My Favourite Scar (Emmett Cullen x Reader)

Drama

GUESS WHAT BITCHES?!

Sorry for yelling, i'm just a lil excited. I'm doing a little bit of this chapter in Emmetts POV!!! Not very much tho because I'm tired. Also, I'm so sorry I'm not updating very much. My mental health is taking yet another hit, so please be patient. There's probably going to be another four chapters, and yes, it will end sadly. I literally cried just thinking about how it's gonna end.

Hope you like it,

J

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Emmett

I'm not an idiot, as much as everyone thinks I am. I know a lot of things.

I know that it's hopeless. I know they're going to die soon. I know that I might live the rest of my life without a mate. 

I also know that I don't plan on living long without a mate anyways.

Everyone sees me as a constant jokester, always in the mood to play games, make jokes, that sort of shit. Truth is, I usually am. Not today. Not since I knew Y/N was going to die. I keep telling them that there's still hope, that the Volturi might let them off the hook this one time. I don't believe that, and I don't think they believe that either. 

I look down at my hand, moving my fingers randomly, remembering each time they touched Y/N. Each little brush against them, each time they curled into their hair, all the times I made them shiver at my touch. 

I wondered what they were doing now. All alone at home, pondering death. I know they had a rough past. It probably wasn't the only time they thought death would come soon, but I like to think that it was better now, if only slightly. I like to think that my family made them happier, that I made them happier. What a stupid thing to think.

Everyone has been looking at me weird the entire day. It was only second period, and it felt longer than any day in my life. Edward kept trying to cheer me up, offering to go home for lunch and see y/n, but that would only make everything more suspicious. I had been gone for a while, and it was a stupid excuse that no one believed. I couldn't miss another day. 

Spanish class ended, and I got out of the room for my next class, not waiting for my brother. I just wanted to get this day over with and go home. I just wanted to spend time with Y/N, alone.

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Y/N

The second that I heard the car coming, I ran out to wait for them. I knew it was silly, but it was the worst few hours of my entire existence as a vampire. It wasn't the longest I had been away with Emmett, but it was the first time I was without him when I knew I couldn't see him if I wanted to, if that makes sense. Before, if I missed him, I would just go and join him with whatever he was doing. Now, I just had to suffer through it. 

Emmett was the first out of the car. I practically jumped in place, waiting for him to join me. I would've ran over, but that seemed a little pathetic, even for me.

I was jumping in spot, no longer being able to contain it. as soon as he took the final step towards me, I leaped into his arms and kissed him, wrapping my arms around his neck so he couldn't escape me. He didn't want to anyways, though, as he lifted me up and wrapped his arms around my waist. I was reminded of how few of these moments I had left, which only mad me appreciate them more.

Emmett walked inside, still holding our kiss, and tumbled onto the couch, letting me fall first so he was on top.

"Get a goddamn room," Rosalie sighed and walked upstairs.

Emmett let go of my waist with one hand to give her the middle finger as he planted small kisses on my lips. 

"It's true, Em," I said, pulling away a little. "We really shouldn't make them watch this." I grinned. "Let's go to the cottage."

He pulled me off the couch in an instant, running out the door and towards our house. I giggle as he dragged me inside and picked me up again, letting me wrap my legs around him. 

My hands gripped his curly hair as he sat me down on the kitchen counter, not bothering to bring us to the bedroom. His lips pushed mine apart, and he traced my bottom lip with his tongue, asking for entrance. I deeply obliged, letting him explore my mouth as I unbuttoned his shirt.

As I undid the final button, he spread my legs open so he could bring himself closer to me, and I moaned into his lips and the contact of his chest. He seemed to like that, because he started pulling off my sweater and shirt.

"Out of all the ways you want to spend your last two weeks with me with me," I paused, chuckling, "This is what you want?"

"One, it won't be my last two weeks with you because you won't die, and two, you know you'd rather do this than anything else."

I could absolutely not contradict him.

Skipping the smut because I don't want to include it in this story. If you want smut, I'll be writing some in my book called Mermaids. 

Also, I'm time skipping a couple weeks.

"I'm telling you," I laughed, buttoning up my shirt. "I'm the better driver!"

We had been having this conversation for a few minutes and he relentlessly kept saying he was better at me than most things, including driving.

"It's not true!" I've had 90 years of driving experience more than yo, it's only logical that I'm better,"

"Logical is not the same thing as true," I smiled, knowing I won for the time being.

"We'll settle this on our drive to Volterra then,"

That shocked me. What was he talking about? I think he could see the confusion on my face, so he explained further.

"You know, when we drive you to talk to the Voturi? To tell them to let you live?"

"Uhmm," I stuttered, looking down." About that."

"Don't tell me we're going to run away. I love you, y/n, but that is the stupidest thing ever."

I chuckled nervously. "No, it's not that."

How was I going to tell him?

"Spit it out."

"I-" I started. He looked at me expectantly. "I'm not taking you to Volterra. I'm going to bring someone else."