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25
Mar

Love In My Box by CosmoandMarvar

March 25, 2010 by · Leave a Comment

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5782455/1/Love_in_My_Box


Official Description: Bella’s an intellectual free spirit and Edward is a reserved, slightly geeky med student. They have a brief, but intense encounter on Sp Brk in Miami. Can they find true love through emails? There will be lemons and laughs. Look who’s writing this!

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SweetDulcinea says: I came across Love In My Box when Kassiah tweeted the link, and it is one of the most refreshing, fun fics I have read recently. It is a sweet, charming, and hilarious story by Marvar, who writes the EPOVs and Cosmogirl7481, who writes Bella. Together, they go by cosmoandmarvar, and they are truly one of the most delightful collab teams I have ever read. So far, the story is 4 chapters, but it only takes the first one to hook readers. Told mostly through a series of e-mail correspondence, readers learn that Edward and Bella have had some sort of “recent sexual encounter” as Edward puts it, and though they live across the country from one another, he is tenaciously determined to court her.

I hope you don’t think me strange for emailing you like this, but I have this feeling I can’t explain. It’s like an ache in my chest. I had a cardiogram, which revealed no abnormalities. All follow up tests ruled out any type of medical condition. I also had a full battery of tests which proved me to be free from all sexually transmitted diseases. I hope this pleases you (My classmates and I used my dilemma as a learning opportunity during our lab).

Therefore, I have concluded that since this pain began the day you left me, it must be related somehow. I’m considering writing a paper about it.

Bella’s response to the admitted internet stalking is surprised and flattered, and from the beginning, it’s clear that her honesty and blunt tongue are the makings of an enchanting virtual romance.

I would like to keep corresponding with you via email. I think it was a very romantic gesture. Thank you for making it.

You said that you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about me now and you asked if I thought about you. I want you to know that I have thought about you on more than one occasion. I think about you, still. I hope that’s not too much.

Edward’s devotion to scientific study make him endearing and funny to both the readers and Bella, and her desire to get to know this man she only met once perfectly fits her characterization as a Women’s Lit grad student (and hopeless romantic by default). Geekward and fluff lovers should run, not walk to this fic.

With each email, I promise that you will find yourself laughing and swooning with these adorkable characters.

AmeryMarie says: Oh, my fuck! Love this fic. I love Awkwardella I think it may be the geekiest most awkwardly cute Bella and Edward I have ever read. Ever. I am not a giggler, but I have to be honest when I say I giggled all the way through this fic.

I mean, come on! Is this not the nerdiest, brainiest flirting ever…

Yes, I do know about the size variance in body parts – it is rather common. But reading about it in textbooks and doing a physical examination are two different things. (I wasn’t speaking about doing an exam on you, Bella. That would be a conflict of interest and not to mention extremely distracting.) I cannot speak to the sensitivity issue as I have not had enough experience with the female areolae and nipples – except for yours of course, which are extraordinary and not the norm. If we’re being honest, I believe all of your features are exceptional.

If I may be so bold, I think about you everyday and every night – most thoughts are chaste – I can’t give you a precise ratio of chaste to sexual, especially when you write about your low-cut tank tops and blushing breasts. You have made quite an impression on me.

I especially love the dynamic of Bella being the more sexually aggressive of the two of them, but without coming off as superior to him or less geeky.

I agree about the hands-on experience. Your hands were perfect on my breasts, Edward, though I would never want to create a conflict of interest by your performing an exam on me. But, don’t you think it would be a little fun to play doctor? You know…before you actually become one, that is. Thank you for complimenting my blushing breasts. I assure you…my nipples have never been more flattered. My areolae are shy and refusing to comment. (However, they write about you in their journal every night).

And if I am being honest, you have a particular body part that was spectacularly, outstanding. Or spectacular when it stood out…prominently…generously. I’m very good with adjectives. (Lit major.) I could describe that particular part of you endlessly. Seriously, I could go on at great length. Just like your…well, you know.

This fic is only five chapters in, but it seems like its going to be a fun, happy, fic.

MF’er says: Not even gonna lie, from day one, I have been pimping this fic like it’s gonna get me paid. After Cosmo and Marvar sent us a teaser here at Fictionators and I read this line:

As far as not knowing what “got into you” that night, I hope you remember, um, that it was me. Right? ? I mean, I didn’t get it all the way in, but I can try harder next time. I really hope there will be a next time.

I was hooked. I ran to Twitter and everywhere else I could and was begging people to read with me (and I’ll keep doing it, too).

As the description says, the story starts after an intense night on Spring Break in Miami shared between our two protagonists, the lovably adorkable Edward Masen who is now suffering from chest pains (though, he’ll tell you he’s run all of the appropriate tests and can confirm that he’s fine) and the beautifully smelling young lady who’s a little naughty and a lot funny, Isabella Swan.

Immediately after you begin reading, you’ll find out that Edward has done some… unconventional things to track down his lost sweetheart in order to get to know her better, and he’s sending her an e-mail, asking her to get to know him.

I hope you don’t think me strange for emailing you like this, but I have this feeling I can’t explain. It’s like an ache in my chest. I had a cardiogram, which revealed no abnormalities. All follow up tests ruled out any type of medical condition. I also had a full battery of tests which proved me to be free from all sexually transmitted diseases. I hope this pleases you (My classmates and I used my dilemma as a learning opportunity during our lab).

Therefore, I have concluded that since this pain began the day you left me, it must be related somehow. I’m considering writing a paper about it.

So, Bella, please tell me you’ll correspond with me. Just try to get to know me.

Who could possibly turn down that kind of offer, right? What comes after that is a series of e-mails between these two characters. We get to look in while they get to know each other and eventually get glimpses into the night they met and what happened during their ‘encounter.’

I could quote so many sweet, adorable and hilarious lines for you, but I would keep you here reading for a while and it would be faster if you just went and read the story
instead. I promise you’ll laugh, swoon and fall just as hard for these characters as I have.

Go read and leave these girls some love in their boxes.

SnowWhiteHeart says: So, I’m going to start with an FYI: the prologue of Love In My Box will have you in stitches. Scratch that– the first LINES from this story will have you embarrassing yourself at your desk at work. In fact, you may need to resign if you read this there. (Please, please read the subject line).

From: Edward Masen
To: Isabella Swan
Re: Recent sexual encounter

Dear Bella,

I hope you are indeed the same Isabella Swan I met in Miami on March 12. If you aren’t, I apologize and you may delete this message forthwith.

If you are indeed her, I pray that you are well.

What is the weather like in Berkeley? Never mind, I can Google it. I don’t know why I’m asking inane questions when I really just want to know if we could start communicating with each other.

After you left, you know, that morning, I’ve thought about you. I wanted to find you, but all I knew was your name and what college you went to. I had to do quite a bit of investigation to find you. Luckily I’m well versed in Berkeley’s computer operating system. A few clicks, a buffer overflow, and a backdoor, and there you were. Incidentally, your ID photo is quite flattering.

Holy crap, that’s how you start a story. Love in My Box begins as a series of emails between Edward and Bella, who had a one-night-stand on Spring Break. Clearly, these two are not used to random hookups, as evidenced by their hilariously awkward electronic interactions.

To answer your question – I picked you because you are the loveliest woman I had ever seen. Period. The other women in the bar were faceless. . .nameless. . . non-existent. You shone like a bright star across my universe. I hope that wasn’t too corny. My thoughts may be trite, but they are completely sincere.

As you know, I don’t really have a “suave” way of speaking to women. That’s one of the reasons why I spend so much time alone. My ex-girlfriend said I didn’t have any ‘game’ (among other things) when she broke up with me. After I realized that she wasn’t talking about soccer, I consulted the Urban Dictionary online and realized that she was correct. I don’t have ‘game.’

How cute is this Edward? He slays me. He’s so clueless and completely candid– love it. For the first few chapters, you’re piecing together their night in Miami from context clues, and then, recently, the lovely authors of this story gave us a little first-person perspective that was very enlightening.

“Brown hair, Bambi eyes, rocking body -three ‘o clock. Shit, she just glanced at you Edward, you might have a shot,” my best friend Emmett speaks with a touch of incredulity in his voice.

Emmett means well but his taste in women is suspect. After all, he introduced me to Jessica.

“I can find my own women, thank you,” I huff and look in the opposite direction. I take a swig of the swill the barkeep is calling wine these days.

“Jesus, Ed, can you order a more manly drink? Like a pina colada or something? The chicks are going to think you’re playing for the wrong team,” he mutters over his yard of beer. It is quite literally a yard. How do people drink this much?

“Emmett, you know I’m not much of a drinker. I don’t like to lose control of my faculties.”

But, as we already know, Edward did indeed lose his faculties. And his pants.

Anyways, this story is a real treat because of its unique format and adorable Edward, so read it and subscribe to it, and you’ll get plenty of Love in your Box.

Kassiah says: Well what else can I say? Everyone already took my favorite quotes lol. I just want to add that I’ve been on the Marvar and Cosmo bandwagons for quite some time, and I am thrilled that they’ve joined forces to write this story. It’s one of my favorites–definitely a must read!

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18
Mar

Acting Out by EroticFan

March 18, 2010 by · 1 Comment

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4711015/1/Acting_Out
http://twilighted.net/viewstory.php?sid=1635
Word Count: 134,761


Official Description: AU-human: Edward, Bella and Jake are juniors in Forks. Very NC-17 with Edward and Jake both bi, but not PWP – there’s plot, angst, humor and romance as these messed-up kids figure out their three-way relationship. You’ll like Jake here – trust me!

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Chicklette says: A while ago a friend of mine pointed me in the direction of Acting Out by eroticfan. I gave it a peek but I was hesitant. An ExBxJacob fic? I don’t think so. But FarDareisMai2 gave it such a glowing recommendation, that I thought, okay, I could at least read the first chapter. Now, I’m not gonna lie – I started this one night and read until I fell asleep with the laptop on my lap. I went to bed, got up, called in sick, and finished reading.

Eroticfan drew me in on the first page, setting the scene with an Edward that I hadn’t read before. Sure, he’s cocky and arrogant, all skinny jeans, guyliner and manwhore ways. But this Edward isn’t just bored and beautiful. He’s also fantasizing about Jasper, who is his sister’s boyfriend, and his best friend. Mmm.

And then he notices new girl Bella Swan, who is beautiful and intriguing in her mystery. In classic player style, he decides he wants her and begins to pursue her. But will she be the easy conquest he desires? Maybe not.

I hadn’t read a Bella quite like this before. She owns her sexuality, yet she retains an innocence, a quality of having grown up too fast and knowing it. Throughout the first few chapters, the author does a great job of dropping hints about Edward and Bella’s pasts and building up some mystery, which, I promise you, comes to a really satisfying conclusion.

Jacob is introduced, and he plays a big role in both Bella and Edward’s lives, both separately and together. The summary is right – you will love Jacob in this story.

Where Eroticfan excels is in her ability to show us the childish vulnerability of these kids, while also showing their world-weariness. She illustrates their complicated relationships with their parents, their siblings and their friends, all within the context of growing and not quite fitting in.

It’s that vulnerability that gives this story heart. Eroticfan traverses the space from some of the most amazing lemons ever, to heartbreaking and sincere emotion with an ease I’ve yet to see rivaled:

I set him to rights again as he did for me, then stand and he pulls me to him, holding me in his arms so tightly, rocking to and fro. He holds my face and kisses me and I feel wetness. I touch his cheek and feel the tracks of tears.

“Edward, you’re…”

“Kiss me…” And I do. It’s soft now, gentle and no tongues, and his lips are on my neck, and at my ear.

“Let me carry your books and hold your hand Bella.”

“Yes.” I whisper it into his mouth.

Oh Edward. What the fuck are we doing?

I’ve read this story a dozen times by now. It never fails to pull me in, so that I’m lost in the world the author weaves for us, one of heartbreak and emotion, of the tenderness of new love, and the trembling, misguided steps that teenagers take when blooming from children into adults. Give it a shot – you won’t be disappointed.

AmeryMarie says: With a cocky, obviously bi, Edward, Acting Out intrigued me from the start. Well, that and because Eroticfan had me laughing…and thinking of Stewie from Family Guy (love that cartoon so fecking much), by the second sentence.

So I’m sitting in the lunchroom, bored out of my mind, surveying the crowd. Had him, had her, had her, had him (makes cute noises when he comes). Really I’ve almost exhausted all the acceptable possibilities in this backwater.

Bored bored bored. I stretch languidly and decide to tease Jazz, just to pass the time. I like teasing Jazz. Want to do more than just tease him, but these days he always draws the line. And he is my best friend – not that that ever stopped me.

I reach out and massage the nape of his neck, above his Strokes T-shirt and below his curling fair hair. He lets me touch him for a moment, arching back into my hand. Hot – he’s almost got me going there. Then he twists gently away, shooting me a sidelong look and shaking his head disapprovingly. Cocktease.

“Hands to yourself, Edward,” he reminds me.

Yeah yeah, I’d promised. “What? You just looked a bit tense there Jazz. Pining for Alice? I’d be happy to tide you over…” I grin suggestively, putting my head down as I stare at him from under my eyelashes and make licking motions with my tongue. Yes kiddies, it’s the Jazz and Edward show.

Acting Out is an Edward/Bella/Jake story, which I didn’t really know until I was already committed to it. I will admit, that I almost didn’t read this fic, because I had a hard time getting over the description of Edward, and I didn’t even know what the term slash meant when I first stumbled on it. I think it may have actually been the first slashy/threesome thing I ever read in the fandom but, despite my doubts, I ended up really liking it.

I love that it is so much more than just pwp. Although it is hot, this story is really the tale of three kids from different backgrounds, each of them with their own problems, forming a bond and helping each other navigate the turbulent waters of adolescence. It’s less about kinky sex, than it is about exploring your sexuality and learning what it means to love. They go through some bad times, they argue, they fight, they make bad choices but, in the end, they always come through for each other.

Each of them saves each of the others – whether literally, or figuratively, or both – and they are all better for it. But, alas, it wasn’t meant to last…or was it…and Jake leaves. They grow up, Bella and Edward get married, years pass, and the story ends with a visit from an old friend…and the promise of a happy future. It is really a sweet tale, just one a bit left of center.

The writing has its technical flaws, and there are spots that could use a betaing, but I can’t think of a fic out there without errors, my own included. Regardless, I never really found the grammatical/punctuation errors to be very distracting. Stylistically, I loved it. It has a flow and a voice all its own that you can’t help but get lost in, and it contains some of the best lemons I have read in the fandom. They are graphic in a way that’s tasteful, and dream-like in a very in-the-moment kind of way, if that makes sense?

Don’t take my word for it. Give it a read and see for yourself.

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18
Mar

The Weight of Words by GeorgeyGirl

March 18, 2010 by · Leave a Comment

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5463683/1/The_Weight_of_Words


Official Description: Bella is in the final months as an undergrad student at U of T. When she meets the PhD candidate who will be the TA of her senior Shakespeare course, her world is turned on end . What do you do when the only man you want is the one you can’t have?

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ECYesPlease says: First of all, my thanks goes to ninapolitan for telling me about The Weight of Words. Her recs are always solid so I jumped into chapter 1 that very day she mentioned TWoW and I was completely sucked in. I love a forbidden love story and georgeygirl does an incredible job portraying her characters. Bella is a few months shy of her college graduation and Edward is the TA of her Shakespeare course. He has a bit of a mysterious past and this position is very significant to him. It’s his second chance after a very unfortunate situation interrupted his life. Bella is very witty and smart. Her inner thoughts totally crack me up. I love her. She handles herself very well on the outside…yet she’ll be thinking something like: “There was just something about him that spoke directly to my girly bits, you know?” (from chapter 4). I promise you’ll adore this Bella. I know I do.

Moving on to Dr. Hobo, as Bella kindly refers to Edward in her head. This poor guy is so torn and at a constant battle with himself. He’ll say one thing and do the complete opposite because he can’t help himself. He’s scruffy and always mussed up, but he has his reasons and you’ll find it funny. Bella and Edward use Shakespeare as a sort of communication between each other and UNF, I love it. Don’t let that make you think Edward is all girly, he’s not. He’s a total guy and that’s what I love about him the most….and he definitely knows how to push Bella’s buttons without even touching her. He also has a serious case of paranoia which is very understandable considering their circumstances. It’s the perfect recipe for some incredibly strong UST as they try to function around each other…while literally counting down the days to graduation. There are the some bumps in the road that happen when they react irrationally. They’re both in an extremely frustrating situation and each carry different weights on their shoulders…but they know that their potential together is worth it.

Considering all the secondary characters as well, I think they are wonderfully balanced. We get a lot of Edward and Bella with the perfect amount of scenes with the other people in their lives. The way they are connected is unique and refreshing. You’ll love Jake as Bella’s best friend and one of her roommates. They are very close, which only stirs Edward’s jealous side even more. Rosalie is absolutely hilarious. Everyone has their place in the plot, but they’re not overwhelming.

Now prepare yourselves…soon you’ll all be signing up for snooker lessons from Edward….and you’ll wish he would sext you in the library (I do). You’ll melt if Edward and Bella’s hands happen to brush against each other. I’m telling you, the UST is so strong.

Now hop to it! But take your time as you read so you can make it last longer. When I first started reading, Georgeygirl actually sent me a review reply and told me to slow down. LOL. Another bonus is that she seems to have a regular updating schedule, it’s been every Sunday since I started reading.

Enjoy and leave gg some love!

AmeryMarie says: I love the Bard. Love him. However, I understand that he is not accessible for everyone, but the way Georgeygirl uses him in this story makes it hard to believe that. The girl has a seriously impressive grasp of his work, and the way she employs the use of not only the general themes, but also specific scenes and dialogue, proves it. To make me feel like even more of an uneducated, dilettante, she does all of it without being pretentious. Basically, to me, she is that girl that you really want to hate for being so perfect, but she is just too freaking nice to do so…which kinda makes you want to even more. Yeah. I mean that in the best possible way, btw.

This is a B/E fic. Bella is in college, and Edward is the gorgeous T.A. for her Topics in Shakespeare class. A whole handful of complications, misunderstandings, misfortune and bad luck – the kinds of things you would see in one of Bill’s comedies, but without the cross-dressing – and they confess their attraction for one another.

Because T.A.’s, just like professors, aren’t allowed to fraternize with students, it’s got that forbidden, teacher/student thing going for it, only without the squickiness of Bella being involved with an older man whose also an authority figure. Complicating matters even more, is an incident in Edward’s not so distant past that makes getting involved, or even the suspicion of being involved with a student in any way, extremely injurious to his academic and future professional careers. Of course, they can’t stay away from each other, and so begin a clandestine non-affair. Yeah, ‘cause they aren’t getting it on, despite all they are risking. Edward and his damn morals.

The cloak and dagger nature of their relationship combined with the uncertainty that comes with any fledgling relationships and poor communication causes the misunderstandings to keep coming, but Georgeygirl doesn’t drag that shit out unnecessarily. I have no clue where this story is going to go, or how much longer until it’s finished but, as of this moment, I feel comfortable telling you to give it a read.

MF’er says: I could just kiss ninapolitan for her recommendation of TWoW! I believe there were panties and several unf’s mentioned in regards to this Edward and of course, who isn’t going to jump right on an unfy Edward? And oh, boy, was she right… Let me give you some hints: library, text messages and a motherfucking ‘V’ – if that doesn’t get you, I believe that ECYesPlease and AmeryMarie have both given you ample reasons to go read, so what the heck are you waiting for? :)

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17
Mar

A Song With No Words by Kyrene Once Blood Roses

March 17, 2010 by · Leave a Comment

A Song With No Words
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5489568/1/A_Song_With_No_Words
http://twilighted.net/viewstory.php?sid=8789
Word Count: 10,917


Official Description: At the lugubrious summer house by the obnoxious blue lake, they find the words to a song long lost. Part One-Edward: “Oh, no. No white rabbits for me, little vampire man. You’re the only Alice in this story.”

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AmeryMarie says:

“Ding dong.”

The window is open.

“Ding dong.”

I have no idea why the window is open.

“Ding dong.”

It’s been open since I got here.

“Ding ding dong.”

It never closes.

(Her window is always open. It never closes. Not to me, never to me. I climb up the tree that brings me closer, knowing she is always waiting for me)

Thus begins Kyrene’s fic, A Song With No Words. It’s like dropping a hit of acid, eating magic mushrooms…or wandering through the looking glass – it’s instantly intriguing. The initial ‘WTF?’ just lures you in and, before you know it, you’re tumbling headfirst down the rabbit hole. (For me, the fact that it reminds me of my favorite e.e. cummings poem, Anyone Lived In A Pretty How Town, didn’t hurt its chances of securing my attention.)

The delirious-seeming ramblings of Edward – or is he Anthony? – leave you falling farther down the dark and fathomless well. The clocks ticking in your ears, drawing closer and then falling farther away in a game of advance and retreat, causing time to feel irrelevant. Clocks brush, gossamer-like, against you, but every time you reach for them, you are left grasping air.

Stop talking. Ignore her. Leave.

“Edwaaaaard.”

Alice is in a mood today. There will be no escaping.

There never is.

I want to ignore her. I want to sleep.

Just shut the window.

I can’t.

My eyes meet her stormy blues. She smirks. “I’ve seen your mother. She gets paler by the day. You feed off her, Edward. You should be careful. Soon there will be nothing left.”

I remember brown eyes filled with tears.

“I don’t know what else to give you, Edward. I just… There’s nothing left. I just don’t know what to do.”

They fall like liquid betrayal down her flushed cheeks.

“I just…God! Where are you? Who are you?!”

I blink and look back up at the window.

You keep hoping for answers, you can feel them there in the hazy dark just waiting to be discovered, but the questions continue to pile up.

What happened to Edward/Anthony?

What did he do?

What happened to the brown-eyed girl?

And his father?

What is going on?

And who the fuck is Alice?!!

Finally at the bottom, fully entrenched in Wonderland, you continue to be taunted by flashes of the past and present that come in seemingly no chronological order. You try to separate fact from fiction, but you’re unsure what is reality and what is not. The answers are so close you can almost taste them.

Wandering through the strange, new land looking for answers, you aren’t sure if you’re getting anywhere at all.

And still you wonder, who the fuck is Alice?

Towards the end of the street fair stands a group of blonde girls. Strawberry, white, straw, and golden blondes with long limbs and perfectly manicured nails. They are the type who would never even bat an eyelash my way. (Maybe for Anthony they would). They have the walk of queens and probably the same amount of money.

None compare to the one. My ‘beautiful swan’.

Not yours, not yours, not yours.

The one with the golden blond hair smiles at a tall man with pale eyes who leers her way and wraps his arm tightly, possessively, around her.

We continue to walk.

The buildings around us become older and the sky darkens. The people go from bright and beautiful to dark and grungy.

The boys that Anthony used to hang out with would have come here for pot or, if they were feeling daring, to score something stronger.

A man sits on a stoop next to a small dark haired woman. He has long, greasy blonde hair and his eyes are hollow. Dark bags underneath only seem darker alongside the paleness of his skin and the golden color of his eyes.

The dark woman next to him hangs off his arm but his eyes are on us. They soften when they see Alice before trailing down to where her wrist is grabbing onto mine and I fight the urge to pull away.

He smirks.

We continue to walk.

Curiouser, and curiouser.

Fearlessly, Alice enters and we pass by a series of homeless bodies and junkies who barely flutter an eyelash at us. She takes me farther and farther up never-ending stairs until she gets to the end.

Opening the door, we walk outside.

No one is on the roof.

Alice lets go of my wrist and walks forward. She twirls once, twice, three times before taking off her hat and sitting on the edge of the building. She straddles the raised edge, unafraid as usual.

Stop, I want to say. This is the real world. You can’t go straddling and cartwheeling and walking on these edges.

Instead I shove my hands in my pocket and awkwardly stand beside her.

“What are we doing here?” I speak for the first time since we left my house.

“Leaving Wonderland, Edward.” She reaches for my hand and for some reason I give it. Her blue eyes stare into mine. Knowing and expecting. Of what?

She pulls on my hand and I walk closer.

She’s insane. She wants you to jump.

I shake the thoughts away.

We stand there for what seems like hours. The building is so high up I swear I can feel the clouds and the warm wind is getting more and more violent and I am just so very tired.

I make a decision.

What will Edward/Anthony decide?

Will you ever discover who Alice is?

I’ll never tell. You’ll have to go read it for yourself.

In a fandom where many stories seem very manufactured and fill-in-the-blank, Kyrene’s blends AH/AU Twilight characters with elements of Alice In Wonderland, and achieves unique and refreshing results. This ephemeral story wraps around you like opium-laced smoke from the caterpillar’s hookah, until you are helpless to your desire to find out how it ends. I am fairly confident that you won’t regret giving this fic a chance; Kyrene has crafted a real work of art.

Go read it, and leave her some love.

A Song With No Words was suggested to me by my dear friend, Goldenmeadow. It is the first in a four part series of connected, but not inter-related, one shots. I can’t wait to see what she comes up with for the remaining three o/s’s.

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11
Mar

Nicknames and Rumors by SuitablyIronicMoniker

March 11, 2010 by · 1 Comment

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5677882/1/Nicknames_and_Rumors


Official Description: Small towns are notorious for their gossip & while Bella does her best to ignore it, it doesn’t take long before she’s the subject…AH/AU Canon couples.

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saranic says: Do you ever just need a story that contains a sweet and lighter story line? I know that I am a habitual angst reader. I prefer it; I live for that ache when the characters are dealing with melancholy times in their lives. I love it even more when it feels like my heart is going to break and then I am left thinking about it after I have read and digested the latest chapter. I have no idea why I love it, I just do. Sometimes, though, I just need a break from it, I need some time to let my brain clear up from feeling so heavy. I was doing a fic dive where I look at other people’s favorites a couple of weeks ago and came across the story Nicknames and Rumors. It had a low review count, which is another factor I look for lately, and I started reading the first chapter and didn’t stop until I was all caught up.

Nicknames and Rumors is a high school fic with a super sweet Bella. She truly is one of a few Bellas I have read that is just all around sweet, sarcastic, funny, and doesn’t want to stir up any drama. She is new to Forks after coming to live with Charlie. Bella is befriended by Jessica and quickly adopted into their group of friends. Bella quickly realizes that the small town of Forks is all about rumors, especially when it comes to the Cullens and the Hales. Bella doesn’t follow the rumors; she feels that everyone deserves to not be judged from what someone else has said. As she adapts to the new town and school, she has fun with her new group of friends. It isn’t one of those stories where you hate Jessica or Mike. I actually like the secondary characters of Nicknames and Rumors.

Bella, of course, meets Edward and he is one broody guy. He obviously has socialization issues and tends to treat Bella rather poorly at first. She feels as if he hates her, like canon Bella and Edward. But, as time goes on, they develop a friendship. Bella also is befriended by Alice which also helps Bella become closer with Edward. As high school goes, though, there are plenty of rumors involving Bella and Edward. As much as Bella doesn’t care for being the center of these rumors, she doesn’t let it bring her down. Edward has turned out to be a sweet guy with her, as you read you find out how one rumor can cloud your perception of someone else.

Nicknames and Rumors is a funny and sweet story. I have enjoyed reading it very much; it is my time away from so much drama. Suitablyironicmoniker has done a good job of making this story fun and easy to read. She updates frequently, which is always a plus too.

AmeryMarie says: I found this fic by accident when it was only a few chapters in. Okay, to be honest I was dumpster diving on ffn in order to avoid doing anything that could be even remotely construed as productive, but whatever. The story was only a couple of chapters in and had the paltriest amount of reviews ever, which rather angered me. It became a personal mission of mine that this fic get the recognition that it deserves, and I started mentioning it to everyone I know, rec’d it on my thread at Twi’d, and in my last update.

I can’t—nor would I ever presume to—take credit for the increase in reviews, but I was thrilled for her when they finally began to; I just adore this story.

I like angst. A lot. I like to read it and am virtually incapable of writing anything but…even when I try. On occasion, if it’s not too syrupy sweet, I will read fluffy/happy fic, and this story is currently my go to ‘makes me smile’ story for so many reasons.

It’s a simple story—no complicated story arcs, crazy plotlines, or forced fuckery for fuckery’s sake—that I find to be realistic and relatable. It captures so much of what I remember from my high school/teenage years—the uncertainty about…well, everything, trying to find a sense of self while navigating your way through the hell that is teenage girl drama, the highs and lows of a first relationship, making out and starting to experiment sexually. The making out and experimenting was the only part I would care to repeat, truthfully, but it’s still entertaining to watch Bella go through it all.

Normally, I would find a fic of this nature to be as enjoyable as reading the poetry of a teenage girl, because that is most likely what it would be. Suitablyironicmoniker avoids all the purple prose, oh-woe-is-me, it’s-just-so-hard pitfalls, and actually manages to write a believable, likable Bella, something that seems to be pretty hard to do. She is so levelheaded and grounded, but in a totally age appropriate way, because she’s not above acting like an irrational, emotional girl on occasion.

I completely commend SIM for choosing to write this entirely in Bella’s point of view. This is Bella’s story, and she owns it entirely. Never once have I find myself giving a fuck what Edward’s point of view would be. I probably would have flounced had she chosen to include other POV’s.

While the story is not entirely drama free, the little bit that is there does not feel elaborate or contrived in any way, isn’t dragged out unnecessarily, and it only goes to further my love for this Bella. She is just so fucking unsure, and has no one to help her find her way through the maze; I just want to hug her or be her big sister.

If you aren’t reading this fic, do. I don’t know if it’s possible to dislike it, but if you really hate it, feel free to spam me regarding your disappointment. Unless this story goes completely off track and takes a left onto What-the-Eff Way, I feel safe saying that I don’t think I will regret my decision to recommend it. (And, apropos of nothing, can I tell you how much I lol every time I see the authors penname? Lots.)

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