Twilight Imagines

41. Sappy (Emmett Cullen) Requested

(Published April 7, 2025) 

   It was time to give up.  Half of the items in my closet and dresser was strewn across my floor and I still couldn't find anything that made me feel presentable.  So, here I stood in my sleep shorts and my favorite cotton t-shirt, staring at the mess I had made and bemoaning my situation.  If I was just a few pounds, okay, a lot of pounds lighter, any of this clothing would've been fine.  But I couldn't go to the graduation party Alice was throwing while feeling like a marshmallow stuffed into a tootsie roll wrapper.  Especially not when all of the people there were years younger than me on top of being thinner.  

   Picking my phone up from my desk, I debated calling Alice.  I could always beg off with a headache.  If I stayed curled up in my bed all night, her vision would see it and she'd believe me.  And honestly, that's all I wanted to do anyway.  Curl up in my warm bed and forget about my clothing disaster until tomorrow.  Was that weak?  Probably.  But hey, people took mental health days all the time, so why couldn't I?  

   I had only managed to pull up Alice's contact information when a breeze whipped through my room and my desk chair was suddenly occupied.  Emmett sat there, already dressed for the party in a pair of black jeans and a nice variegated grey sweater.  Lifting an eyebrow, I silently questioned his presence.  He smirked at me, shrugging.  

   "Alice told me," He stated.  

   "Told you what?" I crossed my arms defensively.  

   "That you were about to cancel on us.  She told me to bring you an Aspirin, but we didn't have any in the house." 

   I glared at the picture of Alice on my phone.  Why'd she have to be so stubborn?  "How many times have y'all graduated?" 

   "Many, many times," He chuckled.  

   "So why do I have to come to this party?  I can always go to the next one.  Help me beg off, please?" I begged.  

   "Why?" He stood, moving to stand in front of me with a concerned expression.  "Do you really have a headache?" 

   I shook my head.  "But I will if I try on any more outfits." 

   His grin returned as he glanced around the clothing covered floor.  "Did a tornado come through here?" 

   "Yep.  Brittney the tornado," I joked lightly.  

   "Well, what about this one?" He scooped up one of my favorite dresses, a lavender V-neck with three quarter length sleeves.  I shook my head again.  

   "Not tonight," I stated.  I had already tried it on and the mirror had assured me that it was not appropriate for the evening.  Sure, it showed off my curves, but it also clearly defined how heavy I was up top, which Emmett would appreciate but I doubted anyone else would.  

   "Okay, well..." He sped around the room for a second before returning with another dress.  "Call me what you like, but this dress is hot as hell on you." 

   I stared at the navy blue lace dress in his hands, pondering it.  It was a dark color, which often made me look slimmer.  I had only passed on it earlier without trying it on because it hugged my shape, which was good on a normal day.  But I had to socialize with skinny teenagers tonight.  Biting my lip, I shook my head.  

   "Alright," He gently grabbed my hand and tugged me closer to him.  "Talk to me." 

   "About what?" I decided to play dumb because it was easier than admitting the truth. 

   "Lets start with the reason why you can't choose an outfit," He suggested.  "You've never had this problem before." 

   "True, but this is different." 

   "How so?" 

   I could feel his golden eyes watching me closely, but I couldn't meet them.  Instead, I gazed at the sweater hiding his well sculpted, large chest.  "Because I want to represent you well." 

   His large hand gently turned my chin up, forcing me to look at him.  He stared at me for a long moment before the corner of his mouth quirked up and he gave his head a small shake.  

   "You're worried about embarrassing me?" He murmured.  

   "Well," I twisted my hands together in front of me nervously.  "Yeah.  These are your classmates.  They're young, energetic kids and I'm this twenty six year old who likes food a little too much.  I'm not going to fit in no matter how I dress." 

   Emmett's large arms pulled me into a gentle bear hug and he pressed a kiss to the top of my head.  "Oh, Britt, I love you so much.  What did I do to deserve you?" 

   My eyes widened and I pushed back against him so I could see his face.  "What?" 

   "You do realize I love you because you don't fit in, right?" He asked, a large smile on his face showing off his dimples.  "I love that you're more mature.  You're a tough girl on the inside and soft as a dove from heaven on the outside, and you have a soul old enough to put up with my ancient one.  You're everything a man could want rolled into one beautiful package." 

   I grinned, scrunching my nose a little at the poetic compliments that were so not normal for him but definitely melted my heart.  "You're not ancient yet." 

   "I'm gettin' there," He chuckled again.  "Now, are we going to that party or what?  Alice will have a fit if we skip it." 

   "I still don't know what to wear," I admitted sheepishly.  

   He held up the navy blue dress again and wiggled his eyebrows.  "Humor me?" 

   Blushing, I took the dress from him.  I pressed a kiss to his cheek before heading to the bathroom adjoining my bedroom.  

   "It's a good thing you're pretty convincing," I called over my shoulder.  

   "I'm just telling you the truth, baby girl," He replied.  

   Still blushing, I changed quickly and pulled my hair back in a barrette.  I had already done some makeup earlier for work, and it was plenty for the party.  Then, with a playful twirl, I whooshed out of the bathroom and curtsied before my grinning boyfriend.  

   "Passable?" I asked as I straightened up.  

   He smiled widely at me.  "Beautiful.  You are beautiful, Britt.  If I wasn't your mate, I'd be afraid to leave your side tonight." 

   "Flatterer," I teased, blushing again.  

   "No, honest.  Do you want me to get Edward to confirm it?  He hates reading my mind when you're around, by the way.  Says I mated like a werewolf.  Sappy, I think is the term he used." 

   Giggling, I wrapped my arms around him.  "Guess it's a good thing I like sappy guys, then." 

   "A very good thing." He hugged me back for a long moment before pulling away.  "Alright, seriously, we've got to get going.  My phone keeps vibrating, and I'll bet you anything it's Alice." 

   "Alright, alright.  You're going to protect me from the teenagers tonight, yes?" 

   He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my lips.  "I promise.  Tonight, you're all mine."