Lettuce play a game. Can you correctly match the quote to the fic?
(Sorry for the long post, Rangers. If you want to reformat it smaller, feel free.)
The Fics:
A. I Know You by hmonster 4
B. Abbracciare il Cantante by Bratty-Vamp
C. Same Time Next Year by socact
D. IED by jandco
E. An Unfortunate Look Into Bella’s Lovesick Psyche by inthestars
F. Sleepers Awake by Feisty Y. Beden
G. Coming to Terms by GinnyW 31
H. OMG WILD CARD!!!
The Quotes:
1. When I left the bathroom, I walked back towards where I’d heard Edward’s voice earlier in the day. I reached the end of the hall where a door was closed. I could hear soft mumblings coming from the other side. Unsure whether I should knock or just enter, I waited a moment and then turned the doorknob silently before pushing it open just a crack.
As it turned out, opening the door had been highly unnecessary as the next words that came out of Edward’s mouth were shouts. “I don’t care what this entails! I want her gone! I won’t allow someone like her to come in here and destroy my family!”
2. She brought the marker to my cast and began to write.
“’When all else fails, love remains.”
It was one of her favorite quotes, I knew it well, but somehow now, the words had new meaning.
I felt…hope.
We stared at each other until Emmett scoffed.
“Well, now he just looks like a pussy.”
3. “Wow,” Bella finally muttered.
“Is that a good wow, or a bad wow?” I laughed a little and squinted one eye open. Bella was studiously looking at my penis. I looked down too.
“It’s…” Bella bit her lip and scrunched her face. “It’s actually kind of…”
Manly. Enormous. Intimidating. Yummy…. I waited for her to pick an adjective.
“It’s pretty,” Bella finally said.
“Pretty?” My eyebrows shot straight up. Bella smiled and giggled at my reaction while she nodded. “Did you just call my penis, pretty?”
4. He finished the piece and swiveled on the bench toward me. “I’m Edward Cullen,” he said, holding out his hand.
He really didn’t remember me, not even one whit. Not even a glimmer, a wrinkle in his brow, a ghostly feeling of déjà vu across his face.
I started to reach my hand to press it against his but stopped halfway. “I’m … I’m nobody,” I said, and I turned and ran out the church, leaving, I’m sure, a very puzzled Edward Cullen in my wake.
5. “I don’t know how to feel,” she whispered sadly. “I want to be angry and tell you to go to hell, but I can’t. I don’t want to be anywhere near you, but it hurts not to be. I can’t survive like this. I want to have a say, but I can’t. I want to hate you, but then I want to love you. I want to run away, but then I crave you…”
I wrapped my arms around her shoulders, my hand running up and down her spine. There had to be some way to let her know that I understood, that I was sorry, that I wanted to make it right. It was a fine line to walk, for I didn’t regret my actions, merely their outcome.
6. “Good fall?” I asked innocently.
“Dork,” he shot back with my usual rejoinder. “You are wicked, wicked woman. It was bad enough that I had the staying power of a sixteen year old, but my god Bella, I will always let you be on top if that’s the way you are going to be.”
“I may be a dork, but I’m your dork, and you love me for it.”
Edward was quiet for a moment before pushing me back gently. His hands went to my face, one cupping my chin, the other pushing a bit of matted hair off my forehead.
“I do, Bella. I love you.” He leaned in to kiss me. “And I’m not just saying that to get you into bed.”
7. I stared at my bare feet, forcing myself to resist his gaze. I didn’t know what to say; I had nothing to say. I wanted to run. I wanted to stay. I wanted everything, and I wanted nothing. But if I looked up, if I saw his emerald eyes and bronze hair and crooked smile, I would want it all.
“Do you remember the first time I saw you in a towel?” Edward asked, his voice a shade lighter than it had been. I did remember, of course. I was remembering it now.
8. But a part of me, a struggling screaming fighting part of me knew this was all bullshit. This—this, right here—wasn’t about his mom. This was about him. This was about avoiding the subject and not dealing with the crap he more than welcomed in. This was about keeping his scary wretched façade up to keep people out. This was about punishing himself.
And I couldn’t help it—my fists closed with a rush of anger I wanted to forbid myself to feel. Because all I could think was—coward.
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First one to correctly post the answers wins this:
(Psst, authors and ADF! No infringement or stepping on toes is intended! Fics were randomly selected from my ff.net favorites. (As in, I closed my eyes and pointed.) )
(Also guise, are these easy or difficult?)
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