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anythingbutgreymore fic. ya rly! how many does that make this month alone?
mems say 9. haha that's half my fic stock of my ENTIRE LJ LIFE. 10 if you count conversations we pretend never happened, which was posted one month and three days ago. :)
do you like the title, bbs? i can't decide. no, really, tell me. i can change it if you don't think it works. NO PROBLEMS. also, lolz at this being the title of my lj too. :)
Also, yes, I know this has been done a thousand times. I DON'T CARE. i like this one for once.
anyway. fic.
Title: Love, Just Like Blood, Will Always Stain
Ship: Jacob/Bella
Rated: PG-13 for very much only implied sexuality
Spoilers: Eclipse.
A/N: Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
snowfire for the beta. Title is from the Tilly and the Wall song, 'Fell Down the Stairs.' For the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
twilight_tables prompt Handshakes at Sunrise
Summary: They are invisible when anyone could see them in the light.
They part with handshakes at sunrise and hasty goodbyes.
A kiss at parting means love, and this love isn’t allowed anymore.
Words like can’t set the rules nowadays.
***
His fingers draw letters on her naked back and she reads them to him. His words on her body make her shudder in a way she shouldn’t be able to anymore.
He says, “Won’t he know?”
It’s a familiar conversation. Their lives play on repeat in minds that forget nothing.
She smiles. “Of course he knows. You know he can read my mind now, too. As if the smell weren’t enough.”
He swallows. She can hear him. She can hear everything about him, the way his heart speeds up at her voice, her touch, her.
“Do you care that he knows?” he asks, still fearing the answer after all this time.
She doesn’t think she will ever forgive herself for what she has done to him.
She twists around to look at him. “No,” she says.
He grins in a way that makes her feel like her heart is almost beating again.
Almosts are key here, amongst the sands of La Push where treaties are null simply because she exists.
The sun peeks at them, and she scrambles to her feet and into her clothes.
“Well,” she says, eyeing the skyline with a look too close to fear.
“Well,” he says, and their hands clasp in some perverse farewell. It’s tradition between them, begun long ago when they were pretending even more than now.
She’s gone before he has time to even think of changing this ritual.
They are invisible when anyone could see them in the light.
***
Another night with the same setting, he asks, “Why doesn’t it bother you that he knows?”
She shrugs. “Change in perspective.”
“Change of species, more like it,” he mutters.
A growl builds in her throat and she pulls away from him. She tries to move to her feet, to run even while the moon shines on their skins. He moves quickly too, though, and grabs her by the wrist, holding her back.
“Stay,” he says, with the sound of an apology.
She pulls her arms from his grasp with a soft grunt of anger, but sits back down anyway. She can refuse him little these days. While the skies are dark, anyway.
The sunlight brings reality and Bella Cullen. The night sings songs of the past, motorcycles, and Bella Swan. She likes the way her name fits in her mouth in the evening, like the chocolate she once thought sweet. She likes the way he says her name, too, like porcelain, while their only witnesses are stars.
He’s right, though, and she has always hated when he’s right. She never learns. The transformation changed everything. More of everything than she expected.
Their lives have no room for take backs, though, and all she can do is keep going.
***
The worst thing about reading each other’s minds is that the entire pack knows what each individual member thinks of the other.
Jacob knows, for instance, that Paul hates him. Hates her. Hates Jacob for loving her and hates Jacob for making Paul understand just how real it is.
Paul says to him, “You make me sick.”
Jacob grins. “But you get it, and now you can’t go back.”
Paul scowls.
Jacob nods. “It was that way for me, too.”
***
She came back into his life with a quiet knock at the door and a wince at his smell.
“May I come in?” she asked, and the answer was yes before she even spoke.
She asked and he caved and things have been that way ever since.
The things one allows to preserve what was once lost to them.
***
She arrives with the setting of the sun.
They are not a nightly event. She arrives some evenings without warning and he never feels surprised.
She tugs him by the hand and doesn’t ask questions that need not be spoken.
She leads the way in the dark and it reminds him of the time he pulled her by the hand out of his dark garage as her father searched for them and they hid their so human secret of motorcycles. She was lost, then; he is lost now.
He can’t look at her and not feel loss itself, manifest, in him. Inside.
Sometimes she can tell. His masks don’t work as well as they once did.
Her fingers flutter softly on his face and he wishes he could really breathe her in. She still smells of strawberries, but an ugly stench lurks behind it.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she says.
He wants to say, I can’t stop, but won’t.
She closes her eyes as if to cry and he wishes she could have the release of a singular sob. He kisses her because it’s all he can do to help her these days.
She never admits she made a mistake. They both know how worthless that conversation would be.
***
She draws slow circles on his back.
“It’s nice out tonight,” she says, both of their minds in other worlds long gone.
“Mm,” he mutters in response. “A little warm.”
He can hear her smiling. “You’re always warm,” she says.
He can’t help but laugh too, even while his mouth struggles with words he cannot say and isn’t even supposed to think.
“You would know best,” he says and she hits him on the arm. He winces.
She gasps, “Sorry. I still forget.” She gestures to herself, glowing even under the moon. “How I could forget,” she mutters, “I don’t know.”
Twisting to look at her, he says, “I need to tell you something.”
She tilts her head and waits. He gestures for her to lie on her stomach now, and she rolls her eyes.
“Seriously, Jacob,” she mumbles, but complies.
He spells out the I slowly, smoothly, and she reads it back to him. He dances a star across her skin, their language for space.
L. O.
She’s gone before he finishes the V.
***
He waits.
Neither of them is going anywhere anytime soon.
Days and weeks and months pass and he survives it all, because he remembers how she always comes back.
Alternative options are unfeasible.
Billy eyes him uncomfortably and Jacob sees him whispering to Sam at bonfires.
Sam doesn’t say anything, but, of course, Jacob knows he’s worried too. He remembers having secrets once, a lifetime ago.
He basks in the comforts of his facades and convinces himself he’s better off.
Without her, he really is an excellent liar.
***
She returns a year after she left, again with a knock at his door and again without him being surprised.
He moves to the side to allow her entrance, but she just stands in the doorway.
“You shouldn’t say things like that to me,” she says, her voice chilly.
He shrugs. “What did he say?”
It always comes down to this. What did Edward say.
She shakes her head. “It doesn’t matter.”
It has always mattered, though. This entire mess transpired because of what Edward did and didn’t say.
Did: I love you forever.
Didn’t: Joining me in forever will destroy you beyond repair, along with everyone you know, including that boy on the reservation who dreams about you every night.
His hands shake small tremors and she turns on her heels and walks away.
Behind the closed door, he releases a small smile at her return.
***
They return to beach meetings at twilight and waves that would lull them to sleep if she could. He, for his part, refuses to miss a moment of her to close his eyes and she laughs at him, a deeper concern peeking out as she brushes her fingers along the growing bags under his eyes.
“You need to sleep,” she whispers and it feels familiar from their old lives.
He shakes his head. “I can be nocturnal too, you know.” His words slur together under the pressures of sleepless nights.
She smiles again. “No, you can’t.”
The words sit across their chests like anvils. It stops them (him) from breathing and sleep becomes an incomprehensible word.
***
Edward glances at her from across a kitchen table they don’t use when she wanders in some afternoon.
She knows the human memories are supposed to fade, but it’s only been two and a half years, and she supposes it just hasn’t happened yet. She remembers what he once was. Before. How she sighed into his bite before the screaming. How he held her hand for three days, never moving, waiting. How the pain died just like she did and she smiled. How things fell so downhill from there.
No take-backs, Bella, she reminds herself, and watches him wince at her voice in his head. They don’t know how that happened either, why all her quiet secrets were suddenly pushed onto display cases.
“Why haven’t you told him you love him?” he asks for the thousandth time.
She rolls her eyes. “Because I don’t love him, Edward. How many times do we have to go over this?”
He shakes his head. “You said that once before, too. You were wrong.”
Glaring at him, she spits back, “I’ve been wrong about quite a bit in my life, haven’t I?”
These low blows are their lives now. He used to be everything to her. She doesn’t know if she should cry or scream or run or even laugh.
“I shouldn’t have changed you,” he mutters, also for the thousandth time. There’s a scratch in the CD that repeats the same words forever.
She sighs quietly, her anger briefly going on vacation. “I shouldn’t have let you. It’s not your fault. We didn’t expect us to fall apart.”
Everyone she knows is on an endless quest for forgiveness and salvation and she doubts any of them will ever find it.
***
Jacob asks her the same thing.
Writing it on her just the once lets the words out of their bags and they sit in the pauses between sentences, between gasps and sighs.
“You love me,” he says. It’s not a question, actually.
The only time he reminds her of that boy she once knew, that boy too brave to hide how he was falling apart, is when he says things like this. She once found it so endlessly aggravating. Now, she nearly craves it. It’s her fraction of hope that she hasn’t destroyed everything.
She rolls her eyes again. “No, I don’t.”
He laughs. “I do recall you saying that once before.”
Edward and Jacob have more similarities than anyone will ever admit for fear of death or pain.
She smiles. “Things change.” At least she can smile about it.
He takes her by both wrists and she knows she couldn’t break free, even if she wanted to. “Some things don’t,” he says. “And I love you.”
She doesn’t say anything, but she doesn’t try to run, either.
*
feedback?
companion fic.
mems say 9. haha that's half my fic stock of my ENTIRE LJ LIFE. 10 if you count conversations we pretend never happened, which was posted one month and three days ago. :)
do you like the title, bbs? i can't decide. no, really, tell me. i can change it if you don't think it works. NO PROBLEMS. also, lolz at this being the title of my lj too. :)
Also, yes, I know this has been done a thousand times. I DON'T CARE. i like this one for once.
anyway. fic.
Title: Love, Just Like Blood, Will Always Stain
Ship: Jacob/Bella
Rated: PG-13 for very much only implied sexuality
Spoilers: Eclipse.
A/N: Thanks to
snowfire for the beta. Title is from the Tilly and the Wall song, 'Fell Down the Stairs.' For the twilight_tables prompt Handshakes at SunriseSummary: They are invisible when anyone could see them in the light.
They part with handshakes at sunrise and hasty goodbyes.
A kiss at parting means love, and this love isn’t allowed anymore.
Words like can’t set the rules nowadays.
***
His fingers draw letters on her naked back and she reads them to him. His words on her body make her shudder in a way she shouldn’t be able to anymore.
He says, “Won’t he know?”
It’s a familiar conversation. Their lives play on repeat in minds that forget nothing.
She smiles. “Of course he knows. You know he can read my mind now, too. As if the smell weren’t enough.”
He swallows. She can hear him. She can hear everything about him, the way his heart speeds up at her voice, her touch, her.
“Do you care that he knows?” he asks, still fearing the answer after all this time.
She doesn’t think she will ever forgive herself for what she has done to him.
She twists around to look at him. “No,” she says.
He grins in a way that makes her feel like her heart is almost beating again.
Almosts are key here, amongst the sands of La Push where treaties are null simply because she exists.
The sun peeks at them, and she scrambles to her feet and into her clothes.
“Well,” she says, eyeing the skyline with a look too close to fear.
“Well,” he says, and their hands clasp in some perverse farewell. It’s tradition between them, begun long ago when they were pretending even more than now.
She’s gone before he has time to even think of changing this ritual.
They are invisible when anyone could see them in the light.
***
Another night with the same setting, he asks, “Why doesn’t it bother you that he knows?”
She shrugs. “Change in perspective.”
“Change of species, more like it,” he mutters.
A growl builds in her throat and she pulls away from him. She tries to move to her feet, to run even while the moon shines on their skins. He moves quickly too, though, and grabs her by the wrist, holding her back.
“Stay,” he says, with the sound of an apology.
She pulls her arms from his grasp with a soft grunt of anger, but sits back down anyway. She can refuse him little these days. While the skies are dark, anyway.
The sunlight brings reality and Bella Cullen. The night sings songs of the past, motorcycles, and Bella Swan. She likes the way her name fits in her mouth in the evening, like the chocolate she once thought sweet. She likes the way he says her name, too, like porcelain, while their only witnesses are stars.
He’s right, though, and she has always hated when he’s right. She never learns. The transformation changed everything. More of everything than she expected.
Their lives have no room for take backs, though, and all she can do is keep going.
***
The worst thing about reading each other’s minds is that the entire pack knows what each individual member thinks of the other.
Jacob knows, for instance, that Paul hates him. Hates her. Hates Jacob for loving her and hates Jacob for making Paul understand just how real it is.
Paul says to him, “You make me sick.”
Jacob grins. “But you get it, and now you can’t go back.”
Paul scowls.
Jacob nods. “It was that way for me, too.”
***
She came back into his life with a quiet knock at the door and a wince at his smell.
“May I come in?” she asked, and the answer was yes before she even spoke.
She asked and he caved and things have been that way ever since.
The things one allows to preserve what was once lost to them.
***
She arrives with the setting of the sun.
They are not a nightly event. She arrives some evenings without warning and he never feels surprised.
She tugs him by the hand and doesn’t ask questions that need not be spoken.
She leads the way in the dark and it reminds him of the time he pulled her by the hand out of his dark garage as her father searched for them and they hid their so human secret of motorcycles. She was lost, then; he is lost now.
He can’t look at her and not feel loss itself, manifest, in him. Inside.
Sometimes she can tell. His masks don’t work as well as they once did.
Her fingers flutter softly on his face and he wishes he could really breathe her in. She still smells of strawberries, but an ugly stench lurks behind it.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she says.
He wants to say, I can’t stop, but won’t.
She closes her eyes as if to cry and he wishes she could have the release of a singular sob. He kisses her because it’s all he can do to help her these days.
She never admits she made a mistake. They both know how worthless that conversation would be.
***
She draws slow circles on his back.
“It’s nice out tonight,” she says, both of their minds in other worlds long gone.
“Mm,” he mutters in response. “A little warm.”
He can hear her smiling. “You’re always warm,” she says.
He can’t help but laugh too, even while his mouth struggles with words he cannot say and isn’t even supposed to think.
“You would know best,” he says and she hits him on the arm. He winces.
She gasps, “Sorry. I still forget.” She gestures to herself, glowing even under the moon. “How I could forget,” she mutters, “I don’t know.”
Twisting to look at her, he says, “I need to tell you something.”
She tilts her head and waits. He gestures for her to lie on her stomach now, and she rolls her eyes.
“Seriously, Jacob,” she mumbles, but complies.
He spells out the I slowly, smoothly, and she reads it back to him. He dances a star across her skin, their language for space.
L. O.
She’s gone before he finishes the V.
***
He waits.
Neither of them is going anywhere anytime soon.
Days and weeks and months pass and he survives it all, because he remembers how she always comes back.
Alternative options are unfeasible.
Billy eyes him uncomfortably and Jacob sees him whispering to Sam at bonfires.
Sam doesn’t say anything, but, of course, Jacob knows he’s worried too. He remembers having secrets once, a lifetime ago.
He basks in the comforts of his facades and convinces himself he’s better off.
Without her, he really is an excellent liar.
***
She returns a year after she left, again with a knock at his door and again without him being surprised.
He moves to the side to allow her entrance, but she just stands in the doorway.
“You shouldn’t say things like that to me,” she says, her voice chilly.
He shrugs. “What did he say?”
It always comes down to this. What did Edward say.
She shakes her head. “It doesn’t matter.”
It has always mattered, though. This entire mess transpired because of what Edward did and didn’t say.
Did: I love you forever.
Didn’t: Joining me in forever will destroy you beyond repair, along with everyone you know, including that boy on the reservation who dreams about you every night.
His hands shake small tremors and she turns on her heels and walks away.
Behind the closed door, he releases a small smile at her return.
***
They return to beach meetings at twilight and waves that would lull them to sleep if she could. He, for his part, refuses to miss a moment of her to close his eyes and she laughs at him, a deeper concern peeking out as she brushes her fingers along the growing bags under his eyes.
“You need to sleep,” she whispers and it feels familiar from their old lives.
He shakes his head. “I can be nocturnal too, you know.” His words slur together under the pressures of sleepless nights.
She smiles again. “No, you can’t.”
The words sit across their chests like anvils. It stops them (him) from breathing and sleep becomes an incomprehensible word.
***
Edward glances at her from across a kitchen table they don’t use when she wanders in some afternoon.
She knows the human memories are supposed to fade, but it’s only been two and a half years, and she supposes it just hasn’t happened yet. She remembers what he once was. Before. How she sighed into his bite before the screaming. How he held her hand for three days, never moving, waiting. How the pain died just like she did and she smiled. How things fell so downhill from there.
No take-backs, Bella, she reminds herself, and watches him wince at her voice in his head. They don’t know how that happened either, why all her quiet secrets were suddenly pushed onto display cases.
“Why haven’t you told him you love him?” he asks for the thousandth time.
She rolls her eyes. “Because I don’t love him, Edward. How many times do we have to go over this?”
He shakes his head. “You said that once before, too. You were wrong.”
Glaring at him, she spits back, “I’ve been wrong about quite a bit in my life, haven’t I?”
These low blows are their lives now. He used to be everything to her. She doesn’t know if she should cry or scream or run or even laugh.
“I shouldn’t have changed you,” he mutters, also for the thousandth time. There’s a scratch in the CD that repeats the same words forever.
She sighs quietly, her anger briefly going on vacation. “I shouldn’t have let you. It’s not your fault. We didn’t expect us to fall apart.”
Everyone she knows is on an endless quest for forgiveness and salvation and she doubts any of them will ever find it.
***
Jacob asks her the same thing.
Writing it on her just the once lets the words out of their bags and they sit in the pauses between sentences, between gasps and sighs.
“You love me,” he says. It’s not a question, actually.
The only time he reminds her of that boy she once knew, that boy too brave to hide how he was falling apart, is when he says things like this. She once found it so endlessly aggravating. Now, she nearly craves it. It’s her fraction of hope that she hasn’t destroyed everything.
She rolls her eyes again. “No, I don’t.”
He laughs. “I do recall you saying that once before.”
Edward and Jacob have more similarities than anyone will ever admit for fear of death or pain.
She smiles. “Things change.” At least she can smile about it.
He takes her by both wrists and she knows she couldn’t break free, even if she wanted to. “Some things don’t,” he says. “And I love you.”
She doesn’t say anything, but she doesn’t try to run, either.
*
feedback?
companion fic.
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Date: 2007-08-27 01:54 am (UTC)“May I come in?” she asked, and the answer was yes before she even spoke.
She asked and he caved and things have been that way ever since.
The things one allows to preserve what was once lost to them.
You slay me. It just keeps getting better. This was divine.
Have I told you lately that I love you? 'Cause, uh... yeah.
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Date: 2007-08-27 03:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-27 02:12 am (UTC)i don't even know if you killed it in a good or a bad way. all i know is that i'm all depressed now. i'm sure if THAT'S good or bad. :(
still love you though, obvs. soul-killer. ♥
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Date: 2007-08-27 02:12 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-08-27 02:20 am (UTC)Her fingers flutter softly on his face and he wishes he could really breathe her in.
The way you write, it's beautiful.
You're amazinggg, and this is just amazing.
Just gah, there are not enough words in the English language to express how pretty this was as a whole.
♥
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Date: 2007-08-27 03:22 am (UTC)AND OH MY GOD STEVEN STRAIT.
domeplz.
i love how that boy consistently wrecks me.
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Date: 2007-08-27 02:21 am (UTC)I don't even know what to say. That was utterly perfect, and horribly, horribly hurty. Oh Bella. Oh Jacob.
So, so perfect.
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Date: 2007-08-27 03:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-27 02:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-27 04:06 am (UTC)glad you liked it!
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Date: 2007-08-27 02:53 am (UTC)But I love this. I love it with a burning fiery passion. I want to print it and hang it up on my wall and show it to all my friends.
Amazing! You're such a good author. I love how you wrote in third person-it really made the story better!
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Date: 2007-08-27 03:00 am (UTC)I'm very glad you enjoyed the fic. I love getting comments from E/B shippers, because I know if you lot liked it, then I did my job properly. I hope to see you again!
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Date: 2007-08-27 02:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-27 03:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-27 03:37 am (UTC)=(
He spells out the I slowly, smoothly, and she reads it back to him. He dances a star across her skin, their language for space.
L. O.
She’s gone before he finishes the V.
;_____________;
She returns a year after she left, again with a knock at his door and again without him being surprised.
He moves to the side to allow her entrance, but she just stands in the doorway.
“You shouldn’t say things like that to me,” she says, her voice chilly.
He shrugs. “What did he say?”
It always comes down to this. What did Edward say.
She shakes her head. “It doesn’t matter.”
It has always mattered, though. This entire mess transpired because of what Edward did and didn’t say.
Did: I love you forever.
Didn’t: Joining me in forever will destroy you beyond repair, along with everyone you know, including that boy on the reservation who dreams about you every night.
His hands shake small tremors and she turns on her heels and walks away.
Behind the closed door, he releases a small smile at her return.
A YEAR D:.
No take-backs, Bella, she reminds herself, and watches him wince at her voice in his head.
Aww, Eddie =(.
So, this fic pretty much killed me.
Ugggggggggh, it seems more and more like this is how it's going to have to happen for J/B, given the direction I fear Breaking Dawn will go. *SIGH* ;___;
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Date: 2007-08-27 03:45 am (UTC)glad you liked it, bb!
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Date: 2007-08-27 03:38 am (UTC)Oh...and:
Didn’t: Joining me in forever will destroy you beyond repair, along with everyone you know, including that boy on the reservation who dreams about you every night.
that line killed. me. Oh, Jake. :(
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Date: 2007-08-27 03:45 am (UTC)that's one of my favorite lines too. :)
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Date: 2007-08-27 04:06 am (UTC)Twisting to look at her, he says, “I need to tell you something.”
She tilts her head and waits. He gestures for her to lie on her stomach now, and she rolls her eyes.
“Seriously, Jacob,” she mumbles, but complies.
He spells out the I slowly, smoothly, and she reads it back to him. He dances a star across her skin, their language for space.
L. O.
She’s gone before he finishes the V.
That KILLED me. KILLED. I AM DED OVER HERE.
ps. ♥ ♥ ♥
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Date: 2007-08-27 04:09 am (UTC)hee. glad you liked it, bb. :)
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Date: 2007-08-27 05:58 am (UTC)there's a lot of variations 'cause i was playing around and messing with textures a loooot.
i haven't touched PS in about a week so i'm really, really rusty and ugh. sorry, hon. i'll try again later when i'm feeling a bit more inspired, okay? also sorry that i only used one of the photos you gave me; i'll try again some other time, i promise. i did use thora birch for all the icons though, annnd i used henry cavill for the third row, and gaspard for the second and fourth rows. i know you don't care for him (nor do i, honestly) but decent photos of henry are scarce, so. :/
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Date: 2007-08-27 06:55 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-08-27 11:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-27 10:22 pm (UTC)thanks for the review!
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Date: 2007-08-27 08:27 pm (UTC)You slay me. Beautiful, and once again I question my allegiance to the Edward/Bella ship.
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Date: 2007-08-27 10:21 pm (UTC)you know, ship hopping is a lovely thing.
when you hop the right ship, that is. :)
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Date: 2007-08-28 10:47 pm (UTC)THIS. THIS is it. THIS is your J/B fic FOREVER. I'm totally serious. This one is kicking 'conversations we pretend never happened' and going WAKE UP! I'M HERE! THIS IS HAPPENING!
I'm serious, while I was reading this I was just like, WHOA. THIS IS AMAZING. No, strike that, this is UNBELIEVABLE. DO YOU SEE THESE CAPSLOCKS??!!
The letters and the name changes, I'm telling you, this is your j/b fic. Like, so yours and so YOU that it sort of makes everything pale in comparison.
♥
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Date: 2007-08-28 10:49 pm (UTC)i like this one the most too, actually. it can beat conversations. yay! :)
you are so amazing, doll. thanks. :)
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Date: 2007-09-01 02:51 am (UTC)He spells out the I slowly, smoothly, and she reads it back to him. He dances a star across her skin, their language for space.
L. O.
She’s gone before he finishes the V
Sdfgjsdfk, this is so heartbreakingly perfect. Thanks very much for writing this fic!
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Date: 2007-09-01 04:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-02 06:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-02 02:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-13 03:50 am (UTC)Seriously, I've been looking for good J/B fics to read but afraid that they will be horrible or something... but this, THIS is the perfect fic to start. XD
*saves for later readage*
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Date: 2007-09-13 03:53 am (UTC)if you'd like more j/b fic, i'd check out the recs here (http://anythingbutgrey.livejournal.com/tag/rec+post) and you can find more of my fics in my mems.
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Date: 2007-09-14 12:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-14 01:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-18 08:01 am (UTC)You. are. brilliant.
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Date: 2007-10-18 03:08 pm (UTC)thank yoU!
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Date: 2007-12-08 05:28 pm (UTC)you really are a really good writer though!!
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Date: 2007-12-08 05:38 pm (UTC)fanfiction.
i can do whatever i want, and i think it's completely logical it would go this way. if you disagree that's fine, but the fact that you are anonymous while stating it is just recognition of the fact that you shouldn't be saying it.
you really do make your ship look bad when you do things like this.
Notice I am logged in, and everyone knows who I am when I say:
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Date: 2008-02-08 02:01 pm (UTC)Ok so at the risk of sounding like I am just leeching off your username, I just wanna say that I love how this fic is all shades of grey. There's nothing really black and white about Bella's relationships with Jacob or Edward; and it's this complexity that I thought really stood out in this fic. Love the motif of the back spelling; sweet, sexy, hot and very very J/B.
Love! <3
ZOMG companion piece! *flails and races off*
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Date: 2008-02-09 04:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-01 10:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-22 09:24 am (UTC)you slaughter me with words. i should be sleeping, but fic reading duty is demanding and. dammit. i just love this. i've read it before but kshfkdj GUH. it's worth bearing the shadows under my eyes tomorrow for!
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Date: 2008-07-07 12:04 am (UTC)