warnings. female reader, mentions of blood, cuts and being stitched up
a/n. been back on my twilight grind lately... also trying get back to writing more and this scenario struck me with inspiration! if someone has requests, feel free to send them my way!
SUMMARY: if you were to look up the definition of clumsy in a dictionary, you would see a picture of you. despite your best efforts, it almost gives Embry a heart attack every time you get hurt. still he can't help but take care of you. 1.1k!
"We're home!"
You and Emily lift panicked expressions in the direction of Sam's voice. You gaze back down to look at the mess on the kitchen floor. The broken pieces of a jar surround you, as does the flour it contained. The floor is now a minefield of white powder and sharp glass.
You had watched in slow motion the jar fly off the counter after you accidentally hit it with your elbow. You apologized profusely to Emily, who used to your antics as always, had smacked her hand on her mouth to keep from laughing. The time you should have used to clean up was instead spent laughing and reenacting your expression as you tried to catch the pot before it hit the floor.
"Em?" Sam calls again.
"Shit," you mutter as she quickly wraps your hand in a towel.
Right when she is done, Sam turns the corner of the counter you are crouched behind. His eyes quickly consider the mess, while a knowing smile spreads on his face. He's about to make fun of you two, until he notices the towel wrapped around your hand is slowly turning a light shade of red.
"Please tell me Embry's not…" You whisper, hoping your boyfriend took a little longer before coming in. But as it seems, fate is not on your side today.
"Babe?" He appears next to Sam with a soft smile on his lips, like he's been waiting to see you.
His expression turns into a frown when he notices your suspicious attempt at hiding your hand. In a second, he's crouching beside you, eyes roaming wildly on your body, trying to assess the damage.
You try to warn him about the glass, but he blatantly ignores you. Either he doesn’t hear, or he simply doesn’t care, "What happened?"
"I promise it's nothing." You try to reassure him, but Emily's noticeable wince does not help your case.
"First— you are the worst liar in the whole world. Second— you're bleeding enough that I can smell it. Show me." His tone is firm, but never angry.
Shamefully, you present your now soiled, made-up bandage. You hiss softly when he takes it off, his lips forming a tight line when he sees the deep gash in your palm.
"Seth," he calls. "Please get your mom. I think she might need some stitches. Sam, I think you should help Emily out of here. There's glass everywhere, and somebody please get a broom."
You try to get up on your own, but are immediately swept off your feet before you can step on any of the shards littering the floor. "Are you trying to hurt yourself on purpose?" he grumbles before delicately dropping you on the couch.
Sue arrives a few minutes later while the boys are cleaning the mess. "Heard my favorite patient got herself in trouble again?"
Stopping abruptly his sweeping, Embry stares at both of you with furrowed eyebrows. "Your favorite patient?"
A very telling silence falls in the room. The unofficial doctor of the pack sits close to you, her medical kit in hand, with a barely contained smile on her lips.
"Sue's been helping me whenever I get into one of my little accidents," you explain with a lift of your shoulders. You know your clumsiness makes him nervous, but you're used to it, it's no big deal anymore.
Embry watches with careful eyes Sue get her equipment out before he sits down next to you, his hand resting on the small of your back.
When she starts stitching you up, he watches out for any sign of pain, but although your eyebrows are slightly furrowed, you handle it pretty well. "You are way too comfortable with this," he mumbles.
He stays with you the whole time and asks a thousand questions about the risk of infections or if there is anything he should do to treat the wound. Sue gives him disinfectant and instructions on how to clean it, while you swoon at how seriously he is taking this.
He drops back down on the sofa after she leaves. One arm immediately wrapping protectively around your shoulders while his other hand softly grabs your injured one. "I gotta say, I'm pretty impressed by how calm you were about this. That was a gnarly cut."
"Yeah, I guess it was pretty deep. Luckily, there wasn't any debris or jagged edges. It wasn't too bad, it should heal fine."
He listens with astonishment to your methodical assessment of your injury. "Alright, doctor."
"What?" you grin. "I told you, I've been collecting bruises and scars since I was a kid. I can't even remember how many times I needed to get stitches. You learn some stuff after a while."
"I'd rather you stop learning so much, Miss. Cuts and bruises. I get a heart attack every time you get hurt." He’s trying hard not to pout, his eyes focused on your hand while his fingers softly stroke the skin of your wrist.
"I'm sorry, I guess I've never had someone who worried so much about me before," you add softly. Even if you find it funny how worried Embry is, you recognize his concern for what it truly is: unrefutable love.
"Well, now you do, so better get used to it. And if you don't start being careful, I'll have to ask the others to watch you when I'm not around. Get some babysitters to make sure my girlfriend keeps all her fingers and toes." He jokes before booping your nose with a soft kiss. "Oh, and before you say that Emily does watch over you, I'm sorry, but I don't trust her anymore. She's no help when it comes to you."
You both hear an indignant 'hey!' come from the kitchen. "I'm perfectly capable of watching over her," Emily protests as she stands in front of the couch. "Not that she needs it." She quickly adds with a knowing look in your direction.
"I'm sorry, my love," interrupts Sam. "You are usually very capable," he says, setting his hand on her hips. "But she's a bad influence on you."
Emily looks at you with a devilish grin, unable to refute her fiancé. You do make a pretty awful duo, in the best way possible.
"Who knows, maybe one day I'll even be able to stitch myself up on my own. Which means I won't even need a babysitter!"
Your comment immediately makes Emily and Sam laugh. Everyone seems finds the idea very funny, except for the overprotective werewolf sitting at your side.
You can feel the disapproval emanating from him. "Don't you dare," he growls.
You give him a childlike grin and kiss his cheek with a big smack. "Don’t worry, I just like making you nervous."
He rolls his eyes in annoyance, but you know he’s trying his best not to melt right now. He’s got that twinkle in his eyes and keeps staring at you like you are a shining star. "You’re an absolute menace, you know that?"
synopsis: reader returns to la push to make a decision to clean out or move into her late grandmother’s house. she’s quickly flooded with memories of the past, not all of them good, and struggles to come to terms with her grief.
warnings: SUPER plot heavy (sorry y’all lol)
word count: 4.3k
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having nothing but your thoughts to keep you company for the 4-hour drive back to your grandmother’s hometown left you somehow feeling more stressed than when you’d first gotten the call to come back 2 days prior.
although your grandmother had passed a year ago, the tribal council had only recently pressed you to either move in or move your grandmother’s stuff out, so it wasn’t just becoming some shell of what it used to be. you still weren’t entirely sure what your plans for the house were, but you’d quickly realized you’d need to make up your mind sooner rather than later before they moved a new family into it.
you’d spent most of your life in seattle but once every couple of years, your mom would drive you over to la push to visit your grandmother. both women had quite a strained relationship with each other, but your mom still felt some semblance of guilt when it came to making sure your grandmother could at least see you growing up, so she wasn’t a total stranger. with your grandmother now 6 feet under and you being in your mid twenties, you’d decided you two definitely didn’t have much of a relationship despite your mother’s minimal attempts. unsurprisingly, the lack of effort didn’t leave a lasting impact.
the last time you’d made the drive out west was just before you graduated high school, and you’d only stopped by for a few hours to visit before your mom was corralling you back into the car to make the drive back to seattle. so to say you didn’t have much connection to the quileute in your blood was the understatement of the year.
the closer you got to the res, the larger everything seemed to become. the evergreens seemed to reach the sky, blocking off most of the clouds but still managing to allow the near constant drizzle of rain through to patter against your windshield. as the roads continued to wind, so did your mind as you allowed yourself back into your thoughts while you ran through how easy it would be to just turn around and never come back. leaving your grandmother and all her things behind to return back to your life in seattle and just forget any of this ever existed.
…
since arriving on the res, an unfamiliar buzz in the back of your mind began to take root, your hips and back carrying the weight of it as you shifted uncomfortably in the driver’s seat, deciding to blame the nearly 4-hour drive on your soreness. despite your discomfort, it turned out that finding your way through the res and down some beaten old road to your grandmother’s house proved to be much easier than you remembered it being. maybe it was your mother’s incessant complaining about how annoying the drive was echoing in your subconscious, or maybe it was just your own inner critic - at the end of the day, who really cares what it was? you made it, and that was what mattered.
her house was even gloomier than you remembered it. the drizzle that had quickly turned into pouring rain not helping at all as you sprinted to the front door, fumbling around for a moment before you’d found the keys about three feet behind the pot billy had told you they would be under. last you remembered he was in a wheelchair, so you figured it wasn’t him who’d hid the key given that there were quite a few steps to hike up to get to the porch, but whoever he did get to hide the key clearly wasn’t great at following instructions.
frustration and a surge of emotions flowing through your system, you turned the key with shaky hands and pushed inside. as you should have expected, dust flew around everywhere and you quickly found yourself in a coughing fit as you stumbled into the house with your bags, shutting the door behind you in a weak attempt to keep the rain out despite the fact that you were already soaked from the few short seconds outside.
“fuck me,” you groaned, fumbling your hands along the wall until you felt the lightswitch, flicking it on. after a few seconds of flickering, the entryway and living room were illuminated, everything in almost exactly the same place as you’d remembered it being nearly a decade ago when you last visited. coughing again, you made quick work of moving over to the bay windows looking out into the towering evergreens in the backyard, cracking them open just enough to provide some ventilation while you figured out how on earth you were going to tackle cleaning and clearing out this entire place. thankfully, the downpour had been reduced to a drizzle, allowing you to get some fresh air without risking adding flooding the place to your ever-growing list of things to do.
a heavy sigh left your lips as you brought your hands to your hips, gently massaging them and your lower back. that drive wasn’t exactly easy, but you never remembered feeling that sore the last time you drove down. maybe you were just aging worse than you thought you were and chose to blame it on not working out enough instead of digging deeper.
deciding a walk might help you get some fresh air and, more importantly, clear your mind, you headed back over to the entryway to dig through your bags to find your rainboots and windbreaker. you hadn’t packed too much, not expecting to stay here for more than a week, only a couple of pairs of jeans, some shorts you now realized you definitely weren’t going to be wearing anytime soon thanks to how much cooled it was on the coast than it was in seattle, and a few sweatshirts and t-shirts.
at the bottom of your bag, you pulled out the same run-down pair of dark green rain boots you’d had since high school, and the windbreaker you’d borrowed from a friend in college but had forgotten to give back to her before she’d moved back home.
pulling on the boots and windbreaker, you mentally cursed yourself for losing touch with her and so many other friends from college. sure you all kept up with each other’s lives through social media, commenting on each other’s photos and messaging each other videos you’d found funny that reminded you of each other, but you rarely texted or called. you could be a better friend - actually, you would be a better friend when this was all over and settled, you decided. once the house was left behind you and you were able to cut off this part of your life for good, you’d reach back out and apologize for all the lost time and hope they felt the same.
no wonder your hips and back were so fucked up - carrying all that extra stress would be enough to make anyone break down. though, despite your explanation for the pain, you couldn’t shake that incessant, low buzzing noise in the back of your mind that had refused to leave since you’d set foot back on the res. it wasn’t particularly loud or annoying, but it was always there.
deciding against putting some headphones in, you headed down the short trail to the beach, the distant crashing waves doing more work for your nerves than any music ever could. the dirt below your boots and soaring evergreens canopying your view of the sky only lasted for a few moments before breaking away, rather suddenly shifting to wet, dark sand and cloudy skies that matched the deep ocean blue.
you paused for a moment and sucked in a few deep breaths, the salty air clearing your lungs and mind. you’d missed this. missed hearing the waves crashing against the shore, the soft swaying of the forest behind you, the wind brushing against your cheeks, along with a few raindrops here and there. it was peaceful, only a few other people walking up and down the beach as you began your walk down, sticking close enough to the water that the tide could wash waves over your boots every time it rolled in.
the last time you’d been on the beach was over a decade ago. your grandma had taken you down here for a walk, not unlike the one you were currently on, to help you clear your head while you two talked about all the different colleges you’d considered applying for and which ones you thought could be your top contenders. at the time, you’d been pretty insistent on traveling somewhere far away, looking way beyond seattle and instead looking across the country at colleges on the east coast. you’d insisted it was just because the better schools were on that coast, but you and your grandmother knew you just wanted to get away. you weren’t sure if your mom had understood that at the time, she seemed to view it more as a stupid way for you to drive yourself into an insurmountable amount of debt before you’d even hit 18, but then again, you two never seemed to see eye to eye on much.
your grandmother seemed to empathize with you a little more. as far as you knew, she’d never moved off the res, so you were surprised when she’d vocalized her support for you to travel while you were still young enough to do so. thankfully, you were able to attend a little college on the east coast and spent 4 years over there learning more about yourself and the world than you ever would’ve had you stayed in what you’d always known. as luck would have it, you landed a full-time job teaching in seattle shortly after you graduated so, even though you’d loved the few years you’d spent away, you found yourself back on the west coast.
when you first went to college, you used the distance as an excuse not to come home and visit ever. but even when you moved back, you couldn’t seem to bring yourself back to the res to visit your grandmother. it wasn’t ever intentional, at least not after a few years. by then, it had just become habit, the way things were with your life. you weren’t tied to la push at all, seattle was your home, and that was that.
continuing your walk down the beach, a familiar face waved at you. although you hadn’t seen her since you were in high school, sue clearwater had hardly aged, “oh sweetheart, how are you?” sue’s warmth radiated off of her as she called to you, quickly striding over to pull you into a tight hug.
of course she’d know you were back, she was the one who had originally reached out about your grandmother’s house just a few weeks ago and had helped with nearly all the funeral arrangements over a year ago when you couldn’t muster the strength to come back yet.
wrapping your arms around her to hug her back just as tight, you sucked in a deep breath, “hi sue,” you mumbled into her hair, tears forming in your eyes for just a moment before you blinked them away. no way were you about to be the girl who had a meltdown on the beach as soon as she came back to the res, “i’m okay,” you finally answered her original question after a moment.
although you didn’t have many memories of her from your minimal visits to la push as a kid, you did know that she had two children of her own, but you couldn’t remember who they were for the life of you.
she released you from the hug after another tight squeeze, sliding her hands to your shoulders to get a better look at you. looking at her up close, you could see how she’d looked a bit older than the last time that you saw her, though she was still just as beautiful as you’d remembered her. crows feet had formed at the corners of her eyes, likely from smiling so much, and the sun had darkened her skin to a much deeper olive tone. her eyes remained as kind as you’d remembered them being, if not more now that you too were older and could appreciate it more.
“did you just drive in?” she asked, the corners of her eyes crinkling in concern as she frowned when you quickly nodded, praying she couldn’t read you as well as you figured she could.
“do you want to talk about it?” her voice softened, and you knew she’d read you like a book. you took in a shaky breath, fearing your voice would betray you, so you just settled for shaking your head.
she gave you a sad, knowing smile before pulling you back into another hug. disguised as a simple gesture of affection, you knew she was also giving you a much-needed moment to compose yourself before you really let your suddenly rampant emotions get the better of you.
sue ran her hand up and down your back soothingly, “i know honey,” she murmured, “i just had a long talk with seth about life today. sounds like you both are going through it,” she chuckled softly, “except he wants something to change in his life and it’s looking like you need yours to calm down,” she mused, lips curling into a small smile when she heard you let out a breathy laugh.
seth was 100% the name of her son, and now you felt slightly worse that you couldn’t remember the name of her daughter. you knew they were both around your age but never had the chance to really interact with them, only seeing them from afar once or twice during your rare visits to the res.
confident you weren’t going to have a complete meltdown on the beach, she released you from the hug again, giving you another knowing smile when you sniffled and quickly brushed away the few tears that managed to escape your waterline.
“have you gotten settled yet? eaten anything since you got in?” her concern was evident in her tone, and before she even offered, you knew she’d be offering to bring you over some food. from the few times you’d seen her, you always remembered her bringing over some chicken and dumpling soup to your grandmother’s for you when you visited. you also remembered how much you loved it, so, despite feeling selfish for it, you were pretty hopeful she’d offer.
“i just got here and wanted to take a walk before dealing with everything in the house,” you confessed, unable to even try and offer an excuse as to why you hadn’t eaten yet when she jumped in.
“sweetheart, no wonder you’re so wound up,” sue soothed, and, if it were anyone else you’d have taken it personally but, from your minimal interactions with her, you knew she only meant well, “i’ll have seth or leah bring some dinner by the house tonight, okay?” she suggested.
“you really don’t have to sue, i’m sure my grandmother has something-” you started, but she cut you off with a quiet tut that only mothers seemed to know how to do successfully.
“you and i both know there’s nothing edible in that house except maybe those god awful canned sardines she insisted on eating,” you and sue both let out laughs at that before, her lips twitching in amusement before she continued, “it’s really no bother, seth needs to get out some more anyway. i’m sure he’d love to meet someone new,” she reassured, smiling when you conceded with a small sigh and nodded, matching her happy expression.
she gave you a moment to let it sink in before she was pulling you back into a hug, “are you okay heading back to the house? i can walk you back if you need someone, you know your grandmother was a close friend of mine,” she reminded, giving you another tight squeeze when you hummed and nodded.
“i’ll be alright,” you reassured, “but i have your number if anything comes up,” you added after a moment, knowing she likely wouldn’t let you go back on your own if she had even the slightest suspicion you’d break down on the walk back.
she gave you a satisfied hum, “i’ll have him run it by in just a little bit then, okay? and you let me know when you need help with anything. you’re a part of this community and we support each other,” she reminded again and you nodded.
“even after everything?” you whispered after a moment, tears clouding your vision again as you recalled your complete refusal to return to la push and help when your grandmother had originally passed, instead passing it all onto the community.
“especially after everything,” sue reassured, offering you that sad, knowing smile when a few more tears skipped past your waterline and ran down your cheeks. if you knew anything from your grandmother’s relationship with her, you knew it was okay to cry in front of sue.
she gently thumbed away the stray tears, “you get home safe, okay? seth’ll be over soon and you can keep him as long as you want. or kick him out right away if he starts talking too much,” she teased, smiling again when you giggled and sniffled, quickly wiping away the stray tears with your windbreaker before nodding.
“thanks sue,” you murmured, letting out a heavy exhale when she squeezed your shoulders one more time for good measure before sending you on your way back down the beach and down the trail leading back to your temporary home.
…
the walk home gives you a much-needed reality check. you were never this emotional. you’d learned to keep a tight leash on your feelings at a young age, fear of adding to your mom’s stress keeping you a mostly docile and happy kid, turned teen, turned adult. so your little meltdown in front of sue (it was just a few tears but you definitely treated it like a monsoon had hijacked your emotions in front of her) was a shock to say the least.
you still couldn’t shake that nagging in the back of your mind or the dull ache in your hips and back, and now, post-meltdown, they seemed to be irritating you even more. so when you got home, you were quick to lock yourself inside and figure out where you were going to be sleeping for the night because it sure as hell wasn’t going to be the bed your grandmother had died in.
it took some dusting and quite a few disinfectant wipes but soon enough, you’d managed to clear the couch in the living room to some sort of hygienic standards, along with the side table. in a vain attempt to bring some normalcy to the situation, you began unpacking a few belongings. notably adding your hydroflask to the side table, phone charger, your favorite throw blanket, along with a few books you’d vowed to yourself you’d actually read this summer break.
getting settled on the couch didn’t take long, the exhaustion from the day shutting down any qualms you’d normally have about staying alone in an unfamiliar (could you even call it that?) place and, more concerningly, the home of your dead grandmother. you got on your phone, sending sue a quick text that you’d gotten back okay before scrolling through tiktok to numb your thoughts while you waited for sue’s son to come by.
unsurprisingly, tiktok didn’t seem to work to calm your anxiety and after seeing one too many ill-timed true crime videos about single women going missing, you decided to set your phone back on the side table and take a shower instead.
if there was one thing you were grateful for about your grandmother’s house, it was her disproportionately large bathroom, the clawfoot tub in the back taking up most of the room. one of these days, before you headed back to seattle and once you cleaned the place out and scrubbed the tub enough that you were sure there wasn’t any weird shit growing in there, you’d make sure to take a bath in there. for now, though, you settled on the shower in the corner.
it didn’t match the extravagance of the clawfoot tub, but then again, how many things in life could compare to a good clawfoot tub? not many you decided as you got the shower turned on, pulling the handle all the way over so get it as steamy in there as possible.
you headed back into the living room to grab some pajamas, settling for some plaid boxer shorts and a sweatshirt from your college before padding over to the bathroom to get undressed. peeling away your hoodie and jeans felt cathartic in a way, physically allowing the chaos of the day to be shed from your skin despite the incessant ache deep in your bones and nagging, buzzing anxiety in the back of your mind.
stepping into the heat of the shower, you let out a heavy sigh of relief when you felt the way the water immediately encompassed you, enveloping you in its warm embrace. before you could even think about beginning to wash your hair, your fingers found their way to your hips and lower back, eyes falling closed as you slowly kneaded at the tender flesh there.
although it didn’t relieve the ache, the combination of the heat from the water and your ministrations dulled it enough for it to be bearable for the time being. you weren’t entirely sure how on earth you were going to sleep with that pain, but decided that would be a problem for future you to figure out as you pumped some shampoo onto your hands and brushed it through your hair.
taking your time, you lathered some conditioner into your hair next, making sure you focused all your energy into that instead of allowing your thoughts to continue wandering since that clearly wasn’t doing you any good these days.
getting some body wash onto your loofah, you steadily scrubbed yourself, gradually washing away the stress of the day in a thwarted try at physically and metaphorically cleansing yourself enough to wash away the pain of the past and present. the more you washed, the more you realized just how much grief was coming back now dug up and exposed.
you’d buried your past alive and it was now clawing its way to the surface as you were forced to deal with your grandmother’s untimely death, the stagnant memories of her from your childhood, and the grief you carried from it all.
“for fuck’s sake-” you snapped, your tears once again pouring down your cheeks and mingling with the condensation from the shower.
you didn’t even bother attempting to calm yourself down, throwing the loofah down like it had personally offended you and turning the shower off rather abruptly. your fingers wasted no time finding their way to your hair, wringing it out before grabbing a towel so you could dry yourself off with it.
had these things even been washed since your grandmother died? what if this was the towel she used before she died? oh my fucking god.
your thoughts spiralling out of control, you made a halfassed attempt at drying yourself off before tugging on your shorts and sweatshirt, “fuck this fucking house and this town-” you angrily rambled to yourself as you stumbled out into the living room, the wood creaking underneath your feet just adding to your rage.
you seriously needed to get it together before this clearwater kid came over and saw you like this. with your luck, he’d probably tell the whole town exactly what he saw, and you’d be exiled before you even had the chance to spend a night here.
your feet sticking to the wood thanks to your shitty dry job only brought fuel to the fire while you vainly went in search of your phone to look up some youtube meditation video. maybe some random white guy on the internet would be able to talk you out of the rage. yea. right.
out of the corner of your eye, you caught movement in the backyard through those big bay windows you’d cracked before your walk.
“oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding me right now,” you started, almost immediately getting redirected when you saw a man nearly double your size stripping out of his clothes in the middle of your grandmother’s backyard, just past the treeline.
before you could even form a rational thought, you were storming outside yelling, “what the fuck are you doing? what is this? some kind of strip club? it’s fucking la push bitch!”
apparently, taking your anger out on the random, half-naked man in your yard was your new form of anger management. real mature.
you weren’t entirely sure he’d even heard you because, as he turned around to face you, he looked more shocked than anything. though, you didn’t have to ponder his emotional state for long before he was shaking, his expression almost immediately morphing into one of anger.
you weren’t sure who was angrier, you or him. you weren’t shaking, but your hips and back felt like they were going to explode from the pressure and pain. you also couldn’t recall a time when you’d felt this much fury before. it was seeping into your bones, and you were suddenly flooded with memories, some you could absolutely identify as yours, but some others you couldn’t quite place your finger on, despite how familiar they felt to you.
the final straw came as the man in front of you, seemingly defying every physics law imaginable, transformed into a giant silver wolf right before your eyes. it didn’t help the rage coursing through your system, and your vision was quickly spinning, only lasting a few moments before fading entirely as you collapsed to the ground, your last view one of the massive wolf towering over you.
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─── ❅ If someone had told you a month ago that you’d be baking enough cookies to feed a whole army you would've told them that they were crazy.
Yet there you were in Emily and Sam’s kitchen chatting away with Emily while you put the fifth tray of cookies in the oven.
Your arms were sore, your hands were dry from how often you were washing them and your legs were tired from how long you had been walking back and forth around the kitchen.
“How have things been? With Embry?” questioned Emily mixing chocolate chips into cookie dough.
The question caused you to shyly avoid eye contact, “We’re okay. He’s being respectful and we agreed to take it slow since I’m so new to this world.”
Emily hummed in contentment, “Yeah, Embry is a nice boy.”
“We’ve already had our first fight but I don’t think I'm necessarily in the wrong,” you trailed off sifting cocoa powder into a bowl.
Emily gently rubbed your back in consolation, “What was it about if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Of course not. It was about this fight against the vampire army. I don’t know how I feel about all of them risking their lives, about him risking his life,” your eyes grew misty the thought of losing him so soon scaring you immensely.
Emily paused for a second before giving you a smile, “ I understand it isn’t easy but their job is to keep humans safe. To keep vampires off our lands and ensure they don’t kill anyone. Plus, what do you think is the driving force behind his diligence in training and patrol?”
You tilted your head in confusion before it hit you causing you to look away from her knowing gaze.
“You. He’s doing it to keep you safe and away from harm's way,” her gaze turned teasing, “He’d fly into outer space and bring you a star if you just asked him.”
“Oh my god,” you moved away from Emily trying to pretend like you couldn’t feel the heat crawling up your neck.
Before you could recover from Emily’s emotional attack the sound of the front door creaking open and the boys’ happy laughter filled your ears. The boys greeted the two of you happily, the smell of freshly baked cookies teasing them their whole way home.
Sam immediately curled himself around Emily embracing her lovingly before stealing a cookie from the tray behind her.
“Wait until everyone is here,” Emily swatted his hand away but there was no way she’d stop him when he was smiling so widely.
Embry walked over to you carefully trying to gauge your level of anger unsure whether you were still upset at him. You greeted him with a timid smile showing him you weren’t upset anymore.
In the pack’s eyes, Embry was their most well-adjusted member alongside Quil. They all had their less than perfect moments but Embry managed to maintain himself calm more often than not.
He was amazingly kind to you from the moment your eyes met and he had imprinted on you. He took things slowly not wanting to scare you off. Letting you know about his situation and the imprinting had his heart beating a thousand beats per minute.
Fortunately, you had been very understanding and surprisingly excited to see his wolf form. He was worried about scaring you off but he was impressed by how quickly you had adapted and how seamlessly you integrated into his life.
“Hey,” he whispered, fully aware of his nosy pack mates listening to every word.
They were all aware of your argument. How could they not be when he had been replaying it over and over again in his own head? All the members with imprints had been in his place and the ones who hadn’t understood anyways.
None of them would be compliant if the roles were reversed and their imprints were putting themselves in danger but it was a necessary sacrifice they had to make.
“Hey,” you whispered back, taking his arm before leading him outside. The pack would be listening in regardless of the walls between them and you but you felt better with the faux privacy.
The both of you went to speak pausing as you saw each other open your mouths.
“You first,” ever the gentleman Embry gave you priority.
“I understand why you need to battle the army but that doesn’t mean I won’t be worried sick every time you step out the door,” your arms went around his neck needing him to be closer to you.
His arms rounded your waist pulling you even closer, “I know sweetheart but I need to do this. I can’t promise that I’ll survive because we’re all taking a risk but I can promise to fight like hell to get back to you.”
“That’s all I can ask for,” you gave him a quick peck but his hand cupped your face before you could pull away.
He deepened the kiss pouring all the unsaid words into it hoping you’d know what he was trying to say.
He pulled away slightly flushed as he heard the hushed whispers of congratulations from his pack members inside, “You taste like cinnamon.”
You smiled up at him and he swore his heart almost stopped beating at how cute you looked.
“I might’ve had a cookie or two to taste test,” you admitted.
“Taste testing, of course,” he teased, grinning at you.
“Okay, I’ll admit it. Me and Emily had some before you guys arrived because they’re always gone in ten seconds flat,” your hand playfully swatted his chest as he laughed at your admission.
“Come on, let’s head inside before we’re both left without cookies,” he took your hand, squeezing it three times as he led you back inside.
A small smile graced his lips as he felt three squeezes in return. A warmth settled onto both of your chests reassuring you that everything would turn out okay. That was all that you could really ask for. Your new family to be safe.
embry imprinted on you on a day you could barely move.
you were curled up in the back of the library, hidden between the nonfiction shelves, face tucked into your knees because your meds hadn’t kicked in and the pain was too loud to ignore.
you were trying so hard to be quiet. then someone crouched in front of you, the scent of pine and warmth filling your senses.
and when you looked up, his eyes were already broken for you.
his first instinct was to touch, to comfort, but the second he saw your expression, he stopped cold.
“can i…?” he whispered, voice low, heart in his throat.
you nodded, barely, and he knelt beside you for hours, not even asking your name. just being there.
you didn’t know what imprinting meant at first, but embry explained it gently, without pressure.
“it doesn’t mean you owe me anything,” he promised. “it just means i’m always gonna be here, if you want me to be.”
and somehow… that meant everything. no expectations. just him.
embry is the kind of person who learns your body language better than anyone.
the way your eyebrows knit when a wave of pain starts building. the tremble in your fingers when it’s a bad day. the tightness around your mouth when you’re trying to push through it.
he notices it all, and never makes you say it out loud.
he’s a gentle giant when it comes to your pain.
always warm hands on your back, a strong arm around you, carrying you when you can’t walk another step, whispering,
“i’ve got you. just lean on me, sweetheart.”
he stockpiles your medications like a soldier preparing for battle.
always making sure you’re not running low, double-checking expiration dates, calling pharmacies if there’s an issue.
he’ll stay on hold for hours if it means getting your refill in time.
you once woke up from a pain nap to find him curled on the couch with your insurance card in one hand and his phone on speaker. “yeah, hi—sorry, just wanna make sure her prescription gets covered. she needs it.”
on nights where the pain makes you sob uncontrollably, clutching blankets, biting your lip raw, rocking to find some kind of peace, embry never flinches.
he’ll pull you into his lap, wrap his arms around your body, and just hold you.
“you’re not alone. you’re not weak. i’m here. i’m right here, baby.”
he says it like a mantra, over and over, heart breaking every time you cry harder into his chest.
and when the pain finally starts to dull, whether from meds or sheer exhaustion, he presses soft kisses to your hairline.
“there you go. that’s it. just breathe. you made it through. i’m proud of you.”
embry learns your pain scales like second nature. he knows what a “6” looks like in your eyes, what a “9” sounds like in your voice, and when it’s a “10” but you’re still pretending it’s fine.
“baby,” he’ll murmur, crouching beside you. “please, don’t hide it from me. you don’t have to do this alone. let me carry it with you.”
he never sees you as a burden. not once.
you tried to pull away once, whispering through tears that he deserved someone without this much pain, someone “normal.”
he nearly shattered.
“yoy are not a burden,” he said, voice hoarse. “you’re mine. you’re everything. if you hurt, i hurt. and i’ll stay, every single day. no matter what.”
you once overheard him praying to the moon. not asking for your pain to go away, but just asking for the strength to carry you through it.
“let me be enough for her. let me help. let her feel peace, even if just for one night.”
sometimes, when the pain becomes too much to bear and you collapse into tears, embarrassed, he pulls you close and tells you:
“cry. scream. cuss the universe out if you need to. you’re allowed to be mad. you’re allowed to hate this. but you’re never allowed to believe you’re weak. baby, you’re the strongest person i’ve ever met.”
he gets into little rituals with you:
heating pads always warm and ready.
your favorite playlist queued up to help distract you through pain flares.
cuddling under weighted blankets with his arms around you, his chest a solid heartbeat against your back.
bringing you water, snacks, meds, tea, soft fuzzy socks. everything before you even ask.
and he brings little joys into your life when everything feels dark.
tiny flowers pressed into your journal pages.
handwritten sticky notes with dumb wolf jokes or puns like: “howl you doing today, beautiful?” and he draws a tiny wolf howling under the moon next to it.
polaroids of the sunrise or your smile when you weren’t looking.
when you’re feeling okay, he still treats you like you’re made of stardust.
lifting you into his arms like you weigh nothing, spinning you around with a goofy grin, peppering your face in kisses.
“look at you, beautiful. sunshine incarnate. still the strongest person i know.”
the pack adores you, but they learn quickly not to overwhelm you.
embry makes sure they understand your limits, your space, your needs. they become fiercely protective in their own way, but embry is your guardian wolf. always has been.
sometimes, when you cry just from sheer exhaustion, from the grind of living like this every day, embry will lie down beside you and cry too.
not because he’s weak. but because he feels it all. and he refuses to let you cry alone.
you once asked him, in a broken whisper, “are you sure you still want this?”
and he looked at you like the question shattered him.
“i didn’t choose to imprint on you,” he said. “but if i could choose? i’d choose you. every. damn. time.”
on especially hard days, embry uses his wolf heat to help you.
he presses his body against yours, radiating warmth that eases your muscles better than any heating pad ever could. he’ll let you drape across him like a heating blanket come to life, whispering,
HEADCANON: When you are the oldest and have to help take care of your younger siblings.
pairing: embry call, paul lahote, jared cameron, jacob black, quil ateara, seth clearwater, leah clearwater x female!reader
warning: not proofread
word count: 1831
EMBRY CALL
He was utterly blown away the first time he visited your house. The entire structure was beaming with chaotic energy. Toys of all kinds from wooden blocks, toy cars, and dolls were scattered messily all over the floor. Screams of joy boomed in the hallways as you tiredly but happily watched over your younger siblings.
Now being an only child growing up, Embry slowly adjusted to this burst of wild unfading enthusiasm. Your siblings absolutely love him when he comes by. He helps you anyways he can to take some of the heavy responsibilities off your shoulders. You were beyond grateful for his help, it's really a breath of fresh air to not be the only one handling so many things at once.
The house was a lot more maintained and slightly lower in volume as Embry being the calm and patient boyfriend he is had no problems helping your younger siblings understand how their actions have great big impacts. There have been so many moments where you realized that you really did find your soulmate. He’s so gentle yet protective of all of you when he feels like it is necessary. Never again will Embry feel a tinge of loneliness, cause he’s always welcome at your house anytime.
PAUL LAHOTE
When you first introduced Paul to your younger siblings, they were honestly a bit scared. But with time, they opened up to him and he was overjoyed. He’s a tough guy outside, but at your house, he’s known to be a gentle giant. The way he handles certain situations was beyond amazing. However, as much as he helps take care of them, he’s also made a big effort to take care of you as well.
You may insist that you don’t need it though those words never stick to him. Sometimes he would even go as far as taking over the entire day of chores just so you can have a break. It's tiring for you both, but it’s all worthwhile when you see and hear how happy your siblings are.
As you watch how caring your boyfriend is to your younger siblings, you couldn’t help feeling that some part of him was healing. It’s just something in the way he looks so fulfilled when he was around you and your younger siblings. Since your parents are always away working, you’ve made it clear to Paul that he can stay for as long as he wants.
He was hesitant at first seeing that this was a big step. Though with the help of your siblings, you were all able to convince him that they needed him as much as he needed you guys. This was true bliss for Paul.
JARED CAMERON
The connection was instant. Your siblings absolutely love your goofball of a boyfriend. He is so playful and as energetic as them that the days seem to be shortened with how much fun you all have. Pillow forts, cardboard castles, water balloon fights, and so much more has happened. There’s never a bland day when Jared comes by to hangout with you guys.
Every second, there seems to be something happening in or out the house. But when it comes time to wind down, he helps as much as he can. After your siblings take a break from a day of playing, you take the opportunity to clean some of the messes left around. Of course, he couldn’t let you do that all by yourself since he is responsible for helping cause it. Once a messy house became a clean spotless home.
Whenever it comes time to leave, your siblings practically cling onto him for dear life. They whine loudly at the door about him having to leave. Two of them even got teary eyed, but Jared made a promise that he would always come back. And he would. He wouldn’t miss a chance to hang out with you guys
JACOB BLACK
He grew up being the younger brother to his twin older sisters, Rachel and Rebecca. So now having to swap roles, he was ecstatic. He takes his job being the older brother of your younger siblings very seriously. He can be so fun yet so stern when he is around. Either way, your siblings love to be around him, especially your younger brothers.
The boys love to play with Jake since he lets them be a little more rough with each other. You being the older sister would almost never let them do that in fear that they might get hurt. It was a funny dynamic between you and Jake, almost like good cop vs bad cop but in a good way. Your siblings love how fun it was to be around Jake while loving how caring yet serious you are to balance energy around the house.
Your younger sisters also love to have Jake participate in their make believe party. Now if it were any other person, they probably would not be as interested. But then there is Jake who is fully submersed into the role he was given. He would go all out, no matter how ridiculous he looks with the poorly applied make up and doll hair. Then when the fun is all over, Jake makes sure that he does most of the clean up work. As soon as he sees you do more than you should, he makes you sit down and relax. You’ve done more than enough, now it’s your time to rest.
He knows this is the reality of your daily life, so anyway he can help ease the stress of taking care of your siblings goes a long way. When he has to go, he goes but not without worrying. That is also why whenever he can, he’d make a quick trip to come by to see how you guys are doing, he just can’t rest easy. It’s become a habit of his and you don’t really mind seeing how your siblings are always thrilled to come over and you get some extra help.
QUIL ATEARA
Quil was never really that fond of kids. Before meeting your siblings, he thought they were all just loud and obnoxious. And he was absolutely right when he met all your younger siblings at the same time. They practically drained him of all his energy by the end of the day. But to say he didn’t have fun would be an understatement.
He would come by every day if he could. Life was so much happier when he was hanging around all of you. He felt whole as he helped you around the house. He’s never been better. It’s a feeling only those who experience what he is going through knows. Maturity went a long way when he was around as he learned how to be patient and caring.
He’s spent countless sleepovers at your place which also meant countless sleepless nights. Giggling and laughter would last until early morning. When it became one of those nights where you and your siblings can’t fall asleep in the living room, Quil would show his story telling abilities. And he was amazing at it. So many times, you’ve found yourself asking him how the story ends, but he’d always winks and put a finger over his lips. He can’t tell you just yet, he’d need to wait for the next sleepover. But he’ll eventually get to it, and it’s always something you all to never expect.
SETH CLEARWATER
Seth became the happiest guy on earth. He had only ever known what it felt like being the younger brother, but now as the big brother to your younger siblings, he felt like the stars have finally aligned. He’s always wished he had more siblings as a kid but this was still a dream come true.
He is zooming around the room with your siblings as they run giggling away. You just sit by and watch. It’s fantastic with how he manages all of them at once. It’s like he never loses energy when he plays with them. So much positive energy was flowing around you that it felt like paradise. The screams and laughter don’t get any lower, but it's really better that way.
Seth teaches them so many new games that they can try out, of course with you knowing first. He’s also willing to stop by if you need to get some errands done like grocery shopping. But then again, he’d probably make the suggestion to tag along with you and to bring your siblings too. Definitely a funner trip to the store with Seth driving and singing along with your younger siblings at the song that was playing on the radio.
When it came time to buy what was needed, you being the big sister had to put your foot down at times to what your siblings were bringing your attention to which was mostly junk food or toys. However without you knowing, Seth brought his own basket and had whatever your siblings wanted put into his basket. It was their little secret after you were done paying for your things, Seth rang up what he had in the basket. He for sure earned the title of best big brother in the world with how he makes sure that nothing but joy surrounds you all.
LEAH CLEARWATER
Leah knew what it was like being a big sister but what you had was totally different. She thought helping raise Seth was hard, but you, your hands were not just full, they were overflowing with responsibilities. So being the amazing girlfriend she was, she sprang into action. It was quite difficult managing so many kids at once but after a few visits, she immediately got the hang of it. Your younger siblings were floored to have another big sister.
Any time she comes to visit, she can’t even make it through the door before they all come running out to hug her. She was so much happier hanging around you guys. Nothing seemed to bother her at all. She was so understanding and reliable when it came time to tell her about how bad your stress levels were. She comforts you anyway as she gets what you need.
Everything became so much easier with her around. She’s a great role model for your siblings. She teaches them how to be kind yet strong. She’s so caring, it’s almost indescribable with how far she would go to help stop one of your younger siblings to stop crying. She would stop what she is doing and pour all her focus to make them feel better from whatever that was bothering them.
Your younger siblings put as much trust in her as they do with you. It means the whole world to Leah when she sees that. They can come to her when they want to for anything. She’ll be there in a heartbeat. Without a doubt when Leah is by your side, you two become unstoppable.
js saw this vid on tt and maybe embry is working at a haunted house for halloween with a mask and the reader and her friends come to go through the haunted house and the reader either doesn’t know or forgets that embry works and she gets separated and embry finds her, scares her, but then leads to a quick heated makeout next to a camera, next day embry’s boss is like who tf did u kiss last night lol
okay ! hope you enjoy :)
lost all my friends - embry x reader
October rolls in with thunderstorms and fog. Everyone’s buzzing about plans, including your friends. They get on your nerves about it.
“Sorry I can’t hang this weekend, I have work. Are you going to the new haunted house that they’ve just opened up?” Embry asked you as you walk him outside to the porch. Your heated cuddling session ran out of time.
“No. It’s gonna rain that night and I don’t wanna be wet.” you say sadly a bit. You were going to miss him.
He gave a sympathetic smile, “It’s not going to last long though. Just please go so you can have a good time. Then, you can tell me all about it.”
You watch as he makes his exit before you close your front door. You missed him already.
You go because you wanted to feel something. You go because you’re bored, and autumn makes you restless.
The entrance is way more intense than you expect. Creepy music is there to get everyone into the mood.
Fog machines. Screeching sound effects. Strobe lights. Actors dragging chains along the dirt. People screaming ahead of you. Your friends latch onto your arms like you’re the safe one. They almost sag you down with their weight but you balance yourself.
“Let’s just walk fast.” you tell them, but the actor, a bride who had been slaughter, shuffles forward to jump scare you all and your group is swallowed into the dark path.
Flashes of light.
Shadows lunging.
Animatronics snapping forward.
You’re jolt from the surprise.
Your friends squeal and cling.
And at some point, someone pushes you too hard around a corner when your group gets scared again. You all run away in different directions.
You lose them. The path splits, the fog thickens, the screams dissolve behind you. You don’t know where to look.
You groan as you dragged your feet trying to find them, you couldn’t even distinguish where they’ve could’ve went because people were walking and moving past you.
The wind shivers the branches above.
There are faint footsteps behind you, gravel crunching.
You squint into the dark and see a silhouette.
Tall and broad.
Much bigger than the usual actors. You can tell it was a man but he doesn’t move, just stands there with a tilted head. Body angled toward you.
A cracked skull mask hides his face entirely.
You swallowed with anxiousness as you slowly walk backwards but he’s not letting you out of his sight.
You widen your eyes before booking into a run. The figure runs after you. You push your legs as fast as you could before you skid to a stop as there’s nothing but tarp. He grabs you in a bear hug as you scream.
Taking off his mask, Embry is doubling over a bit laugh.
“Seriously?!” you push him.
“I’m sorry- I’m sorry.” he says chuckling.
“It’s not funny.” you say as you press your palms to his chest but he weakens your touch as he’s closer, keeping your hands to his chest as he steps into your space.
“It was a bit funny.” he chuckles. You shake your head a bit as he lays a touch of kiss to your lips. You groan as you jerk your head away.
“Don’t be mad.” he cooed.
“I’m not.” you persuade with arms around his neck.
“Where’s your friends? Why are you by yourself, anyway?”
“Lost all my friends.” you explain simply with a shrug.
“That sucks.”
“Yeah.” you sigh.
He walks you both backwards. The area you were both in was quiet and dark besides the faint screams.
“Didn’t mean to scare you that bad.”
“You didn’t.” you say.
His eyes flick down to your lips.
You rise onto your toes and kiss him. It was soft at first. It was testing. It was like a slow exhale.
Then he grabs your waist, pulls you into him and the kiss deepens instantly.
It was warm, careful, then not careful at all.
Your back presses against the wall.
His body cages yours in. His breath mixes with yours, his thumb strokes your jaw.
You make a sound you didn’t mean to make, and he groans quiet, but enough to pull you deeper into him. You forget about everything except the heat of him and the way he kisses like he’s been waiting months for this.
Embry strolls into work the next night like nothing happened.
His boss is waiting, arms crossed, expression lethal.
“Embry.”
“Yeah?”
“Let’s talk for a minute.”
He beckons Embry with two fingers before telling Embry to shut his office door behind him.
The boss points to the security footage from the night before.
Two blurry figures.
One of them definitely Embry’s height in Embry’s costume.
“Who,” the boss says slowly, “The hell did you kiss last night? You’re supposed to be working, not scaring people with your tongue.”
Embry scratched the nape of his neck.
“…Uh…No comment.”
“Really?” they add bass to their voice with raised eyebrows. They only shake their head at his lack of explanation.
Embry just walks past him, trying not to grin like an idiot. He would be lying to say he regret that moment.
Request: Yes / No Okay... I had my Jacob smut; I'll happily have some Embry fluff on the side, pretty please 🙏 @fandom-princess-forevermore
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Embry Call x Fem!Reader
Word count: 1067
Warnings: Nothing, Just fluff!
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I wake up to the sound of the ocean. Not the loud, crushing kind- just the steady hush of waves rolling in and pulling back, like the tide is breathing. The window is cracked open, letting in cool, salty air that mixes with the warmth of the bed and the steady heat of the body pressed against mine. Embry.
I don’t open my eyes right away, I don’t need to. I know exactly where I am by the weight of his arms around my waist, by the solid rise and fall of his chest beneath my cheek, by the faint scent of pine and salt and him that has become the definition of safe. I shifted slightly, nose brushing his skin, and he stirs almost immediately. Of course he does.
“Mornin’” He murmurs, voice still rough with sleep.
I smile against his best. “You’re awake already?”
He chuckles softly, the sound vibrating through him and into me. “You moved.”
“That’s it?” I tease. “I breathe differently, and you’re alert?”
“Pretty much.”
I tilted my head up, finally opening my eyes. He’s already looking down at me, dark hair mess, eyes warm and soft in that way that still makes my chest ache a little. Like he’s seeing something precious every time he looks at me.
“Morning.” I say, quietly.
He leans down and presses a kiss to my forehead, slow and lingering. Not rushed, never rushed. I melt into it, because I always do. La Push mornings are my favorite. They’re quiet in a way that feels intentional, like the world hasn’t woken up yet because it knows better than to interrupt. The sky is gray but gentle, clouds hanging low over the water, and everything smells like damp earth and ocean spray.
Embry’s room is small but lived-in. A few posters peeling slightly at the corners, clothes folded neatly enough to show effort, not perfection. The walls hum faintly with warmth from his presence- it’s something I’ve noticed over time, how rooms feel different when he’s been in them for a while. I stretch lazily, legs tangling with his.
He groans dramatically. “You’re gonna make me get up.”
“Good.” I say sweetly. “Breakfast exists.”
He squints at me. “You’re evil in the morning.”
I grin. “You love it.”
He snorts but rolls out of bed anyway, tugging me with him until I squeak and nearly tumble off the mattress.
“Embry!”
He laughs, hands steadying me instantly. “Sorry. Reflex.”
I glare at him for half a second before laughing too, because it’s impossible to stay annoyed when he looks at me like that- like he’s won something just by waking up next to me.
We end up on the beach not long after, shoes abandoned in the sand, jeans rolled up, coffee steaming in mismatched mugs. The ocean is restless today, but calm enough to wade into. Embry walks ahead of me, hands shoved into his jacket pockets, shoulders relaxed. He looks… lighter lately. Happier. I think I might be part of the reason.
“You’re staring.” He says without turning around.
I shrug. “Can’t help it.”
He turns then, eyebrows raised, that teasing half-smile playing at his lips.
“That so?”
I step closer, reaching out to lace my fingers through his. His hand is warm- always warmer than it should be, but I don’t think much of it anymore.
“Yeah.” I say simply. “I like you.”
He laughs, full and genuine. “Wow. Bold confession.”
“I know. Took a lot of courage.”
He bumps his shoulder into mine as we walk. “Good thing I like you too.”
We stop near the waterline, watching waves curl and break, foam rushing around our feet. I lean into his side, resting my head against his shoulder. This… this quiet… is something I never knew I needed until I had it.
Pack life is… loud. Not in the way people think, there aren’t always arguments of chaos, but there’s always something. Energy. Movement. That constant undercurrent of connection humming just beneath the surface. I’m not part of it in the way they are, but I’m close enough to feel it. Embry is different with me than he is with the pack. Softer. More grounded. Like he doesn’t have to carry the weight of being something more when it’s just us. Sometimes, I catch him watching me the way someone watches the horizon. Steady, thoughtful, like he’s anchoring himself. It makes my chest ache in the best way.
Later that afternoon, we’re back at his place, sprawled on the couch. I’m hald-curled against him, legs draped over his lap while he absentmindedly plays with my hair. His fingers are gentle and careful.
“Jake’s gonna come by later.” He says casually. “Said something about burgers.”
I laugh. “Of course he did.”
Embry grins. “You okay with that?”
“Yeah,” I say easily. “I like them.”
He relaxes slightly at that, like he hadn’t realized he was waiting for my answer.
I reached up and tap his chin. “You know you don’t have to ask, right?”
“I know.” He says quietly. “I just… want you comfortable.”
I smile, heart swelling. “I am, with you.”
He leans doen and kisses me, not rushed or hungry, just warm, steady, and sure. Like a promise rather than a question.
That night, after the house quiets and the pack noise fades into something distant and manageable, we lie in bed again, limbs tangled, the sound of rain tapping against the windows.
“Hey.” I whisper.
“Yeah?”
“Do you ever think about… later?” I ask softly. “Not tomorrow, or next week. Just… later.”
He’s quiet for a moment. I can almost feel his thoughts shifting.
“Yeah,” He says finally. “All the time.”
I look up at him. “And?”
He meets my gaze, serious but calm. “I see you.”
The simplicity of it hits me harder than anything else could.
“Me?” I ask, even though I already know.
“Yeah,” He says. “Right here with me. Wherever that ends up being.”
I smile, pressing my forehead to his. “Good, because I see you too.”
His arm tightens around me, protective without being suffocating. Outside, the tide keeps moving. Coming in. Pulling back. But here, I know one thing with absolute certainty, no matter how wild the world gets, no matter how fast things change, I will always find my way back to him. And he will always be there, waiting. Just like the tide.
Summary: You were best friends with Embry, Jacob and Quil. And you saw how each one of them walked away from you. What will happen when out of nowhere they try to fix their relationship?
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When the Jeep parked in front of your house, you shouted at Chris to leave and let you be alone while you hobbled as quickly as you could to the porch. Upon entering the house, you slammed the door shut behind you and leaned against it while grabbing the hockey stick your father used to play with every weekend. Your mother hated that he left it lying by the entrance and always scolded him for it; right now, you were grateful he hadn’t listened those times.
You tightened your grip on the stick and began to crawl around the house with your back against the wall, turning on all the lights as you entered the rooms. Once the ground floor was clear, you did the same on the second floor, and when it was equally empty, you locked your door, placed a chair under the doorknob, and dragged your largest piece of furniture in front of the window, completely covering it. You spent the rest of the night sitting in a corner and managed to rest only when you heard your parents’ voices.
You were on your fifth day when you finally reached your breaking point. You had endured the incessant pain in your arms and head, but your back simply couldn’t bear your weight for another second. Your body was still full of foam when you wrapped yourself in a towel and called Sue Clearwater, asking her to please come to your house with her medical supplies. Sue was a specialized nurse, and many people in the reservation called her when there was a minor accident, as her expertise was in demand. You told her it was urgent because you knew otherwise she wouldn’t come to see you.
The people in the reservation were quite... gossipy. Whatever happened there spread like wildfire and was on everyone’s lips for months, so the breakup between Leah and Sam a few years ago kept everyone on edge for several months. It was a spark that only reignited when the town began to notice that Leah’s very own cousin, Emily, was meeting Sam in the woods almost every day. You remember how your parents talked about it even at the market with people they knew, how everyone told Sue how "sorry" they were.
After that incident, most of the calls to her were for minor injuries, accompanied by awkward questions about her daughter’s state and her niece’s terrible attitude, so she had given up on the idea of helping. She did so at a good time, as just a week later, Emily and Sam's relationship became official.
“I hate men” Umma declared holding her head.
Embry, Quil, Umma and you were in the library preparing an essay for history, when your classmate suddenly spoke.
“What are you talking about?” you asked distractedly.
“About Emily and Sam, silly” Quil replied, taking the blue pen from your hand that you were working with. He wasn’t doing anything important, really; he was just drawing shapes in one of the books.
Embry, who was picking up some books from a shelf, jumped next to you and whispered in your ear “The new gossip in town, aren’t you paying attention?”
You snatched the books from his hands while he smiled from ear to ear; annoying you was his favorite hobby, and any reaction you gave simply fueled him “I only pay attention to things that concern me; what strangers do in their private lives doesn’t interest me”
Embry took a chair from another table and sat next to you. He stared at you for a few seconds when suddenly touched your forehead with his index finger “You’re going to wrinkle” he said, pointing at your furrowed brow.
You swatted his hand away and sat up straighter, crossing your arms in front of you “Can you explain what their relationship has to do with your hatred?” you asked your classmate.
“Because everyone can leave you for someone else” she emphasized, pointing at your friends. “Like Sam, leaving his girlfriend for his girlfriend's COUSIN” the last part was a loud whisper, accompanied by a horrified expression directed at the boys.
“Don’t look at me; if the girl is hot, it’s reason enough” Quil commented, still focused on whatever he was writing.
“You're disgusting” you and Umma said at the same time, both throwing erasers at him. You could hear the other people in the library asking for silence over the laughter of your friends at your table.
A knock on the door pulled you from your thoughts. You turned your neck so quickly it cracked, and you swiftly grabbed the hockey stick that was on the toilet, still carrying it with you. A stupid move considering that if someone were going to attack you, they wouldn't knock on the door.
"Who is it?" you asked.
"Sue, darling. Can I come in?" Her voice made you feel at ease, and after putting the stick back in its place, you let her in.
When Sue entered, she scolded you for not having called her earlier, for being so underdressed in the bathroom with the skylight open, and for leaving the front door key in a flowerpot on the porch. Then she handed you a robe she had taken from your closet and guided you to your bed.
"Alright, what's my diagnosis?" you asked with humor in your voice, receiving a disapproving look in return.
"You're fine, darling. You were very lucky not to have broken any ribs or suffered a lumbar pinching with everything you've been doing since the day of the hit until today" she said while jotting something down on a paper you couldn't see. "But you pushed your body beyond its limits, and that's why you're in so much pain. So from now on, you'll be in bed for several days, and if you want, I can come help you on the days your parents can't be here" She finished speaking and placed the paper on your nightstand, her hand lingering there for a few seconds until she spoke again, this time more quietly than before "You can always... call Embry, I'm sure he—"
You interrupted her with clear disdain in your voice "I'm sorry for interrupting you, Sue, but you should know that I’ll be fine. I have someone to call anyway"
Days had gone by without thinking about Embry, and this wasn’t exactly the best time to bring him to mind. Ever since you saw him that day at the beach, you hadn’t been able to shake the immense guilt you felt over your feelings for him, considering your stable but deceitful relationship with Chris.
Sue let out a sigh as she stroked your arm "Alright... I’ll leave you the things to keep in mind on the paper, and I’ll talk to your mother later" She got up and grabbed her bag, giving you a smile. You returned it until it slowly faded, overshadowed by the one thought that filled your mind.
