Stardust & Moonbeams

1- When did you start playing Choices? What's the first book you played?

2018! America's Most Eligible was the first one I played alongside High School Story.

2- When, and why, did you join Choices fandom?.

I have been a Choices player much longer than I have been in the Choices Fandom. In 2020 the pandemic hit and much like everyone I was bored to my core. Choices used to be my escape from the dreads of the real world, but I started wanting for more. I already used to follow a few Choices Instagram pages and one of them had posted a link to an Open Heart fic that took me straight to Tumblr. This hellsite wouldn't let me read it until I signed up hence I did so and read the fic then another, then another, and then another. That's how I started diving into the world of fanfiction and began lurking here.

3- How did you pick your URL name?

It was rather silly. So originally my username was : @headoverheelsforchoices this was when I used to lurk here and never dared to participate, but then I started seeing a lot of criticism about representation and stuff in general about Choices on Tumblr. Things about which I never gave much thought before joining the fandom and I couldn't call myself in love with Choices anymore. So I changed it to my current one which is @headoverheelsforramsey because he is my og, one and only grumpy husband. 😌

4- How long have you been writing fanfiction?

Surprisingly it's just about a year. Although I loved writing since my early teenage years whether it was for school or for just simple pleasure I didn't write fanfictions until Covid or Open Heart happened.

5- What is your favorite Choices book to write about?

I have only written for Open Heart and as far as I can see into the future it will very well be the only book I write for. Because with PB's downfall I doubt they'll be able to give us a story and love interest as brilliant as Open Heart or Ethan Ramsey.

6- Share the first fanfic you wrote with us. Do you still like it or would you change anything about it?

This is kinda embarrassing 😅 but okay! My first fic was actually a 3 part mini-series "Your Love is Killing Me".

I won't say I love it and I won't say I hate it but what I will say is that I am pretty proud of it. Sure there are a lot of things I would like to change and a lot of places where I still cringe but that fic walked so that my recent works could fly. 😌

7- What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?

It has to be a tie between Yeh Dooriyan ~ These Distances and Love The Way You Lie. These two are like two parts of my heart. These are my babies and my proudest creations I can never choose between the two. 🥺💜

8- Do you have a fic that you didn’t expect to be well received, but it was? What about one you expected to be, but it could use a little more love?

Hmm, I'll go with Envy & Desire. Personally, I didn't feel this was so special as to become my most popular fic and also become the fic for which I received the most notes for, but I guess beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder so I am extremely thankful for all the love on this fic.

Again I'll always go with Yeh Dooriyan ~ These Distances and Love The Way You Lie. Because I am hella proud of these ones and they could always use some extra love. 🥰

9- What is your specialty as a fanfic writer?

Angst with no happy ending or the fluffiest of fluff and there is no in-between 😂 This was first pointed out by an anon and since then I couldn't get it out of my head. Is this a good thing? No. Am I gonna keep on doing this? Probably yes. Sorry 🙈

10- If you could write only angst, fluff, or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?

This made me think a lot but I'll have to go with angst. What I have noticed over my journey as a writer is that fluff comes easily and naturally to me but I struggle with angst and since I like challenging myself I don't want to eliminate angst from my life. Does this make sense? Idk Idk 😂

11- Do you ever recognize yourself in any of your MC’s or in your writing?

All. The. Freaking. Time. Meera is a hundred percent the better, smarter, sexier version of me. Whereas Lina is everything that I know I can never be. While I try to write Kevin and Noah in a way that I would like my boyfriends and husband to be. So all of them are just me divided into different personalities and I unabashedly live vicariously through them. 😌

12- What element of writing do you struggle with most?

Setting and a proper opening and closing of the story. Oftentimes I am writing my fics on one immaculate scene that came to me in the shower and forming a setting that leads up to the scene and then bringing the story to a conclusion is what takes the most out of me.

13- Do you have any neglected work you really want to finish?

Yes, my series A(n) (Un)Fortunate Turn of Events and my series Rivals Turned Lovers. I have neglected them for far too long.

14- If someone you know in real life (who isn’t involved in fandoms) asked to read your work, would you let them? If yes, what would you recommend they read first?

This really depends on who is asking. I did share a few of my works with my brother and I'd happily share them with my best friend. Basically, with people where I know there would be no judgments.

Again I'll say Yeh Dooriyan ~ These Distances and Love The Way You Lie because they are my proudest creations after all. 🙈

15- Are there any writers (published authors and/or fanfic writers) who influenced your writing?

I believe every work I read since I first could, has in some way or other shaped me into the writer I am today because I also believe to be a good writer you have to be a good reader first.

As for fanfic writers, there are a lot of brilliant people in the fandom whose work encouraged me to try my hand at it. Two people whom I absolutely have to mention are @genevievemd and @mm2305. I am following Sara's work since I used to lurk around here and it was my happy place through the ups and downs of the pandemic. Mil hosted the May challenge of 2021 and whose prompt is what inspired me to create and post for the first time. So I'm forever grateful for these two amazing ladies! 💜

16- Which one of your stories would you most like to see as a movie/series?

Love The Way You Lie I can just imagine the drama this could bring! 😍

17- Do you write original stories?

Does a teenager scribbling in the back of her science notebook count? Then yes. 😂

18 - What other hobbies do you have?

I love to cook and I am a trained classical dancer.

19 - What’s your favorite emoji?

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20: BONUS - tell us anything you’d like (if you want to).

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That she would never spend another minute in the faint glimmer of minimal sunrays while reading her favourite book under a tree in Boston common.

That she would never laugh with her patients as they tell stories of their lives to her and as she finds pieces of her life in them back in the Edenbrook patient rooms.

That she would never get to put up an act of being the top-notch doctor who has an answer to every question related to the difficult cases while she was alone in the Diagnostic Team Office.

That she would never get to sip coffee absently, a cake piece in front of her as her heart engaged in a conversation with itself, talking about the twisted circumstances of her life.

That she would never get to relish the apricity of December mornings or see the city decked up in red on gold in the Christmas week.

Thinking about it now as she sat in the jam-packed airport, so full yet so empty, she realised how deeply this city had got embedded in her life.

There was a time when she would doubt if this city could ever become her own if she could ever forget the homesickness as she hid herself in the blankets of snow in winters and blossoming flowers in spring, and now leaving this city behind felt like leaving her life behind.

Her soul behind.

Unbeknownst to her, tear streaks mark their way on her tired face, eyes red, gaze fixed at the floor. There was a desperate need for coffee, but she couldn't get the power to get up and buy one. Her mind was already doing the best it could in keeping her away from the maze of memories and heartbreaking thoughts where she would get lost, and slip into a sea of despair, pain and heartbreak, where she would drown.

The sky of her world was overcast, and soon it would rain, the weather grey and melancholy, piercing and painful.

The announcement echoes through the hall and people around her spur into sudden motion, packing the things taken out, taking out tickets for the check, getting ready to board. But her gaze remained fixed on the way leading to the entrance.

She took her bag and walked away from the crown that was now lining up in a queue, to take one last glance and let all hope extinguish as her reality sunk in.

She was about a hundred per cent sure that he wouldn't come.

Even if her words were a lie, even if her letter brought tears in his eye. He would never come. He would let her go, his irrational reason stopping him, his hand always inches away from that even after running miles she would never be able to hold it.

Yet, she would have been ready. To run, to fall, to get scarred. To die. If there had been hope. If there had been a light she could chase, if there had been a belief she could hold on to. That all this would be worth it. That all her turmoil wouldn't be futile.

But here, there was nothing. No chance, no belief, no hope. She could sense her name being announced in the speaker and she could also sense the heaviness of her head that increased by the minute. She could feel her senses slowly leaving her, a curtain of black slowly falling.

Before she could fall, she had to walk.

She had to keep her promise.

She had to leave.

"Pooja!"

The voice held her like two firm hands, gripping her as she fell, preventing her from getting hurt.

There was confusion, there was doubt. But deep, very deep down, there was a relief. There was happiness. She turns around and there they are.

Those icy blues which held unshed tears in their corners, which were desperate and pleading. There was no need of going back. She pinched herself once, wanting to confirm if the image that presented itself in front of her was deceit or truth and as the faint pain slowly dissipated, she made her way over to exit, walking in steady steps to fulfil her promise.

-----------------

No one knew how long they cried.

Both of them, holding each other as if united after eons.

His hand gripped hers as if it was that log in the tumultuous ocean on which his life hung. The hand which was once terrifying to hold, the thought of not being able to hold it seemed much, much more terrifying now.

Within minutes her luggage was safely stored behind his car and his racing heart slowly calmed down, as the anticipation of not being able to stop her slowly faded away.

There was only one thing he had to say, and as he held her hand through the entirety of their journey back, he conveyed in whispers,

"I won't let you go."

PS: Thank you so much for reading, very very grateful for you :)

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That she would never spend another minute in the faint glimmer of minimal sunrays while reading her favourite book under a tree in Boston common.

That she would never laugh with her patients as they tell stories of their lives to her and as she finds pieces of her life in them back in the Edenbrook patient rooms.

That she would never get to put up an act of being the top-notch doctor who has an answer to every question related to the difficult cases while she was alone in the Diagnostic Team Office.

That she would never get to sip coffee absently, a cake piece in front of her as her heart engaged in a conversation with itself, talking about the twisted circumstances of her life.

That she would never get to relish the apricity of December mornings or see the city decked up in red on gold in the Christmas week.

Thinking about it now as she sat in the jam-packed airport, so full yet so empty, she realised how deeply this city had got embedded in her life.

There was a time when she would doubt if this city could ever become her own if she could ever forget the homesickness as she hid herself in the blankets of snow in winters and blossoming flowers in spring, and now leaving this city behind felt like leaving her life behind.

Her soul behind.

Unbeknownst to her, tear streaks mark their way on her tired face, eyes red, gaze fixed at the floor. There was a desperate need for coffee, but she couldn't get the power to get up and buy one. Her mind was already doing the best it could in keeping her away from the maze of memories and heartbreaking thoughts where she would get lost, and slip into a sea of despair, pain and heartbreak, where she would drown.

The sky of her world was overcast, and soon it would rain, the weather grey and melancholy, piercing and painful.

The announcement echoes through the hall and people around her spur into sudden motion, packing the things taken out, taking out tickets for the check, getting ready to board. But her gaze remained fixed on the way leading to the entrance.

She took her bag and walked away from the crown that was now lining up in a queue, to take one last glance and let all hope extinguish as her reality sunk in.

She was about a hundred per cent sure that he wouldn't come.

Even if her words were a lie, even if her letter brought tears in his eye. He would never come. He would let her go, his irrational reason stopping him, his hand always inches away from that even after running miles she would never be able to hold it.

Yet, she would have been ready. To run, to fall, to get scarred. To die. If there had been hope. If there had been a light she could chase, if there had been a belief she could hold on to. That all this would be worth it. That all her turmoil wouldn't be futile.

But here, there was nothing. No chance, no belief, no hope. She could sense her name being announced in the speaker and she could also sense the heaviness of her head that increased by the minute. She could feel her senses slowly leaving her, a curtain of black slowly falling.

Before she could fall, she had to walk.

She had to keep her promise.

She had to leave.

"Pooja!"

The voice held her like two firm hands, gripping her as she fell, preventing her from getting hurt.

There was confusion, there was doubt. But deep, very deep down, there was a relief. There was happiness. She turns around and there they are.

Those icy blues which held unshed tears in their corners, which were desperate and pleading. There was no need of going back. She pinched herself once, wanting to confirm if the image that presented itself in front of her was deceit or truth and as the faint pain slowly dissipated, she made her way over to exit, walking in steady steps to fulfil her promise.

-----------------

No one knew how long they cried.

Both of them, holding each other as if united after eons.

His hand gripped hers as if it was that log in the tumultuous ocean on which his life hung. The hand which was once terrifying to hold, the thought of not being able to hold it seemed much, much more terrifying now.

Within minutes her luggage was safely stored behind his car and his racing heart slowly calmed down, as the anticipation of not being able to stop her slowly faded away.

There was only one thing he had to say, and as he held her hand through the entirety of their journey back, he conveyed in whispers,

"I won't let you go."

PS: Thank you so much for reading, very very grateful for you :)

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