#how Kel got sucked into fanfiction

[keldae]

50. How did you get into reading and/or writing fanfiction? 39. What is you greatest strength as a writer? 28. If someone were to draw a piece of fanart for your story, which story would it be and what would the picture be of? 20. Any ships which you surprised yourself by liking?

ALL the questions!! :D

50. The year is somewhere around 2001-ish. The Return of the King is in theatres. 12-year-old Kel and her bestie have taken a running leap into Middle-earth and are completely in love with Legolas Thranduilion. They’ve been left unsupervised on a computer and are scouring the Internet for anything and everything connected to the Lord of the Rings, and find a site (... I want to say Moon Books? Green Books? Something like that?) with a bunch of stories on it that weren’t written by JRR Tolkien/Peter Jackson/anyone else official. The stories are enthralling to two impressionable young would-be-elves (and both of us were shipping Faramir/Eowyn to the MAX. Jawa’s very first OTP!).

Fast forward to late 2008/early 2009. Kel is in Grade 12 (senior year of high school), and having established her reputation as the class introvert, takes to spending her lunch periods in the library on the computers. With Facebook being blocked by the school servers, she idly starts looking for those same LOTR stories. It is then that she learns of the term “fan fiction”, and winds up tripping and falling into FFN’s LOTR archives, and the rest, as they say, is history. (My very first fic wound up being a *le confessional sigh* dread Girl-Falls-Into-Middle-Earth Tenth Walker story. But I think, despite the hardcore Legolas crush, the character started gravitating toward Boromir?)

39. Oooooh. Hmmm. I’ve been told by professors/other grown-up readers that I have a very strong voice, and my writing style tends to be pretty consistent (and one of my sociology profs always got a kick out of reading the dry wit and snark I’d throw into my papers. Like at uni grad she was eager to meet my mum and see just where I had learned to write like that. XD). As far as fic goes, I’ve been told I’m an emotive writer and seem to be good at conveying emotions and feelings and making readers cry! I’m working on the descriptive skills and writing out combat. :D

28. I would probably say Drastic Measures, since that’s my biggest project that’s eating my soul right now. There’s some one-shots that could inspire an artistic mind though -- The Orgus Maneuver and Memento Mori are the ones that come to mind. (It’s not published yet, but @andveryginger and I, with @corey-067‘s help, have been writing out Reanden and Mairen’s wedding, and that’s another one I could see art for!) As for what the art might be -- for Drastic Measures, I’m not sure! I’ve had a WIP on the backburner for aaaages of Theron and Xaja escaping the Spire, but there could be scenes from them fleeing Rishi with Doc, or on Dromund Kaas, or Voss, or something. (Not gonna lie, I would loooooove to see art of Jace punching a hole through Saresh’s desk. >.>)

20. Ooooooh, good question! I gotta think about this for a minute. >.>

Believe it or not, I was not expecting the Theron romance in Shadow of Revan to hit me out of left field like it did. Initially I had played Xaja through that story like “it’s an NPC like the ones on Makeb where you’ll never see them again so meh”, and that lasted until... Manaan? So yeah now Theron/Jedi Knight is my biggest current OTP. XD 

I’ve come to the realization that Jedi Consular/Zenith is a fantastic ship (BIOWARE, LET US ROMANCE ZENITH) and I dig it. :D I also like unconventional pairings -- @kunoichi-ume‘s Jedi Knight/Torian is a delightful ship that I would never have imagined, but I dig (and may have inspired Korin/Kira over in Taerich’verse!). 

Outside of SWTOR... hmmm. Thorin/Bilbo in the Hobbit was not a ship I had ever even got a whiff of in the book, but the movie version had me shipping it hard. And when I started casually watching Fairy Tail, I wound up shipping Lucy/Leo. And I’m rather digging a Poe/Rey ship in the SW Sequel Trilogy!

[justherekinda]

In Your Dreams // part 2

Summary: Things grow stronger but will a face from Kelsea’s past make the connection between her and Aryia weaken?

Warnings: Alcohol mention, swearing

Word Count: 2,772

I truly never thought I would be in this position, well not in real life, but I did read a lot of fanfictions about it through my time. Aryia and I have been talking nonstop, that includes texting, facetime calls and even phone calls on some occasions. I didn’t realize that we would bond as much as we actually are, we talked about things from as silly conspiracies we believed in all the way to the deep shit like our familiarity with addiction. Which believe me, I was not expecting to have him be so open with me when it came to that topic. I suppose he felt the connection due to my experiences with it throughout my childhood with my older brother. Other than the sly compliments through our talking, he’d even pop up at my work and without a word leave food behind with Ashley (the receptionist obviously). I probably shouldn’t have slipped up and told him how I didn’t eat sometimes through my double shifts. I was now sitting on my bed back at my apartment, staring at the most recent text message I had received from him.

“btw some of my friends are throwing a party at their place and I’d rather not go alone… come with?” I didn’t know what to say, do I go and hang out with him one on one? Does he want to introduce me to his friends low key to see how I reacted? I obviously left out the specific detail that I might’ve watched him and his friends videos through college so what if I go there and freak the fuck out? I ran a hand across my face once before I shook my head, picking my phone back up and quickly typing, “Can’t let you suffer alone now can I?” I sucked my bottom lip in between my teeth, weighing the pros and cons of sending the message before saying fuck it and clicking the arrow to send it. Not even five seconds later I got a reply along with the wink emoji, “ill send you the location darling, party starts at 8.” My eyebrows furrowed slightly as I quickly glanced up at the time on my phone before my eyes widened. Oh my fuck I have three hours to get my shit together and look presentable. I quickly clicked a specific number in my phone, lifting it up to my ear and said, “Hey Rachel… I need your help. How fast can you get here?” Thank god for having a best friend who lived 10 minutes away.

My eyes were locked on my reflection in the mirror of my dresser, the light rose color of blush starting to show up where Rachel applied it. The grin never failed to leave her face as she picked my outfit out all the way through to the putting on the final touches of my makeup. The wideness of her smile made one slowly start to grow on mine as I gently bumped her arm with my shoulder. “Stop grinning like that,” I whined softly, hearing her scoff slightly as I continue. “Its just a party its not like he’s about to propose Rach.”

She rolled her eyes, moving in front of me to inspect her work; the smile still obvious. “Oh cmon Kels, you’ve been gaga for him since college and now you’re literally the main character in a fanfic.”

Now that comment made me roll my eyes, crossing my arms across my chest as I looked at her. “I don’t do parties, especially parties that involve famous fuckin Youtubers.”

She came and sat down beside me on my bed, my head automatically falling onto her shoulder. “Then why’d you agree to go with him?” She asked, her fingers twisting a makeup brush between them.

A tedious habit I noticed she did when she focused on a conversation. I shrugged slightly, not being able to help the small smile that spread on my lips. The answer coming so simply and yet, still made those pesky butterflies erupt in my stomach.

“Because I feel like he could actually become something to me.”

She lightly bumped her shoulder up to make me look at her, the grin making her nose scrunch up slightly. “Then make tonight worth it.”

Rachel had been long gone by the time I had to make my way into an Uber to head towards the location Aryia had sent me. When the uber pulled up at the location, my mouth went dry as I quickly recognized the house before me. It was the trap house, THE trap house that Sam Golbach, Corey Scherer, Jake Webber and the infamous Colby Brock moved into once their apartment days were behind them. The beep of a horn that was waiting for my Uber to move, snapped me out of my thoughts. Nodding a thank you to the driver I finally stepped out, brushing my hair behind my hair behind my shoulder as I walked up to the door. My nose crinkled slightly as the guard who was blocking the door put his arm out in front of me. I opened my mouth to argue about him letting me in before I heard him, someone who I spent nights before talking to.

“It’s okay Patrick,” He said, stepping out of the house and slipping his hand into mine. “She’s with me.” As those left his lips, his eyes finally locked with mine; gently pulling me inside behind him. The music was loud and people were flooded throughout the house, some faces were familiar and some not so much. Goosebumps swept through my body as I felt Aryias lips brush against my ear, him whispering in my ear due to the music.

“You look amazing by the way.”

Five simple words that made my face heat up completely, shaking my head as I said, “I do wear things other than scrubs and pajamas.” He lead me through the crowd to the back of the house, my eyes widening slightly in awe as I looked around at all the fairy lights. Well those were certainly new. We sat down on a bench that was placed right under the lights, our legs brushing as we both got comfortable. A sheepish smile came across his lips, his body turning to face me slightly before he said, “is this a super shitty first hangout? If it is we can like totally ditch.”

I laughed softly, shaking my head and turning my body to match his. “Definitely not, honestly if it was just us two somewhere I’d probably be more nervous than I am.”

The words slipped from my lips with ease, a flush coming back to my cheeks. I watched as his eyebrow cocked playfully and with a tilt of his head said, “Oh so I make you nervous aye?”

I rolled my eyes, gently hitting his shoulder with the palm of my hand; not being able to control the smile. “Oh hush, you’re just lucky I blessed you with my presence tonight.”

A softness crossed over his features, one that I’ve only seen once before with Ronnie at the hospital. His hand went and gently laid on the top of my knee, his thumb rubbing it ever so gently. “Blessed is definitely the word I’d use.”

My eyes glanced down at his position on my knee, my hand going to lay gently on top of his. I shook my head slightly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze before saying, “You trying to make putty in your hands or is this just your natural charm?”

I watched as he rolled his eyes, the smile starting to grow on his lips. “Maybe a little bit of both but I’m enjoying the putty part of you.”

I rolled my eyes, licking my lips as I run a hand nervously through my hair. I felt as he gently squeezed my knee before he lifted his hand up from it. “I’m goin to get us both a soda, I’ll be back in a bit love,” he said, gently brushing his finger against my jaw before walking inside.

I felt my cheeks flush with redness, shaking my head as I took out my phone to pass the time that he was gone. The scrolling through my phone didn’t last a long time before I felt a body plop down beside me. I glanced up, expecting to see Aryias hazels eyes looking at me but was in for a surprise as I saw instead, bright blue ones. I noticed the confused look across his face, a slight chuckle coming from me.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m Kelsea and you are?” I asked, trying to act as if I had no clue of the man in front of me or our history he didn’t even know about.

A small chuckle escaped him that matched mine, a slight nod coming as he said, “Colby Brock, this is sort of my party doll. Which confuses me as to why I’ve never seen you here before?” I swallowed slightly, plastering a smile onto my lips as I sat up straighter to look at him.

“Was invited, guess the host didn’t get the memo aye?” The remark came out sassier than I intended but I couldn’t help but notice the smirk appear on his.

“A feisty one we have here huh? I like that. Least I got a name to match the mysterious beauty.” I swallowed again, feeling my stomach flip slightly as I did a slight nod. The words coming from him were… unexpected and flirty? It made me speechless, only able to do a nod in response which made him speak once again.

“Can I get you a drink babe? We have all sorts of liquor or even a seltzer like I have here,” he said, lifting up his own solo cup.  I opened my mouth to reply before I felt a hand lay on my shoulder. The approach making me jump slightly and glance up, letting out a slight breath of relief as I saw Aryia smiling adoringly down at me. He looked at me a moment before looking at Colby, his head tilting slightly.

“I see you’ve met Kelsea, the vet I told you about that helped Ronnie?” I glanced over at Colby, relaxing back into Aryias gentle touch and trying to hide the smirk that grew as Colby’s dropped. He cleared his throat briefly before he stood up, smiling politely at Aryia.

“Oh, didn’t know she was with you brother. Seems like a good one.” He excused himself after saying that, his hand rubbing Aryias shoulder while he walked past. Aryia resumed his position beside me, my eyes glancing back at Colby just to see his already on mine. The quick wink he sent me, made me tense up slightly before I looked back at Aryia. He held out the solo cup to me, our fingers brushing as I took the cup from him. Peering down into it as I noticed the fizzy substance inside of it, the smile growing back onto my lips as I relaxed. I could tell Aryia noticed the breath of relief that I let out when he put his hand back on my leg. “

“Are you okay? We can leave if you want, I know these parties can be… a bit much.”

His words seemed genuine and seemed like he actually cared for my wellbeing and comfort which was new to me. I let myself place my hand on top of his, my eyes growing softer as I looked at the man in front of me. My fingers gently brushed his to lay right between his on my leg, gaining comfort from such an innocent motion.

“I’m perfect and I know we both agreed that we were terrible dancers before I came but I gotta ask. You wanna dance?”

I raise an eyebrow, taking my bottom lip slightly between my teeth as I worried about his reply. A slight scoff came from his lips, taking my drink from me and placing it on the ground beside the bench. I watched as he stood up and held out his hand to me, a playful look in his eyes.

“Hope you don’t embarrass easy, let’s dance.”

 The time I spent dancing with Aryia felt like time didn’t pass, the amount of times I busted out laughing due to him acting like a fool made it unforgettable. I feel by the time we finally stepped off to the side to catch our breathes, him making me laugh as much as humanly possible was his goal. My back was leaned against the wall by the kitchen, my eyes staying on Aryia as he spoke about a time, he got so plastered at one of these things that he ended up puking off a balcony. My attention was caught as a little wave was mustered by, of course, Colby in the kitchen. My attention for a moment left Aryia to look at Colby, curious as to why he even wanted my attention in the first place. Once he realized he had caught my eyes, he glanced down to a random girl that was staring at him all doe eyed. He curled his finger against her jawbone before practically shoving his tongue down her throat, making a look of disgust cross over my face. I quickly turned my attention back to Aryia to see him looking at me with a raised eyebrow. Oh fuck, I definitely have been caught not listening. My cheeks flushed in embarrassment, shaking my head quickly as I placed my hand gently up to lay against his neck.

“I’m sorryyyyy,” I said, pouting my lip out quickly as I started to give him puppy dog eyes. “I thought I saw someone I knew, got distracted,” I finished, keeping my puppy dog face up before a little huff fell from his lips. He placed his hand over the one on my neck, looking down at me with a smile.

“If I was boring you baby you could’ve told me.” I opened my mouth to argue before realization crossed over me and I let a smirk come onto my lips.

“Oh, I’m baby now huh?” I said, gently tapping my fingers against his neck as I watched as he blushed ever so slightly. He took his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment before letting it go, a shrug rolling off his shoulders.

“I’d like for you to be…” He drifted off, his tone sounding genuine which made my stomach curl into a knot. I let his words set with me for a moment, giving myself time to examine his face completely. From the way his eyes were slightly dark from the lack of sleep he spoke about struggling with, but also somehow holding light whenever he smiled. Fuck, that smile, I couldn’t even begin to describe how I ached to have that smile stay on his lips forever. I slipped my fingers from his neck to lay against my side, letting a smile come onto my lips.

“I’d like that too.” My voice was quiet, and the nerves were obvious in my slow movements, not really sure where to place my hands in that moment. I feel like he could sense that because before I could even breath, he reached and gently placed my left hand on his side. I could feel the curl of his side under my fingertips as he reached and placed my right one on the back of his neck. The motions he put me made him step closer to me, making me let out a nervous breath at how close we were. His fingers went and delicately held my chin between his index finger and thumb. My eyes glanced back and forth between his eyes; I swore I could feel the bass of the music match the rhythm of my heart. He leaned down slightly, our eyes staying locked before he stopped right as his lips were above mine. I could feel his breath hit my lips as he said just loud enough for me to hear him, “I won’t hurt you Kels.” After those words slipped from him, I felt his lips meet mine. He gave me a few moments to push him away before he stepped closer to put his free hand on my hip. My stomach instantly flipped as his lips connected to mine, my fingers curling around his body as I kissed him back. For the first time in forever, I felt like he wouldn’t break those five words he spoke to me