#Emmett McCarty Cullen

[aromanticduck]

I bet Emmett Cullen would love the movie Cocaine Bear.

[trixter-god]

The Cullen’s and Bella’s book heights for whatever reason

Bella is 5’4

Edward is 6’2

Alice is 4’10

Jasper is 6’3

Rosalie is 5’7

Emmett is 6’5

Carlisle is also 6’2

Esme is 5’6



[kassies-take]

Only For A Season Pt.1

Summary: Lauren Vera McCarthy is one of Emmett Cullen’s (McCarthy) descendants. She is tracked down by Rosalie. When Emmett and Rosalie learn she is in a foster home they adopt her.

A/n: FORMATTING MAY VARY

Warnings: Mentions of Death, abandonment

Emmett Cullen x Rosalie Hale, eventual!Angela Weber x read

Word Count: 1864

Part 1 || next>

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Rosalie occasionally visits Carlisle at the hospital. She would watch as the babies came and go, except a little girl tucked in the top right corner.

The baby girl had dark brunette curls and a cute button nose. Her eyes honed in on the name card above her head. “Lauren McCarthy”.

“You’re here quite often, darling.” A nurse says to Rosalie.

“My brother works here, but I’m just here to watch the babies. There’s something about them that’s so calming.” Rosalie smiles, a hypnotic beauty. “I can’t help but notice that little one has been here longer.”

“Lauren, poor girl, her mom died in child birth. She was estranged from family so her relatives don’t want anything to do with the baby. In a few days if no one comes to get her she’ll have to be put into the system.”

“Should you be telling a stranger that?” Rosalie smirks.

“Oh shoot. Let’s forget this conversation ever happened.”

“Let’s.” The blind vampire was glad her persuasion ability worked. Her smile grew even bigger from the attention she gained.

The nurse is put into a hypnotic trance before she blinks and walks away. Contrary to popular belief, Rosalie did have a gift. A gift of minor mind control, emphasis on the minor part. Emmett called it: “Kiss Control”, those who were attracted/wanted to kiss her would do anything she said without question.

~~~~~

Rosalie drags Emmett through the hospital.

“Hun, I love you but being here isn’t good for me.” Emmett says holding his breath.

“Look.” Rosalie points to the baby.

“They’re all cute babies, babe. But they have families.”

“Except one. Look in the far corner.” Rosalie points.

Emmett lets in an accidental breath but he is fine. Somehow this little girl’s scent drowns him in a dull state.

“McCarthy?”

Rosalie pulls out a paper. “I did some digging into Lauren’s mother. Her mom’s name is Grace McCarthy. She the first girl born from Elenor McCarthy’s linage.

Emmett opens the paper and confirms his family tree. He finds the name Grace McCarthy and follows the line up to his only sister, Elenor. His sister was this little girl’s great great grandmother, making him a great great grand uncle.

“Are we adopting her?” Emmett doesn’t look away from the paper.

“I would like to.”

~~~~~

Alice and Jasper got their friend Jenkins to create a false document to prove that Emmett was Lauren’s uncle. I mean he was but people would get suspicious if a 75 year old man looked 20.

From there California law may grant legal guardianship. Rosalie and Emmett had to wait a week before they were approved.

They weren’t worried about being approved or not since they had Alice. They did worry about having enough of everything.

Edward, annoyingly, kept insisting that adopting a human even if she was a descendent was a bad idea. Rosalie countered by saying her and Emmett will live separately from the Cullen’s for a while.

~~~~~

Half of Emmett’s face is in view. He’s sitting in the driver seat, the view outside is a hospital parking lot.

The corner time stamp reads

OCT 24 1990

9:53AM

“Is this on? I think this is on. It’s on, babe. Action!”

The view spins around to show Rosalie in the passenger seat and she laughs.

“Hi Lauren. I’m Rosalie, I’m so excited to be your mom. To see you grow and accomplish anything you put your mind to.” Rosalie reaches for the camera, takes it and turns it around on Emmett.

“What do I say!” Emmett panics.

“Anything you want.”

“Hi Lauren… Little Ren. ” He does a small wave. “I’m going to be your dad. Your mom, she’s an angel she saved me from dying from a bear and when I saw you for the first time, I just knew if we were ever under attack I would use your mommy as a human shield to protect you.” Emmett smiles a goofy smile.

“Emmett!”

“What! It’s true! You could handle a bear babe.”

~~~~~

The camera follows Rosalie down a hallway.

The corner time stamp reads

OCT 24 1990

10:08AM

“We’re waiting for child services to approve of us as your parents. We aren’t worried though, your aunt Alice already knows you’ll be with us.” Emmett’s voice can be heard.

They reach the newborn nursery where nurses help Rosalie and Emmett into pink PPEs and gloves.

Rosalie and Emmett walk towards a cradle. The baby is out of its swaddle. The pink beanie and a binkie sit at the corner and her cute little tummy is showing.

Soft coos come from Rosalie.

“Here you are Ren.” Emmett whispers.

A nurse comes over and tells the new parents about the fever Lauren had last night. “We dressed her in less layers. But you can still hold her if you’d like.”

The smile never leaves from Rosalie’s face as she picks up Lauren.

“Hello.” She whispers and rocks her. “You’re perfect.”

Lauren snuggles into Rosalie’s arms. The vampire’s eyes glistening with venom tears.

The nurse smiles at the family, knowing baby Lauren will be in perfect hands. The camcorder is taken away from Emmett, he doesn’t even notice. The camera is placed on top of one of the machines. Emmett smiles adoringly at his two girls. Tickling Lauren’s small feet.

“Do you want to hold her?” Rosalie turns to Emmett.

Emmett’s face changes into fear. He’s scared of accidentally crushing her.

“You’ll be okay.”

He too is a natural when holding a baby, to think the last time he held one was his own sister. Lauren’s eyes open at the change of hands. Emmett is transported back to 70 years ago.

“You have my sister’s eyes.” Emmett whispers.

~~~~~

The camera moves through the house and up the stairs. The frame bounces as if the person holding it is skipping.

The corner time stamp reads

OCT 27 1990

1:27PM

The door springs open to reveal Rosalie and Emmett relaxing in bed.

“Alice what if we were naked.” Rosalie scolds.

“You weren’t, I’ve already seen what happens.” The voice is giddy. “You would want this on camera.”

As if on cue Rosalie’s pager rang. She grabbed it and dialed the number on the rotary phone on the nightstand.

“Hello.”

…

“Yes this is her speaking.”

Rosalie’s face lights up. “We can be on our way now.” Rosalie’s free hand goes to tap Emmett.

In their haste to grab the car seat, a diaper bag, and their daughter they forgot the camcorder.

The camera turns around to show a pixie haired girl with a smile on her face.

“Hi Lauren. I’m your aunt Alice. Your parents are on the way to pick you up. It’s going to be an exciting day! I already have cute dresses designed and made for you and of course we can’t forget the baby welcoming party! I’m happy that you’re going to be happy with us!”

Alice walks down the stairs where Jasper is reading a history novel.

“Jazz, anything to say to the baby?”

“Uh Hi baby. I’m your uncle Jasper. We haven’t met yet and I would like to formally apologize if I may seem distant in the future. I know you already make Rosalie very happy from how her emotions bounces off her. Welcome to the family.”

Alice then walks into the kitchen to Esme.

“Lauren! I’m your grandma. We’re very excited to have you in the family. I know you are a gift to Rosalie and Emmett and they are blessings to you.”

Carlisle then enters the frame.

“I’m Carlisle, your grandfather. But please don’t called me grandpa, I’d like “pops” makes me sound less of a 350 year old man. We’re happy that you’re allowed to join our family, and we’ll protect you no matter the danger…”

“Even though we are the danger,” a voice comes from offscreen.

The camera turns to Edward.

“Edward, we’ve been over this. We all nearly perfected our control.” Carlisle sighs.

“Babies, toddlers, kids they get hurt. And when that hurt becomes bloody, we would possibly make an immortal child.”

“We know the risks and the consequences. Rosalie deserves to be happy too, and if they need to part from us for a little while we will let them.” Carlisle explains.

Edward then huffs and leaves.

“That’s your uncle Edward.” Alice whispers.

~~~~~

Emmett and Rosalie enter through the main door, Emmett holds the car seat as baby Lauren is wrapped in a blanket and asleep.

The corner time stamp reads

OCT 27 1990

2:10PM

A chorus of coos, awes and welcome home can be heard from the coven.

“Everybody, this is Lauren Vera McCarthy.” Emmett introduces.

“We’re going to let her nap before we officially let her meet you guys.” Rosalie says.

Alice places the camera on Lauren’s leg as Emmett shows the sleeping baby around the house. When he gets to the nursery, Rosalie unbuckles the car seat and places her daughter in the crib.

Emmett then describes every finite detail of the room. To the wall painting, the decorations, the baby supplies, he could not stop bragging about how he, Jasper and Carlisle built the crib.

~~~~~

Rosalie carries a now awake baby down the stairs.

The corner time stamp reads

OCT 27 1990

6:14PM

“Lauren this is the Cullens. Your new family.” Rosalie introduces. “This is grandpa and grandma, Carlisle and Esme.”

The camera pans to a disgusted look on Edward.

“That’s Edward.” Rosalie says quickly.

The camera pans to Alice and Jasper.

“And they are your godmother and godfather.” Rosalie whispers.

Alice chips in joy as Jasper glares at Rosalie. Alice skips over to Rosalie and holds Lauren in her arms. She inhaled the baby smell before turning to Jasper.

Jasper stiffens, cuts off his breathing and steps back.

“You won’t hurt the baby Jasper,” Rosalie starts.

“I wouldn’t want to chance it.” Jasper says warily.

“You’re won’t do anything Jazz. Here. Hold the baby!” Alice gently hands the baby over.

“Actually get a good whiff,” Emmett notes. “You’ll be surprised.”

“Babies have a new baby smell. They smell good.” Esme smiles.

Edward immediately stands and is ready to fight Jasper if needed.

Jasper hesitantly takes a sniff. He appears confused, “New born baby, yes. But also nothing at all. It’s a faint mask of our scents in there too. Rosalie and Emmett?” He questioned.

“It must be a defense mechanism?” Carlisle questioned. “Her mom, Grace, didn’t know she was even pregnant when she was rushed into labor.”

“It also took a few days to notice her in the nursery.” Rosalie notes.

“Something must of happened while Grace was pregnant that her body would protect Lauren like that.” Jasper concludes.

“We should still be cautious if she ever bleeds.” Edward says looking over Jasper’s shoulder.

“She’ll have to do a heel prick soon to run some tests to check on health conditions that may not be immediately apparent after birth. Anything genetic, metabolic, blood, or hormone-related. We can test then. Bring a vial home while Rosalie and Emmett are out in the city. See how we react to it.” Carlisle explains scientifically. “Come up with plans for when she injures herself or has nose bleeds.”

~~~~~

Rosalie held Lauren during the heel prick. Her little feet is red and bruised after the test, but Rosalie’s ice cold hand soothes her daughter.

Emmett and Rosalie didn’t have a reaction to the blood sampling. The bloody iron scent was dull and fastly fading as the moment went on.

They still kept a plan at the house and everyone was fine. Preventions were still kept in place.

[shelbgrey]

Emmett McCarthy Cullen aesthetic

[musingsanddrabbles]

@dreamingofimpalas asked:

Can you write out a small scene between Emmett and Esme, when Emmett first joined the family? I think it would have been really sweet to see, especially because they're both such family-oriented people. I could imagine Emmett being so nervous at first and Esme just guiding him along through the process.

Word count: 1,305 | Characters: Esme, Emmett, Rosalie, Edward. | no content warnings.

It's been six months since the addition of Emmett to their coven. Esme remembers the day Rosalie came home carrying a fatally wounded Emmett as if it was yesterday; she's still immensely impressed with Rosalie's self control. Esme couldn't have done the same, she simply didn't have the restraint. It still stuns her to know that Carlisle managed to restrain himself from simply draining her dry when transforming her. The self control of them both was beyond admirable.

Between now and Emmett's addition, Rosalie confided in Esme why she brought Emmett home. Rosalie's honesty admittedly took Esme by surprise, but amongst Rosalie's admission, Esme could make her own. Esme didn't remember much of her son. What she could remember was the mop of dark hair and a flash of blue she could only think were his eyes. Emmett reminded Rosalie of Henry in the same way he reminded Esme of her own son. They both let grief-stricken laughter bubble from lips with their confessions, relieved the other one understood.

Ever since that hushed conversation while the men had taken themselves hunting, Esme has gleefully watched the blossoming relationship develop between Rosalie and their newest coven member.

Emmett's feelings have been evident since eyelids revealed the blood-red of newborn eyes. Despite impassioned pleas from Rosalie as she cradled a wounded Emmett, Rosalie has since been tentative of Emmett. There's no denying how Emmett has brought life to Rosalie once more; her laughter often fills otherwise comfortable silence and her face is usually adorned with a smile which never fails to reach her eyes. Rosalie struggles with proximity, golden eyes flicker to find Esme whenever she finds herself and Emmett alone in the same room as one another. Rosalie never had to ask— Esme understands in a way neither Carlisle or Edward (regardless of ability) could possibly begin to.

It's raining when Emmett joins her in the kitchen. Usually she can be found experimenting with recipes no-one can eat, or, like today, simply painting. She has the backdoor open, her easel with its back against the open door and just to the side, herself perched on a dining table chair. Esme owns multiple aprons; they are either adorned by cooking stains or paint stains, but Carlisle is always there with a new one, his mouth set in a smirk which she is only privy too.

Despite Emmett's size, Esme didn't hear him slip into the room. It's only when she glances up at her view and is met with his large figure, muscular arms crossed over his broad chest, that she realises he's even there. Her startle moves her paintbrush abruptly against canvas, an out-of-place brushstroke staining the otherwise grey of rainclouds. There is an immediate sigh, one that causes Esme to discard her palette and place her paintbrush into the glass of water she has faithfully placed next to her. Emmett's expression changes from his usual smile to that of which Esme can only describe as a boy knowing he's about to be admonished. An immediate grin captures Esme's lips and before he can even begin to apologise, she's put a hand up between them to silence him.

"It's fine... I suppose you're looking for Rosalie?"

And again, his expression changes from guilt to bashful and Esme grins wider.

"Unfortunately for you, she's gone hunting... with Edward of all people, and no, I don't understand either. Hold tight, son, she'll be back before you know it."

This time, Esme is rewarded with Emmett's own grin as he grabs a chair to sit at the table. There is the unmistakeable sound of splintering wood between Emmett's fingers, their eyes meeting with the realisation he's broken a chair, but Esme's quick to reassure, "please do me a favour and help yourself to the rest. I've never liked these chairs. Apparently Carlisle got them for a steal... I can see why."

Assured he's pardoned for his second mistake in less than five minutes, Emmett finally settles. His arms rest across the top of the backrest as he straddles the seat of his chair. For a moment he observes Esme's unfinished painting before rewarding her his attention once more.

"About Rosalie," he begins, gingerly rubbing the back of his neck as he speaks. "Uh, well... uh..."

Esme crosses a leg over the other, amusement playing on her features as she leans back against her chair. She's patient, she can wait for the end of his sentence, but that doesn't mean she can stop an eyebrow from arching in anticipation.

"... Well, uh... you seem close to her, is what I'm trying to say..."

"And?"

"And," he coughs, a fist coming to tap against the palm of his left hand, "I was wondering if she's mentioned me at all?"

Not the question she expects him to ask, but progress nonetheless. Esme tilts her head, her cheeks aching with her grin. "Hmm, well... she's mentioned that you ripped her coat the other day. Apparently it was designer..."

Emmett swallows, his eyes falling to concentrate on rhythmic punching. "Uh, yeah... Carlisle says he can purchase a new one, current season and all," he explains in a flurry, his words contending with each other to get out.

"But—" Emmett's head raises with unmistakeable curiosity. "She's also told me how much she enjoys spending time with you."

"Even with ripped coats?"

"Even with ripped coats, Emmett."

The man finds his grin once more, his hands settling with Esme's confession. That isn't what he came to ask, of course, but it was a good start. Something tells him Esme is half expecting his next question, but it doesn't make it easier to get out. "So... knowing that... I was wondering if you could, uh, maybe tell me what she enjoys?"

There it is.

"If she hasn't mentioned it by now, may I suggest you offer to dismantle a car?" she replies, lazily wiping paint-stained hands against her apron. "And I don't mean by brute force, Emmett. Surely a man such as yourself knows his way around a toolkit? I can say she definitely does."

"Do you really lack that much faith in me?" he retorts, coaxing a laugh from Esme.

"She's also rather fond of perfume," she continues, watching the cogs turn in Emmett's head with every drip of information she feeds him. "Her favourite at the moment is Twenty Carats by Dana. Don't worry, I'll make sure to buy some for you. She doesn't have to know I told you."

Emmett exhales as if blowing through a straw, his fingers curling and uncurling against the palms of his hands. If it wasn't already obvious how he feels, he's sure it is now.

"Anything else?" Esme adds, watching the man piece together various plans in his mind.

Emmett shakes his head, standing as suddenly as he appeared and, in his enthusiasm, completely severs the backrest from the seat. He slowly pushes the now detached backrest towards Esme, her fingers coming grab it with an exasperated sigh, but fondness demonstrated in both her eyes and smile.

"Now, if you'd excuse me, I've got wood to repurpose and you've got a toolkit to find... I think the garage is your best bet."

He offers Esme a faux salute, his excitement palpable amongst the two of them. "Yes, ma'am."

And with that he's gone again like an unseasonal hurricane whirling through the house. Hopefully, the chair is all she has to fix... Esme doesn't even spare a thought for the garage.

When she finally settles once more, paintbrush between fingers, Esme glances up to catch familiar figures approaching the house. Edward's gaze catches that of Esme's and he lopsidedly grins. Rosalie doesn't look particularly happy at Edward's side, but Esme's sure it's nothing a little engine oil won't solve. The plan's in place, now Emmett just has to ask.

[jessicanjpa]

earth angel

On the night before Bella starts at Forks High, Rosalie joins Emmett and Edward for a midnight hunt in the Olympics. An excerpt from this 2003 chapter, Edward POV.

Wait up,” Rosalie called out behind us. A moment later, a red sequined blur caught up to Emmett and tackled him with a violent kiss.

“You’re an icon of forward fashion, Rose,” I said, gesturing toward her slinky cocktail dress and the dirty, beat-up sneakers she used for hunting. She shoved me good-naturedly and we picked up to her top speed to run in silence up into the mountains.

Rosalie and I were enjoying a much-needed reprieve when it came to our… sibling rivalry, as Carlisle and Esme called it. To all appearances, we argued and traded insults just as much as before, but the tenor of our bickering was gentler these days. It might have something to do with the fact that I had managed to score a near-impossible-to-find part for the Phantom just in time for a recent car show. Or it might be because something about coming back to the Pacific Northwest had made Rosalie uncharacteristically happy in general, but whatever the cause, it was a relief. I didn’t think I could handle our usual antagonism right now.

“Can’t blame Jasper for putting it off,” Emmett grumbled. “The hunting here sucks.”

“He should have come anyway,” Rosalie said, lowering herself carefully—she didn’t really want to ruin the dress, at least not yet—to check out whatever scent she had picked up on a young pine. “I don’t want to move. Besides, we have plenty of hunting options within a few hours’ drive.” She leaned in for a closer sniff. Weasel. Ugh.

Emmett let out a long sigh, thinking about grizzlies and how long it might be before they’d be waking up for the year. “Remember how good the hunting was here on the peninsula last time?”

“Those were the days,” I agreed sullenly, tramping along behind him.

The worst thing about hunting in the Olympics these days was that there was the occasional mountain lion, but we weren’t allowed to touch them. The population was too uncertain. Long gone were the days of Roosevelt’s elk hunting moratorium and the robust population of apex predators it had produced. And now there were reports that the peninsula was becoming more of an island. The rising water made it virtually impossible for mountain lions to cross back and forth between here and the mainland. The population was becoming less genetically diverse, and the unnatural boundary in their hunting ranges might already be creating an artificial limit in population.

We picked through the forest for a couple of hours, slowly winding our way into higher altitudes. I was hoping for a bobcat or two, Rosalie wanted a coyote, and Emmett had this fool idea that he was going to find a black bear that had woken up early.

“You never know,” he insisted. His theatrical snarl looked comically eerie in the moonlight.

“Only Emmett,” I said, rolling my eyes and listening for Rosalie’s accompanying tease. But she had gone quiet. When we tried to ask her what was up, she held up her hand for silence. A moment later, she was rewarded with a distant howl.

“Coyote,” she announced. “Mine,” she added in a rush, cutting off Emmett’s hopes of a scrap.

“If there’s a second one, then we fight,” he said. Rosalie agreed graciously. “You in?” Emmett asked me.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” I scoffed. Wrestling with Rosalie and Emmett was not my idea of a good time. Rosalie had a tendency to claw at my eyes if I hurt Emmett in the slightest, and you never knew when the whole thing was going to slip into an X-rated playfight anyway. No thanks.

Emmett and I weren’t having any luck on the bobcat or black bear fronts, so we tagged along as Rosalie stalked her prey. She’d never chosen a favorite like the rest of us; it had taken her a long time to even be able to talk about hunting without a tone of self-conscious disgust. She’d come a long way in accepting that drinking blood was a necessary part of life, even if she still treated it like a necessary ablution. Still, she had her cravings now and then like any other vampire. I was glad she’d found what she wanted tonight. It was always a marvel to see her drop that obsessively practiced human façade and scrounge in the dirt like the rest of us.

“Oh, there’s definitely two,” Emmett growled happily as we got closer. Rosalie shushed him. The first coyote was just up ahead on the next hillside, stalking a midnight snack of its own. Rosalie dropped down onto all fours so she could stay hidden as long as possible.

She had braided her hair when we started, but between the run and our meandering trek through the underbrush, it had mostly come undone in a wild mess. All her focus was on the coyote now; she didn’t even notice the new tear down the left side of her dress or the quiet plink of the sequins she was shedding along the way. She crept forward with wide eyes and a rumbling growl building up in her chest. When the coyote froze and glanced back our way, she paused and held her position for a good two minutes without breathing.

Earth angel, earth angel, Emmett sang to himself as he watched her.

The coyote finally relaxed and got back to its meal. Rosalie inched forward again and again until she was only ten feet away. She wasn’t one for wrestling her prey—she didn’t see the point—but she liked to indulge in a good chase now and then. Especially if Emmett was watching.

All at once she leapt forward, giving herself over to the hunt completely with a deep, guttural cry of anticipation. The coyote scrambled in the moldy leaves for half a second, unsure whether or not to grab its meal first, then bolted. Rosalie streaked after it and Emmett streaked after her.

I left them to it.

[theyareweird]

Twilight: Emmett Cullen —Aesthetic (Requested)

Emmett McCarty's Character & Personality

Emmett is a twenty-year-old-looking vampire who was turned in 1935. He's a member of the Olympic coven as Rosalie's husband. Emmett is also the adoptive son of Carlisle and Esme Cullen. He's naturally a cheerful and childish guy. Emmett loves to laugh and make jokes. He'll try to lighten up tense situations with his humor. Unlike some of his family members, Emmett never hesitates to speak his mind. He's thoughtless, impatient, reckless, makes rash decisions and allows his instincts to take over. However, Emmett is optimistic and never worries about things beyond his control. He also has a competitive nature. Emmett likes to play sports and games, especially anything involving a physical challenge. Beyond this, he doesn't hesitate at the possibility of killing another vampire to ensure a human's safety. Despite his tendency to fight, Emmett would sometimes willingly miss out on such opportunities to protect those he loves. This proves he's smarter than he seems. Emmett is one of the youngest vampires in the Cullen family, which is why the scent of human blood is sometimes harder for him to resist. But he does well when things get out of hand. Although he's the most intimidating Cullen, Emmett is quite loving and caring towards his family.

Requested: @nunezs-stuff

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Moodboard of Emmett as a human with his brothers.

Requested by: anon.

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@that70sshowgoldencouple​ / nannygirl has written a lot of excellent fanfics depicting Red and Jackie’s father-daughter dynamic (often with a J/H bent). I thought you might like the following stories of hers.

1. Happy Father's Day, Mr Forman 

Summary: Unable to spend Father's Day with her own father, Jackie gives a little gift to the other father figure in her life.

Rated: K+

2. Special Delivery

Summary: Jackie goes into labor, but there's a problem: Hyde's out of town. Who will Jackie call on to help her? Mr. Red Forman, of course! Will Hyde make it back on time, or will it be up Red to accompany Jackie in the delivery room?

Rated: K

3. My True Love Gave to Me

Summary: When Jackie discovers that Red has been giving Kitty the same Christmas gift for years, she decides to help him find a different and better gift. Meanwhile, Hyde is having his own trouble figuring out what kind of Christmas gift he should get for Jackie.

Rated: K+

4. I Love You Too, Mr Forman 

Summary: After her phone call to Eric, Jackie realizes there's someone else she has to talk to. Someone she loves and respects. Someone who's played an important role in her life. My take on Jackie and Red's phone conversation from episode “'Til the Next Goodbye”.

Rated: K

5. And a Happy New Year 

Summary: An hour into the new decade, Red finds a hiding Jackie who's struggling to move forward from what had been one of the worst years of her life.

Rated: K+

I don't really have headcanons when it comes to T7S, but Red walks Jackie down the aisle and gives her away, regardless of whoever she ends up getting married to.

[bless-my-demons]

Redamancy: Chapter Twenty-Four

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff, cuss words, and… angst

Notes: I fell asleep after I decided to add a Jasper dialogue last night… I’m sorry it’s later than normal lol remember, I told yall Jasper has to make up for his being gone😌🫣

Word Count: 2373

Series Masterlist

• March 20th, 2006 • Forks HS •

Reader

The weekend passed by in a blur, I spent it wishing I got more time with Jasper, but he desperately needed to hunt. So that left me with Quil, if he noticed my far-away mind, he didn’t comment, the new video game he picked up Friday occupied most of his attention.

Friday. I jumped off a cliff with Bella, was rescued by Quil’s ex-best friend, and then the object of my every waking thought showed up at my doorstep.

Friday was a long day, to say the least.

Which brings us to today - Monday. I have to go to school as if it were a normal fucking day, like my weekend hadn’t changed the trajectory of my life. Like my other best friend isn’t in Italy right now fighting to save the man she loves.

Slamming the door shut to my locker, I turn towards the direction of second period when a hulking mass at the other end of the hallway stops me short.

The blonde next to him grins, gracefully walking in my direction as if no more than the weekend had passed since I last saw them.

“Life has been rather dull without you.” Rosalie brings me into a delicate hug, the smile on her face growing.

“I missed you too.” The words aren’t much more than a whisper and my heart twists in my chest, they’re really back.

My eyes haven’t left his and they’re so full of sadness. The hallway empties out, but neither of us has managed to move an inch or look away.

Rose nudges me, “Go.”

A simple word, but the command moves my feet. It started off as one step and then two, but then I’m halfway down the hallway in a full sprint. Emmett takes one large step and then another before I fling myself into his arms, wrapping my own tightly around his neck.

“I hate you.” The words aren’t true, but this ache in my chest can’t be described any other way.

“I know.” His words are muffled as he lifts me.

“I missed you every day.” Tears well in my eyes, making it hard to see the grin splitting Rosalie’s face.

“I missed you more.” He argues back.

Safety, that’s Emmett McCarty Cullen. He’s strength and power and softness that only a man his size with his heart could exude. He is the definition of protector - someone that would go to any lengths to safeguard those closest to him. And just his hugs alone could cure anything, the hug of a brother who cares immensely.

“You left me.” The tremble in my voice gives my hurting heart away.

He clears his throat, “And I put him through hell every day for it.”

“He really has.” Rose confirms, full on smiling at me.

Emmett sets me back down on my own two feet, holding my shoulders in his massive hands, “Never again, I can promise you that.”

“Emmett-” I start, but he isn’t having it.

“Nope, we’re already late for class and I have some catching up to do.” Winking, he offers me one arm and his mate the other, leading us in the direction of next period.

• March 21st, 2006 • Home •

Reader

“Hey, you got a sec?” Knocking on the door frame to my mother’s bedroom, I watch as she turns off her tv.

“For you? Always honey, c’mere.” She pats the bed in front of her, her full attention making me a little nervous.

I sit and work up the courage for a few beats. “He’s back.”

“I know, I saw Doctor Cullen at work yesterday.” Her calm answer surprises me.

“I’m not sure what to do, momma.” I pull at her old bed spread, hoping for some words of wisdom.

“Well, you have options.” Her warm hands cover mine and encourage me to meet her eyes. “You can kick him to the curb since he dropped off the face of the earth for six months.”

“Or?” I ask, provoking her to complete her unfinished advice.

“Or, you can give him another chance.” A beat of silence while I weighed her answer. “You don’t have to do it right away either, you can ask for space to think about it. You can make him talk it out too.”

I process the possibility of cutting him out of my life for all of half a second before my heart tells me it’s impossible.

“Talk to him, I know you need to.” My mother has always been able to read me like a book, it’s why it’s so easy to get along with her.

“Why give me options? Why not forbid me to see him?”

Her knowing smile grows, “Because you’ll do what you want anyways. And no matter how much I want to protect my baby,” she lovingly strokes my cheek, “you have to navigate this in a way that heals that pretty heart of yours. I’d be failing you as a parent to not allow you to figure this out.”

“Mom-” tears threaten the corners of my eyes.

“Don’t think that means I’ll cut him some slack.” She jokes, but her tone includes some seriousness. “He hurt my baby.”

“I love you, you know that?”

“Always sweet pea, I love you too.” She delivers a sloppy kiss to my cheek before reclining back to her previous tv-watching position.

Rising from her bed with a lighter heart in my chest, she stops me at her doorway, “I got your back kid, whatever you decide.”

I turn and give her a genuine smile, “I know, thanks mom.”

• March 22nd, 2006 • Forks HS •

Reader

Setting my tray down at the dubbed “Cullen table” I make direct eye contact with Edward as I stand before the siblings.

Don’t fucking do that again.

His face splits with a grin. “To which are you referring?”

Leaving her, leaving your family, going to Volterre with a death wish, you fucking idiot.

He actually laughs at my angry directive thoughts, the bastard.

You have people that care about you, you know. My eyes soften as his meet mine seriously. Including me. I’m glad you’re safe. And home.

He nods, unable to meet my eyes now.

“I’d hug you if you weren’t so adverse to physical affection.” Before I finish my statement, he rises from his chair to round the table towards me.

Shock roots me to the spot as his arms envelop lightly around my frame, my arms hesitantly wrapping around the tall Cullen after a beat.

“Thank you.” It’s whispered low enough for just me to hear and he’s returning to his seat.

Emmett’s jaw practically hits the floor, “You’ve never given me a hug-”

“Because your hugs are rather violent in their intensity.” Edward notates.

“But-” Emmett whines.

“No ‘buts’, I’m his favorite.” Sticking out my tongue at Emmett as I take my seat next to Jasper, the jealous vampire launches into a deep explanation of why he must be the family favorite.

“Thank you for starting something I will never hear the end of.” Jasper leans over to whisper in my ear as I grin at Edward who rolls his eyes.

“Glad to be of service.”

Reader

That afternoon I rode with Alice to the Cullen’s after school, something about an intervention with Bella and their family. And naturally, the curious part of me agreed to tag along.

The moment her car comes to a stop in their driveway, Jasper is opening my door and offering me a steadying hand.

“Do you know what this is about?” I ask, watching as Alice skips ahead of us.

“Not a clue, sweet girl.” He answers, leading me inside his family home.

His cool hand enveloping mine sends a pang through my chest, it’s like none of this is real - I’m just in some heavy dream. I’ve wished and hoped for their return with every fucking cell in my body, but now that they’re back? It’s surreal and I’m on edge - I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Standing loosely in a circle in the living room, our attention turns to Bella on the stairs, Edward looming behind her.

“You all know what I want. And I know how much I’m asking for. The only thing I can think of, for it to be fair, is to just vote.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about-”

“Shut up.” Bella shushes Edward from his grumbling.

Bella is asking them to vote on her becoming a vampire? A slight tremble begins in my hands, this isn’t exactly a debate I’d wished to be a part of. I mean, what would this mean for me? Would we eventually have one of these for me?

“Alice?” Bella asks, opting for starting with the one securely in her corner.

“I already consider you my sister.” She surges forward to wrap her in a hug. “Yes.”

One vote yes.

“Thank you.”

“I vote yes.” The rumble of Jasper’s chest under the hand I have placed there stops my breathing. “It would be nice to not want to kill you all the time.”

It would be nice to not want to kill you all the time. The words ring in my ears and burn my chest, repeating.

Two votes yes.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry to both of you for how I’ve acted. And I’m really grateful that you were brave enough to go and save my brother.” Rosalie’s next sentence a quiet confession within her answer, “But this isn’t a life I would’ve chosen for myself. And I wish there had been someone there to vote no for me. So, no.”

A breath, one vote no.

“I vote hell yeah.” Em spins her around in his excitement, “We can pick a fight with these Volturi some other day.”

Three votes yes, one vote no.

“I already consider you a part of the family, yes.” Esme happily gives her blessing as Carlisle steps forward to look at Edward.

Four votes yes, it’s almost unanimous.

“Why are you doing this to me?” He asks his adoptive father. “You know what this means.”

“You’ve chosen not to live without her, which leaves me no choice. I won’t lose my son.”

Carlisle’s answer is like a gavel being slammed down, sealing her fate, confirming what she wants.

Bella meets my eyes, even I can tell relief floods them as I’m sure anxiety fills mine. She’s going to turn into one of them - a vampire.

Jasper

After a few heavy minutes following the votes of my family, I turn to Y/n.

“Would you like to go home? It’s getting late.” I ask her, but her eyes are distant.

Immediately I gently probe at her emotions, but I can feel her trying to suppress them. I furrow my brow as I look down at her, why is she hiding from me?

I tilt her chin back and she removes herself entirely. Ice, I know as a vampire my core temperature is already low from the absence of blood in my system, but with her physical departure - it feels as though every ounce of warmth has been zapped from my very soul.

“I need time.” Her request is hardly a whisper and her eyes still refuse to meet mine.

Shock roots me to the floor, time? She’s asking for time from me. Not with, from. Away. Without.

And I must grant it to her. I’d give her anything in this world she would ask for.

I remove myself a step back from her even though my chest wishes to tug me forward.

“Emmett?” I ask aloud, not taking my eyes from her, he immediately answers by way of flashing to my side. “Take her home?”

“Of course, but-?” Curiosity tinged with sadness finishes what he fails to ask.

“Just get her home safe, please.” I step aside, forcing my eyes to my shoes as I clear the path to the front door for them.

Emmett escorts her outside and I swear, every bit of strength leaves and threatens to buckle me. I watch as the Jeep’s tail lights disappear down the driveway from the front windows.

“It’s the right thing to do.” Esme lays a hand on my shoulder as she watches with me, I hate the truth in her words. “She needs to process everything, we haven’t given her the chance and now this with Isabella, it’s a lot.”

“I know.”

Love. “Come here.”

I turn into her waiting arms, the overwhelming urge to cry hits me like a fucking freight train when her arms pull me close.

“She will be back, just be patient with her.”

“What if she realizes-”

“Nonsense, she’s hopelessly in love with you.”

I pull back to inspect her face, “What?”

She smiles at me in only the way a mother really can, “My son, trust me. Give her a few days, but she needs to know that love is returned.”

“How do you-”

“I’ve known since the day you first brought her home. I knew then she was yours before you ever figured out she was your singer, I’m a mom like that.” Winking at me, she pats my shoulder. “She makes you happier, lighter. It makes me happy to finally see that in you.”

Venomous tears make my vision swim, more often than not I take the fact that Esme mothers us in ways unique to every single one of us for granted.

Glancing down, I clear my throat like a typical male trying to avoid being emotional, “Thank you, Esme.”

“Dear, you never have to thank me, I love you more than you know.”

“I love you too.” I kiss her on the cheek, our talk having smoothed out my frayed nerves.

Time. I can give her time to think, to process everything that’s happened in the last week. But then she’s mine - she has to know how I feel about her. And if she wants nothing to do with me after that?

Well, I guess I’d give her that too.

But not until after I fight for her, because fighting for her is in my bones. Fighting is all I’ve ever known and it’s time I put it to good use.

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[musingsanddrabbles]

Think I forgot how to be happy Something I'm not, but something I can be Something I wait for Something I'm made for Something I'm made for

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[jasperhaleobsessed]

I have a rq!!

A platonic Emmett x friend!reader who he learns has the same last name he had when he was human (McCarty), and the same dimples as him.

Turns out, she’s like a great-great-great niece or smth and how they talk ab it n how he explains all the vampire stuff and they become besties!!

Notes: Sorry, I know this is really short compared to my other fics!! also thank you for your patience, I really appreciate it! But I hope you still like it! 💗

Warnings: None!

Emmett Cullen x platonic!reader!

"I can't believe you're my great, great, great niece! That's awesome!" You laughed showing your dimples.

Emmett smiled as well, "And you've got my dimples as well!"

You couldn't believe it either. You had a great, great, great uncle who happened to be a vampire. You'd never thought when you moved to Forks that you'd make a lot of friends let alone family. You still couldn't quite fathom the idea that he was a vampire. It was kind of crazy. You were still processing the information he had told you but you gladly welcomed him, with open arms. And he did as well. You'd met his family and for the most part they were welcoming as well.

They were sweethearts except for a few who were a little more closed off. But you didn't take it personally. You couldn't blame them. You couldn't help but feel emphatic of them as well. They were vampires who strived to be good and care for humans and the bloodlust must be difficult even after multiple decades. It seemed to be a difficult task and for that you wouldn't blame them or have any ill will towards them. You knew if you were a vampire you'd want somebody to be understanding of your predicament.

It warmed your heart knowing even after he couldn't be with his family he had grown up with he found a family and people who loved and cared for him. It was also delightful to know he found someone special in his after life or vampire life? You weren't sure how to refer to it but you were just happy for him that's all you know.

She hadn't been the most welcoming but you tried to not take it to heart or too personally. She seemed to care for Emmett quite a bit so you tried to think optimistically rather than negatively.

He then explained that they sparkle like diamonds. They freaking sparkle! You could barely believe it!

"Wait you sparkle like, like actual sparkles." He nodded. "Wow." You said mouth agape in shock.

Carlisle intervened, "Yes but you need to understand you cannot tell anyone about this or else our family could be endangered." You completely understood you wouldn't want to cause them problems especially to your own family. And to you it didn't make sense why you would tell anyone else this wasn't your secret to tell, it's not your business you're not going to go off and tell people.

"She won't, don't worry." Edward answered before you could say anything.

You were confused, "How do you know I won't?" He raised his brow, "I just mean you don't seem like someone who is very trusting of someone they just met."

"I'm not. I can read your mind." he said bluntly.

"What?" You asked. Emmett laughed at your expression. "Okay I wasn't expecting that." You said, surprised.

'I don't think anyone does, dear." Esme says warmly. "True." You said. You turned your wrist to look at the time, "Oh shoot look at the time, I have to go. It was amazing meeting you all, Thank You so much for having me."

"You're welcome." Esme and Carlisle said.

Esme gave you a warm smile while Carlisle shook your hand. Alice gave you the gentlest hug she could while being excited. While Jasper simply nodded. Edward didn't say much and Rosalie followed suite. But Emmett gave you a bear hug and twirled you around. You in that moment decided that he gave the best hugs in the world. You couldn't help but laugh and you thanked him, sweetly. A warm feeling spread in your chest as you left the Cullen household.

[foggyforestsofforks]

Emmett McCarty Cullen - Born 1915 (No Exact Date)

Zodiac Sign (guessed) - Leo

Zodiac traits

a sunny disposition

honesty and loyalty

attractive liveliness

friendliness and kindness

[twilightinanotherlife]

Emmett McCarty Cullen aesthetic. Species: vampire himbo. Biological age: 20. Chronological age: 90.

[wolf-girl]

The Cullen-Hale Clan

and their cover-up story in Olympic Bay

Since they are planning staying in Olympic Bay for a few years they are considered as a Clan. However, Rosalie and Emmett live in their own house.

Esmeralda Ana Cullen Pereira

born 1691, in Spain bitten by Eleazar, at the age of 36 Leader of the Clan, whenever they decide to move to the same city at the same time. in Olympic Bay she's known as Esme Cullen - a social educator, who had renovated their houses before they moved there; Carlisle's wife, Edward's mother, Alice's adoptive mother

Doctor Carlisle Cullen Pereira

born 1640, in England bitten by a vampire he had been hunting, at the age 38 He was alone, until he met his friends Eleazar and Carmen again in 1859. Esme was with them at the time and they fell in love, leaving the other two only eight years later. They have been together ever since. known as Doctor Carlisle Cullen - an amazing surgeon; Esme's husband, Edward's father, Alice's adoptive father

Alice Mei Bando

born in 1901, in Mississippi bitten by Carlisle, at the age of 19 Due to her visions her father brought her to a mental asylum, where Carlisle worked at the time. There she endured electroshock therapy which rendered her with total amnesia. James caught her scent and would have killed her, but Carlisle transformed her. Since her father had spread the lie that his daughter had died and her family never visited, he had offered her that life. Alice has no memory of her human life left. she is known as Alice Cullen - studying international business at the Peninsula College in Olympic Bay; Esme and Carlisle's adopted daughter

Edward Anthony Masen

born in 1983, in England bitten by Esme, at the age of 19 He barely survived a horrific accident. His mother died at the crash site and used her last breath to ask her colleague, Esme, who was in the car with them, to save her son's life. he is known as Edward Cullen, but he prefers the nickname Ardy - studying music at the Peninsula College in Olympic Bay; Esme and Carlisle's son

Rosalie-Liane Halle

born 1515, in France bitten by Tanya, at the age of 23 After being reborn she travelled with the sisters until 1898. Then she and Emmett left them to live alone. known as Rosalie Hale - a mechanic; Emmett's wife, Carlisle's sister

Emmett McCarty

born in 1815, Tennessee bitten by Esme, at the age of 25 Emmett was being mauled by a black bear in the mountains of Tennessee, when Esme was in the area hunting. She saved his life by transforming him. known as Emmett Hale - a park ranger; Rosalie's husband