her to your celebrity lifestyle” Robert hissed throwing a punch into Mark’s arm unexpectedly.
“I think I’ll just keep drinking mom’s shitty wine. Seems to be doing the trick just fine” I tipped back the contents of my glass, just like my life it became empty.
Our 7 children were currently in bed, along with our parents and Robert’s wife Maria. It was nearing 12am, and the night was still young. Even if we had just spent the day eating, drinking and laughing. It felt good to reminisce about our childhood like we use to, before our lives separated us.
I had finally admitted the reason behind my quick divorce, all the way to the events that occurred today. I felt as though I was at an AA meeting the way they gathered around me, whilst Tomas, kept all the children entertained.
I left out the sex of course that happened between Finn and I, that was something that would never pass my lips in a conversation with my brothers. My mother didnt feel like the details of the conversation was enough for her, she had hinted a few times that she wanted more details tomorrow morning. I shuttered just thinking about that conversation. I felt like a cow on the way to a slaughterhouse.
“You know you could of told me. I could of been there for you Rae.”
I looked up, meeting Julian’s eyes. This was the first reaction I had gotten out of Julian or Mark, before it was just a sigh and nod.
Sighing, I took the seat closest to Robert. The bomb fire was roaring, the heat kissing my skin perfectly. Julian and Mark sat across from us, It was the start of an intervention after buttering me up on mom’s happy juice, nice move brothers. Well played.
‘Well I better make it a good show’ I scoffed internally. I poured myself a large class of ròse, the longer I stalled the longer Julian had to wait for his answer. An answer I was still formulating.
“No I couldn’t of told you, or you..” I said pointing to Mark. “You would of killed Finn without a second thought, and I wasn’t risking that. Finn is a very profitable business man in New York, I wasn’t risking your freedom. You, Julian had Parker to think of! And you mark had a booming career! What do you think the media would of said, huh? They had a field day when they caught wind of Finn and I’s divorce, could you imagine the stories they would spin if you two where involved. No! I was not letting that happen” I smiled sadly.
“And you were there for me Julian, more then you’ll ever know. You were going through a shit marriage yourself and you still rang me 3 times a week, 7pm Sharp. You were my underpaid shrink.”
“And you chucky!” I smirked at Mark. “Sending me freaking phone numbers of different actors you know and the lovely phone calls I got at random times of the week and day. By the way, I still have Leonardo DiCaprio’s number saved on my phone and I’m thinking if it goes tits up with the two that I have now, I’ll give him a call” I laughed draining the bitter liquid down the back of my throat.
Mark swiped my bottle and starting to study the label. “Is this shit like true serum or something? I was dating this chick a few months ago and she drinking this piss. It’s the reason we’re not together anymore.”
“Mark don’t be a dick for once in your life” Julian grabbed the bottle much to my protest and sat it near his feet.
Great, my big brother was cutting me off. There was no way I was going to start drinking the scotch Robert was sipping at, I want to wake up alive and out of hospital. Oh! The humanity…
“Yeah I understand that Rae. It just hurts to know you kept this secret from us this long, that you were hurting and I knew nothing about how deep it was effecting you.”
“I understand your mad, bu-”
“Damn right we’re mad!” Mark interrupted; narrowing his eyes at me.
“But! I love you two too much. I wasn’t dragging you into my mess.”
“You decided to bring him into it!” Mark pointed a finger in Robert’s direction irritated.
“I was her lawyer dipshit.” Robert said rolling his eyes.
“So! You would of been madder then us! You were buddy-buddy with the guy weren’t you? Surprised you didn’t tie him to a chair and set him alight!” I shuddered remember Robert’s reaction to the news. He had splintered his home office glass table with his fist, requiring 4 stitches. The curse words that flicked of the end of his tongue were just as lethal.
His job was the only thing stopping him, because I sure as hell wasn’t doing a good job.
“Trust me mark it wasn’t a good day…” And Robert was right, that memory entered a category was deep in the back of my mind, into a not to be opened box. I nearly rang Finn scared for his safety that day, If only I did make that call.
“Ohkay! Ohkay! We get it. The situation was fucked, you panicked and we were kept in the dark for good reason. I get it! I’m sorry you had to deal with that crap alone, and as your big brother I’m allowed to feel shit about it” Julian huffed.
“And really he slept with Olivia Clark?” I nodded at Mark.
“Man, I remember her. I dated her sister in high school, Bianca or someone. She was so fucking preppy, and happy-go-lucky all the time. I thought she’s was going to kill me with the brightness of her teeth alone, so I broke up with her. God she was pissed!”
“Its because you can be a real dick sometimes. I’d be pissed too” I hissed. To which only made Mark laugh more.
“Its wasn’t like it was anything serious. She knew I was moving and didn’t want long distance.” Mark replied. He was never one to choose his words wisely, always the one to say what he was thinking no matter the consequences. He probably broke the poor girls heart without even realising.
“Anyway! What are you going to do now?” Robert asked seriously turning to face me.
“Well I’m going to start by having dinner with Gregory tomorrow night. I’m going to tell him what’s going on.”
It seemed to be the only way that felt right. Maybe his reaction will give me a clear cut answer.
“Well I’m going to call Finn and set up a nice little dinner date then” Julian spoke like it was the most obvious thing to do.
“What? No!” I stood proudly. There was no way I was going to let that happen.
“Why? It’s not like he ended up doing the dirty deed, so you don’t have to worry about his life and all that shit Rae” Mark stated.
“I didn’t care if he’s innocent! No! Why would you need to talk to him anyway?”
Jesus this was going nowhere.
“Its what men do Raymond” Mark smiled cheakily. Then dashed towards the house yelling something about using the toilet over his shoulder.
It was a distraction.
I knew that know, he kept me occupied until Julian could do the unthinkable.
“Finn, it’s Julian Earl here. I’m sure you remember me. I think it’s time that us boys and you to have a little chat.”
I need the ground to swallow me whole now.
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FINN POV:
Turns out Oliva decided to fire my housekeeper after maria asked one too many questions about my disappearance. Which doesn’t surprise me really she had been my maid for the past 6 years, and after much groveling and the promises that she will never work around Olivia again she came back to work for me. My apartment was now polished and put back into its original condition. One less thing I had to worry about.
My parents and archie had stuck around long enough to see the back end of Olivia storm out the door in a rush. Whilst chop on the other hand still hadn’t left the confides of my lovely home. He states it’s because I need protection for when the psycho knife wielding bitch comes back, but I think security can handle her.
It’s been a few days since I had kicked her to the curb and she hasn’t once tried to call me. Her parents and sister had, but their numbers where blocked the moment their caller ID flashed before me. Her mother was an airhead, father a closet drunk, and her sister a snarky bitch who wants more then she can afford. I had no time for the Clark family anymore.
Chop through me a glance over his shoulder, I hadn’t stopped pacing since the news came through that Olivia had shown up at Rae’s work, thank God Izzy and Chop were still on speaking terms. I had tried calling calling Rae numerous times, not once did she pick up the phone and that made me worried.
“Calm down Finn, she will be fine. Knowing Rae she needed to calm down before hunting Olivia down. Told you she was a psycho!” Chop smirked. He was not helping my mood or the situation at hand at this point in time. If he wasn’t my best mate, I would of most likely laid him out by now.
Grinding my teeth, I just flip him off and continued pacing. Chop’s phone 'dinged’ and his burst of laughter had me puzzled.
“Don’t worry champ. Rae’s fine.”
“What do you mean fine! How do you know?” I said pulling up a chair.
“Izzy told me she’s at her parents house in New Jersey. She had some unexpected visitors.”
“What visitors Chop!”
“Her brothers are in town.”
“What did you just say?”
“Izzy said her brothers have come to visit her. Apparently Linda rang them saying she was worried about Rae” he explained. That didn’t make me feel any better.
“You mean Mark and Julian are in New York? Plus Robert?” Chop nodded and continued to text.
I hadn’t seen Julian nor Mark in 3 years, they visited as much as possible but because of mine and Rae’s busy schedule we found it hard to go to them. I knew Robert still lived in New York, his firm was a thriving success. The last time I had laid eyes on him was during the court hearing when our divorce was finalised. Ill be honest if he wasn’t my ex-wife’s brother and didn’t loathe me, I would defiantly have him represent me.
I had managed to avoid her side of the family for as long as I could, but with all 3 of them back in New York, and Rae and I on such good terms it was only a matter of time before I saw them again.
Suddenly, my phone started ringing. I scrunched my nose up at the unfamiliar number and answered, secretly hoping it was Rae.
“Hello?”
“Finn, it’s Julian Earl here. I’m sure you remember me. I think it’s time that us boys and you to have a little chat.”
Gulp.
“Sure.”
– A/N: sorry for the poor editing. I’m really not well haha! Love you guys 😍😍
What explosive thing is going to happen in the next chapter?
Hi guys, so here’s the final parts. Whether this is a reread or a first time read, thank you and I hope you all enjoyed it :)
