a plethora of twilight drabbles
perhaps a spork? (edward, alice) pg
“This is a disaster.”
Edward’s back tenses for another fight and his fingers freeze over ivory keys. That is until he sees her thoughts and groans.
“Don’t scare me like that again, Alice.”
“I don’t think you’re grasping the magnitude of this crisis. It’s a wedding, Edward. A wedding! People can’t eat with their hands like cavemen. This isn’t the middle ages.”
Edward places his hands heavily on his sister’s shoulders, willing her to see reason.
“Spoons?”
She shrugs him off.
“We’re out of forks for your wedding and you’re comforting me with the promise of spoons?
She huffs.
“Idiot.”
what happened to a regular cup of joe? (emmett, bella) pg
Emmett brought the cup up to his nose and sniffed, then gagged at the smell.
“What is that?”
Bella took it from his hands with an odd look and sipped it, having used her non-melting ice cube on the scorching liquid.
“It’s coffee, Emmett.”
He pointed to the signboard above the register.
“Up there it says ‘late.’ If ‘late’ is three bucks how much does ‘on time’ cost?”
Bella rolled her eyes.
“It says latte, and it’s expensive because… who knows why.”
“Well, how much is a small?”
“The tall is small.”
His head shook disdainfully.
“Nothing makes sense anymore.”
we brave bee stings and all (carlisle, nessie) g
“Did you know they communicate through dance?”
Nessie turned her eyes momentarily away from the pollen-dusted bee nestled inside a flower to glance up at Carlisle with wide eyes.
“Really?”
He nodded slowly.
“So they can inform each other on where to find new sources of food. They can’t speak like you or I.”
Nessie bent forward and gently scooped the bee up into her little hands. Carlisle bit his tongue; it wasn’t as if it could sting her.
“Here you go, Mr. Bumblebee,” she cooed as she placed the insect on another flower. “Now you don’t have to fly.”
no offence to pepper, of course [part i] (edward/bella) pg
“Have you gone mental?”
Edward glanced down at the shaker in his hand, then at the pot of food he was bent over, with a perplexed expression.
“What do you mean?”
Bella sighed, exasperated, and took the jar of pepper from his hand, placing it back in the spice cabinet.
“You can’t just throw haphazard seasonings into meals. Cooking is an art form.”
Watching her rant with growing fascination and adoration, he pulled her toward him and kissed her temple.
“What was that for?”
Edward shrugged.
“For reminding me of all the things that it means to be human.”
medium well-done takes on a whole new meaning [part ii] (edward/bella) pg13
“You realize that as a vampire you’d never sit down to eat again, don’t you?”
Bella measured out a portion of seasoning in the palm of her hand, dumping it into the pot on the stove as Edward stirred.
“There won’t be sitting. But there will be crouching, and that’s almost the same thing.”
Edward glared through the steam.
“You know what I meant. You’d be giving up an awful lot. You won’t miss cooking?”
Bella rolled her head to the side, thinking as she grated cheese.
“I guess, maybe a little. But you know what? I’d miss you more.”
in the groove (emmett, edward) pg
Edward observed the blinking lights and barking orders with increasing horrification.
“What is that hideous contraption?”
Emmett stepped off the platform momentarily.
“This, my brother, is Dance Dance Revolution.”
“And its purpose is… to be loud and obnoxious?”
“No, you step on the blocks when they light up and follow the arrows on screen.”
“What, because you’re too inept to dance like a normal person?”
Emmett’s eyes narrowed.
“You will die for that.”
Edward grinned.
“Too late. And this corpse is still a better dancer than you.”
The voice on the screen declared ‘game over’ as Emmett chased after him.
even if never-never land isn't all it's cracked up to be (edward/bella) pg13
Edward’s hand curves softly around her cheek, his finger tracing the shell of her ear as Bella’s eyes drift closed.
“You would give up your humanity, just for me? Try to be rational, Bella.”
Bella swallows and he traces the motion with his thumb.
“You and your grandson can go in now.”
Wrinkled fingers tracing over cold skin.
“You’re still beautiful to me.”
The final slip into a nameless abyss; it isn’t just her fate she’s sealing.
Her eyes open fierce on the precipice of a decision, dark and fortified.
“I refuse to be the Wendy to your Peter Pan.”
this is no sex and the city rerun (bella, alice, rosalie, edward) pg13
“What did you say this was?”
Bella slurps from the bendy straw, her nose brushing the glass’ mini-umbrella.
Alice glances sideways at Rosalie.
“Long island ice tea.”
She tips in her chair, causing Rosalie to shoot out a hand to steady her.
“It’s delicious.”
Two hours later they deposit Bella into Edward’s arms, asleep.
“What… did you do to her?”
Alice giggles and Rosalie rolls her eyes.
“Every girl needs to get drunk at least once in her life. Weren’t you saying something about not missing human experiences?”
Bella drools on his shoulder.
“I was hoping to avoid this one.”
close, but no cigar (jacob/bella) pg
Jacob had vague memories of summers spent with his grandfather before the old man passed away.
He’d tried to teach him how to shoot once. Steadied his arm as Jacob lined up the shot. The bee-bee pellet ricocheted off trees and he’d shake his head. “Close,” he’d say, his face creasing like a paper folded too many times, “but no cigar.” He was never sure if the saying was meant to make him feel better or worse about missing.
As he watched Edward and Bella dance at their wedding, his grandfather’s words echoed in his head.
Close, but no cigar.
l'enfant sauvage (leah/jacob) pg13
Leah sometimes reminded him of a savage who’d grown up in the forest, without language or shivers in the cold, and had stumbled from the woods on accident. She acted as if she couldn’t feel the pain of her own words, her hide thick and weathered. But if he examines her closer, he can make out the tiny whipstitches where she’d sew it all together. She wasn’t a beast, not naturally anyway. Leah had fashioned herself a second skin because she needed it to keep safe, not because she wanted to alienate him.
And that’s why Jacob keeps coming back.
death is for sissies (bella) pg13
Bella stubbornly teeters on the edge of life. She slides down the looping mortal coil like a playground slide, snatching at pieces of her childhood to drown out the pain of the fire. She’d like to say that her life flashes before her eyes, that she has visions of playing dress up and ice cream dripping down waffle cones and biology class and be still my beating heart. But she can’t see rosy memories through the hot orange of the flames. Reflecting is for the dead that stay that way.
Sacrificing for love almost kills her. But almost doesn’t count.