Author has written 20 stories for Harry Potter, NCIS, Doctor Who, Mary Poppins, Hawaii Five-0, Ironman, and Avengers.
Well...its definitely been a while! I should probably update this.
19. Scottish. Student.
Aspiring...something. Free time is a myth.
But call me Nikki. Everyone does.
N I K K I.
Not Nicky. Or Nicci. Or Nickey. Or any of those other random things. It irritates me for reasons I'm not entirely sure of.
I've been around fanfiction for years. And the fact I can say that...kinda scary. For the last year or so (around about starting uni) I started to fall off the face of the earth - I went from being an active part of the fandoms to barely reviewing stuff, or being so far behind in stories that I ended up giving up on them - not because they were bad or anything, but I just didn't have the time. And I can't see that getting any better in the next few years. My own stories are a complete bombscare. I know this. I always said I'd never abandon them completely, that the hiatus wouldn't be forever, but I seem to have fallen into that trap anyway. So I'm not promising that anything will come back definitely, and my stories list might shrink a little in the next few months, but it's probably for the best in the long run. That being said, I have a ton of half finished chapters/one-shots/everything just sitting around on my laptop/notebooks/everywhere waiting to be fixed...so some of them might appear as well. Spring cleaning, here I come!
So, now that thats out of the way...welcome to my little corner of fanfiction.
I'm a teenaged girl who is growing up and has no idea what the hell I'm doing. Old enough to know better, young enough that I won't follow through. Honestly, its all guesswork here. I'm probably doing it all wrong, I'm probably making mistakes...but meh I'll live. I'm at that point in my life where I've suddenly realised oh-dear-god-I'm-twenty-next-year. It's scary. Eighteen wasn't a big deal, that I couldn't wait for (we're legal at 18, not 21) but twenty...scary.
I'm a night owl. I'm that friend you can text at 2am and you'll still find me awake doing whatever. Mornings are not my friend. I have a rather unhealthy love affair with high heels. Sequinned Union Jack high heels may sound tacky, but I'm in love. I dye my hair far too often. I'm fussy and picky and a perfectionist. I know what I want. I love politics. And philosophy. Current affairs is my thing. I'm dead set against Scottish Independence and I have been since I was in high school. It won't work - and I really don't feel like paying £9,000 a year for University. If I'd wanted to do that, I would have gone abroad.
I love indulging my inner fangirl, but I can do a pretty good job of acting like an upstanding member of society...until you reunite me with my friends. Then that all goes out the window.
Things that make me smile: High heels, Maroon5, NCIS, bouncy castles, Robert Downey Jr, Lindt chocolate, shopping, Once Upon A Time, accents, sunshine, long walks with my dog, snow, nail polish, Alex O'Loughlin, books that you just swallow whole and sushi. Supply me with sushi, I'll love you forever.
Things that will make me want to whack your head off the nearest table: spoilt brats, naming your children increasingly stupid names, sheer ignorance, rude people (I work in a kids shop, all stems from five years of hassle), bad grammar, people who pick holes or argue just for the sake of hearing their own voice, crocs, tourists and attention seeking Facebook statuses.
If you want to talk, drop me a line. I don't bite...much.