not feelin too confident in how this is turning out so far

anonymous asked:

Can you write a oneshot where Betty and Jughead haven't talked about the kiss but are forever into doing a play or an English project for Romeo and Juliet. Love your writing!

Thank you!


“Alright, class, moving on.” The teacher droned at the front of the class. “We’re going to pair up - I’ll do the pairing.” She raised an eyebrow towards her students. “-And recreate scenes from Romeo and Juliet.“ 


Half of the students in the room groaned.

The teacher started reciting names and scenes off the paper in front of her.
"Betty Cooper and Mr. Jones, you’ll be doing the death scene.”

Jughead caught Betty’s eye and smiled at her, then turned back towards the front of the classroom.

“Now, I expect all of you to work on this tonight as homework. We’ll be presenting tomorrow in front of the class.”

Betty gulped and looked down at her desk - she hated public speaking.


Jughead caught up with Betty after the bell rang, gathering books into her backpack.


She smiled as he leaned against her locker. “I was thinking you could come over, we could watch some Romeo and Juliet adaptations for inspiration?” She asked.

Jughead nodded. “Of course. Got the play in my bag, too.” He said, patting his backpack.

Betty closed her locker and the two of them walked out of the school, towards her house.

Jughead could tell something was off - she gave short answers to all his topics of conversation, biting her lip and fidgeting with her fingers every step that they took.

They trudged upstairs to Betty’s room, both of them unloading their backpacks onto the floor.

“Okay, so I own Romeo and Juliet from 1996, and I’m sure I can find the other versions online somewhere.” She murmured as she started her laptop.

“Bets, what’s wrong?” Jughead asked as Betty chewed on her lip again.

“What do you mean?” She asked, looking over at Jughead.

“You’re not going to have a bottom lip left if you keep chewing on it.” He smile gently, walking over to the desk she was sitting at. “Which would make it really hard to do this…” He trailed off, caressing her cheek and pulling her mouth onto his.

Betty took a deep breath. Jughead definitely knew how to calm her down.

They settled into a routine, watching Romeo + Juliet together. Then, they found older versions of the movie and watched just the scene they were supposed to perform. They scribbled down their lines, taking hints from the movie and their lines from the play.

Jughead got off the bed and knelt down on the floor, a piece of paper between his fingers.

Betty laid on the bed, her paper beside her. She was smiling at Jughead.

“Close your eyes,” He murmured.

She did as she was told.

“…Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.” He said, reading off the page.

“Thou art not conquered. Beauty’s ensign yet is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death’s pale flag is not advanced there.” He continued.

He spoke so clearly, so confidently in the words. Betty opened her eyes, watching him read. He continued skillfully, Betty completely enamoured.

“…Eyes, look your last. Arms, take your last embrace. And, lips, O you the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss. A dateless bargain to engrossing death.” Jughead pretended to take out a vial out of his pocket, then looked down at Betty.  He climbed onto the bed next to her. Pretending to die was much easier on the bed.

He kissed her gently, as in the play. He spoke a few more lines, not needing his paper any longer. Then he pretended to drink the poison. “Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.”

Betty slowly fluttered her eyes, as if awakening. She recited her lines quietly, staring down at her paper. “…drunk all, and left no friendly drop to help me after? I will kiss thy lips. Hap- shit,” She muttered, looking down at her paper once again. She was never going to remember all this.

“Come on, Juliet, you can do this.” Jughead whispered. “It’s just going to be me and you up there. Nobody else.” He smiled.

Betty recited the next few lines, then kissed Jughead softly. “Thy lips are warm.”

She looked at her paper once again. “O happy dagger,This is thy sheath. There rust and let me die.” She pretended to stab herself and closed her eyes, her head falling to one side.

Jughead sat up squeezed Betty’s hand. “That was great Bets!”

Betty groaned. “No, it wasn’t. I suck. I’m never going to remember all my lines and everyone is going to be staring at me and-”

“Hey,” Jughead murmured, rubbing his thumb across the top of Betty’s hand. 

“There is no ‘everyone’, it’s just you and me, remember? We’re going to be fine.”

Betty nodded her head and squeezed Jughead’s hand as a thank you.
Jughead stayed for dinner, then walked next door after running lines with Betty once more.


“You feelin’ okay?” Jugead asked Betty the next morning before class. “Your bedroom light was on for half the night.”

Betty nodded, grabbing her English textbook out of her locker. “Yeah, I was just up studying my lines.” Betty smiled.

“Until four A.M.?”

Betty shrugged and closed her locker, following Jughead into their classroom.

Butterflies were pounding Betty’s stomach as the teacher called groups to the front to act out their scenes.

Finally, it was their turn.

Shit.

Betty followed Jughead to the front of the classroom where the teacher had set up a few pillows ontop of her desk.

“Whenever you’re ready,” The teacher said, helping Betty lay on the desk. She settled as far to one side as she could, so Jughead could join her when Romeo died.

Jughead stood above her, then took a deep breath.

Betty closed her eyes.

“How oft when men are at the point of death have they been merry, which their keepers call a lightning before death…” He started.

Betty couldn’t open her eyes to watch him, but she felt him scoop her hand into his. She tried to make it look limp.

“…Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath…” He continued.

It sounded like he was tearing up.

Shit he was good at this.

He continued his lines, sounding woeful. “…a dateless bargain to engrossing death.”

He kissed Betty lightly, then took a small flask out of his pocket. He continued his lines, then raised his flask and pretended to drink, and laid down beside his Juliet.  "Thy drugs are quick - thus with a kiss, I die,“ He whispered.

It was so easy to pretend it was just the two of them with her eyes closed. Betty was fairly relaxed.

She fluttered her eyes, opening them, and made a point to look directly at Jughead.

"What’s here?” She started reciting her lines.

Betty looked at Jughead’s closed eyes, seeing the tears staining his face - so he was crying. She kept saying lines flawlessly, looking only down at Jughead.

“…I will kiss thy lips. Haply some poison yet doth hang on them, to make me die with a restorative.” She murmured and leaned down to kiss Jughead. “Thy lips are warm.” She murmured.

Jughead’s mouth turned every so slightly up at the corners.

Betty pulled out a prop-knife from the drama department, holding it above her slightly.

“…I’ll be brief. O happy dagger, this is thy sheath. There rust and let me die." 

She stabbed herself, laying back on the desk.

The teacher errupted in applause, then students around them half-heartedly following.

"You might want to check Jughead’s flask, teach, make sure there’s nothing in there,” Reggie called from the back of the room.

Betty was snapped back to reality quickly. She opened her eyes and squeezed Jughead’s hand.

“Thank you,” She murmured to him as she returned to her seat.

“I wouldn’t play Romeo with anyone else,” He smirked.

heat of the moment - ut!sans x reader

Summary: well it’s a bit weird to find your rescuer smokin’ hot, isn’t it?

Pairing: sans x reader

notes: i went ahead and did this one just to see how i could manage, but imma be for real. it was hard to write, since i’ve lost my house to a fire back in january and it was sorta?? bringing back a lot of bad memories?? but i didnt want to leave ya hanging, so here. i hope you enjoy it!

You stared, your wide eyes watering behind your mask in the smoke filled air, as the short skeletal figure lounged on a burning sofa and ignored the disbelieving firefighter standing before him.

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On Edge (Ch. 1)

Summary: An alternate version on 5x10 where Ian confides in Sammi about something illegal Mickey had done in the past, and then Mickey gets arrested.

Word Count: 1103

Notes: This took me forever to write, again to the person who requested this in my messages, I’m sorry! Hope you like it :)


Sammi was the only one home when Ian walked in the house with a burnt hand wrapped in a flimsy cloth. She was a nosey thing, so she obliged to help fix him up. “Sit. C’mon, I’m not gonna bite,” she pulled out a chair for the redhead.

Hesitantly, Ian listened. He was annoyed that Sammi was even there, but he did need his hand to be wrapped up better than it was, so maybe it couldn’t be too bad for the moment.

“So, how’s Mickey?” The blonde woman asked as she wiggled her eyebrows.

Ian chuckled. “Other than being worried about me and constantly on edge all the time, he’s doing good,” he said. A slight grin then appeared on his face as he thought about how far Mickey has come. “He’s good.”

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theblackvixen  asked:

Could I by chance have some murdoc talking to the reader about the really messed up shit that happened to him as a kid while he and his s/o are out just chilling and watching the stars? Thanks! Congrats on opening up the new blog! I'm sure it's gonna go great!

(A/N: this is going to hurt me more than it will hurt you… maybe. but thank you for following, i really appreciate it <3)

“Will ya just take my coat already? You’re shiverin’ really fucking hard.”

You peered over at Murdoc and feigned a glare. “Y-you’re actually concerned about that?” You fidgeted and pulled the thin sleeves of your sweater around your knuckles. “Because I’m not! I’m t-trying to see a falling star o-or something. You come out to th-the mountains to see th-things like that.”

Your boyfriend rolled his eyes and muttered something unintelligible as he took his jacket off and put it around you. You noticed that he didn’t seem to mind the cold and comfortably snuggled into the jacket. You leaned up against him after your shivering subsided and he laughed. He turned to kiss your forehead and rested his head on your shoulder.

“Feelin’ better?”

You smile and nod, almost too engrossed in the stars above you to even hear Murdoc. Every constellation stood out to you, and you could even see the haziness of the Milky Way. Your brain began to wander to far off places as you imagined what life could be like away from here. You stayed quiet for an inordinately long time. Murdoc had never seen you so relaxed and at peace before, and it almost unsettled him. He wondered what was crossing your mind for a brief moment, only stopping because he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. You were always intuitive and were pretty good at sensing when something need to be talked about, and unfortunately, he had a lot of things that he wanted to discuss.

You cleared your throat softly before staring up at the sky and asking, “Do you ever wonder what it’d be like to be from… Somewhere else? Y’know, like another planet?”

Murdoc let out a small chuckle and shrugged. “How ‘bout another universe?”

You raised your eyebrows in consideration and looked over at him. His face was barely illuminated by the half-moon above you, but you could sense that he was holding something back. He wanted you to pry.

“Why would you want to be from another universe? You might not be here with me.” You nudged him softly and tried to make eye contact, but Murdoc fixated his eyes on the city view, far beneath the mountain’s peak. He inhaled shakily and sighed heavily.

“That may be true, but in another universe I wouldn’ be so… Mentally fucked. I wouldn’ have had to deal with not having my mum around. Even if that was the only detail that was different, I feel like I woulda turned out at least a little more stable than this.” He rubbed his temples and continued before you could interject. “Or, maybe I would’ve had a somewhat decent father instead ‘a some sick fuck who makes his son do humiliatin’ shit for money. Satan fuckin’ knows how I coulda been different had he actually given a shit about me…”

Murdoc continued on an emotionally charged rant about all the things that could have been different, or better. You felt your heart dropping as he strayed further away from your question and further into bare vulnerability. He told you accounts of his brother’s abuse, his dive into alcoholism– he even confided his darkest secret to you, the piece that no one ever believed. By the time Murdoc finished speaking, you were sobbing quietly, leaned into him and clutching his arm. He, on the other hand, was stoic and motionless. You sat up and tried to catch your breath. You needed to respond. You needed to make it okay for him. You needed to be the strong one. You wiped your tears and took a shaky breath. 

“Murdoc, none of that was your fault. Not a single second of it. And I wish that you never had to be put through so much…” The tears welled up in your eyes before you could control them. “Please, look at me, Murdoc, I need to talk to you.” He reluctantly turns his head and meets your eye. You could have sworn you saw them glisten.

“What do ya need ta say? That you don’t believe me either?”

The softness and the hurt in his voice caused your tears to spill over. “No, Murdoc, not at all. I believe every word you’ve said. Every single one. I just…” you swallow, trying not to sob, “I just don’t like hearing you say that you wish you didn’t exist here, I don’t like that someone caused you to feel that way, and I don’t like that people broke you like they did!” The tears are flowing freely from both you and Murdoc at this point, and you throw your arms around him and hold him closely.

“You didn’t deserve to feel so much pain. I wish I could take it all away from you.” You felt the sobs as they came, and boy, did they hurt. Murdoc began to sob as well, feeling so relieved that someone actually seemed to understand tor once. Someone actually believed him, and it felt almost surreal. He held on to you tightly, finally allowing himself to feel some semblance of peace. He continued to sob heavily, but he managed to compose himself for a moment.

“I love you, Y/n, and you really are the best thing that’s ever happened ‘ta me.”

“I love you, too, Murdoc. So much.”

(and then a lot more crying and stuff because emotional repression is a bINCH HOPE U LIKE IT LUV)

Love Never Changes

Warnings: a little angst, some fluff
Rating: everyone
Summary: Steve Rogers x Reader where they’re friends and she gets into a dangerous accident which results in her sitting in a wheelchair. She gets depressed and ignores Steve because of her inability to do the things she used to do, but Steve finds a way to show her that he still loves her regardless (as requested by @phanalamatrash)
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“I’ll race you,” you told him excitedly, a huge smile plastered on your face. 

Before you could start to run, Steve stopped you with a gentle hand on your arm. “Wait, that’s not fair, I’m carrying the picnic basket!” He gave you a look and gestured to the large picnic basket he was holding.

“So? You’re a super soldier, you have the strength to carry…what, a picnic basket? That’s nothing!”

“I like being fair, y’know-”

“C’mon, old man,” you giggled, patting him on the back, “this should be easy for you.”

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elstarwarslover  asked:

hey i was wondering if you'd do some more trans mercy with nb pharah? And maybe have pharah and zarya interacting some more? I love your work btw! :)

I covered the Fareeha & Aleks part here, since I had another req for more NB Fareeha, so this one is Angela-centric.

In which Angela has a bad day, learns to ask for things, when she needs them, and allows herself to be vulnerable in front of Fareeha.  Also, Pharmercy bc… that’s just how it is.

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Who Is He? Pt 4 (JaredLeto!Joker Imagine)

Yes, finally. And pt 5 will be the last one. I want to mention that the last idea that I used to get this and next part done was thanks to @karissa-pengu and her friend (which name I don’t know)!! Thank u gurls =]

Originally posted by diablito666

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When I tried to wake up my eyelids felt so heavy. I rubbed my eyes to help myself and I found me laying in a comfortable bed in a room I didn’t know. At least I was alone. I took a deep breathe, as I remembered everything that had happened in the last weeks, but a slight pain made me stop. I looked down at my abdomen and saw it was all wrapped up in bandages making me frown. Hell my life was a freaking mess.

I stayed in that position for a few minutes untill my body reminded me I was starving making noises in my stomach. As if someone else had heard it, the door opened letting a suited man enter. My eyes followed his movements till he was a few feet near the bed.

—I’m Louie. The boss sent me to tell you, if you were awake, that you have to take a shower in that bathroom —he pointed a door I had seen before— and then meet him at dinner.

I raised my left eyebrow looking expectantly at him waiting for an explanation to all those demands.

—Please, miss. Is what Mr. J said. His orders, not mines. —He smiled gently at me and left the room.

What. the. fuck? It took me a while understand what was going on. I reposed in the bed a little more, enjoying it after so many days without one. I was actually dying for a good shower too so I slowly and very carefully stood up from the bed and took a minute to let my body get used to beeing on my feet. My movements were easy and calm, trying my very best not to force my torso and hurt myself anymore. I walked to the bathroom at first observing it in a mini examination. Pretty. I let the hot water run and undressed my body. I didn’t know what or how to do with the bandages so after a second thought I decided to remove them and later I would try to put them back.

The warm water, the delicious soap, the magical shampoo and conditioner almost made me believe everything was okay again. Fuck how I had missed that. It was maybe the longest bath I had ever took and it was wonderful. My wounds were better and in process of healing. I cleaned my injured body, the water getting dirty with the dust and the red liquid. Once I was done I slenderly dried myself. I wrapped my hair in a towel and looked for new bandages, which I found in the counter with all I needed. I did the best I could and I was pretty satisfied with the result. In the way to the bathroom I had seen my bags on the floor and brought them inside the small room. I searched for clean clothes but before putting them on I examined my body in the big mirror. Apart from the cuts I had still little bruises from the beating of Paul. After I changed I took my so missed make up and started doing magic. Beginning with my very notable dark circles under my eyes, I applied concealer and everything else later.

I watched myself with attention in the mirror. I was myself again. Combat boots, black stockings, blue high waist short jeans, dark violet band t-shirt with an also black leather jacket. As accesories I had a chained choker, lots and lots of wristbands and a beanie the same colour of the shirt. My make up was hidding all the horror of my life, from the bruises till the dark circles, with my wine-colored lipstick, winged eyeliner and mascara. All of this distinguishing my natural  skin.

I calmed myself before opening the bedroom door, where “Louie” was waiting for me at the other side. He looked amazed at my change of looks but didn’t say a word about it. We started walking, he in front of me guiding me where to go. As I walked I observed everything around me, amazing me. Long halls, big wooden doors, nice portraits and masterpieces of art hanging in the walls… The house was incredible. I could only dream of something like that.

Finally we arrived a big big dinning room with a long dark wooden table with a beautiful flower arrangement in the center and twelve padded white and black chairs around. At one of the ends were two sets of plates and all perfectly accommodated, and most important, in the chair of the end was him. Dressed for a gala, with a black suit and a white flower in his chest pocket. Also he had a purple walking stick with his hands reposing on it. As always his green hair, extremly white skin and dark red lipstick were intact. At first sight he looked up and down my appearence but remained silent. His right hand made a gesture inviting me to sit down next to him where the second set of plates was. I looked suspiciously at him and slowly obeyed.

—Well well well, how are you feelin’, little girl? —the smile he gave me was kinda creepy I must say.

—Uhm… better, I think.

—Good good. Now —his creepy happy expression not changing —I guess you must be very hungry, don’t ya?

Okay so he was really creeping me out with his facial features and his attitude towards me.

—Suuure… —I couldn’t help the confused gesture in my face.

A waiter served a lot of trays, bowls and plates filled with food. Also a few jars with water, wine and juice. I looked at all the delicacy in front of me. I have never seen so many food together. Sometimes with mom we would have to pass the day without one or two meals, some days without eating at all. I have to admit she felt so miserable those days. A sudden wave of rage rushed inside me at the realization he had been living like this while I was lucky if I had two meals at day.

—Why the frowny poney, little girl?

—You really wanna know, looney? —I mocked at him. He looked a little startled but recomposed quickly. —Because I can’t believe you’ve been living like this as I was struggling to live! I can understand you couldn’t stand my mother, cause hell I know how she is, but I am your daughter! You’ve let me practically surviving alone in life!

Suddenly I stopped talking cause breathing had become difficult and I felt dizzy out of nowhere.

—Why don’t you eat something first, and then you can yell at me all you want, little girl? Cause you look like you just saw a ghost—he smiled again and began to fill his plate with food.

I took a glass of water and then began doing the same as him. The food was incredibly delicious. I tried to eat calmly but I just couldn’t. Between the hunger and the amazing taste I couldn’t control myself. At the same time I watched him eat. Always delicate and polite like some kind of king.

-x-

We had chocolate brownies and ice cream for dessert, thing I hardly tasted cause I was so full. But I was in a better mood now I had eaten and I was feeling the energy rebulding again. He stood up and again made a gesture with his hand indicating me to follow him. We walked trough other compartment connected with the dinning room. There were more expensive couchs the same theme as the chairs, black painted wood and white leather to sit on.

The waiter came again and He just nodded at him, the waiter going away like if he did this everyday. We spent like five uncomfortable quiet minutes till the waiter came again this time his right hand holding a tray with two cups, two spoons, a teapot and a sugar bowl. He placed everything on the little table in the center of the room and left, leaving again the tedious silence.

He crossed his legs at the knees and filled his cup with coffee, adding one spoon and a half of sugar. As he took his first sip his eyes looked at me just above the edge of the white cup, waiting for me to start rambling.

I closed my eyes and when I opened them I let a heavy sigh leave my body relaxing myself. Focus Cassandra. Keep yourself together come on.

—I think it would be a good idea that you tell me how everything happened so we avoid my angry rants, shall we?

He nodded and put his cup down. He took a moment to think his words and calmly began talking.

-x-

When he was done talking I stayed thinking everything he just said and analyzing every word. Some things were the way I had supposed and others I haven’t even imagined them. One of my conclusions were that the three of us were guilty. He was as guilty as my mum and I was a lil too. They obviously hadn’t used protection, my mom never waited to talk with him, he was insane and didn’t know how to manage himself and I blamed them for my mistakes. We were all wrong and right at the same time. This wasn’t easy at all.

—Well… what now? —I looked expectant at him. I wanted to try make peace, and I was still afraid of going back to the apartment. And the streets weren’t an option anymore.

—You know I can’t let you l—Please. —I didn’t feel okay calling him dad just yet, but Mr. J felt as incorrect—Joker… I don’t have anywhere to go… I don’t want to go back at that building and I don’t want to be beaten up again… Please…—I never begged but this was far out of context.

He kept quiet with a thoughtfull expression. —You are no safer here, little girl. Besides your mother must be worried sick. You have to go back.

—Please! I promise I won—No, Cassandra. I’m not discussing this. You can stay here tonight but tomorrow my men will take you to your mom. —Ple—Enough!

I looked down at my lap and released a weak sigh again. My eyes closed in an attemp to stop the pain but it didn’t work. Was I that worthless for him?

—Goodnight. —he finished his coffee and stood up quickly, leaving me alone in the room.

-x-

At 6 am I heard a knock at the door.

—Coming. —my morning voice plus my bad mood sounded extra raspy and annoyed.

I uncovered myself from the bedspreads and walked to the bathroom where I brushed my theet and looked at my sleepless expression. I haven’t glued an eye in all night and the dark circles showed it. I took my bags and opened the door to find another suited man waiting for me. I followed him downstairs to the principal door. There he was, standing straight and confident as always. He turned his head, given that he was back facing me, and his eyes examinated my face. I didn’t even glance at him but I could see he frowned a lil bit. He noticed my attitude but I think he decided to ignore it. And ignore me.

Although all the bullshit, I did feel the need to thank him. After all he had saved my life, despite I didn’t want to, feeded me and let me sleep in a bed. So before getting into the black car waiting for me I turned around facing him.

—Thank you. For everything. —I didn’t wait for a reply cause I was still hurt from the night before and I didn’t want anymore pain. Not physical, not emotional. Not anymore.

-x-

I stood frozen in front of the grey door with my bags hanging in my hands. I was just standing there staring at the door. The door that would change my life, the door that leaded to my misery, to violence. I was just thinking. But I was so immersed in thought I didn’t notice the door had opened and my mom was looking amazed at me. Her eyes filled with tears and a second after her arms were wrapping me in a tight embrace. I didn’t hug her back. I just waited for her to let me go, which she did after long minutes.

—Oh my baby girl, you’re back! You have no idea the hell I’ve been trough without you here. You got me so worried where, in the name of God, were you?!

—I don’t wanna talk about it. This changes nothing though. I’m here cause I need my bed and the bathroom. Nothing less nothing more.

Hurt crossed her eyes as she gave me a sad smile. I looked behind her to the couch where the Devil usually was but I found it empty. My eyes went bac to my mom and she answered my silent question.

—Paul left yesterday and hadn’t come back yet. Sometimes he disappears for few days and then comes back… Are you hungry? I can bake you a cake…?

—No. I’m fine…

-x-

Three days went on since I was back in the apartment and I have barely left my room. Apparently Paul hadn’t come back yet but my mother keeps saying is normal, so my chances of him never coming back are almost null.

—Honey can you please do me a favor?

I sighed heavily and stood up from my bed going to the kitchen.

—What?

—Can you go to the store and buy me this? —she handed me a list with food supplies. —The money is on the table. —she said while she kept washing the dishes.

I took it and saved both the money and the list in the pocket of my hoodie. I put my earbuds again and went down the stairs to the cheap store near the building. When I reached the ground floor I saw a blue car parked in front of the building. The windows were polarized so I couldn’t see if it had people inside. I looked at it suspiciously but walked away from it in direction to the market.

When I was coming back with a bag filled with the things my mom asked I looked again at the misterious car as I walked to the door of the building. I didn’t get so far. I freaked out when two big strong arms grabbed me.  I hadn’t hear anyone coming behind me because I had music blasting in my earbuds. My hand let the bag fall while I struggled to escape from the grip.

I recognised the big body. It was him. It was my worst nightmare. Paul was back and ready to beat me up to death… or worse.


Part 5

A Matter of Trust (Part 12/??)

A/N: Hello you beautiful people, you! Thank you so much for being so patient with this part. This summer has been crazy busy for me and I was kind of lacking in motivation but I pushed through and I think y'all will be pleased with this part. Or at least I really hope you will!

A few of you wanted to be tagged (which, just, THANK YOU): katywright340, kneekeyta, i-love-mmfd, luvs-jade, learningacceptanceme, cestmoiyoko, courtkismet, areyousad8118, theblanknotebook, tinakegg I think that’s all of you, if you want to be tagged for the next part just let me know! I’ve learned not to make promises as to when it will be out so I’ll just say this… It’ll be out when it’s out. :D

Thanks for always being so awesome. You guys are seriously the best.

And as always, thanks to shanshenanigan for just being the best. :D

Enjoy! xx

Finn rang just after nine to make sure he was looking at the right time table. Rae grabbed her ticket off the counter and confirmed that she was arriving at the train station at 5:46 p.m. “You’re sure?” Finn asked for the third time. “For fuck’s sake, Finnley. Yes!” She heard a tiny snicker through the receiver and smiled warmly. They were silent for a minute before Finn told Rae he couldn’t wait to see her and hung up with a soft click. Rae’s heart skipped a beat as soon as she heard a dead line and bolted up the stairs to get ready for their meeting. Given all that had happened before her trip home, she was not expecting a date with Finn when she got back to university, meaning she didn’t pack anything that was worthy.

Is it a date? Does he still want that after everythin’ that happened?

She rifled through her closet searching for something that would work. She mostly had band t-shirts but that’s all she ever wore. She wanted something different. She found a burgundy skirt that she completely forgot she had and thought it would look wonderful with her new pea coat.

Now to find a top… I wonder if mum will let me borrow one…

“MUM!” Rae hollered out of her bedroom door so her mother could hear her from the kitchen.

“Yes, Rae?” She heard her mother say from the bottom of the stairs.

“Can I borrow a top?”

“For what?” Her mother teased.

“For… Uhh…”

“Oh, it’s alright, Rae.” Her mother’s laugh made its way up the stairs. “Of course you can. Just make sure it’s not one of my new ones.” She added turning back to the kitchen.

“Thanks!”

Rae pushed the door of her mom and Karim’s bedroom open and was met with the comfortable scent of Karim’s aftershave and her mom’s perfume. She smiled as she breathed in, the feeling of a warm blanket closing around her. She walked over to her mother’s walk-in closet and her mouth fell to the floor.

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