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rockinthebeastmode · 1 year

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guess who realized shes been giving previews on AO3 and not here? so heres a few tings ive been pondering over. please enjoy and thx for reading lovelies

Night Shift VI

Rae woke reluctantly to music playing and kitchen noise and she wearily rolled out of bed to stumble to the loo. After making herself halfway presentable, she went to the kitchen, surprised to see the myriad of food cooking.

“Oi, get back in bed,” Finn instructed, waving a spatula at her, “Breakfast’s not done.”

“Shite...you’re a morning person,” she grumbled, his answering grin nearly blinding her. Wine hangovers were always the worst.

He chuckled and kissed her neck before returning to the stovetop. He moved around expertly and Rae went about making tea. Finn already had the kettle on so she grabbed sugar and bourbon. She poured a healthy splash in a mug while he was turned away and then surreptitiously put the bottle away.

“Y’dont have to hide it.” She frowned and he shrugged, “I understand.”

“Do you?” She wasn’t sure she could believe him. He hesitated.

“I was in rehab awhile back.”

“For drinking?”

“Not entirely,” he swallowed before going on, “I used to be a cokehead, but then it was pain pills and alcohol…”

“Anything else?” She couldn’t say she was shocked but certainly didn’t think he was the type.

“Just spliff,” He joked weakly, his head tilting, “What about you?”

“Not really…” she shrugged, “I’ve tried stuff at parties but nothing else stuck.”

“Good,” he said genuinely, pain behind his eyes as he nodded and looked her over.

“C’mon,” he took her hand and urged her into the hall, “Back to bed with you. Food’s almost up, alright?”

Rae didn’t argue, her stomach rumbling embarrassingly loud.

He lingered after she sat at the foot of the bed, kissing her firmly and she held him to her with a hand in his hair, the other running down his bare chest. He allowed the kiss to deepen, his tongue sliding along hers but he shortly leaned away with a sigh.

“You’ll be the death of me, girl,” he whispered, shaking his head.

“I could say the same,” she added, raising a brow at him before tugging him back, her lips pressing to his hard.

He groaned, his fingers moving through her hair and running over her cheek. His thumb stroked over her chin and he held her to him as he devoured her inside and out. She whimpered slightly when he pulled back again, his breath short.

“Okay…” He took a deep breath, “Breakfast,” he reminded them both, smiling wide at her instant pout. He backed a step and turned, hands fisting at his sides.

Doin’ Time II

Finn rubbed his hands together in happy anticipation as Rae finished stirring the batter into smooth waves.

“Let’s have a taste then,” Finn beamed, already reaching for the spoon. Rae smacked his hand away, scowling at his affronted grunt.

“No, there’s raw egg, knobhead,” she protested, holding the bowl away from him.

He kept his arms outstretched around her frame to grab for it and she laughed and shifted as he pressed to her side, her arse sliding across his front. He stiffened, barely stopping his arms from encircling her waist, and instead dropping them to his side. She spun away from him, a cheeky smile in place. She placed the bowl on the counter, a dollop of batter smearing across her thumb. She licked it away without thinking and her eyes widened when Finn raised his brows at her, a devious grin forming.

“So that’s how it’s gonna be?” he drawled, advancing towards her slowly. She kept her back to the bowl and when he reached her, she grabbed his biceps, holding him back.

“Don’t you dare, Nelson,” Rae breathed, her fingers light on his skin. Her grip tightened when he leaned closer to her.

All Mixed Up II

Rae was all moved in a couple weeks later. She was still nervous about it but glad to be with Chloe and saving money.

Unfortunately, her first few days were a bit lonely. Chloe was balancing uni and modeling gigs, both of which kept her out of the house often. Archie, who’s parents apparently owned the house, wasn’t around much either, with his schooling as well as a rumoured relationship. Rae was left to settle in with only Finn there; however, he seemed to be in and out a lot. She guessed he had classes too but she quickly noticed his early morning entrances, sometimes with a girl, sometimes not, but he always ended up passing out somewhere other than his room.

She suspected he was a bit of a drinker, given the state of him when she’d come across his unconscious body but that wasn’t any of her business—she really had no idea what he was about now that they were out of college and older.

Back then, he’d been cocky and somewhat arrogant but showed a totally different side when she’d put him in his place.

Now, he was more subdued and obviously no less of a flirt but the girls he brought home never stayed long. In fact, there wasn't a single time one had been in his room longer than an hour at the most.

Curiosity overwhelmed her and she found herself asking Archie about him, knowing how close they were.

#i wanna write #help pls #fic preview #mmfd fanfic #my mad fat diary #nightshift #allmixedup #dointime

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commonpeople-fic · 1 year

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ok, so...I know you promised that you're still working on this story that despite myself I am still obsessed with... and I know we won't get a new chapter until it's complete and perfect, but.... how about a tiny preview, like just a few paragraphes, to keep the dream alive?? :D If you don't want to, I understand and no pressure. I will wait until you feel it's ready! xxx

Dear anon!

You are wonderful, thank you so much for still carrying a torch for this story :) It's been a while since I could devote any brain power to writing, or the time for writing as a hobby, when I needed to write for pay (and you guys know I hate writing, so that was too much writing...).

HOWEVER, from time to time me and @madfatty my lovely beta and friend, had been sporadically working on it. We were making real progress... and then I decided to re-work an entire plot point, so now there's even more writing to do 😐

I guess what I'm saying is - as always - it's coming, only very slowly. And yes, dearest anon, as per your request, here's a small part of the next chapter. Note that it's not fully beta-ed! so all mistakes are mine alone. Oh, and you don't get much of anything really interesting (I know what your guys are really interested in wink wink). But hey.

I hope this helps to restore your faith in me... and thank you for asking! 💖💖💖 Shiri AKA Witchstuff

Excerpt from Common People, chapter 9

... Forty minutes later, Rae is feeling a whole lot better. She’s still got tremors in her hands, she can still feel the choking tears in her aching throat, but when you go through a magical door into an alternate universe made of light and noise and people and excited expectation, other shit tends to fade into the background.

Rae’s never felt anything like it before. Every fantasy she’s ever had about attending a big concert to watch proper musicians that she loves, has paled in comparison with the feeling of actually standing in the venue, in the middle of the enormous lobby crowded with people who are just as excited as she is. She’s trying to take it all in, her eyes are gobbling it all up, to remember every moment, every sound.

On the one hand, she’s never been anywhere that’s more her in all her life. The noise, the excitement, the fans practically climbing out of their skin from sheer anticipation; that is exactly how she should spend her life. Band T-shirts and the occasional snippet of excited music-related conversation made her feel she’s finally in her element; these are her people.

On the other hand,it’s all absolutely terrifying. Rae feels uniquely exposed, as if they all can see how clueless she is. As if they all know each other, but she’s a stranger at the party and they can all tell that it’s her first time and that she’s a total poseur who just doesn’t belong.

She’d spent twenty minutes with her back to a wall, as befitting a wallflower who suddenly found herself at the cool kids’ party unprepared. She wants to go exploring, check out the merchandise booth, piled high with Stone Roses garments calling her name. She wants to make eye contact with some of the fans and maybe get into a conversation about her favorite topic. But she just has to hold the wall up, can’t just step away from it, she’s holding her personal sky from falling.

Clasping her hands in a futile attempt to get rid of the tremors, she takes a big breath and shuts her eyes, frantically trying to remind herself this is the best night of her life. They don’t know you, she repeats inwardly, they don’t know you’re not like them. She’s still trying to convince her feet to move, her body to fake confidence and walk to the merch booth, when her ears catch a bit of the conversation taking place not too far from her. “- shouldn’t have worn these dumb clothes. I should’ve put on my own shirt, like that cool girl. Look at her, she’s fucking boss”. “You look hot, though!”, says another girl, sounding apologetic. Her friend’s not having it. Her voice rises in frustration. “I look dumb and I’ve got high heels on, for fuck sake. Is the cool girl wearing high heels? No. She’s got converse on and she looks fucking perfect…” The drive-by convo moves past Rae and now she sees the pretty, leggy blond girl in a hot-pink mini dress throwing adoring looks back her way. Rae almost turns to look for the “cool girl” in question when she realizes in shock, they’re looking right at her. At Rae.

For a few seconds more, she continues to stare blindly at the spot where both girls (proper girls, girly girls, Chloe-type girls, what her mum wants her to be type-girls), had disappeared into the crowd.

They were literally talking about her.

Rae smiles and goes exploring.

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She stands in front of the merch booth and she’s close to tears again, this time in frustration at how unfair life is. Every fucking thing on that table is so bloody expensive, Rae would need to go home, get a job, work for a month and come back, and even then she could probably only afford like a key chain or something. She checks out every product anyway, trying to console herself that the designs aren’t that great, that there isn’t that much variety, that she prefers underground stuff made by fans, not corporations… she can almost believe it.

A bored looking sales girl asks if she can help her. Rae pretends that she’s interested in purchasing a T-shirt. And then, it happens. Of all the things that could go wrong, and really, the way this night is going, it could be anything, the one thing she never expected, was that she’d be standing by the merch table, with an impatient sales girl suggesting loudly that she get a Men’s XXL, because “They don’t make women’s shirts in your size”, and that would be the moment she runs into Finn fucking-everywhere Nelson.

#common people fic #common people #chapter 9 #snippet #excerpt #mmfd fanfiction #mmfd fanfic #mmfd fic #mmfd #my mad fat diary #rae earl #finn nelson #pride and prejudice fanfiction #pride & prejudice #p&p #p&p au #thanks for ASKing!#writing is haaaaaaaaard

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louise152 · 1 year

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I read a MMFD fanfic about Finn being famous and Rae was his secret girlfriend, think Olivia was the mean manager or something. I can’t remember the name but would love to read it again if anyone else knows off it?

#mmfd fanfic #mmfd fandom #mmfd

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flirtmcgirt · 1 year

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I’m committing to absolutely nothing, but I’m bored until school starts again in February (don’t tell my boss or she’ll find something 🤷‍♀️). ANYWAYS, is MMFD fic completely dead? I need a hobby again. But first I need an idea, hm. I miss when people would just throw out prompts.

#mmfd #mmfd fanfic #hello it’s me is anyone there?

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endemictoearth · 9 months

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I was looking for a my mad day diary fanfic I had read a few years ago and I was hoping you could help. All I can remember is Izzy had some kind of cancer or sickness. Rae and Finn had a smut scene in front of a mirror. I think some guy was like obsessed /staked Rae. These might be a few fics in one lol but anything helps! Or even any recommendations!

I had to do some digging and thinking back, bc every username I ever knew has fallen out of my brain. I think you might be looking for (no longer on tumblr) fanningon's Series 3/4 fic? I found them on AO3, so you can take a look and see if it's what you were searching for.

#mmfd fanfic #answers to questions #well one hopes anyhow

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marigoldandnasturtium · 9 months

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REQUEST: MMFD FANFIC WRITERS; if you are still active...

can someone write a fic where rae has a normal day - as boring as it sounds- where nothing happens. she wakes up ok, she has her fave breakfast, she puts on her fave album, she get's ready in an outfit that makes her feel really cool and herself. a fic of a day where she is really content just being herself.

bonus points if it's in her childhood and extra bonus points if finn makes an appearance.

if you do please tag me

#mmfd fanfic #mmfd #rae earl #finn nelson #request

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peterjakes · 2 years

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My Mad Fat Diary Fanfic - Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Selfish Mutterings

Archie meets up with Finn and realises how selfish he has been. From trying to avoid Barney, the two end up together once again but Archie cracks.

also posted on ao3; https://archiveofourown.org/works/20154688/chapters/106548834

Archie hadn’t seen Barney in almost three weeks, not that he was counting. After their last encounter, Archie wasn’t sure how he was supposed to feel. Maybe Barney hadn’t remembered certain parts, they were pretty drunk and when you’re drunk, you can blackout, forget stuff. But Archie didn’t forget, he didn’t forget any of it. And that wasn’t because he was clinging onto meaningless things. No, Archie remembered them because they did actually happen. But what Barney had said at college that day, he clearly had remembered them. He even said those words out loud, even if they were only whispered. But Barney had clearly been thinking about what had happened, why would he have corned Archie if he didn’t care? He could have just ignored it, but maybe that would have been even more awkward. Maybe Archie was overthinking it all, which was something he regularly did.

Archie knew he had to clear his mind of all this Barney stuff, it was messing with his head and honestly, he didn’t want to deal with that anymore. He wanted to actually enjoy the time he had left in Lincolnshire before heading up to Durham and probably never seeing half of these people again. No, that wasn’t true. Maybe he wouldn’t speak to Izzy or Chloe. Maybe not even Rae. Or Chop. But Finn? Well, Archie couldn’t imagine his life without Finn in it. He hadn’t really spoken to Finn much in the past few weeks, too entangled in his own drama. And that wasn’t fair. Finn was always there for Archie, always. Archie had just been selfish, worrying about a boy who didn’t even like him, who didn’t even know what he wanted. It was all so stupid. It was obvious something was going on with Finn and Rae, which Archie didn’t like to see. Those two were perfect for each other, and maybe they’d have a few bumps along the way, but everything needed to work out for them. They both deserved it. Finn was never a big speaker, Archie knew that. And Archie never wanted to pry, but he hadn’t managed to get anything from Rae. She was keeping her lips firmly sealed, as was Chloe, which was very unlike her. Maybe Rae hadn’t told Chloe anything, maybe there wasn’t anything to worry about. Maybe Archie was just being extra cautious.

Archie hadn’t managed to get any more out of Finn when they met up in the park. It was a spur of the moment thing; Archie wasn’t intending of interrogating Finn, but it was nice to have something else to think of. Finn was wearing his signature leather jacket with a loose grey tee and jeans. Archie noticed how scruffy Finn looked, more so than usual. Archie couldn’t say he looked great himself, he was sure he’d worn this t-shirt yesterday, it definitely hadn’t been washed. But Archie doubted that Finn would even care.

“You alright?” Archie greeted Finn, trying to put on a brave face. It was clear to Archie that Finn wasn’t himself, and Archie could say he felt the same. But something felt odd.

“Nah, not really.” Finn was avoiding Archie, making sure not to look at him. It was as if he couldn’t face the two pairs of eyes meeting. Finn knew that the moment they looked at each other, he’d just crumble. Archie knew Finn, maybe more than anyone. Archie was one of the only people Finn could be honest with. But he was struggling with things more now, it had become harder.

“Yeah, I know how you feel.” Archie didn’t want to wallow in self-pity, and after realized how selfish he was being. But in that moment, he felt like only his problems mattered.

“S’up, Arch?” Finn moved to pull out a cigarette, lighting it and glancing over to Archie, watching him intently.

“Nothing, it’s nothing.” That was a lie, a big one. Archie knew it, and so did Finn.

Finn waited a moment before turning to Archie, head on.

“It’s her anniversary, ‘ya know.” Shit, it was. It had been 8 years since Finn’s mum had died. It wasn’t that Archie had forgotten, of course he hadn’t. But Finn didn’t grieve very publicly, not after that first year. Archie sometimes took flowers to her grave, if he was passing. Finn knew this of course, he knew Archie always bought the peonies, but they never spoke about it. Finn rarely spoke about his mum to anyone, only briefly mentioning it to Rae and Archie. Others knew but never wanted to push him. Archie didn’t either, but maybe this was why Finn was struggling. It made Archie’s struggles seem so meaningless. He still had his mum. She had seen him grow up into who he was today. And his mum was always so supportive, she tried her best. Archie couldn’t imagine life without her either.

“Doesn’t feel that long, does it? Like nothing’s changed.” He was wrong of course, so much had changed and sometimes Archie wish he could turn back the clock. Do things differently. But that was never going to happen.

“Everything ‘as, Arch.”

“I know. Have you spoke to Rae-“

“’bout me mum?” Finn questioned Archie, almost confused. He wasn’t talking about Rae, wasn’t thinking about Rae right now. It was obvious the two were having problems, but Finn didn’t want to talk about that, not right now. He wasn’t sure if he even wanted to talk about his mum. But talking to Archie, or even just spending time with him, it had always worked in the past. It had helped, in some way. Distracted him. And that’s what Finn needed.

“About anything. I thought you two were doing alright but-“

“We’re fine.” Finn answered almost at the exact time Archie had finished speaking, as if he knew exactly what Archie was going to say.

“Would Rae say the same? Look, mate, I just care about you, both of you.”

“Should start caring ‘bout ‘self ‘bit more.” That was harsh, Finn knew that, but it had to be said. It was becoming clearer and clearer than something was happening with Archie. Finn didn’t want to force anything out of him, just like he knew Archie wouldn’t do to him. But he cared about it and he wanted to help.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Feeling taken aback, Archie moved his glasses upwards.

“Come on, Arch. I’m not an idiot. Did ‘ya ever go and see someone, like ‘ya said?”

“No, I don’t…I don’t need to.”

“Right.”

Archie could tell Finn was pissed off, maybe not at him, but it did feel a bit like that. There were only a few times Archie could remember when they had argued or even disagreed. One of the more recent times was when Archie had decided to ask Rae out and then didn’t even bother to turn up. Archie was being a coward. He liked Rae, even back then, more than most people but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. He’d done it to other girls before, and every single time he was a coward. He couldn’t even tell Rae himself; making Finn do his dirty work. Finn did it, of course he did, he was his best mate. But Archie couldn’t help but feel a little bit of judgement from Finn. Archie knew now that maybe Finn just wanted Archie to be honest with himself. That was the first step.

“I’m sorry. Everything just feels so shit, but you know I’m here if you need?”

“’Course I do, bud.” Finn gave Archie a quick smile, but Archie could have sworn it was genuine.

The gang along with some others were hanging down the rec, the spring weather was picking up now and Archie couldn’t wait until the summer. Things just seemed much easier when the sun was blaring down at you. But being closer to the summer meant being closer to everything changing. Archie wasn’t sure if he was quite ready for that yet. He’d been so preoccupied with everything that he’d let his studies slip, only a little, but it enough for him to notice. He hated himself for that, the whole point of everything was for him to go to college, get out and make a life for himself. What was he doing?

But then again, he was only 18. He still had his whole lie ahead of him. He didn’t have to be a constant worrier. Maybe he should try to enjoy himself more. Ignoring everything that had happened over the past few months, when was the last time Archie actually enjoyed himself? Actually smiled. Was actually happy. Archie couldn’t remember. Maybe it was time for him to put himself first for once, and actually put himself first.

With this new state of mind, Archie felt much lighter. It was good to be hanging with the gang, everyone seemed to be getting on as much as they could. After his chat with Finn, he didn’t want to concern himself too much with any troubles Rae and Finn may be having. It was their relationship, not his. But they seemed better today. The two were sitting together, their legs intertwined with each other’s. They seemed to be talking about something, but it didn’t seem too deep. Rae was talking with her hands, whilst Finn watched her, smiling.

Izzy was occupied with Chloe, rambling on about some new film she’d gone to seen. Her and Chop were a little distant, but Chop hadn’t seen to notice. Smoking cigarettes with Little Al and Lizard like he didn’t have a care in the world. Chloe seemed happy, she was laughing and smiling. Her eyes lit up whenever Archie and Chloe locked eyes, he was happy to see her like this.

One person was missing. The lads hadn’t mentioned anything about Barney, not even acknowledging his absence. Archie hadn’t even noticed at first, he was too occupied trying to focus on something else for a change. It was true that Barney didn’t always turn up, it was very often that he would agree to things but never appear. He was always such a mystery.

But he wasn’t missing today. There he was, walking towards the group slowing, with a big smile on his face.

Barney. Shit. No, not shit. It didn’t matter that Barney was there. Of course, they were bound to bump into each other at some point. Barney didn’t want to talk or think about what had happened, so why should Archie? He wasn’t going to ignore him, that would be dumb, but he wasn’t going fawn all over him either. He was over that now. He didn’t want that. Greeted by the lads, Barney gave them all a wide smile, his teeth glistening in the sunlight. Archie was still sitting down; he hadn’t rushed to say hello and that was obvious to Barney.

“’lright, there, Arch?” Barney stumbled down beside Archie, seemingly ignoring everyone else. Archie could smell the beer from his breath, he was clearly already quite drunk. Much drunker than everyone else there. Barney shifted closer to Archie as he sat, his thighs almost leaning up against the boy beside him.

Archie nodded, trying to move away from Barney as subtly as he could. But in hindsight it didn’t actually matter, considering Barney was pretty drunk. “I’m fine, fine.”

“Well, that’s good, ain’t it?” Barney smiled at Archie; his eyes all dazed. He glanced around to the rest of the group, all in their own little worlds, as if to make sure no one was watching the two. “Beer?” Motioning over to the beer bottles sitting in the middle of the grass, Barney moved over to grab them before Archie could even answer.

“Er, yeah. Sure you should have one? You reek, Barney.” Taking a beer from Barney’s shaking hand, Archie couldn’t help but feel some concern for Barney. He didn’t hate him, far from that, he was worried about him. Regardless of what had happened.

“’t’s fine, stop fussing, Archie.” Barney tried to playfully push Archie off but ended up falling back himself. Archie couldn’t help but smile; Barney making a fool of himself is exactly what Archie needed right now. Archie watched Barney for a moment, before pulling him back up to reality.

“Fine, fine.” Archie nodded, wanting some normality between the two, although he knew it was unlikely that he was going to get it.

Barney seemed to ignore this comment, and just babbled on about pointless shit for the next 10 minutes. He did love the sound of his own voice, Archie understood that at least. And any other time, Archie would have hung onto every word that escaped Barney’s mouth. But not today.

It wasn’t until around 5 minutes later that Barney suddenly stopped look directly at Archie. He looked the way he looked when they kissed those few weeks ago at the party. Archie wasn’t sure whether Barney would do that again. He was drunk but everyone else was around, Barney wouldn’t risk it.

“We should go for a walk, stretch me legs, eh?” Before Archie could even contemplate an answer, Barney had pulled him up and started to walk away from the rest of their friends. He started rambling on about some funny story he thought Archie would like, but Archie wasn’t listening, not really. He wasn’t thinking about the story, but how angry he was getting. How hurt he really was. And how Barney didn’t even seem to know what he’d done.

Barney was acting normal, as it nothing had happened. It was starting to get pretty annoying. Archie hadn’t wanted to mention it, but keeping it hidden wasn’t going to help anyone. Archie was going to crack.

Crack.

All of a sudden, Barney had fallen to the ground. Archie was getting tired of this. Tired of being his helper, tired of tiptoeing around him. Enough was enough.

“Fuck, Archie…” Putting his hands out for Archie to pull him up, Barney smiled at him, as he was expecting Archie to fall down and do exactly what he wanted. But that wasn’t going to happen. Archie watched Barney struggle until he managed to pull himself up without Archie’s help.

“You can’t mess me about, Barney. It’s not fair. You don’t get what it’s like for me! It’s been … it’s been fucking hard, ‘lright? Guys like you, you just …you don’t know the effect you can have.” Archie tried his best to not raise his voice but he just couldn’t help it. He was angry now. It just wasn’t fair.

“Mate!” Barney seemed confused, which only made Archie more annoyed. Why wasn’t he getting it? Why did he think this was all OK?

“You can’t just… do the things you do and say the things you say!” The desperation was seeping through Archie’s voice, he just couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted Barney to at least understand. Archie couldn’t keep it all bottled up, not now.

“Mate, I get it, ‘lright? I do. ‘m sorry. Didn’t mean to ‘urt you, you’re a mate.”

“A mate? Right. Mates. You shouldn’t keep kissing a mate and then decide you don’t like it. That’s not on. I already get enough shit from people” Archie was angry, really angry. There’s only been a few standout moments in Archie’s life when he felt like he was going to explode. “I don’t need you making me look like an idiot.” Archie said calmly, but still making sure to Barney that he didn’t want to be messed about anymore and he wasn’t going to take it sitting down.

“You’re not an idiot, Arch. I… ‘m sorry. Real sorry. Fucked up, didn’t I? Forgive me? Please, Arch.” It had finally come, Barney had finally realized or at least started to understand what was happening. Barney tugged on Archie’s arm, hard, as if he didn’t want to ever let go. His eyes were wide, and he mind seem to be working quickly. But that didn’t matter. Archie had said what he’d wanted to say and there nothing else to be done.

“I think I need to go home. I’ll see ‘ya around Barney.”

#mmfd #my mad fat diary #mmfd fic #mmfd fanfic #mmfd fanfiction #my mad fat diary fic #my mad fat diary fanfic #my mad fat diary fanfiction #the two months #writing #mine #my writing

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i-dream-of-emus · 1 year

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It's TEN YEARS since the first episode of My Mad Fat Diary aired!

🎧📀📕🍻🍕🩱🎸🛵

Were you watching in the early days or did you discover it later (or even recently)?

If My Mad Fat Diary means something special to you, it'd be lovely to hear from you, either below or in an Ask. Memories of the show, favourite cast members, outfits, songs, or scenes, and the fanfics or fan art you loved.

Kristen (Genuine 1990s Teenager) xx

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kneekeyta · 3 months

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Just wanted to say, thank you for your wonderful fanfics! They were a treasure to find and a joy to read. I think I have binged them all, lol. You are such a great and talented writer. Every single story captured their characters beautifully! 🥲💖

Oh my goodness! Thank you thank you THANK YOU!! I’m so ecstatically happy you enjoyed them!! I wasn’t even sure anyone read mmfd fics anymore as I’m rarely on here these days, and it’s fantastic to know they are read. I appreciate you beyond belief!

These two dickheads, along with all of my fellow emus, will have a part of my heart forever. xx

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rahnesinclair · 1 year

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Hi! So I stumbled upon your MMFD fanfics the other day, and I have to say, I've seldom read such good exploration of Tix's character (as someone who has her as a personal fave), and at some point during "Tix's day out" I think I genuinely teared up. All this to say, thank you for writing them, and have a lovely day!

Oh wow, this is such a lovely ask!!! Tix was near and dear to me and I had a really hard time after she died. I never even finished the show tbh, it hurt like a bitch. Tix is such a lovely soul <3

#my mad fat diary

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finn-nelson-for-the-win · 2 years

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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: My Mad Fat Diary Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rae Earl & Finn Nelson, Rae Earl & Chloe Gemmel, Archie & Rae Earl, Rae Earl & Izzy, Rae Earl/Original Female Character(s), Archie & Chloe Gemmel, Chloe Gemmel & Finn Nelson, Chloe Gemmel & Izzy Characters: Rae Earl, Izzy (My Mad Fat Diary), Chloe Gemmel, Archie (My Mad Fat Diary), Finn Nelson, Chop Peters, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, #Hot Girl Summer, Queerplatonic Relationships, Summer Vacation, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Slow Burn

#mmfd #my mad fat diary #mmfd fanfic #my mad fat diary fanfiction #my writing #finn-nelson-for-the-win #home for the summer-ao3

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rockinthebeastmode · 1 year

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I recently went down the rabbit hole of rereading mmfd fanfic and Night Shift STILL hits me in the feels lol

🥺 same tho, I think about Night Shift all the time; whenever I finally write again Ima work on that first thing for sure 👌🏽

#i miss writing sm i need to get my ass in gear yall #anonymous #asks #mmfd fanfic #nightshift

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heylittlehollywood · 3 years

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Whiling Away

This has been hanging in my drafts for a while.

Merry Christmas, MMFD fam x

He watches as she checks her watch for the fourth time in about twenty minutes. She looks more put out every time she sees the answer on her wrist, her nose wrinkling up like she’s just realized she’s got dog shite on the bottom of her trainers.

She brushes her long raven hair out of her face, throwing it behind her right shoulder as she glances around her. Finn quickly diverts his eyes and looks down at his boots with an amused snort. He doesn’t need her noticing him noticing her...not that it’s bloody likely; she hasn’t so much as smiled his way in the last four hours that they’ve been sat here in the terminal.

He looks up and to his left, finding Chop and Archie curled up in their seats and facing each other. Chop’s girlfriend Izzy is tucked under his arm, her head tilted at an odd angle resting atop his chest. Finn doesn’t know how the lot of ‘em managed to fall asleep, not with all of the people milling about and the constant stream of announcements over the intercom.

He chances another look at the beauty sitting across from them and finds her mate staring at him. His shoulders jump in surprise at the direct eye contact. He chuckles to himself and shrugs at the mate before his eyes dart to the dark haired woman again.

The woman’s shoulder shakes from the nudge from her mate and pretty soon the beauty’s eyes connect with his. Her startled expression and slight curve to her mouth has him shifting forward in his seat.

“She’s a pretty thing, isn’t she Finny?” Chop announces from next to him, sitting up in his chair and lifting his hands up to cup his chest. Poor Iz grumbles as she sits up next to him, moving her neck to the side with a wince.

Finn’s head falls forward into his hands. “Make it a bit more obvious, will ya?” he groans, shaking his head from side to side.

Chop’s laughter reverberates around the terminal, waking any passenger that might be getting a wink or two of sleep. “She’s just a bird, Finn,” he explains, clapping Finn on the back, “it’s not like you’ve got the bollocks to say hello, mate.”

Finn turns his head until his cheek rests flat against his palm. “Iz, please promise me he’s not going to be like tha’ during the entire trip home?”

Izzy wipes the sleep from her eyes, frowning at Finn. “You’ve known him since primary, Finn. Of course he’s going to be.”

Archie stretches his arms over his head, sitting up in his seat beside Chop. “Go say hello, Finn.”

“I liked you all better when you were sleeping.” Finn crosses his arms over his chest and sinks down in his seat.

Archie reaches out to touch Finn’s forearm. “I’m serious, Finn. She looks a bit sad at the moment and could probably do with some cheering up.”

“Don’t be daft, Arch.”

Archie looks over at the two women and shrugs. “Reckon she might be sad that ol’ Finn panty-dropping Nelson isn’t staring anymore.” He turns back to Finn with a smirk.

Finn looks to the ceiling. “What have I done to deserve such pricks for mates?”

“Just lucky I guess,” Chop says close to his ear, causing Finn to jump in his seat. When and why his friend got out of his seat and sidled up right next to Finn, he’s got no idea.

Finn reaches up to scrub his hand at the side of his neck. “Don’t breathe on me neck like that, ya nutter.”

Chop grins big and sits back into his own seat. “Bet you wouldn’t mind if your love interest over yonder was doing it, eh Finny?”

Finn has to grab at Chop’s hand and force them onto his lap before the lovely woman notices his mate waving wildly in her direction. “Would you PLEASE not embarrass me?” He looks to his other mates, eyes large and pleading as he gets up from his seat. “I’ve got to use the loo. Could you two please keep him out of trouble?”

“You can count on me, Finn,” Izzy tells him from her new perch on her boyfriend’s lap, giggling when Chop blows a raspberry against her neck.

Finns just flushed the toilet when the intercom sounds with an important update on flight 1508 from Palma to Heathrow, but Finn doesn’t quite catch it over the noise. He washes his hands quickly before finding his friends back in the terminal, the three of them looking quite distraught. “What is it? I didn’t hear the whole thing.”

Archie looks up as Finn approaches, shakes his head. “Delayed 3 hours, something about the plane needing a repair.”

Izzy wipes at her eyes as Chop holds her close. “My mum is going to be so upset if we aren’t home tonight.”

“3 hours. That’ll put us in around midnight, yeah? I should call my da,” Finn states as he wrestles with the tie on his bag and searches the largest pocket for money to call his father.

****

“I don’t know about the rest of ya but I’m ready to get sloshed. My poor mum were gutted that we won’t be home tonight,” Chop tells them, tossing his wallet onto the seat next to him. “Anyone else want to find a place for a pint?” He gets up and slings his bag over his shoulder, pockets the discarded wallet and starts down the hall towards the pub.

The rest of the group is quick to grab their things and follow behind

him, Finn at the rear. He chances a glance back over his shoulder to see if the pretty woman with the dark hair is still there, but doesn’t see her or her friend. He tugs the strap of his bag over with a sigh and jogs to catch up with his friends.

Archie finds them a table towards the back of a pub a terminal down while Chop goes to the bar to get the first round. “This music is shit, Finn. Why don’t you pick something else?” Archie asks, sliding several coins across the table towards Finn.

Finn shrugs, picks up the coins and heads in the direction Archie points him in. He’s happy to find nobody else around and is free to select whatever music he likes, selecting several from The Smiths, The Stone Roses, Primal Scream, and a song or two from Blur. With a self-satisfied smirk he makes his way back to his table for his pint and maybe a bit of praise.

He takes the pint from in front of his empty seat and takes a swig. His first selection comes over the speakers and Finn looks up from his beer to his friends expectantly. He nearly spits out his first sip when he finds an unfamiliar pair of dark brown eyes looking back at him, but in a rush not to do so he ends up inhaling the liquid and has to turn away so he doesn’t cough in her face.

Finn rubs at his chest as he finally turns back to the table, his cheeks heating with embarrassment. He can see both Archie and Chop looking away, their hands covering their mouths as their shoulders shake. Both Izzy and this woman’s mate are staring intently at Finn and the dark haired beauty.

“Are you alright?” the woman asks, touching his forearm with her hand.

He nods and takes another sip of his drink, hoping that it will calm his nerves enough to speak. “Sorry about tha’, think I took it down a bit too fast or summat.”

She smiles at him. “I’m just glad that you’re OK.”

Izzy clears her throat from across the table, but Finn’s eyes are otherwise occupied. “Finn, this is Chloe,” she explains, pointing to the lighter haired woman next to her, “and this is Rae,” she tells him, motioning to the woman in front of him.

Rae smiles at him and points to the ceiling. “This your doing, Finn?”

“The music?”

She nods and shuffles her feet a bit, drawing his attention down. “Yeah, I reckon it is. Who doesn’t want some Stone Roses on Christmas Eve?” he asks, perusing her body from her feet up.

Chloe laughs from her seat next to Izzy. “Don’t see much use trying to interject ourselves into this conversation.”

Finn puffs out his cheeks, blowing out a deep breath before taking another sip from his pint. Guess he hadn’t been very sly in his quest to get a good look at her. He doesn’t regret it. He likes what he saw, likes that her bulky jumper ends right below her bum, but is still just tight enough that it doesn’t hide the curve of her hips.

Rae looks over at her mate, her eyes opening wide and her lips pursing. This only causes Chloe to laugh harder, waving her mate away with the flick of her wrist and turning her attention to Izzy.

Finn catches sight of the glass in Rae’s hand, which just so happens to be resting against her hip and can tell that it’s nearly empty. “Do you need another drink?”

Rae takes her last sip of the beverage and shakes the glass between them. “I’d love one, Finn.”

She follows him up to the bar and places her drink on the bartop. “Snakebite please,” she tells the worker before turning her attention back to Finn.

“So Finn, where are you lot flying to?” she asks, resting her elbow on the bartop and turning her body towards him. The man behind her keeps bumping into her back, forcing her closer to Finn. He’d tell the bloke off if she looked the least bit bothered and to be honest he’s liking her closer. But really he can practically feel the heat of her body she’s so close and he’s really struggling to focus on much else, not when with each breath she takes her tits are brushing up against his chest.

He clears his throat and meets her eyes. “London, but only to pick up our car and drive home. We have another 2 hours to go or so from there.” He reaches into his pocket and slides the money to the barkeep when he drops off the snakebite. “Where are you and Chloe headed?”

She takes a sip of her new drink before answering, “about 2.5 hours north of London, unless one of us needs a bit of a break of course. We’ve got another week before we have to go back to Uni, so we’ll spend it in Boston.”

“You’re joking?”

She wrinkles her nose. “Joking?”

“I’m from Stamford. How’s it possible we’re all from Lincolnshire?” he asks, motioning between the two of them and to their group at the table.

Rae laughs and shrugs. “It really is a small world.”

She picks up her pint and moves to make her way back to their friends, but he stops her with a hand at her elbow. “Do you want to stay over here - with me for a bit?” He’s got no idea what he’s doing, but he knows he doesn’t want to share her time with the rest of the group.

She looks back at their friends and then to Finn before she pulls a stool out and takes a seat. “I’d like that.”

He takes another stool from under the bartop and positions it next to Rae, far enough away to not crowd her, but close enough to tell the rest of the patrons that she’s here with him. “So Uni? Where’s that?”

Rae’s knee brushes against his as she shifts in her seat. “Both Chlo and I are at Bristol, our last year actually.” She looks down at their knees, biting at the side of her bottom lip. “Are you at Uni, Finn?”

“I finished up last year. I’m back in Stamford working.”

Rae rests her elbow against the bartop, chin tucked into her palm as she looks at him. “And what do you do for work?”

His eyes haven’t left her mouth in the last several minutes, but luckily he still hears her question. “I uh - I run the local radio station actually, “ he tells her, eyes tracking the tiny droplet of cider on her bottom lip and the tip of her tongue when she licks it off. “I’ve got a show with my mate Craig in the evening as well.”

“Well you’ve got decent taste in music from what I can tell,” she says with a smile, her grin growing as she leans forward to whisper, “ but, I bet you slip in a dodgy tune every now and then, yeah? A little ‘Babylon Zoo’ for the drive home.”

He chuckles, his head tilted forward as he drags his hand through the back of his hair. He lifts his eyes to look at her. “Can ya really classify Spaceman as dodgy?”

Her laughter lights up her entire face and he’s grinning at the way she tips her head back and groans. “Bloody Spaceman. I had so much hope for your show until that bomb.”

Finn lets his hand drop from his hair and onto his lap, sitting up in his seat. He decides to shoot his shot while she’s distracted and lightly touches the pads of his fingers against her legging clad knee. “Don’t judge me too harshly, yeah?” He can see and feel her leg jump at his touch, but he’s happy when she doesn’t move her knee out from under his fingers.

He withdraws his fingers from her knee and asks, “will your family be disappointed that you won’t be home until real early in the morning?”

Rae takes a sip of her snakebite and shakes her head. “My mum and sister are in Tunisia with my step dad for another two weeks. I’ll be staying at Chloe’s.” She tucks a piece of hair behind her ear before placing her hands in her lap. “What about your family?”

“My da’ were a bit sad, yeah. I don’t like that he’ll be alone, but not much to be done.”

He watches with a little smile as her thumb brushes against the side of his hand in gentle sweeps. “I’m sorry that you won’t be with him tonight.”

“What are you two lovebirds talking about?” Chop asks from next to him, throwing his arm over Finn’s shoulders.

Finn groans and shakes his shoulders to get Chop’s arm off him. “We were talking about you, ya knobhead.”

Chop pushes his face between the pair, looks down at their hands and then up at Finn. “Only good things I hope.” He bats his eyelashes before pushing back on his heels.

“I thought Iz was keeping you in line. What are you doing over here?” Finn asks, pushing at his friend to watch him rock backwards.

Chop waves his hand over his shoulder. “Iz and that other woman Chlo are about 5 Hooches in each. I don’t think they’ll be controllin’ anyone, mate”

That’s all it takes for Rae to push her stool back and excuse herself to go find her friend.

Chop is too far gone to notice Finn’s annoyance. “Do you want to go get something to eat? Arch and I are starving.”

“Sure,” Finn grumps. He finishes his pint and gets up from his seat. “Should we go see what the girls want to do?” He grabs onto Chop’s sleeve and pulls him behind him as he walks to the table.

When they reach the table they find Izzy and Chloe grinning, their heads pressed together and facing Rae. Rae’s cheeks are pink and she’s shaking her head in response to a question Chloe has just asked her.

Finn decides to leave them to chat, seeking out his other best mate Archie with Chop it tow. He finds Archie chatting up some bloke at the back of the pub. Archie is laughing and touching the man’s shoulder. He looks happy, so Finn decides to leave him to it.

“Let’s see if anyone else wants something, yeah?” Finn directs Chop to the table of women.

Chop presses a wet and loud kiss against his girlfriend’s cheek and whispers something in her ear that makes her giggle like mad.

Finn rolls his eyes at the pair and steps forwards to lean across the table. “You lot want anything to eat? Chopper over here is starvin’.”

“Some chips would be lovely, Finn,” Izzy says, her cheeks pink and eyes wide.

Finn smiles at her before turning to Chloe. “Me too,” she tells him quickly, pushing Rae at the hip towards him, “why doesn’t Rae go with you, yeah?”

“Round of chips, I think we’ve got it.” He turns to Rae, motioning for her to step in front of him. He looks back at his mates. “I expect a beer when I get back here.”

The two make their way down the hall in search of a fast food restaurant where they can load up on chips for their friends.

“Chlo alright?” Finn asks, bumping his shoulder against Rae’s.

She laughs and shakes her head. “Yeah, a bit pissed but mostly she wanted to give me grief.”

He looks over at her, eyebrow raised.

She groans and throws her head back, her pretty hair tumbling down her back. “She wanted to know what was going on with us. Fit bloke like you...with me?” She waves her hands over the front of her body.

Finn steers them off course and to the side of the hallway with his hand against her lower back until she’s pressed between him and the wall. He’s not pressed against her, no - doesn’t want to seem too forward, too eager to press his body to hers.

She’s looking down at the floor, a blush coloring the apples of her cheeks and stretching to her hairline. He tips her face up with his forefinger and thumb pinched at her chin. “What do ya mean, Rae?”

Her hand wraps around his forearm, but she doesn’t tug his hand away. She looks up at him through heavy lidded eyes - he can’t tell if it’s lust or the snakebites, but he likes it. “Ignore me.”

He studies her, his front teeth dragging over his bottom lip. He wants to push it, but thinks maybe this isn’t the time or place to do it. Instead, he drops his face closer to hers, looks down at her mouth. He smiles at her little intake of air.

“Finn.” He can smell the cider on her breath as she speaks, the faint fragrance of vanilla coming from her - he suspects her hair.

He presses his thumb against her chin, making her bottom lip jut out. “Rae,” he says before he places a feather light kiss against that bottom lip.

She sighs and flexes her fingers against his arm. “Do ya think we should go get the food before our mates pass out?” Her hand drops from his forearm and she blinks her eyes a couple of times, as if she’s waking up from a nap.

His hand joins hers at their sides. “‘Spose we should.” Finn steps back, giving her space to slide by him. He grabs hold of her hand, watching her as she straightens her jumper. “To be continued?”

Rae takes his hand, pulling him towards their destination. She looks over her shoulder at him with a little grin. “To be continued.”

*****

Their friends cheer when they arrive with their food, causing quite a scene. Finn has barely put the bags of food on the table before Chop is grabbing containers and passing them around the table and shoving chips in his gob.

Iz is looking quite green as she watches her boyfriend, her hand covering her mouth before she forces herself to look down at the table. “You OK Iz?” Finn asks, pushing some of the food in her direction.

She gives a quick nod before she darts towards the toilet.

Rae touches the top of his hand. “Should I go check on her?”

“Would you mind?”

She gets up from the seat she’s just sat in, her fingers skimming up his forearm before she makes her way to Izzy.

He watches her go, completely mesmerized by the sway of her hips as she walks that he barely hears Chloe say his name. He turns to her. “Yeah?”

“You can take my seat on the way back to London.”

“Wha? Your seat on the plane?”

Chloe rolls her eyes and laughs. “Yes, of course I mean my seat on the plane. You know….the one next to Rae?”

“That’s reall--”

“On one condition!” Chloe holds her hand up to stop him before adding, “I’m not sitting next to Chop.”

Chop, who has finally stopped eating, places both of his hands over his heart. “I’m wounded, Chlo.”

Finn agrees to Chloe’s offer with a nod and a smile, which she returns.

“Oi Arch, I know you’re a bit distracted, but if you don’t get your arse over here I’m going to eat the rest of ya chips,” Chop shouts over his shoulder before he opens up the last bag.

Archie is standing next to the table in a moment, slapping Chop’s hand away from his food. “Oh no you don’t.”

Chop grins up at Archie. “I weren’t really going to eat them, ya numpty. Just wanted to give those lips of yours a break.” Chop chuckles and ducks his head out of the way of Archie’s hand.

Finn shakes his head at his friends’ antics and swipes a chip out of Archie’s hand, laughing at Archie’s answering scowl. “Sorry mate,” he says, shoving it into his mouth.

“Prick,” Archie mutters under his breath, shoving at Finn’s shoulder.

Finn can feel her behind him as she walks back to join the group. He turns his entire body to greet her. “All right?”

“I think she’ll be fine after she gets a bit of sleep on the plane,” Rae tells him, her pinky skimming his at his side.

He leans in close to her, his mouth near her ear. “Chloe said that I can have her seat on the plane.” He rocks back on his heels, his head still bent and his lower lip tucked behind his teeth. “What do ya think?”

“Yes. I think yes.”

“Flight 1508, Palma to Heathrow will be boarding in thirty minutes,” the intercom announces, drawing the group’s attention.

“That’s it, that’s us Iz,” Chop tells Izzy, who is now tucked up against his side with her face pressed against his chest. She groans in response, shaking her head against him.

Chloe assists Chop with getting Iz out of the seat and places the strap for her bag over one shoulder. The three of them lead the rest of the group from the pub and towards their gate with Archie running behind - as he had to say goodbye to the bloke that he was chatting up.

The gang make it to their gate with plenty of time to spare. Finn and Rae rest their backs against the wall facing the other four who take seats near the back of the seating area, poor Iz slumping over on her boyfriend.

Finn turns to rest his side against the wall to face Rae, not quite looking at her. “So uh - Rae, do you have any plans for New Years?”

She tucks her hair behind her ear, which quickly falls in front of her face again when she turns to look at him. “Don’t think so. Probably get some takeaway and have a drink or two with Chlo.”

He’s looking at his shoes and chewing at the frayed cuticle of his thumb and he knows he probably looks like a nervous twat when he asks, “I was hoping you might like to go out...with me?”

“Yeah, YES, yes I would.”

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