Because I'm having a hard time getting through a particular point in a story, or had a random funny situation pop in my head, these are various one-shots. Stuff that would normally never see the light of day (or leave my hard drive) until now. Beware, they are typo-ridden, fluffed up and mostly OOC.

Disclaimer: This disclaimer is srs bsns. If I really was Stephenie Meyer, would I be writing fanfiction on this website? I think not.



Edward, Emmett - Eye Of The Tiger

Rising up, back on the street, did my time, took my chances, with the distance now I'm back on feet, just a man and his will to survive...

I groaned. Emmett and I were hunting this weekend. It was late summer of 1982, and Emmett was singing in his head.... again.

"Why do you insist in singing that song, Em?" I complained loudly. It was foolish and idiotic. It was the theme song for some boxing movie that had taken the US by storm. It was laughable that such a movie of a pauper-to-prince motif could be used over and over again.

"Unlike you, I enjoy a good movie, Eddie."

I seethed. "Dont. Call. Me. Eddie!" I yelled, effectively scaring off the buck I had been tracking. "Great, now look what you've done. You scared the buck away!" I turned away from him, sniffing the air for something else to satiate my thirst.

"Whatever, Edward. You know you really do like that song. Rocky is a great figure for masculinity."

Oh, he wasn't going to go there, was he?

With a smirk, Emmett looked my way. 'Course that's nothing you'd know about, little brother.

He did go there. He just had to go there. "That's it!"

I lunged at him, knocking him off his perch on the boulder, crashing to the ground. We rough-housed a few minutes until we were both going nowhere. Emmett was still a little stronger than me, but I was faster. We were even in a fight. We got up, dusting the mud and bracken from our shirts and pants. We left a large dent in the earth where I pinned him.

"Ugh, Rose is going to kill me for this!"

I rolled my eyes. So much for a peaceful hunt.


Yep, that was it. Short drabble. And Emmett is so much fun to write. Gosh, I love him.