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Pen name: cullensgirl89

Title: A Blast From The Past

Fandom: Twilight

Pairing: Bella/Edward

Rating: K

It had been a year since I graduated high school. When I was in school, I couldn't wait for it to be over so I didn't have to be reminded of Edward or the rest of his family, since we broke up. The day after I graduated, I began the next part of life, getting a job. My goal was to make it on my own. I finally, after many months of waiting, got a job at Mill Creek Bar and Grill in Forks, Washington as a bartender. No matter how badly I wanted out of Forks, I couldn't, at least not yet. Half of a year later, I was still not over Edward. Everything only reminded me of him. Especially my customers. Most of them would come in ordering drinks, complain about their love lives, and about every problem they could have. I would just smile and nod as I thought, "What do I care? I have my own problems."

I was so not ready to go to work on that particular night and listen to those people complain, but I had to. I grabbed my hoodie that I had not worn since being with Edward, my keys, and I headed for the door. Before walking out, I stopped and sighed as I tried to get him out of my mind.

"Bye Dad, love ya!" I hollered over my shoulder as I walked out the door.

Then began to the truck. It was pouring rain, and I was nearly soaked. That's one thing that always reminded me I was in Forks, the rain. As I was driving to work, Claire De Lune was played on the radio, it was the song Edward and I danced to in his bedroom. I listened to it for a bit before turning it off. I just couldn't handle it. I needed to get him out of my head.

I made it to work safely, but the rain had still been pouring and pounding on everything it hit. I put my hoodie on to avoid getting my work clothes wet, and placed my hands in my pockets, as I did I felt something. I pulled it out only to notice it was a picture of the Cullens and me. The rain had soaked through the  picture, making the color fade. It started with Edward's face. I could remember thinking it was weird that his face would go first. I looked up from the picture before the tears began to fall and shoved it into my back pocket, then I headed for the door to the bar. My palm flattened against it as I pushed the door open.

I walked in, slamming the door behind me, causing every head to  turn toward me. I hated when I was in the spotlight. I looked down and walked behind the bar to punch in. Not two minutes after being behind the counter, two drunk men walk up. Immediately, in my head I flashed back to when that group of guys were all circling around me and freaked out when Edward came to save me. There he was, in my mind again.

Is this ever going to stop? I thought to myself.

"What can I get you both?" I smiled and spoke in a soft tone.

I waited for their responses but they both seemed a bit confused as to what they wanted.

"Sex On The Beach," they both shouted out.

"Coming right up." When I turned to prepare their drinks, I heard them whispering and laughing. I thought they were doing it because of me but I was not about to turn around and check. I delivered their drinks, and then turned around to clean up after myself. One of the guys slammed his hand on the counter so hard I jumped.

"What the hell was that for?" I yelled in surprise.

The one with the baseball cap laughed at me for jumping. I wanted to smack him across the face, but I just turned and walked away.

There was a woman sitting at the bar, her head down with tears running down her cheeks. I didn't want to go over to her, but as a bartender I wore many hats: a hand holder, waitress, but, more often than not, a therapist. Everyone felt the need to talk to me and tell me their problems as if I didn't have my own. I took a deep breath and headed for her.

"Hello Miss. What can I get for you today?" I asked with a smile.

 

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Penname: Tufano79

 

Title: Daddy's Little Princess: A Mafia Princess Outtake

 

Fandom: Twilight

 

Pairing: Bella/Edward

 

Rating: MA/NC-17

 

 

Edward and I went to the doctor the following week. The baby’s conception was two weeks prior to our trip to Italy. We shared a look, knowing that our newest addition was conceived in our swimming pool. I had just passed into the second trimester and the changes in my body were quite abundant. I had a noticeable baby bump when I was naked. I could get away with wearing my jeans if I didn’t button them, but I knew that I had to dig out my old maternity clothes.

Oh, wait, I had given most of them to Rose.

A reason to go shopping.

By the time Halloween rolled around, I was definitely showing, but Bethy was blissfully ignorant. She thought I had just gotten fat. Edward and I were going to tell her that in my belly I had a little brother or sister for her that would be born around Valentine’s Day. I made all of Bethy’s favorite foods and we sat down at the dinner table. Bethy was chattering on about the Halloween parade from earlier in the week. Edward had taken the morning off so he could see her march in it as Elsa from Frozen.

“…Haley said that my costume was the best. It was hand made by Mommy and the wig was soooo awesome! Can I dye my hair blonde?” Bethy asked.

“No, Bethy,” Edward said, arching a brow at our daughter. “You’re six. Going to be seven in a month. I’m thirty-five and I don’t dye my hair.”

“And you totally rock that distinguished salt and pepper at the temples,” I smirked.

“Hush. I do not have gray hair,” Edward hissed. Nervously, he ran a hand through his unruly bronze mop. He really didn’t have much gray hair, only some mixed in his thick tresses. I honestly had more than him, but mine was more apparent because my hair was so dark. But, unlike my sexy hubby, I did dye my hair.

“Daddy, can I go watch Frozen again?” Bethy asked, pushing her empty plate away.

“Not yet, Princess,” Edward replied, holding his arms out for our daughter. Bethy scrambled into Edward’s lap and she played with the buttons of his shirt. “Look at Mommy, Bethy. Isn’t she beautiful?”

“She looks like Belle from Beauty and the Beast,” Bethy smiled, looking up at her father in awe.

“Do you notice something else about Mommy?” Edward asked, running his hands through our daughter’s hair. “Look at her belly.”

“I don’t want to stare. It’s big,” Bethy whispered, blushing crimson. I chuckled rubbing my hand on my rounded stomach. “Did you swallow a beach ball, Mommy?”

“No, principessa,” I answered. “In my belly, there’s a baby. Around Valentine’s Day, you’ll have a little brother or sister. Someone that you can show the ropes to, love unconditionally and protect.”

Bethy stared at my stomach, her face falling and a scowl forming on her face. “I don’t want a baby brother or sister. I like it just the way we are. Mommy, Daddy and me.” She tried hop off Edward’s lap, but he banded his arms around her waist.

“Bethy, that wasn’t nice. And this isn’t a decision that you can make,” Edward scolded. “Mommy and Daddy love each other and we’re having another baby. You’re going to have a lot of responsibilities as a big sister.”

“I don’t want them,” Bethy glowered, shoving out of Edward’s arms and running up the stairs. “I don’t want a brother or sister!” Her door slammed and the walls rattled.

“Wow, she’s really acting like a spoiled princess,” I snorted derisively.

“We’ve just caused an upheaval in her world, Bella. Now, it doesn’t excuse her behavior, but she is entitled to have some sort of feelings, be upset about it,” Edward sighed. He pinched his nose, leaning forward with his elbows on the table. “It’s not like you’re going to stop being pregnant, Bella. We’re having this baby, regardless if Bethy wants it or not.”

“She’s got until Valentine’s Day to get used to the idea,” I said, getting up and sitting down on Edward’s lap. “We need to punish her for the way she acted, though.”

“No television for a week and she can’t have any friends over for two,” Edward suggested. I nodded. “Do you want to be bad cop or me?”

“I’ll do it. You have to deal with real criminals all day. I can handle our six year old,” I snorted.

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Penname: cloemarrie

 

Title: Healing Process

Fandom: Twilight

 

Pairing: Edward/Rosalie

 

Rating: M

 

 

EPOVRose and I had been friends all our lives as our parents had. We hung out with the same friends, and basically did everything together. Our parents thought it was cute, even more so when I kissed her once. I remember we were in her room listening to music. ‘Good Morning Beautiful’ came on the radio. I sang along, and when it finished, I leaned in and pecked her lips. We were only twelve at the time. Our mothers took that moment to walk in and let us know lunch was ready.

“Awe, how adorable,” Sally said as Mom agreed.

Rose’s cheeks pinked as she became bashful, which in turn embarrassed me. Ever since that day, we kept a respectable distance from one another. We were still close friends and did things together, but we stayed out of the other’s room.

We met Emmett, Alice, Jasper, and Bella our freshman year in high school. Emmett was the captain of the high school’s football team and Alice was the captain of the cheerleading squad. Rosalie had a thing for Emmett and I had a thing for Alice. Our parents didn’t want us to start dating, but we couldn’t help our feelings. Our sophomore year, we began dating Em and Alice behind our parents’ backs.

Senior year, our parents threw us a huge birthday party, invited all our friends, and announced that they had some big plans for our future. According to our dads, who owned a law firm, we were to take it over once they retired. The only stipulation was we were to marry each other, which was to take place after graduation – just three short months away.

Needless to say, Emmett was furious with Rosalie, and Alice was furious with me.

We were stunned, and Jasper and Bella were just flat-out confused.

When the party finally ended, and everyone went home, Rosalie bursted into tears. She had hoped that this would never happen, but it had, and now Emmett had broken up with her. Alice had ended things with me as well and it hurt.

“What the hell is this?” I demanded venomously. “We are adults, and you can't force us to marry each other.”

“We’re just friends, but that's as far as it goes. We are not in love!” Rosalie spat.

“Calm down, kids, please,” both our mothers implored.

“Calm down? How the hell do you expect me to calm down after telling me that I am supposed to marry Edward?” Rosalie shouted as angry tears made their way down her cheeks. “We don't even love each other! I love Emmett and I want to marry him, not Edward!” Rosalie turned on her heels and ran upstairs.

“She’s right. We’re only friends. We've known each other our whole lives. My love for her is only a brother's love. You can't expect us to marry someone we don’t love, especially not when we both love someone else,” I said as calmly as I could, hoping my logic would cause my parents to reconsider their plans.

“What do you mean ‘we’? Who are you in love with?” Carlisle asked. “Never mind; don't answer that. It doesn’t matter. You and Rosalie will be married after graduation is over and that is final! We are not going to discuss this any further!”

Rosalie's parents and my mom nodded in agreement. Knowing my father’s inflexibility all too well, I stomped off to my room and threw myself on my bed.

The next day Rosalie and I reluctantly went to school. Rosalie looked as miserable as I felt. I didn’t sleep the night before due to constant tossing and turning, and thinking over what our parents threw at us.

At lunch, Rose and I went to our usual table to find it empty. Em and Alice were in the far corner as Jasper and Bella were nowhere in sight. So, we just sat down, but didn’t eat.

Rosalie sighed as she tried to hold the tears back.

“They hate us now,” she whispered. “What are we going to do?”

 

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Penname: Addicted-to-romione-bedward

 

Title: The Rainbow

 

Fandom: Twilight

 

Pairing: Edward/Jasper

 

Rating: M

 

I was in the line, hoping to get inside, when he came out. He was one hot specimen.

I couldn’t look away, even if I tried. The dark blond-haired guy was smoking hot, emphasis on smoking. He was currently flipping his Zippo at the end of the cigarette lolling from his mouth.

Those lips…fuck.

That was my cue. Why wait in vain to get inside the blasted club when everything I wanted was outside, mere feet away from me?

Determined, I broke from the line and held my lighter to his mouth. I wasn’t a smoker, but I always had a lighter on me.

He peered down at me—deep, slightly clouded, blue eyes—and I was a goner.

Bending his head closer and cocking it to the side, he cupped a hand around his smoke, all the while staring at me intensely and made me fumble to light his cigarette. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, watching mesmerized as small puffs of smoke left his mouth and nose.

I’d never felt so incapacitated before, not even when I came out to my best friend. Bella was actually happy we could gush together over hot actors.

Hearing his warm voice speaking to me made me high on him. “I’ve never seen you around here. Are you new in town?”

“Lived here all my life,” I answered automatically, staring captivated at his lips.

“I’d have remembered such a pretty face as yours,” he commented around his cigarette.

I shrugged, blushing and feeling like a total idiot.

“Want to see my bedroom ceiling?”

I gaped at him, not understanding the meaning of his proposal. What could be different about his ceiling? You’ve seen one, you’ve seen all. Maybe he needed ideas on renovation, but what an odd thing to ask his…trick. Was I his trick?

“Uh, sure. My mom’s an interior designer.” I knew a thing or two about designing a room.

“How sweet.” He flicked ash on the pavement at his feet.

 

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Title: Masen Equestrian: Home of My Heart

 

Author: Chandrakanta

 

Fandom: Twilight

 

Pairing: Edward/Bella

 

Rating: T

As we exited the truck, our imminent plans were preempted by the most gorgeous cowboy I could ever recall seeing, and I had certainly seen some handsome ones on TV. I didn’t normally notice boys—or men, rather; this guy was definitely a man, not a boy—unless they were attached to a horse, but this guy was, and he immediately caught my attention as I watched him with his horse. Don’t get me wrong, his looks were out of this world, but the rapport with his horse…! I’d seen it in videos, but this was the first time I’d witnessed it live.

He and his horse—a lovely little palomino… if I had to hazard a guess, I’d say she was some kind of Arabian cross due to her small shapely head and bone structure—came trotting over to us, the late afternoon sun glinting off her golden coat and his dark reddish hair. The most amazing thing was there was nothing, and I do mean absolutely nothing, on the horse except him. He kept his seat flawlessly without the benefit of a saddle and directed the horse to us with nothing but cues from his subtle body language, as the mare was absent a halter or bridle.

The man and his horse slowed to a stop in front us and the man quickly vaulted off the mare’s back. Now close up, I could see everything in detail that was just hinted at when he was at a distance. He was tall, over six feet. His reddish hair looked darker up close, intermixed with quite a few brown hairs and even some blond. His eyes were unique, a dark golden amber; it was a color I knew existed, but wasn’t seen often. The man looked young and fit, in his prime, but if I had to guess, I’d say he was in his late-twenties, or mid-thirties at the oldest.

“Good afternoon,” he greeted us. “I assume you’re a new student at the university,” he said, directing his attention toward me.

I nodded wordlessly, unable to find my voice to speak yet.

He smiled warmly at me and turned his attention back to my father. “Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Edward Masen. I own Masen Equestrian, the ranch where most of the student classes and activities will take place. I will also assist the professors when needed. I like to be here when new students arrive so I can introduce myself.” He held his hand out to my father, who took it and gave it a firm shake, the way men do, before releasing him.

 

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Title: Devil's Backbone

 

Author: Lacie Dixon

 

Fandom: The Walking Dead

 

Pairing: Daryl/OC

 

Rating: M

The first thing Jamie heard was laughter. Nasty laughter. It sounded evil in origin and had a distinct male timbre.

Then came the footsteps. They were heavy, indicating whoever was making them was large in stature or just a very heavy walker. Leaves and twigs broke and crushed under the weight of the footfalls and, since the sounds were getting louder, Jamie was fairly certain the person was moving towards her.

She knew she needed to get up, needed to run, but she couldn't. She was pinned underneath the dead weight of Marlie, her best friend.

It was hard for Jamie to correctly recall the events that led to the current outcome. She remembered laughing for the first time in a while as Matt did drunken impressions of Bill Murray and Chris Farley.

Jamie's group had consisted of Noah (her brother), Marlie (her best friend), Jenna, Nate, and Tessa (a small group they'd run into in Mobile), Matt (Noah's best friend), and an older couple: Dave and Brenda.

Jamie, Noah, Tessa, and Matt had just returned to the campsite from a supply run. They'd gotten lucky. There were plenty of things gathered and there hadn't been more than a few geeks at a time for them to take out. It was good fortune and well deserved, as far as Jamie was concerned. During the drive back, Matt noticed a small bar on the edge of the town they'd visited and begged until Noah finally turned the car around. They grabbed what was left - even the nasty shit - and headed back to the camp.

It had been a fun night...until a few men emerged from the woods.

 

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 Title: Bright Moon: A Prelude from Solstice

 

Author: Cristy MV/ Maya William

 

Fandom: Twilight World

 

Pairing: OC

 

Rating: T

 

It has been a few months since I have been able to sleep; between being nervous for Marian’s disappearance and having constant coughing attacks. Not being able to rest explains why my body hasn´t been able to heal itself.

I hate being so weak—one would think I’d be used to it by now. All of my life I have been the sick child of the family, the one that couldn´t go outside to play with my sisters, go to a fiesta (translation: party), or even to church. Papa arranged with the priest to come and join us for dinner every Sunday, and in return he would teach me about God.

 Most of my life I´ve been locked in this house. Papa’s afraid the next sickness will be my last; so far I´ve proved them wrong. I´ve always manage to survive each and every one—even as a baby, being premature—but the odds are against me. Papa likes to tell me I was so little, I could fit in the palm of his hand, like a small doll, and that it was hard to believe I was a living creature.

 “You are going to make it, my little Maya, you are a fighter.” Jacinta likes to remind me, each time I get sick, what my Mother hopes were for me, her newborn child. I have been close to dying more than once, but it seems Death likes to check on me every now before deciding in the last minute that it isn´t my time to leave.

“Preciosa,” (translation: Beautiful) I turn slowly and see Jacinta coming in, my Nana. (translation: Babysitter); She has been with us before I was born. She was a girl back then, but took me under her wing the minute my mother died. As usual she has a smile on her lips and her cheeks are rosy. She has a few strand of hair loose and some leaves in it. It seems she’s had a quick meeting with Jose, her Corazón (translation: heart), as she calls him, “you finally woke up from your siesta.”

 “Yes, Jacinta.” I smile back at her. “How is your Corazón?” her eyes widen, informing me that I caught her; she flushes.

“Shhh, Niña (translation: Child)! You are going to get me in trouble” She does a quick take back at the door and closes it behind her. She looks reproachful at me. She isn´t supposed to see Jose during her working hours, but I know nobody was near my room; I didn´t hear any creaking from the wooden floor.

“Nobody is out there, Jacinta.” I try to calm her nerves, and she sighs in relief. “But seriously, you should just get married. You have been dating for so long.” I was ten years old when they both started seeing each other—a total of ten years. I almost feel sorry for Jose. “Besides you just can´t keep away from each other.” I laugh when she flushes more.

“Niña!(translation: Child!)” She laughs a little bit. “Let´s get you ready, before deciding what my future is going to be. Mama is expecting a visitor.”

Well that definitely killed the good mood.

“Who is it going to be this time?” My voice whinny.

I can still remember the last couple of ´suitors´ Mama brought. She’s really is desperate to get Marissa married. The first candidate was closer to Papa´s age; the second one, I wouldn´t wish that man on anybody—not only he was not good looking, but he had no sense of humor whatsoever, and no patience for Marissa.

“Someone new,” Jacinta answers me while she opens my closet and analyses the dresses hanging in it. Her face is pensive; it seems it must be somebody important, considering how much thought she is giving to the decision.

 

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Title: Bloody Hell

 

Author: Sitalia

 

Fandom: Twilight

 

Pairing: Peter/Bella/Charlotte/Edward/Jasper

 

Rating: M/MA

 

I paced around the tent in my compound. Stupid sister couldn’t keep three vampires. First, MY Captain and his mate escaped because of that bitch Chelsea changing their ties, and then she has them come back for MY Major. Now he’s living with that bunny-sucking coven. At least for now I have my Captain back. Once word reached me that Major and Captain were gone, I quickly came back and tracked Peter and Charlotte down. Once they were under my shield, Chelsea’s power lifted and they came back willingly.

I’d had to keep myself hidden from the Volturi because they were hell bent on taking me out. Aro is a little bastard and can’t get anyone on his own. No, he has to send his guard to tamper with people’s memories so they don’t go running back to where they really want to be. Major loved it here. He was strong, respected, and feared. He also had his thirst quenched, but now they have him feeling like he’s worthless and weak. I will get my Major back. Just as I start to think of a plan, I hear the footfalls of my Captain. I would know his gait anywhere. Doesn’t seem like his mate is with him, though. She must not be back from her mission yet.

“Mistress, I have some news for you about the Major and also the Seer bitch that you wanted,” Peter says as he walks into the tent with his head lowered. Once he’s inside he drops to his knees in a submissive pose.

 

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Title: Lost in Paradise (Based on the Evanescence song by the same name)

 

Author: Lia Jane

 

Fandom: Vampire Diaries

 

Pairing: Stefan/Elena/Damon

 

Rating: M

 

It would’ve been so easy for Elena to give in to Damon’s demands. If she turned off her emotions like he asked, she wouldn’t feel a thing. She wouldn’t be forced to recall every moment of hers and Jeremy’s lives. She wouldn’t have to experience her heart – a heart that had already experienced death – literally breaking apart inside her chest. Most of all, she wouldn’t have to feel the crushing weight of the guilt.

Yes, it would be so easy. It would only take a second and all of her pain would end.

As Damon continued to urge her to “turn it off”, Elena looked at Jeremy’s still form lying on the couch. She remembered his wobbly first steps and how she’d helped him until he was able to do it on his own. She remembered how he’d called her “Na” because he wasn’t able to say her name. His first day of school, his first little league game, and every other milestone moment flashed through her mind.

Elena had gotten to experience them all and when their parents died, she took it upon herself to be there for him whether he wanted her around or not.  

Even though they’d seen their share of pain, there were a lot of heartbreakingly wonderful moments that she could recall to her mind. And now, she would never again hear his laugh or see his smile.

If only she’d never met Stefan or Damon, wasn’t some mystical Doppelganger, and was never introduced to the supernatural. It was her selfish desires that led them here and ultimately killed everyone she’d ever cared for.

In that moment, she realized she didn’t deserve peace. She couldn’t turn off her emotions because she needed to feel it, all of it. She deserved to endure every single agonizing second because it would be her punishment, her curse.

Damon and Stefan would do nothing but try to make her feel better and convince her to just turn the emotions off until she was better able to handle it, but she couldn’t allow them to do that. The last thing she wanted was to be their burden, but she also knew they wouldn’t let her out of their sight if they knew. She would just have to make them believe it, at least until she was able to make her escape.

With one final look at her brother, she blinked, willing the tears to stop and the hysteria still bubbling underneath her skin to quiet. She took on a mask of indifference and mentally prepared herself to do what she had to do.

Elena rose to her feet and grabbed another match from the mantle, lighting it and dropping it onto the floor.