Mean Mrs. Mustard gets Bold As Love with carolinainthesky!

I read this fic a while back and came across it again, recently. It’s a double-shot and has two additional drabbles attached to it. I started reading this story mainly because of the title Bold as Love and immediately thought of John Mayer’s cover of the great Jimi Hendrix song Axis: Bold As Love. So, when there is indeed a mention of Bella’s love for John Mayer I was hooked. Throw in lawyer Edward, an independent med-student Bella, and some liquor; I am so there!

Bella is a nurse but studying to be a doctor and Edward is a lawyer. They’ve been friends for years but have never been more; timing was never right for these two and Bella never wanted to be tied down while she was traveling around the world as a nurse. When Bella finally starts medical school and moves in across the hall from Edward, things between them build. One night they are drinking together in Bella’s apartment and well, Edward begins to pick on Bella because she loves John Mayer.

Edward just rolled his eyes. "Bella, don't be ridiculous. You cannot tell me that John Mayer has half the passion or talent, or ability that Hendrix ever did. Loving you is not the issue. The issue is that John Mayer is terrible, and you have terrible music taste."

She mockingly gasped- she was no longer offended by his statements- he'd been telling her that ever since he'd known her, and he had known her since her freshman year of college.

"No, Ed, that won't do. I have his words inscripted on me, for life. You cannot tell me that his lyrical genius and extraordinary ability to play the guitar and make me come in my pants without ever touching me or removing articles of clothing, by just playing a guitar, is terrible. No, Edward, I won't allow it. You love him, and you are jealous that you don't have a tattoo as cool as mine."

Edward snorted unceremoniously. "A: I'm definitely not jealous of the fact that you have his lyrics as your tattoo. In fact, I pity you," he teased, "and B: he makes you come in your pants? Good god, Bella, what are you doing when you listen to him?"

She threw a pillow at him, and pulled another shot of whiskey. "Shove it, Cullen. His voice is pure sex, and if he plays women as half as well as he plays the guitar, then I would gladly sign up for one night with that."

Things get very interesting after this and a bet is made. Bella plays nurse and begins a very thorough examination on Edward. She starts from the top of Edward’s head and makes her way down his body, not missing anything.

She leaned back for a moment to look into his green eyes, that had most assuredly grown dark thanks to the precarious position she had forced his cock into. Straining from his pants, begging to be touched, to rub against something, anything! But Bella was good- she made sure that she avoided that part of his anatomy completely.

"Well well, Mr. Cullen. I do say your ears pass inspection. Now, for that hearing test…" and she leaned to his right ear once more, brushing her lips against it and whispered "fuck".

Pulling back, she raised an eyebrow. It took several moments to compose himself, but he let out a raspy "fuck" in compliance with her request. She smiled, and leaned into the left ear, licking it and murmuring "me".

The way Bella works Edward is definitely hot and kind of made me frustrated because all you want them to do is go at it but Bella is being a little tease. This is all in the first chapter.

The second chapter gets a little emotionally deeper and there is a mention of a rape and an abortion that occurs, so this is a warning. However, it can be easily overlooked and you can move on to Edward’s examination of Bella. This a great short read and I recommend reading it if you need some smut and a fluffy happy ending.

The two drabbles are very short, have no smut, and occur before Bella and Edward get together.

Mr. Boody goes the Long Way Down by forthelongestday!

Good morning, afternoon, or evening all! Thank you for stopping bye. I hope you will check back with us the rest of the week to see what the others have in store.

Today’s rec won’t be huge. To my dismay *smirks* the story is only five chapters thus far, but has been a great read. Long Way Down by forthelongestday is her first piece of publicly published fanfiction, and I must say I am impressed. This was well written, and although the author puts a disclaimer in her first chapter about it not being beta’d – I definitely can’t complain.

This story is another Jasper/Bella, but is AU New Moon. It’s what could have happened had Bella not been so eager to take Edward back after her trip to Volterra. If you are anything like me then you wanted her to put up a little bit of a fight. Not give in so easily. Well, in this story, not only does she fight for herself, but she doesn’t give in at all. Her eyes are opened to the “true ways” of Edward Cullen and she realizes that even if she let him back into her life, things would more than likely end up the same.

Where does Jasper come into play? He refuses to leave her when Edward insists that the family leave again. With the threat of the Volturi and Victoria he feels obligated to make sure she’s protected.

To me, this story is about as canon as non-canon can get. She’s keeping the characters fairly true to the way SM wrote them, so if you enjoy a canon Bella you will more than likely enjoy hers. Jasper, as you know, didn’t get a lot of time in the books, but he is headstrong and straight forward.

"Bella, meet Seth and Leah," he said, giving me a jolt of encouragement that wasn't entirely necessary.

"Hey," I smiled. "It's nice to get to see you without all the fur."

Leah remained stoic, but Seth's answering grin was enough for the both of them. "You are aware that your boyfriend here is a total jerk right? Just 'cause he doesn't get tired don't mean the rest of us aren't ready to pass out," he said with a mock glare in Jasper's direction. I was warmed by his friendly teasing, and I got the impression that Seth wasn't nearly as ferocious in his hatred of Jasper as the rest of them were.

"He's just my friend," I corrected, "and yes, I was aware. If it makes you feel better he has very little respect for my sleeping habits too...obviously," I continued, glancing down at my makeshift bed.

"Want me to bring your mattress with us next time, your highness?" Jasper asked sarcastically, and I threw my head back and laughed.

"Absolutely."

In the blink of an eye Jasper threw me over his shoulder and rolled up the pillow inside the sleeping bag so he could carry them. "Let's get you home, princess," he drawled as he started walking towards the woods.

You also get to see a little of the wolves. Jasper insists that the wolves be involved in protecting Bella and just like in Eclipse takes to training them. Leah’s characterization is probably what I’ve loved the most. She is angry and tough. She will probably be the most beneficial to have around because of all of her pent up aggression and anger.

Why did you pick Leah?" I asked him.

"Because she's strong," he answered without hesitation. "I felt the hurt and anger flowing through her when we met with The Pack, but she never let it overwhelm her. It takes a lot to keep the kind of hatred she feels from consuming you. I knew it had something to do with the Alpha, and I figured at the very least she'd be determined to do well so she could spend more time away from him."

I smiled at him, "Are you telling me you did something nice for a werewolf?" I asked teasingly.

Jasper scowled and playfully shoved my shoulder. "Don't you dare tell them, I have a reputation to protect with those mongrels."

"What about Seth?"

"That little fucker is fast, and he's eager to prove himself. Besides, he's bound to Leah, she wouldn't have gone without him," he replied. He gave me an appraising look and asked, "Is this what you were talking about with Jacob tonight?"

"Yeah," I said, nodding, "he told me about imprinting, what had happened between Sam and Leah." Just the thought of the tragedy that had surrounded her broke my heart a little.

"Imprinting," he said with an edge to his voice, "is the stupidest fucking thing I've ever heard of. Nobody gets a happy ending with that nonsense."

There you have it folks. Long Way Down by forthelongestday is not a quick, easy read. It is detailed and in depth, but definitely well worth it.

As always, please read and review.

Until next time,

Mr. Boody

Miss Scarlet becomes Just One of the Boys!

 

Well hello all!

Do any of you have guilty pleasures? I'm sure you do. Even I have some that I like to keep locked in a box, covered in cement under a house. *laughs* But I'm going to tell you one that I'm not all that ashamed of. I have a love for... boy bands. Yes, I said it. I love boy bands. NYSNC, Backstreet Boys, 98 º, even LFO. You have to remember "Summer Girls". "New Kids On The block,had a bunch of hits. Chinese food makes me sick. And I think it's fly when girls stop by for the summer,for the summer. I like girls that wear Abercrombie and Fitch,..." but I digress.

I'm also a movie junkie. Some of them happen to be bad but I love them anyway. Just to name a few, "Just One of the Guys", "She's the Man", and "Shakespeare in Love". Do you see a theme going on? Yes, all these movies have the lead actress cross-dressing as a man to get what they actually want. Albeit an actress, soccer player or a writer.

I bet you're wondering what this has to do with Twilight Fanfiction right? Well during my usual dives for stories, I came across one that met both my needs. Just One of the Boys by Tkegl is that perfect combination of guilty pleasure and fun.

JotB is about a boy band, 5Point, that is down one member. The remaining members, E.C Mazen (Edward), Jazzy (Jasper), E-Dog (Emmett), and Whispers (Jake) were auditioning for new members when they see this one applicant, Billy Swan. Billy blew them away and Edward took somewhat a liking to him. But in a way that Edward didn't know what was going on when that genuine male like became something more. But what he didn't understand that there was something 'different' about Billy. Billy is actually Bella!

I know I just gave that away but if you couldn't tell shame on you! But look at some of this if that doesn't make up your mind for you.

"Billy? It's Edward," he called through the door.

Did I mention: Shit!

I froze, hoping maybe if he didn't hear me inside he'd go away.

"I know you're in there," he said. "Let me in, okay? I really think we need to talk."

I stood slowly, figuring it was better to get this over with anyway. He'd say, "Thanks, but no thanks dude." I'd say, "It's cool." We'd bump fists or slap shoulders, and maybe we could get beyond it.

I opened the bathroom door and let Edward in. He met my eyes only for a second before they dropped to the floor.

Great. It was going to be awkward.

I loved awkward.

"Look, Edward…" I began.

"Just… wait…" he interrupted, running his hands through his hair in agitation. "It's been tough for me to get here. I mean, I've been fighting this for weeks and I just kind of fucking understand some shit now and if I don't say it soon, I might lose my nerve, so can you just let me say what I've gotta say?"

Wow. That was a lot of words in one sentence.

"Okay," I said slowly, wondering where he was going with this.

"I just…" He started pacing from the tub to the toilet and back again, "I just couldn't understand what was happening, you know?"

I really didn't, but I didn't want to interrupt.

"I mean with the flip-flopping and the ulcer…" he continued, almost as if talking to himself, "Well, it wasn't really an ulcer after all, but I think really deep down, I knew that… I just didn't want to accept it. I was so confused and didn't know why I was feeling this way… and then I saw you out on the patio…" He looked up at me then and I was shocked at the intense look in his eyes.

What in the world was going on?

"Edward, what are you talking about?"

His hands were back in his hair. "I don't know what I'm saying," he growled. "I just know… I want… I need…"

And in a flash I was up against the door and Edward's mouth was on mine – hot and rough and demanding. His hands gripped my shoulders, pulling me away from the door and against his chest. The kiss was not soft… but I found I didn't want it soft. I gasped and his tongue plunged in, sliding against mine… then he sucked on it and my knees buckled.

He was relentless.

Edward's hands moved around to my back, pressing me more firmly against him, as he continued his assault on my mouth. I was burning up… lost in a frenzy of lust and irrational want. His hands slid down to grasp at my ass firmly and I moaned out loud… the sound echoed by Edward a moment later.

His lips fell to my neck, his five o'clock shadow scratching at my skin deliciously as he pulled my hips flush against his. I could feel his erection hard against my stomach and he began to thrust against me unconsciously. The motion set a surge of heat and moisture rushing to my center and I couldn't help pushing back against him, writhing against his hardness in a desperate search for friction.

Then he stopped. Just like that he stopped, frozen mid-thrust and with his tongue still on my neck. His hips moved forward once more tentatively and a light bulb clicked over my lust-filled head.

He realized something was missing.

Edward's right hand left my ass and swept slowly around to the fly on my jeans.

"Edward, I…" But I didn't finish. It was too late. He knew.

His hand dipped down between my legs and pressed lightly. Despite my embarrassment, I couldn't keep back a low whimper and I arched forward slightly into his hand.

His eyes met mine, but he didn't move his hand.

"It's not Billy, is it?" he asked quietly.

I swallowed. "Bella."

He nodded. "Bella," he repeated.

~E.C.~

Billy was a girl.

He'd tricked us all. He was a fucking girl.

I knew I should have been pissed… and deep down, I probably was. And at some point in the future, Billy - I mean, Bella - and I were going to have it out about all the lies and what the fuck this could mean for the band, let alone for the two of us.

But at that moment only one thought went through my head. Well, two actually.

I'm not gay.

This story is only two chapters in so make sure you check it out and send her the love that this story deserves!

Mrs. Peacock meets Bella Swan: Zombie Killer!

So when I clicked the link for Bella Swan: Zombie Killer by Kristen Nicole, I thought for sure it was just going to be a metaphor of some kind. I was way off. So instead of clicking the little x when I realized this story was actually about Zombies, I kept reading. And kept reading. And I loved it. Bella is our heroine, entrusted with the task of taking care of her brother after she lost her parents in the zombie apocalypse. She takes to the task with a heavy heart; she’s not certain she can keep herself alive, let alone her young brother. Her only weapon is a shovel, which she’s aptly named Rosalie, and her common sense. She finds herself towing her sibling to a grocery store that’s housed with survivors; from the bitchy Lauren to the very motherly and very old, Esme. We also have Edward, portrayed in one of my very favorite ways: geek. He rescues Bella, and a budding relationship begins.

Life in the grocery store is about as good as it can get during a situation such as this. They even acquire a few new roomies by the name of Alice and Jasper. These two are quirky to the extreme, with false southern accents and weapons hidden in places you don’t want to imagine. When the power goes out, things heat up both literally and figuratively. Here’s a little taste of why this isn’t just a funny story.

I heard him moan deep in his throat, and my body took over for me again. I was rubbing against him like I was willing a genie to emerge from the fly of his pants. I knew that I should probably stop, that it was important for me to be aware of what was going on around me, but my body was on autopilot and there was no deviating from the flight plan. I wanted him so badly, and I was drunk, and I thought I might actually be in love with the guy. The little bit of common sense that I had left decided to finally leave the building. I grabbed onto the back of his head and brought his mouth to mine with a variety of moans and growls that would've probably put a porn star to shame.

Any vestige of control gone, I reached behind my back to unclasp my bra. My fingers felt numb, and it took a lot longer than I would have liked. I ended up yanking the thing so hard that I was pretty sure it would be totally useless to me when I tried to put it back on again. Apparently being horny and drunk made me lose all my motor skills.

As the story progresses, the drama picks up and our couple get closer. It truly is a tale of love in a doomed world. The fear for our survivors grows as the situation gets harder and harder to deal with. The author does an amazing job at portraying the actual fear of the characters. They’re terrified, as they have any right to be. She really gets inside Bella’s head as she fears for her life and the life of others, especially her baby brother.

We came rocketing around the corner at the rear of the store and nearly plowed into Tyler and Jake, who'd been heading back from the bathroom. I suddenly felt like all the breath had been ripped from my lungs.

Tyler. Oh Christ, my baby brother's going to be eaten alive.

"What the hell is going on?" Jake yelled, jumping backwards when I almost slammed directly into him. In his terror, his face looked incredibly young. The thought took me momentarily aback. The zombies weren't going to go easy on him just because he was a kid. He was still a teenager, but he could die just as easily as any of us. Broken bones, broken face, broken life. We were all so fragile. So vulnerable. There was no one to help us. I'd never felt so alone and helpless.

No, stop it. Focus. Just focus.

Besides humor and fear, Kristen Nicole does romance too. Edward and Bella are beautifully in love, and she allows the beauty to show through in such horrible situation. The couple fight tooth and nail, literally, to be with one another and to protect each other. They have to learn how to trust each other enough to put their lives in each other’s hands. Not to mention trying to cope with the fact that they’ve fallen in love at the most inopportune time in history.

He took the picture back and stared down at it, tracing my outline with a single fingertip. "I took this of you," he admitted, and even in the small amount of light from the room I could see his ears pinking up in embarrassment. "I've kept it with me for years. I even had it up in my locker at the supermarket. It's creepy, I know. I'm sorry." He shrugged his shoulders, and my heart welled up and I couldn't tell if I was going to cry or tackle him. "I've been in love with you my whole life."

He looked at me, and we just stared at each other. I was at a loss for words. His hand touched my face again, and I felt like I was dying. My chest ached and my eyes began to burn. He smiled then, and his pretty-boy dimples came out to wink at me. "I think you're perfect," he said.

So if you’re looking for something that’s funny, romantic, frightening, and just all around different, this story is for you. I urge you to take a look, you won’t regret it.

Mr. Green and Bellasunderstudy1 Need you Now!

I don’t know if anyone knows about a disease called Cystic Fibrosis, I for one, did not until the day I came across a story called Need You Now by Bellasunderstudy1. Here is the summary:

Bella is widowed and has a daughter living with Cystic Fibrosis. Will Edward be able to prove he can be want Bella and her daughter need?

This story was written for Cystic Fibrosis Awareness month. I think it is a very unique story due to the content itself, which I believe has never been written about before. Because of the author’s extend knowledge on the subject, the story has a good flow to it, and is very easy to understand.

I personally have a ‘special’ connection with the story because I know what it is like to have to alter my lifestyle because of a disease. It’s a hard process to go through, but not impossible. In NYN, It’s inspirational to see how a family tries to function as normal as they could to accommodate a child with such a rare disease.

I love seeing Edward and Bella’s relationship grows while seeing Edward and Bella’s daughter, Olivia, bond grows stronger. The story is very information, and gives you such vivid images on what’s it is like to live with a child who is diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis.

I do believe that it’s a hard process to write something when you have to incorporate so much information into the story, so that the readers understand what the author was trying to get across.

Need You Now is definitely worth a try, and no, it is not as angsty has it may sound, Mr. Green promise!

Here’s one of my favorite parts in the story.

"Hi," I breathed as his free hand came to rest on my hip and he bent to kiss my cheek as I took the offered wine bottle.

"Hi," he whispered in my ear. "I missed you."

I sighed, placing a hand on his chest and leaning into him, his lips pressing into the sensitive area just behind my ear, setting a blaze that spread from the points of contact with his body through my extremities and settling in the pit of my stomach. My entire body tensed with a desire I had not experienced with such intensity in longer than I cared to remember.

We both jumped slightly when Olivia's voice rang through the room as she reentered. I looked up to see the pink coloring of Edward's cheeks and the tips of his ears as he ran a hand through his hair with a sheepish smile on his face as he met my eyes.

It was nice to see that he was maybe as affected by that short encounter as I was, and I smiled when I heard the low, deep rumble of his chuckle, which I have to admit I was becoming very, very fond of; it was a happy sound and I rather liked the thought that he was happy.

"Can we eat in the family room? Pleeeeaaasssee, mommy," Olivia begged, hands clasped under her chin with her bottom lip poked out in quite the pitiful pout.

"Yeah, please mommy," Emmett chimed in, affecting much the same look on his face.

Mr. Green: How did you get into Fanfiction?

BU1: Honestly, I stumbled into Fanfiction because I was so totally obsessed with finding anything related to Twilight I was searching on the internet and just…found it. I then found Twilighted and the forums and well one thing led to another, the rest is history.

Mr. Green: What’s the first story that is a Twilight fanfiction you remember reading?

BU1: The first story that really grabbed me and wouldn’t let me go was Boycotts and Barflies by VJGM. It’s funny that the first AH fic I read was the one that really sucked me into the FF world when the Vamps are the ones that brought me into the world of Twilight in the first place.

Mr. Green: What are your top five FFs?

BU1: I can’t really put them in a number order because I can’t really pick one over the other but my favorites are: Boycotts and Barflies, Holding Out for You, Atlas Shrugged, Will you be ready when it comes?, Embodiment

Mr. Green: What made you decide to write about Cystic Fibrosis?

BU1: It all came about after many discussions with CellaCullen and having children with special needs. So I decided to write a fic about Cystic Fibrosis to bring awareness about how the disease affects our lives and to help people learn about the disease.

Mr. Green: Please explain to us in a few sentences about CF, for those readers who haven’t started reading NYN.

BU1: Cystic Fibrosis is genetic disease, so it’s passed along by both parent’s carrying a mutated CF gene. The disease affects the exocrine system of the body, basically the organs of the body that secrete mucous, such as the lungs, liver, pancreas and digestive tract. In a few words the body is unable to make the salt water it needs to thin normal mucous produced so it gets stuck in the organs that should be able to get rid of it easily. The body is also unable to feed its as it would normally because of the lack of salt water and doesn’t absorb certain nutrients so those with the disease often must take digestive enzyme supplements and vitamin supplements to compensate. Their needed calorie intake is also much, much higher than others because of this as well.

Mr. Green: I do know that your daughter is a CF patient, through your author’s note in NYN. After your daughter was diagnosed with CF, is it life changing for your family?

BU1: Yes, undoubtedly it was a life altering diagnosis. Most of Olivia’s story follows exactly with what happened with my daughter’s diagnosis and history with CF. She was sick from birth but it was years before we got the diagnosis so in some ways our day to day lives didn’t change. It was the realization of how ill she truly was and our family dealing with the truth of what the diagnosis meant that was the hardest thing we dealt with….that we still deal with daily.

Mr. Green: As you’re writing something quite personal and close to your heart, do ‘mean’ reviews affect you more than ones in your other stories?

BU1: Honestly, I haven’t experienced any ‘mean’ reviews with NYN. With that being said, I do think that yes they probably would affect me more with NYN than with my other stories. With that being said, I don’t put a lot of stock in those who leave ‘mean’ reviews. Yes, they’re hurtful but my feeling on ‘mean’ reviews in general is that if they don’t like what they’ve read then just move on; don’t say hurtful things to the author or about the story. I guess I hold to the old adage if you can’t say anything nice then just don’t say anything at all.

Mr. Green: What do you think is the most important component in writing a good story?

BU1: Gosh….um, I think that the most important component for me is realism. I mean the stories are fictional obviously but if they don’t make sense, if the characters are acting in a way that the reader can’t understand or empathize with, if they can’t see themselves in the place of the character then it’s not a good story. I think that’s the great thing about Canon Bella, all of us have had a first love that was completely all consuming and we can all see ourselves in her shoes, even if we don’t always agree with the way she handled certain things. That’s the great thing about Fanfiction, we can rewrite the things we don’t like and make them something different.

Mr. Green: What do you think is one of the most distinct qualities of this fandom?

BU1: The most distinct qualities…the loyalty the fandom has to its characters and those who portray them for our enjoyment because that loyalty and love carries over into the interactions we have with one another in our shared obsession. We understand one another even when NO ONE in our real lives can even begin to know what the hell we’re talking about.

Mr. Green: Are you a Team Edward or Team Jacob?

BU1: Psh…that’s not even a question….what do you think?

Mr. Green: If you could take anyone on a dream date. Who would it be with, and what will the ‘dream date’ be like?

BU1: Oh my god…I think that if I could choose anyone I would have to choose Johnny Depp (sorry Rob) because I have been so infatuated with him since way back in the Twenty-One Jumpstreet and Nightmare on Elmstreet days…yeah, I’m that old.

The date? Hmmm….I think a moonlight dinner on some tropical island after we had spent the entire day doing everything from wind-surfing and snorkeling to hiking. There would be lots of finger foods and fruit that we could feed one another as we listened to the surf rolling in on the beach in the background. After dinner we would take a walk on the beach and find our way to a secluded area where we could just sit and talk about nothing and everything while we watched the moon dance on the water. It may or may not lead to more than a few innocent kisses….

Mr. Green: What is your favorite Pop-tart flavor?

BU1: Frosted Strawberry of course.

Mean Mrs. Mustard is Coming Through The Rye!

I know, I’m like a broken record with my love for Mac214. I have already recommended Relative Wind, her fuckhot Dilfward story, and Ultio, her dark and fucked up collaboration with 22blue. But this time I’m back with something different and he’s wearing a kilt.

Coming Through The Rye is a humorous story about best friends, Bella and Edward. They met through work, Edward is employed at the same company on a work visa from Scotland, and Bella… well, Bella lusts after him like most of us lust after Rob Pattinson. It’s a little sick how much she wants him, and she even has a rather cantankerous inner monologue named Madge who basically agrees that it’s disturbing and reminds her at every turn that he’s forbidden fruit.

However, there are a few things standing in their way, the first being Edward’s huge titted girlfriend of two years, Senna. Add in his recent unemployment and the loss of his immigration status and the whole thing is one big ol’ clusterfuck.

"Well, I hope you gave him a piece of your mind." Senna removed her hand from his hair, which I appreciated, but then absently started stroking the top of one breast implant. Both Emmett and Edward paid rapt attention until Rosie smacked the back of Emmett's head. I wish I could have done the same to Edward, but it would have been inappropriate and weird since we were only friends. I wanted to be the kind of friend who regularly saw him naked.

Just friend, just friends, just friends, my cranky inner voice, who I had nicknamed Madge a few days ago, repeated.

"Nah, why bother. Marcus wanted tae beat him senseless, though." Edward's eyes were firmly following Senna's nails as they scraped along her huge boob.

Mac214 writes a very colorful story, full with Scottish slang (her Scottish to English dictionary is at the bottom of each chapter so you can figure out what the hell Edward is saying), interesting new characters and twists on the originals. Esme & Carlisle are still Edward’s parents, but they live over in Scotland. Emmett’s parents are Scottish and live in Philly, so we see them a lot more than usual and I have to admit, I have a soft spot for Hamish and Maisie, though even they couldn’t get me to eat haggis.

One of the best things about this story is how simple Edward and Bella’s friendship is - going to the pub, watching rugby and hanging out like besties. However, their love is anything but simple. Bella constantly overthinks, over analyzes and listens to Madge just a little too much sometimes. Just when you think things might be going in the right direction, another fork gets thrown in their road to happiness. Thanks to Edward’s recent downsizing at work, it looks like he’s going to be forced to go back to Scotland since he was on a work visa. However, there is one option looking better and better all the time to get him to stay in the states – getting married to a US Citizen.

"Do ye think I could make a go of it as an astronomy professor?" Edward asked, the eraser end of a pencil tapping against the corner of his mouth. My eyes followed that eraser like a hawk - I wanted to grab the pencil and lick it, which made me feel like a desperate, pathetic perv.

Dude, because you are, Madge muttered. I was starting to wonder what Madge would look like if she were an actual person; I imagined an older woman with a gray beehive, polyester pants, and sensible shoes... but then I got freaked out because what if a middle-aged woman really did inhabit my body? I didn't have multiple personality disorder, but what if I was catching a glimpse into my future self? I shuddered and went back to watching Edward's lips.

"Uh, well... do you know anything about astronomy? Isn't your degree in computer science?"

The Dark Horse was unusually quiet, and Edward and I sat at a square table toward the back of the bar. I was currently obsessing about the onion rings on the pock-marked, dark wood surface in front of me, and Edward was in serious job search mode. It had been three weeks since he received notice of his job elimination, and it seemed as if he was starting to get frantic... as evidenced by his question about astronomy.

"Yeah," he said with a heavy sigh, scrubbing his face with his hands. "Fook!"

"Have you told your parents yet?"

"Nah. I keep hoping tae find something, but it's nae looking good. They're going tae be freaked oot. I really dinnae ken what tae do. Trying tae convince Senna tae marry me is lookin' better and better."

My guts twisted in agony. Why would Edward want to marry her? Why? I mean, sure, she was unbelievably hot and had a huge rack, but she was a jerk. And she all but said she wouldn't marry him. Why would he try to talk her into it when I was sitting right here? I was perfectly willing.

I would be perfectly willing too… if I was an American that is. After all, what girl can resist a sweet talking, rugby loving, kilt wearing Edward? Did I mention he talks with a Scottish accent that literally obliterates my girly bits even though sometimes I don’t know what the hell he’s saying?

Anywhoo, go read the story. Grab a pint of Guiness and sit back and read. You’ll love it. I know you will. If not, I promise a 100% Money Back Guarantee. Oh wait, we don’t get paid for this, do we?

Mr. Boody has Conversations with My Killer by Oracle Vas!

Good morning, afternoon, or evening. I hope you all will stick around for what I’m sure will be another amazing week here at P.I.C.

"No. It is the very breath of honesty. When a man believes himself one way but reveals himself as another, he either recognizes it or he doesn't. That can tell you more about someone than anything else."

The excerpt above is from Chapter 1 of Conversations with My Killer by Oracle Vas. It is the passage that caught my attention and kept me reading. I stumbled upon this story last night, while starting my rec for today, which was going to be First Love Found, but once I saw that the author started a new story I couldn’t resist. It has been a very long time since I’ve been excited about a fic or looked for an update religiously, but I can already tell that this story will have me stalking my inbox.

The first chapter started off a little boring for me. It was basically retelling what we already knew. Bella met Edward, they fell in love, he’s a vampire, yada yada yada. Then, the author threw a curve ball (no pun intended). The day at the clearing, the day of the baseball game, Victoria, Laurent, and James were all killed on spot. There was no trip to Arizona, Jasper never tried to kill Bella on her birthday, and Alice does not live with the Cullens. She left a few months before Bella’s arrival.

Bella is still due to marry Edward, and much like in the books she is none-too-pleased about it. The characters are OOC. Edward is a bit more controlling, Bella a bit sassier, and Jasper… Oh, Jasper, how I love thee. He is a vampire through and true. His characterization is different than any I’ve ever read, but I’m not surprised. Oracle never disappoints. The excerpt above is his words to Bella when she says:

"It's because of the lack of sincerity. Hypocrisy is dishonesty at the highest level."

And he says things with so much conviction you can’t help but to believe them. He doesn’t hide the fact that he’s a killer and enjoys the hunt. He is raw and honest and I think even a canon loving reader would appreciate the relationship between him and Bella in this story.

What exactly is the relationship, you ask? I’m not completely sure. All I know is that Bella isn’t exactly happy with her relationship, Jasper has no relationship, and Edward… well, I’m fairly certain there is only one thing he’s interested in… Bella’s blood. This story is only six chapters in and I’m not quite sure where it’s going. Every time I think I have it figured out, something new is added and I’m back to questioning what will happen. It is obvious though that the author, Oracle Vas, has this story mapped out, and if past stories are any indication, she will be updating regularly.

"Like Edward loves me?"

"No, like Emmett loves Rose and Carlisle loves Esme. You will never be more valuable to Edward than as what you are now, a rare snack he wants to savor for later. He thinks it is love because that is what he wants it to be."

That wasn't true at all. "My scent has nothing to do with his feelings for me."

"Doesn't it? Your blood is so sweet to him you have become it. In your case, it is an addiction to one substance that once gone will never return. What he feels for you fits no definition of love I am aware of."

I refused to believe that. If his theory was right, I was giving up everything for someone who didn't even love me. I would wake up, and Edward would feel nothing. Even time apart would end some of our feelings.

Ah, now to see if Jasper’s theory is right, or will we ever get that far? So many questions; will the wedding take place? Will she be turned? Is she going to admit to herself that she’s more than just “crushing” on dear Jasper, or will she continue to live miserably to get what she wants?

Update soon, Oracle Vas. I beg you.

As always, please read and review.

Until next time, Mr. Boody

Miss Scarlet gets burned by nowforruin's Roman Candle!

So I am always on the look out for new fics to read. Usually something that is a bit different from the normal stuff that is pumped out. While on my search I came across of this fic that captured me from the beginning. nowforruin's Roman Candle is that fic.

Originally written for the Geekward Shuffle contest, this is the story of Edward, a NYU lit dropout who is living and working in a bar in Brooklyn. He is living with his live-in girlfriend who he suspects is cheating on him. And on top of that he has a hard ass of a boss, Bella.

Edward drinks too much, chain smokes, and quotes literary passages under his breath. He is clearly unhappy with his current predicament but his pride is too large for him to run back home to his parents and do the whole "I told you so" routine.

The whole story is from Edward's point of view so you get a feel of the frustration that he is dealing with in both his personal and professional relationships with these two women. But according to him, Bella hates him. But when his girlfriend leaves him who does he have to call? Not ghostbusters that's for sure.

If I'd had had any friends in Brooklyn, I would have called them. But I didn't. Any friends I had made during my short tenure at NYU had slowly slipped away as I slid further and further from that world. The only other place I was able to meet anyone had been at the bar, but it was rare for me to engage with anyone beyond Bella. I had always had Jessica to come home to, so why did I need to create an elaborate social circle? It had never occurred to me that she could just disappear one day with the dawn.

Through bleary eyes, I tried to focus on the clock. It looked to be just after midnight. I knew Bella was at the bar; I knew she would be there for hours, covering my slack. Digging my phone out of my pocket, I turned it on and squinted at the sudden glare of the display. I was too drunk to truly realize how likely it was that I was probably about to piss her off; I was too drunk to care that I had called out of work, and was now about to call my co-worker while smashed.

"B & R," Bella answered after several rings. It was quiet in the background.

"Bella?" I slurred, mumbling into the cell phone I had balanced on my cheek. "It's Edward."

"Edward?"

"Yeah."

"Are you shitting me? Are you drunk?" she demanded. I could picture her in my head, her cheeks flushing in anger, one hand planted firmly on her hip. Her chocolate brown eyes would be sparkling with rage.

"Um, I..."

"You are unbelievable. You called out of work, for no good god-damned reason, two hours before your shift, and now you're fucking calling me, completely shit-faced? Are you out of your mind? Do you actually want to keep this job?" she continued, her voice rising. I winced, wishing the phone would hold itself a foot away from my ear. My arms felt far too leaden to move it myself.

"Jess left me," I replied in a tiny voice, lost for what else to say. "I wanted to talk to someone...you're the only one I have here."

I was met with deafening silence. I thought Bella had hung up until I heard her sigh heavily on the other end of the line. "We're not friends, Edward. We work together. You fight with that girl all the time. You can't call me over shit like this." In my imagination, her voice shook ever so slightly.

"She's not coming back. She took all her stuff. Bought a plane ticket and everything. She's gone." I knew I sounded pathetic, but I didn't care. The only relief I was getting was from the musical sound of Bella's voice echoing in my ear, even if her declaration that we were not friends stung terribly.

She heaved another sigh, as if the effort of speaking to me was monumental. "What is it that you would like me to do, Edward?" she finally asked in a tone meant for a child, her voice weary. "It's nearly one in the morning. It's snowing like crazy. I'm at the bar, by myself, in case you forgot."

"I didn't forget," I mumbled. What I wanted was for her to talk to me; what I really wanted was for her to walk the three blocks to my apartment and spend the night with me. I wanted Bella to come to me, and let me pour my sorrows out to her. I wanted her to look at me like she had looked at that damned delivery driver. "Will you...can you...um, well, I just don't want to be alone."

"You want me to come to your apartment?" Even in my drunken stupor I could hear the incredulous tone of her voice. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"No...I just...please, Bella," I whispered into the phone, blinking back tears that had come out of nowhere. Somewhere in the dim recesses of my brain, my thoughts mocked me. Crying? Really, Edward? Drunk, lying on the floor of your kitchen, crying? To a girl who is way too good for you, and that you royally pissed off today? Which, let me remind you in case you have forgotten, was not the first damned time you have done that!

"I need to finish some things here," she finally said after another long pause. Her voice was thick with resignation. My eyes were getting heavy, and I had started to fall asleep while waiting for her reply. I had forgotten she was even on the phone. "What apartment number?"

"Two-oh-six," I replied, letting my eyes slide shut again. "Door's open."

The next thing I knew, Bella's boots were staring me in the eye, an icy puddle forming under her feet. When I cracked my eyes open, Bella was illuminated from behind by the hallway light; it seemed a halo surrounded her. The snow had dampened her hair, and her cheeks were flushed from the cold. She looked like an angel.

Ever starting this fic I fell in love with it. I love Edward's geekyness and Bella's boldness. With both of them being hot heads and always at odds with each other it is a sight when they get closer. Sleeping in the same bed with a person lets down some walls. Feelings grow and things that were hidden by the dark before come into the light.

Definitely worth the read.

Ciao, dolcezze

Professor Plum visits Turn the Page with SydneyAlice!

One day when I was ranting on twitter about not being able to find any fluffy stories, someone recommended SydneyAlice’s fic, Turn the Page. Normally I’m a little more apprehensive about reading a story simply given the short summary that FF.net allows, but this one simply won me over.

FF Summary: Edward Cullen returns home after ten years as a struggling musician. As he attempts to reconnect with his family and the life he left behind, he meets Bella, the owner of the town's bookstore. Can she convince him that there's no place like home? AH.

Edward Cullen is so much more than a struggling musician in this story. He is a man who is grappling with who he is, and who he wants to be. He has a haunting past, which is a direct result of pursuing his music career so early in life, with the desire to fit in and succeed, and without the guidance of any true friends. He left his small hometown of Forks when he was just 20, and has only been back once in the 10 years he was gone.

Needless to say, when he returns, it takes a little convincing, even to himself, that he is there to stay. Meeting Bella Swan might just be what sways his decision.

Bella owns Forks’ only bookstore, which is also the source of the story’s title. She hasn’t lived in Forks for very long, and opening up her own bookstore is her way of honoring her mother, who passed away a year earlier. She and Edward find solace in the Cullen’s private meadow, as well as in each other, when Edward finds a familiar face in his hiding spot.

"Bella?" I whispered, not wanting to frighten her. She made no reply as I inched closer. I murmured her name a few more times until I noticed the ear buds hanging from her ears. She was humming softly as she flipped through the pages of her book.

I was completely mesmerized. She was just sitting there, with her long chestnut hair falling in waves around her shoulders, and all I could do was stand back and watch. She was engrossed in her book, and it gave me ample opportunity to just stare. She was the only person, other than my family, that I'd ever seen in our meadow. We didn't share it with many. It was sacred and untouched. But there she sat, and she looked completely at home under the shade of that large spruce.

She was so pretty.

I stepped closer, and suddenly, her eyes darted up from her book. She gasped softly as her gaze locked with mine.

So pretty.

Quickly, she jerked the ear buds out of her ears and closed her book.

"Hi."

"Hey," I smiled as I made my way to her. "I didn't mean to frighten you."

"It's okay," Bella said as she laid her book to the side. "I probably scared you, too. Your mom says that the meadow is private."

"It is," I agreed softly as I motioned toward the ground. "May I?"

"Oh…yeah, of course…" Bella smiled as she made room for me on her blanket. I carefully placed my guitar and lunch on the ground.

"I hope you don't mind that I'm here," she continued softly. "Long ago, Esme told me about the meadow and said that I could use it anytime I needed to….to get away from things."

"I don't mind," I admitted. Honestly, I was thrilled that she was here. "What kinds of things?"

Bella shrugged. "The store. My life. Nosy people. It gets suffocating living in a small town."

"I remember," I laughed softly.

"So I come here to hide, I guess…."

"Nothing wrong with hiding," I murmured gently as I gazed out across the field. "This is a good place for it."

This is the start of their friendship, even though both of them clearly want more. Edward struggles to find a job in a small town, which has none to offer, and Bella is in the forefront of his mind when he thinks about the possibility of leaving town. It doesn’t take very long for both of them to realize that the title of ‘friends’ isn’t enough to satisfy the desire they hold for each other.

But what happens when Edward is faced with an opportunity that he’s waited 10 years for? Will he even want to take it? Does he have a choice?

"Edward," she whispered softly and clearly – so clearly that I was sure she'd awakened. But her eyes were closed and her breathing was rhythmic.

Was she dreaming of me?

No, I didn't deserve this. But I wanted it – more than I'd ever wanted anything.

And with that realization, I had my answer.

"Stay with me," she murmured in her sleep, only solidifying my belief that this was where I was meant to be. I smiled down at her and cupped her cheek in my hand. She leaned into my touch and settled back into a tranquil sleep.

I leaned my head back against the tree and closed my eyes, reveling in the touch of her skin and the serenity that flowed through me as I started making plans. I could stay right here in Forks and make a career as a songwriter. I could stay connected to my family, grow even closer to Bella, and maybe buy that piece of land and build my house – one piece of wood at a time. I could have the life I never even knew I wanted until now.

After a while, Bella began to shuffle in my lap, and I glanced down at her beautiful face. Her eyes were heavy, but she was smiling up at me.

"Hi," she whispered sleepily.

"Hi."

I trailed my fingertips along the dark circles under her eyes. They were still there, just not as prominent.

"You shouldn't have let me sleep," Bella murmured, her eyes closing as my hand made its way back to her hair. I slid my fingers through the tangled waves, watching as her face relaxed with each stroke of my hand.

"I have a new favorite pastime," I admitted with a grin. "I love watching you sleep."

She scrunched up her nose, and it was unbelievably cute. "Did I say anything? I tend to talk in my sleep, especially when I'm really tired."

I laughed lightly. "You said a few things, yeah."

"Oh no," she groaned adorably. "What did I say?"

"You said my name," I whispered.

"Oh. Well, that doesn't sound too bad," she hedged. "Anything else?"

Bella had been adamant that I consider this deal – mostly out of fear that I'd resent her if I didn't. I couldn't admit to her that her sleepy plea had only strengthened my resolve that she was, indeed, the very best reason to stay.

"That was all, sweetheart. Just my name."

She sighed contently as she raised her head. Refusing to let her go, I gently took her hand and tugged her until she was sitting in my lap. I pulled her against me, prompting her to straddle me. Running my hands along her back, I glided my nose against hers as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I gazed into her deep brown eyes before gently brushing my mouth against hers. Bella moaned softly and parted her lips, and I groaned as our tongues met. The kiss could so easily have turned frantic, but perhaps it was the tranquility of the meadow that urged us to keep our emotions in check. We stayed just like that – wrapped in each other's embrace and kissing slowly – until Bella finally broke away and buried her head against my neck with a shaky sigh. I closed my eyes and hugged her tightly as I nuzzled her hair, letting her scent ground me and consume me.

"Kisses in the meadow were always a fantasy of mine," Bella whispered against my neck. I smiled and held her tighter. I could feel every curve, and I marveled once again at how perfectly she molded to me.

"Any other fantasies I should know about?" I asked with a low whisper, and she giggled in my ear.

"A few," Bella admitted. Her mouth tugged my earlobe, and I groaned as her teeth lightly grazed the shell of my ear.

"Tell me about them," I urged her, holding her tighter and burying my face against her shoulder.

"I can't," she whispered softly.

"Why not?"

She pulled back a little and pressed her forehead to mine. Her eyes were full of sadness. "Because verbalizing them will just make it harder if you…"

If I leave.

Mrs. White takes a look at C 5-6 with ss10!

Hmmmm, this has been a good week so far, right? I mean, kids going back to school… Yeah, that’s pretty much it. Oh, and the other night my hottie neighbor guy unfortunately got a little overzealous while making a banana split and sprayed too much whipped cream out of the can and it got all over him and he needed some help licking it off…

Oooops! I always get carried away when I think about desserts or men. Or desserts AND men. Or desserts ON men… Sorry, there I go again. Anywho, I was recently searching through the hundreds of stories I read, and there are hundreds, trying to find something perfect to recommend to you. My FanFic stash rivals my RobPorn collection—they are both huge! (Which reminds me, did you see that picture of RPattz and his huge…well, never mind.) The more I looked, the more obvious it became that I already had the perfect story!

C 5-6 by ss10 is a rather unconventional, yet refreshing story about Edward and Bella. Both of them have issues, though Edward’s are a bit easier to see, while Bella’s are more hidden. Edward is left a quadriplegic after surviving a bus crash at the age of twenty. Ten years later, he’s adapted to his new lifestyle rather well, and is bold and outgoing when he stumbles across Bella in an art museum. Bella is a sweet girl, although somewhat lacking in social skills. She’s a few years younger than Edward and doesn’t fully understand what it is about her that has attracted him so completely. Though she worries about his disability and how it will affect their relationship, she tries to see Edward as just a man—a man that she quickly realizes she is falling in love with. Will Bella be able to look beyond the wheelchair? Will Edward ever get over his past relationship? Will Alice and Bella’s friendship be able to survive Bella’s new relationship? And seriously, why is Edward always commenting on Bella’s toes?

Now you might think that the whole disability thing would detract from the story, but you’d be wrong. While I do enjoy an able bodied Edward that could bang me in any position I wanted, this Edward is so incredible, so confident, that soon enough you forget all about the chair he’s forced to spend his life in. Okay, I know...this story is a bit fluffy, and once you start reading it you’ll wonder if it’s really me suggesting it to you. If you know me, you know I don’t read fluff. I’m all angst and drama, all the time, but this story…it woo-ed me and won my heart. ss10 has other stories that are angsty and have lots of heartfail, but this isn’t one of those, and I love it.

C 5-6 is a beautiful love story that deals with acceptance, understanding, and hope. Plus it’s got some hot lemony action in it. And really, isn’t that what most of us are concerned with? What makes this even better than most stories is that the lemons are more creative, not your normal smexin’ that just anyone can do. The way Bella and Edward love each other, in spite of their challenges in life, is beautiful and sweet. And another good thing? This story is complete, so you don’t have to wait for new chapters to update. I do love that…

Now, if you’ll excuse me…I need to pick up some chocolate sauce and cherries at the grocery store. Neighbor guy still has another bottle of whipped cream and I have plans for that baby…

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"Bella?"

I turn to face him. "Yes?"

"Are you wondering about it?"

"About what?"

He pauses, and then speaks sort of gallantly, "Sex."

I blink. I look ahead. I don't know how to answer, because yes, I have been—but we've only been dating for a couple of weeks, not even a month and I am worried that these thoughts are too intrusive.

We are all of a sudden not moving. Edward has driven straight into a handicapped zone and shut off the engine.

"Bella?"

I face him, feeling horrid. I am nervous; I don't want this man to feel any less of a person if he can't. Sex is nice—but it's not something I'm absolutely craving. I enjoy being touched, but I enjoy being romanced even more.

I've known him for a small amount of time, but he reads me so well. In turn I want to please him. I want him to know that sexual intimacy is something I can have patience with.

But again he surprises me. Edward speaks earnestly, frankly. He doesn't appear seedy or defeated; instead he calms me with tolerance.

Nothing is foreboding.

"I can't feel much below about mid-chest, but I feel everything above that." He continues with a concentrated look on his face although, his eyes don't quite meet mine. "I get erections sometimes; but I have no control over when or how long they last… But," he added softly, "not being able to 'do it' at abandon, doesn't stop me from being attracted to you and wanting to be in bed… with you."

The long breath I am holding slowly extracts. Hearing him tell me this sends a heat surge to my belly. I feel every inch of my skin redden—but not in embarrassment—in something else.

I am sheepishly elated.

I try to make light of the situation. "You just told me you want to sleep with me."

A beautiful smile brightens his face. "I did."

I smile back; I draw in my lips and look ahead in pleasant silence.

Out of nowhere he asks, "Could I have a kiss?"

I don't speak. I undo my seat belt and awkwardly bridge the gap between us; carefully I lean onto the arm of his chair and angle my head. Our lips finally meet. He is so warm. His soft mouth suckles mine and he hums when I do it in return.

"Edward," I whisper.

"Yes?" he huskily replies.

"I want to be in bed with you too."

 

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Mrs. White: How did you get started in fan fic?

ss10: Curiosity. I wanted to see if I could write.

MW: What was the first story you read?

ss10: A short story called Attention Wal-Mart Shoppers.

MW: What’s your favorite fan fic story and why?

ss10: There are too many, but if you look into my favorites you may get an idea.

MW: How did you come up with the ideas for your stories?

ss10: For C5-6 it was personal. For Stampede of a Thousand Pulses it was personal. For Oblivious Ill Will it was me trying to turn a cliché into something interesting. For Grave Intentions it was after reading the story Legendary—I wanted to try my hand at something supernatural. For my one shot, Craving Kin – I was out of it – I actually hate that story, but I put it up anyway.

MW: Who is your favorite character to write?

ss10: Whoever. I think you have to enjoy your main characters otherwise your story is at a loss

MW: How did you meet and get your beta?

ss10: I didn’t have a beta until I decided to write Grave Intentions – quotheme offered her services after reading my stuff. I was already a fan, so it was a pretty easy yes.

MW: How does it make you feel when people gush over you and your stories?

ss10: I’m not complaining...

MW: Which Twilight saga book is your favorite? And what’s your opinion on Breaking Dawn?

ss10: I remember reading the end of New Moon and wanting to know terribly if Bella would get to Edward in time. Out of the four, it was the best written.

Breaking Dawn – I got disconnected. I think everyone knows what was wrong with that book—repeating it would just be mind-numbing.

MW: If you could give one piece of advice to a new author what would it be?

ss10: If you’re talking about writing I would say, don’t try to be noble, or exciting, or intellectual when choosing a subject for your story. Go for the heart and then the head… a cliché can work as long as you plan and write effectively.

MW: What is your favorite part about fan fic and the Twilight fandom?

ss10: The fact that you can mess around with the Twilight world and all its characters. I love how people can fill in all those missing pieces, overwrite the stereotypes, and give Bella (and the others) an actual personality. I also love the talent I’ve discovered.

As for the fandom, I’m still an outsider.

MW: What is your favorite ALMOST curse word?

ss10: I don’t curse. I have a soapy mouth.

MW: If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say to you when you arrive at the pearly gates?

ss10: A welcome would be good enough.

*****

Randomness with Mrs. White

MW: If you could be on any reality tv show what would it be and why?

ss10: None thanks. I like watching some talent shows though.

MW: What’s your favorite dessert?

ss10: It changes. I like chocolate. I like tart tasting things. I’m not specific at all.

MW: If you could be any character from one your stories, who would it be and why?

ss10: In terms of personality, I’m most like Bella in Oblivious Ill Will… so maybe it would be easy to be her.

MW: How many purses do you have?

ss10: I don’t know.

MW: Which Disney Princess most closely resembles you and why?

ss10: Lol, none.

MW: Do you ever use any people from real life in your stories? If so, who and how did you choose them?

ss10: Edward in C5-6 was inspired by someone I admire. He’s a friend. I see him a lot. So why not?

MW: What’s your favorite time of day?

ss10: I’m a night owl.

MW: Do you listen to music while you write? Does music inspire your stories in any way?

ss10: I can’t listen to music when I write. It distracts me seeing as I like it loud, music is sometimes too inspiring.

MW: What is the last movie you saw in a theater?

ss10: Toy Story 3 in 3D… my niece enjoyed it; the 3D gave us both a headache though.

MW: What’s your favorite tv show from when you were a child?

ss10: (Don’t judge me) Clarissa Explains it All.

MW: Who is your celebrity crush?

ss10: Tom Hardy. Rob. Weird but, Noel Fielding from The Mighty Boosh, I met him at a local supermarket and we had pleasant conversation whilst waiting in line—he’s charming. And I have a ‘girl crush’ on Florence from Florence and the Machine.

MW: What’s your favorite item on a relish/vegetable tray?

ss10: Baby tomatoes or carrot sticks if there’s humus.

MW: How many days a week do you get full on made up? (Make up, hair, jewelry, perfume, everything!)

ss10: Whenever, but I’m pretty lazy unless there is somewhere special to go.. I’m not opposed to make up like so many girls in the ‘smart and bookish world’ claim to be. I hate it when girls who do wear a full face are proclaimed as ‘fake’ – it’s another form of snobbery in my eyes. My late cousin loved her ‘full face’ and she was the sweetest girl ever.

MW: How did you choose your pen name/username?

ss10: The SS stands for ‘seeking solace’. I guess I like alliteration, and the year was 2010.

MW: What’s your favorite fruit?

ss10: Grapes.

These questions are so random.

MW: You know it. 

Mean Mrs. Mustard finds a Parachute by KitsuShel!

I absolutely love to read fics that involve kids; whether it is Edward and Bella having kids together or finding each other when they already have kids. So, how could I not read a story where Bella finds a boy, after a day of shopping with the girls, in a grubby alley?

I came across Parachute by KitsuShel looking for something new to read that I thought wouldn’t have so much heart fail. The story starts with a prologue in which Bella has a eight year old son and they are pulling up to a house and Bella is unsure if she should actual go through with walking up to the door. It becomes very obvious that the residents of the house are not expecting her and even more so that it has to do with Jack, Bella’s son.

Maybe it was better left alone, she wondered. Jack was her son. There was no way to prepare for what might happen when they knocked on that door. Could she share him? Could she give him up?

One of the main reasons I got hooked to the story is because, even though Bella found Jack when he was three years old, the author didn’t spend ten chapters going through trivial phases of Bella and Jack’s life together. In a few chapters, the author went through five years but showcased the most significant parts of Bella’s time with Jack. Bella graduates from college, gets a children’s book published, and moves on her own with Jack but it wasn’t completely all on her own that she accomplished these things.

The relationship between Charlie and Bella in this fic is awesome. A majority of the stories I read have either a bad relationship between Charlie and Bella or one that they are very distant with each other. Charlie and his second wife, Sue, helped Bella with anything that they could so that Bella could keep Jack.

Of course, once Bella and Jack have nice pace in their lives, Bella’s friend, Angela finds some information on a certain Edward Cullen, who could possibly be Jack’s father.

"What? How? Who? Where?" Bella started firing off, while her heart was beating rapidly. She was both scared and excited by the possibility.

"Well if you give me a moment, I can explain everything," Angela laughed lightly.

"Okay, okay, I'll shut up. Please continue," Bella responded, shakily.

"Alright, I was asked earlier today by Mike Newton to do some research on someone he's interviewing this week, a big business man from Chicago. His name is Edward Cullen. After doing some basic research, I found out some major shit once I dug deeper. Five years ago this coming September, his three year old son, Jackson was kidnapped in Phoenix, Arizona while the wife was visiting her mother. He was never found."

Bella's heart, which had just started to calm down, started beating quickly once again. Something was niggling in her mind about Phoenix. Something sounded familiar, but she couldn't place it.

"So, wait, this is Jack's father? What was he doing in Seattle if he was kidnapped in Phoenix? He told the police that he was with his mother when she left him, did she kidnap him? Oh my God, we can finally figure some of this mess out!" she exclaimed. "What kind of people are they, Ang? Are they going to take him away if we try and contact them?"

The information leading to the disappearance of Jack is so interesting and I don’t want to give away any details of that. The day that Bella finds all this information out, she goes home to do her own research and knows without a doubt that Edward Cullen is Jack’s father; to get even more proof of that fact, Jack wakes up and sees a picture of Edward on Bella’s computer screen.

"Daddy..." he whispered. His head whipped around quickly. Bella couldn't decipher the look on his face. It almost looked like disappointment.

"You found him? And you didn't tell me? Why? Why wouldn't you tell me?" he asked in an accusing tone.

"Jack," she started in a soothing voice, "I just found out earlier today. I was going to tell you as soon as I found out any more information. All I knew was their name and that they live in Chicago."

She noticed his stance loosen and relax. His gaze went back to the picture. After a moment, he gave her a small smile.

"I knew, Ma," he whispered as he touched the screen again. "I knew I'd see him again. You can't give up on love." He turned and looked at her with tears in his eyes.

"You taught me that, Mom." He nodded and rubbed his eyes. "What do we do now?"

God, this part of the chapter killed me! Jack is the sweetest most loving boy to his mother and let me tell you, it isn’t the last time that Jack will stand up and say that Bella is his mother now.

Chapter nine brings right back to the prologue and to the front door of the Cullen’s house. I didn’t know what to expect when someone answered the door but it was a nice surprise. There are currently ten chapters and the last one left me crying, my heart pounding, and a HUGE cliffe! I can’t wait for this one to update.

Mr. Boody goes on The Cullen Campaign!

Good morning, afternoon, or evening all!

The name of the story I have for you today made its way onto my twitter timeline and instantly I was intrigued. It took me a couple of weeks to start it, but once I did, belladonna1472’s The Cullen Campaign, grabbed and held my attention (and not only because Jacob and Alice are married and she still has some sort of “gift” *winks*).

In this story, Bella and Edward are from opposite political parties; he a liberal whose mother is the Speaker of the House of Representatives, and her republican whose father is the Senate Majority Leader. The story starts out with the two running into each other at the train station. They haven’t seen each other in years and have each grown into their bodies and have taken kindly to adulthood. Right off the back there is witty banter, debating, and flirtation.

(Excerpt from Chapter 2)

I fan myself and pretend to be thoroughly overwhelmed. "Wow, there's nothing hotter than seeing a liberal recite a conservative judge by heart."

I'm actually staring at his mouth. I bite my lip, wondering what it would be like to kiss him. He sees my reaction to him and can't help being suggestive.

"You might have to rethink that coffee if you're already hot and bothered, Isabella."

"You did tell me earlier to take my t-shirt off," I reply.

"No," he corrects, "I didn't tell you to. I said you should feel free to. There's a difference. If you want to take your t-shirt off for me, then go ahead."

"I'm sure you'd like that, wouldn't you? Are you imagining me topless again?" I ask. I touch the table that his laptop is resting on. "Aren't you lucky that this table is hiding your lap?"

Edward leans back in his seat, confident that he has the upper hand in this exchange.

"Let me assure you. If there was something interesting under this table, I'd be sure to share it with you."

Oh. That was naughty.

Of course, it wouldn’t be a story without some drama, and things won’t come easy for these two. If you are looking for love at first sight, then this is not the story for you. Both are aware of the dangers that could come along with a relationship. There is a lot of sneaking around.

I don’t know much about politics. I keep up to date, but a lot of the references the author makes go in one ear and out the other. That being said, even with my lack of knowledge this story is still incredibly easy to read. Please don’t let the political aspect turn you off. In fact… let it turn you on. Below I’m going to post two excerpts from the most resent chapter - the first because I couldn’t resist and the second to show you what I mean.

(Excerpt I Chapter 18)

There is something deliciously naughty about not wearing underwear while still being clothed. It's that free feeling of being accessible without outwardly appearing so. Edward resumes his stroking of my thigh. I gasp, knowing he's now free to stroke my pussy. I feel more wetness pool between my legs, and I moan on registering that I've now wet the cotton of my dress.

"I need you so badly," I admit.

I unbutton the top three buttons of my dress, allowing him a peek at my breasts.

"I did not delegate that task to you," Edward admonishes.

Defying his order, I unbutton one more. "But your hands are busy."

I want to hear that commanding tone of his.

"Isabella," he warns, employing said tone.

I smirk, placing my hands back on the tabletop. "Okay, fine. I yield to the Gentleman from California.

(Excerpt II Chapter 18)

"Typical Republican, fighting the passage of a perfectly good measure," he says with a chuckle.

"You know what they say about liberals…"

"What's that?"

"A liberal is a man who leaves the room when a fight starts," I mock. "So fight harder, Cullen."

He laughs. "Or I could just do this…"

He uncrosses my legs and plunges deeply into me again now that I'm more relaxed for him. The relief I feel from letting him take over is wonderful. It really is great to just lie back and let him pleasure me.

"Harder," I demand.

"Like this?" he asks, beginning to pound into me.

"Yes."

I let go of the table. Now that I'm not bracing myself, I really am taking it from Edward. I fist my hair, the pain from pulling on my roots complementing the forceful way he's plunging into me. Lying on a hard surface isn't particularly comfortable but it's a necessary discomfort – if anything, it makes me focus on the good sensations even more.

The Cullen Campaign is exceptionally well written, updates frequently, and extremely creative!

As always, please read and review!

Until next time, Mr. Boody