Started the chapter titled "epilogue" on #BoltsNutsPapercuts. We're getting there folks, slowly but surely 💕

After a week of stressing I finally conceded and I'm making another Excel for the #BoltsNutsPapercuts timeline. GUIDE ME, OH MIGHTY CELLS. TELL ME WHAT MONTH IT IS SO I CAN FINALLY WRITE AGAIN 🙏😂

C/W - NSFW jokes 🔞

I just had to share - the context is interesting (👀🌶️) but the jokes are making me laugh 😂

#Ghoap #GhostSoap #BoltsNutsPapercuts

Not going to include it but I want to put the #BoltsNutsPapercuts office through a Tough Mudder or some other horrific obstacle course like I was forced to do with my office last year. The marketing emails are plaguing me.

My colleagues were all ex-army, rugby players, or both. I stood no chance 😭

I remember starting #BoltsNutsPapercuts in November last year, and writing all the seasonally appropriate November/December scenes.

Summer rolled around. "Why am I writing New Years scenes in August..."

Now, it's November again. In the story, it's finally almost summer. It's all backwards. Help 😭😂

A snippet of text from my WIP Bolts, Nuts & Papercuts which reads: Lucky number three. The last egg soared through the air and cracked him dead across the mush. It could have been the shock that did it, or perhaps the fact that an egg to the face at high speed is quite painful, but the man collapsed. “Night night,” Simon chuckled. Johnny stared directly at him. “You know, you’re actually a massive nerd.”

Johnny's reaction is exactly how I felt when the boys were doing their bragging lines in MP sessions 😂

#Ghoap #BoltsNutsPapercuts

I'm writing a really serious family drama scene in #BoltsNutsPapercuts and all I can think of is that the next line of my plan states:

"Simon comes and pisses in [Johnny's] mum's prized rose bushes."

We love a man who will stand up for his future bf in family arguements #Ghoap 😂

A snippet of text from the work in progress Bolts, Nuts & Papercuts. The text reads: March had started with a thud, and then continued with several more, like riding a bike downhill over cobblestones. If he had much sensation left in them, Simon would joke that his balls ached from the blows, but jokes were sadly the last thing on his mind. In a way, that depressed him more than the situation at hand. He was sick of the crisis talks, of the constant phone calls and the late nights. The late nights were fun when Johnny had been able to stay, but there wasn’t much he could do whilst sitting in the corner of Simon’s office in silence as he made chaser call after chaser call with his entire client roster. Johnny had instead cooped himself up, keeping himself busy with random tasks, and drawing up designs for floats that nobody paid much mind to. In a rare moment of silence, the Scot had proposed that maybe now was the time to open to the general consumer market but was met with concerned grumbles and brushed off back to his closet. So, nobody really noticed when he’d disappeared for a while. Not until Simon caught wind that he wasn’t in the office and asked him where the hell he was spending his time. “Price rented me a workshop,” he had said on the phone, plainly.

A second snippet of text from Bolts, Nuts & Papercuts. The text reads: “A… workshop?” “For the float, duh. Keep up.” “Right.” With the way things were going, and Price stooping as low as buying single ply toilet paper for the management floor bathrooms, he was shocked that the man was pissing away money on something like this. He knew Price’s exact thoughts on the bloody business parade. The man basically only agreed to it because it was special to Farah, the only person other than Garrick who held any sort of sway with him. MacTavish did not hold sway. It was probably the opposite of a soft spot, more like a calloused patch or just plain old sandpaper. “It’s only a garage, but it’ll do. Was going to have to set up shop on the ops floor otherwise.” “Right,” Simon repeated. “And Price has done this… because?” “Dunno,” Johnny’s reply came, momentarily muffled by the clang of something large and metal hitting the ground, and the string of swear words that followed. “Probably to get me out from under yer’ feet.” Simon didn’t like that. Sure, he’d been a little intense with the Valeria situation, and may have insisted in the week following the incident that Johnny be under the office version of an armed guard, but it was for good reason. He’d chilled out at least a little since then, although it still worried him to think of Johnny going alone on the bus, so as many nights as he could manage, he’d seen him off at the door before returning to his desk. Maybe that was the problem.

80,000 words into #BoltsNutsPapercuts and we're finally welcoming the big bad company. I've been so excited writing Valeria into the story.

For now, take some soppy, overprotective #Ghoap where Simon worries not only about Johnny's safety, but also doubts Price's intentions in seperating them.

A snippet from the fic. The text reads: “What… happened at the pub?” “You seriously don’t remember?” “Nuh uh, my memory is shocking when I’m hammered…” Simon’s voice lowered to a whisper, clearly conscious of the very public space they were having this conversation in. The flimsy curtain material wouldn’t protect them from prying ears. “You asked me to kiss you.” John’s hand smacked around his mouth in shock, which in hindsight wasn’t the best of ideas, as the pain radiated through his noggin in one fell swoop and send him dozy again. But after a couple of seconds of blurry recovery, he finally choked out an apology. “I am so, so sorry. That’s fucking embarrassing… I really didn’t want to put you on the spot like that-” “I gave you a peck, on the cheek.”

The second snippet from the fic. The text reads: This was the absolute worst moment for Simon to admit something of that nature, as the heartrate monitor he’d been hooked up to since last night started skipping out on every other heartbeat. God, it was mortifying, especially when the ward nurse popped her head in to check in on him. “We didn’t… do anything else?” “Are you asking if I had sex with you?” “Jesus Simon!” He hissed through gritted teeth, hyperaware that the nurse now absolutely knew something juicy was happening behind the drape. “Not so fucking loud…” “We didn’t, I wouldn’t do that. You were wankered.” “That’s- that’s really considerate.”

It's #WIPWednesday! Please take an offering from a slightly earlier part of my office AU - #BoltsNutsPapercuts.

Johnny and Simon went out on New Years Eve, but Johnny forgot something crucially important. Simon reveals it to him in the worst possible moment 😂

#GhostSoap #SoapGhost #WIP

Writing comedy in #BoltsNutsPapercuts is actually one of my fave parts. Have a #GhostSoap snippet, where Price and Gaz try to get some gossip by snooping on the two of them.

P.s - totally feeding into the "Simon is just a bloke" trope 💕

#WIP #CoDfics