Author Notes: I'm suffering from writer's block. That's why I haven't written anything lately. Not only that, I haven't exactly been in a Twilight mood lately, but this little idea popped in my head. Hope you like it!

Author's Notes 7/15/16: I edited it. Fixed a few mistakes and changed a little bit around. I still hate this story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or other shows mentioned in this lame, craptastic fanfic.

Emmett's Writers Block Plague

Emmett sat in front of the computer staring blankly at the screen. He had been working on a fanfiction for his favorite TV show when he became stuck. Writer's block had hit him and hit him very, very hard. Oh, he had ideas. So many ideas. However, he was unable to write them out, and so all he could do was stare at the screen.

Of course, he would try to write but everything he wrote came out sounding corny. He honestly couldn't post a corny chapter and disappoint his adoring fans, could he? No, he could not. Sighing dramatically, Emmett gave up and saved what very little work he had gotten done before going to play some video games, but he wasn't very interested in the game he was playing. As Emmett played, he continued to get ideas for his story.

The creative juices in his vampy head of his were flowing like… well you don't want to know what they were flowing like. Anyway, it was beginning to annoy him and make him irritable. He had plenty of fans out there to please.

They were all waiting to see if Carla will mary Turk while House and Dr. Cooper were visiting Sacred Heart Hospital. J.D. was suffering from wild daydreams that put him in red lifeguard shorts with beautiful, hot chicks running besides him, their breasts bouncing around in a very exaggerated manner. It was a very screwed up story and only Emmett could've thought of it.

You see, Emmett had written that Turk asked Carla to marry him in a very extravagant Disney World destination wedding. J.D was knocked unconscious by a 5-time Karate black belt champion 98-year-old woman . It was a complete misunderstanding. She had thought that J.D was a nasty pervert. She had no idea that he was just trying to take her vitals.

He turned off the game, and turned on Adam-12, an old TV program he had on DVD. Perhaps watching Malloy and Reed bust a few bad guys would help with more ideas, and if that didn't work he could always watch Emergency! Or CHiPs. Of course, after several hours, that failed and he failed to produce any more progress on his writing or getting more coherent ideas. After turning off the tv, he tossed the remote aside, and his little pad of paper and Hello Kitty pin.

Sighing once more, he sat up when Rosalie walked in the room, a bit grimy from hunting. Slowly, a grin spread across his face. He jumped up from his spot, went over to her and picked her up, tossing her over the shoulder.

"Emmett! Put me down!" She squealed. Emmett just grinned like an idiot, ran up to their room and kicked the door shut and locked it. He tossed her on the bed and bounced next to her. He pulled her close and kissed her passionate.

Okay, maybe having writer's block isn't such a bad thing after all. Emmett thought as he tore off the dirty clothes his wife had worn. A wild, seductive grin spread across his face.

The end.

End Notes: Alright, I know it's crappy, but I haven't really written anything in a weeks. I feel bad and I felt like I had to. For those of you who don't know, Dr. Cooper is from Nurse Jackie. Peter Facinelli plays Dr. Cooper aka Dr. Coop.