Fan Fiction- definition by dictionary.com
a fictional account written by a fan of a show, movie, book, or video game to explore themes and ideas that will not or cannot be explored via the originating medium basically, lets say i read twilight. and i want to write my own version of twilight but with a twist or different scenarios. i write it and it's now a fan fiction. well, i read some fanfiction for several movies, books, and tv shows and i was looking at the ones for twilight and stumbled upon Wide Awake on live journal. this is not your average twilight fanfiction. first, everyone is human. second, the love relationships are the same(i.e. bella+edward, carlisle+esme, alice+jasper) but the families are different. read the story to find out what i mean. third, its written beautifully with alot of teenage angst and some sexual bits here and there. fourth, its a damn good story! keep in mind this is rated M for mature themes, sexual situations, and foul language. bella and edward both have had traumatic experiences as children which causes them to have nightmares whenever they sleep. they find friendship, comfort, and love in each other when helping to keep each other wide awake. its pretty long at 52 chapters but is a really good read. although, i don't like the ending few chapters very much. but even if you don't like twilight its still really good! it's written by angstgoddess003 and here is the link where u can find all chapters of Wide Awake. just scroll down and the links will be on the right. and to tempt some of u, here is a snibit of one of the chapters when edward figures out he is in love with bella. WARNING: MAKEOUT SESSION AND FOUL LANGUAGE! |
And I just had to fucking do it. I tried to justify the risk with the fact that I wanted her to have a New Years kiss like every one else. Or maybe even because I wanted one too. But it was a fucking lie. The tugging was pulling me to her so strongly that I couldn’t fucking take it anymore. I shot up from my chair and sprinted towards her, hugging the cover of the darkness that we lingered on the fringe of. She didn’t see me coming, but I knew she felt me. The electricity that she always said made me feel like home to her. When I finally reached her I grabbed her covered arm and pulled her back towards me into more of the darkness. She spun around and looked at me wide eyed, but I didn’t have the time to explain. So I held her arm firmly and pulled her away from the river and the meadow, jogging to the safe cover of the gazebo. She remained silent as she followed hastily behind me. Once we ran up onto the platform of the dark gazebo, I spun around and pushed her up against one of the large beams that would hide us from the sight of the crowd. Her eyes were wide and shocked as I chanced a peek around the beam to determine if we were seen. But everyone was too caught up in their own kissing partners to notice anything else as the countdown reached twenty seconds. I was kind of fucking breathless from the adrenaline of the running and sneaking around. I glanced back at my girl who was standing in front of me pressed up against the beam wide eyed and searching my face. I stepped closer to her until I was pressed completely against her, almost completely relaxing as the tugging inside of me subsided with her proximity, and pulled her hood off. I let out a deep breath and smiled at my girl. The first real smile I had felt in days. She looked so fucking confused it made me want to chuckle at her. But instead I just took her little face in between my hands as the countdown reached fifteen. People were counting down already as I leaned my face into hers. Understanding finally dawned across her face as the crowd chanted the seconds away. And then she fucking smiled at me. Big and full of teeth and all of her radiance and beauty beaming right at my face, and holy fucking christ, had I missed the sight of it. Her eyes were shining with something akin to relief and happiness, and brimming with the unconditional love that she felt for me. But I wasn’t looking away this time. I wanted her to have it. And I needed to do it. The tugging had subsided, but I could still feel the need to be closer. I put my lips barely against hers and closed my eyes as the countdown reached ten, and I could feel her fucking struggling to hold the smile back so she could kiss me right, but it was so big that she barely could. And I just fucking smiled against her lips too. Because how could I not when she smiled like that? At me. For me. Because of me. I grabbed her face firmer, stroking her cheeks with my thumbs, and tangling my fingers into the soft hair behind her ears and struggling to wait for the last second to put my full force on her lips and kiss her fucking senseless to ease the tugging. I didn’t even bother with the bullshit soft kisses. When the countdown finally hit one, I just fucking plunged my tongue in between her smiling lips as the need to be closer to her completely overcame me. And she accepted it with an enthusiasm that made me weak in the knees as she dove her fingers into my hair and pulled my face closer to deepen the kiss and push her tongue into my mouth. My movements grew frantic as my breath sped up and I pushed against her tongue frenziedly and pressed against her body. There were loud booming fireworks in the background and that stupid fucking New Years song, Auld Lang Syne. But I couldn’t hear or feel anything but my girl pressed against me. So fucking tightly that the ring nestled between my t-shirt and my skin was pressing painfully against my scarred chest. She gripped my leather jacket with one fist, pulling me and moving her tongue against mine just as fiercely. I pressed my body impossibly closer while I urgently pressed against her tongue with mine. She was so fucking sandwiched between me and that beam that I knew it had to hurt, but she just kept pulling me closer and tilting her head to deepen the kiss further. My head was thick and fuzzy with lust as I pushed into her hips with mine. But there was something else with it. And I was pulling and tugging and pressing, and being too fucking rough with my girl. But I couldn’t restrain the need to possess her completely. To just fucking crawl inside of her and never leave. And the raw feeling that it ignited within me made me fucking whimper into her mouth as I tugged her hair. It was something so fucking new and alien and more intense than anything I had ever felt before. I didn’t know what name to give it. I couldn’t discern anything from the raw need to be closer to her. I had no way of knowing how close it was to the love I had been desperately seeking, but I knew it was on a completely new level for me. A level above simple caring and friendship and adoration, and even lust. And I fucking basked in it. Nearly laughing into her mouth as the complete euphoria of the foreign emotion filled me to the brim. Instead of questioning it, I just fucking poured that new emotion into our kiss. Whatever it was, I gave it to her completely, hoping and fucking praying she could feel it, and maybe tell me what it was and if it was good enough for her. ................. I laughed breathlessly at the wooden beam in front of me as I held her head to my neck tightly, still fucking basking in it. She probably thought I was fucking insane, but she never pulled away from my neck to tell me so. I kept laughing and panting as she trailed the kisses up my throat and to my cheeks and chin, and just fucking everywhere. And once I had caught my breath enough to do so, I gave her all the kisses back. Grabbing her face between my hands and scattering tiny kisses around her little cheekbones as she still smiled at me radiantly and tugged my hair closer. I used all my kisses and my eyes and my smiles to finally fucking show her mine. I didn’t know what mine was yet, but it was there. And it made her smile and chuckle around my lips with each kiss that I planted on her overheated skin. And when I had every inch of her beautiful face covered, I wrapped my arms around her tiny waist and held her against me firmly. She chuckled breathlessly once again and returned my embrace with vigor. Exhausted from the kiss, I dropped my face onto her shoulder, turning so that I could rest my lips against the warm skin of her neck, and smiled into it joyously. It was hands down the happiest fucking moment of my entire existence. want more? click here! P.S. the blog formatted the story weird. sorry :/ |
