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Fic: Fracture

Fandom: CSI: Vegas (2021)

Pairing: Josh x Allie

Warnings: some graphic violence

Rating: T

Status: In Progress

Summary:   Sometimes, relationships just don’t work out.  Allie struggles to to   stay in a defunct relationship because it’s the only home she thinks  she  has.  Josh just wants her to be happy and tries to be there for her   while struggling with his own feelings.  

Ch1: A Fine Mess

Ch2: Two Bodies, One Head

Ch3: Stalemate

Ch4: Re-assignment

Ch5: Separate Paths

Ch6: Toeing the Line

Ch7: Ambush

Ch8: Aftermath

Ch9: Whirlwind

Ch10: Synchronicities

Ch11: Progress

Ch12: A Family in Need

Promo pictures for CSI: Vegas Season 2 Episode 17, airing March 30 on CBS/Paramount+

rosalie’s epilogue (main story posted here)

two years later

rosalie stalked through the forest, prepared to hunt. she had gone separately from the rest of her… family. she often did. over the past two years, she had grown to like them, to feel accepted by them, but it was still weird to her to think of them as her family. she didn’t feel that close them yet. they were kind to her, had welcomed her, had comforted her as she worked through all that had plagued her since she had woken up. but it wasn’t enough. she hadn’t joined them by choice. and she wouldn’t open up that much until she was ready to.

soon after she returned to them, they had relocated to a small town in tennessee. carlisle had explained the change as necessary; rosalie couldn’t be seen by anyone that had known her. rosalie had pretended the change bothered her, but in truth she was relieved. she hoped the change of scenery would help her adapt to this new life better. it had partially worked, but she still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing. she buried herself in new hobbies: engineering, electronics, mechanic work, all things she had, as a girl, been forbidden from attempting. but she still couldn’t fill the missing piece.

she darted further still into the woods, between the trees. she was pretty far out now; nowhere near any hiking trails. she wasn’t in any part of the forest any sane person would venture to. it was safe to hunt. 

but before she could start, before she could switch off the rational part of her brain and give herself over to the animalistic part of her, she heard it. the roar of a bear, and a human screaming. she stopped breathing; worried the smell of the blood would come next. she didn’t want to break, to make carlisle disappointed in her. but she couldn’t stand here and do nothing, leave this human to die. so she ran in the direction of the sounds. she reached the small clearing shortly, seeing a large brown bear hovering over a large man. he was lying on the ground, bleeding from claw marks on his torso and one of his legs. it looked like he had hit his head when he fell; a small cut had blood running down his face.

she stopped when she saw that face, glad she had held her breath, knowing she wouldn’t have been able to resist giving into her instincts. the more she looked at him, the more she found herself unable to look away. he had such a kind face, clearly visible even through his injuries. despite the pain that twisted his features, she could see that he had dimples. as she examined him from behind the tree, the bear raised its paw for one more strike. rosalie couldn’t let the bear hurt the man further. she leaped forward, prepared to strike. she fought the creature quickly, snapping its neck between her arms so it wouldn’t suffer. she knew she didn’t have much time; all she could think of was the man she was trying to save getting closer to unconsciousness. 

she gingerly picked him up, his eyes snapping open at the coldness of her arms. his eyes stared into hers, like he was seeing so much more than just her face. rosalie gave him a small smile, hoping to reassure him before she ran off, back to the house. he laughed one, delirious from the pain in his body. he didn’t look away from her face the whole way back.

carlisle ran out of the house and met her a few miles from the house, having smelt the blood. 

“carlisle, i need your help,” rosalie said, far too fast for the man to understand. “please save him,” she pleaded, not wanting to waste time trying to beg him.

“rosalie, are you sure?” carlisle asked, searching her facial expressions for any hint of doubt, or possibly a reason why. truth be told, rosalie didn’t have an actual reason. she just couldn’t let this man die. 

“please,” she said one last time.

“please,” the man echoed, his voice barely over a whisper. both vampires turned to stare at him, shocked that he had been able to speak. but they waited a second too long. rosalie watched as the man’s eyes slid shut, felt his heart slow, before it stopped.

“carlisle!” rosalie shrieked, running into the house to put the man’s body on their dining room table. “please!” carlisle was right behind her, before he leaped into action. he quickly bit the man’s neck. rosalie watched in worry, terrified that she had been too late. as the venom reached the man’s system, his body jolted, and he screamed as the pain hit him. rosalie breathed a small sigh of relief as she heard his heart start again, beating faster than it ever had before.

carlisle darted out of the room and then back in, carrying a small syringe full of clear liquid. he shot it into the man’s arm.

“what did you just do?” rosalie asked in worry.

“morphine. it might help the pain,” carlisle said. “we can hope,” he added, looking at the man. his face was still twisted in pain, but he didn’t make a sound. “rosalie, do you want to le-”

“no,” rosalie said, cutting him off. “i’m staying right here. you can leave if you want to. but i’m staying right here. he won’t go through this alone,” she said, grabbing a chair and placing in by the table he was laying on, taking a seat and reaching out a hand to rest on the table beside his. almost without thinking, he took it, occasionally squeezing to release the tension. 

they sat like that for three days, both barely moving. carlisle would occasionally come in to check on the progress, but he never stayed long. neither made a sound the whole time. the man didn’t scream again, and rosalie was afraid to speak, not knowing what to say. had she really doomed another to this life? what was she going to say to him when he woke up?

he woke jut before sunrise on the fourth day. he went completely still, dropping rosalie’s hand before closing his eyes. he took a few deep breaths, as if readying himself for a difficult task. rosalie stood, tensed, prepared to call for esme or carlisle if she needed help. she had asked they stay away but nearby when he woke; she wanted to do this alone. this had been her choice. now he would make his.

“what happened to me?” the man asked, slowly opening his eyes and sitting up. rosalie took a deep breath, and began to explain to him what had happened. the bear attack, how she had heard it and came to investigate, how she knew she had to save him. how she ran him back here, begging her friend to save his life, not sure if he would be able to. she told him what he was now: a vampire, and he could stay with them and survive off of animals, or go off on his own if he chose to. rosalie waited after she finished, both of them sitting in silence, as the man absorbed what she told him, her waiting for his reaction.

 “so, this is how i’m going to be now?” he asked slowly, testing out the words on his tongue.

“yes,” rosalie said, looking down.

“thank you for saving me,” he said, jumping off the table and reaching to give rosalie a grateful hug. she leaped back, jumping to the other side of the room before he could touch her. “i’m sorry,” he said, putting his hands down at once. “i should have asked. thank you, again, seriously. i’m not sure how this new life will work out, but i’m grateful to still be alive, at least in some way. and it’s all because of you. so thanks,” he said, awkwardly trailing off into silence.

“it’s okay,” rosalie said, stepping forward, slowing making her way to stand next to him. “and you’re welcome. you’re really not upset?” she asked, not believing his carefree attitude, or how it was rubbing off a little onto her. 

“can’t change what’s already happened,” he said with a shrug. “might as well enjoy it,” he said, laughing. rosalie laughed along with him.

“i’m rosalie, by the way. carlisle is another member of this family, and esme is his wife. they’re waiting around to meet you,” she said, motioning towards the other room where they were waiting.

“i think i’m fine with my guardian angel for a little longer,” he said, not looking away from her, and cracking a small smile. “and i’m emmett,” he said, reaching out a hand to shake. this time, rosalie took it, not wanting to shy away from his touch anymore.

he’ll agree, of course, if someone else points it out, but even when she’s not in the room he’ll think of something else to say.

he’ll call her fierce. he’ll call her wicked smart. he’ll compliment her knowledge of cars. he’ll say indomitable and strong-willed and loving and generous and protective and powerful and kind and loyal, selfless in the way that she’ll let the world burn, and herself included, before she lets someone hurt the ones she loves, (which he’ll always insist is the best type of selfless). he’ll compliment the fact that she can take down a bear without getting a drop of blood on her clothes. he’ll say survivor and strong and healer and guardian and badass, he’ll compliment her on her baseball skills and her impulse control and the little dramatic wicked streak that makes the two of them a menace when they team up for pranks, and tell her that her sense of humor matches his perfectly.

never once has the word beautiful, in any of its forms, passed his lips.

it’s been a century, and he still has new things to say. new compliments as he sits, idly toying with her hair.

because he knows that she was defined by her looks, and he knows that she still is, by ignorant vampires who look and assume that her only talent is beauty, and he knows that she has heard “pretty” enough times that it has stopped being something to be proud of and started being armor.

All in an instant, Rosalie lost everything she had ever known. After her assault, she didn’t know who to turn to, or even if she had anywhere to turn. She had some hope that the doctor would save her, but even that only brought more pain. The castle she had built with her king had fallen before it was even completed. All she had done was try to live her life. And all that had earned her was the right to completely disappear.

She hid for months, barely speaking, hiding herself from the people who had accidentally became her family. She moved with them, stayed with them, but she wasn’t a part of them. Not really. They didn’t know her and she didn’t know them. For almost twenty-four months, she remained hidden, rebuilding herself from the crowd up. This time, she would be a queen without a king, a castle of daggers and thorns, boarded up windows protecting the loving soul within. She wouldn’t let anyone hurt her again.

But then Emmett came along, walking right up into her life. She hadn’t really had anyone before who saw her for who she was, not just how she looked. He saw what she wanted to be, not what everyone else wanted her to be. And she loved him for it. She didn’t need anyone to save her. She had already saved herself. But they were more than happy to run away together.

And that’s exactly what they did. They found a place alone, away from all the noise and darkness. They got to know each other without liars or fools telling them all the mistakes they were making. But love is not a mistake. He is the very last person someone like her would be expected to be with, but the very first person she’s wanted and needed.

She’s never laughed like this before, so carefree and loud with a smile that lights up the whole room. She felt like a child again, so full of freedom and joy, doing all the things that she was always told were too childish to do. She ran between the trees, racing Emmett deep into the forest. She splashed in rivers and danced in the rain, refusing to come back in until she was soaked to the skin. Spending nights cuddled under piles of blankets and pillows, laughing and trading jokes and stories, his eyes the only spark she ever needed. 

Some nights, she couldn’t stop the memories from resurfacing, reliving the past even though the perpetrators were long dead. He did everything he could to help her: distracting her with comfort, holding her while she cried, listening to her talk through trauma, building fires when their perpetual chill felt like too much. All the warmth he brought with him was all she needed, his fire melting away her ice. 

When she started wearing the locket, he didn’t mention it. It was just a simple heart with a small “E” on the front. He noticed it right away, but figured she would mention it when she wanted to. Like so much of their relationship, actions spoke louder than words and knowing it was there was enough. He didn’t need the why.

The locket hung empty for awhile. She really liked the necklace, but didn’t want to fill it with something random so she waited for the right thing. 

It came along one day when they were laying in the field behind their house. Emmett was searching for a four-leaf clover while Rosalie read. He whooped in excitement before darting back to show it to her. She rolled her eyes, but looked to admire the clover… and the simple diamond ring he also held. It was the easiest thing in the world to say yes. Later that night, she pressed the clover in her book so it would be preserved for her locket.

Their relationship faced a lot of judgement from others. People who didn’t know them or only knew parts of them whispered about how shallow or empty such a relationship must be. But the whispers didn’t matter; Emmett and Rosalie knew what they had. Whatever anyone else tried to call them, it didn’t matter when they had each other, both doing better than they ever had.

Soft Emmett thoughts:

He always asks.

From the very first moment, Emmett knew that he loved Rosalie. But he also know that she was hurting (and maybe she always would be, sometimes you can't love someone's pain away, you simply love it along woth them) and that she needed him to be gentle because no one else was. Everyone else in the world took, took, took from Rosalie, never asking and never giving back, never caring about her hurt.

Except for Emmett.

Unlike anything else she has ever known, Emmett, with all of his might and ferocity and wildness, is downright gentle with Rosalie. Not because she's weak (no, he could never call her weak) but because he wants to return to her what others have stolen. And a part of that is asking, never assuming, to be with her.

"Can I hold you?"

He asked early on, knowing he already loved her but that she needed time. It was a moment of anger and hurt, Rosalie opening up to him (slowly, slowly she was allowing him to know her) and Emmett offering the only thing he had, himself. And it was enough, Rosalie giving him permission and softening in his embrace.

Over the years, he's gotten better at it, able to ask in silence and only with his eyes.

"Are you okay?"

"Do you want to go?"

"Do you need me?"

"Can I hold you?"

"I love you."

And Rosalie answers in her own silence, the lovers coming together like they always have:

A/N: i dunno if y’all follow @smallestkyle on tiktok, but their twilight tiktoks give me fucking life. they’re so funny, and this fic was inspired by one of their tiktoks of bella and emmett (and their occasional triplet) being chaotic dumbasses and rosalie being a simp for emmett.

“Hey, Rosie!” Emmett called, jogging his way over to her at a human pace. Rosalie smiled at him, immediately reaching a hand out for him. “Hey, Em,” She replied. Emmett swung their arms gently, practically hopping along the lawn as he walked with Rosalie, her dainty hand enclosed in his enormous one.

Her golden blonde hair swayed as she walked, perfectly in sync with her steps. Her flawless face was striking, especially with her warm golden eyes shining at him, full lips pulled up into a fond half-smile. He loved her, his Rose. Not only was she stunning, his personal angel, but she had one of the kindest hearts– her biggest secret. He loved her– loved her more than anything. He carefully squeezed her hand, then ushered her into the house. 

Edward was sitting at his piano, speaking softly with Bella, who was perched upon the instrument, swaying along to the gentle music flowing from Edward’s hand, her golden eyes closed softly. Emmett manuevered his way around the piano, depositing Rosalie next to Bella. “What’s up, Emmett?” Rosalie asked, her windchime voice soft, loving. Edward tilted his head curiously at Emmett and Bella, who mischiveously grinned at each other. 

Dread filled Edward’s stomach immediately. The Chaos Twins were back at it again, and he wouldn’t be surprised if their occasional Chaos Triplet was lurking nearby. However, Rosalie’s expression was one of fond indulgence mixed with amusement. After being married to Emmett for decades, she was just about ready for anything. 

the moment i knew: breakup headcanons

They had only been dating a few months when they had their first fight. They had gotten close quickly, but it was a rocky start. She had trouble trusting him, regardless of how careful he was with her. He understood plenty, and did his best to give her as much space and time as she needed. But it was still a struggle. 

It was so small, it was barely even a fight. He had found her alone in her room, curled on her bed. She did this often, when she needed time alone as her memories became too much for her. Emmett never really knew what to do in these situations; he wanted to respect her need for space but it hurt to see her alone hurting, knowing there was nothing he could do to help. 

On this day it was particularly bad; she had been alone in her room for nearly the full day, without moving or talking to anyone. Esme and Carlisle had walked by numerous times, seeing if she needed anything but she wouldn’t respond. Emmett did his best to leave her alone, but couldn’t let her be alone anymore. He went in to ask if there was anything he could do, anything he could do to help her. 

“Rosalie? Rose, it’s been almost a full day. Is there anyway I can help?” She took awhile to answer, still laying on the bed staring at the wall. Emmett slowly entered the room, walking to the edge of her bed. He kept asking her if she needed anything in a soft voice. Finally she answered.

“I’m fine,” she said, continuing to stare at a spot on the wall. She couldn’t figure out what it was, despite having stared at it for a few hours now. 

“Are you sure? Rose, you haven’t moved in such a long time. That’s not a good sign. I just want to help,” he said, reaching out to touch her shoulder. She jerked away from his touch, rolling to the other side of the bed. He immediately took his hand back, saying a quick apology. 

“Why do you even care?” she asked, studying a new spot on the wall. He sat on the edge of the bed, keeping his distance from her until she chose to close it.

“Because no one deserves to feel like this. And because I love you,” he said without needing to think about it. She didn’t respond. “I can stay here with you. Or do you want me to get Esme?” Emmett didn’t know too much about Esme’s history, only the little she had felt comfortable telling him. He knew that her and Rosalie often talked about it, helping each other through their trauma when the memories got to be too much. He hoped she could help Rosalie better than he could. 

But Rosalie just shook her head. “Okay, do you want me to stay here? I can just keep you company.” Rosalie just shook her head. Emmett took  a deep breath, trying to figure out what she needed. “I just want to help. What do you need me to do?” he asked.

“You can leave,” Rosali said quietly. Emmett stood to go, but couldn’t quite bring himself to leave.

“Rosalie, I…”

“You can’t help me!” she screamed, whipping herself into a standing position so fast Emmett couldn’t register the movement.

“Please just talk to me then,” Emmett said, taking a step towards her. She darted to the other side of the bed, keeping it between them. He stood by the door, closing it behind him so the others wouldn’t walk by and see them, though he knew they had left the house to give them some space.

“What is there to say? How damaged I am? How I can’t trust anyone? Can’t let anyone get near me because of the way he hurt me? How I know this was only done to keep me alive and yet I can’t get past how it’s ripped away every part of the life I want? Or how the life I wanted is exactly what brought me here?”

“Rose, I…”

“What are you even doing here? Don’t you have something better to do then try to comfort the broken girl? I can’t be comforted. Why are you wasting your time?”

“It’s not wasted with you.” 

“You’d be so much better off without me. You could be out having fun, instead of here getting yelled at,” Rosalie screamed, but her voice broke off at the end. She just collapsed on the bed again.

“I don’t want to be without you. You have every right to be angry. Just get it out and we’ll figure something out from there.”

“You should leave me,” Rosalie whispered. Emmett took another few steps toward the bed, sitting next to her. He rested his hand next to hers, waiting for her to take the final step. A few moments passed where neither moved, until Rosalie took his hand. He squeezed hers back.

“We don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. But I certainly won’t be leaving you,” Emmett said. Rosalie hesitated again, before moving towards him. He laid down on the bed so she could lay against him, pulling her into his arms. 

“I don’t want to hurt anymore,” she said, lacing her fingers through his.

“I don’t want you to feel like that either. But I’ll be here to help you as much as I can as long as you want me.”

“I’m sorry I yelled at you,” she added with a small laugh.

“I understand why you needed to. I didn’t mind.”

“Doesn’t mean you deserved it. But thank you, regardless.” Emmett let out a soft chuckle, pulling Rosalie closer. She closed her eyes, rest her head on his bicep. He started humming, softly but horribly off-key. Rosalie giggled, finding the sounds just enough to distract her from the memories. She adjusted so she was facing him.

“I love you,” she whispered to him. His humming paused for just a moment as he absorbed the words, unable to fight the smile.

“I love you, too,” he said, placing a quick kiss on the top of her had before beginning to hum again. 

the moment i knew: breakup headcanons

They had only been dating a few months when they had their first fight. They had gotten close quickly, but it was a rocky start. She had trouble trusting him, regardless of how careful he was with her. He understood plenty, and did his best to give her as much space and time as she needed. But it was still a struggle. 

It was so small, it was barely even a fight. He had found her alone in her room, curled on her bed. She did this often, when she needed time alone as her memories became too much for her. Emmett never really knew what to do in these situations; he wanted to respect her need for space but it hurt to see her alone hurting, knowing there was nothing he could do to help. 

On this day it was particularly bad; she had been alone in her room for nearly the full day, without moving or talking to anyone. Esme and Carlisle had walked by numerous times, seeing if she needed anything but she wouldn’t respond. Emmett did his best to leave her alone, but couldn’t let her be alone anymore. He went in to ask if there was anything he could do, anything he could do to help her. 

“Rosalie? Rose, it’s been almost a full day. Is there anyway I can help?” She took awhile to answer, still laying on the bed staring at the wall. Emmett slowly entered the room, walking to the edge of her bed. He kept asking her if she needed anything in a soft voice. Finally she answered.

“I’m fine,” she said, continuing to stare at a spot on the wall. She couldn’t figure out what it was, despite having stared at it for a few hours now. 

“Are you sure? Rose, you haven’t moved in such a long time. That’s not a good sign. I just want to help,” he said, reaching out to touch her shoulder. She jerked away from his touch, rolling to the other side of the bed. He immediately took his hand back, saying a quick apology. 

“Why do you even care?” she asked, studying a new spot on the wall. He sat on the edge of the bed, keeping his distance from her until she chose to close it.

“Because no one deserves to feel like this. And because I love you,” he said without needing to think about it. She didn’t respond. “I can stay here with you. Or do you want me to get Esme?” Emmett didn’t know too much about Esme’s history, only the little she had felt comfortable telling him. He knew that her and Rosalie often talked about it, helping each other through their trauma when the memories got to be too much. He hoped she could help Rosalie better than he could. 

But Rosalie just shook her head. “Okay, do you want me to stay here? I can just keep you company.” Rosalie just shook her head. Emmett took  a deep breath, trying to figure out what she needed. “I just want to help. What do you need me to do?” he asked.

“You can leave,” Rosali said quietly. Emmett stood to go, but couldn’t quite bring himself to leave.

“Rosalie, I…”

“You can’t help me!” she screamed, whipping herself into a standing position so fast Emmett couldn’t register the movement.

“Please just talk to me then,” Emmett said, taking a step towards her. She darted to the other side of the bed, keeping it between them. He stood by the door, closing it behind him so the others wouldn’t walk by and see them, though he knew they had left the house to give them some space.

“What is there to say? How damaged I am? How I can’t trust anyone? Can’t let anyone get near me because of the way he hurt me? How I know this was only done to keep me alive and yet I can’t get past how it’s ripped away every part of the life I want? Or how the life I wanted is exactly what brought me here?”

“Rose, I…”

“What are you even doing here? Don’t you have something better to do then try to comfort the broken girl? I can’t be comforted. Why are you wasting your time?”

“It’s not wasted with you.” 

“You’d be so much better off without me. You could be out having fun, instead of here getting yelled at,” Rosalie screamed, but her voice broke off at the end. She just collapsed on the bed again.

“I don’t want to be without you. You have every right to be angry. Just get it out and we’ll figure something out from there.”

“You should leave me,” Rosalie whispered. Emmett took another few steps toward the bed, sitting next to her. He rested his hand next to hers, waiting for her to take the final step. A few moments passed where neither moved, until Rosalie took his hand. He squeezed hers back.

“We don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. But I certainly won’t be leaving you,” Emmett said. Rosalie hesitated again, before moving towards him. He laid down on the bed so she could lay against him, pulling her into his arms. 

“I don’t want to hurt anymore,” she said, lacing her fingers through his.

“I don’t want you to feel like that either. But I’ll be here to help you as much as I can as long as you want me.”

“I’m sorry I yelled at you,” she added with a small laugh.

“I understand why you needed to. I didn’t mind.”

“Doesn’t mean you deserved it. But thank you, regardless.” Emmett let out a soft chuckle, pulling Rosalie closer. She closed her eyes, rest her head on his bicep. He started humming, softly but horribly off-key. Rosalie giggled, finding the sounds just enough to distract her from the memories. She adjusted so she was facing him.

“I love you,” she whispered to him. His humming paused for just a moment as he absorbed the words, unable to fight the smile.

“I love you, too,” he said, placing a quick kiss on the top of her had before beginning to hum again. 

🎟: movie date headcanons 

“Just put the DVD! Babe, just in the slot on the player!” Rosalie called, laughing. She was laying on the couch, watching Emmett where he was kneeling in front of the television and DVD player.

“I got it, I got it!” he grumbled back, careful not to break the disc in his large hands.

“If you insist.” She giggled again as Emmett struggled with the machine. He eventually managed to insert the disc and hopped over to the couch to join his wife. She grabbed the remote to skip through the previews and hit play while Emmett settled on the other end of the couch with her feet in his lap. He began absentmindedly tracing her knee.

“So what are we watching again?” Rosalie asked, staring at a preview that couldn’t be skipped.

“The King’s Speech,” Emmett answered. “Edward said we may enjoy it.”

“Isn’t that the one about King George VI?”

“Yes; it all happened at the end of my human life and the beginning of our life together,” he said, reaching for her hand and squeezing it. She smiled, rotating on the couch so she was leaning into him. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer.

“I don’t remember any of it happening,” Rosalie said as the movie began.

“Me neither,” Emmett said, kissing the top of her head. “I think we had other things to worry about at that moment.” Rosalie grimaced, choosing to ignore the reminder of their early days and their early days together. Emmett squeezed her shoulder in comfort before turning his attention back to the screen. They watched in silence together, absorbing the dialogue of the characters.

“You know, I used to have a stutter,” Emmett said about halfway through the movie.

“Really?” Rosalie asked, quickly pausing the the movie before turning to face him.

“Yep. When I was… about five? I took awhile to start speaking, so not sure what was just beginning to speak issues, or actually stuttering,” Emmett answered with a shrug and a hint of nervous laughter.

“What did you do about it?”

“What could I do? My family couldn’t really afford any help for me. My teachers didn’t know what to do about it. Some ignored it, others tried a little bit, but were never really helpful. And of course, some just laughed at me.” Rosalie’s jaw clenched in anger at that. She took a deep breath to calm herself, relaxing her muscles before beginning to rub circles on Emmett’s hand. “I didn’t really speak much around people,” he added, laughing.

“Really? That’s hard to believe,” she said, laughing.

“Couldn’t really get much more than a sentence or two out without stuttering.” He shrugged. “No one really had the patience.”

“I’m so sorry. You deserved better than to be treated like that,” Rosalie said, leaning in to kiss his forehead.

“I did.”

“How did it stop? I’ve never really noticed it before.”

“It got less pronounced as I aged. I kind of trained myself out of it, began practicing everything I was going to say for hours. I spent a lot of time talking to trees, trying to get better!” They both laughed.

“Did any ever talk back?” Rosalie asked with a giggle.

“One or two. But they were pretty nice.”

“They better be!” She threw back her head, laughing still.

“I love you,” Emmett said, gently pulling her face towards his and kissing her.

“I love you, too,” Rosalie breathed, softly kissing his lips again. “Now pipe down. We have a movie to watch!”

“Yes, mam!” Emmett said, laughing again as Rosalie hit the play button. He wrapped his arm back around her, pulling her as close as he could.

The day began like any other. It was a weekend, so Edward, Emmett, and Rosalie didn’t have school that day. Carlisle miraculously didn’t have to work, so he took Esme and Edward into town to do some shopping. Emmett and Rosalie were grateful for the privacy; it was hard to come by in a house like theirs. When it did come along, they were sure to take advantage of it. And that’s exactly what they did today.

They were sitting out in the garage Esme had built for Rosalie in the Cullens’ spacious backyard. She was working on taking apart an old car, seeing if any parts were salvageable for another project. Emmett was lying on the floor beside it, throwing an old baseball against the ceiling, practicing on controlling his strength. The gentle “thud” each time it hit his hand, however she couldn’t help but wince each time it hit the ceiling. 

“Emmett!” she scolded when it happened again - she had lost track of how many times. “You are going to break my garage!” 

“Sorry, babe. It’s only a baseball,” he said with a wince.

“Thrown by a supernaturally strong man,” she argued back, setting her tools down. She walked to him and held out her hand. 

“Guess I don’t know my own strength.” He handed her the ball, which she tossed into a bucket in the far corner of the room.

“You’re a fool,” she said, shaking her head, a small smile on her lips.

“A fool for you, babe,” he shot back, winking. Rosalie just shot him a look, but couldn’t keep her smile from widening.

“Whatever, Em,” she said, walking back to the front of the car.

“Hold on, let’s go for a walk,” Emmett said, leaping to his feet. “I need to stretch my legs.”

“But you don’t- sure.” She wiped her hands off on a nearby rag. Emmett reached into his pocket, as if he was checking that something was still there. Rosalie reached for his hand and led him outside, following the path through Esme’s garden until they were walking down the street in front of their house. They headed to a small pond at the center of the neighborhood. The day was quite warm, despite the overcast sky. They didn’t have much to say on the walk.

Once they reached the pond, they sat down on one of the benches overlooking the water. Emmett took Rosalie’s hand, playing gently with her fingers as they sat. She smiled.

“Having fun?” she asked with a giggle.

“Always. Always, with you,” he said in response, but he looked more serious than his words conveyed.

“Em? Is everything okay?” 

“Everything’s great!” he said, shoving his hands in his pockets. Rosalie followed him.

“You know you can tell me,” she said, resting her hand on his arm. He looked at her for a long moment. As if gathering his courage. Then he took her hand.

“Rosie, I love you,” he began.

“As I love you,” she interrupted.

“I’m trying something here! Give me a minute,” he said, a joke frown on his face. Rosalie laughed. “As I was saying, I love you. These past years, this life you’ve given me, is so much more than I could’ve asked for, but every day I’m grateful to have you. So I have a question.” And with that, he let go of her hand and knelt, producing a small diamond ring. “Rose, will you marry me?” Rosalie’s eyes burned, her words caught in her throat. “Now you may speak,” he added. Rosalie burst out laughing.

🧡: fireplace headcanons

Emmett and Rosalie took a long honeymoon after their wedding. They had already spent most of their time before it alone, but they weren’t ready for it to end quite yet. So they bought a cabin in the middle of the Tennessee wilderness, and planned to stay there as long as they wanted. It was plenty remote, so they wouldn’t be bothered. And there were plenty of animals in the area for hunting purposes. It was a perfect spot.

The cabin was small, barely more than the one room. But it was all they needed. A small bed sat along one side, just big enough for the two of them. There was a nightstand on each side of the bed, both empty except for matching lamps. A small kitchen sat in the opposite corner along the same wall. There was a small couch in the center of the room, just perfect for two to cuddle.

The best feature, by far, was the fireplace. It was on the wall opposite the bed and kitchen. The couch faced it. In contrast to the woodwork of the rest of the cabin, it was made of gray stones. A small pile of wood sat beside it, just waiting to be used. 

When they first arrived at the cabin, Emmett checked to make sure it was clean and safe to use. It looked like it had never been used before. In the cabin he lived with his family, fires had been necessary for warmth. But he has always loved the look of them, the skill it took to build a good one. He had instantly begun building a roaring fire in it. Rosalie went outside to gather more wood. She hadn’t had the same need for fires, but she had loved them nonetheless.

After the fire was built and enough firewood had been gathered, they laid together on the couch in front of the fireplace. They rested in each other’s arms, feeling the heat from the fire warm their skin. Sometimes they spoke, trading stories or making plans for the rest of their time there. They had brought along a small record player, which they had on near constantly playing their favorite records.

They only had the fire going at night, when they preferred lying together, as they spent their days inside or outside the house doing other activities. Sometimes they would read together, either separately or with one of them reading out loud to the other. They also liked to use the time to talk, spilling secrets or other plans. As long as the fire was going, it was a comfortable, cozy night.

Emmett slowly began teaching Rosalie how to build the fire herself. She picked it up quickly, learning how to best arrange the different sizes of logs to build the best fire. She really liked it, wanting to practice different ways of building the fire.

They went out each dawn to gather more wood for that evening, challenging each other to see who could get the most. It could take all morning, as they often had to run far to find enough fallen sticks, branches, and logs. They loved being out in the sun together, watching the light dance off each other’s skin as they watched the sky change colors between the trees.

Rosalie liked to sit in front of the fireplace, watching the flames dance. She could do this for hours, barely noticing when Emmett added another log to keep the fire going. While she did this, he used the time to wander the forest looking for new things to show her on their nightly walks.

They stayed in the cabin all winter, only deciding to leave when all the snow had melted and flowers were blooming around them. They planned to come back as often as possible, but still found it hard to leave. The rest of the Cullens were happy to have them back, but they missed the peace and warmth of the cabin. So in each place they lived, they made sure to have a fireplace just like the cabin.

fire headcanon prompts

💞: in love headcanons

They knew each other for a long time before ever getting together. But before they could even say a word to each other, they knew there was something between them, and both were acutely aware of it. Rosalie could never tell anyone why she had thought to save Emmett. One look at his face told her that he was someone worth saving. She had no idea who he was, and still hoped he would be good. Emmett always thought of Rosalie as his angel. He told her as such, but she didn’t really believe it. Not yet, anyway.

From the first moment he woke up, he and Rosalie got along so well. She was the only one in the room when his transformation was complete, though the others were nearby. They were shocked to hear laughter coming from the room not five minutes after he woke up. None of them had felt like laughing when they learned what they had become. And they had never heard Rosalie laugh before this moment.

Edward was the first to notice they had feelings for each other. Emmett could never keep Rosalie off of his mind. He would run through their conversations in his mind, savoring each confession she had trusted him with. He thought of new things to tell her, new ways to make her laugh. He would sit in the garage for hours just watching her work, listening as she told him every detail of how she was rebuilding whichever car she was working on. He would help by bringing her tools and the occasional car part, but mostly he was just fascinated watching her. He noticed the way her brow furrowed when she couldn’t solve a problem, how she bit her lip when she was thinking, the way she delicately combed through every piece so she wouldn’t break them. He thought of her freely, unable to keep her off of his mind. Not that he wanted to.

Rosalie was more guarded with her thoughts. She wasn’t really one for sharing her feelings, especially when she had no choice in the matter. But she did think of him often. How gentle he was, how caring. They way he always asked how she was doing, wanting to know if she was okay. She trusted him when she wasn’t. His laugh was infectious; she could never keep from smiling when she heard it. She loved when he would watch her work, and would happily answer his dozens of questions. Nothing made her feel safer or more appreciated than when they would talk, his eyes watching her, his attention exclusively on her no matter what was going on.

Edward noticed first, but Carlisle was the first to bring it up. He would never betray Rosalie’s confidence by telling someone what had happened to her without her permission, but he needed to let Emmett know to be careful, to be gentle. Rosalie’s love and trust was a gift, and Carlisle wants to help him with it. Emmett had already figured certain things out from watching her. She would jump away at any unexpected touch. She always kept some part of herself alert, prepared to strike at the slightest hint of danger. She had told him some things, but had kept most of it to herself for now.

Emmett had learned to announce himself whenever he entered a room with her in it, to exaggerate the sounds he made when walking so he could be sure she had heard him. He always asked before touching her, even just to brush the hair behind her ear or to help her with something, even apologizing if their hands accidentally brushed when handing her things. Emmett knew, but he listened anyway, looking for anything he could do to make Rosalie more comfortable around him.

He waited until she was ready. He never told her how he felt, but never tried to hide it, making sure she knew how much he cared about her. She was the one to tell him first. They were walking through the forest, hand in hand, when Rosalie stopped, turned to him, and said “I love you.” Emmett cmiled bigger than he ever had and said “I love you, too,” before asking it he could kiss her. She answered him by pulling him down to her height and kissing him first. All they could both think was “finally.” They stayed out in the forest for a long time after their first kiss.

Emmett did his best to make her happy even through things he couldn’t give her. They began going to shelters together volunteering in different ways. They would each help look after the children, Rosalie never more in her element than when playing a game of tag with the kids, or reading them a story. They’d walk through the children’s wings at Carlisle’s hospitals, visiting and playing with the children. They’d always go in costumes: Cinderella and Prince Charming, Rapunzel and Eugene, different superheroes and other characters. Rosalie would laugh every time she watched Emmett so in character, doing anything to make the kids smile and laugh.

They had one wedding shortly after confessing their love for each other. Esme officiated, helping them say their short and sweet vows. Rosalie wore a simple white dress, so unlike the one her mother had forced her to wear. Emmett had a tux,with a tie the color of roses. She carried a bouquet of bellflowers down the aisle. The wedding was short, and then they went back to New York, where Rosalie hadn’t been since she left shortly after the attack. She had always loved the area, and nothing was better than being back here with the one she loved.

pink headcanon prompts

Emmett certainly wasn’t a serious person, and rarely had to ask for advice. So Carlisle was confused yet grateful when Emmett asked if they could go on a hunt together. It was the first time he had seen the younger, stronger vampire look nervous.

They ran through the woods, heading to one of their favorite spots. It was close, but far enough that they could get a good run in. Their trip was quiet, as Emmett couldn’t figure out where to begin and Carlisle was letting him gather his thoughts before beginning.

“I have a question,” Emmett finally said. They had slowed to a walk, looking for a suitable place to hide for prey.

“I hopefully have an answer. What’s on your mind?” He stopped when Emmett did, the latter squatting against a tree. Carlisle knelt next to him, both men concealed by a large boulder and plants tangled in the tree’s roots.

“How, um… you and Esme.” He took a deep breath. It wasn’t necessary, but helped calm his nerves. “How did you start… start dating?”

Carlisle let out a small chuckle, a twinkle in his eye. “Oh, it took us a while. Your mother had, well, she needed time, and I wanted to give her the space she needed. But I loved her from the moment I saw her, and I fell more daily. Edward told me later he wanted to explode; we both had such strong feelings and refused to act. We went on a walk one day and Esme just took my hand. It felt different, somehow. We escalated from there.”

“Ma made the first move? Nice!” Emmett said with a low whistle.

Carlisle rolled his eyes, but didn’t fight his fond smile. “Yes, yes she did. Why do you ask? Has someone caught your eye? It might be… risky, I suppose, to date someone at the school. But if you feel confident, we can offer support. Alice can keep an eye-”

“No, it’s not like that,” Emmett interrupted, looking away.

“Oh. Well, there must be someone? I presume these nerves are not due to the deer?”

Emmett grinned awkwardly, then stood. He paced between the trees as Carlisle watched. Eventually, he stood and placed a hand on his son’s shoulders. Emmett stopped and took a deep breath. “I think I’m in love with Rosalie,” Emmett said. “Wait, no. I know I’m in love with her,” he corrected.

Carlisle grinned widely. “I thought I noticed you two growing closer.” He put his arms around Emmett’s shoulder and they began to walk back to the house, their hunting trip forgotten. “Do you think she feels the same for you?”

“I don’t know.” Emmett shrugged.

“Do you have experience from your human life? I haven’t heard you talk much about it.”

“It’s over now. A little, I think? I definitely did more than my fair share of flirting. But nothing serious. Nothing… real.”

Carlisle smiled. “I think you should tell her, son. Eternity is a long time to go with regrets.”

Emmett stopped, they were pretty close to the house by now. “What if she says no?”

“It’ll hurt. But what if she says yes?”

Emmett’s chuckle was nervous. “I haven’t thought that far ahead. I can’t really get past how much I care for Rose.”

“There’s value in letting people know that even if it doesn’t end how you want.” He checked his watch. “I’m sorry to cut this talk short, but I’m afraid I must get ready for my shift. Are you alright?”

“I think so. For now, anyway. Thanks for the advice.”

“Anytime, Emmett.” Carlisle said as he jogged towards the house. Emmett smiled in response, then began walking along the perimeter of their yard, muttering under his breath, trying to determine the right words to say.

Rosalie stood up from where she had been helping Esme in her garden. They couldn’t have noticed how close she was. The far end of the garden was right alongside the forest but rarely visited by anyone other than Esme. their voices had been just loud enough.

Maybe Esme wouldn’t be the only one to make the first move.

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