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vnderoos · 6 years ago

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game rage ✧ emmett cullen

warnings / language, minor injury.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀"OKAY, I think we're good if we just wait here, Em. You watch for dudes coming from the left and I'll shoot whoever comes from the right," Y/N suggested, hoping that if she added some sort of battle strategy to their Friday afternoon game session, it would push them towards victory. She could see Emmett nod understandingly out of the corner of her eye and she pressed down on the joystick of her controller, putting her avatar in a crouching position. She pushed down one of the back buttons, opening up her scope, and she used the other thumb control to check their surroundings, surveying the fields of tall, animated grass through her gun lense.

There was a soft chink as someone, Emmett she figured, opened up a grenade. "Which way are they coming from?" She asked, her voice quiet as she spun with her scope, but the realization of what her best friend planned on doing dawned on her when she heard his digital grenade clatter against the ground. "Really, Emmett? Again?" She exclaimed, trying to move her character away from the explosive, only to realize that her scope was slowing her down. She frantically pressed the circle button, hoping that it would close but nothing was happening except for the quickening beeping coming from Emmett's side of the television screen. "This isn't— damn you," she hissed as the grenade detonated, knocking her character down into a crawling position as it had taken down her health bar immediately.

Emmett erupted into laughter, throwing his head back as he did, and his bulky body swayed into her own. She scoffed as his shoulder knocked against her, causing her to lean beneath the temporary burden of his weight, and she wasted no time pushing him off of her. "It gets easier every time," he pointed out in reference to the act of blowing her character to smithereens and how this was, unfortunately for Y/N, his fourth time doing so.

She huffed and turned to look at the beefcake beside her, narrowing her eyes at him as he flashed his sparkling white teeth in return. "And more annoying," she countered, enunciating to emphasize her frustration but it only made the smug smirk on his face spread.

Emmett pressed one of the rear buttons of the controller and another chink sounded through the television speakers, his person equipping another grenade from his utility belt and holding it up in the air. "We'll see about that," he mumbled, tucking his tongue beneath his bottom lip as he concentrated on aiming.

"Don't you dare," Y/N scolded as the bright red arch, indicating the path of trajectory his bomb would follow, ended right over her lady. "Emmett Cullen, just put that thing away and revive me, already. We could win this," she protested, smashing the joysticks ruthlessly in the direction that she wanted her person to go. Frustration built up inside of her as her avatar moved painfully slowly around the Jeep that they'd been using as cover. She'd gotten around the hood of the car, but since Emmett's character was much faster than hers—having the advantage of, you know, not being knocked out—he was following her with no trouble at all. "Are you serious right now?" She blurted as her woman somehow glitched and ended up between the two Jeep tires. She tried to get her unstuck, but without being able to jump and without Emmett reviving her, she was royally screwed.

Emmett, that son of a bitch, swerved his guy in front of her own and she watched helplessly as he rolled the grenade in front of her. "This is so much better than winning," he explained and then, Y/N's character died in a fiery explosion.

"Screw you, Cullen," she muttered before setting her controller in his lap. "I'll see you on Monday." Y/N stood up from her place on the couch and started towards the front door without even sparing Emmett another glance.

She could hear the vampire's frustrating little chuckle as he stood up, as well, his footsteps echoing on the wooden floors as he trailed behind her. "You're not seriously leaving right now, are you?" He taunted, throwing his arms out in a gesture even though she was hellbent on not paying him any more attention. When Y/N reached the front door, she roughly twisted the handle and swung it open as hard as she could. She trudged out of the house and tried to close the door on Emmett—to give herself some sort of head start since she knew he was as persistent as anything—but, being considerably taller and impossibly stronger, he bypassed it with no trouble at all. "Y/N/N, stop. This is ridiculous," he called after her but she shook her head and picked up her pace. Emmett groaned, but he kept after her anyways.

At that point, she was practically storming down the steps to the Cullen's driveway. "Oh, almost as ridiculous as blowing me up for a straight half an hour?" She retaliated, but she refused to look at him, determined to keep walking.

Emmett let out a noise that was somewhere between a chuckle and a groan and he kept after her anyways. "C'mon," he said, reaching out for her but she evaded his touch just in time. He rolled his eyes. "Swan, you can't throw a hissy fit just because you suck at combat games," he tried to tease and, finally, she whipped around to look at him. Her face wasn't lit up with the bright, mock-offended grin he was hoping for, but instead, it displayed a glare that she was trying extremely hard to make intimidating.

Instead of backing down like he knew she wanted, he laughed at the sight of her angry expression.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me, Emmett," she snapped. "Can't you see that I'm pissed at you right now?" She asked, crossing her arms almost challengingly over her chest.

"Please," he scoffed, tilting his head down at her and dismissing what felt like every ounce of confidence she had in herself. "I don't care how pissed you are, you'll never be as scary as you think you are," he confessed.

She knew that Emmett hadn't meant it as an insult and that he was just trying to get a rise out of her in the moment, to get a little chuckle out of it, but that didn't change the fact that his comment made her blood boil. Her fists clenched at her sides, so hard that they started to vibrate, and she stared blankly into the swirl of amusement that pooled in his blue eyes. "Can you stop acting like a dick for two seconds, please?" She asked, too heated to even think about softening the harshness of her tone.

Emmett, although slightly taken aback by the flare of fire that she expressed towards him, let out a dry laugh and he nodded slowly. "Alright, fine," he agreed, lifting his hands up in surrender and forcing his lopsided grin off of his face. "Why don't we just put this behind us and head back inside, huh?" He asked. "And, since you're acting like such a baby about this, I'll go ahead and fix you a bottle, too," he added, his sneaky little smirk slipping right back into his lips. The eyeroll that he got from Y/N was one of the grandest he'd ever witnessed and he could see the flushed pigments of her skin grow hotter as her annoyance started to get the best of her. Emmett chuckled at the sight, crossing his bulky arms over his even beefier chest.

"This isn't funny," she snapped.

Emmett shrugged his shoulders and flashed her a crooked smile. "Well, not to you, because you don't know how to take a joke, but—"

"That's it, Cullen," she growled. Y/N didn't know what came over her after that. It was like some sort of white hot rage, fanned by her low tolerance for Emmett's bullshit, clouded her vision and propelled her towards him. She balled up the fingers on her right hand and, before her brain had a moment to process what she was about to do and tell her to knock it off, Y/N drew her arm back, ripped her fist through the air, and slammed it, with as much strength as she could muster up, against Emmett's cheek. There was a soft crunch, like stepping on broken glass, as a hairline fracture split over his crystalline skin, but Y/N hardly registered it. Her mind was reeling with nothing but pain as every bone in her hand felt like they'd shattered upon impact. "Fuck," she hissed immediately, stumbling a few steps away from the diamond-skinned vampire and cradling her injured hand in the palm of her free one. She dropped to her knees. She rocked back and forth on the ground, trying to distract herself from the searing pain in her hand and the burning tears in her eyes, which she screwed shut. "Fuck you and your stupid fucking vampire shin," she cursed, shaking her head profusely and gritting her teeth through the pain. "Fuck you, Emmett," she seethed.

She could hear the snaps of dry twigs and the crunch of dead leaves beneath the soles of his shoes as he took the few steps towards her. He knelt down at her side. "Are you fucking stupid, Y/N?" He asked, his words ridden with disbelief and frustration as he placed a hand on her shoulder. When Y/N, despite being in the worst pain she'd been in since she broke her leg in the seventh grade, still found it in herself to shrug his hand off of her shoulder, Emmett rolled his eyes. "You know, I was gonna ask why the hell you'd risk your own safety to punch me, but I think 'stubborn as fuck' sums it up pretty well," he said and she opened her eyes to shoot him a look.

"Will you stop making jokes and just fucking get Carlisle, already?" Y/N snapped at him. There were hot, pain-induced tears streaming down her pink cheeks, but Emmett wouldn't have even noticed that she was crying if she hadn't turned her head to face him.

"I'll do you one better," he promised, before hooking one of his beefy arms beneath the bend of her knees and moving the other to support her back as he lifted her up off of the ground.

Y/N pressed her free hand against Emmett's taut chest, pushing against it as she squirmed to try to get out of his arms. "Emmett, I said to—"

"Shut up and let me carry you, okay?" He shouted at her and her eyes went wide, hand retreating back to its injured equal and she hung her head slightly. "I'm sorry, I just... it's faster this way," he admitted and she nodded, deciding it was better to just stay quiet before she broke something else.

Emmett sped forward and they were standing before Carlisle before Y/N even had the chance to blink. The blonde vampire studied the two carefully, eyes flitting between the injury she'd sustained and his son, and he shook his head. "Emmett, you should know not to tease the girl so much," he chastised and Emmett huffed in response, rolling his eyes in the man's direction. "She is a Swan and the Swan sisters have proven to make irrational decisions."

Y/N would've laughed if she wasn't halfway between crying and trying to catch her breath. "Look, if we're gonna talk irrational decisions, that's gonna take a while. So, can we wait until I'm not about to pass out?" She asked in one breath, getting the words out as quick as possible.

Carlisle laughed and nodded his head. "Of course."

"Very bold of you to sucker punch a vampire," Carlisle commented as he finished adjusting and buckling the fabric splint he'd slid onto her wrist, an amused smile playing on his lips as he brought up the situation. The device covered her wrist, as well as the ring and pinky fingers that she was almost certain she'd broken. It was also wrapped tightly around her hand, but not enough to where it might cause a problem. "Does that feel alright?" He questioned, tapping his fingers lightly on her covered wrist.

Y/N nodded, glancing over at the closed office door, where she knew that Emmett was waiting for her out in the hallway. She looked back at Carlisle. "It's fine, thank you," she told him, managing a small smile. "And, yeah, my sanity kind of got swept away in the moment and this," she paused, gesturing to her hand with her head, "is the result," she finished.

Carlisle chuckled softly, gathering whatever medical supplies he'd used to help with her hand and placing them back in his first aid kit. "I understand," he told her, glancing up at her with a small smile as he returned the kit to its rightful place in a desk drawer. "Emmett tends to have that effect on people," he added and Y/N immediately scoffed.

She nodded her head, standing from her place in one of Carlisle's office chairs. "You could definitely say that again," she agreed with a hint of playfulness in her voice, despite the temporary annoyance she still harbored for the doctor's son. "I know he means well, though."

"Especially when it comes to you," he pointed out, a grin making its way onto his face as he adjusted the cuffs of his blue button down and crossed his arms over his chest. Y/N's cheeks flushed at the comment and she shook her head slightly. "Oh, I mean it. He really cares about you, even if he has a strange way of showing it," he promised.

Y/N glanced down at her knees and back up at Carlisle. "As much as I hate to admit it, I know," she confessed, smiling sheepishly. Of course she knew that Emmett cared about her. She loved that boy with the entirety of her being and even if he drove her crazy with pranks, teasing, and the occasional argument, he'd proved to her on more than one occasion that he would give his life to keep her safe. She looked towards the door. "I think I need to..." She trailed off, nodding towards the exit.

Carlisle followed her gaze and a knowing look flashed across his face. "I believe so," he hummed.

Y/N moved forward to give the man a hug and he happily draped his arms around her. "Thank you for helping me," she told him and he squeezed her shoulders affectionately.

When they both pulled out of the embrace, they shared gentle smiles. "Of course, Y/N. You're family," he assured her. "Now, your wrist and fingers are only sprained, so they shouldn't take too long to heal, but let me know if you come across any complications," he instructed.

She nodded her head and after bidding her farewell, she made her way to the door and stepped out into the hallway. For some reason, before she'd even laid eyes on Emmett, her heart was thundering in her chest. Maybe it was the thought of admitting she was wrong or the fear that he wouldn't accept her apology, but she was nervous as she shut the door behind her.

Before Y/N could even process the fact that Emmett had been waiting outside of the door for her to come out, he was making his way over to her with a guilty expression settled on his face. "Hey, Y/N/N," he addressed her quietly, his head hung slightly and his arms crossed over his chest as he came to a stop in front of her. "You gonna be okay?" He asked, nodding to the brace around her wrist.

Her eyes followed the jerk of his head and she laughed awkwardly, holding it up briefly. "Oh, yeah," she replied softly. "Carlisle said it's just sprained, so I should be fine in a few weeks," she added, shifting awkwardly as Emmett continued to look at her hand. "I'm fine, seriously," she promised.

Emmet glanced up at her and she could see the regret swimming in his eyes. "Maybe you are, but you have to understand that I'm so sorry, Y/N," he said, reaching out to take her injured hand delicately in his own. "I never meant for you to get hurt, you know that right? I was just being stupid and I—"

Y/N shook her head up at him and she brought her other hand to his, sandwiching his hand between hers affectionately. "Don't apologize, Emmett," she said. "You were just messing around, I get it. It was stupid of me to blow up at you like I did because I know that you were just trying to goof around and laugh with me. I'm sorry that I got so mad at you and I'm sorry that I punched you," she confessed sincerely, her eyes mulling over his features as she looked for any form of forgiveness.

Of course, she found it when he flashed her a small smile. "It's fine, Swan, I'm perfectly okay. You're the one who's stuck with that stupid splint on for the next few weeks," he teased and she rolled her eyes playfully, managing a lighthearted grin. "Seriously, though, I'm not mad at you or anything, but promise me you'll leave the punching the supernatural to your sister next time," he told her.

"I promise," she agreed with a small laugh and she took a step closer to him, wrapping her arms around his torso and pulling him into a hug. "Thank you for caring about me so much," she hummed, letting her eyes fall closed as she felt the warmth of his arms embracing her in return.

She could feel him nod against the side of her head and he pressed a gently kiss against her temple. "Of course. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you," he admitted, pulling away from her just slightly so that he could make eye contact with her. "I love you, Y/N," he said quietly.

Her heart skipped a beat at his confession and a giddy smile rugged at the corners of her mouth. "God, you're making me feel really bad about punching you," she joked and he chuckled. "But I love you, too, Em," she reassured him.

Emmett simply grinned and he hooked one of his fingers beneath her chin, tilting her head up so he could give her a kiss. Y/N nearly melted into a puddle when his soft lips met hers and she was almost certain that her insides had turned to mush.

"Anyways," he muttered when he pulled away, literally radiating happiness. "Do you wanna go play our game again?" He questioned.

Y/N scoffed with amusement, but she nodded all the same. "Fine. Just as long as you don't blow me up this time," she negotiated.

Emmett only smirked. "No promises, sweetheart."

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author's note / sorry, this is terrible haha, it was cute in the beginning but i'm horrible at endings. thank u for reading though! xx

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