MMFD fic: Everything A’flutter
A/N: This is a big one. I have been writing this fic, on and off, from the moment I fell into fandom. As a matter of fact, this was my first mmfd fic. I was new, I had so many feelings, I was desperate for some Finn perspective on things, but I wanted to know about all the parts in between the scenes. I started this story, but then got distracted with writing “No Alarms & No Surprises”, and abandoned it.
Thank God, as always, for my sisters @madfatty and @how-ardently. I sent them some bits and pieces (that’s all I had, basically), and their reaction was so strong, I just had to go back to it. And they were such huge fans of this story, all throughout the year and a half (!) it took to finish it. I used to send @how-ardently bits of nothing but dialoge, because she always wanted ALL my words, and she’d send back amazing feedback all about her flailing and sighing and crying. I can’t ever thank her enough for the way she had supported this story.
Let’s face it. If it weren’t for Lil and Erin, this (and many other of my fics) would never have seen the light of day. Ladies, there are no words left to thank you. I shall have to resort to expensive jewelry soon…
I pretty much have all of me invested in this one, but don’t let it stop you from giving me honest and constructive feedback.
BTW: There are a ton of music references in this story. There’s a cookie in it for ya if you get them all!
Glimpses of Finn Nelson between the scenes of Series 1 & 2, in that confusing time of losing the most important woman in his life, but also meeting the girl he fell in love with.
He thinks about it a lot, the summer of 1996, always amazed to realize how much it had changed him. It’s like he was on a path, easy and familiar, and that summer, in a few short weeks, he got derailed. Life didn’t ask too much of him up till then, and he slouched his way through it, making no effort. He learned at age five, when his mum buggered off, that working hard at being good, or being bad for that matter, is just not worth it. Shit happens when it happens, you roll with it.
At home he had his dad and his nan to take care of him, outside he had his mates and they were always good for a laugh. He was crap at school but only the grownups worried about that. When he started getting interested in girls, there were always girls. Easy. And music filled in the gaps, all the other places that might hurt or be missing in his life.
“You’re a good lad,” His nan used to say, “but you’ve got to fill your head with more things.” At the time he thought she meant do better at school and such, but years later - not that many years, even - he remembers her saying so and knew she’d meant he had to broaden his viewpoint, open his eyes to see past his own arse.
She needn’t have worried, because that was all about to begin for him. Because right then, summer of ‘96, is when life slapped him off the path, and taught him loss and grief, joy and love.
Funny thing was, he didn’t even see it coming.
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