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Edward’s fall from grace destroyed not only his life, but the lives of those he loved the most. When he passes out teetering on the edge of total destruction and wakes up 17 again, how many times will he have to repeat the same day to set things right?
Bella has a secret. But how long can she really keep it in the closet? A sexy little story with humor and drama. ExB, AH, and OOC. Rated M dirty language and content of a sexual nature.
Kass told me to read this one, and as usual, she always knows just what I like. It’s perfect, so fucking perfect. Like ‘give me a minute to take a cold shower, and cool down’ perfect.
If you’re looking for a smooth talking Edward, an Edward that will make you giggle, flush, and wish he was yours to keep, look no further.
“I like your hair down,” he whispers, reaching behind me and locking the door. “And since I can’t see it spread across my pillow,” he continues, reaching up and grabbing it at the nape of my neck, “I’ll have to settle for feeling it between my fingers.”
And I whimper.
His words make me fucking whimper.
Oh, Bella. His words make me whimper too.
And what about this?
I can’t help but notice Edward is writing something on the pad. I look up at him, and he smiles.
It’s almost sweet, playful. And then he looks back down at the pad. Following his eyes, I look at the pad. And there in relatively big, block letters are the words, “I CAN STILL TASTE YOUR PUSSY ON MY TONGUE.”
I can’t help the small gasp that escapes my lips, and I lift my eyes to meet his. And he is fucking smirking. His eyes are teasing, and I wonder if he can see the flush on my face. And even more than that, I wonder if I’m flushing from anger or arousal. It pisses me off that I know that it’s both.
He looks down and writes something else. And even though I know I shouldn’t – even though I know I should be furious for what he’s already written on that piece of paper – I look. I can’t help it.
“YOU’RE FUCKING DELICIOUS.”
My eyes widen, and my whole body warms…tingles. I feel a rush of wetness between my legs, and I curse myself for letting him affect me this way. At work. In front of my boss. Looking over at him, I mouth the words, “Fuck you.”
And without missing a beat, he mouths back, “Please.”
Dies.
Each chapter just gets better and better. The last chapter? Yeah. *swoons*
You with out a doubt want to read this one. It’s sexy, funny, sweet, and like I said at the beginning, perfect. You’ll be able to read it quickly, you’ll fall in love with them, and then you’ll want to read it again.
Trust me.
GOD. I don’t know what else to say about this, other than you’re seriously, seriously missing out if you don’t read it. It’s hot. It’s sweet. It’s angsty. It’s funny. It’s dramatic. It’s unexpected. It’s swoonworthy.
You might start reading this story, thinking it’s like any other officesque fic cliche, but you’d be wrong. Oh, there’s fucking in the supply closet. There’s the anxiety over what would happen if they get caught. There’s the drama of one of them trying to call it off. But there’s also sweetness and vulnerability that is displayed by both of their characters that surprised me.
“You will let me in,” he says. “I will stand out here all night if I have to. I’ll fucking pound on your door until you open it. Now open the door, Bella. Please.“
One of the things that I love the most about this fic, besides how fucking HOT it is, is that this Edward doesn’t take Bella’s shit. She might want to play the victim for a brief moment, but he doesn’t let her.
I love that.
I also love what happens in Carlisle’s office. Both times.
I cannot say enough about this. It’s a quick read, and it’s amazing. You really have to read it. xo
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Official Description: It’s always difficult searching for where you belong. An entry for the Fun With Your Clothes On o/s contest.
Word Count: 10,602
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Finding My Place is one of those stories that instantly captures your heart, and stays with you. I’ve lost count of how many stories, both multi-chaptered and o/s, that I’ve read. What I can count, is the stories that I’ve read over and over again, the ones that never get old and continue to make me smile. This definitely falls into the latter category.
The Bella in this o/s is so normal, for lack of a better word. I don’t know one person who hasn’t felt like her at some point. She’s not unhappy, but not happy either. She doesn’t really feel like she belongs anywhere.
When the Cullen’s move to town, at first nothing is different in Bella’s life. Until one night a surprise encounter changes everything.
I was lying so close to Edward that I could feel the heat coming off of him, even through the layers of his thin coat and mine, and the goosebumps that had appeared on my flesh when he’d first lain down had not dissipated yet.
As we lay there listening to the music, exchanging looks every now and then, the evening passed us by, and for the first time since moving here, I didn’t feel so alone.
The way this relationship builds in such a short time is nothing short of perfection. antiaol’s writing has a way of transporting you into the story. Not only does this do that, it also leaves you reminiscing about the time in your life when every touch, and every look was new.
I didn’t expect how everything seemed to slow, how his movements against my hand seemed to electrify, erupting goosebumps on my skin. I didn’t expect to feel his breath in my face, sweet and minty from the gum he’d been chewing. I didn’t expect him to whisper my name before his lips touched mine, and I most certainly didn’t expect to have my breath stolen from me as soon as my mouth came in contact with another.
I also didn’t expect my reaction to it, my fingers releasing from his as they immediately went to his neck, attaching him to me as his hands went around my waist. As our lips learned each other he turned and rolled us, pulling me to lay flat on top of him, my hands still lost in his hair.
If I could have copy and pasted every line into this rec, I would have. I just couldn’t ruin the ending for those of you who haven’t read it. Without a doubt it will leave you with an awwwww feeling. If you haven’t already, click that link at the top and read it now. You don’t want to miss out.
Official Description: “I’d never been one of those women who found foreign accents sexy until I met Edward. Now, even plaid made me horny.” Bella is in love with her best friend, Scottish expat Edward, and she’ll do anything for him. Anything. AH. E/B.
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When Kassiah asked me to write a guest review for CTtR, I have to admit I was kind of spooked. You see, I was literally in the middle of writing an email where I was mentioning mac214 (good things, of course). Fandom ESP? Or are we all just attuned to each other in this fandom?
If there were such thing as Fandom ESP, I’d tell you to read my mind right now. But since there isn’t, I’ll take the time to explain what I’m thinking…
CTtR is a humor/romance written by mac214, and like many other readers, I clicked on the story already knowing it was going to be great. Mac never disappoints with her writing. (Yes, that is a fact. I will duel you at high noon if you think otherwise.) The summary for CTtR is as follows: Bella is in love with her best friend, Scottish expat Edward, and she’ll do anything for him. Anything. And by ‘anything’, mac means that Bella will even marry the guy so that he can legally stay in the United States. Sounds peachy, I hear you say. Well, it is and it isn’t. The voice inside Bella’s head keeps reminding her that this is a case of unrequited love; Edward even has a hot Brazilian girlfriend named Senna! And then there’s also the risk of friends, family, and the authorities finding out the marriage is a hoax!
Here is an excerpt from the first chapter that showcases mac’s non-disappointing writing:
“He droned on and on about those stupid beignets, but I hung on every word. That accent. Holy crap. I’d never really been one of those women who found foreign accents sexy until I met Edward. Now, Sean Connery gave me the tingles in inappropriate places because he reminded me of Edward. I couldn’t watch Braveheart without masturbating every twenty minutes. Plaid made me horny.”
Hilarious.
For those of you who are still nervous about a Scottish Edward despite what I have just quoted, I have two words for you: Bonny Knob. BK is what you’ll find if you look up Edward’s kilt. No longer do I associate plaid with my high school uniform, or someone hitting Britney one more time. Edward also happens to be absolutely adorable – he’s loyal to Bella, and his accent is incredibly charming. You must read this story and acquaint yourself with him. If you don’t, Mel Gibson will probably rant at you, because let’s face it, he probably peaked with Braveheart and I don’t think he has anything better to do.
Here’s an excerpt from the wedding:
“Maybe Edward was a good actor; he’d been doing way better than me in terms of acting loving and interested in public. In that moment as I was walking down the aisle of that church, he even had me fooled. He looked… awed. I couldn’t explain it any other way. The smile on his face was almost triumphant, and I had to restrain myself from sprinting to reach him.”
Heartclench.
I mentioned before that Bella has a voice in her head. Also known as Madge, Bella’s voice of reason is a character in itself. Just so you know, the voice in my head is pointing out that I’ve threatened potential readers twice and quoted a passage on masturbation in an effort to get you to read this story. I just don’t want you to miss out, that’s all. Romance usually comes in the form of declarations of love, followed by a wedding. Here, it is the other way around.
For those of you not familiar with my work, I write humor. CTtR is my go-to story for when I want to read humor. So, please, join Clan Cock and share the Scottish Edward love! If you don’t, I’ll be waiting for you at high noon, with Mel Gibson and Britney Spears in tow.
But that’s a shotgun wedding for another time.
For the record, I totally just read belladonna’s mind, and woo-boy, I thought I was a pervert. 
Now on to serious business: Coming Through the Rye. Seriously, I kept seeing this story mentioned on Twitter, and like always, I’m disappointed that I didn’t start it sooner.
Bella is funny, a bit shy, kind of a tomboy… and she’s in love with her best friend. Hopelessly in love with him.
I was the best friend, the idiot who served as his keeper of secrets, designated driver, and rugby compatriot. I wanted him to love me; oh, he told me he did often enough, but the drunken, slurred confessions just served to depress me since it was brotherly love, completely devoid of any romantic notions. I really wanted him to see me as a woman – one that loved every part of him, from his stupid-looking, knobby knees to the tips of his unruly red hair.
Bella soon learns that her best friend, the man she loves, is facing deportation back to his home country of Scotland… and somehow she gets introduced as a possible helper for him to stay in the country.
“Act like I’m in love with you?” My voice sounded unnaturally high to me, and I attempted to modulate it down to the point where dogs around the neighborhood wouldn’t be howling at the sound. “That’s a laugh! I’m far too good for you.”
“What? What’s nae tae love? My charm an’ wit are legend, lass, and don’t forget it!
Once the decision is made, their journey toward marriage and the aftermath of what they’ve done leads Edward to discover feelings he never knew he had before. Even a little bit of jealousy.
“Ye cannae go oot wi’ Brady,” Edward said, completely dodging my request. He stood and stomped over to the table, pointing in my face. “Ye havenae the foggiest whit yer getting yerself intae.”
I didn’t know what I was more pissed off about – that he didn’t pick up his nasty ass fingernails or that he was lecturing me about who I could date. “And you do? You met the guy once.”
“Weel, sae did ye. An’ noo yer practically throwing yerself at him. Are ye nae worried about yer reputation, lass? Yer a marrit wifie!”
Whoa, what? Even Madge was rendered speechless, although she was sputtering and getting ready to throw down on my behalf, something I never thought I’d see.
I narrowed my eyes and swatted his hand away from me. “Excuse me?”
“Ye cannae date, Bella. It juist wouldnae be proper!”
It’s incredibly sweet (and a little bit heartbreaking). But, the story is fantastic. There is an excellent cast of characters in this story that you can’t help but love. Between Bella and her crazy inner voice (who she’s named Madge) that will crack you up and Edward (or Ryeward, as we’ve so lovingly named him) and his boaby, I’m very sure you will love it just as much as I do.
So what are you waiting for? Go read!
I had been told to read Coming Through the Rye by more than one person, and each time I made sure it was on my to-be-read list and moved on. If I had known what a fuckawesome fic I was missing out on, I wouldn’t have kept putting it off.
Normally it’s all about the Edward for me, and this one did not disappoint. But I have to admit, I love Bella too. She’s strong and sexy, and not afraid to push for what she wants.
I was captivated from the first chapter. How could you not love this:
He droned on and on about those stupid beignets, but I hung on every word. That accent. Holy crap. I’d never really been one of those women who found foreign accents sexy until I met Edward. Now, Sean Connery gave me the tingles in inappropriate places because he reminded me of Edward. I couldn’t watch Braveheart without masturbating every twenty minutes. Plaid made me horny.
If you aren’t already reading, you should be. Give Mac214 some love.
IDK why I didn’t read this fic sooner. Actually, I think it had something to do with manips of Rob in a kilt. Manips squick me like nobody’s business. Silly reason for not jumping into a great story, though, right? So I make my apologies to the fic gods (or would they be little demons?) and come here to tell you how much I’m enjoying Coming Through the Rye!
This Bella starts off as a little…odd. She’s obsessed with her best friend. While she’s an intelligent, successful woman, she also has an inner voice with a particularly strong influence on her life…who she’s even named. And in the beginning, Bella’s love sickness is in the extreme – so much so that she’s constantly using humor and sarcasm to hide her true self and feelings from the man who’s supposed to be her best friend.
That was rough for me, BUT it doesn’t take long for her to push through her own doubts and show the readers just how determined she is to make Edward truly see her, even when she’s unsure how it will all turn out. I liked that a lot. I was really crossing my fingers that Bella would pull through and not be the woe-is-me type through the whole story, and she’s definitely not. She can hang with the boys, drink like a champ, and she loves sports. Now that is my kind of girl =)
But I digress. Let’s get to the big focus. All of Bella’s silly doubts revolve around Ryeward. Let me tell you, even though he can be a real ass at times, he is YUM. Readers quickly learn why Bella is in love with him. He’s just so…dude-ish. He makes you roll your eyes as you consider his superficial relationship with the fake-boobed, hairy-bushed (yes, you read that correctly) girlfriend, but in the next minute, he’ll do or say something so sweet or sexy that you’ll forget why you were grumbling at his dumb butt in the first place.
The fact of the matter is, this is an Edward/Bella love story. There are roadblocks and stumbling points, and they have to weed through a lot of the muck in their lives, but they make their way closer to one another, one step at a time. Sure they do it backward by getting married to secure Edward’s visa, then realizing the feelings that have been culminating between them for two years, but that’s part of the fun.
Mac214 obviously has a great sense of humor, and she uses it to make these characters fun and lovable. Emmett is a charmer, his Rosie is sweet and sassy, toss in a couple of OCs to play Emmett’s Scottish parents, and the supporting cast in this fic is just as fun to read as our favorite couple. And did I mention that Jasper writes Westerns and Edward seems to have a fanboy crush on him? *geeks out a little*
mac214 is one of those authors who can write anything and is hardly recognized for her amazing talent. Realistic drama, super hot smut, hilarious humor, and one of the best darkwards I’ve ever encountered–the girl’s a genius. So it’s no surprise that I love Coming through the Rye.
I don’t know what I could possibly add to the reviews already given by everyone, but I do want to tell you that you are seriously missing out if you don’t give this fic a chance. I do also want to say that getting in to Edward’s accent take a little getting used to, but I just think about William Wallace a bit and it’s all good.
This is one of my favorite parts. Bella and Edward are talking about the interview questions they’ll be asked by the immigration services:
I nodded my head and pointed to the question. “I… well, why don’t we start by just saying what our favorite position actually is… you know, individually?” Inside I was laughing maniacally. This was going exactly as I thought it would, discussion of my dead parents notwithstanding. Luckily, I was naturally awkward enough for all of this to come off as if I was just as uncomfortable as he was.
Edward’s face turned pink, and he abruptly released my hand to take another bite of his bagel. He nodded and pointed to me as he chewed. “Ye firscht.”
I chuckled quietly and tried not to stutter. “Well, okay. I… like doggy style.”
His eyes just about bugged out of his head, and he swallowed convulsively. “I, uh, I like that one tae.”
“I guess we have our favorite sexual position then. How many times per week do we have sex?”
“How often would ye want tae?”
“Um, well, we’re newlyweds… I’d say every night at least once.” Hell, if Edward and I were actually doing it, I doubt I’d let him leave the bed. Of course, judging by the size of his dick, I might not be able to move.
“That’s quite a sexual appetite ye’ve got there, lass,” he teased.
“I haven’t had a boyfriend in two years, Edward. A girl’s got needs.”
That wiped the grin off his face. He looked thoughtful for a moment. “Do ye masturbate, then?”
I choked on my own spit and knocked over my apple juice, catching it before it drenched everything on the blanket. “Huh?”
“Och, weel, I mean, should I ken how often ye take care o’ yourself? Yer needs, as ye say… fer interview purposes, o’ coorse. I wank tae or three times per week myself.” Huh. Useful information. I’d have to try to accidentally catch the live show sometime.
“Currently every day, but I suspect if I was actually getting some action it might be less.” Even Madge was impressed with how I managed to get that out without stuttering or blushing. Edward, on the other hand, looked like his head might explode. “Oh, and you should know when I get my period, according to this. It’s generally every fourth Tuesday.”
Edward’s eyes were focused somewhere around my knees. “Do we, uh, do I… how’s oor sex life? Is it good?”
“I would imagine you’re quite… skilled in that department,” I confessed, carefully skirting around the fact I’d seen BonnyKnob McThrobson of Clan Cock under his kilt yesterday.
His head bobbed up, a roguish grin on his handsome face. “Oh, ye do, do ye? Thought aboot it much?”
Only every hour of every day, douchebag, Madge screamed.
Seriously. Go read this right now.
Official Description: Waterbeds can be sexy. Who knew? Edward and Bella, best friends to more-than-friends. Once a WitFit.
Word Count: 16,667
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Why should you read Oceanic? Because it’s Rochelle Allison, the writer who gave us the lovely Curtains and even more lovely With Or Without You. Because is blessedly short, you can easily read it in one sitting. Because it’s very sweet without being roll your eyes fluffy. Because even Rochelle says in an A/N that the story isn’t deep and meaningful, but it’s all the better for it. Because sometimes simple is good.
The plot is one I’m sure you’re familiar with, Edward and Bella are in high school They’re best friends. Edward buys a waterbed and then they jokingly make out one night. Do you see where this is going?
What sets this story apart from the other “best friends to more” stories is the presentation. There’s the teasing dialogue between Edward and Bella.
“Yeah, if you’re into cheesy seduction scenes from the 80′s,” I teased, rolling on to my back.
Edward folded his arms, smirking arrogantly down at me. “Girls will love this. You know you do.”“Anyway, I don’t need props to be successful. I could do ‘em on the floor and they’d love it,” he continued, grinning, enjoying my grimace of disgust. “This’ll just enhance the ride.”
There’s friends and fun and a bonfire on the beach and a Jake that actually a good friend to Bella. There’s fighting and immaturity and apologies. And there’s two kids trying to figure their way through falling for the first time. It’s sweet and silly and awkward, but none of it is overly contrived or too long. The entire story is under 17 thousand words, so there just isn’t any chance for a word to be wasted.
This story really is the perfect way to spend the end of a hard day: light and sweet and refreshing! Enjoy!
I’m always looking for something lighthearted, something that will leave my heart happy and a smile on my face. If that’s what you’re looking for, you don’t have to look any farther than Oceanic.
Rochelle Allison’s Bella and Edward are completely adorable. She’s sassy, and he’s cocky. You can’t help but fall in love with them from the very beginning.
In other ways, though, everything had changed.
It was the subtle stuff, the linked pinkies in the hallway at school, private jokes and playing footsie when I’d have dinner at the Cullen’s. It wasn’t, like, this huge deal but people noticed; more than once I caught people gawking at our lunchtime canoodling.
I love any story that makes me laugh, and this one definitely brings the giggles.
He flopped down on to the waterbed, making a wave slosh from one side to the other, jostling me in the process.
“Watch it now,” I warned playfully as the ripples rolled us closer together. “You don’t want the magical oceanic motions to arouse me.”
If you aren’t already reading it, get on it. You don’t want to miss out on this one.
Sometimes, you just need something short and sweet, but a one-shot doesn’t quite cut it. Well, true to her delicious style of short, concise chapters, Rochelle Allison has given us more wonderful Edward/Bella.
I love how easy the characters are to relate to as teenagers. Even when things are “complicated,” it’s still all pretty simple. They just have to figure out how to get there without someone spazzing. Because it’s high school, and there’s always someone spazzing about something. You remember.
I bet you also remember random make out sessions, often with good friends. You know, when just making out was it. Let’s take a look at a super cute, humorous moment:
“Bella.”
“What?”
“Let’s kiss some more.”
I tried not to smile, but it didn’t work. “Why?”
He stood close, making me feel fluttery. “Because it feels good. Especially on my new bed.”
“Ugh, you and this bed,” I groaned.
“It worked, didn’t it?”
“…maybe.”
There are some bumps along the way. Bella faces the awkwardness of going from being really good friends with Edward to wondering if he only wants to hang out so they can fool around. She’s unsure of her changing feelings for a while, and there’s just the right amount of moody Edward to suggest it’s the same for him. Oh, and there are some fun, indulgent citrusy moments.
Do they end up together? Of course. Is it adorable and sweet? Well, that goes without saying if you’ve ever read Ro’s fics before this one.
On one hand, nothing about my life had changed. I hung out with my friends during school and after, kicked it with them on the weekends. We still went to Dairy Queen or the movies, goofed off together during lunch, congregated at each other’s homes. The increasingly cold, wet weather had pretty much put a hold on the beach bonfires, so that meant more aimless driving around at night, meeting up wherever everyone else was.
In other ways, though, everything had changed.
It was the subtle stuff, the linked pinkies in the hallway at school, private jokes and playing footsie when I’d have dinner at the Cullen’s. It wasn’t, like, this huge deal but people noticed; more than once I caught people gawking at our lunchtime canoodling.
Because Edward and I had been close for so long, we sort of skipped right through the “getting to know you” stage. If I didn’t count the whole marshmallow debacle and the miscommunication right after, I’d have to say our transition from friends to lovers was relatively smooth.
He knew my quirks, and I knew his, so our friendship was the same as ever.
See what I mean? It feels real and fun and young, and all in all, Oceanic is a quick, delightful read.
Oh, and the last two lines of the story are guaranteed to make you smile and squee =)
What can I add to these other great reviews besides my undying support for this girl and the fuckawesome stories she writes? If you haven’t read anything else by Rochelle Allison (what the hale are you waiting for?!?), you might not know that the way she strings words together is amazing–concise, yet deep.
He slipped in beside me, grabbing my wrist with his free hand.
My heart skipped a beat, because we were now partly blocked from the beach and I knew what was coming. Shivering a little, I looked at him. “What?” I asked quietly, trying not to focus on his mouth.
“You know what,” he said, pulling me closer and kissing me.
Oceanic is a sweet high school fic that’s complete and full of high-schooly drama. There’s a girl who starts to like a boy and worries about how it’ll affect their friendship. She knows that he could mess her up, and I love that she tells him so.
I nodded, coming down and trembly.
“Edward?”
He gazed down at me, his eyes going from my eyes to my mouth and back to my eyes. “Yeah?”
“I’m not a plaything, okay?”
He frowned, shifting so he was next to me. “I know…”
“Do you?”
He nodded. “Yeah. I do.”
“I’m not like you. I can’t handle this if it goes further and you’re not…into it. Don’t hurt me like that,” I whispered.
It was strange; I could almost see it flash across his face, what I’d been trying to tell him. That we were in a different place now, that yes, we had crossed a line and he couldn’t really keep jumping back and forth across it.
He smiled a little. “I’m into it.”
I just love it. And I think you will too.
Title: While He Was Away Author: Karen Schreck Publisher: Sourcebooks Fire Pages: 249 pages “This is just something I have to do, okay?” I hear David say. “The right thing.” He cradles my face in his hands. He kisses me hard. Then he lets go of me. His eyes dart from me to whatever’s next. [...]
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