❰ dude, what’s your damage? ❱ a low growl reverberated within his frozen chest, traveling until it erupted from his throat making it hiss within his words after. here was emmett, the optimist of the bunch --- and there was edward, the pessimist. some would say emmett was a raging fire and edward? he didn’t know if it were water or just the guy being downright stubborn as absolute hell. the guy was too strict. in fact if you stuck a lump of coal up his arse in two weeks you’d have a friggin’ diamond! that’s what he THOUGHT of edward. ❰ there’s not even anyone AROUND these parts! we’re free to hunt in the sun as long as we please. just because you were first turned doesn’t mean jack squat. until you start manning up and stop MOPING your life away then you can call yourself an older sibling. ❱

he knew everyone else was just giving him and carlisle some private space to have a chat about what happened with edward. it was hard for emmett to get used to edward as the older brother. not with the way that guy was acting which was like a whiny kid at best. fiddling with the plastic in his hands, a human habit he picked up, emmett tossed it aside with a frown on his pale features. lips pressed into a firm line before letting out a loud sigh. the worse thing he could do was disappoint his father.  ❰ just because he was turned first doesn’t mean he’s entitled to bossing us around. an older brother should be kind and gentle --- he should be the rock everyone can lean on. not some brooding --- who just mopes the days away and ---  ❱ he caught his tongue. within his words rang a sad tune. maybe it was emmett who was putting expectations on edward. others would say the bear of the cullens was beginning to miss his own from his past life.  ❰ right...i’ll apologize then, carlisle. sorry to disrupt your evening with esme. oh and would you...apologize to her about, you know, that favorite tree she liked so much? ❱ he looked down, tawny eyes focused on the tiled floor. 

but just imagine edward and bella can’t make it to renesmees parent-teacher conference one day and emmett / rose are stand in’s for them. along with jacob and paul. emmett HATES paul and rose DISLIKES jacob. the office is just really awkward until emmett becomes a loud and proud talker. he’s always giving ness prideful looks because his niece is the absolute shit and everyone, even the principal, should know it. then there’s rose who’s all business. jacob who’s all mr -i-think-im-intimidating-him-by-standing-in-this-corner-looking-mean and paul whos just glaring at emmett the entire time. the principal, if not teachers somewhere down the line, are all just...WHAT ARE THE CULLENS EVEN--

❰ sure thing, pops! whatta’ ya need help with? something good? ❱

Emmett’s idea of PUSHING a subject would be FIGHTING it out. He was showing kindness to his brother right now. A feigned expression of hurt crossed his hard chiseled features. Well, that one HURT. Him, insufferable? Please! He thought he would be the best person at meeting Edward’s little crush. Laughter still rang aloud as he settled in the space where Edward had been previously. Messing with Edward was his life’s eternal mission until the day he died. It would likely be never, hopefully.  ❰ please, she’d love me. so, we’re vamps/ who cares. at least we’re more human-like than the rest. give us a little credit, ed. look if you don’t do something maybe I’LLgo up to her at school and introduce myself. ❱ oh, he also loved goading his brother as well. he knew he misstepped a boundary with that last statement considering edward was already partly mad at him for being shoved off the family couch. their race was notorious for being...protective. an amused smirk lit his face as well as golden eyes, up.

graceful and deft movement from someone so enormous as this vampire astounded some. he was gentle making sure this stranger was being well supported. golden eyes looked down at his injury before his pale nose crinkled in somewhat. it smelled awful whatever it was. some kind of poison? whatever it may be, he didn’t seem to have the time to ask.  ❰ no one told you to break a leg before encountering others? that’s just rude, man. ❱ but he could crack a dank joke while lugging this guy around as if he weighed no more than a penny. his granite skin must feel cold to this guy...whoops. well, at least he wasn’t dead. it was after making the joke his mouth turned up into a grin --- a childlike, impish grin at that.  ❰ where are we headed to, robin hood? ❱

Carlisle: by the gods plS nO! dNT sTarT!

bellowing with laughter his entire body began to shake if not the couch as well. sure, edward can try and play if off. emmett was no mind reader but he wouldn’t push his sibling on the subject, merely tease here and there until he got annoyed enough to tell him. was that a form of pushing a subject? even emmett could tell some..of them weren’t really happy, mostly rose, but other than that the chess board was set. lips curling into a wicked smirk before unfurling pearlescent teeth. it wasn’t every day he got to spend time with edward.  ❰ sure, whatever man. i’m just pointing out...WHAT EVERYONE ELSE IS THINKING. ain’t that right edwardo? c’monwhy’re you hidin her from us? is it because your stuff is STILL in the garage? want me to decorate it with a mote? i’m one hell of a handy man, just ask rose. ❱ at this he leaned towards his brother, attempting to give a powerful shove off the couch all the while thinking *yes, you do and it’s annoying as shit!*

he could not help but hide the fact that a smirk was growing, turning up pale red lips at the corner of his mouth. the younger crossed his arms in a rather, to others, intimidating manner whilst his head cocked to the side in curiosity. he knew the signs of love but never let it on. edward had been in a good mood lately --- not his usual broody, annoying self. it was emmett’s job as a brother to find out exactly why. though he had a pretty good guess. walking over the cullen took seat upon the end of the sofa, or actually, the arm rest. a chuckle left his mouth, amusement played behind tawny colored eyes.  ❰ i’m just curious as to why the brooding bastard isn’t so mopey anymore. it’s her, isn’t it? ❱ he playfully attempted to nudge his brother’s foot with his elbow.

What if Emmett’s was supposed to be the first one expected back from the little hunting trip? What if he went to check to see if his niece was doing alright but came back to find her gone? Her scent still lingers but he’s no tracker. He stays there until the others get back his face sullen as can be. When he thinks of his niece leaving it reminds him of himself --- how he couldn’t stop his sister, how he couldn’t do anything to keep her at his side because he was taken away. The thought of Renesmee leaving drives him crazy because he would literally lay down his life for her if not Rose. What if when everyone else gets back he’s burdened to tell them but Edward and Alice already know? What if during the time Renesmee’s gone, Emmett does his own search for her since he’s not one to just sit around and wait for things to happen? What if, when he hears of her return he finds her with Nahuel? He will be furious. He will become that protective bear and he will face the other half-breed if not ALMOST knock him out. Emmett doesn’t like someone he doesn’t know so well hanging out with his family. The Denali’s? Cool. The Amazons? Okay. Benjiman? Guy can control the elements, hell yes! But some random half-breed they all met for five minutes? Not a chance. Though he knows he isn’t her father, he doesn’t have a say so he’ll surprisingly stay quiet. Emmett would just be hurt at the fact that Ness wouldn’t stay long enough to tell him she was going out...for a while.

did he really just word this story wrong? granted edward was still alive, emmett just wanted to spice things up a bit. it had went south. the words slipped off his tongue so he began scrambling to rephrase his meaning. tawny eyes rolling he felt the corner of his lips tug back into their original smirk.  ❰ i said ALMOST killed. if not for your mom, Mr. Brood over there wouldn’t be here right now. so…the volturi are nothin’ to laugh at. unless they’re felix, then you just laugh your ass off because he’s not that important. ❱