I'm not even going to say anything more than....what an adorkable hotty!!!! Just keep watching, it just gets better with time.

Raw and Rosy

TuesdayMidnight

Jasper Hale hates his high school rival Edward Cullen with a passion. What happens when Jasper discovers Edward's little secret? Spank!Fic. AH/AU/OOC. Rated M. Contains mature content.

Warning issued by author: This is a spank!fic. It has a great deal of PWP and contains EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT. This is not exactly a bdsm story. Edward and Jasper are seniors in high school, both 18, so they don’t have a lot of experience. They naturally fall into a sort of d/s dynamic, and this is a story of how they work through this discovery. Though this is 80% smut (and the smut is not entirely realistic), I see the remainder as a character study into Jasper’s psyche. If this is not your cup of tea and/or if you are not of legal age – please stop reading now

Yes and don't miss the outtakes: Raw and Rosy Revisited

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When some friends were going on and on about an update for the story Raw and Rosy, I couldn’t help but ask what it was about. When they said it was a slash spankfic, I will admit I had no idea what that meant, although I could guess. Then they started Skyping me exerpts and I was piqued. I had only read one other slash one shot and I didn’t know it was slash until the end, so I wasn’t really sure how I would feel about Jasper/Edward slash. I mean Edward is supposed to be with Bella, right? Well, unless he can have a somewhat domineering, fuckhawt, no holds barred Jasper spanking his ass and giving him something he never even knew he wanted. I’ll admit I wasn’t too sure, but I trusted my fellow Edward/Bella shippers and dove in.

I was not disappointed. Raw and Rosy is not just a hot, sexy, wild slash fic. It is a really great character study as well, with a Jasper and Edward that will surely win your hearts over.

The beginning really nails it and draws you in completely:

JPOV

I hated Edward Cullen.

I hated him with a passion.

I hated the way he smiled that obnoxious crooked half smile. I hated the way the other guys at school tried to get their hair to stay up the way his so casually did. I hated the way all the girls at Forks High soaked their panties every time he walked by. I hated hearing my sister swoon about him ever since the first day he showed up in Forks. I hated the way he was so aloof and basically a dick to everyone, but somehow had everyone eating out of the palm of his hand. I hated that I was no longer big man on campus.

Jasper is the bad boy prick who doesn’t care what anyone thinks and cares less about the politics of High School. Edward is the popular, big man on campus, who seems to have the world at his fingertips. So, why does Edward let Jasper get under his skin? They hate each other so completely that they get into fights regularly at school. But one day, to avoid detention, Jasper tells the principle they were just horsing around and he smacks Edward’s ass to prove his point. The reaction is not quite what he expected:

Cullen's reaction was unmistakable. His body tensed and his face turned a rosy color, but it was his expression that was the most revealing.

He was aroused.

Jasper tells Edward after school that he’s coming over. When he gets to Edward’s, he wastes no time:

"You don't need to pretend. We're not friends. I came here for one thing, and one thing only."

I stepped up to him and grabbed the waistband of his jeans. I unbuttoned the fly slowly, closing the distance between us by nuzzling into the crook of his neck, greedily drinking in his scent. I never noticed it before I had him shoved against his car, but he smelled like sandalwood, musk and something else I couldn't place. Then, I yanked the stupid skinny jeans along with his briefs down in a rough motion and spun him around.

I took a second to take in his lithe body before speaking.

"Bend over for me," I ordered.

He glanced over his shoulder at me and his eyes widened, but he still said nothing.

Instead, he shuffled over to the stairs that ended in the foyer, his jeans at his knees. I was about to scold him for not following my orders immediately, when I realized he was simply using the stairs for balance. He bent forward, resting his elbows on the stairs, pointing his perfect, firm, round cheeks up in the air.

"Fuck, you look so hot." I couldn't help the words escaping my mouth.

I approached slowly. Then I put my left hand gently on his left cheek. I ghosted my hand over the smooth skin, and then across the other cheek. His skin was so creamy and soft. It was all I could do not to lean down and take a bite.

Instead, I struck.

Right in the center of his left cheek.

I left a beautiful pink marking right in the center.

He gasped.

I pulled my hand further back and struck again, a little lower this time.

"Fuck," I heard him whisper.

"You like that don't you?" I repeated my words from earlier that day. This time, Cullen responded.

"Oh, yeah," he moaned.

I struck again, this time closer to the crack of his sculpted buttocks.

He whimpered, and his body shifted as I saw his right arm move.

"Are you touching yourself, Edward?" I asked roughly, trying out his first name again.

"Need- need-" he started.

"What do you need?"

"I need to come."

Seriously!!! This was the first chapter, and it gets hotter and hotter. Jasper knows what to give and Edward knows how to take it. Obviously, there is lots of spanking. They even find time to play with quite a few toys. The story is heavily rooted in chapter after chapter of unbridled, raw, wildly driven sex.

I laced the handcuffs behind the headboard so Edward could grip the slats. It really was designed perfectly for what we were about to do.

I got behind Edward and slowly dragged my fingernails down his back, stopping at his raw cheeks.

I pulled the plug out slowly as Edward exhaled loudly. For second, I enjoyed the view of Edward's stretched hole, surrounded on all sides by bright pink flesh. Then I grabbed Edward's stashed lube and coated two fingers with the liquid before sliding them into the waiting entrance. It was all I could do not to bend down and taste. I made a mental note to buy flavored lube. Then, I coated my sheathed cock and positioned myself under him, spreading his knees so mine fit between them.

"Sit down," I ordered.

Without any hesitation, he sank down on my hard cock.

Even after having been stretched, his ass was so tight around me, I nearly groaned. He squirmed a little, presumably getting used to my size, which was well bigger than the plug. I let him wiggle, because it felt damn good.

"Now," I slapped the side of his hip. "Fuck yourself on me."

Edward gasped, then raised his hips, releasing me almost completely, before sinking back down.

I stayed still while Edward set a rhythm. I didn't speak, I wanted him to get lost in the act. He started to pick up speed and the cuffs began to hit against the headboard, keeping time to the motion of Edward's hips.

I leaned back on my elbows as Edward pummeled himself, his raw, red cheeks swallowing my cock. I didn't touch him or raise my hips to meet his, I wanted Edward to get off all on his own.

Without touching himself either.

He was trapped by the handcuffs. He couldn't go anywhere but up and down. Yet, Edward was so wanton as he rode me, moaning and cursing as he found the angle that felt best inside his body. Once again, I almost felt like a voyeur as I watched him take his pleasure.

Need I say more? But, Raw and Rosy also explores how two of the most unlikely characters come together and create something that neither of them ever expected, probably thought they’d never have, and definitely had never experienced before.

One of my favorite parts was learning why Edward, the epitome of the cool guy, the one who could have any girl and did, ended up allowing the outcast gay bad boy to dominate him in every way. I won’t ruin that realization for you, but I really enjoyed getting into both of their psyches.

Tuesdaymidnight really did a superb job of making both Edward and Jasper believable to me, and as I said this was not my usual genre. I feel it was somewhat different than what I expected in slash because it wasn’t a story about two gay boys initially, not that there is anything wrong with that. Since Edward was definitely the ladies man at school, it certainly was the most unexpected turn of events for him to find such pleasure from Jasper spanking him. I believe, however, that Jasper saw Edward in a way no one else ever bothered to see, and what started out as fun and thrilling turns into something that they both are not sure they can or want to live without ever again.

The development of the story, while focusing heavily on the sex, always seems to have something deeper going on. Each chapter is paced perfectly and gives the reader just a little more insight into the characters and what draws them to each other.

Let me tease you further with their first kiss:

I leaned in slowly, like a boy who was nervous about his first kiss, which, I suppose I kind of was. I mean, I French kissed Alice Brandon on the playground during recess when I was 10, which was disgusting for multiple reasons, but this was different.

This was Edward Cullen.

I pressed my lips to his gently. The first thing I noticed was that he tasted delicious. He was the type of guy who used chapstick, and there was a residual minty flavor on his lips that was only slightly masking his own sweet taste.

I took his bottom lip between mine and sucked slightly. It was soft and pliable and warm. I couldn't remember the last time I actually kissed someone. Did lips always feel this good?

Then he parted them slightly and my whole body reacted.

More! More! More!

I was on fire, burning with need. My dick always responded to Edward, but this was completely different from every time before.

His tongue entered my mouth and I pressed mine against it. They teased each other, pushing and pulling, giving and taking. His lips were hot and searing against mine, and I just could not get enough. My hands drifted up on their own accord and plunged into his coppery mess. I tugged a little, eliciting a moan that vibrated against my mouth, only to be stifled by my probing tongue.

His hands were clawing at my back, urging me on.

I dominated him sexually, but at this we were equals. He kissed back with equal fervor and for a moment, I just let that fire consume me.

Why had I not done this before?

That kiss doesn’t even happen until half way through the story. But, don’t worry there’s plenty of spanking going on before that, because in the beginning, it’s all about the Raw (desire) and Rosy (ass), but will it become about more? Read it and find out. I promise you will not be disappointed.

If the words haven’t tempted you enough, then maybe the video will:

I did this rec for TwiGirlsNextDoor but I wanted to share it here, because I really loved this story. Enjoy!!!

Mine Alone

WinndSinger

A vampire's love is forever. But what if Bella chose to be with Jacob instead of Edward after Eclipse? Edward slowly loses his mind after losing Bella and will do anything to keep her. This has some Darkward in it and the story will get dark at times.

Yes

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Anyone who read The Red Line by WinndSinger and loved it was squeeeing late in the evening on June 8th, when we received the alert that a “new story” had been posted. I clicked on the link immediately to start reading. The first words were a warning:

*Hey Guys ! This takes place after Eclipse – there is no wolf pack, Jacob is not a werewolf. Sorry. Edward is very dark in this, but there will still be glimpses of Sweetward mixed in. You've been warned. Hope u like it.*

Let me first say that I absolutely LOVED this story, or I would not be reccing it, but I feel it is my responsibility to let you know that “Edward is very dark in this” is not an understatement. This Darkward is abusive, mean, manipulative, and horrific, even to Bella, which is what makes it hard to read. We are not used to reading the dark side of Edward, if he exists. The psychological plot of the story is what made it so unique and intriguing to me, and what kept me reading even when the words were sometimes hard to envision. The essence of this story is based on a theory of what could happen if a vampire went mad, and by mad I mean, his psyche breaks and he becomes a split personality, i.e. Good Edward vs Bad Edward. Bella actually loves them both, but of course, she is scared too.

Reading the summary could make you think this is a Jacob/Bella story, but don’t be fooled. The beginning of the story nips that right in the bud, and lets us know who will be the dynamic characters.

I hate funerals. Once, a lifetime or two ago, I used to think that they were kind of peaceful, a sad but quiet time of letting go, saying goodbye, thinking of all the wonderful moments had together…but of course those were funerals of old people…Gran, who was 87 when she passed away…she had lived a full life, a good life. It was hard but I was able to let her go and smile and know she was a free spirit now, able to fly and do backflips in the clouds if she chose to…she was so frail and in pain at the end, it was almost right that she was gone and not trapped in that body anymore.

But this funeral is different. Jacob is…WAS…only 19 years old. And it's my fault he's dead.

If I hadn't pushed so hard…if I didn't confront Edward and act so tough…if I had gone with Edward when he told me to…then…I can hardly even think this…

Then…Edward wouldn't have killed Jacob.

I want to let the sobs pour out of me…I want to scream and howl and make a fool of myself in front of Billy, and all Jacob's friends and relatives…but I won't…not yet. I know Edward is watching me…waiting to see me break. If I do, he'll taunt me about it later, even mock me…before he punishes me, that is.

Edward's punishments were severe and heartbreaking, as well as physically painful. He would think for hours on how to make it hurt me in every way, not just a bruise or a cut that could heal. Edward's punishments never healed…and would never go away.

Jacob is dead and Edward killed him. We do get flashbacks to fill-in the back story. To put it very briefly, Edward and Bella were planning their wedding, but Bella breaks off the engagement when she realizes she loves Jacob. She knows she is breaking Edward’s heart and hates herself for it, but she is young and confused, as most girls her age are with their first loves. She doesn't realize the cost of this decision, but then how could she?

Edward tries to let go, but slowly his psyche breaks, a monster is born, and he loses his mind. But, he still loves her too. He becomes obsessed with having her, and eventually stops anyone who gets in the way. Even when he punishes and tortures her, he hates himself, but he can’t stop, because he wants her to be with him. He wants her to love him again, even if it is forced.

Bella struggles with her feelings, because even though Edward does such horrible things, she believes that she is to blame for his becoming this way. She still loves the good Edward, and wishes that she could somehow repair what she has broken, and make him whole again.

"I love you…Edward," I said, trying to sound true in my conviction.

He sighed hard and turned away.

"I don't believe it, Bella," he was clearly disappointed, "Again."

I shivered and closed my eyes. I had to speak to that Edward I first loved, that would sound true because it is true.

Standing up, I hurled myself into his arms and buried my face into his neck, smelling his seductive fragrance and breathing it in…for a moment I was 17 again…in his arms…untouched by pain or heartache yet. I hoped the right Edward inside him heard me this time.

"I love you Edward," my voice cried and I felt my lips open and close over the skin right below his beautiful jaw line, "I love you…"

And I'm so sorry I destroyed you…God, I am sorry…

His arms gently coiled around me, being careful not to touch my injured back too tightly. The tension left his body and I felt it as I clung onto him.

It was several minutes before I heard anything from him at all. Then I was relieved to hear the velvet voice responding.

"Bella…" he choked, "Bella, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me."

Is he reading my mind? I just thought the very same thing.

"I forgive you," I felt a tear escape both my eyes at once. It's myself I can't forgive.

Good Edward makes appearances to help Bella through the worst of the torture.

"I want you to take care of me," I said truthfully, knowing this Edward was not the guilty one who'd hurt me.

I had seen this Edward from time to time. He would appear after an especially rough time with mean Edward to clean up his mess. To beg and grovel for forgiveness, although he didn't think he deserved it. And again, Edward was with me…treating my wounds as he wept without tears. He gave me some medicine for the pain and I took it without questioning him. I trusted him, as weird as that may sound...

...I played with an immortal's mind and heart…I was playing with fire. I deserve to get burned…but I never thought others I loved would pay for my sins...

"...What you did wasn't YOU," I pointed out without thinking about it, adding softly, "I know that."

He didn't move. I wanted to comfort him somehow, to make him see that I still cared for this part of him, the sick part that I was responsible for. I didn't know if I was doing something good or making it worse, but I asked in a whisper, "Sing to me?"

At this, he let out a pained breath and looked away, wondering how I could still ask this, how I could still want this from him. I didn't know either, I just knew I needed it to keep me sane. He is all I have left. I don't get this Edward back very often. I wanted to remember those sweet times…even if they were gone forever. I needed him to be tender with me…to strengthen me so I could handle the monster coming back later.

Bella formulates a plan to save her and Edward. I won’t spoil that for you. Now for the juicy stuff!

Bad Edward gives intense dark lemons:

He laid his heavy wet tongue right in the fold of skin beside my exhausted clit and let it rest there. This drove me even more insane and right away, I bucked and shrieked, not caring if I fell on my head anymore.

It may have looked to an outsider that I was struggling to get free but that was NOT what was happening here. He was just destroying me with pleasure.

I so wanted to try the usual missionary position, the way I pictured us when we'd make love for the first time. But so far we had done four different positions and I didn't think four was Edward's whole catalog.

Good Edward gives loving golden lemons:

And we began to make love…the first time…for both of us.

We were covered with sweat, hours later, Edward and I struggling to breathe as we hungrily kissed each other. We didn't want to stop kissing as his body moved against mine…it was no savage pummeling…very slow strokes…each one making him gasp and quiver as I rose my hips up, meeting his thrusts with my own, clenching my muscles inside me so tight…holding onto him as he let out a ragged breath, his eyes losing themselves in mine.

He took my bottom lip into his mouth and sucked ever so carefully, licking…opening his mouth and kissing me full on the lips, his tongue gently looking around for mine. Not intruding, not pounding down the door with fury. A gentleman seeking his lady.

His hands touched my breasts like they were the only breasts in the universe. And they kindly explored…reveling in the feel…the slope…the shape…the taste…he took his time, not knowing how much time we would be given. He was not rushed. He thoroughly made love to me, not watching the clock.

The story is not devoid of hot sex, and sometimes there is “did he just do that to her” sex. Whether the sex is wanted or not, Edward definitely knows how to make Bella orgasm...a lot! Obviously I would not in real life condone what happens in this story, so I don’t want anyone thinking that I think kidnapping someone, even if you are crazy in love with them, is ok. I don’t think that if you are held against your will by the hottest man on the planet, who gives you mind-blowing orgasms, means that you should then marry him and live happily ever after. *Sidenote: Although sometimes that is a dream of mine.*

But if you love the characters of Edward and Bella and believe their love can conquer anything, even mental breakdowns and torture, then this is definitely the story for you. If you are intrigued by the question: What happens when you can’t have the one you love and she’s the only one you can love, while exploring the hero’s split personality of good and evil; the damsel’s fight for freedom and forgiveness, while still loving the man she fears; all wrapped up in mystery, murder, torture, sex, love, forgiveness, death, deceit, and peace?...then don’t pass this story by.

I won’t deny that very early on I figured out how the story was going to have to end, but I hoped as I read each chapter that I was wrong. I was half right. I applaud WinndSinger’s courage not to take the easy road at the end of the story. I feel she gave the reader and the characters, justice and peace, love and forgiveness, in a surprisingly beautiful way. I would love to quote one of my favorite lines, but it would give it away too much.

If you are still reading this review, because yes I know I‘m wordy, then I’d say you are intrigued enough to start reading. I promise it won’t disappoint. I really enjoyed this story. If you start it, I implore you to stick with it, the ending is worth the dark journey.

We relived every wonderful moment…every laugh, every dance…every kiss.

Anyone who knows me, knows my love for LolaShoes "Twilight" fanfiction series. I really do believe that it gives the adult reader exactly what they missed in the YA books and much more. I even started the PicTease Blog with a Picture Tribute to the first two stories, as she hadn't written the third yet. I ended up moving that tribute to a blog I created just for the tribute - Lolas Hoes Tribute and Fan Blog, but alas was fail at ever finishing it...sigh.

When she finished the series, I was at a loss and needed for it to not be over, so I decided to make this video, which thankfully I actually did finish. If you've read the series, I hope you enjoy reliving it as much as I enjoyed making it. If you haven't read the series, I hope this will entice you to read it. I promise you will not be disappointed.

You can start here - Let Your Light Shine

Either way, please enjoy the video.


TwiSherry's Homage to LYLS/ALE/THW by LolaShoes
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I was again given the honor to do a guest rec on The Fictionators for my very dear friend and online sis, Aciepey's story Detours. I really love this story and if you are not reading it, you should.  Let's get to my original rec which will explain why.

Story Summary:

Bella meets the gang in Forks when she is on her latest assignment as a travel nurse. She loves her nomadic lifestyle, or does she? Is there something, or someone who can convince her to put down roots?

When I first met my online sis, Aciepey in the Twilighted threads, we were both enthralled in another story, and we realized we must be long lost sis' because we agreed on everything. At the time, neither of us felt like we were writers in the least, so when she told me she had written a chapter for her first fic, I was very excited. But, now that we are nine chapters into this puppy I want to scream from the rooftops to get everyone to read it. So, when I was asked to do the guest rec for Detours, I was jumping up and down.

Detours introduces us to Bella, a traveling nurse, who enjoys her life plan of setting foot in each state before she settles down. Forks is her 13th assignment and she usually stays for about six months in each place. She has become a pro at moving, acclimating, and then moving on again. Because she is so used to this lifestyle, it is easy for Bella to make friends. The house she is renting from Rosalie, introduces her immediately to the Cullen clan, where she is instantly drawn into a relaxed and fun friendship with Rosalie, Emmett, Alice, and Jasper, who all happen upon her on moving day. As good neighbors do, they offer to help and she invites them all back for dinner later that week to thank them.

When Bella finds out that her best friend, Jake, is going to ask his girlfriend to marry him, it makes her question her whole life plan. She wonders what she is really looking for out of life, whether she is holding herself back from finding someone, and after experiencing the feelings of joy from spending only one day with the Cullens, she starts desiring to belong to a group herself. She ponders whether her mother has been right all of these years, and perhaps the independence she has prided herself on, has only been a way to isolate herself.

Enter Dr. Edward Cullen, and what a mighty fine entrance it is.

I made my way down the hall to the call room. It was very typical. Two sets of bunk beds, an alarm clock, a closet, a bathroom. I turned to lock the door and then put the fresh clothes on one of the beds. I reached for the hem of my soiled shirt and had taken it off when the bathroom door opened. My jaw hit the floor as I blushed and gawked at the god-like being that was standing in the doorway, still wet from his shower and one of those standard issue hospital towels slung low on his perfect hips.

As awkward as this first encounter could be, they are instantly drawn to one another and even end up flirting.

"Bye, Bella," he said, opening the door. Then he suddenly turned and winked at me. "You might want to lock this door. You never know who might come walking in on you." He let the door close behind him after giving me another one of those crooked smiles.

I rested my back against the door and slid down to the floor, locking it on the way down. That was one of the most embarrassing and thrilling moments of my life. Edward Cullen was indeed a very good looking individual. He was checking me out. Dare I say flirting?

Both Edward and Bella are pretty much swept off their feet by one another. They end up spending most of their free time together from that first encounter. We have an evening of laundry, that isn't just laundry when Edward steals some of Bella's undergarments, or does he? Hehehe, this chapter had me in stitches and the UST with these two is palpable from the beginning. It's chapter nine and only about a week of time has passed by, but Bella and Edward fill it with much action. There is a scene at a Target, that I swear will have you rolling on the floor. The art of flirting that these two have is relentless, in public and in private. But, even with all of this humor the feelings they have for each other are undeniable, and something neither of them expected. Secretly they are both already wondering what they will do when Bella's six months is over. I have to tell the truth, so am I.

Now the question that is on everyone's minds, are there lemons? Aciepey has cockblocked us a few times already, and she and I refer to the Cullen family as the Cullen Cockblockers because of this. Here are a few examples:

As I leaned back down to capture her mouth again, she arched her center toward me, the friction on my cock delightful and torturous at the same time. I shifted my weight to my left arm and trailed my free hand to her denim-clad pussy. I could feel the heat and the dampness of her body. As I placed my hand on the button of her shorts, I looked at her face. Bella arched an eyebrow at me and winked. My heartbeat roared in my ears as I rinned and undid the four buttons of her fly. I felt the waistband of her lace panties and noticed my impossibly hard cock stiffen even more. I looked once more at Bella's face as I slid my fingers under the fabric. Her mouth was open and she had one of her nipples between her thumb and forefinger, pulling and pinching. It was one of the hottest things I had ever seen. And then the fucking doorbell rang...

Bella padded off to the door, laughing. Five seconds later, I heard the distinct sound of my twin sister's voice. Damn! Cockblocked by a pixie!! I would never live this down. I situated a pillow strategically over my groin and proceeded to make like I was on the Rainbow Road.

And

Edward raised himself onto his elbows. I knew this was so that he could have the perfect view of the pleasure he was about to receive, and this knowledge sent a chill pulsing through my entire body. I stretched up with my left hand and gently scratched his chest as I bent my head toward his erection. I let the instinct that ruled my body whenever I was around him take over as I opened my mouth to taste the pre-cum that waited for me. I had friends who had argued about the taste of a man. Those who did not like it certainly had not tasted the magnificence that was Edward. As I wrapped my lips around his head and let my tongue dance around it, I heard Edward moan. His sounds encouraged me to take him further into my mouth, squeezing him gently near his base as I looked up at him. Edward's eyes were dark, hooded, making me wet all over again. I brought my mouth back up to the tip, concentrating my efforts on the sensitive skin there. Edward shifted to sit up, gently grasping the back of my head.

"Shit, Bella, that feels so fucking good," Edward said in a low voice. "Your mouth, so beautiful," he rasped.

I was certainly enjoying my new experience. Hearing his sexy words fall from his lips caused me to moan, which in turn made him tighten his hold on my head, threading his fingers through my hair. It was a fantastic sort of discomfort that served to heighten my arousal. The cycle of sensations we were having seemed to drive us both wild.

And then the fucking doorbell rang.

We both froze, not aware if we had been a bit vocal in our explorations. Like a bad, X-rated sitcom, his cock popped from my mouth as we looked at each other.

"Who the fuck would be here at…" I said, looking at my clock, "…7:30 on a Saturday?!"

I stood up and marched over to the window, near nudity be damned. I was pissed, even more so when I heard the heavy footsteps of my landlord on the porch and saw his red Jeep with the utility trailer being pulled behind it.

"Edward, I swear, there must be a knight in shining armor holding a pair of blue balls on the Cullen family crest to symbolize the cock-blocking that is your family's specialty."

Edward laughed, trying to stifle it. Neither of us was ready to face Emmett if he were to go all Ricky Ricardo on us, saying that we had some 'splainin' to do.

Gah, see I told you. I want to make a sign myself and put it on the door. "Do not Fucking disturb, we are Fucking." Did you hear that Aciepey? I'm making the sign as you read this.

I absolutely love Aciepey's style of writing. She brings wit and humor to very strong, mature characters. She has me laughing all the time with the characters, and then she has me squeeeeeeing and tingling soon after. Is there anything better than laughing followed by sexual playtime? I'd say not. She makes the Forks ER seem like an episode of Grey's Anatomy. The relationships she's built in only a few days transcend and complement the canon relationships we all love already. This is a Cullen family that loves each other, has lots of fun together, and well, I dare say, I would love to be a part of. So, it's no wonder that this has Bella questioning her plans for the future so soon. Hot Dr. Edward, would make anyone question their sanity if they chose to leave. So, everyone do yourself a favor and check out Detours by Aciepey, RTFN! You will NOT be disappointed.

So, recently I was given the exquiste honor to do a guest rec on The Fictionators for one of my favorite stories How to Save a Life.  I thought since this is supposed to be my rec's page I should post it here too.  This story just updated today and let me tell you, Unholy_Obsession is just brilliant to me.  This latest update was hard and it hurt, but I have to say that she deals with the toughest issues with such class and style, and I love her the more for it.  Without delaying any further, let me give you my review of How to Save a Life.

Story Summary:

Bella, Edward, Alice & crew. What's going on with Bella's new best friend's older brother, Edward? What exactly happened in his past that has turned the former golden boy into a shadow of himself?

When I first thought about how to rec How To Save A Life, I really just wanted to put – "Don’t waste your time reading this, go read the story right the fuck NOW!!" But, then I realized that would be doing this wonderful story a disservice. I need to express why I love it so much. It has quickly become my "stop whatever I’m doing because HTSAL just updated" story. I would tend to believe that you can tell from the mere title that there will be angst. I mean really, “How to Save a Life”, that has to mean someone’s on the brink of something terrible and someone is going to save them. So, going into the story, I expected it. I’ve never thought of myself as someone loving angst, but I’m learning quickly while surrounded by my non-angst loving friends, that I guess I do. But, I have to say, that angst for the sake of angst does not appeal to me, angst that is relative and necessary for character growth, plot movement, and has a satisfying ending, I’m standing behind that. Unholy_obsession knows how to tell a story so that you feel like you are right there experiencing everything with the characters.


The summary on Twilighted sets the stage for the journey – “When Bella Swan starts Junior year at Forks High School, she is grateful, yet puzzled, when the exuberant and popular Alice Cullen instantly befriends her. But soon, Bella discovers this high school harbors some dark ghosts of the past-- none of them more evident than Alice's sullen, rude and stoned brother... and Bella's lab partner, Edward. As Bella learns more about the tragic circumstances that rocked Edward's world less than one year ago, the more determined she becomes to save him and restore him to the person he used to be. The only question is, does Edward have enough left inside to want to save himself?"


I’m sure everyone’s heard the expression “a picture tells a thousand words”, and I earnestly believe that unholy_obsession’s words paint an enticing picture that captures you and drops you right in the midst of her characters lives, leaving you caring so deeply for them, that even when there may be something hard to get through or you don’t understand their actions, you can’t help but stay committed to seeing if indeed the life can be saved. There is wisdom of elders in her characters as well as the naivety of teens that keeps you completely enthralled.


Edward’s introduction to Bella is rather harsh, he’s rude, high, and tells his sister to “Fuck off”, but Bella is still drawn to him in the innate way that any Edward/Bella fan knows is always there. Here is the reaction to their first meeting:

“I glanced down, and realized at some point my hand had ended up pressed against my heart, which was still pounding in protest against my chest. I felt like I was having trouble breathing, as if the atmospheric pressure in the room had suddenly dropped, as if a thunderstorm had passed through and left cooler temperature along with broken branches in its wake. The music was still pounding around us, but now it seemed entirely incongruent, as if its cheery beat had no business in this place.

Alice finally looked up again, her eyes glistening with unshed tears of maybe sadness or anger or embarrassment. Maybe all three. "So yeah," she finally stated in a shaky whisper. "That's my brother. He has some...problems right now."

I looked through the doorway he had just passed through, as if indeed I could still feel his presence hovering around us, making us rigid, bringing us down. Problems. Yeah. I'd say so.”

Bella quickly realizes that the Edward she met is not who he used to be and so a mystery of what tragic event set Edward on a course of destruction ensues. When she sees a picture of Edward from the year before it further draws her into the familiar role of savior, albeit not one she searches for, but just finds her.

"Although, to say I recognized the face would be an incredible stretch, being that it looked so entirely different from the one I had glimpsed yesterday afternoon. His face was different, everything was different. His posture was casual and relaxed, and seemed to hold none of the tension that had hung around him at his house the day before. He looked a lot younger too, as if he had aged about three years in one. Maybe this was partially attributed to the fact that he was clean-shaven and his hair was close-cropped in this picture. Edward of last year looked much less...unkempt. He had an arm slung casually around the big, dark-haired guy standing next to him. His eyes were nearly closed, they were so scrunched up with laughter. Laughter. His mouth was open with it, full of it, as if the picture had been snapped mid-guffaw. I caught sight of my own reflection in the mirror again, and was startled to realize I was smiling with him. He just looked so damn happy and it was such a stark contrast to the image I had seen yesterday, that it made me smile. Even though somewhere in my chest, a slight pain constricted around my heart."

And so begins the journey to find out if this Edward still exists. Fate plays a small role providing Bella as Edward’s partner in Biology, so they have a certain amount of forced interaction, which serves as a foundation to build on and they do. Edward is very intrigued by Bella, because she doesn’t really take his bullshit. Sometimes she even gives it back to him. While most everyone else walks on eggshells around him, wondering when their old friend or loved one will return, Bella has no expectations. And this proves to be a breath of fresh air for Edward, one that he breathes in often, once he realizes how refreshing she can be.


One moment of realization that hit me hard was an early conversation Bella and Edward had about Wuthering Heights. I believe that unholy_obsession paralleled these two stories in a remarkable way when Bella is hit with the harsh realization that it’s very possible that fiction may be too close to reality.

I began gesturing with my hands, feeling desperate for him to understand that this was not a conclusion I arrived at lightly. That I was not simple. "It is harsh. It's harsh for Heathcliff and it's harsh for anyone reading the book. No one wants to conclude that about Heathcliff, everyone wants to conclude the opposite. But he doesn't ever let us. He never progresses, he never lets go, he never makes peace with his issues." I smacked my palm down on the table. "And that is tragic. Because no one wants to see that that's who he really is. No one wants to admit that these are not just misguided actions that aren't in keeping with the real Heathcliff, who may have a heart of gold. No one wants to acknowledge that there is no longer any trace of the good or innocent and that these aren't just actions but who he has really become."

Suddenly I sat up ramrod straight, my mouth falling open. I felt sick to my stomach as Alice's words from last week filtered back into my head.

"It was all so gradual...you watch someone behave a certain way and think it's just that, a behavior...when do you start realizing it's not, that it's an actual pattern, and it's not someone acting a certain way, but it's someone, some thing, that they've actually become?"

I don’t want to steer you wrong, there is a lot of back and forth as Bella penetrates the wall Edward has built, one inch at a time. Both of them struggle with their feelings for each other that they cannot deny, but the actions that keep them wondering if they can or even deserve to really be something they cannot define. Bella is very strong in this story, but has her own issues to deal with later on. This story delves into depression, drugs, guilt, pain, loss, and anger, but in my opinion, first and foremost this story exemplifies how human connection is really what gets us through the darkest times in our lives.


So, while this story is not about the lemons (although let me just tell you, I have a sneaking suspicion that when we do get one it’s going to be GOOD), moments like this make the struggled journey worth every dip in your heart you’ve experienced.

"The kiss exploded at that point, our mouths demanding as we sought each other out entirely, as I fought to consume him in the way that I had wanted to for so long. We pressed our mouths together and our bodies together and clung to each other desperately, fighting to get closer still, our tongues twisting together in a manner both rough and soft at the same time. At the feeling of Edward's body against mine, at the thrill of him inside my mouth, a fire of white hot longing raced through my entire body, fueled on by something I had never felt before. I pulled him even closer to me, pressing as hard as I could against his car and demanding that he press against me in the same way.

He pulled back to gasp for air, his breath again trembling in the night sky. He closed his eyes again at once, returning to me as quickly as possible, begging me to let him back inside. As he reached for me again, I felt his hand still shaking, trembling almost uncontrollably as he sought to hold onto me."

AND


"I had never felt a guy hard against me before. I had never felt him hard, against me, right there. My heart hammered against my breastbone, breathing escaped me entirely. I couldn't help myself, my hips moved on their own accord, pushing off of the machine that pulsed behind me, pressed back against his, my body making new, direct, more persistent contact with his.

Edward made a noise in my ear, somewhere between a gasp and a groan, as his body answered mine. "Bella..." he mumbled in my ear. He moved his hips one more time, rubbing against me. I clenched my eyes shut at the heightening of every sensation that I was already feeling."

AND

And so when I realized that Edward's frozen fingers were fumbling to push the button through the hole on the top of my pants, without hesitation, without asking, I did not stop him. He had to know at this point that he did not need to ask. My heart started fluttering unnaturally at this gesture, at the muted ragged sound of my zipper being inched down. It wasn't a bad sensation. I was nervous in a way that I couldn't articulate, but I wasn't scared. The increase in my heart rate and the tightening in my stomach at the realization of the fact that Edward was unzipping my pants seemed nothing but...wanted...in the moment.

This story is not complete yet, but I truly believe that when all is said and done, we will find that it is truly possible for one human to save another human, not from some physical near death experience, but actually from oneself, and this is why I am totally in love with How to Save a Life by Unholy_obsession.

No, I still don't have a rec for you, but I promise I will have one soon.  I have to work on one for the Fictionators and I'll share it here when I do.  But, the LYLS and ALE Tribute is taking up most of my spare time, that is except for how RL is kicking my butt right now.


I'm super proud of myself for adding the column to the left which includes all of the youtube videos for the songs that inspired my one-shots.  I promise you if you listen to the songs first, you will appreciate the stories even more.


Don't forget the Tribute on the PicTease for LolaShoes LYLS and ALE.  The sequel is upon us soon.



I think I'm going to add a little box to the right that will at least share what stories I'm reading at the moment, I think that will be cool, look for that soon.


Hope everyone is getting some time off to spend with their families.