Showing posts with label dahliablack. Show all posts
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Friday, March 12, 2010

The Peach Grove:
Dahlia, Cupcakes and Tattoos, Oh My!


As I mentioned in MmmmmmMonday's post, MsKathy, a fic goddess and wonderful person, whipped fandom in to action in order to raise funds for the relief effort in Haiti last month.





Continuing on MmmmmmMonday's theme, I'm sharing one of my favorites from the T and under rated section of the document. I am very pleased to announce that today's Peach is The Cupcake Girl and the Tattooed Boy by dahliablack.




The blurb on dahlia's blog says that this story is:

A modern-day fairytale. Cupcake store employee, Rosalie, finds herself yearning for tattoo artist, Emmett. One Spring day, fate finally steers Emmett across Rosalie’s path.
Written for MsKathy’s Twifans 4 Haiti fundraiser.

I liked that wording because this story is a wonderful fairytale about a strong but completely not bitchy Rosalie who falls for and is slowly wooed by an intelligent, worldly Emmett. I sighed throughout the story and found myself falling in love with both of these characters. Here's a little of the reason why:

Emmett returned to the cupcake shop daily without fail to sample the baked treats that Rosalie would undoubtedly have ready for him: coconut cake with blue vanilla frosting and coconut sprinkles, lemon cake with lemon butter cream and a wedge of lemon candy on top, red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting and pink glitter, marble cake with peanut butter frosting and crushed peanut sprinkles.

Every day the cupcakes became tastier and more elaborately decorated, and every day their conversations became longer and more involved.

As it turned out, Emmett had studied ancient civilizations at college and spent the three years thereafter touring the globe, researching the amalgamation of his two passions: ancient civilizations and tattoo art. This endeavor had led him from the most remote reaches of South America, Africa and Asia, to the most urban parts of Europe and North America. The inked art that covered his body was an homage to his journey. His departure point, Atlanta, was symbolized by a black dot and a tiny Georgia peach on his left index finger. A fine black line connected the various black dots and accompanying symbols that traveled up his left arm, across his back and down his right arm. The last dot, situated on his right index finger depicted a miniature version of the Seattle Space Needle, completing the map of his journey. Emmett had decided to settle down in Seattle because it felt the most like home to him out of any of the places in the world he had traveled.

Rosalie listened to the tales of his travels with rapt attention, marveling at all he had already experienced at the tender age of twenty-five. Rosalie knew that she would probably never experience even a single day of the kind of excitement and rich cultural diversity that Emmett had encountered for three years. But, instead of letting this notion make her sad, Rosalie decided that she would live vicariously through these stories while being content with the lot that life had dealt her. She had made her choices and was sticking to them. Even so, there was no harm in dreaming...

Upon his eighteenth visit to the cupcake store, Emmett commented on the wide variety of cupcakes that were available. There hadn't yet been a day on which he'd sampled the same cupcake twice. What he didn't know, was that Rosalie had started asking Mrs. Cope to bake new and special combinations of cake and frosting so she would be able to surprise Emmett every day.

On his thirty-second visit to the cupcake store, Rosalie caught Emmett examining the unblemished, perfectly porcelain skin of her left arm with curious concentration.

"What?" Rosalie giggled after he had been staring for longer than was appropriate or necessary.

"Rosie, I think it's time that you got some ink on that pretty skin of yours." Emmett was the only person that Rosalie allowed to call her anything besides her full name. She kind of liked it when he did.

I know all you Emmett lovers out there are going to adore this story. Please go show dahlia some love, read her story and give her a review. And if you're a Jacob/Bella fan (or even if you're not but want to read and AMAZING story) you absolutely MUST check out her WIP, Fix You, which was nominated for not one, not two, but THREE Indies!!! It's currently a finalist selection in both the "Best Secondary Characterization" and "Best Use of a Parent" categories. Voting will open Monday, March 15th at 8PM EST and closes on Wednesday, March 24th. Don't forget to vote!

Hope this starts you out for a lovely weekend! Maybe you can even get a new tattoo, too!

Enjoy!!!

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

MmmmmmMerry Christmas Lemon Post Day 2

And so we continue! Thanks for coming on back to join us for our MmmmmmMerry Christmas Lemon picks. Day 2's pick is Merry Christmas, Baby by twighlit

Oh, sweet Santa-Emmett! Who wouldn't want to find him trimming your tree? But what if he was bringing you tacky lingerie and pleather boots? Well, you can imagine how Rosalie feels about that!


Santa Lutz courtesy of amcas
who provided this on EXTREMELY short notice!
Thanks, sweetie!!


I love the back and forth between ire and lust in this fic, plus Emmett and Rose are just so funny: they both want different things but in the end, everyone winds up happy, especially the reader!

This fic was actually one of the winners over at Twilighted's iFic Canon Christmas Contest and got a beautiful banner by the lovely DahliaBlack



Check it out and see why it wowed the judges:

“EMMETT! Are you out of your mind?!”

“You asked if it was all I got. It wasn’t. Do you want to try for more? I know there’s an armoire in the study you’re particularly fond of,” he threatened.

He was right, I loved that armoire.

“No, no, no, I’m sorry. I’ll play nice,” I cooed, kissing him lightly and darting my tongue into his mouth.

"Oh no, it’s not that easy.”

No, it was actually very hard, and I could feel it pressing into my stomach. “You’re right you know,” I baited.

He couldn’t help it. He took it. I never said he was right. “About what?”

“I like things big.”

He groaned and brought his mouth down roughly on my collarbone, kissing sloppily as he lowered it between my breasts. He took the center of the bra between his teeth and bit through it, exposing my naked flesh as the fabric fell away from me. He licked languidly up the length of my sternum to the hollow at the base of my throat and took my slender hips between his hands once more. He pushed hard and pinned me, back flat up against the wall, putting my glorious breasts at his eye level. Lowering his mouth onto a tightened peak, he laced his fingers into the side string of my panties and tugged once to tear the fabric, then pulled them away from me, dropping them unceremoniously on the ground.

He looked up at me angrily as he continued to alternately trace his tongue over my nipple and suck hard at the tip. I knew he was trying to be the tough guy but the pain turned him on and I could feel his anger waning into lust. I was trying to be repentant but I had a hard time coming up with any emotion other than horny. I loved it when he manhandled me like that and the way he flicked his tongue against my nipple like that was making my toes curl up. “More,” I pleaded, holding his head against me.

He revolted and let me fall to the floor, where I made an epic crashing sound as I clattered into the fireplace tools. He took several steps back and looked at me as I scrambled onto all fours. “You don’t get what you want. You’re naughty, remember?”

I crawled across the hardwood towards him. “Do you? Get what you want, I mean?” I asked, raising myself to my knees and eying the phenomenal erection he was sporting mere inches from my face. I didn’t give him a chance to answer. I splayed my hands against the front of his thighs and licked up the side of him from the base to the very tip before I eagerly pulled the head into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. He moaned and I felt the tension escaping him as he knotted his fingers into my hair and I took more and more of his engorged cock into my mouth and pursed my lips tightly around it.

“Rosalie, uhhhn,” he managed. “Oh baby, just like that. God, I love that mouth.” I smiled around his dick. I knew he couldn’t stay mad when I laid down the fellatio. Who could? I looked up at him just the way he liked, one of his favorite images in the world: my lush pink lips wrapped around his rigid shaft, and I winked.


Oh, naughty, naughty, Rosalie! You know she made Santa's day! And hopefully she and Emmett will inspire you to have a naughty Christmas as well.

If you enjoyed this one shot as much as I did, please go check out Twighlit's multi-chapter story, The Apple Doesn't Fall Far, which has the interesting premise of Edward falling for Bella's daughter 22 years after he leaves her in New Moon.



I know some of you might be concerned about the potential ick factor of Edward with Bella's daughter but I've already read the first few chapters and they're fantastic, so I highly recommend that as well. Enjoy!