Embry Call Me

Hi, I’m Mimi :-3 I would’ve let the vampires have me as a little snack, but that’s just me.

[heyembry]

Imagine: Realizing You’re Their Mate…

Characters: Felix, Demetri, Jane, Alec

Felix

At first, Felix is completely oblivious to these weird and confusing thoughts that he’s been having about you. He knows he wants to spend more time with you, that he feels protective of you and responsible for your safety; he knows that the warmth you make him feel is like nothing he’s ever experienced before. But what the heck does it all mean? Eventually, Demetri is forced to step in and explain the painfully obvious to Felix. Afterwards, Felix is glued to you even more so than before, like your second shadow.

The urgency in Felix’s march quickened as he spied you approaching from down the hallway; god, he couldn’t even describe the way he had longed for you in his week-long absence. It was as if the lack of you had plagued his waking nightmares. Felix stepped forward and wrapped his large arm around your smaller frame, pulling you tightly against him so as to feel your soft warmth, to feel the beat of your heart against his still chest. At the first chance he had, he would beseech Aro to never force you to leave his side again; so long as you were next to him and he could be assured of your safety, he would be satisfied. He pressed his face into your neck. “I’m home. I won’t leave you again.”

Demetri

Oh, he’s ecstatic. While Demetri is flirty and provocative by nature, he's been waiting centuries for the one special person that will settle alongside him. A part of him always craved the comfort and stability of having a mate, having someone to confide in and be vulnerable with. If vampires do in fact have souls, then to Demetri you are and always will be the other half of his.

He whisked you into his arms, not even the slightest dash of attention to give to the other banquet attendees twirling around the two of you. They were nothing compared to the light of your beauty glimmering in the ballroom. With one arm around your waist to press you tightly against him and the other to hold your hand within his, Demetri spun the two of you in circle after circle, delighting in the way your laugh lit up your face. He leaned down without the slightest hiccup in step and pressed his cheek against yours, his lips to your ear as he inhaled your sweet scent. So, so sweet. “My light,” he cooed softly. “I so look forward to sweeping you off your feet both tonight and every eternal night hereafter…”

Jane

Denial. It will take time and patience, and a lot of it, before Jane comes to terms with these newfound feelings. In the beginning, expect some snide comments meant to deter you or coldness that she hopes pushes you away. When that doesn’t work, she’ll attempt to flee from her feelings. Anytime you walk into the room, she’s already halfway out the door. Eventually, she begrudgingly relents against these attempts at forced repression; the pull she feels towards you is just too strong to run from forever.

The moment her keen eyes narrowed in on you coming in her direction from the opposite end of the long hallway, Jane was swiveling on her heel and heading right back the other way. It didn’t matter if you called out to her or rushed faster towards her; she was gone in a matter of seconds. She tried to ignore the churn of her gut and the way her feet chastised her back in your direction. Hell, the kings themselves might not have even been able to turn her back your way. Jane was like a magnet completely repelled against your pole of force. The closer you got, the farther she pushed herself away… But that didn’t stop the pang of regret that stung her as her feet carried her farther and farther away from you.

Alec

Alec takes a cautiously curious approach to these emerging feelings. He isn’t quick to name it, though he doesn’t deny to himself that he’s grown a special interest in you. It’ll start by him asking you small questions about yourself or finding excuses to share space in your presence. He isn’t one to cling, but he’s found that his thoughts are always on you when you’re not around. It drives him a bit mad and also excites him in a way. Not that he’ll show it outwardly…

Alec peaked his head through the library doors, careful to remain quieter than silent so as not to alert you to his presence. He could lie and say he was there for a book, for important matters entrusted to him by Aro, but he didn’t want that. What he wanted was to watch you. He wanted to not only see what you spent your time reading but also to observe the way you softly bit your lip when you were deep in thought, or the way you hid your mouth behind the palm of your hand when a particular passage entranced you. No, it was simply an impossibility for him to drag his prying eyes off of you for even a moment, so he hoped you would stay entranced forever…

[twilight-hoe]

[not-bella-swan]

Alice Cullen in Twilight (2008)

[angeldustbella]

i will forever be a new moon girl.

[heyembry]

Imagine: Your First Kiss Together

Character: Embry Call

Embry Call

Your first kiss is soft and sweet, but hesitant.

Embry’s big, tender eyes were filled with such a gentle and reverent appreciation; you could feel the full weight of his love for you with just a single look. You could tell he was holding back, like there was some invisible force keeping him a breath’s width away. You reached out, running your fingertips down the length of his forearm, enticing him to close the gap between the two of you. And he did, pressing his body flush against yours, his warmth enveloping you. You could almost feel the hammering of his heartbeat as his chest pressed against you, a subtle redness dusting the apples of his cheeks as he shyly smiled down at you.

“You should kiss me,” you murmured, straining on the tips of your toes as you leaned upwards as much as you could manage, desperate to feel him as close as possible. Desperate to taste that sweetness on his lips. Desperate to have all of him, and for he to have all of you. Embry scanned your face carefully, ensuring that he saw no signs of uncertainty or indecision in your expression. He wanted it just as badly as you did, you could tell, his eyes filled with a strained longing that he could no longer deny.

Then, his soft lips pressed against yours, brimmed with a hesitation won out by an eager longing for you. His big, callused palms gripped your shoulders like they were his leverage for relinquishing control if he felt himself losing it. But you didn’t want that, didn’t want even the slightest possibility of him pulling away from you. You snaked your arms up over his shoulders, hands on his neck as you pulled him closer to deepen the kiss. His hesitant hands dropped to your waist, gently pulling you tighter against him as his lips moved in sync with your own. It felt like you were two puzzle pieces made to fit perfectly into one another; like you were made for him, and he for you.

[incorrect-wolf-pack]

Paul: You can trust me! Let’s not forget who pulled you out of that river when you were 14.

Jared: let’s not forget who pushed me in

[heyembry]

Writing about when the wolves have their first kiss with you… hmmmm I say writing but I’ve been daydreaming about it more

[heyembry]

Imagine: When They Surprise You (Part 2)

Characters: Alice Cullen, Jasper Cullen

Jasper Cullen

Your eyes lit up as they followed the seemingly hundreds of lit candles that lined from the inside of the bedroom into the master bathroom. You didn’t see the way Jasper eyed you with a soft reverence, or the small crook of a smile at his lips, as you were too consumed by his generous gesture. You could already feel the exhaustion and ache from a long week seeping from your muscles in anticipation.

You felt the cool touch of his fingertips graze against a sliver of exposed skin on your lower back, instantly prompting your imploring eyes to meet his. Jasper gave a small chuckle at your bemused reaction. “Is this for me?” You asked. Jasper didn’t respond, instead gesturing with a nod towards the bathroom, ushering you forward with his gentle touch.

You took a tentative step into the bathroom, eyes flashing across the array of embellishments now adorning the room. Ivory candles, much like the bedroom, bathed the walls in a warm touch of light. A mix of red and pink flower petals scattered the floor and the bathtub surround. The tub was already filled to the brim with a swell of sudsy bubbles, and the sweet smell of vanilla and lavender filtered the air.

You smiled up at Jasper, leaning forward to wrap your arms around his neck and placing a tender kiss on the smooth angle of his jaw. You could feel him nearly melt into your touch, his own hands coming to rest tenderly on your hips, thumbs etching circles into the exposed lines of your hipbones. You leaned up on the tips of your toes, your shirt riding up and granting him even more access to the sweet expanse of your skin. You could hear him exhale a deep, heady breath, and you giggled as you brought your lips to his ear. “Care to join me?”

Alice Cullen

Had it been anyone else whose hands you were in, you might have panicked at the idea of having your vision occluded by the blindfold neatly and gently tied over your eyes. But with Alice’s small, soft hand enveloped within your own as she led you through the dark forest paths, full moon shining brightly overhead, you felt safe and at ease. You trusted her with your all.

You couldn’t see the quick glances she threw your way, but you could feel the way her golden eyes took peaks at you to make sure you were still okay. She led you deftly through the wood, careful to make sure you never snagged on a tree root or got tangled in any branches. “Almost there,” she assured you, voice sweet and merry like chiming bells, and you could hear the smile on her lips.

It wasn’t long before you could feel the treacherous terrain of the forest floor become much more level and consistent beneath your feet. A clearing, you understood, and suddenly, Alice removed the blindfold from your eyes with one swift motion. You blinked, accustoming your eyes to sight once again.

The brightness of the moon overhead illuminated the open field before you, littered with colorful wildflowers and lightning bugs like fairy lights in the night sky. In the middle of the clearing was a checkered blanket, a single lantern lit at its center that created a circle of glow around the picnic area. A wicker basket sat just to the side of the blanket. Filled with food, you were sure, probably too much food knowing Alice’s eagerness, and food that only you would be eating considering Alice’s diet.

You turned to Alice, a beam of a smile across your face, one that she seemed to mimic in return. “I wanted to do something special for you,” she admitted, only the slightest hint of shyness edging at her voice. It was so unlike her, usually so filled with certainty and confidence. But you understood it, because she, too, made you feel a kind of diffidence that you didn’t feel around anyone else.

You leaned forward and planted a quick, chaste kiss on the corner of her lips, only widening the smile between the two of you, and you once again took her hand in your own. “Thank you, Alice,” you murmured, completely enamored by all that she was, and completely baffled at how you had won such a lottery as her. And although you couldn’t understand it, you knew she felt the same way about you.

[heyembry]

Thinking about Embry and his sweet smile and those big sweet eyes and that’s all end post

[stackhousesookie]

KRISTEN STEWART AS BELLA SWAN | TWILIGHT (2008)

[heyembry]

Imagine: When They Surprise You

Characters: Embry Call, Paul Lahote

Embry Call

It had been a long week of preparing for finals, working on final projects, cleaning up loose ends in any of your classes, and you were done. You could feel the exhaustion weighing on your body and mind like a ton of bricks, and all you wanted was to flop onto your bed and sleep for the next month. Your stomach growled as you unlocked the front door to your home, and you knew that sleep would have to wait until after you’d prepared and eaten dinner. God, your bed felt so far away.

You threw open your front door and stepped into the house, making a beeline for the kitchen. Except, to your utter confusion, you could already smell the scent of something cooking. No, maybe burning was the correct answer. As you entered the kitchen, you dropped your bag to the floor and stared as your boyfriend pathetically pulled out a pan of charred something from the oven. At the sound of your bag hitting the floor with a thud, Embry turned your way. He gave you a sheepish, apologetic grin.

“Uh,” he looked around the kitchen, desperately trying to find a place to put the pan, but all of the counter space was already taken up by an array of cooking supplies and ingredients. Those sweet, wide eyes flickered back to you. “Yeah, so, I’ll clean all this up. Don’t worry.”

You looked pointedly at the black lump on the pan. “What’s it supposed to be, exactly?”

“Meatloaf?” He tried, and you couldn’t help but chuckle. “I wanted to do something for you. I know you’ve had a lot going on and stuff, with finals and all. I wanted to make you dinner…” His voice faded as he looked around at the nightmarish scene that was your kitchen. “But…”

You sauntered forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, careful to avoid the hot pan he held in his gloved hand, and you gave a sweet peck to his lips. Embry couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips as his other arm snaked its way around your torso. “I appreciate you trying,” you replied genuinely. “Now, what do you say we clean all this up and give it another go together, hm?”

His grin widened as he pulled you tightly against him, planting his own kiss on the top of your head. “I’d say that sounds like a plan to me.”

Paul Lahote

It was late at night, and you were asleep in your bed, your dreams taking you far, far away from Forks, Washington. In your dreams you moved across the world, from mountains to beaches to big cities, all with him by your side. Paul Lahote, the subject of both your unconscious dreams and your waking thoughts. It was as if he never left your mind, worming his way into the cortex of your brain, taking root there and refusing to leave. Even in your dreams he wore that cheeky smile of his, and you would have damned him for it if not for your unending preoccupation with him and everything about him. Sometimes you wondered if he’d drive you mad someday.

As you slept, a light tap tap taping invaded your dreams, cutting sharply between the sounds of ocean waves and seagulls’ cries. You could feel your brows furrowing as you were being lifted from your sleep, but you clung to the last dredges of slumber as tightly as you could. It came again: tap tap tap. You ignored it… sighed. Tap tap.

Your eyes flew open and were instantly directed to the window a mere few feet away from your bed. With a huff, you threw your legs over the side of your bed and leaned forward, flinging your curtains open. And there, in the darkness of the night, stood your boyfriend, his shit-eating grin nearly pressed against the glass. You had half a mind to close the curtains back in his face and try to resume sleeping, but you knew better. No way would Paul give in so easily.

With a sigh, you unlocked your window and pulled the pane up, Paul instantly throwing his legs over and climbing through the window into your bedroom. Not like he had to ask; he knew what your answer would be.

“Do you know what time it is?” You tried to ask, just about to turn around to look at the clock yourself before Paul’s arms slithered around your waist pulled you against him. His body was so warm against yours that you could instantly feel the sleepiness overtaking you again, despite being so rudely awakened in the first place.

“I couldn’t sleep,” Paul murmured quietly, almost like it was a secret for him to be admitting to such an incapacity. The tenderness of his soft, dark eyes made you relax against him, wrapping your arms around him in return. “I wanted to be with you.”

You sighed again, tugging him with you towards the bed. You both tumbled into the tangle of sheets, never leaving each other’s grasp as you shifted into the warm comfort of your blankets until you and Paul nestled comfortably against one another. He held you close as he inhaled your sweet scent deeply, like it was the very air that he breathed. You thought, in some ways, that probably wasn’t too far from the truth. It wasn’t long before the steady beat of Paul’s heartbeat sent you drifting off to sleep again, and your rhythmic breathing against him meant he wasn’t far after.

[vhygoxo]

I can take these two (not in a fight)

[heyembry]

Imagine: When You Wear Lingerie For Them

Characters: Paul Lahote, Embry Call, James

CW: Sexual content

Paul Lahote

He barely registered the black, lacy lingerie set that you’d donned for him, entirely overtaken by the lust and desire he felt just by seeing you undressed before him. His callused fingers found themselves digging into the dips of your hipbones as he pulled you closer, desperate to feel the warmth of your skin against his. It was impossible not to note the heady smirk he wore on his face. It was as if he was completely intoxicated by you, taking in every inch of you that he could with his greedy eyes.

“Do you like it?” You asked nervously, tentatively, feeling the full weight of the fervor your boyfriend looked at you with. So filled with the passion that seemed to permanently pump through his veins.

“Like it?” He gave a half-scoff, that sharp smirk of his alighting a fire in your chest that no other could compare to. “It’s on you; how could I not?” And you knew it to be true. You could’ve shown up in anything, and he would’ve still thought you to be the sexiest thing on the planet. Any anxieties you might have felt melted away at the warmth of his lips pressed against yours.

Embry Call

You could see the way he swallowed deeply as his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. Perhaps you’d sprung the arrangement on him too suddenly; perhaps your sometimes-shy boyfriend needed a bit of a heads-up before seeing you on such a sensual display for him. Still, you couldn’t help but revel in the way his desperate eyes seemed to drink up every last drop of you.

You twirled, giving him a full view of the pale pink lingerie you wore for him, biting back a giggle as he absorbed each inch of you before his wide eyes flickered back up to yours. “For me?” He nearly choked, and at that you did chuckle, nodding affirmatively.

“All for you,” you confirmed, sauntering forward to plant yourself in his lap. You could see his confidence growing as he planted his palms on your hips, desperate to pull you as close to him as possible. Desperate to feel every inch of you that you would allow. You couldn’t help but bite your lower lip. “Always for you. Only you.”

James

His piercing eyes flicked like lightning between the deep navy lingerie set that you wore and your own anxious eyes, seemingly picking apart any evidence of reaction you could give him as he eyed down your body on full display for him. It was as if he lived for the nervous twitch of your fingers, the uncertainty that bowed your knees together. You could feel the way he worked at you and all of your unintentional reactions, as if making you question any and all of your decisions was what really turned him on. Your uncertainty only worked to stoke his flames.

A smirk ticked at his lips, but he kept it at bay. “What’s this?” He asked conspicuously, eyes landing on your chest. If he had been anyone else, you would’ve assumed that was exactly what he was staring at: your chest. But you knew James, you knew better; he was zoned in on the way your heartbeat quickened because of his intense perception. He was internally feasting over the idea of you nervous beneath his scrutinization.

You tucked your arms behind your back, swaying your hips in nervous anticipation. If he was trying to make you apprehensive, it was working. “I wanted to dress up,” you admitted, chewing at your inner cheek in agitation. “For you.”

A grin split his face at those words. For you. And he knew it to be true. That you were eager to appease him, eager to please him. James gave a light pat to his lap, the only signal you needed to draw yourself in towards him. “For me, huh?” He repeated. “Show me exactly how you’re meant for me then.”