Mean Mrs. Mustard finds Solace from SydneyAlice!

I was a latecomer to the stories of SydneyAlice, but she will confirm for you that I am slowly working my way through them. I started with Turn the Page, which is excellent, but then she began a new story so I figured I would start reading right from the beginning, and I have to admit… I’m addicted to Solace. It’s one of those stories that I will drop everything to read when I see it updates, and I don’t do that for a lot of stories, just so you know.

The summary ‘Haunted by her past, Bella finds peace through writing. Jaded by his privileged upbringing, Edward finds comfort through music. Can they wrestle their personal demons and find solace in each other?’ doesn’t do nearly enough to explain the wonderful and compelling aspects of this story.

In Chapter 1 we discover that Edward wants nothing to do with the life of excess his sister and brother seem to revel in. Jessica Stanley has her eye on him, but he finds her rather creepy and refuses her advances, as well as those of other girls at the school. When he walks into Senior Honors English, his usual seat is taken by the new girl, Isabella Swan. Of course she didn’t fall for his sweet smile and confident attitude, refusing to move seats and Edward is forced to sit beside her. They were then forced to sit together in Chemistry class, where they were assigned a project to work together that would count for 50% of their grade, so they couldn’t just push it aside. They had to work for it.

When we get a glimpse into Bella’s life, we learn that she has lived through quite a rough turn of events and living with her father in the small town of Forks isn’t exactly something she wanted, but she was dealing with it. She’s uncomfortable dealing with guys, but Edward doesn’t make her as uncomfortable as everyone else does. Her father is an ass who didn’t really want Bella to move in, but Bella felt the urge to give her mother and her new husband a chance at a new life without her, so she is trying to make the best of her life in Forks, but it seems like nothing is working. She writes in her journal, as urged by her therapist, but it’s never her own words. Only those of music or poetry. Of course none of Bella’s issues deter how Edward begins to feel about her… then again, he doesn’t know the truth about her in the early stages of their friendship.

"What the hell are you doing?" I whispered frantically as he climbed in the window. "Are you trying to get shot?"

"Your father fucking loves me," Edward panted as he found his footing and leaned back against the window. "Damn, I'm out of shape."

I rolled my eyes and sat down on the edge of my bed. "What do you want, Edward?"

He tried to catch his breath as he gazed at me intently. "I want to know why you're avoiding me."

"I'm not avoiding you," I lied. He snorted and walked over to the bed – his movements were slow and careful as he sat himself down next to me.

"That's bullshit and you know it," he whispered.

I stared at my hands in my lap. I had no idea what to say and I never in my wildest dreams expected to have to provide answers to him in the sanctity of my bedroom. I wasn't prepared for this – for his probing stare and his soft questions as he sat next to me on my purple comforter. How could I explain to this normal seventeen year old boy that I was anything but normal?

"Hey," Edward whispered gently, and I felt his finger tenderly lift my chin. My eyes found his, and my heart melted when I saw the worry etched on his face. I closed my eyes as his trembling hand slowly cupped my cheek. I held my breath as I waited for the panic that was sure to come, but all I felt was warmth. With the softest of caresses, his fingers trailed across my cheek.

"Don't be afraid," Edward murmured softly.

"I'm not afraid," I whispered.

I opened my eyes and I caught him studying my face, as if he was trying to decide if I was telling the truth. He was so kind and sweet, and I wanted him to know that I was okay. I took a deep breath and lifted my hand, touching his fingers that were cupped gently against my cheek.

"Do you play piano?" I asked quietly.

His forehead creased. "Yeah, why?"

I slowly trailed my fingers along his. "Because you have a musician's hands."

He smiled then. "You're really not afraid?"

"I'm not afraid."

I could see it in his eyes. He was dying to ask why he was different. But he didn't ask, and I was grateful, because I had no real answer for him. All I knew was that he was the first guy in over a year whose touch didn't send me spiraling into a panic, and he was the very first guy who had ever touched me so gently and sweetly, as if I was made of porcelain and would break in his hands. My emotions were that fragile, but my body…my body had yearned for his touch since that day in the parking lot. Just the fact that he could touch me was enough to make me curious, but I was still scared by my reactions to him. I shouldn't want his touch, but I did, and I was shocked by how much I had craved it.

Edward and Bella’s relationship changes quickly when Bella faces some life altering situations (I’m not gonna tell you, you need to read the damn story people) and before long they find themselves living under the same roof and sneaking in as much time together as they can. They are realistic teenagers, facing life changing issues and handling them as best as they can, which makes Solace a very interesting and compelling story.

And seriously, if you haven’t read anything by SydneyAlice before, get on it.

Mr. Boody wants you to Picture This by Auburn.One!

Today I want to recommend for you to read Picture This by Auburn.One. I would consider it to be a simple story that is just refreshing and fun. I'll admit it's not my typical read, but only after reading the first chapter I was oh so satisfied that I had chanced upon it.

Let us see how AO summarizes Picture This: Edward is a reluctant celebrity, Bella a closeted photographer assigned to bring him to life. EPOV mostly, AU / AH / OOC

See.... Simple.

But what she doesn't tell you is that there are twists and turns all though out her posted chapters that keep you coming back for more. I love plot, writing style, and a story line that just... different.

"Edward?" she prodded. "Are you coming?"

Coming? Was she kidding me? "Do I have to?" I asked, trying to sound bored rather than frantic.

"Well, if you don't like the photos, you'll need to tell me," she said.

"In that case, lead the way," I said, hoping that while I was following her I could get myself under control.

She turned on her heel and walked to a small room in the corner and turned on a computer. She plugged her camera into the USB port and stood at the desk, scrolling through the pictures. By now, I just had a slight bulge in the pants area, which could be misconstrued as simply a lucky gene pool rather than arousal.

It did not help matters at all that she had such a pretty little heart-shaped ass which was easily seen while she leaned over the desk.

"What do you think?" she asked, turning her head to catch me staring at her rear end. "Edward?" she said, sounding miffed.

"I like them," I said, and added under my breath, "As much as I can like pictures of myself."

At that moment, the picture of my sad face came up. For some reason I said, "Stop." I studied the picture and was amazed that she'd captured me so clearly. Usually my pictures were somehow a pathetic excuse, an obviously faked portrayal of me – a slightly distorted version of Edward. This sad one was accurate. It looked like me, looking in the mirror.

"Can you scroll back a bit?" I asked, curious if they all looked this way.

She obliged me and I realized that her photos were all true to life. I was intensely curious as to what the sex pictures looked like.

And that's just in chapter one. The way she builds the UST is simply yummy. The flow of her story-telling is simply effortless. And the way she writes her lemons is... simply sexy.

I felt a little thrill pass through me at her more aggressive move, and I moved a little quicker with my hips. Her fingers clenched against me and she forced her hips up toward me. I heard another small whimper from her, and her lips became more urgent on mine. At the same time, I could feel her spread her legs wider, curving her hips up more toward mine, until I felt like I was that much deeper inside of her.

She was beautiful – her eyes dark, her hair a wild flame behind her, her hands demandingly and urgently asking for more from me.

So I gave what I had.

My lips caressed her, occasionally burrowing my face down between her shoulder and head to suck on her skin when I couldn't breathe. When she pushed against me, I circled my hips against hers. Our bodies were tightly pressed together, moving relentlessly toward release, and then she hissed in my ear, "Don't stop."

I couldn't. I wouldn't.

YES! That's C H A P T E R ONE people! Seriously. You should go read this. I'm normally not a fan of fluff fics, but AO pulled me in and I could not-would not-did not stop reading this.

It's simple...Trust me.

Mrs. Peacock goes For Etemity by monksmama!

I’m so fickle when it comes to fiction here lately, that I find it hard to catch a story that really grabs my attention. So for this week, I went digging in my old favorites pile, and came out with For Eternity by monksmama. Now…This fic…has been abandoned. Don’t throw rocks at me yet! I’m hoping, by rec’ing and sending people her way she’ll decide to continue.

This story starts out with a beautiful introduction letter from ‘Eve’. The author of a fantastic series of books based on…you guessed it. The lovely Cullens. The trick is, it’s written many years after the story originally happened. Intriguing, yes? Eve starts us off with a wonderful, yet tearful, warning:

My story is not a happy one. My memories will bring you no comfort. Even now, however many years later, pain always surprises me. How it knows no bound of species, no restraints of time or place, how it can consume so thoroughly anything in its path and take root in the very base of a heart.

For eternity.

At least my pain is not alone. Nestled just as deeply as the pain is a love that knows no bounds, no restraint, no passage of time.

A Love for eternity.

She’s found a way to put her feelings out there, tell her story, while keeping her identity, as well as theirs, a complete secret. If you haven’t guessed by now, Eve is the ever-charming Bella Swan. Whatever she’s gone through is horrid, and I feel for her with every word she writes. But you know that the Cullens are going to eventually pick this book up, accidentally or on purpose, and to my amusement, Jasper is the first.

It is supposed to be a novel, a fiction, an amusing way to pass the time. Not my usual genre by any means, but the attention it had received piqued my interest. It is supposed to be a best seller, a prize winner, a fantasy.

To my increasing horror, it is none of these things.

It is a history, a message, it is horrifically authentic.

I drop the book to the floor. More accurately it slips from my hands and crashes to the floor. I was powerless to prevent it. No matter how long the decent to the place under my desk. A feat to accomplish all things considered.

That alone is enough for my wife to take pause. But, it is the tidal wave of emotion that crashes through my careful control that sends her sprinting at lightning speed to my library door.

Is it really, could it possibly be her? Who else could it be? How did we not know? How did Alice not see? Have the others really not already seen it? It's everywhere.

How can I tell her, them, him? Oh god, how can I tell him? 

He does, of course, and after much shock and unshed tears, they begin to seek her out. The POV flips between Eve and the Cullens, Eve fighting to keep herself hidden, afraid of her past while the Cullens want nothing more than to find her again. It’s a beautiful tug of war. The story is so well written I’m amazed with it, and if you love it, review it. Maybe she’ll see fit to pick it up again.

Wishing a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY to our "boss lady", TwiOthGirly

Happy Birthday TwiOthGirly

Birthdays once a year do come, a fun day filled with joy.

We thought we'd wish a happy one, and give to you a boy.

When we tried to pick just one, our little brains did ache.

For it's not only one man, but many we wish to hide in your cake.

So, we narrowed the list, two lucky guys to make you swoon today.

And we hope you enjoy some silly grins, and some muscles all ripple-ay.

So feel free to moan and dream and lick, when you gaze upon their pics.

We won’t tell that we really know you're really thinking of their.....

Our fearless leader, who takes our crap, and loves us anyway.

We wish for you a magical, mythical, vamp-tastic, sparkly birthday!

Love always and forever!!!

Mrs. Robward and beegurl13

  Nikki, 

I hope you have a super, fabulous day filled with both birthday and holiday goodness, with a side of Rupert Grint!

Happy Birthday & Happy Turkey Day! 

Love, CPW

Nikki-

I don't have a picture, or a video, because I'm not creative enough to make one up. So I'll settle for a nice little blurb. I was going to try and be ensightful, and when I was browsing for quotes, that went right out the window, but what I found is perfect:

"Promise me you'll always remember: you're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think." Christopher Robin to Pooh.

You're a wonderful person and I'm so, so glad to know you. It's a rarity for me to find someone I can connect with as I do you. Much love,

Andrea

In order to honor the boss lady on her birthday I fukking decided what better way to show what she means to me then a bit of Mr. Green original fukking poetry… that’s right ladies just when you thought there was nothing more to expect from Mr. Green. He’s going to woo you once again with his lyrical genius shitte.

From the back of your throat to the tips of your toes.

Mr. Green goes where no man knows.

He slides between your breasts and shoots his load.

You’d lick it up if you had a tongue like a toad.

Hope it was exactly what you’ve come to expect from Mr. Fukking Green. Happy Birthday Boss Lady. May it be grand and dirty like a great Martini. I'll be drinking a few thinking of you with you guessed it I'm sure GREEN fukking olives.

You'll think about me lots won't you,

Mr. Green

Happy 24th Birthday to my partner in mischief and mayhem throughout the streets of NYC! Here’s to more outings with the girls, nights at the bar minus trying to beat up a bar skank, cocoritas, concerts with rioting teenagers ( well maybe not the rioting teens) and my pervy commentaries at future Twi events!! Oh and can’t forget you using my boobs to gain some perks... hehehehe! Hoping this year will bring bigger and better for you minus the dramatics!! Happy Happy Birthday darling!!! ( Thanks to Maria for the help with this post!)

Love ya doll... <3 Jess

PS: Click here for a fun memory!

I've heard that true friends are the ones that are there when the going gets tough, and honey, through the good, the bad, the beautiful, the ugly and down right rock bottom, you have been there for me. I couldn't think of a better way to spend my Thanksgiving eve than to be sitting in front of my computer and putting this piece together for you. Why? Because if it brings you even a hint of the happiness you bring into my life than it was well worth it. 

I hope by way of your birthday you get everything you want, happiness, and so much more. Don't waste a minute of the 1,440 dedicated just to you and remember, you have another 365 days, to start again. Use them wisely, make mistakes, but never forget that you are loved. 

Friend from the Stars

Ever since, we met that day,
On that rock, in the Milky Way.
Our friendship blossomed, like a rose,
We suddenly became, very close.

Trust and support; mutually rely,
Lessons learned, we did apply.
Experiences taught, courses on life,
Mistakes were often, common and rife.

Looking back makes me smile,
You’ve always displayed, plenty of style.
On this day, when you were born,
The sky was filled, with stars adorn. By: Martin Dejnicki 

Happy Birthday Day, Nik! I love you.

K <3

Mrs. White finds out What are the Chances by danieller123!

Thanksgiving... So many things in fanfic land to be thankful for. I'm thankful for authors that reply to my reviews. I'm thankful for chapter updates that pretty up my inbox. I'm thankful for smokin' hot lemons that give me ideas of things to do with Neighbor Guy. I'm thankful for Angry Edwards, for Sweet Edwards, for Sexy Edwards, for Manwhore Edwards, for Musician Edwards, for Cursing Edwards... We should really just change the name of this holiday to Edward Day. It fits, right?

Something else I'm thankful for is a good story that pulls me in and refuses to let me go. What Are the Chances by danieller123 is exactly that kind of story, and I couldn't be more grateful for it.

Edward is a young, single man, idly watching his life pass him by. He's not particularly happy, though there's nothing terrible about his life, either. He's average, normal, predictable...boring. That all changes one day as he's jogging down the street. There's a little girl, a dirty face and dirtier yard, and every day he nods as she waves. It's nothing special until the day he trips, and she offers him a Band-Aid. Thus begins a friendship between an adult man and a 10 year old little girl. Where that goes will consume you. Is Edward really the one Bella has been wishing for? How will Edward deal with his feelings as Bella grows into a young woman before his own eyes? Will Edward and Bella be able to make it work, or will Tanya and James stand in the way? And honestly, has my mind ever been so bent and warped by a story?

I love this story. It's very short, only 22 chapters and just over 11,000 words in total, but it will have you gasping and running for the next chapter. Danieller123 writes this story so beautifully...it's so incredible, it will make your heart ache. The amount of angst she has pumped into this tiny story is astounding, and I found myself desperately wanting more as each chapter ended. The thing that really got me with this story is the element of the unknown. There are so many variables that are coming in to play here, and each chapter is just a little snippet in time. My imagination was going crazy trying to fill in the gaps, but I just couldn't do it. Danieller123 has created an exquisite story that you will not be able to put down. Lucky for you, it's complete. I can't even tell you how many times my friends and I tweeted about what we'd just read, screaming at the top of our lungs about what a character had done, or said. The plot line is fantastic, the angst is top notch, and the emotion is like nothing you've ever experienced. I think danieller123 has woven a tail that is complex, exciting, unpredictable, and shocking. Believe me...you won't be able to quit this one. And when it's all over and done, you'll be so twisted over it that you won't know what hit you.

Do yourself a favor and read What Are the Chances. If you've read some of danieller123's other stories, like Under the Apple Tree, then you know what I'm talking about. ;D Now, off to drop the kiddies over at Mr. White's house. I got's me a free weekend all to myself. Wonder what I'll do? Oh, who am I kidding? There are so many incredible fan fic stories out there, I'll probably never leave my bed, which will come in rather handy when neighbor knocks on my door later... Now, let the holiday read-fest begin!!

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I have my shoes. I have the pavement. My usual path. Plenty of time. I have left early this morning. The problem. An empty porch. No sign of Bella. My insides sink to my toes. All of the debris, trash and clutter is still here. But no wave. No innocent eyes. No hopeful smile.

I see the curtain move.

My hands move faster than my mind. I reach over and unlatch the gate. I move to the steps and to the door. The handle is locked. I knock and pound, but nothing. I kick the frame in frustration. Down the steps and I see it. Red ribbon. I bend to pick it up. Torn and tattered. A small clump of chestnut hair still in between the knot, forming the bow.

I am climbing over piles of things. I am scraping my legs. I am bruising myself as I attempt to get to the side of the house. To the back. Over piles and piles of stuff. Just stuff. Buckets and shovels and plastic containers and trash and an old boat and tools and stuff just fucking stuff.

There is a basement door. Locked. I struggle back through the piles and blocked path until I find all the tools. I grab three that have promise. And if I had an extra piece of toast today for breakfast, took two minutes longer to brush my teeth, tripped, not set my alarm clock fifteen minutes earlier than my usual routine required…

I never would have found her.

I never would have known.

She would just be the girl on the porch that I thought was dirty, yet beautiful. Felt sad for her, but never knew that she was truly being hurt. Not neglected, but hurt. My hands have never hurt so badly. Hit so hard. I have never heard a child cry so much or cling to me so tightly. My heart has never raced so fast.

These sneakers have never been more useful, as they run away from that house.

Mean Mrs. Mustard finds herself Captive of a Bartender by AcrossTheSkyInStars!

Happy Tuesday! Only two more days until turkey day (and a certain Boss Lady’s birthday *coughs* Miss Scarlett)!

Last night I was looking at my fic list, trying to decide what story to rec this week and couldn’t choose between the fics that I’m currently reading. So, I picked up my handy “Read” notebook and decided to go way back to one of the first one-shot’s I ever read, Captive of a Bartender by AcrossTheSkyInStars. Reading the first few lines made a rush of memories come to me and pretty much made my night.

I threaded my fingers through my hair, imagining the way it looked against the dark wood as I lay atop the bar, music pumping wildly around me.

"Mmm, collarbone," Rose mumbled, dipping her tongue low into the crevice where the salt had been spread. I tilted my head away, allowing her access to my throat as she licked a line up it, snickering playfully in my ear.

I could feel the thumping bass rumbling the surface I was laying on, welcoming the vibrations as my arousal heightened ten-fold. Rose quickly withdrew from my chest, flitting down to my belly button to suck out the dangerously delicious liquid. As she drank it down my back arched, pushing her mouth further against my stomach to feel the contact I was craving. After savouring the burn she hurried to my mouth, her soft lips barely brushing against mine as she bit into the lime I was holding between my teeth.

I felt the juices flowing between us, the lime shriveling as we both tasted its sour flavour. Rose kept the lime in her mouth as her lips left mine, my breathing accelerated from the heat permeating the crowded bar.

Yeah, don’t act like you’ve never been to Mexico with your best friend and haven’t done body shots off of her. And no, this fic is not girl on girl action.

Bella and Rose are on vacation, obviously enjoying their time drinking at the bar. After seeing Rose and Bella’s interaction, a bartender becomes hot and bothered with Bella and decides to do something about it.

"Make me a promise," I whispered, taking both my hands to his shirt and trying again with fervour to get it off. He let me go and pulled it over his head, every single muscle imaginable perfectly defined and evenly tanned.

"I promise to fuck you until dawn," he vowed, his voice unwavering. I whimpered, planting my hands firmly on his abdomen as I shoved him back against the wall, hearing the crash of a portrait as it fell to the ground and shattered. Edward lifted me again like he had at the bar, cupping each cheek in his hands as he pulled me from the ground, turning on a dime to press me to the cold wall.

"Once that pathetic excuse for a pair of shorts comes off," he groaned, sinking my body down as he rocked his hips forward, "I'll fulfill my promise." I kicked my flip flops off behind his back, rubbing my heels along his ass as I silently begged for him to fuck me already. "And when I'm done," he continued, edging his face closer to mine, dragging his nose from my jaw to my temple, "you'll beg for more."

"Then show me," I quietly whimpered, barely able to sputter the words before taking his bottom lip between my teeth. "Make me beg." I was met with another push of his hips into me, still feeling the hardness of Edward as he brushed it against the apex between my thighs.

And boy does Edward fulfill his promise. This is great, hot, smutty one-shot that will get you going.

Go. Read. Enjoy! Don’t forget to review!

Mr. Boody has a Swansong by faithunbreakable!

Good morning, afternoon, or evening all. I hope you are enjoying your Monday and will continue to join us here at P.I.C this Thanksgiving (for some) week.

Two chapters. That’s how many is in the story I’m recommending for you today, Swansong by faithunbreakable, and it hasn’t been updated since September! So why recommend? With the hope of getting the author to give us some word about what is going on with this so-far fantastic J/B non-canon.

With that being said, two chapters doesn’t give me a lot to go on, so I’ll do the best I can.

This AU New Moon, grabbed my attention from the start. The author’s writing style was very impressive. While at first I felt like I was reading something chopped and screwed, I quickly grasped the tone of which the story was taking.

You’re taken through the time after Edward left Bella in the woods – what she was feeling, what she went through, etc. Then you come to the cliff dive and everything changes. Bella turns her back and walks away. She doesn’t apply for college, she graduates high school and much to Charlie’s dismay, takes off to “find” herself or whatever it is she’s looking for. You get to see her through her travels, her feelings never wavering too far in any direction.

Then… something happens. She starts having “vampire visions” or as she would call it “vampires aren’t only psychics 2.0”. Vampire after vampire comes, seeking “Swan”. Each one asks one question, she answers, and they go on their way – leaving Bella content and with her life. That is until Peter and Charlotte show up to take her “home” and Bella finally feels like she’s found her place.

During her third week there, the door gets pushed open around midnight and a hush falls over the place, interrupted only by nervous jitters. She'd smile at how all the big, bad criminals suddenly act like prey, if she could find anything even remotely funny in it. She just keeps preparing drinks, three beers, two Patron shots, one whiskey on the rocks. Double, because Marty likes his drinks like that.

She's pretty sure she's the only one in the joint still moving, apart from the newcomer. She puts the drink down in front of Marty and keeps her hands busy until he speaks. "Swan."

He's far too close, leaning over the bar, right in her face. He's half a mile beyond six feet, built in a way that would make Emmett think twice and he wants something from her.

Everyone does.

She looks up, dishrag and glass stilling in her hands. "Yeah."

BobbyB, her boss, comes waddling towards her. She ignores him and tells the red-eyed vampire, "Ask your question."

"Antone Piaggo. Is he dead?"

Coven blood feud. Nasty stuff. Been going on for almost two hundred years. She nods. "Pile of ashes."

The vampire nods once, curtly, and spins on his heel, leaving. Slowly, movement around her picks up again but she keeps feeling eyes like daggers in her back. She looks at BobbyB, who's frowning at her.

"Want me to quit?" She knows this scene all too well.

He spins once on his axis, taking in the place, the people. Then he shakes his head. "Nah."

The next chapter is Peter’s, you get to see him through his vampire life, from the time Jasper turned him, to the wars, the period in time that he met Charlotte. You find that over a hundred years, he’s been waiting on the girl called “Swan”, but I won’t say any more than that. *grins mischievously* You’ll have to read and see for yourself the many intriguing things that go on in dear Peter’s (my favorite FFn character) lifetime. I leave you with one final quote on Pete;

“He knows shit.”

As always, please read and review.

Until next time, Mr. Boody

Sports Week comes to an end with Miss Scarlet and The Misapprehension of Bella Swan Regarding the Inferior Intellect of Hockey Whores!

Looks like we have come to the final round of our Sports Week on the Corner! I hope you enjoyed it all.

For the final installment I’m bringing you probably one of the most popular sports fics from probably one of the most popular authors in the fandom. And also one of the longest titles I’ve possibly seen.

The Misapprehension of Bella Swan Regarding the Inferior Intellect of Hockey Whores by HunterHunting or MoBS in certain circles. If the title didn’t let you in on what this is about lets look at the summary; Edward Cullen is an anomaly as far as Bella Swan is concerned, defying all her preconceived notions about the whorishness of hockey players. Through incessant stalking and persistence, can Edward wears down Bella's resistence and teaches her to embrace her inner hockey hooker? A ridiculous love story.

This story is where a wonderful HockeyWard lives. Bella is the step sister of Emmett, a professional Hockey player. She has an idea of how hokey players are based on him. They are all just dumb and only looking for one thing, sex.

When her filter-less mom and stepdad take her to one of Emmett’s games and she gets an unexpected reaction when she sees the green eyed hockeyward on the ice. The aggressiveness sets something off inside her:

The guy's helmet crashes into the plexi-glass and the cage saves his face from the same fate. I am frozen as green eyes--they are so damn green, like steamed broccoli, al dente, not overcooked--meet mine. It's only for a second and then he is gone and I watch in fascination as the two men struggle to pull off their gloves. There are helmets flying and I realize that's actually very dangerous because they have blades on their feet and no helmets on their heads.

Everyone is screaming, so I figure why the hell not? I start pounding on the plexi-glass, but it kinda hurts so I settle for yelling, but then I decide no one can really hear me so I stop and just watch the drama unfold.

One guy definitely has an advantage and I realize it's the guy with the al dente broccoli eyes. I get a glimpse of his shirt and the name Cullen is written on the back. So this is the magic man? Huh. I can't really see his face at all because it's being buried under a fist, but I can certainly admire the dark hair that catches the light and shimmers red. Really, shimmering hair? I roll my eyes at myself and enjoy the show, wishing I had a bag of popcorn or maybe a hotdog to eat.

It's over quickly, though, and the refs are suddenly in the middle of it calling out penalties. Cullen is pissed, and not like mildly pissed, raging like a lunatic pissed. He glides across the ice and practically throws himself into the time out place or penalty bench, or whatever the hell it's called, throwing his helmet against the wall behind him and picking it up just to do it again.

He sits down on the bench; his face is red and his lips are mashed into a thin line as the ref chews him out. I can see him huffing away, the obvious desire to jump out the box and beat the other guy to a bloody pulp versus the desire to serve his time and get back into the actual game weighing heavily. He stays put and I feel a tug on my arm as Phil motions for me to sit down. I back into my seat, mindlessly taking the beer Phil has given me and I realize I am mildly turned on by the violence in this game. Hockey might be a bit more interesting than I originally anticipated.

I don’t want to give the whole story away because it isn’t that long and it is so hilariously funny but I will name a few things. One, Bella has an obsession with Edward’s….member. Yes, it is so much that his cock is a superhero to her. Two, Bella has a stuffed beaver. You’ll get it.

This story brings the funny, the sexy, and the tears. And how does this fit into sports week? Well Edward is one of the best hockey players in the game.

Now go read some of this and laugh your asses off.

I must pass out at some point because I have the best dream; Bella lets me have sex with her boobs while she's wearing her Blackhawks bikini. I open my eyes to the sound of giggling and then the flash of a camera. What the hell?

"Bella?" I blink blearily as I regain consciousness and slowly become coherent again. Bella's got her lower lip between her teeth, her lips curled up in what is definitely a devious smile. I narrow my eyes at her. "What are you up to?"

That question is rewarded with more snickering and a very cute but worrisome snort. "You're snuffie is a super hero," she bursts out into a fit of laughter.

I look down at my semi-hard cock. "What the fuck? Are those googly eyes?" I stare at my emasculated dick in shock.

Bella nods excitedly. I have no idea how I've managed to sleep through this; my dick is wearing a cape, it has googly eyes stuck to the head in such a way that the hole at the tip look like a mouth, and has she . . .

"Did you draw a mustache on my dick?" I ask incredulously.

"I did; I wanted him to be French," Bella pets my dressed up dick and then fixes the cape it's wearing, smoothing it out.

My dick is a French Superhero. That's fantastic. "French?" I ask as I try not to react to the fact that she's touching my dick at the moment because this is fucking weird.

I am curious as to why my dick is decidedly French, and I can't contain my desire to understand her convoluted logic. Bella has some very strange ideas about how things work in this world.

"Yeah, he's suave, you know, like a French dude? He's always romantic and says the sweetest things." Bella gives my dick an affectionate stroke and then leans over and kisses the tip of it-below the Super Dick's drawn on mustache.

"Um, Bella, my dick doesn't talk," I tell her, wondering if maybe I'm still asleep and this is simply a very strange dream.

However, the up and down motion of her hand on my cock makes it obvious that I am definitely awake.

She rolls her eyes at me. "I know he doesn't talk in real life, but he does in my dreams, and he has a French accent."

Of course, because dreaming about my dick as a Superhero isn't strange enough. No, he's got to have an accent.

"Once, I dreamt he was wearing a tuxedo and we went to prom," Bella tells me as she continues to rub him. "You know, kind of like Clark Kent and Superman? The prom penis even had glasses."

I'm losing focus. I'm still shocked because Bella has dressed my cock up, but her hand feels really nice, and she's leaning forward as though she's about to kiss him again. She does. This is so fucking bizarre. And suddenly it's starting to get really fucking painful.

"What the . . ." I sit up and groan as my shaft engorges with more blood thanks to Bella's dick pets. The cape is too tight and it's cutting of the circulation to the head of my Super Penis. "Bella, it's tied too tight," I tell her.

I start to panic. I'm only about three-quarters of the way hard and my dick isn't even close to finished swelling.

"What?" Bella looks at her hand, wrapped around my shaft under the little cape my cock is wearing.

"The cape, it's tied to tight! You need to get it off," I tell her, trying to push her hands away. Maybe if she stops touching me I won't get any harder and the throbbing pain won't get any worse.

"Oh! Oh God! I'm suffocating Super Cock!" She frantically tries to pull at the string she's tied into a little bow.

Sports Week! Mrs. White goes into the ropes with nobloodnofoul and Shadowboxer!

Edward’s come in all shapes, sizes, types, and experience levels. That’s what I love about fan fiction – there’s something for everyone. I was very excited about the idea of a Sports Week here on PIC, because I’ve been an Athletic Edward Supporter through so many different stories. Mostly what I was looking forward to was telling you all about one of my favorite fan fiction stories, which features one of the most amazing Edward’s I’ve ever read – Fightward.

In Shadowboxer by nobloodnofoul, Edward is an underground fighter living a dangerous, and somewhat lonely, life. He spends his days training for his next big match, and his nights trying to recover from his days. After being set up to fight his biggest rival, James Hunter, Edward is attacked at the gym where he works out, and left for dead. Lucky for him, gym owner and Edward’s trainer, Emmett, has hired a new girl—Bella Swan. When she finds Edward unconscious in the locker room, she feels drawn to him for some unknown reason, and the urge to help him to undeniable.

I ran my hands over his back and then up his extended arm. He groaned and I pulled my hand away. He felt warm and tingly, like there was a current just humming under his flesh. His back was littered with baseball size bruises.

“Are you alright?”

He didn’t answer me but made to push himself up off the concrete floor. Before he got very far his elbows gave out and he fell back down. I groaned then, because that shit just looked painful.

“Sir, can you tell me your name? Can you tell me what happened?”

Of course, no answer.

It took a lot of my strength to roll him over but when I did I almost fainted. There was just too much blood. Jesus, he was cut up everywhere. Nasty thick bruises were forming on his ribs and chest. He had them ribboning around his shoulders and neck. His left eye was swollen almost completely shut and a deep gash over the eyebrow with another cut on the apple of his cheek. Small cuts about an inch long were sporadically placed around his torso. His mouth was caked with blood and I had a feeling he might have knocked a few teeth loose or at least cut up the inside of his mouth. His lower lip was plump and split in two places.

Jesus, somebody did a number on you buddy.

I leaned down and placed my ear next to his nose and mouth and listened to his breathing. Then I checked his pulse. He was breathing fine, maybe a little shallow and rough but his lungs seemed to be okay. His pulse was steady and strong. I looked over and saw a black shirt lying on the bench over the duffel. Snatching it and smelling it I decided it was clean. I rocked forward onto my knees and slipped my arms under his and around to his back.

Damn, you’re heavy.

With all the strength I could possibly muster I pulled him up into a sitting position and managed to get the shirt on him. He groaned again and one of his arms snaked around my waist.

“Hey? Can you hear me?” I asked softly. I was right next to his ear and I’m sure his head was going to be pounding after the beating it took.

“What happened?” He was wheezing and I knew that had to hurt.

“I don’t know. I just found you like this. Can you tell me your name?”

“Edward.”

“Alright Edward, lets get you out of here and put back together.”

“No hospital.”

“But you need help…”

“No. No hospital.”

Bella takes Edward back to his apartment and nurses him back to health. From there, they begin to form a relationship initially based on lust and desire, and eventually turning into something raw, honest, and beautiful. Each of them are quickly overwhelmed by the consuming feelings flowing between them, but are unable to deny what they know is right. Edward continues to put himself in danger by fighting, and the two of them have to learn how to balance the need they have for one another with the responsibilities they have to the people around them, as well as to each other. As the story develops, we also learn that each of them are harboring secrets and pasts that threaten to ruin the newfound happiness they are sharing. Will Edward be able to keep James from claiming Bella as his prize? How many times will Bella let her mouth get her into trouble? Will Edward be able to understand Bella’s past and the horror she’s been through? And honestly, what in the world is going on in Bella’s truck at night?

Not only is the story line in Shadowboxer interesting and exciting, but it’s also hot. And I’m not just talking about nice, fun, smutty lemons…I’m talking sticky, sweaty, animalistic and all consuming smexin’ that will leave you panting and wishing for your own Fightward. When I initially read this story over a year ago, there was one chapter that captivated me, and to this day it’s one of my favorite lemons in fan fic.

“Get on my back.”

She scrambled onto me, her arms wrapping around my neck once more and her legs hooking around my waist. I could feel the heat of her through the bathing suit and it made my stomach clench in anticipation. Once we were in shallow water, she let go of me and pushed herself away. I looked over my shoulder at her; she was smiling sweetly and floating on her back. Dozens of thoughts pushed themselves into my mind, all of which had to do with how I was going to get that bathing suit off her.

“Come here, Bella.”

“No.”

“Bella…I’ve just had a very hard day, and I want you to come here.”

“No.”

I inched closer to her and she deftly moved away like a magnet pushing at a matching end. The irritation I felt now was all at her.

“Bella…” My voice was low and I almost flinched from the annoyance in it. She noticed and she grinned. I felt the tension rise in my back.

“You’ll have to catch me first.”

Before I could answer her, she turned and dove under the water. I watched as her warped form swam under the surface of the ripples and reached the edge of the pool at the deep end. The fact that I was going to have to swim back out there actually made me angry. I pushed off the floor and made my way to the spot where she was waiting. Except she was gone. I looked around the pool to find it empty. Then I felt the water dripping over my head. I looked up to see her standing on the diving board.

“Bella, are you sure that’s a good idea?” My original anger had been replaced with a little anxiety.

She just narrowed her eyes at me and lowered herself to sit on the edge of the long plank.

“Bella that thing is really springy, be careful.”

I smirked at her and she retaliated by pulling down the strap on her right shoulder. I gaped at her and she raised an eyebrow at me. I pulled myself out of the pool and stalked over to the edge of the diving board. I took the steps slowly, careful not the bounce the board or cause her to fall. Once I reached her, she held up her hand and I slowly pulled her up to stand with me. I pulled down the other strap and spun her so that she was facing the pool and I had my back to it. Falling to my knees on the rough surface, I pulled her suit down to her ankles.

Yeah, right knee is definitely still sore but this is so worth it.

“Lift up your left leg and put it on the bar.”

I heard her sharply take in a breath as she complied. My eyes sought hers out. I knew that we were in a public place, she could be seen at any second, I wanted to know if she was okay with this. I was sure as shit turned on.

“It’s cold.” Her eyes were apologetic and hooded. She was just as turned on as I was.

“Let me fix that.”

Shadowboxer is a story that will leave you cheering, swooning, fuming, and crying. It’s one of the best sports stories out there, especially with how the background of the entire story is built around athletics. If you haven’t experienced it yet, do yourself a favor and get to know this Fightward. Seriously, even after his hotness knocks you out, you’ll be left begging for more. And just think, I didn’t even mention the fruity lovin’ in the kitchen…


Mrs. White: Hey nobloodnofoul, thanks for inviting me to this fight thing. It looks like fun.

nobloodnofoul: Hi Mrs. White. I'm glad you came. I hate coming to these things alone. I just look creepy sitting here drooling by myself.

MW: **hee-hee** Look, I think the boys here like me already. They gave me this book with all of their pictures in it. I mean, it almost looks like a program.

nbnf: Yeah, I'm not allowed to have those anymore. **looks around** But if they give you an extra...

MW: Totally, I got ya covered. Hey do they sell booze in this place?

nbnf: Yeah. **flags down waiter** My friend needs a drink and I need a refill on my Disarrono and Dr. Pepper please.

MW: Nice, how about an extra slutty Bloody Mary. I do love my liquor. So, how did you get started in fan fic?

nbnf: I got started just like a lot of people did. I read the books and hated Breaking Dawn. Once I got onto FFnet it was like opening Pandora’s box.

MW: Sweet. That reminds me of Nirvana, though I think that was Heart Shaped Box... Yeah, I noticed all the songs in the chapters for this story. That was great.

nbnf: Thanks, I really only meant to do the first chapter, to kinda explain the title but then I got so many reviews on the song that I just kept doing it.

MW: Fun. Hey, how did the bikini girl with the number sign get that job? I could totally do that better than she is.

nbnf: Pffft, I don’t think you wanna know how she got that job... but then again...

MW: Wow, scandalous. So, what’s the first story you read?

nbnf: Bella Hale. I read that story and was in love with the characters. To this day, that story is still not finished and I think I read it almost two years ago. She updated Bella Hale a few weeks ago and promised to finish the story in a few days but that hasn’t happened. **lol** I still love that story.

MW: Oh yeah, I know that feeling, but these pretty fighting boys are making me feel better.

nbnf: **giggles into her drink** Yeah, if you're having a bad day, coming here and watching these guys take out your aggression for you is amazing.

MW: Yeah, it is nice. So, who is your celebrity crush?

nbnf: Jake Gyllenhal. Two words: Donnie Darko. The scene where he's under hypnosis and trying to take his pants off to masturbate.... yeah. Let's leave it there.

MW: **stares off into space** And apparently I need to make a trip to the local video store cause that boy is smokin hot.

nbnf: **sigh** Yes, yes he is.

MW: Oh goodness... **sighs** So, um...what’s your favorite fan fic story and why?

nbnf: I honestly can’t answer this question. I have so many favorites I would feel awful for saying one and not another. I like a LOT of fanfic mainly because my life is so hectic right now the only time I seem to get to unwind is when I stop for five minutes to smoke and read on my phone. If I could come here and see this everyday, I might not need fanfic at all

MW: Ain't that the truth. Well, what fun stuff are you reading now? Anything good?

nbnf: Well, there are a few things I have on alert. Two of my favorites right now are Surviving Bella by Savage7289 and Pistols and Petticoats by saltire884.

MW: Ohhhhhh, my friend just got me hooked on Pistols and Petticoats!! I am in love with Comancheward... Course, he's still not your Fightward, but really...that's hard to top.

nbnf: Seriously, I freaking swoon at her Edward. I love the plot of Surviving Bella. It's realistic and keeps you on your toes. Well, maybe not how he was employed before the story, but everything after that is

MW: Hmmmm, I might have to check that one out. So, how did you come up with the idea for your story/stories?

nbnf: Usually random story ideas will hit me from time to time and if I’m smart I write them down or put them into my phone for later. I – like so many other authors – have a ton of ideas that I will probably never get to write out into stories but they’re fun to have and to play with. Looks at guys fighting and wiggles eyebrows

MW: So true, so true. I'll teach you to fishtail my hair while they're waiting for that guy to get up off the mat. So there’s a little blood… Wimp.

nbnf: Dude tell me about it. I can't wait for the next round

MW: Yeah, the guys getting warmed up look pretty. I mean, they look pretty good out there, yeah, that's what I meant.

nbnf: Uh huh, is that why you're pushing your chest out? Hey, I think the tall one over there is looking.

MW: Oh no, that's just my corset making my boobs look so awesome. Happens all the time. So, tell me, who is your favorite character to write?

nbnf: I love writing Edward. I like making Edward into the typical flawed man on the outside but the Knight in Shining Armor on the inside. It's like wishful thinking for my own life.

MW: Ohhhh, that is sweet. **looks over at tall guy who is watching them** He really is looking, isn't he? I have spare lingerie in my car if you want something for your boobs, though your mini skirt is pretty short, and your legs look awesome. I love those heels. How many pairs of shoes do you have?

nbnf: Four. Sad I know. It’s not from lack of want. I’m just really practical. But I have a pair of kicks ass heels.

MW: That reminds me, I need to stop by that sale at Stripper Heels ‘R Us this week.

nbnf: They're having another sale? I wanna go...

MW: Yeah. Last time I went there, I bought enough to get a free pole, so it's totally worth it.

nbnf: Oh well damn, I'm so going now. Do you get to choose between antique brass and stainless steel?

MW: Yeah, I think they had black high gloss too, as well as antique white with a crackled finish, you know, in case you want it to blend in with the country motif you got goin' in your house.

nbnf: Well that settles it. I'm going.

MW: Cool, we can stop by after this. I have my member’s only card. Now, how did you meet and get your beta?

nbnf: I posted the first three or four chapters of SB without a beta and while I wanted one I had no idea how to go about getting one. One day I logged in and had a PM from Cheddah just saying hi and the rest is history. We talked, became friends, and she offered to beta for me and I started sending her my chapters. I'm sorta in need of a Beta now actually. If anyone out there wants to deal with me that is. **lol**

MW: Ohhhhh, interesting. I'm sure you'll get lots of good offers now that people know you're on the market. **hears a cell phone ringing** Seriously, how rude to leave your cell phone on in a place like this. **Nelly Furtado's Maneater begins to quietly play** Oh crap, that's MY phone! How the heck did Mean Mrs. Mustard get my new number?

nbnf: **snorts and sips her drink watching in amusement**

MW: I think it was Mr. Green. You know, ever since he had that unfortunate runway incident, he's all about “the ladies.” He keeps hitting on all of us and trying to impress us. I'll bet he gave it to her. Let's see, she's texting... **reads text aloud** "Ask her why she didn't kill off Phil?? I wanted him dead." Yep that sounds like her, plotting murders and terrorizing the masses.

nbnf: **giggles and looks down at the phone** If I killed Phil then he wouldn’t get to have all that fun in prison, and you know how much fun pedophiles and rapists have in prison!

MW: Ohhhh, you're so bad. :D **texts MMM back**

nbnf: I'll cheers to that.

MW: I'm surprised she got those long dragon finger nails of hers to maneuver around the buttons on her phone. Speaking of which, how does it make you feel when people gush over you and your stories?

nbnf: At first it’s incredibly flattering. I like my story and I like my characters so I understand why people would like them as well, but then sometimes it gets to be a lot and I’m left thinking, there are other stories that are better written and thought out than mine. I don’t handle compliments very well and get kinda shy about things like that.

MW: Oh sweet. **Maneater starts to play again** Well, crap, I'm gonna have to change my number again. Let's see...she says, "Are we ever going to get a real glimpse into their future?" Actually that's a good question. Are we?

nbnf: Yes, everyone will see Bella and Edward in the future. I have a few requests from FGB and those will look into the future some and I'll also be doing one more outtake/epilogue thing so you see what really happened to them, but I really need to finish my FGB stuff first.

MW: Ohhh, that makes me happy. Even happier than the muscles on that guy who just won his match. Wow, he's ripped. So, if you could get it on with any character from one of your stories, who would it be and why?

nbnf: Oh Geeze. Um, I guess I would say Edward from Summer of ’88. He was my absolute favorite to write.

MW: Wow, he sounds hot. I need to read that one. You know what else is hot? Nachos. You hungry?

nbnf: I could eat. **sips drink**

MW: Well, I just happened to bring sweet pickles and black olives. Sound good? I heard you like those.

nbnf: OMG!! Can I...can I has some? Pleeeeease? **puppy dog eyes**

MW: Look, we could make little hats out of the olives, put them on the pickles. Cute, huh?

nbnf: **nods enthusiastically** I'll do whatever you want for some of those.

MW: Nice. I was thinking we could suck on these pickles...might get the attention of a few of these fighting boys.

nbnf: Oooooh, that’s a good idea!

MW: **hee-hee** Yeah, they're already looking this way. So, while we do this, tell me which Twilight saga book is your favorite? And what’s your opinion on Breaking Dawn?

nbnf: My favorite book is the first one. Twilight was in my opinion the best book of the series, then Eclipse, then New Moon and….Breaking Dawn…what’s that? Was that a Twilight book? I haven’t heard of it before or perhaps it was so awful that my subconscious has blocked it from memory. I feel like if I had read it, I wasn’t very happy with the alien baby. **bites tip off pickle** Oops!

MW: Oh no, honey we don't want them seeing that! They'll be afraid of us. Let's try this again with a new pickle, shall we?

nbnf: Yes, thank you :)

MW: Okay, now just so that we can practice humming, I mean talking, while we do this, put that pickle in your mouth and tell me what’s your favorite candy bar?

nbnf: Baby Ruth. I like peanuts.

MW: Peanuts, huh? Hmmm, almost sounded like you said something else. That's okay, I like those, too.

nbnf: **Giggles** I might have said something different at first.

MW: **raises eyebrow at nbnf** Well, you little shedevil, you. I knew we'd get along well. Now, if you could give one piece of advice to a new author, what would it be?

nbnf: Never, ever ever ever ever take this fandom seriously. The minute you do that it stops being fun and it becomes harder to write.

MW: So true. Oh! Which Disney Princess most closely resembles you and why?

nbnf: I like the wording of this question. I’m like a mix between Mulan and Pocahontas.

MW: Yeah? Why, ‘cause you got that whole dark and mysterious thing going on, or just cause you love short skirts and being one with nature?

nbnf: **Hahaha** It's more because of the ethnic thing. I'm very yellow. :)

MW: Nice. Hey, do we get to cheer for these guys, cause I'd really like to yell for that guy in the ring, the one in the blue shorts. Maybe throw him a dollar with my phone number written on it.

nbnf: **looks shifty** Um, well, yeah, he might uh...know how that works already... **leans in to whisper** Make it a five and he'll call you back.

MW: Get out! What will he do for a ten?

nbnf: **blushes** I'm not sure, I skipped to a fifty.

MW: Oh goodness...I need to look through my wallet here, make sure the kids left momma some cash today. While I do that, tell me what's your favorite part about fan fic and the Twilight fandom?

nbnf: My favorite part of fan fic is how easy it is to take these characters and put them in new situations. It’s a lot like cooking. You take ingredients you’ve used a million times and make something new and fun that tastes amazing. The Twilight fandom is fun because there are a ton of characters to play with.

MW: Hmmm, cooking. You think he'd cook me breakfast for a hundred? **wiggles eyebrows at nbnf**

nbnf: **snorts** For a hundred I bet he'd cook it nude and serve it up on that eight pack

MW: Oh nice! Thank you monthly alimony check from Mr. White! Oh, I've been dying to ask you, how did you choose your username?

nbnf: My pen name is a quote from Twilight. When Edward goes into the hospital to see Bella after Tyler’s van almost hit her Tyler begins to apologize to Edward and he replies “No Blood No Foul” I mean, that is quite possibly the funniest thing Edward says the entire series. To me anyway.

MW: Man, I need to reread the actual books. I'm so consumed by fan fic now days. Canon Edward...hmmmmm. Hey, who's that new fighter in the ring, the one with the bronze hair? He reminds me of someone...

nbnf: **squints** Huh...he looks like....no...can’t be.

MW: Yeah...can't be. Right? I mean, we couldn't get THAT lucky...could we?

nbnf: **cocks head to the side** No, it's just...the lighting...or something...wait ‘til he turns around...I mean, nice ass and all but...just wait.

MW: Okay. Hmmmm, he is nice to look at from behind. Makes me think all sorts of naughty things. Oh, by the way, what is your favorite ALMOST curse word?

nbnf: I don’t do almost curse words. I curse. Like a sailor. Although I've been really good today.

MW: That's true, you have. Where's that picture book again...all these boys...

nbnf: I think that tall one…over there...is looking at you again.

MW: **adjusts boobs** Yeah, he's cute, might be fun this evening. I still want to know who bronze boy in the ring is. Where did I put that book... Oh, while I look, what’s your favorite tv show from when you were a child?

nbnf: Nova. When I found out that they had Nova episodes on their website I went crazy lol. The Nova episode about the Cuddle fish will stay with me forever. They are by far the coolest thing I’ve ever seen in the ocean.

MW: Hmmm, cuddle fish... I'd like to cuddle something, but it ain't a fish.

nbnf: **hiccups** Psh you're tellin’ me. I'd like to snuggle that one over there...between my legs.

MW: Oh, it's getting a little hot in here...all these muscles and sweat droplets and muscles... Um, goodness, okay. Uh, if Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?

nbnf: Come on in, it’s an open bar. Is that sacrilegious?

MW: I doubt it. I mean, I know I'll be taking my trusty flask with me, so you know. Hey! There's my book. Okay, bronze boy...where are you...

nbnf: **omgomgomg** Please find him…

MW: There he is... Oh my...

nbnf: Oh wow...

MW: Is it...you think it's really... **swoons and fans herself**

nbnf: I'll be damned…

MW: Edward Masen. This is craptastic. But wait, who's the brunette helping him?

nbnf: I don’t know...but if I DO know one thing...between the two of us, we could take her down. I mean, no violence or anything, but we could probably manage to lock her in a closet somewhere while we have a go at...him.

MW: You're on! Let's do it! **adjusts her boobs again and hitches up her skirt** Just let me grab Money Boy over there so that he can make us breakfast tomorrow morning...I think we'll need it after tonight.

nbnf: Okay, here, take this hundred. Do you think he does doubles?

MW: I think once he sees us, he'll do just about anything. Most men do...

nbnf: C'mon. We'll leave you know who alone and go after McEightPack over there. He's a sure thing. What do you say? Tag Team?

Sports Week! Miss Scarlet gets some Illegal Contact by GreenEyedGirl17!

When I saw that we’d be doing a sports week, I panicked slightly. I didn’t think it meant sports that can be played in the bedroom so I thought I was out of my element. The first fic that jumped into my mind though, was Illegal Contact by GreenEyedGirl17. I had read her fic Falling For You just as it was finishing so I was able to jump on Illegal Contact as soon as it posted. And jump I did.

Illegal Contact is the story of Bella Swan, who is a teacher in Arizona and after the death of their parents, her younger brother, Seth, comes to live with her. He ends up hanging with a bad crowd and she is miserable living there. She decides to move home to Washington, back into her parent’s house, and gets a job at her old high school teaching English. Her friends are all there to help get things ready for their homecoming and she has even put a call out to Edward Masen, former NFL player that was now the football coach for Forks High, for Seth. From the first conversation he has with Bella, he’s intrigued by her. The first few chapters sets the story up and what a story it is. Edward and Bella become friends first and bond even further while having a scary movie marathon, but its obvious that they both want more. There’s something to be said though for taking it slow and getting to know another person before taking that risk.

The next thing I knew, Bella's arms were wrapped around my body as she hugged me tightly. "Thank you for being such a good friend, Edward. I know we haven't known each other very long, but I feel… close to you."

Friend. I didn't want to just be her friend, but if that's what it took to get closer to her… to make her realize that we could be more someday, well then that's what I would be. Not just to get into her pants, which I really wanted badly, but I wanted all of her.

I hugged her back and kissed the top of her head. "I feel the same way, Bella." I squeezed my arms around her small body once more. "Now get into bed Ms. Swan… you need your sleep because after movie night tomorrow… I think you'll be too scared to sleep."

Bella pulled away from me giggling. "Nope. It's my pick tomorrow night!"

I shook my head. "No… you see, my dear Bella," I said as I put my arm around her and walked her over to the bed. "You kept your eyes closed during most of the scary parts of The Shining… and rather than start the movie over, I just took away your movie choice for tomorrow night."

"Ass!" Bella whispered loudly.

GreenEyedGirl17 has created characters that you want to be friends, family problems that we can all relate to, bumps in the road that all couples have and you are genuinely interested in what’s going on. The banter between them is honest and flirty, the UST off the charts and you want to cheer Bella on when she makes the first move.

"Bella, did I do something to-"

"No!" I said, cutting him off. "I just… I can't do this anymore. I can't keep pretending that we're just friends. This," I waved my hand between us, "is not just a friendly relationship… and I'm so tired of holding back how I-"

I was cut off as Edward placed his hands on my hips, pulling me towards him. His lips pressed against mine, stopping my rant that was basically going nowhere. The kiss started out frantic as we were both breathing nervously, but ended up as a slow, soft kiss. My body molded against his, my arms wrapped around his neck, holding him close to me. His hands never left my body, gripping me tightly.

I pictured that kiss in my head for so long, but it was so much more amazing than my dreams.

I may have stumbled or lost my footing as Edward broke contact, but only to place soft kisses down my neck. An involuntary moan escaped me as I felt his mouth against the sensitive skin near my collarbone, only this time he was sober and definitely knew what he was doing. Just as Edward moved his mouth upwards, heading towards my mouth again, a loud thunder roared as a heavy downpour of rain started.

When Edward decides to rejoin the NFL, you want to scream for him not to do it. It just screams “bad decision.” My head was spinning with “what ifs,” as I eagerly waited for each update. This is when the story heads into the HF chapters and since this fic is completed, you don’t have to go through what I did while reading it and for this I am both happy and jealous. Your heart will break for Bella as she struggles with being away from Edward and what it means to be in a relationship with a high profile football player. Besides the strong bond they have emotionally, physically they are off the charts, and I admit that my pulse raced while reading some of them.

"Please continue, Bella," he said seductively while placing his hand on the back of my head, pushing me downwards. I could almost feel his eyes staring at me as I moved along his length. This was never something I enjoyed doing before, but with Edward I liked it, especially when I heard his uncontrolled dirty words.

"Never… fuck… never seen anything better than this, seeing your lips around my cock." He moaned while one of his hands gripped my ass. "Come here, baby… put your pussy over my face. I want to taste you now."

I kept my mouth attached to him as he pulled on my legs, situating myself above him. I had never done this before and honestly didn't know how I would be able to concentrate on pleasuring him while his tongue was buried inside me. How did women do this? I didn't have time to process my dilemma as Edward went to work quickly on me, sucking, kissing, and touching the part of me that ached so much for him constantly.

"You like that, baby?" he asked, his lips brushing against my clit teasingly. I moaned in response. His hips jerked, thrusting even deeper in my mouth. Grasping my ass in his hands, he moved me back and forth against his tongue. "Ride me, Bella," he said huskily.

God, what was he doing to me…

I complied and began stroking him, the part that I couldn't fit inside my mouth. He was moaning even more and thrusting with each move. I knew he was getting close, and so was I. 

To me, it has everything a really good story should have: humor, heart, some heart fail, lemons and football players in those tight pants. No matter what genre of fan fic you prefer this has something to offer everyone which can be difficult to pull off but GreenEyedGirl17 does it with ease. So put on your cheerleading uniform or a football jersey, grab some hot wings and beer and dig into Illegal Contact. You won’t regret it.