HOLY MOLY!!!!! Thank you everyone - and thank you to the lovely people who got people to follow me. Your support is so heartening. 
I know this blog’s been pretty much dead for months (two Norwegian men stole my heart) but in my absence I’ve somehow gained 400 new followers. Just crazy. The My Mad Fat Diary fandom has grown so much since season 1! I remember at the beginning there weren’t that many of us (a fair few, but not nearly as many as there are now) - the boom is insane and so richly deserved. 
As always I won’t make any promises, but this has really inspired me to give writing another bash. I know I have a few fics unfinished, a big back catalogue of prompts and a whole new season to dig into. I am aware that a percentage (however large or large) of my followers are following me because of Nico’s face, which is fair enough! 
I seriously love this community. I’ve met some amazing, lovely, talented women during my time in the throes of My Mad Fat Diary obsession, and I’m so grateful. Thank you to all the fans of my fan fics for the love and for keeping my stories in the loop. 
Have I thanked people enough? Anyway, thanks. Thank you. Danke. Takk. Kiitos. Merci. ¡gracias. Asante. Cпасибо. 감사합니다. 

HOLY MOLY!!!!! Thank you everyone - and thank you to the lovely people who got people to follow me. Your support is so heartening. 

I know this blog’s been pretty much dead for months (two Norwegian men stole my heart) but in my absence I’ve somehow gained 400 new followers. Just crazy. The My Mad Fat Diary fandom has grown so much since season 1! I remember at the beginning there weren’t that many of us (a fair few, but not nearly as many as there are now) - the boom is insane and so richly deserved. 

As always I won’t make any promises, but this has really inspired me to give writing another bash. I know I have a few fics unfinished, a big back catalogue of prompts and a whole new season to dig into. I am aware that a percentage (however large or large) of my followers are following me because of Nico’s face, which is fair enough! 

I seriously love this community. I’ve met some amazing, lovely, talented women during my time in the throes of My Mad Fat Diary obsession, and I’m so grateful. Thank you to all the fans of my fan fics for the love and for keeping my stories in the loop. 

Have I thanked people enough? Anyway, thanks. Thank you. Danke. Takk. Kiitos. Merci. ¡gracias. Asante. Cпасибо. 감사합니다. 

my mad fat diary meme
[4/5] relationships: Finn x Chloe

Kelsey, here's the hard hitting stuff we all want to know; will nicrememiralleggro be making a comeback this Easter? Tis the season after all... (I do understand that Norwegians come first)

elastic—heart—downtown:

butstilli:

elasticheart-downtown:

I honestly don’t know darling. I haven’t been planning to…it’ll be a case of if I get a stab of inspiration I’ll run with it and post as and when, but what with work and those soul stealing Norge boys, I honestly don’t know. I’ll go with ‘It’s unlikely, but never say never.’ I’m really disenchanted with the second series right now, but who knows how I’ll feel once I’ve finished watching it. Thank you for asking. 

Fair dos, lovely. And youre a very busy lass now you’re practically running their fandom! (Tho lets be real you were doing that before they even made you admin) What about an au where Finn meets Rae dressed up as a giant creme egg doing a bit of promo for Cadburys? I mean I’m just throwing that out there because it’s a pretty hard prompt to ignore ;)

(P.s. I love moustache diary.)

Just for you, because you’re lovely…

"Creme Eggs are back, Mr Nelson!" Mr Gupta chimed in his broken english as Finn slouched his way into the shop. It’d been a heavy night for him and he wasn’t exactly feeling like sunshine and rainbows on this dreary Saturday morning. He hoped his silence would make Mr Gupta stop speaking so loudly - that perhaps his dishevelled appearance and bloodshot eyes would be a tell tale sign that Finn could do without the fan fair. No such luck. 

"Did you hear me, boy? Creme Eggs! Only two weeks until Easters." 

With his second sentence of greeting, he picked up two Creme Eggs from a display box in front of the till and shook them in his pudgy hands to illustrate his point. As Finn made his way further into the shop, a sight emerged to him so horrifying that he had the overwhelming urge to run right straight back out again. For the millionth time since he began working part time in that ratty little corner shop, the shiny blue Suzuki Bandit 1200 danced alluringly in his vision…his dream since he saw it in a copy of Bike when he was 15 and what he began saving for from the second he landed his first odd job. 

This sight in question gave him an uneasy feeling that, should his cynical prediction be correct, he wasn’t sure even his dream bike would be worth the humiliation he could have in store for him. 

"Now, I have a very important job for you today…" Mr Gupta continued, wagging his finger with a serious expression before pacing to the ghastly purple and yellow eye sore propped against the back store cupboard door. As Finn surveyed it wearily, his stomach sinking fast, he remembered being asked the week before what his measurements were. He’d answered without thinking, in the middle of stock take and eager to get rid of the inconvenient distraction…little did he know, as he clocked the arm and neck holes on the papier maché disaster, what the information was in aid of. 

Before he had a chance to protest, Mr Gupta rubbed the costume proudly. “My daughters were up half the night making this. It’ll do very nicely. Now, I want you to stand outside the shop for a few hours wearing this - and try and look inviting, won’t you? It’ll be good for you to get some fresh air today. I can handle the shop.”

"Look, Mr Gupta…I don’t think-"

"Now come here. I’ll help you put it on."

Finn sighed. He heard the rev of a delicious engine purr somewhere in his mind as the creme egg costume opened up like a giant locket, waiting for his reluctant frame to fill it. He begged for it to rain…it was overcast that morning. Maybe he’d be lucky. Just as he thought it, the clouds broke and the glow of the hiding sun filled the shop, no doubt and occurrence conjured by Satan himself. 

"Right, off you go, there’s a good lad." Mr Gupta smiled, patting the cardboard with a hollow thud. 

Fucking kill me. 

The sun proved a handy spotlight for his humiliation - his status spared him the ridicule of people who knew him or knew of his reputation, but it didn’t spare him from the jeers and cat calls of the kids who didn’t. He stood on the pavement and took it, hoping in vain that this was in fact a nightmare and he was still at home, comatose under his tangled bed sheets. 

At least his friends weren’t around to see him like this-

"Finn?"

Ok, so technically this wasn’t a friend - but this was much, much worse. 

He turned to face his doom, the snarky girl who Chloe brought to the pub the week before pacing towards him. He felt his chest sear despite himself, his skin prickling pleasantly amidst his raised defences. She’d been on his mind recently, this ‘Rae’ - ever since she got pissed on snake bite and blacks and had the gang crying with laughter with her slightly slurred quips, Finn only receiving drunken lectures over “quality music” and what record shops in the area sold the best stuff - the girl telling him what he’d already knew, to be sure, infuriating and intriguing him all at once.  Just as it had been then, he was both happy and annoyed at her presence, wondering if she’d be cruel.

He half nodded at her in greeting, trying to look cool despite his get up. There was a smirk pulling at her lips, Finn’s gaze lingering there for a beat too long before he put his guard back up. The pleasant prickle was replaced with default tension, his sarcastic nature making itself known once again, the 17 year old automatically at loggerheads with this creature he was still trying to figure out. 

"If you’ve come to take the piss, now’s your chance." Finn drawled, raising his arms to better expose his ridiculous outfit. 

All too soon the would be smirk disappeared, replaced with a withering look an irked glint in her eyes. 

"And why would I take the piss out of ya?"

Finn shrugged, rough painted papier maché touching his ear lobes as he did so. 

Rae rolled her eyes, entering the shop without another word. He half glanced at her retreating form, consciously reminding himself not to look at her for too long - finding the urge to resist harder to fight every time he encountered her. She emerged a few minutes later, a grocery filled plastic bag hanging from her hand. 

"Will I be seeing you at the pub tonight, then?" she asked him in forced politeness, her voice quivering slightly. 

"S’pose." came his brief and sullen answer, a sigh blowing through Rae’s nose before she made her way back the way she came. 

"See you later then." she concluded flatly, the regret pulling at Finn’s chest something he didn’t fully understand. 

Her name left his lips before he even realised, and Rae turned, one eyebrow raised. The sun beamed from behind her, shining through the whipped up strands of her dark hair, the effect the sight had on Finn something he again tried to ignore and suppress. 

She continued to look at him, her brow furrowing inquisitively. 

"You won’t-" He stopped himself, looking around him before returning his attention to the newcomer. 

"You won’t tell anyone about this, will ya?"

He waited for the hard time part of him knew he deserved, the “What’s in it for me?” or “Maybe I will, maybe I won’t…”

Instead, her face softened kindly. She shook her head. 

"No. I know more than anyone what it’s like to be taken the piss out of in public. Not nice."

Finn nodded. 

"Thanks."

Rae nodded once again in return, Finn too hungover to think any more into her words, his musings on the subject only due to appear in the sleepless nights he’d spend thinking about her in future - silent ponderings in the dark.  

"She bought three creme eggs don’t you know. You’re doing great, m’lad." Mr Gupta praised from the doorway behind him, making Finn jump slightly before forcing a smile. 

He turned his attention back to Rae and found himself watching her as she walked down the entire length of the street, not willing to consciously admit how it entertained him - how the sway of her hips made his throat feel a bit tight, how the way her hair waved out behind her made his ears feel hot. 

It was probably the sun frying his already mushy brain, he thought. He also made a mental note to never buy a fucking creme egg ever again. 

Finn had never been bullied before, but he had been in love. He was at that very moment, totally head over heels in love with  the girl currently attached to him, in fact. He hadn’t been in love before that. He’d fancied girls, he supposed - or more, girls had fancied him and he thought they were alright, but Jesus - Rae - Rae was a whole other level. This wasn’t just physical - it was so much more than that. He saw in her a kindred spirit, somebody with a spine, somebody who thought for herself and wasn’t just another sheep in the endless throng of lost, uninspired souls he would fight every day not to drown in. She was one set apart from the crowd, and she was finally his. He’d picked out this shining gem from a sea of black coals and couldn’t believe his luck. 

Some people didn’t see her as the gem he did. There were people, the poor, unfortunate morons they were, who would look at Rae with hateful spite - who would try, for a few moments, to distract themselves from their empty existences by making her feel bad, to, in their own imbecilic way, try and make themselves feel superior to her. Only Finn and Rae’s friends knew how they’d always be doomed to fail in that mission. Whenever anybody looked at Rae like she was shit on their shoe, Finn would give them the same treatment - and only he’d be right. Rae was too generous a character to treat another with such malice, and Finn would try and learn from her: rise above it and ignore, but this was his favourite person in the whole world being treated this way. His instinct was to fight back, but he couldn’t exactly punch out every fucker who disrespected his girlfriend on a daily basis. The sad fact was, he’d have to punch out half of Stamford if he resolved to tread that path. 

One day he had an epiphany. He stopped looking outwards so much, resolved to concentrate on Rae, on their love. The world was ugly, and it was only Rae who made any sense to him within it. His new mission wasn’t to fight back - it was to start building up their defences. He wanted to silently barricade the universe the pair were building with every experience. 

Like now, for instance - it was the first day of college. Rae was bricking it. Finn wasn’t. He was looking forward to it, actually. He couldn’t wait to show Rae off. It was one of the first times they’d been out in public as a couple. He held her hand with such silent pride and tried to ignore the nauseous feeling in his stomach. He knew by now how cruel people were - and he was ready, or at least, he hoped he was, to ignore the crap out of any shit thrown at them. He kept reminding himself that Rae was strong, and tried to ignore the painful fear of not being around her to help. The thought of her standing alone, surrounded by hate - it made him go cold. He had to focus on the good, on the positive. He wanted to prove to Rae now more than ever that the only reason these people bullied her was because they didn’t know her - and they never would. Their loss. 

There it was as they entered the building: the snarls, the whispers, the giggles, the looks of confusion, the insults, and Finn put his plan into action. He stooped to look at the sad fools who would never know love like he did at that moment. He pitied them with a quiet smirk, his grip on Rae’s hand tight. Instead of looking at them with burning hate, he merely glanced over them, vision glazed, knowing Rae could run circles around any of them. Rae wasn’t alone any more - she had Finn and she’d have him for as long as she saw fit. They were a united front now, Rae + 1, an unstoppable force. He let his imagination wander - envisioning a glowing bubble surrounding the pair of them, the two of them the only thing in vivid colour whilst the uneducated masses languished in the grey, where they belonged. 

It seemed Rae didn’t share in this vision, something that became clear as her hand left his.

"What’s wrong?" Finn asked sharply, stung as their two linked chain was broken in front of his eyes. 

His chest dipped as she made what was clearly a drummed up excuse to escape, watching her retreating form with a silent pledge. 

They had their whole life ahead of them, and fuck was he going to let a bunch of Stamford imbreds threaten their relationship before it’d even begun. He just needed to get Rae on the same page somehow. 

I ain’t giving up. 

"None of my family and friends will let me put my iPod shuffle on to play. They’ll be like, ‘We just listened to Shania Twain, and now it’s The Little Mermaid soundtrack. Get it off’."

Just want to talk about this moment. (Not looking forward to this scene, btw. Very painful) - Yes, they’re being taken the piss out of, but look at Finn’s face. 
1. Not a single fuck was given. 
2. He’s looking at all the girls like: “You total morons.” 
There isn’t a shred of embarrassment or insecurity there. He’s so proud of his lady. He’s such a mature and above it character. A real gem. They are so meant for each other because they’re both set apart from the rest. You can tell Rae’s only thinking about Finn because she’s selfless, and that’s another thing the pair have in common. 
I hope it works out for them, I really do. 
(Gif credit: http://justagirlnamedkayla.tumblr.com/)

Just want to talk about this moment. (Not looking forward to this scene, btw. Very painful) - Yes, they’re being taken the piss out of, but look at Finn’s face. 

1. Not a single fuck was given. 

2. He’s looking at all the girls like: “You total morons.” 

There isn’t a shred of embarrassment or insecurity there. He’s so proud of his lady. He’s such a mature and above it character. A real gem. They are so meant for each other because they’re both set apart from the rest. You can tell Rae’s only thinking about Finn because she’s selfless, and that’s another thing the pair have in common.

I hope it works out for them, I really do. 

(Gif credit: http://justagirlnamedkayla.tumblr.com/)

mjdangers:

ch1darkcy:

nicrememiralleggro:

A while ago I mentioned about a Nico Mirallegro lookalike who I sometimes see at my new job. veganmarshmallows asked if I could get a picture, so today I saw the opportunity and took it. He found it quite amusing - initially he looked at me like I was mental but softened up. Needless to say, he’s a very pretty man and it’s rather enjoyable to talk to him. What do you guys think? 

I see it hahahaha I would have been better if he was smiling because he looks like not convinced about the pic haha

Did you tell him the reason of the pic?

I see it, but next time you should ask him if he could look more grumpy. You know, for scientific research.

Next time?

"Hi, I’m that weird bartender who took your picture. Can I take another one? Get your top off and look grumpy. It’s for science."

ch1darkcy:

nicrememiralleggro:

A while ago I mentioned about a Nico Mirallegro lookalike who I sometimes see at my new job. veganmarshmallows asked if I could get a picture, so today I saw the opportunity and took it. He found it quite amusing - initially he looked at me like I was mental but softened up. Needless to say, he’s a very pretty man and it’s rather enjoyable to talk to him. What do you guys think? 

I see it hahahaha I would have been better if he was smiling because he looks like not convinced about the pic haha

Did you tell him the reason of the pic?

When I told him it was an actor he reminded me of, he said: “Should I do an actor pose?” and I joked that he should do an Othello with a skull. That’s what I think of when I think actor…

and yeah, initially I said: “You remind me of a friend.” and he asked: “Who?” and I got rumbled. “Alright, not a friend…an actor.”

A while ago I mentioned about a Nico Mirallegro lookalike who I sometimes see at my new job. veganmarshmallows asked if I could get a picture, so today I saw the opportunity and took it. He found it quite amusing - initially he looked at me like I was mental but softened up. Needless to say, he’s a very pretty man and it’s rather enjoyable to talk to him. What do you guys think? 

greenangelheart:

Well this is just begging for a fic

Don’t make a Tunisian man angry. 

Finn learns this the hard way, as he seems to learn all the important lessons of life during his time on this weird blue and green ball that is ‘the earth,’ a place in which, moments prior he had been ‘on top of’ as it were… his gorgeous girl pulling his t-shirt over his head with a joyful grin, his boxers following suit as he pressed his lips against the soft skin of her neck, her excited gasp quickly interrupted by her bedroom door clicking open. 

"Rachel? Can you…"

"Jesus!" Rae squeaks, Finn leaping up, a shocked "Shit!" falling from his lips as he looks around for something to cover his shame. No time for that, as Karim says something Finn doesn’t understand, but the tone’s clear enough. He may not know much French, but he would guess the sentence could be translated to something along the lines of: "I’m going to rip your dick off and make you eat it."

"Karim! What you doing?!" Rae screams to no effect, Karim stalking off, Finn opening Rae’s bedroom window, not willing to find out what he’s going to bring back with him. He’s halfway out before Rae gets to him, Finn pressing a quick peck on the lips of her thoroughly confused and mortified face. Karim is back, his face red as a beetroot, and Finn catches the glimpse of a long black…what is that, a whip? He’s not sticking around long enough to properly examine Karim’s weapon of choice. He’s scrambling down the drainpipe, can almost see Karim running down the stairs two at a time, can hear the front door open as he reaches the driveway. He can hear Rae’s voice call after him as he hits the pavement, but everything’s soon obscured by the sound of blood rushing in his ears, along with the wind as it whips past them. He casts a glance behind him every now and then, the dark, tall man always in easy pursuit, brandishing what he assumes is something he uses with Rae’s Mum when the occasion calls for it. 

Je vais vous faire payer, mal profanateur!”

The adrenaline pumping through his veins seems to hold off the realisation that he’s currently running through the streets of Stamford stark bollock naked, his tackle swinging every which way in the breeze, a crazed immigrant chasing him, ready to beat seven shades of shit out of him for making the moves on his step daughter. 

The realisation only comes when, on autopilot, he runs into Ashton Court Playpark and scrambles up the big tree he and Chop used to scale when he was a kid. He knows the branches all too well, not registering how the rough bark stings his feet and shins as he pulls himself up, higher and higher, the altitude a fitting bucket of ice cold water for him.  The cat calls and wolf whistles shift into sharp focus, and he feels a blush reach his cheeks, but also a tickle of laughter ghost his throat. 

He glances at the Mum’s covering their kids eyes in shock and in some cases, amusement. He tries to look apologetic through his fear, narrowly dodging the kinky sex tool as Karim throws it up at him in frustration. 

"Vous lâche!" he yells as he throws, the sight of Rae’s Mum’s car pulling up by the front gate like a shining beacon of heaven for Finn. 

"Bloody hell! Karim! What do ya think ya doing you crazy bastard?!" Rae yells, running towards them both in her tube of toothpaste dressing gown, feet bare, with what Finn hopes is a blanket in her hands. Rae’s Mum catches up, pulling Karim away and shifting his livid attention, Finn finally feeling brave enough to make the steady trip down. Once his feet touch the grass, Rae wraps the blanket around his shoulders. 

"Finn, I am so sorry!" she says, eyes wide with shock and embarrassment. 

"You weren’t the one tryin’ t’kill me." Finn replies, seeing Rae’s Mum march Karim to the car in the corner of his eye. 

Linda would later tell them in way of apology that Karim is a very traditional sort of bloke with a strong belief of no sex before marriage. Rae would nearly choke on her own sarcastic scoff at the sheer hypocrisy of him, but would soften when Linda also explains to them his innate protectiveness toward her. 

"He’s dead fond of our Rae. He may not always show it but…he is."

Finn would then make a mental note to not try it on with Rae in her house again. 

On the Town

mmfd1930au:

Finn sat at the kitchen table, absent-mindedly polishing the silver tea service. Breakfast was over and he had to finish with the accoutrements in time for Mrs. Dewhurst to prepare afternoon tea. Then, he had another pair of Hassan’s shoes to polish. It seemed all he did was shine things up, putting a good face on them.

Polishing made him think of Rae’s locket, which she had entrusted to him implicitly, though it seemed she was never very far from his mind. The strangest things reminded him of a moment in the garden, or the day he’d been sent with her to go shopping, or the poker game. After she’d placed the locket in his hand last week, he’d kept it on his bedside table for several nights, carrying it with him during the day, and fell asleep looking at it. It was the only thing he had ever enjoyed polishing. Yes, he got a certain satisfaction in making tarnished metal gleam, being able to see his face distorted in a serving platter or the side a cream jug, but the locket was different. It was special, just like Rae.

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Just amazing. Written spectacularly well. I’m halfway through and am enjoying it immensely…