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Emmett

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Drabble #1:

I pull up whole fir trees by their roots, one-handed. I wrestle pissed off grizzly bears for fun. Does Edward call me “Hercules,” or “Bad-Ass Vamp”?

When I beat Jasper again at eight-board chess, even with Alice telling him where I’m playing next, does he call me “Genius,” or “Reigning Chess King”?

Rosalie looks at me and I know she’s thinking about the thing I do when I kiss her there, tongue flat and slick with venom and love until her skin shimmers even at night, but does she call me “Lover-boy” or  “Stud”?

But I eat one fucking monkey…

Drabble #2:

“You know who’s hot?” Emmett proclaimed, stopping suddenly in the middle of the forest.

“Emmett.” Edward said, “No.”

“Who?” asked Jasper, looking between the two.

“Angela.”

“Angela Weber?” Jasper asked.

Edward huffed with impatience. “Do we know another Angela?”

“Well, we knew that girl named Angie when we lived in Alaska. The one with the black hair?”

“Angela Weber has dark hair.” Emmett declared. “Anyway, I think she’s hot. Maybe it’s the glasses.”

“Yeah maybe,” Edward snorted and shot Jasper a look.

“Do you think Rose would wear glasses is I asked her to?”

The brothers exchanged another look. “Absolutely.”

Drabble #3:

 "Carlisle," Emmett murmured aloud one autumn morning, "Do you like Forks because it’s like England?"

 "Like England?"

"It's always raining."

"That's true."

"And what about tea? Do you miss high tea?"

"Admittedly, I have not missed tea." 

"What about ale?" Emmett pressed.

"Ale?" Carlisle smirked.

"Didn't you drink tea or ale?"

"We drank tea, by turns cider."

"Thought so."

"Oh?"

"Explains things."

"Tell me, what'd your family swig?"

"Whatever Uncle Ennis brewed in his tub."

"Oh—right."

"When you were British, did you hate Irish people?"

"…I'm not sure how to answer that."

"No, it's alright. It's like the tea."

Drabble #4:

For the first time in years, Emmett was speechless. His brother always spent the night at Bella’s, but when he returned today, something was very different.

Edward smelled like sex. 

And he was smiling.

Did he finally get laid?

Edward rolled his eyes—but didn’t deny it.

Emmett’s jaw dropped. “Whoa, really? Holy shit!” He tried to tackle Edward in a hug, but he dodged him easily.

“I did not have sex,” he protested.

Emmett teased, “You’re practically glowing.” 

But instead of glowering like usual, Emmett watched in shock as an embarrassed smile lit up Edward’s face.

“We’re just… practicing…”

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