DrabblerScrambler: A Bad Habit

A Bad Habit

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SebastienRobichard

unholy.obsession

Angstgoddess003

AngelEZrocks

Drabble #1:

She sticks out much like the faux crucifix that had been nestled amongst our supply of personal lubricant and condoms.

"It makes the costume," she says of the rosary. She then inspects my flimsy costume, expression shaded by the black fabric covering her head.

From a stack of distanced milk crates, our director motions for us to begin.

Ruby-sin lips curl and pucker. "Have you been a naughty boy, Edward?" A ruler smacks against her palm.

I nearly laugh. "Forgive me, sister Bella."

"I think you need forty lashes."

That's not in my contract.

I let her do it anyway.

Drabble #2:

"No one ever sends you Mother’s Day cards after you have a miscarriage.

But you’re still a Mother.

Aren’t you?

You produced life and carried a child, even if it was only for a few weeks or months.

What if you wanted the baby, loved the baby, named her and put her ultrasound picture on your baby daddy’s fridge?

What if you bought little pink booties, a pink onesie, and one of those Velcro clasped ribbons to stick on the fine baby hair of her head so everyone would know that she is a girl?

Shouldn’t you get a card?"

Drabble #3:

I had no business shaving my legs or reapplying lipstick in the middle of the night.

I’d been wearing pajamas, flannel ones, when Edward's text arrived at two-oh-one, exactly one minute after the bars closed.

Had no business hailing a cab as the Chicago winds whipped past, traveling to a man who inevitably tasted of cigars and Johnny Walker Blue.

But it only took one crooked smile, one path of green eyes along the curves of my body for me to melt into him, hearing the metallic flutter of wedding band against dresser piercing the darkness.

Least he still bothered.

Drabble #4:

"Bad habits?"

"Yes," said Alice. "When we took on this lifestyle, where we live in a community and interact with humans we all took on certain traits to seem more normal. Unfortunately, among the boys some of these became a tad habitual."

"Emmett?" Bella asked.

"Nose picker."

"Ew."

"I'm sure you noticed Jasper's," Alice said, "It's constant."

"No..."

Alice lowered her voice, "He touches it almost constantly. "Adjusting" apparently."

"Oh. Yeah I had noticed that."

Bella was almost afraid to ask. "Edward?"

"He's been a virgin for a hundred years, what do you think?"

"Really?"

"Really."

"Hmmm..."

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DrabblerScrambler: Pink

Pink

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Kassiah

Subtle Pen

MsKathy

Melissa228

Drabble #1:

As I slip the t-shirt onto my 4-year-old, I think of her: Renee. My mother. My best friend.

Grateful that she at least got to see my daughter born, I sigh deeply and finish putting my girl's hair in pigtails. The sparkles in the fake feather boa holders are framing her face as she beams back at me.

“Mommy,” she says. “Why we walkin'?”

Why?

A question I've asked myself a thousand times.

“We walk for Grammy, baby. She loved you so much. She'd be very proud of you today.”

I don my own pink ribbon t-shirt, and we walk.

Drabble #2:

Ironic that my mind should wander to the first time I’d peeked into a tiny window. Shaking, praying. Please. Not yet. Not me.

A decade of love and happiness and kisses and we’re ready. I find myself scared of windows for different reasons. Shaking, praying. Please? Not yet? Not me?

Years of specialists and predictor kits and procedures and waiting and, again, I was staring into yet another tiny window. Shaking, praying. Please. Now. For him.

Trembling hands clutch that piece of plastic—a lifeline. Minutes later, my tear-filled eyes snap up to his anxious gaze.

“Pink. It’s finally pink.

Drabble #3:

“You’ll fuck anything that doesn’t run away.”

I smiled, curious if the comment was driven by righteous indignation, or jealousy. “And?”

“You’re a fucking slut! Have you considered looking for more than just another piece of ass?”

I shrugged, getting a kick out of seeing him get himself all worked up.

“Asians, Latinas, barbies, book nerds, hell, I bet you’ve fucked an Eskimo.”

I had to laugh. I’d yet to bag an Eskimo. I wondered if his cousin from Alaska would count. What it all boiled down to, though, was one simple thing:

“It’s all pink on the inside, Edward.”

Drabble #4:

She was in a tight black dress, with sparkly things in her hair and bright pink shoes. She looked breathtaking.

Bella wrapped her warm hand around mine and smiled. A smile so trusting, it made my stomach churn, knowing what I was doing to her.

“Let’s go,” she said softly.

As we walked out to the Volvo, I noticed she smelled of perfume and cigarettes. Neither one of them belonged on my Bella. She never wore perfume. She hadn't smoked until recently. I hoped that, soon enough, the Bella I knew so well would come back to me. I hoped.

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DrabblerScrambler: Futility

Futility

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theladyingrey42

blondie AKA robin

gustariana

cdunbar

Drabble #1:

We offered them eternity and they accepted without knowing the weight it carried. Every single day of my forever felt like a slow death.

My eternity was torturous and futile. What else is left when all is lost?

The thread only I can see wove its way around the young lovers; strong and vibrant with the devotion they carried for each other.

Phantom pain seized my chest where my heart should be. The numbness grows again, and I am cocooned by it. It saves me from pain but renders me useless.

Didyme was my life and her death, was mine.

Drabble #2:

She lays beneath me, long hair and lips, her skin all rose and pale.

I tell myself that I can resist. That her scent, sensual and calling to me, is nothing. That her kiss is enough for me.

It's not.

My hands tremble as they find flesh stretched taut across her hip, warm and soft, and I am pressing too harshly.

But she never stops me.

Hearing her whisper for more, I breathe in deeply, searching for strength as my fingertips search for heat.

Until my name on parted lips is my undoing.

Until again, as always, I give in.

Drabble #3:

“Nope, not yet.” Bella pursed her lips, keeping her laugh inside.

“Too strong?” My tongue ached from trying so many times. Maybe more oil?

Bella swirled her finger around and brought it to her lips. “Mmmm, closer,” she said, her eyes closing seductively, “but not quite.”

Maybe if I spiced things up? Her mouth was hot on my finger this time.

The result? A disgusting gagging sound. “No, too much. Here, let me.”

Defeated, I let her take over. Adding tomatoes and basil, she stirred the pot.

“Perfect.”

“If you say so,” I choked. Skunk tasted better than spaghetti sauce.

Drabble #4:

I had known this day would come eventually. The constant presence of blood at school, in town, and now in my home. All because of her. She was my breaking point. I had known it before Edward forwent the rules. Maybe from that first day.

One little nick, one drop of blood, and everything I had been striving toward was gone.

Running from my family, from her, was the only thing I could do. I couldn't look at any of them.

Because I was never going to be what they wanted. I was never going to be good enough.

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Drabble Scrambler: A Rainy Day

Rainy Day

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BittenBee

nerac

EchoesOfTwilight

moon.witche

Drabble #1:

She was asleep, her dreams a kaleidoscope of bronze and gold and white, vibrant with the intensity of the glare he always leveled at her. So wrong, the way she had missed his hateful gaze, but it froze her in the place she knew she was meant to be.

Dawn was breaking through the window of her small room, the light not the golden sunshine of previous days, but the muted greys of clouds heavy with promise.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Raindrops soon followed, hitting the glass, and in her slumber she smiled. Sensing. Knowing.

She would see him again today.

Drabble #2:

Rain splashed loudly against the world, pooling near gutters and trickling between cracks like dark, oily ribbon. Water swirled with gasoline into shimmering rainbows on the pavement. She felt sick, suffocated. The disappointment and ache resonated deep within her as she staggered, the smacking droplets washing away her bitterness into chilly numbness.

He was engaged.

Edward’s hair was jet black and dripping. His clothes clung to him as rivulets poured down his frame, streaming along the folds in his jeans.

He gripped her fallen umbrella at his side and spoke over the thunderous pattering, shortening her reprieve. “Bella, I’m sorry.”

Drabble #3:

Sigh. "I miss the sun."

I laughed, tightening my arms around her. "So do I." Lowering my head, I stopped just an inch from her mouth, my gaze flickering between soft pink lips and lush, creamy brown eyes. "But you know what?" I whispered.

"What?" she asked, pushing herself closer, until the warmth of our lips - of our breaths mingling - blocked out the frigid air of the water that cascaded around us and I could think of nothing else but kissing her.

"You taste even better in the rain."

"Oh?"

"Yes," I answered, pressing my lips against hers.

Drabble #4:

Jessica opens the door to rain.

“Figures.”

She grabs her umbrella and begins the walk to school.

The harsh wind picks up.

“Fuck.”

The umbrella breaks.

She walks to school, soaked and miserable.

The first thing she sees is them. His arm is around her; she is tucked into his jacket, and he holds a perfect, pretty umbrella over the both of them.

Mike stands by the door and gestures at Jessica.

Jessica looks back at them. She throws her umbrella at the girl's back. Edward Cullen catches it.

“You’re not the only one who hates the rain, you know!”

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Drabble Timez: A Ruse

A Ruse

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Hmonster4

greeen goldfish

Pastiche Pen

stretch

Drabble #1:

"Bella!" Edward pulled out of their kiss with wide eyes.

"Yes?" Bella breathed, still panting.

"Do it again," he insisted.

"Do what exactly?" Bella was suspicious.

"I heard you!" Edward touched her face. “Your thoughts!”

Bella pushed herself off his lap. "You're lying."

"Yes! When we were making out, I heard you!"

"What'd you hear?"

"You were..." he trailed off, grinning wickedly.

She narrowed her eyes, before sliding her hand up his thigh. "What am I thinking now?"

"Uh... Edward is a dashing vampire?"

"You--" She grabbed a pillow. "--are such a LIAR."

Edward took the beating with a laugh.

Drabble #2:

I watch them across the cafeteria. Heads inclined towards each other. His eyes focused on her face, hers downcast, watching as he spins a bottle cap on the table.

Why her? She shows up and the world turns upside down. Everyone wants her.

What about me? What does she have that I don’t? Am I not pretty enough or funny enough? I was it last week, and now I don’t exist.

“Jess?” Angela’s quiet voice cuts through my jumbled thoughts. “You okay?”

I tear my gaze away and plaster a smile on my face. “Yeah, Ang. I’m great.”

Just great.

Drabble #3:

“I’m going to the store. Need anything?” he asked, keys in hand. She didn’t even look up from what she was reading when she responded.

“Tampons.”

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. He knew protesting any louder would just make matters worse. “What kind?” he asked, defeated.

“The usual.” She was being cruel.

“Alice, I don’t fucking know--”

“That’s something you should know by now, Jasper. It’s important. How committed to this relationship could you possibly be if you can’t be bothered to learn that?”

“Jesus, Alice--”

“I’m just messing with you, Jasper. All I need is q-tips.”

Drabble #4:

Leah considered her reflection in the mirror, then put down her lipstick with shaking fingers, and instead considered going back to bed.

“Leah!” Seth barked through the bathroom door. “What part of ‘we’re running late’ did you not understand?”

“I’ll be out in a minute!”

She tried to apply the lipstick again, then turned to face the purple dress draped over the curtain rod behind her, hanging like a noose.

It fit perfectly.

Leah considered her reflection in the mirror, done up and pristine. “I’m so happy for you,” she practiced saying. “For both of you.”

It almost sounded believable.

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DrabblerScrambler: Jessica

Jessica

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Gondolier

VivaViva

AccioBourbon

gangsterdorothy

Drabble #1:

Bella and I are, like, opposites.

She hates attention. I work hard for every bit I can grab.

She wears silence like a favorite hoodie. Quiet scares the crap out of me, so I’m a compulsive talker.

To Mike, Bella is this shiny new toy. I’m last year’s birthday present, the one that’s fallen to the bottom of the toy box.

But he asks me to the prom and I’m on his arm and my boobs look fantastic.

And then Bella hobbles in wearing one chuck and Edward Freaking Cullen.

Where’s that bucket of pig’s blood when I need it?

Drabble #2:

Chest? Forty inches. Waist? Thirty-two. Inseam… forever!

Six feet of dreamy, creamy Cullen. Four-button tux for his torso. Lanky, but god, gorgeous in a vest to match my dress. Gold eyes— gold jewelry. It’s fate.

He’d shell out for orchids. Sturdy ones that wouldn’t crush when he... you know. But do I have the guts? I could, for him, perfect in my prom pictures...

Except when he glares across the cafeteria. Crap! Look away.

Ooh, hello.

“‘Sup Jessica.”

“‘Sup Mike.”

Cue smile.

.

.

.

Cute dimples. Wonder if he’s… you know. Got a tux.

Chest? Forty inches. Waist? Thirty-two…

Drabble #3:

I’m supposed to be that girl. That girl who talks like she’s swallowing a mouthful of marbles. That girl who recklessly spews the word “like” during any awkward pause, transition, or just for the hell of it. That girl who everyone fantasizes about—sometimes as a porn star, sometimes as the victim of a Tanya-Harding-like crime. That girl who snaps bright pink bubble gum in the faces of her nemeses, silently threatening to smoosh the glob in their hair.

But what if I didn’t want to be that girl?

“Jess, did you see the new Cosmo Girl?”

Oh. My. God.

Drabble #4:

I'm a strong confident girl.

Working at Gas 'n' Go sucks, but at least I can work on my mantra. Yay for multi-tasking!

I look up and see Mike in front of me.

Oh God, Mike. Oh crap! I fix my hair. Stay down, frizzies! Stupid gross work shirt!

"Hello," smiling nice and big for him.

"Hey, Jess." He hands me a five.

I bag his purchases.

"Bye."

"Bye." He stops. "Oh Jess?"

"Yes."

"You have something in your teeth." He walks away.

I what?! I pick out a piece of broccoli from my front teeth.

My life is destroyed!

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DrabblerScrambler: A Lemon

A Lemon

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AngstGoddess003

JFly/Thallium81

LaViePastiche

ElleCC

Drabble #1:

As soon as I enter the house, it hits me like a tidal wave – a combination of sweet musk and delicious pleasure tinged with anticipation.

I close my eyes and let it wash over me as she softly cries, “Mmm, Edward, yesss!”

There’s a muffled, masculine groan and then another swell drags me under. They deserve privacy, but I need her release.

I barely register my hand rubbing roughly over denim before it slips under my waistband.

Her whimpers soon reach a quiet crescendo and when the final wave – pleasure fulfilled – crashes into me, we both gasp, then sigh gratefully.

Drabble #2:

"This isn't—ARGH!"

"Sorry." She winced.

Stilling, Edward's exhale was loud. "This isn't working."

"Maybe... if you went faster...?" Bella looked to the book, which was barely within viewing distance.

Edward snapped, "I can't go any faster!" She bit her lip while he resumed his movement, eyes focused, shoulders stiff.

"Just... OH! Yeah, okay." She nodded. This was good.

"You think?" He breathed, hopeful.

She assured. "It totally works."

They assessed their curly creation by comparing it to the photo in the nearby book, The Art of Citrus Garnishing.

Edward declared with a proud nod, "That's one fancy fucking lemon."

Drabble #3:

There’s poetry to the fact that everything started in Biology class. Her body’s scent precipitated the events.

My nostrils flared; mouth watered. I jumped (too quick for anyone’s eye), hit Mike (complete accident), and she fainted over the blood (total luck!).

I lifted her without inhaling, under pretense of assistance.

Outside she roused—and so did I. The heat from her small body scalded my indelible flesh. We both inhaled, and she foolishly advanced. Anticipating the feast, I swallowed.

But then… she licked me.

Her pulse spurred me to the shadows where I went from wet lips to wet fingertips.

Drabble #4:

I am on her, over her, in her, and then she arches and I'm on my back.

My fingers tangle in her hair as she shudders above me. I give one good pull and she's against the wall.

It is a constant struggle for control with us.

It is never sweet, as it should be with lovers, but bitter. It oozes jealousy, weaves together lust and anger, wraps me in a perception of power – hers and mine.

She moans querido even as her mouth on my neck adds to my scars. I spin her, bend her, and add to hers.

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DrabblerScrambler: Emmett

Emmett

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ezrocksangel

pastiche pen

in.a.blue.bathrobe

americnxidiot

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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DrabblerScrambler: Death

A Death

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SorceressCirce

legna989

Rosette-Cullen

Oxymoronic8

Drabble #1:

Her Revelation comes at a pricey exchange. In order to obtain Revelation one must go through waves of emotions, tolerate pain, and find out horrifying details toward themselves.

When one wakes up they find that nothing is the same. One must look around, take in deep, gasping breaths and cry out in agony at what others will think. Thoughts rush with such speed and force that the eyes go blind and the limbs tingle with numbness. There’s often the prick of a needle and screaming.

Death, I imagine, is like a tropical void. All your happiest moments float and wave bye.

Drabble #2:

I hear him coming closer. His thoughts reach me long before the crunching of his footsteps, and I greedily pull her warm body to mine. The viscous liquid pours down my throat, the sweetest nectar soothing the burn a century in the making.

Edward, what have you done?

His tone is sad, both in thought and voice. “Who was she?” he murmurs aloud.

I see my reflection in my father’s mind – scarlet eyes, vicious snarl. I wipe away the single crimson drop threatening my chin and stand up straight.

I let her limp body fall to the ground.

“Isabella Swan.”

Drabble #3:

Her eyes, which only an hour earlier he’d found so piercing, were unfocused and glazed, looking right through him. They rolled back and closed as she struggled for breath.

These last moments were the ones he craved.

Her body, despite its feminine strength, was losing its battle against him. He smiled, knowing it wouldn’t be long now.

She gasped, fighting it, as his hold tightened. He could feel her pulse both race and falter with a final surge of adrenaline.

She bowed against him, trembling desperately, until she was finally still.

“Thank you,” she breathed, smiling dreamily.

La petite mort.

Drabble #4:

The end wasn't the best part. He got off on the moment just before, seconds before their deaths became inevitable, when fate had one final chance to fuck him.

James loved cheating fate.

When fate finally avenged, he refused to scream. Torn limb from limb and tossed, piecemeal, into the fire, James never begged. He wasn't looking for escape. He'd always expected this day; centuries of carnage meant nothing without challenge, without sacrifice.

James embraced death. He only wished the vampire who bested him had done so out of a thirst for victory instead of a misguided Mary Sue fetish.

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Drabble Timez: Resolution

A Resolution

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jandco

profmom72

withtheflounceofcourse

staceygirl/jackbauer

Drabble #1:

I had exactly one Christmas wish, and it was to fuck Bella Swan.

Damn Emmett and last-minute ski trips.

“Bitch,” I says to Jasper one fine snowy day. “I’mma hit that shit like the fist of an angry God.”

“Whatever, bitch,” he said back to me. “She hates your guts.”

“Yeah, but she might love the other parts,” I mumbled, walking up the hallway to her dorm. “Stay away. At midnight, she’s mine.”

Her lips were all I could think of anymore. What better way to ring in the New Year than a sweet kiss from that piece of ass?

Drabble #2:

This will be my last one because she is alone. Had she a friend, then I’d have two more.

As it is, there is just one.

Pornographers burn in hell. I imagine they blister and shriek for eternity. I break her neck and bite as soon as the pulse is dead, so she won’t go right from one hell to the next. I can’t feel guilt when she tastes so good, but I’ll pay for this later, when I finally return to Carlisle.

One minute until the new year and the corpse hits the street.

I’ll never do it again.

Drabble #3:

Last day of the year. Last fucking chance.

I blow out a shaky breath through puckered lips. I can do this. I spent 364 days preparing. I’m ready. I grab a rag and walk toward the dirty table next to where he sat, glued to his laptop screen, just like he did every day.

A simple thing. Resolution #4: Start a conversation with green eyed guy that doesn’t involve the words grande or nonfat.

I stand next to him. Wipe the table. Steal a glance. Face him. Wipe more. Berate my stupidity. Turn around and walk away.

Maybe next year.

Drabble #4:

Diary of Jasper Whitlock 12/31/08

This Year's Resolutions:

1. Get a new hairstyle. Ronald McDonald was so last year.

2. Try harder not to eat my brother's girlfriend. Everyone says I've got no self control. Edward can't stay away from the human, watches her sleep, and insists she get married at 18, but I'm the one with the problem?

3. Stop making Emmett horny during calculus. As entertaining as it is to see him squirm, there are some things those children didn’t need to see.

4. No more letting Alice dress me. I'm 165 years old. I can dress myself.

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Guess That Drabbler: 4 Authors, 100 Words, 1 Theme, & 1 Guess.

Holidays

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ninapolitan

ahizelm

Limona

SweetDulcinea

Drabble #1:

The Christmas tree twinkled with tiny white lights. Crouched beneath it, Renesmee distributed the gifts with deft tosses—except Emmett’s.

His hit the wall with a smash.

“Sorry, Uncle Emmett. You said nothing gets by you…”

Bella giggled. Carlisle guffawed. Everyone was laughing except Emmett, who prodded his wrecked gift with a finger that came back black.

“Coal!?”

“Guess you weren’t a good boy,” Rosalie murmured.

Alice retrieved a box and handed it to Emmett. “Don’t worry. This is the real one.”

I pulled Bella closer and smiled at Renesmee. I needed no box. My gifts were already beyond measure.

Drabble #2:

“Look, mistletoe!” She danced happily beneath the tiny branch of white berries. It swayed in the breeze as it hung from the red velvet ribbon. Her delicate fingers tugged the sleeve of his tailored dress shirt, bringing him to stand beside her.

She looked up at him with ingenuous love, “Kiss me!” Her zeal contagious, as the snow swirled around covering the angel impressions in the alabaster powder.

“Anything for you my sweet,” he smiled. Brushing the wisps of hair from her face, he raspberried her cheek educing a cacophony of giggles.

“Merry Christmas Grandpa Carlisle.”

“Merry Christmas, my Nessie.”

Drabble #3:

He stands in the doorway, anxiety dripping from his fingertips. He tugs at his sweater and looks around, running a hand through his hair.

The tree is overdecorated as always. Stockings hang on the wall nearby – green, gold and red – and gifts wrapped in bright paper are piled beneath it. There is another box – a smaller one – in his pocket.

The ring is simple, white gold, and will be hers.

He taps his foot to the rhythm of a holiday tune and feels her fingertips on his elbow.

"Hey, Bella," he whispers, and his eyes flit upward, toward the mistletoe.

Drabble #4:

She types as I try not to stare at her tight sweater.

“What’s your favorite holiday, Peter?”

Personal information, that’s good. Maybe, I have a chance after all. What will impress her?

Valentine’s Day? She’ll know that’s a lie.

Thanksgiving? Too sentimental?

St. Patrick’s Day? Nah, drinking holiday.

“Christmas. I’m a giver.” Maybe a little too suggestive… “What’s yours?”

“Eh, don’t have one. I just needed to make you a password reminder.”

Fuck. Try again…

“Wanna take a break?”

“Nah, I want finish this assignment,” she says. “I have a date with Jasper later tonight. You’re friends, right?”

Double fuck.

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