Tuesday's Best 5-15-2012

Good morning, my lovelies! Hope everyone's doing well. I'm sure you're all anxious for a reading break and Connie and MizzDee have some great stories lined up for you, so why don't we just get right to it. 

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Tuesday's Best 10-11-2011

My apologies for running a little late today, but I had a very important date with my newest niece that I simply could not ignore ;-). I'm here now, though, and I am looking forward to sharing what MizzDee and I found for you this week, so let's get right to it!

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Tuesday's Best 4-5-2011

Good morning, my lovelies! I hope today finds you well, healthy, and happy! The good Captain and Stolenxsanity have found you two wonderful slashy stories that I'm sure you'll enjoy (I know I did!). So bring some towels, a fresh pair of panties, and let's go have a look, shall we?

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Tuesday's Best 2-8-2011

Good morning, my lovelies! Hope you're all having a good time, and are gearing up to a fantabulous Valentine's Day! It's less than a week away now :-) The Captain and I have scoured the web to bring you some goodies to tide you over until then. Let's go see what we've rounded up, shall we? Don't forget to bring the usual Kleenex, towels, and panties. 

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*hugs and kisses to my slash peeps* Hello all, Captain Jezebel again, back with another delectable slash rec for ya. And believe me this one is extremely yummy. Those of you that know rmhale already know what I’m talking about on more than one level *wiggles eyebrows*

When the Walls Come Tumbling Down is her Fandom Gives Back auction piece starring the first couple of Twi Slash. Yep, our two favorite guys: Jasper and Edward. Edward is two years out of high school and tutors the students of Forks High. He is a quiet nerd, that has been hurt really bad by the one man he has ever been with, so he keeps a wall around his wounded heart.

Jasper is the troubled high-school senior that is spiraling out of control since his parent’s divorce hit him hard. His cocky attitude and life of the party personality make him a popular guy; but is that all there is to him?

It is clear, even with the rocky start in which Jasper pulls some dirty antics; clearly trying to shock Edward or make him run for the hills, that there is a genuine attraction between these men.

"I'm gonna save us both the time. I don't need or want your help with school and since I didn't call The Geek Strippers and order a hot nerd, I suggest you either get the fuck out or get on your knees and suck my cock. A mouth is a mouth, you know?"

I took a step back and faltered, dropping my books.

"Your choice." He snubbed out the cigarette and walked back into the house, leaving the door open. I quickly gathered up my materials and followed him in.

The door clicked shut as my eyes zeroed in on the image before me. Thank god I was holding something, because if I hadn't been, there is no doubt in my mind what I would have done.

Jasper was on the couch, jeans low on his lean hips, open at the waist. He was watching me, his hand in his pants. He was slowly rubbing his cock inside his jeans.

I couldn't have turned my head, even if I wanted too, the scene was mesmerizing.

"Good choice, Ed," he drawled, in a tone as lazy as his strokes. "Come here and get on your knees."

*wipes chin* Yeah that Jasper is sure a fire cracker right off the bat. *fans self* Is it hot in here? *looks around* No? Just me? *composes self* Any way, after Edward is able to toughen up and talk, no nonsense Jasper sees that Edward only wants to help him, and that is when the real fun begins.

I love the way their friendship is developed , and the sparks can be felt big time. But Edward still guards himself from taking a chance. Will Jasper be able to get past the wall around his heart? Will he help to heal Edward and in turn find someone worth more than just a fuck?

I won’t tell you the answers to these questions, but I will give you hope. If you read the story you will really love the way these two come together. I was just so …*swoons* It was...*sighs*...yeah it was incredible.

Give it a read; c’mon, it’s rmhale for christ’s sake...you know what that means *licks lips*....*looks around again* You mean to tell me you don’t know rmhale’s proclivities by now ? *shocked face* Enjoy and please don’t forget to leave her love if you do.

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So here I am, doing some random ficdiving, and I stumble upon the following story: A Gift I Gladly Share, by luvrofink. When I first read the title, I had no idea what to expect, but boy oh boy was I in for a pleasant surprise.

Carlisle is a Dom, and is married to Esme. Together, they have a live-in slave - Edward. Sounds like fun times, for sure!

So what happens when Bella, a colleague of Carlisle’s, confesses to Esme one night that her love life with her now ex-husband Jacob, left a lot to be desired? She’s feeling very much unfulfilled, and is trying to figure out what to do about it.

Of course, Esme and Carlisle have just the antidote, and invite her into their dungeon where Carlisle will show off their slave, Edward. Mmmmm, good times, trust me.

Let’s have a look, shall we?

"Now, show Miss Bella how good you are at sucking dick. You'd better make it good for me, slut," I growled as I fisted Edward's soft locks in my hand.

Edward moaned as I tugged on his hair while my other hand freed my throbbing dick. I pressed forward and filled his mouth, letting my cock slide to the back of his throat. I pulled back, letting the head of my cock slide just past his lips before pushing back in. Edward hollowed out his cheeks and sucked hard on me, using his tongue to massage the underside of my length.

"So fucking good," I groaned.

When I looked back over at Bella I noticed her skirt was hiked up to her hips and her panties were now pulled out of the way to make room for her fingers. Her teeth dug into her bottom lip, worrying the soft, plump flesh as she slid her fingers inside her body. Bella looked so beautiful.

Edward worked my dick expertly, using his teeth and his tongue to tease me. He scraped the head of my cock at each pass and I tugged his hair tighter. I looked down at him and his eyes were filled with lust as I fucked his mouth. I was so close, but I had plans for my orgasm that didn't include Edward swallowing tonight. I pulled out slowly and Edward whined as I left him empty.

"I'd much rather come in that tight ass of yours," I told him with a wink.

Bella moaned so loud that Edward whipped his head around to look at her. He gasped as his eyes zeroed in on what her hands were doing. Bella used one hand to part her swollen lower lips as she used three fingers from her other hand to fuck herself.

"Oh God," Edward croaked.

Unf! And there’s more! But for that, you’re going to have to check it out yourself. Be sure to leave some love. Maybe, if we get lucky, we’ll get a little insight as to what happens next. I know I wouldn’t mind reading more ;-)

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There you have it, folks. Another couple of great reads for you to devour. Be sure to leave these wonderful authors some lovin', and check back next week to see what Aradi and Stolenxsanity have in store for you.

In the mean time, there are still a couple of days left to enter a little somethin' somethin' for the Twilight No Stress Love Fest, so hop on over, grab a prompt, and get to steppin'! Use art or words to create some hot lovin', I know you've got plenty to share ;-)

Tuesday's Best 8-10-2010

Good morning, ladies and gents! I hope this day finds you smiling, happy, and healthy. If not, well then let's see what Aradi and Captain Jezebel have found to maybe brighten your day a little. So, grab a towel, maybe a Kleenex or two, and let's get on with the show!

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I mentioned last week that I love the emo boys.  Really, long before I learned that Slash can be fun, I loved angst and darkness and misery and allll that.  I love me an unhappy ending.  It’s a sickness.

The first five chapters of Whiskey at Midnight were originally written by ahizelm as a gift for (lucky wench) Starfish422 in the TwiFic Gift Exchange.  She had some specific requests in her prompt including (lucky me!) angst.

"Anytime. We haven't seen you in here lately. Everything all right?" she asks with a furrowed brow. Jasper is surprised and almost happy to see that she is clearly worried about him, but his momentary comfort is quickly destroyed.

In a split second, a thousand thoughts flow through Jasper's mind, and in his pocket, his right hand curls into a fist. He shoves his left hand through his hair, and his eyes flash with grief.

No, I made a mistake, and it cost me dearly.

No, I haven't been back here because I feared it would remind me of him.

Have you ever lived in regret? I have, and do, and it's terrible.

But instead of answering her honestly, because he knows this is not the time or place and their relationship does not call for it, he lies.

Mmm suffering...  

Whiskey is about Jasper drowning his sorrows in a bar on New Years Eve, while mentally revisiting the rise and (obviously) fall of his relationship with Edward.  We eventually find out what went wrong, and why Jasper feels so guilty about it despite, as the memories show, being so in love with Edward that he’d never do anything intentionally to hurt him.

The angst flows like Jameson through the 5-chapter arc.  What should be happy flashbacks are clouded by our knowledge that things didn’t work out.  The unhappy flashbacks are twice as bitter.  The only thing worse than watching a trainwreck is watching a trainwreck knowing it’s coming.  

At this point I would say, if you love Jasper and Edward, with a side order of misery, go read.  Except it’s a little more complicated than that.

Shortly after the story was posted for the Gift Exchange, ahizelm posted a sixth chapter with an intention to continue the storyline.  (Would our boys get their impossible reunion?  Could I maybe have my angstycake and eat a HEA too?  Please?)  It hasn’t been updated again though, not due to slacking on ahizelm’s part, who is clearly still cranking out other tasty fics (like the recently recc’d and just-completed Learning to Breathe).

So there you go.  Try out the 5-chapter story as it was originally created.  Peek at the sixth chapter if you want.  Sit with me and fan tiny flames of hope that the story continues someday.

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Ello my slashy strumpets, Captain Jezebel back this week with yummy, athletic boy lovin to rec. Athletic?...you ask....why yes athletic indeed, and I don’t just mean bedroom olympics *winks*. I was lucky enough to have been on twitter when rmhale was struck with the sexy premise behind her latest one-shot; so I knew the treat that was coming our way once she was finished.

When Strikers Collide is the tale of two soccer players, both known for being extremely good, on rival teams playing their first game against each other. Jasper Whitlock is nervous about facing Chivas USA’s newest sensation, Eduardo Cullen...yes that’s right I said Eduardo... he’s half Spanish was raised in Spain, and is extremely mo’fo’ing hot. I believe this is going to be a problem that Jasper did not foresee when hyping him self up for the match.

The ball came barreling towards me, fast and furious and as I prepared to shoot it in, I was yanked backwards. I lost my footing, stumbled and landed on top of someone.

Rage surged through me as I turned over, prepared to punch the fucker, consequences be damned.

"What the fuck is your p..." the words died on my lips and my breath escaped me when I looked into the brightest green eyes I had ever seen set in a handsome, pale, olive-skinned face. My hands were clenched, holding the front of his jersey and I was powerless to let go. Messy black hair topped his head, it was so dark, yet in the sun, glinted bronze. My eyes were focused on his beautiful red lips. His picture did nothing to prepare me for how he would look in real life.

My body was on fire everywhere we touched and his eyes were just as wide as mine, his breathing just as harsh. Knowing it had only been seconds, I let him go and slowly pushed myself up and off of him. I leaned in one more time and smelled his skin before jumping up. Salty sweat and ocean air. Goddamn perfect.

Oh no! It seems Jasper is quite taken with Eduardo. How is he supposed to focus, when fuckhawtness is staring him in the face? How is he supposed to play hard, when he is hard? But most of all, how is he supposed to play his best, when he doesn’t want to hurt his opponent?.....intentionally.

All joking aside this becomes a problem for Jasper, because he isn’t exactly ‘out’ to his team, and he doesn’t know if Eduardo will use his attraction as manipulation during the game as a distraction.

Two emotions hit me at once: elation for the goal my team got, putting us on the board and anger at Cullen for fucking with me. Deciding to focus on the latter, I turned towards Cullen and shoved him, knocking him to the ground. He looked up at me with a delicious fucking smirk before standing up then shoving right back. I could feel the touch of his hands through my jersey and tee shirt, I was stunned. Rooted to my spot. All the screaming and yelling around us was of no consequence to me. In that moment it was just us. His hands, my body, his eyes looking at my mouth.

His hands grabbed the material of my jersey and pulled me against his body, his green eyes followed the movement of my tongue as it came out to wet my lips.

"Fuck," he hissed as our bodies touched. It came out sounding like "fack" with his accent.

I placed my hands on his chest, intending to push him away when he pulled me tighter to his body.

Te quiero...desnudo," he rasped before shoving me so hard I fell backwards. It was for show, I knew that, but I was turned on and pissed off and crazed with need for the man.

Eduardo's words seared me to my very core. I knew what he said, I took Spanish in high school.

"I want you...naked."

Fuck...images I didn't need were flooding through my head. Turning to him, I shoved with all my might.

"Fuck you," I screamed at him as I brought my fist up to knock that smile off his face. He knew what he was doing, disarming me and I was both terrified that he was going to out me and pissed that he was distracting me on purpose. As my hand came flying down, it was caught mid-air.

*gasps* Yeah...I’m gonna leave you there. I know I’m evil, but I can’t give you too much, otherwise you wouldn’t run to read this one-shot...which I seriously think you should. Don’t you want to know if Jasper hits Eduardo?  Or if Eduardo is attracted to Jasper? Don’t you want to know how the anger towards each other on the field translates in the bedroom? Don’t you want to know if they even make it to a bedroom? I know you do

One last tidbit of info to entice you...I love rmhale’s writing because she always does her homework when she is trying on a new topic, and you can tell that this story is no exception. She puts you right in stadium with these boys, you feel the excitement and nerves leading up to the game, hear the horns blaring and the crowds chanting. You’re right there in the thick of the action. What more it there to ask for? Stop by ...and most definitely bring a towel...think about it, they are sweaty athletes...you’ll need it.

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There you have it, folks. Another couple of delicious stories to sink your teeth into! Speaking of sinking your teeth into something. There are still five (read it: 5!) days left to enter the Slash//Backslash 2.0 contest. Bring on your Emmett's, Jasper's, Riley's, Edward's, Carlisle's, and who ever else you can think of and get them into some slashy good times ;-) I know you want to ;-)

Tuesday's Best 5-11-2010

What's this? Another week, another rec? Yes, 'tis true, you can believe your eyes. We're baaaack ;-) Well, Jezzie and I are, anyway. Whitlock's Girl is still dealing with the aftermath of last week's storm (more on that after the recs).

In the mean time, we are here to bring you our finds this week, and boy do we have some nice ones! Let's get to it, shall we? Oh, and as always, do remember your towels. I promise, you won't need any Kleenex this week (unless of course you cry happy tears, but hey).

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Hi folks *waves* Captain Jezebel again, happy to see you fellow TU'ers for a second week in a row. When I was approached to rec some fic for this slashilicious (is that a word? :P *shrugs* ) blog, I searched my brain to think of some titles I could possibly suggest. Two fics immediately came to mind, and since I shared the angsty one last week, I would like to offer up some sweet lovin' fluff for this week.

 

If you are in need of a sexy, doting, and sweet E/J relationship look no further than Rediscovering What Matters by rmhale . Edward and Jasper have been together since they were 16 years old. After seven wonderful years together, they're getting married. The story starts when Edward decides to keep a journal of the daily happenings in the 40 days leading up to his and Jasper's wedding. He wanted to find a way to see past the mundane, real life issues that plague every long term relationship, and rediscover what truly matters....the love for one another.

 

Edward sets some rules that this adorable couple must follow each day to help guide them in their endeavor to reclaim the important things in life. Some of these rules are so sweet, others are sexy, but one rule is the most important, and the basis for Edward's entire idea. What is this rule? *shakes head* Nope, not gonna tell ya. You're going to have to read to find out, but I promise, you will fall in love with this Edward by the end of his first journal entry. What about Jasper you ask? Well since this is his journal the entire fic is EPOV, but remember he is doing this for the love of his life. Jasper lover's will have plenty to be happy about, as they learn about him through the eyes and words of his love.

 

I've got two excerpts for ya since I couldn't decide....one sweet and the other...UNF!

 

On our first date, after dessert, he looked me in the eyes and said, "I could fall in love with you." My heart was his from that moment on, and he fucking knew it. Who gets lucky enough to meet the person they were meant to share a life with at sixteen? We did and I was so fucking ecstatic that he picked me.

 

When the conversation started to wane and we were looking into each other's eyes over the flickering flame of the candle, I decided it was time for his next surprise. I pulled him to his feet, pulled out the remote in my pocket and pressed play.

 

The strains of music surrounded us as the very first song we ever danced to played over the speakers, The Cure's acoustic version of "Love Song". When he looked at me, his eyes were piercing and wet with unshed tears. Smiling, I wrapped my arms around him and we began to sway gently. He whispered that he loved me in my ear while pulling me tighter to his lithe body. Holding each other as close as possible, we kept our faces pressed against each other as we danced to the song that meant so much to us. His body moved so perfectly against mine, they fit together in all the right places, they knew where home really was.

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He whispered the he loved me before kissing down my neck and across my shoulders while his hands kneaded my worn out muscles. As tired as I was, having his hands on me was slowly making my cock come to life and throb with need. It had been five days since I had seen any sort of release and my body cried out for it. His hands slowly moved from my back around to my chest while he continued to kiss and nibble up and down my neck. The only sounds I could get out where moans and groans. He knew my body better than I did and he knew exactly what I needed.

 

I couldn't stop my hand from wrapping around my cock, and his soon followed, wrapping around mine. Turning my head, I sealed our mouths together as he moved our hands up and down my aching dick. I knew I wouldn't last long, I needed this so badly.

 

This fic is truly such a clever piece of writing that started out as a way to help rmhale manage the lack of Starbucks in her system. Having given it up for Lent, she needed a distraction, something else to keep her mind off of her daily vice. Since it is a journal it is written in real time, and therefore the chapters are very short; just like a journal entry, but 40 days equals 40 chapters of this cute couple. If that isn't enough to make you run off to read this ASAP...when she finished the journal, rmhale spoiled us with the wedding and honeymoon outtakes, Rediscovering What Matters: The Wedding *whispers* Jasper lover's will get some JPOV.....GO! READ! NOW! ;)

 

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You want more? Alright, alright, I'll give you a yummy little fic that caught my attention. It was a birthday fic for Zigster, written by FarDareisMai2 called Finger Painting. I fell in love with it, and I've begged her to please continue it, because...well, this story's just begging for more. And well...come on now, who wouldn't want a little more of this Jasper?

Oh, you want to know why? Well okay then. Let me tell you a little about this. Edward and Alice are siblings, and only have each other left as their parents are both dead. Alice keeps trying to hook him up, unaware that Edward is gay because he's never told her or given her reason to believe him to not be straight. You guessed it, he gets set up with girl after girl, and obviously it never works out. And then something changes for Edward.

Enter Jasper. They meet as Edward escorts Alice to an art show where she's exhibiting some of her work. She's once again trying to set him up with 'a nice girl', but almost as soon as they get there, Edward's eye falls on a tall, blond 'thing of beauty' as he calls Jasper. Attraction is immediate, but...Edward isn't out. He goes about his business, and looks at the art pieces. What happens when he finally comes across some art that he likes? Maybe the answer to that is the best work of art of all ;-)

The paintings were . . . interesting. No, not interesting, captivating—wild and yet, sensual.

"What do you think?" a male voice behind me asked; the southern inflection was unmistakable.

Without taking my eyes off the painting I told him what I thought and added, "The figures are anonymous, almost androgynous even, yet they exude such sensuality, and the brushstrokes are so big, so raw, it's almost . . ."

"Almost?" he egged.

"Almost like the artist was finger painting," I finished.

He moved closer and then his breath was against my ear as he whispered, "I was finger painting."

My breath hitched and my body froze. Could it be him? I wondered. Gathering my courage, I turned around slowly, but no one was there. My eyes darted around the room looking for him, but I didn't see him anywhere. My breathing started to come in pants and from across the room I could see Alice with a tall blond woman, and it was obvious she was looking for me. No way could I deal with meeting one of her friends at that moment. I turned and walked in the opposite direction, looking for somewhere to be alone for just a few minutes. I needed to collect myself, and I also realized that his low voice in my ear had me partially aroused. Jesus, if just a whisper from him could do that to me . . . I shuddered.

And it only gets better from there, folks, trust me ;-) After reading this fic, I doubt you'll look at finger painting (or colors) in quite the same way again. Hurry up and go read, make sure to leave her some love (and beg for more, if  you love this as much as I do ;-) )

 

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We hope you enjoyed these stories, and remembered to grab a towel or two. Now, as I promised at the top, some more about the storms and aftermath of them. As you're likely aware (at least if you live in the continental US), Tennessee and Kentucky were hit pretty bad by a storm week before last. Tennessee was especially hard hit, Nashville suffering a big loss with the Opry being flooded. There's a lot more to it, of course; lives lost, people misplaced - I could go on and on, but I'm sure you get the idea. 

Some lovely ladies have gotten together and organized something similar to what we all did for Haiti, called FicsforNash. There are several authors who are offering up various works (original fic, fanfic, what have you). How can you get a hold of these stories? By donating to any of the charities suggested on the sight, and sending your receipts to FicsforNash. You can read all the details on the community page that's been set up for it. 

Another charity driven event is happening now, too, set up by our very own DefinatelyStaying. This ebook benefit is for charities such as the Matthew Sheppard Foundation, The Rainbow World Fund and a few others. All the authors participating (for a partial list of those involved, check the site) have written original stories just for you, they are all slash and PG-13-ish. As with the other benefit, if you want to get your hands on the ebook, you just have to donate to any of the suggested charities, and send in your receipt. For more information, please check out the blog. 

Tuesday's Best on Wednesday 3-24-2010

Good morning/afternoon all. So sorry to bring this week's recs a day late again. It seems life is simply intent on making things difficult for us, but I'm here, I'm here. Whitlock's Girl still appears to have some trouble with the whole Real Life thing, so send her some good thoughts?

For now though, let's see what I have in my bag of tricks (*snicker*) today, shall we?

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Maybe if all shopping trips ended the way The Dressing Room by rmhale does, I wouldn't mind shopping for clothes so much.

Edward just got a new job and is out shopping for clothes. Like me, he hates shopping for new clothes, and he's a little grumbly about it. Can't say I blame the man, really. He's contemplating his new job, as well as his shopping endeavor. Here's a little peek.

I walked in and immediately started looking at the black pants. So far I have struck out all over the board in finding any that looked good on me. There was a certain way I wore them. Fitted, sitting low on the hips and accentuating my assets. I was good looking and I knew it, I also knew what to wear that drove all the guys fucking wild.


Here's to hoping that there are some fine fucking guys at work and that they are at least bi-curious.

There was nothing I loved more than getting my hands on a beautiful, supposedly straight boy and making him scream my name out in pleasure as I took him to heights he never knew possible. I loved to give head and to fuck and be fucked; it didn't matter to me either way.

Grabbing a few different styles of pants, I walked over to the button-down shirts. Opting to go for colors that brought out the wicked gleam in my green eyes, I went about gathering a few shirts to try on as well. Then, a husky voice with a southern drawl stopped me cold.


Could he possibly find what he wasn't looking for? Read it to find out. Oh, do bring towels. This might be a one-shot, and not very long, but you know what they say - size doesn't matter ;-)

 

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And just because I can, I have a little something sweet to give you, too. It's Kiss Me, by

My Name Is Seren Dipity. It's her first attempt at slash (not counting the French translation she's doing for At The Deep End), and only her second story ever. I just read it, and simply had to share it.

It's very short, and very sweet, but so worth reading. Edward and Jasper are trying to just reconnect and relax after a trying couple of weeks. The story is very short, so I can't really give you a sample, but trust me. Go check it out and leave her some love :-)

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Hope you enjoyed this week's recs. Whitlock's Girl will definitely be back with a rec next week.

On another note, the TU-contest fics will be posted today, so be sure to check those out.

See you next week!

Tuesday's Best - 2-2-2010

It's Tuesday again and y'all know what that means! Yep, we're here to bring you some of the best stories we've been able to get our hot little hands on, and we aim to share. So sit back, relax...don't forget to grab a towel or two and enjoy!

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Whitlock's Girl brings you 

Southern Charm

by Meikela

Looking for some hot guy on guy action? Yes? Well, aren't we all. For me, I found it in Southern Charm by Meikela.

Jasper is a rarity. He's a Chicago cop, has been for the last 5 years and he's openly gay. His partner and brother-in-law is Emmett McCarty whose been married to Jasper's sister, Rosalie for the last year. Story opens and it's their last night on patrol. Come Monday, they will be sporting shiny new gold shields and working on days.

Meanwhile, Edward Cullen pulls into a parking spot behind St. Bernard Hospital. It's his first shift and even though his brother Carlisle is the Chief of Surgery, Edward was still a bit nervous at the thought of starting his new job. A war vet, Edward worked his way through the Navy to earn his MD and he's just returning to Chicago to start anew, excited to be able to just be himself, to quit hiding and be able to admit that he's gay. 

Both men are looking for something. Jasper, who's tired of looking for Mr. Right and only finding guys that are into Mr. Right Now; and Edward, who just wants to find himself and enjoy the peace and quiet. Unfortunately, or fortunately – fuck, I'm not sure which I should use - it's one of those situations that fucking sucks, but leads to the one thing you want most. Anyhow, while Edward is sick and tired of treating gun shot wounds, on this night he has to take care of one of Chicago's Finest.

Is it Jasper or Emmett? Is Rosalie going to get the call about her husband or her brother. Well, I'm not going to tell you, that would just ruin it. GO READ THE STORY! It's most definitely worth the time and effort. Leave Meikela some love and let me know what you think. I love to know if y'all agree with my opinions on the stories I rec.

Welcome to the famile, Meikela!

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And naelany brings you

Well, here I am again, bringing another story to you. I have to admit, I've been waffling a little over this one. I love the story (like, a lot), but the subject matter is one of those that come with strong feelings and opinions attached to it. Well, in real life situations at least (we all know this is fanfic though, and sometimes different rules seem to apply).

So which story am I talking about? It's Project Seduce Mr Whitlock by rmhale. Jasper Whitlock is a new teacher at Forks High. Edward Cullen is a student in his senior year. When Mr Whitlock walks into his last class of the day - Edward's history class - he catches the eye of one Mr Cullen. Jasper, in turn, is basically smitten at the mere sight of him. Oh, and did I happen to mention that our Edward is just 17?

Right, now you see why I said this subject comes with strong feelings and emotions attached. While what happens in the story is not something I ordinarily would condone, I am nevertheless intrigued by it. In part because Edward is very self-aware, and while he is only 17 years old, he isn't that far away from being a legal adult. If given time, there would be no issue for any relationship between them, other than the odd joke of Jasper robbing the cradle (hey, I can't say much against that, since I'm guilty of that one myself ;-)).

But things are never quite that simple, are they? And that's actually the part that has me intrigued. We get to follow along on their journey. Believe me when I say that they have plenty of stumbling blocks along the way. Some stemming from the fact they are teacher/student. Some from the age difference between them. And some because while Edward is still a virgin, Jasper has just come out of a bad relationship. Can we say a recipe rife with angst?

So far, rmhale has handled things really well, and given a good feel for both characters, and I trust that she will continue to do so. There are some errors in the story, but none that really detract from the telling of it. I'm along for the ride, anyway. Hopefully you will be, too.

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We hope y'all enjoyed the recs and remembered to get those towels. If you didn't, well, you're on your own for the cleaning bill - we did warn you. 

Also, don't forget about TU's Slash contest. Get some boy-lovin' headed our way. You know you want to ;-)

Tuesday's Best - Jan 19th, 2010

Welcome To TwiSlash Unveiled!

Tuesdays we bring you the best slash stories we can find, and we have come up with some good ones today. Get ready, grab some towels, get comfortable and enjoy! We have, and we know you will, too.

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Whitlock's Girl brings you...

Forever Shattered
by rmhale

Posting this story for a rec today came about in a bit unorthodox way. See, I had planned to rec a different story, and while it's a fabulous story that's beautifully written, I have issues with it and would never want to take away from all the hard work that the author has put into the story by letting the issues I have with the story to get in the way. So, that left me at a loss. At least until I found Forever Shattered. This story was written for the Slash/Backslash contest and recently updated with a second chapter.

Jasper has loved Edward since he was 16 and other than one brief, yet fucking hot as hell encounter at Edward's parent's New Year's Eve party their junior year of high school, Edward has never shown an interest in Jasper as anything other than friendship. Now, Edward is getting ready to marry Bella and Jasper is forced to watch the love of his life slip away from him forever.

...Or is he?

Go check out Forever Shattered and leave rmhale some love!

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Naelany brings you...


So about a month ago it was AHelm's birthday. In honor of this, a few authors wrote some short stories. A few even popped their slash cherries for her. One such was ilsuocantante, with Backstage. Since it's indeed a very short story, there's little I can tell you about it. I won't give away who the pairing is, that's one joy you'll get to discover on your own.

I will give you this one little snippit though.

He looked up at me, caught my eye through the crowd and smirked. Every muscle in my body tightened at the sight, at what I knew it meant. His mocking glance told me he knew all about my blatant eye fucking, could read my body's signals, and knew exactly what he was doing to me. His tongue's deliberate swipe of his bottom lip and the excited light in his verdant eyes told me he planned on making good on his teasing. He shifted a bit on his stool and brought his guitar to rest more fully on his lap. He ran his hand through his sweat-dampened hair, the reddish strands nearly standing on end as he blew out a long breath and bent to his strings once more.

Now go read the rest for yourself and enjoy it. I am certain that you will be asking ilsuocantante for more slash in the future, just like I am ;-)

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So there you have it, ladies and gents. Another Tuesday with more awesome tales to read. Now just keep in mind that we warned you ahead of time, so any drycleaning that needs doing after reading this week's recs...you're on your own!

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