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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.

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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.”

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tadacorner · 8 months

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Just saw this clip from High Fidelity and i just had to say this to people who would get it. A crossover fic with the my mad fat diary gang set in their world would be so perfect.

i barely remember the film but now I have to watch it. Like it could just build off the record store vibe alone. That's so Rae and Finn, the music snobs. 😆

#mmfd fanfiction #mmfd #mmfd idea #Crossovers are the stuffs of my blood I will never let the gang die #Iseemmmfdineverything

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finn-nelson-for-the-win · 8 months

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Been stuck in a bit of a writing rut for a while now but pls tell me why I have the strongest urge to write about a recent interaction I had with someone from a dating app and frame it as MMFD fanfic 🫣😅

#I’m not gonna do it I’m just thinking about it…#haha unless...#👀#should I do it? would y’all read it?#if y’all would read it I will write it #might write it anyway but if there’s enough interest I’ll post it…maybe possibly perhaps #idk maybe I can write a little teaser as a preview and if y’all like it I can share the full story????#idk I just REALLY miss writing and having people read my stuff 🥺#sorry just rambling in the tags now hahaha 🤪#my mad fat diary #mmfd #mmfd fanfic #my mad fat diary fanfiction

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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.

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“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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The second chapter of Flower in a Hailstorm is done! I really enjoyed writing this one, I hope you’ll like it! As promised, there is a Finn/Rae reunion, and the gang get back together for an early Christmas celebration.

Please do leave a comment, it means a lot to me and it gives me motivation to keep writing.

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This MMFD fanfiction archive was carefully assembled by lovely Shawna (@endemictoearth/@aspiringpolymath) a few years ago, and is still chockablock with Rinn goodness for you to enjoy 😉

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Hi!! I don’t know if you lot are still active but are you ever gonna end the fic? No rush it’s just... incredible and I’d love to read until the very last word that your amazing minds decide to write. And if you’re not finishing it it’d be great to know as well so I can sulk in silence haha :)

Hey Anon! No sulking necessary :) I'm writing this fic alone, and battling life-stuff such as personal shit and my country being at war on occasion... HOWEVER, as always, I intend to finish this fic come what may. However long it takes me to stop being lazy and put all the stuff that's running around in my head -- into that actual page. So don't lose hope. And thanks for writing me, it helps a lot to know there're some people still into this, and that I won't be writing just for @madfatty's pleasure (not that that's not a lot). xxx Shiri

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My Mad Fat Diary Fanfic - Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Wicked Smile

happy new year everyone!

here's a barney centric chapter, focusing on him dealing with his feelings and emotions

I actually quite enjoyed writing this one!

enjoy! x

also posted on ao3; https://archiveofourown.org/works/20154688/chapters/90845539

Barney was the type of guy that everyone could get along with. He was funny, could always take a joke as much as he’d give one, never got too angry, and had a wicked smile. Or at least he thought so. He also like to think that he was pretty popular with the girls, even though he hadn’t kissed a girl in about two months. Well, he had been kissed, but he was trying to not think about how Archie’s lips formed and the smoothness he felt when they last came together. No, Barney wasn’t thinking about Archie or his lips.

He always had a feeling about Archie.

Not that kind of feeling. Not that he knew about him or anything. Just that he was slightly different from everyone else he hung around with. Archie was different to Finn and Chop, and to outsiders, their friendship did seem very unlikely. Even Barney thought so himself when he was first introduced to Archie. Archie was clever. Witty. Quiet. But then there was this side of him and Barney could see it so clearly. What Finn and Chop saw in him. And that’s when Barney knew he was a top lad.

And Barney meant that. He liked Archie. He always laughed at Barney’s jokes, even when they weren’t even that funny (which wasn’t often), he listened to his stories and only interrupted to add something or to show interest. Archie’s music taste wasn’t the best, the band they had in common was Oasis but come on, everyone with ears likes Oasis. All the indie crap that Archie would talk to Barney about wasn’t the best, although when Archie suggested Barney listen to School Disco by Bis, because it was less indie and more of a dance tune, Barney was pleasantly surprised. He’d also listened to Big by New Fast Automatic Daffodils on repeat for about a week after Archie played it to him from Chop’s speakers whilst all the lads were down the rec. Knebworth was a laugh; Finn seemed preoccupied the whole time and didn’t seem to enjoy it, Chop was literally on one and Archie seemed to have the time of his life.

Archie had tried to bore Barney with a bunch of historical tossers that Barney didn’t care about, but Archie was so enthusiastic, so passionate that Barney didn’t block him out. He liked it when people actually cared about stuff. It might not have been the most interesting conversation, but it seemed to mean something to Archie, so Barney listened or at least tried to.

Barney also didn’t mind admitting how impressed he was when Archie first played a song down the pub. If Barney remembered correctly, it was an acoustic version of Paul McCartney’s Pipes of Peace – one of Barney’s favourite Christmas songs. He played it in a way Barney had never heard of it before. It was pretty special. Barney wasn’t always there, but he’d occasionally see Archie play and he was amazing. That was clear to see.

Archie had also been there when Barney’s parents had split up. That was one of the worst times in his life, and he didn’t like to admit that. It wasn’t like other people weren’t there for him. Little Al and Lizard, were his best mates, but they had their own shit to deal with. Barney wasn’t always his true self with them either. Not that he was pretending to be someone he wasn’t or hiding a certain aspect of himself. No. Barney was proud of who he was – why shouldn’t he be? But yeah, sometimes he did put on a bit of a front. That’s what lads his age did. He wasn’t proud. It was just routine.

Archie had found Barney, wallowing in his sorrows one spring evening in the park just around the corner from college. He’d only gone to the park for a walk to clear his head, not wanting to bump into anyone. He almost diverted himself to avoid Barney, but as soon as he got near him, it became clear that Barney was not having a good time. He was sitting on a park bench; well Archie wasn’t sure if he would call it ‘sitting’. He was almost sprawled on the bench, surrounded by beer cans. He looked bad, seriously bad. Archie could tell something had happened. At that point, Archie didn’t know Barney too well, but it was clear to see Barney wasn’t in a good place. Archie had wanted to be by himself, have some time to think but this was a good distraction from everything.

“Barney? You alright?” Archie walked slowly towards the disheveled Barney, who didn’t seem to know where or who he was.

“Dandy.” Barney nodded, barely opening his eyes. He was sweating and had mud all over his Levi’s. This was not a good look, especially as Archie knew Barney prided himself on his appearance.

“Yeah, you look it. “ Looking Barney up and down, trying not to judge, and then directing his eyes at the beer cans, Archie wondered what had got him in this state. It was unusual, to say the least. Barney was always so slick, so refined. He was always laughing and joking, never taking anything or anyone serious. This wasn’t the Barney Archie knew. This wasn’t the confident lad who kissed Archie at the sexy party. Shit, why was Archie even thinking about that now?

“They were on offer.” Barney had tried to sit up, but his body didn’t seem to let him. He just fell back to his original position, barely sitting against the bench.

“Right. Any reason why you’re here?”

“Can’t I come to park? Why are you ‘ere?”

“Needed to clear my head.”

“Heh.” Barney made a noise that sounded like a laugh, but to be honest he was pretty hard to understand. Archie started to move some of the scattered beer cans off the right side of the bench and scooted next to Barney. The two boys sat in silence for a while, just being in each other’s company. Archie wasn’t sure how to deal with this situation. He couldn’t leave Barney here, not in this state. But he wasn’t being particularly helpful either. Archie wasn’t strong enough to force Barney somewhere else but he doubted Barney would thank him if Archie got some of the lads to help. Luckily for Archie, Barney had now managed to sit up and was about to divulge into what had happened.

“Me parents. They…me dad’s gone.” Barney sighed, picked up one of the half-empty beer cans, and swigged it back. Shit, that was shit, Archie knew that. He was lucky with his parents. They loved each other, from what Archie could see and Archie couldn’t imagine them ever splitting up. Archie didn’t know much about Barney’s parents or his family, really. Barney was pretty secretive about that stuff but it had obviously affected him. He was pretty cut up about it.

“Shit Barney, I’m sorry.” He was sorry, it was shit for anyone. Archie remembered when Finn had lost his mum, they were only 12 and Finn was in bits for months after. That was tough, Archie tried his best to be there for him but what can a 12-year-old really do? Luckily Finn did come out from the other side, he was never the same, but it was better.

“Don’t be, he was a prick.” Barney laughed, although his face fell soon after. Archie noticed how red his eyes were, had he been crying? Archie couldn’t blame him. It was almost strange seeing how vulnerable Barney was now, it was sad though.

“Come on.” Archie motioned towards the edge of the park, where the gates were. He knew he’d have to get Barney somewhere, try and sober him up. Just help him. Archie wasn’t sure Barney would want to, though.

“What?”

“Let’s go sober you up.”

“Nah, I like being drunk.” Barney moved over Archie, bashing into him, trying to get another beer can. Archie managed to stop him, getting a grip on Barney’s wrist. He made sure not to hold on too tight, but his fingers lingered for a moment holding onto Barney.

“Yeah, well you won’t tomorrow, trust me. Just…come on. We’ll get you a kebab and some water, alright?” Archie gave Barney a small smile and a tap on his arm as if to reassure him.

“I don’t like kebabs.” Barney folded his arms in an act of defiance, but Archie could tell he wasn’t being serious.

“Well that’s bullshit, you necked down four last weekend.”

“I was drunk.”

“You’re drunk now.”

“Fair play, Archibald. Fair play.”

“Also, if any of those old biddies notice these beer cans, we’re gonna be in a lot of shit.”

This time was floating through Barney’s mind, more recently now. He wasn’t entirely sure why he was thinking about that meeting. Archie and Barney had spent plenty of other times together, more so recently – which was something that Barney was glad of. He liked Archie, yeah, he did. He meant what he told Archie that time down in the corner shop. It was a pretty brave thing to do, come out in Lincolnshire. He thought it was cool, but Barney…well he could never do anything like that. Not that Barney needed to, of course, he didn’t. Barney was very sure of himself, of course, he was. He was straight. He liked girls. He liked their boobs. Their bums. Their waists. But… there was a little nagging feeling at the back of his mind. A feeling he didn’t often let out. It was a feeling that only came out in the dead of night, when Barney would be lying in his bed, not being able to sleep. He’d allow it out just for a moment, but that was long enough for Barney. Archie…he did something to Barney. He made him feel good and the more time he spent with Archie, the more he wanted to be with him, basically all the time. It was a strange feeling; he’d never really felt like that before. Sure, he liked spending time with his mates, but he liked his own space too. He liked being by himself sometimes, although it was easier for Barney to be surrounded by people. He liked the attention, he liked people being impressed by him. But that did take a lot of work.

And girls, well Barney loved girls, of course, he did. He’d had tons and tons of girlfriends. He’d slept with loads too. But he wasn’t sure if he’d ever loved any of them. One came close, but that didn’t end too well. And as much as he loved the attention from the girls, he didn’t always want to spend every waking moment with them.

But Archie? Shit, Barney got excited when he saw him. He perked up whenever Archie sat next to him and they had a conversation. Archie was into having really deep conversations and most of the time Barney didn’t know what the fuck he was on about, but that didn’t matter. He liked him and liked when they talked.

Barney knew he couldn’t ignore what had happened between, though. After the party at Chop’s flat, when Archie had spoken to him outside, Barney had prayed he wouldn’t mention what happened in the bathroom. Barney remembered every single thing, but he couldn’t bring himself to talk about or even think about it. It was embarrassing. No, it wasn’t embarrassing. It was just…Barney didn’t know to be honest. He didn’t know what he was supposed to think or supposed to feel. It was like he could blame Archie. He was the one who initiated the kiss. He didn’t even know why he did it. The first time was nothing, they were just playing spin the bottle. You always end up kissing loads of people. Barney remembered one time he had to kiss Little Al, and well, he felt nothing. He didn’t remember feeling much that first time with Archie either. But that moment in the bathroom, when it was just him and Archie, Barney couldn’t help himself. But he was drunk, he was.

And then Archie did it again. He made him feel things he’d never really felt. This wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Archie made him feel good, almost free. But when Archie kissed Barney at Jonjo’s party, Barney didn’t know what to do. He hadn’t expected it for one. He wasn’t allowed to prepare himself. At least with spin the bottle he knew there would be a slight chance of kissing a lad. And at Chop’s well, as soon as it was just him and Archie in the bathtub, he had a feeling he had to do something. With some Dutch courage, of course. He was almost glad in a way that Archie had run off, he didn’t see him for the rest of the party and after that, well he wasn’t really in a party mood. He just got drunk. He got smashed actually and regretted it the next day. He almost wished he had seen Archie again. Barney didn’t know what he would have done or said to him, but there was a small part of him that wanted to see him again that night. Maybe it was the drink. Yeah, that could be it. Whenever anything happened between Barney and Archie, he was drunk. Yeah, that was a good enough reason.

Barney knew he had to talk to Archie, clear the air after that night. Maybe he was a bit harsh, but what if it happened again? What would that mean? Barney didn’t know. He wasn’t sure that he didn’t want that to happen. But no, it couldn’t, and it wouldn’t.

But the more time Barney and Archie spent together, the less Barney would be able to convince himself. And that was what he was afraid of.

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