http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7036128/1/Offside
I don't know what I need to tell you about this fic, because more than likely, you're already reading it. But, on the very rare chance that you're not seriously addicted to this like freakin' crack, here's some info for ya...so you can become obsessed with the rest of us!First off, my girl Savage has written an Edward here that I just love. I said it from the first chapter, I love this boy. This might be weird to some of you, because Edward's isn't exactly the nicest guy. He's got a huge ego, being the soccer star of his high school...he's an asshole to pretty much everyone, teachers included...gets any girl he wants, when he wants...yeah, and everyone loves and kisses his ass.
I freakin' loved him!
However, the new girl Bella isn't falling for his shit. She isn't interested in becoming a conquest or being his friend. And although she thinks she sees good points in him from time to time, he continues to change her mind rather quickly.
"Let me just make a quick observation," I said as I looked into her brown eyes. "You do want to see me practice, and you do want to see me with my shirt off. You'd probably like to see more, too."
"Oh yes, because you are such the charmer." Her voice was dripping with sarcasm and she rolled her eyes, but her pupils were slightly more dilated than they had been, and her lips were darkening in color.
"Yes, you do," I insisted.
I lifted my head off my arms, pulled my legs up and got on my knees on the bench seat. Then I leaned over the table, getting right up close to her. I moved forward until I was only a few inches from her face.
"There are several ways I can tell," I informed her, keeping my voice low and soft. I let my tongue dart out and lick my lips, noting her distraction is her eyes flickered to my mouth and back again. "Like right now, I know what you're thinking about."
"Oh really?" she said, trying to sound snarky but not quite pulling it off.
"Yeah," I responded. "You're breathing faster, your heart's pounding in your chest. Right now you're thinking about how it would feel to have my mouth on yours. You're wondering if I'd kiss you hard and rough or soft and gentle. You're thinking about just how it would taste to have my tongue in your mouth, and where I might put my hands on you…I bet you're even getting wet, aren't you?"
Even as her eyes went wide with shock, and she seemed just a little bit paralyzed by what I had just said, I leaned forward a bit more, and moved my mouth close to her ear. I was pushing my luck…I knew I was. Sometimes I just couldn't help myself.
"Are your panties wet, Rumple?"
She gasped, and I watched her hands tighten into fists as she yanked them out of my grasp. Her eyes narrowed, and Rumple's little kitten claws came out, tearing at me.
"You are the most conceited, narcissistic, obnoxious jerk I have ever met in my entire life!" She swung her legs around to the other side of the bench and stomped off.
Now this is were it get interesting. Because you know it can't be that cut and dry. When things about Edward's home life with his Dad start to unravel, you find yourself feeling desperately sorry for him. At times it's even heartbreaking.
"I can do it," I said as I wrapped one end around the other and looped it through. He pointed his chin up at the ceiling.
"Yeah, and where the fuck are you going to be next year?" he growled, and I saw his hands clench into fists. I tried to tie a little faster. "Who is going to tie it for the city banquet then, huh?""If I played for the Sounders I'd be-"
"You aren't playing for the fucking Sounders!" he screamed. I tried to step back, but it wasn't enough. His hands pushed against my chest, knocking me backwards into the bathroom counter. Pain shot up from the small of my back as it made contact with the edge of the counter, and I winced. "You are going to Europe and playing football! Real Volturi! Real football!"
I started to move to the side to get out the door, but he shoved me back again. I tried to hold my muscles still, but I was starting to shake.
"If you hadn't come along when you did, maybe I still wouldn't have made it that big," he snarled low. "But there's no way I would have ever settled for what was convenient. You are not going to settle for anything other than the best, you hear me? You won't settle for anything but being the best!"
And that's where the addiction to this fic really comes from. This story has heart and raw emotions. As it continues, Bella ends up being the one person he can find comfort in. There is so much beauty in their relationship, even with the problems that come along with it...then throw in some cleaver Shakespeare quotes at the end of each daily chapter and you've got yourself one hell of a story.
You know what, just go read for yourself, you'll see what I'm talking about. And when you do, feel free to use this banner below as a visual. Enjoy!
(Also check out Savage's other blinkie/fic on this site: Unexpected Circumstances)
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Pure brilliance. And pure art. I adore that story. I adore Soccerward. I adore this banner/blinkie! You have captured the essence of the story. It's all there...soccer, Shakespeare, Carlisle, that's the perfect look for this Edward also. Nice work!!
ReplyDeleteI keep posting this but it's true! I'm a crack addict, soccerward is my crack and Savage is my dealer! LOL I love & adore the story!
ReplyDeleteGreat, great blinkie Rose! Perfect!
I am one of the few who have been living under a rock, so thank you for letting me know about Offside. I am now addicted and pacing for the next update...
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