#I'll finish tomorrow fuck you Sweden

[konakoro]

Put on some DVD's while I was attempting to build an IKEA Bestå and somehow created a weird double feature with Jennifer's Body and Scott Pilgrim vs the World. I don't know how to explain how it worked, but it did? Like I put on Scott Pilgrim after Jennifer's Body finished because I still haven't gotten my Blu-Ray player to work and those two are my only DVD's, and it just seemed to click while I was watching through it. Johnny Simmons Power Hour I guess

[avastrasposts]

Hello!

So I just realised about 300+ people decided to follow me and, I suppose, read my stories? And 300 is such a small number but to me it's surreal that so many of you want to read what I write!

So I thought I'd introduce myself a little, just to be polite you know, and be like those author blurbs they put on the inside flap of books. So read on if you want to know more about me and my writing, or just keep scrolling if you'd rather I remain a redheaded mystery with a thing for Frankie Morales.

Also, chapter 16 of The Pilot and his Girl will be posted tomorrow, it just needs another round of editing.

Also, again, this got long, so if you can't be bothered reading all my ramblings below the cut, I totally understand. I have a habit of getting wordy....

So, I'm in my 40's and I've been writing for most of my life, starting with embarrassing little short stories in adorable misspelled fashion when I was just wee. I aspired to be a journalist and then went on a completely different tangent career wise, ending up with a PhD in an area I no longer work in (fifteen years of higher education never to be touched again but you definitely want me on your team in a pub quiz!). I have vague memories of writing fan fiction in my early 20, I think? (I'm old, give me a break). But I only got back to it late last year as a way to kick start my imagination and discipline around writing again. I needed a creative outlet and writing is something I always enjoyed and found easy to do.

I live in England, in the amazing but fucking expensive city of London. I look pretty much like my profile picture, only more wrinkles and maybe a bit of silver in all that gingerness. I'm a very good cook and baker (Pedro, I'll teach you how to cook any day!) and I'm married to my very own sweet Latino man. He's not called Frankie but he does call me cariño. I have big chunk of family in Sweden and I speak a little bit of Swedish (it's actually where I am right now, we're over here celebrating midsummer).

I started writing fanfics for The Boys fandom and Karl Urban as I was binging the whole show after finishing season 4. Then I stumbled into the Pedro Pascal fandom as I watched The Last of Us.

TLoU has a very special place in my heart. I've been gaming since my early teens and bought a Playstation 3 after saving for months, my first console after playing on PC for years. When TLoU came out in 2013 I bought and played it straight away and I, like so many others, had an experience playing it. It's the only story, in any medium, that's made me cry after just 10-15 minutes of game play. The scene were Sarah dies, still gets me every time. And the rest of the game...I turned up at work the next week in a daze, just needing to tell people about this incredible story and experience I'd had. It was like no other game I'd ever played, before or since. And I've replayed the game about once a year since 2013. Back then, that kind of game was totally unique, there was nothing like it. Some games had explored stronger story telling elements, but not on this level, nothing came even close to creating such a bond between gamer and characters. Now days we're spoiled by powerful storytelling in video games, in 2013, The Last of Us was totally unique (sorry, I'm blabbering, but I could go on at length about TLoU and the impact it had).

So when I heard there was talks about turning into a tv-series, I was scared. Really worried. The gaming community have seen so many horrendous adaptations of video games, my beloved Assassin's Creed was butchered in 2016. But then I heard Pedro Pascal had been cast as Joel and I was carefully hopeful, and then Bella Ramsey as Ellie and I got really excited. I'd seen them both in Game of Thrones, both of their performances sticking in my mind. I even remember reading about Pedro being cast in GoT and looking him up and being disappointed because he looked nothing like I'd pictured the Red Viper when I read the books. But then he just swanned in and crushed it, he was so damn good, he won me over straight away. I can't imagine anyone else playing Oberyn.

And then of course, the first few trailers of TLoU dropped and we got glimpses of the show and I remember texting my equally TLoU obsessed friend and we squealed in delight at how good it looked! And the first time I heard the clicker sound....I shuddered, it was a very real physical reaction. If I'd been on the actual set and heard it, I think I would've run a mile.

And then, as I was still writing The British Connection, a fic set in The Boys fandom, I watched Triple Frontier, and, like so many others, fell hard for sweet Frankie Morales. So jumping the gun a bit, I decided to write something with him, just a drabble, to get used to writing him and to write in the Reader insert format. But it kind a grew in scope and when I had the idea of sticking him and the rest of the Triple Frontier boys into TLoU universe I knew I had to create something bigger.

Looking back I would've made the story tighter, less lengthy, had I known from the start that's where it was going to go. But part of the fun of fan fiction is posting as you go, I think. I get feedback from you guys and it makes me think of other elements to add to the story. There isn't always a set road map for how a fic is going to develop.

If you've made it this far, congratulations and thank you, I'm impressed you read all that rambling from some stranger on Tumblr! The Pilot and his Girl has a set plan now, I have chapters drawn up and although I'm not sure how many chapters I'm going to end up with, I know where the story is going. You'll find out what's happened to Pope, Will and Benny. And Joel and Tommy will of course come back to the story later on. There will be more trauma and angst as the story continues but there will be a happy ending, of sorts, in the end.

And again, thank you all for reading, commenting and reblogging! I love you all!

[fireandiceland]

Okay, I don't give a shit, you can pick and choose, you can make these like two sentences long, but you wanted prompts? here are prompts, bitch (affectionately) SuFin - 30 RusAme - 10 Red Velvet Pancakes (or wtf ever their shipname is) - 18 MintChoc - 35 AusHun - 19 GerIta - 42 TurGre - 33 Dennor - 22 SicIre - 40 Gabio - 45 Francetto - 38 And this is a real shot in the dark but ... Railey - 46

Alright challenge accepted, I tend to go overboard with shit tall time so I'll try to do 3 sentences for each, max. 5 if it's completely impossible otherwise. Get ready for some smooches and prepare for me to probably completely butcher your OC ships 😘

edit after I was finished: sorry this took a little longer but I really wanted to try all of them and had so much fun with these!! thank you bea, love you 💖

Sufin - Weak, sweaty kisses because it’s unbearably hot.

""'s too hot," Sweden panted when Finland oh so graciously pulled away from a kiss that was merely a brush of lips to let him breath. Moving off his lap was out of question though, even if it was getting close to 120°C in the sauna. Judging from the sticky feeling of sweat and humidity they might as well start melting into one soon, Sweden thought. "It's cosy," Finland stated and pressed his lips to Sweden's once more.

Rusame - A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it.

America took another hasty look at his watch while shoving documents, pens, and candy bar wrappers from his desk right into his briefcase, then patted down all his pockets while scanning the room quickly. "Fuck!" he exclaimed when he turned around to find Russia standing right behind, but what he held in his hand put the signature smile back on America's face - his phone! "Thanks, dude!" He took device and pulled Russia into a quick kiss and was softly reciprocated. "See ya tomorrow!" It was only minutes after, when America was on his way and Russia back at his desk, that they realised that this hadn't been their usual goodbye.

RVP - Teasing kisses where one person blows air into the other’s mouth and runs away.

James yelped when Matthew suddenly threw his arms around him, catching him mid-race to the other end of the part where they had decided to hang out for their definitely-not-a-date and taking the last that was left of his breath away with a kiss. The sun was still high, causing Matthew's golden hair and bright eyes to sparkle. James pecked his lips again, lingering a little longer for this one. "Oh? I thought this wasn't a date," Matthew teased but leaned in closer again. "It isn't," James stated, but was about to meet him halfway for the first kiss that would count - if not for Matthew to blow at his lips and run off again. James smiled to himself, seems like he lost the race but was about to win something else.

MintChoc - An awkward kiss given after a first date.

'Is this the moment where I should kiss him?' Allen thought to himself, well aware of the uncomfortable, nightly silence surrounding him and Arthur and the park bench the have settled down on as their very first real date came to an end. 'I'll kiss him' he decided and scooted a closer, leaned in a little and- 'Oh heavens, he's going to kiss me!' Arthur's mind screamed as his heartbeat quickened with every millimitre that Allen's lips came closer to his. He let his eyes fall closed, decided to meet him halfway and- "Ouch!" they both exclaimed at the same time when their foreheads collided in a painful hit, followed by laughter and their real first kiss.

AusHun - One person stopping a kiss to ask “Do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss.

It had started as a simple squeezing of their hands, fingers playing with eachother, a futive kiss on Austria's cheek, a hand reluctantly wandering to rest on Hungary's thigh. By now it was slow kisses exchanged in the dim back of their private loge during the new year's concert, the upper buttons of Austria's dress shirt undone and Hungary's skirt slipped upwards further enough to reveal her underwear. She was working on the next button in row on Austria's shirt while never letting his lips go farther from hers to do more than take a breath. Only when his chest was bare she pulled away far enough to speak. "Do you want to do this?," she asked, one hand running up the inside of his thigh. The answer came in form of Austria cradling her cheeks, immediately pulling her into a kiss that caused her to make a noise she hoped the other guests wouldn't hear.

GerIta - Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.

"Ger - ma - nyyyy..." Italy whined, Germany's name interrupted by kisses being pressed to his jaw, his cheek, then the thip os his nose. With a heavy sigh he put the cap back on his pen to prevent it from drying out like his motivation and put it aside together with his last bit of self-discipline. "Ja ja, schon gut.." He pushed himself in the desk chair away to get up, but Italy was sitting in his lap immediately, peppering his face in kisses. "Finally! You really - work - too much - Ger - ma - ny!" Maybe Italy was right. A break suddenly didn't sound so bad.

TurGre - An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it.

Sadik pushed Herakles against the wall, rage had tinted his cheeks red and he yelled once again "Why?!" before staring at the ground while trying to get back his breath and composure. Then he looked up at Herakles and their eyes met - and suddenly their lips too. Herakles couldn't do anything, but let it happen. It didn't feel bad, no, it was fine, good even, only it had happened at the time he had expected it the least.

Dennor - A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party.

Denmark couldn't believe his luck when Norway kissed him again and again and again until all the knew was the others lips and hands on him. What were the odds of getting up in the middle of the night to find his insomniac boyfriend in the kitchen as the 2am snack he craved? He sure wasn't doing to do the math now. Or later. Instead he pushed Norway against the table to sit him down there. Standing in front of him and being trapped by Norway's legs around his it would be so easy for Denmark to just pull up his shirt and- "Really? In front of my cereal? Again?" Denmark broke the kiss just in time to see Iceland stomp off while covering his eyes.

SicIre - A gentle kiss that quickly descends into passion, with little regard for what’s going on around them.

"Harry!" Michele protested weakly when his boyfriend suddenly cupped his face, and pulled him into a kiss. It wasn't that he minded being kissed, by god he didn't, but it was a surprising move considering they were in the car waiting for the light to go green. Harry didn't care for the car honking behind them. He wasn't sure what had prompted him to take Michele's breath away with a fierce kiss. Maybe it was his beautifully relaxed expression while driving, maybe it was the orange reflection of the sunset sparkling in his eyes, maybe it was the warmth that radiated from his mere presence at any given moment - whatever it was, it was more important to Harry than the impatient honking.

Gabio - Kisses exchanged as they move around, hitting the edges of tables or nearly tripping over things on the floor before making it to the sofa, or bed.

"Ou-!" "Shhh!" Gabriella was quick to steal the sound of discomfort from Fabio's lips while he rubbed his thigh where the edge of the desk had just been rammed into it. They both knew it would be more than awful for their bosses to find out about their relationship like this - catching them tripping over and bumping into the antique Italian furniture in Gabriella's office. Fabio sighed softly, the pain of the sharp edge already forgotten at the sweet distraction that Gabriella's kisses offered him. Getting caught by either of their bosses was a risk he was willing to take if this was the reward.

Francetto - Whispering “I love you” before a chaste, delicate kiss.

Franceso smiled softly, genuinely, at how a sleeping Dolcetto's chest rose and sunk, over and over with every breath. It had been an insanely long week that had finally come to an end. Even if things hadn't went as planned, at least they had this moment - well, Francesco had it. He descended slowly as to not wake Dolcetto from his well deserved slumber and whispered the three words that were still easier to say when there was no chance for a snarky reply - "I love you" - before leaning in further to plant a feather-light kiss on Dolcetto's lips.

Railey - A lingering kiss before a long trip apart.

Tahir wasn't sure how he got in this position, but by god he wasn't going to complain about being held close by Robert while holding onto him as well, their hands on each other's shoulders, each other's necks. The taste of a recently smoked cigarette still clung to Robert's lips and for once Tahir drank it up because it was him. Their lips barely moved. No teeth, no tongue dared to disturb the closeness as if any movement at all would make this moment pass. Something neither of them wanted, considering they will be parted for weeks once it ends.

[bygone-age]

HOLBY CITY BAKE OFF

A fun little idea I had while my mam was catching up with some recent Holby episodes and I decided the writers don't know how to do happy and fun.

It's an AU of course - Dom isn't adopted, Lofty didn't cheat, Ric isn't suddenly past it, Jac is happy (and still in charge of Darwin), Kian is around, but a bit less annoying (I'm getting used to him), Serena and Bernie are still together and Hanssen is not in Sweden. Also Gaskell wasn't a total bastard and Roxanna is still with us.

So anyway, here it is!

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WEEK ONE - CAKE WEEK

Sacha Levy was not fond of working nights, but he owed Dom a favour and it was only for a few days.

Of course, night shift had its advantages - his last ward round had passed without incident, the patients were settled for the night and barring any unforseen emergencies, they should remain that way till handover in the morning, so all he had to do was check in with the junior doctor and ward nurses every now and then and the rest of the time was his own.

He had a supply of good coffee (a present from Jac and Emma, along with a mug covered in doctor jokes), he'd managed to get ahead of his paperwork for once and he'd even gone over a research proposal from his junior, so he was going to spend the next hour with Agatha Christie. Or least, that had been the plan. Almost as soon as Hercule Poirot had boarded the Orient Express, his office phone rang.

"Mr Levy?" it was the rather shaky voice of Nicky McKendrick. "could you come down to Darwin? I- I- I know you're probably busy, but... well, there's a problem with Ms Naylor."

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Five minutes later he was hurrying out of the lift and onto Darwin. Nicky was waiting for him, looking positively queasy.

"Nicky, what happened?"

"Well, everyone was settled for the night and she had me doing half a mountain of paperwork and practicing for tomorrow morning's surgery, while she worked in her office. About ten or so minutes ago, she stuck her head out and said she wasn't to be disturbed unless it was a critical emergency. She said anyone who did would be thrown out of her office window."

"That's pretty standard for Jac."

"Yes, but I walked past her office and I could hear her going "he's an arsehole, she's an arsehole, he's never going to win, she's just crap" and I knocked on her door to see if she was OK and..."

"and what?"

"She told me to fuck off. Then she threw a cupcake at me."

Now he was just curious.

"OK, first you need to calm down. Get yourself a cuppa and take five minutes, then try and tackle the rest of that paperwork. I'll go and see Jac."

Nicky went off to the break room and Sacha went to Jac's office to see what was going on.

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"I thought I told you to fuck off!?!"

"Not since I knocked Emma's glitter onto the floor!"

Jac turned to see it was Sacha, rather than Nicky butting in as she had before.

"Oh. Sorry, I thought you were Nicky bothering me again."

"No and you should apologise. And explain why you're throwing cupcakes."

"I told her - no interruptions. The cupcake was burnt, it shouldn't have been in the box, but Emma insisted it was fine and I forgot to take it out of the box."

Sacha sat down beside her on the couch and finally noticed what she had on on the portable TV on the coffee table.

"Still mean though, you should ap- Bake Off? I thought that started next week!?!"

"Tonight. Half of them are doomed, but Hollywood is such a dick, I want the worst one to win just to spite him."

Sacha laughed out loud and settled in beside her.

"Mind if I join you? Watching you critique cooking shows is one of the funniest things you can get away with at work!"

She nugded him playfully and grinned.

"Shut up and make yourself comfortable... if you can take time away from Agatha Christie!"

"She can wait for a hour, but I will nip up during the break and grab some of that lovely coffee. And while I'm doing that, you can apologise to Nicky"

He looked at her with just a little bit of sterness and she gave him her best put upon sigh - one borrowed straight out of her daughter's playbook.

"Fine! As long as she isn't going to make a big deal out of it."

They settled in to a comfortable silence for the next few minutes and when the break came, Sacha went to fetch the coffee, hearing Jac call Nicky over as he left.

"Oi, foetus! Put that lot down, I need a word!"

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A few minutes later, having checked in with Keller and grabbed his coffee maker, Sacha returned to Jac's office to see her and Nicky side by side, Nicky practically bouncing with excitement and Jac trying very hard to keep a stern look on her face. He avoided eye contact and set the coffee up on her desk.

"Sorry I'm late, I stopped in at the break room to fill this up" he motioned to the cafetiere. "what have I missed?"

"They're making Angel Cake Slices for the technical" Nicky pipped up brightly "I don't know why-"

"Because you don't know anything. Now be quiet or you'll get another burnt cake thrown at you."

Sacha smiled. Jac wasn't fooling anyone, she was enjoying the company and she knew it. As if on cue, she softened (slightly. Very slightly) and turned towards Nicky as he passed out the coffee and sat on her other side.

"It would be too easy to just do three traybakes and jam them together. This way requires much more skill, so it's a better challenge."

"Oh! That makes sense. You know, you should-" Nicky sneaked a quick look at Jac and decided against what she'd been about to say. "nevermind. It can wait."

"Good. Now, not another word unless the judges make someone cry"

END OF PART ONE

NEXT: BISCUIT WEEK. The action moves to Sacha's flat. Jac makes ginger snaps, Nicky brings tea and Ric has definite opinions on the "loose vs bagged" debate.

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Hope you liked that! I'm going to try and do one for each week, so I know I have some to catch up on and I've never been very good at deadlines, but I will try and if anyone has any ideas, drop me a line any time.

This is especially for @foxyroxysstuff, who I hope will forgive me for delaying finishing her prompt to finish this first! I'm going to do yours now, promise!

EDIT:- Forgot to post this 👇 👇 it's the coffee maker that Jac and Emma bought Sacha.