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Embry: The Dance Part 2

*Finally felt well enough to finish it! Hope ya’ll enjoy it! On a side note, I loved Kristopher Hyatt as Embry even though his part was so short :( Kiowa Gorden was okay but there is just something about Kristopher that I liked more so that’s why I’m using his photo lol*

You had trouble sleeping that night, tossing and turning all night. The clock turned midnight and you heard a rock hit your window. You sighed, getting up and looking out the window to see Embry standing there, shirtless and in just shorts, even barefoot. You sighed, opening the window.

"What do you want?" You called quietly, not wanting to wake up anyone in the house.

"Can I come in?" He asked, staring at you.

"I don't think that's a good idea," you didn't want to let him in.  He hurt you tremendously and you couldn't stand to look at him right now.

"I want to properly apologize and explain myself," he said, leaning against the window sill and giving you puppy dog eyes, "Please let me in, _____."

"Fine, but you have to be quiet," you stepped aside, letting him climb through the window, shutting it behind him. "You have ten minutes and then I'm kicking you out."

"It's going to probably take longer than that, but I'll try," he sighed, running a hand through his now short hair. You kinda missed his long hair and the way it flowed down his back. "I don't even know where to begin. I guess I'll begin with saying I'm really sorry."

"You said that already," you pointed out, crossing your arms.

"I won't ever be able to say it enough," he said softly, looking at you, "You looked beautiful tonight and I… I messed up. I had to stay away from you, for your safety. I'm really sorry that I hurt you and I'll spend forever making it up to you if you'll let me."

"What changed?" You asked.

"What?"

"You said you had to stay away for my safety. What changed so much that you're here now," you waited for an answer as he began to pace.

"Have you ever heard of the legends of my tribe?" You shook your head at his words, him sighing before continuing, "This is going to be more difficult… So, they say we are descended from spirit warriors."

"Spirit warriors?"

"Yeah, like… shapeshifters but only wolves," he said, turning to look at you, "When vampires would come into our territory, it would cause a few warriors to change to fight the vampires off."

"Vampires? Right," you said, shaking your head.

"Yes, vampires," he continued, "Not every generation had spirit warriors but… this one does."

"So, you're trying to tell me that there are shapeshifters that turn into wolves in your tribe to fight these so-called vampires," you laughed uncomfortably, "Right. If you didn't want to go with me, all you had to do was say so. You don't need to lie or come up with this ridiculous story."

"I'm not lying and it's not a story," he sighed frustratingly, "I'm telling the truth! I'm one of them."

"Okay, say I believe you, why tell me now?" You asked, raising an eyebrow at him. 

"Well, there's more," you hummed as he continued to speak, "We have these things called imprints. They are like… the other half of our soul. It's like our soulmate, our air, our entire world. When we meet eyes for the first time, it's like they're the ones holding us down to the earth."

"What does this have to do with why you're telling me?"

"You're my imprint," he said plainly, as if it was obvious.

"You must have lost your mind," you began, opening the window, "You need to leave."

"Let me prove it to you," he said desperately, grabbing your hand and you could feel how warm his skin was, "Come with me and let me show you."

"Why should I trust you?"

"You did once before. Please, let me show you and if you still want nothing to do with me..  then I'll leave you alone," he spoke as if just saying the words hurt him. You sighed, nodding and climbing out the window with him. He grabbed your hand, leading you into the forest and through the trees until it came to a small clearing. He came to a stop and let go of your hand, turning towards you, "Just wait here, please?" You sighed and nodded before he turned and went into the forest. You heard the crunch of leaves as something emerged from the darkness where Embry had just gone. Out walked a huge wolf, gray in color with dark spots on its back. You gasped, taking a step back but tripping and falling to the ground. The wolf whined and stepped forward so you held your hand up.

"Don't get closer," you called out, picking yourself off the ground. Your hands were shaking and you could feel fear creep in. You looked over at the wolf who laid down and looked up at you, seeing Embry's eyes mirrored in the wolf's eyes. You swallowed hard and stepped forwards, your hand held out to him. You reached him and placed your hand near his face, gasping slightly as he nudged your hand with his snout. You sighed as you sat in front of him, petting him gently. "Okay, I think you need to change back. We need to talk." He got up, turning and trotting into the trees again before coming back out in his human form. "How long have you been like this?"

"Not very long. Right after I asked you to the dance, I suppose." He walked up to you, putting his hands in his pockets as he looked down at you, "I'm really sorry. It was supposed to be a secret that no one but our imprint could know. I didn't know you were mine until tonight."

"I understand, I guess," you replied, hugging your arms around yourself, "I mean, I can't fault you for something you can't help."

"I still should have told you I couldn't go," he said softly, looking away, "I just didn't want to see your disappointment so I thought it'd be easier if you hated me."

"I could never hate you, Embry," you replied, holding out your hand for him to take, "I could be upset with you but I could never hate you."

"Never? That's a long time to commit to," he smiled as he took your hand, squeezing it gently.

"Yeah," you smiled back, "Can we head back now? We can talk more tomorrow but I've got to get some sleep tonight and it's already after midnight."

"Oh, right, sorry," he smiled sheepishly and led you back to your house. He helped you through the window before speaking again, "So, I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yes, you'll see me tomorrow," you reached up, kissing his cheek before smiling as you closed the window on him before he could say anything. You waved goodbye as you watched him leave back through the forest. "What am I getting myself into?"

[imlostinsantacarla]

Anonymous said: Can I request a embry call imagine where the reader (female please) gets scared at night so embry stays with her until she falls asleep. If it's not too much! Thank you hun! I love your blog btw!

(a/n: hey lovely! thank you so much for requesting this. it means so much to me that you love my blog. sorry that it took me forever to write this and post it, but here it is. i hope you like what i’ve come up with! - admin kat 🌙❣)

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Title: At Least Until I Fall Asleep (Embry Call x Reader)

Summary: After Embry and the reader finish a gripping horror movie, Embry decides that it’s time for him to part ways for the night and begin his nightly patrol of La Push with his fellow pack members. Yet as the reader is filled with intense fear, maybe they do have the ability to persuade Embry to stay a little longer... at least until they’ve fallen asleep.

Disclaimer: @roslaeahle​ proof read, edited and helped me add to this piece! so thank you so much for your help! guys, please check out her blog, she’s amazing!

Wordcount: 916

Warnings: Nothing really just total fluff!

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Y/n was as tense as a plank while the end credits popped up onto the screen, eerie music spilling from the TV speakers. Fear was something she felt effortlessly, an unfortunate side effect to a rampant and vividly active imagination that was already getting far too carried away during the movie.

A yawn stretched effortlessly from Embry’s mouth, his arm still lying over the top of the couch like a floppy overheated noodle. The noise startled Y/n, causing her head to whip to the right, her expression full of an odd mixture of fear, anxiety and confusion.  “What?” Embry asked, oblivious, - with his infamous quirked brow. He was completely relaxed, lounging on the couch with his long legs stretched out across the coffee table.

“W-were you bored?!” Y/n almost screeched, her throat scratching as she climbed through three octaves.

“Kinda,” Embry admitted sheepishly, “That movie was so predictable.” He grinned sleepily down at Y/n, who’s doe-like eyes scanned his face with utter disbelief. The teenage shapeshifter laughed softly before leaning forward, planting the sweetest kiss to her nose. “You scared? You look scared.” He hadn’t intended for it to come out as teasingly as it had. Behind his exhaustion was a tiny fragment of guilt welling up in his chest.

“Am not!”

An even wider grin lit up his face at Y/n’s hasty indignant quip. “Are too!” He exclaimed teasingly. Y/n huffed in defeat, snuggling into his side for extra comfort and warmth.

A few moments of silence followed, where Embry held Y/n in a tender embrace, longing for time to stop moving so his patrol shift would never arrive. It was rare for him to have any free time so this movie night had been a miracle, allowing him to unwind mentally and stretch his tired and overworked muscles. But as all good things, the few hours of relaxation had ended much too soon. Embry was exhausted! Actually, exhausted was an understatement, he was completely worn-out. His muscles felt like overstretched taffy. How he was going to complete a whole night of patrol runs and then get up early enough for school tomorrow morning without collapsing to the ground and passing out cold, was a mystery to him. Eventually, Embry made a move for the TV remote, switching off the device begrudgingly and beginning to lift himself off of the overstuffed, lumpy couch that himself and Y/n had been situated upon.

Y/n’s fingers curled around his upper arm lightly and gave him a soft tug, a whimper of protest peeling from her lips. Her eyes were wide with fear, the horror movie still playing in the back of her mind. “Babe, I gotta go. Sam’s gonna kill me if I don’t show up for patrol.” Even as he spoke, there was that sleepy, dopey grin spread brightly across his face, pushing his prominent cheekbones even farther up against his crinkled eyes. 

“Can’t you just stay this once?” Y/n pleaded sweetly, her bottom lip jutting out into a kissable pout.

“That’s what you said last time and I ended up staying the whole night. C’mon! It was only a damn movie! No psycho killer is going to hurt you. It was all fake anyway,”Embry grumbled in response, his large bronze hand smoothing over his imprints thigh in a comforting way, but his heart wasn’t in it. He wanted to stay just as much as she wished he would.

“But this time will be different!”

“Y/n…”

“Please! At least stay until I fall asleep? I always feel safer with you there.”

Embry melted. “Fine! But no more horror movies after this. It’s almost like you pull this stunt on purpose every time,” Embry teased in defeat.

“Okay, deal!”

Hand in hand, the pair climbed the stairs and travelled down the hall to Y/n’s room. Embry was no stranger to spending the night at Y/n’s, each of their parents trusting the teenagers so long as Y/n’s door remained open. Once they made it to her room, Embry flopped onto the bed as Y/n peeled off her clothes and changed into a baggy black top Embry had given them and a pair of basketball shorts. With a soft nudge to Embry’s arm, the lanky wolf shuffled to the side to make room for his terrified imprint. Y/n climbed into bed, leaving the lamp beside their bed on. Naturally, like two magnets, the two gravitated towards one another, finally coming together in a soft embrace. With Y/n’s head laying on Embry’s chest, the soft thumping of his heart became a soothing soundtrack, loosening her muscles and combating the tension in her chest. 

Embry’s fingers lazily laced through Y/n’s hair, blunt nails tenderly scraping her scalp and pulling a content sigh from her slightly parted lips. He breathed in slowly through his nose, taking in the soothing scent of her lavender shampoo. 

“I love you.” he murmured into the strands, saturating them with his warm breath. 

“Love you, too.” He could hear their sleepy smile as they spoke, the tips of his fingers working their magic as they always did.

Soon, Y/n’s soft snores wandered through their room and Embry found it nearly impossible to keep his eyes from drooping shut. What will an hour hurt? He thought to himself, exhaustion finally pulling his eyelids down entirely.

An hour turned into eight. Sam was decidedly not overcome with joy when the following day Embry made a sheepish appearance after school with Y/n in tow, a sheepish smile on her face.

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[wolfpack-imagines]

embry call | imprinting [2]

embry call. 2104 words.

previous part.

a/n: again, sorry this is so late! i had it done last week but never got around to posting it, but i hope you guys enjoy it anyway ❤

You wanted nothing to do with Embry anymore, or at least, that’s what you told yourself. It helped you deal somewhat with the unyielding void that seemed determined to encompass your life. You filled your days with tasks that preoccupied your mind so that it couldn’t wander off and think about how bad things were without your best friend. But there was only so much you could do. Nothing was the same without him.

Even falling asleep was an issue. You constantly listened to music before bed and fell asleep with your headphones on, because if you left your mind to its affairs, sooner or later, it would find its way back to Embry. Your skin ached at the thought of him. What you wouldn’t give for one of his hugs.

That evening, you’d retired to your room much earlier than usual, skipping dinner. You slipped on your headphones as you always did before bed and burrowed yourself under your covers. Music started playing, lulling you to the edge of unconsciousness.

Your eyes shot open.

How beautiful it had been – you’d been on the verge of slipping into a deep sleep. But the song that was blaring through your headphones had yanked you back to reality. Tears sprang to your eyes as a morose reflex. It was one of your favourite songs.

Even though you’re so close to me

You’re still so distant, and I can’t bring you back

You sat up and clasped a hand to your throat, unable to breathe, unable to swallow.

The sound of your voice

Painted on my memories

Even if you’re not with me

I’m with you

You hated this song, and you hated Linkin Park, and you hated yourself for still listening to it. Everything that reminded you of Embry was subjected to your loathing. He would always listen to their albums while he worked on his dirt bike with you, and the two of you always sang along at the top of your lungs. You loved the smile Embry gave you whenever you belted out something better than he did.

How you missed that smile.

No matter how far we’ve come

I can’t wait to see tomorrow

With you

And now you were fairly sure you wouldn’t get to see tomorrow with Embry. Your tomorrows would be void of him, and you were going to have to learn to live without your other half.

The song ended and another by the same band started playing, and that was when you pulled off your headphones and tossed your iPod to the foot of your bed. Shakily running your hands through your hair, you reached for a tissue and wiped your cheeks dry.

There was a sudden tap at your window – and then another – and another – like someone was throwing stuff at it. You patted your eyes one more time with the sleeve of your shirt and moved closer to the sound.

Embry was there.

He was shirtless, the native tattoo on his shoulder strikingly beautiful against his deep russet skin. He flashed you a smile, white teeth almost glowing in the darkness, motioning for you to open the window. You should have pulled the curtains closed and forgotten all about it, but your hands moved faster than you could think, doing as he wished.

Embry took a few steps back and came running towards your house, leaping gracefully until his hands caught hold of your sill. What had looked impossible to you came easily to Embry, like jumping two stories up wasn’t a big deal. He swung his legs in through your window, landing in your room without even the slightest of sounds.

Before you could say anything, Embry pulled you into his chest, holding you fiercely against his body. He was warm – far too warm than any human should have been – but every cell in your body seemed to hum at his touch like they were waking up from a heavy sleep.

“(Y/N), I’m so sorry,” he whispered against your hair. “I’m so, so sorry.”

You didn’t realize you were crying again until he broke the hug and wiped the tears off your cheeks with his long fingers.

“You’re such an asshole,” you said, gritting your teeth. “I hate you so much.”

Hurt flickered across Embry’s face, and then he shook his head. “No, please don’t say that. You can’t hate me, (Y/N). It would kill me.”

“Yeah?” You felt your cheeks burn crimson. “You deserve to know how that feels! For weeks, I thought you’d grown tired of me – and maybe you have – and I’ve been wondering what the hell I’ve done to push you away and make you feel like you had to join Sam’s gang—”

“(Y/N), stop.” Embry’s voice was stern. “Sam Uley isn’t who I thought he is. He’s a good person, (Y/N) – stop rolling your eyes and listen – he’s a really good person. The things he does, he does it to protect everyone on the res. I judged him too harshly before.”

“You’re brainwashed, Embry,” you insisted. “He’s sunk his claws in you and—” Embry laughed, rubbing his forehead with the back of his hand. You frowned. “I’m glad you find this funny. You’re such a jerk.”

“You’re right. I am.” His smiled faded. “I hurt you and I hate myself for it. But I don’t have to hide anything from you anymore, (Y/N). I can tell you everything.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh, so you’re gonna let me in on all your little cult secrets? Trying to recruit me, too, Embry?”

“Not even close.” And then Embry bent slightly and picked you up without effort, like you didn’t weigh more than a feather. Before you had a chance to protest, he leaped out the window with you safely in his arms.

Embry ran faster than humanly possible. The two of you were speeding past trees so fast you thought you were going to run into them, especially with it being so dark you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face, but Embry didn’t seem to have any problems with his vision. You wanted to protest and tell him to slow down but the wind caught your voice in your throat.

He eventually came to a halt, emerging out of the woods in front of a little wooden house with warm, glowing windows and heaps of flowers growing out of boxes and pots. Embry set you down and took your hand in his, walking up the few front steps and in through the open doorway.

“Hey, look what the wolf dragged in!” you heard someone say – Jared. He, Paul, and Sam were sitting around a little round kitchen table with mismatched chairs, a giant platter of cookies in front of them.

Wolf? Wasn’t the expression about a cat instead?

“Did you tell her?” Paul asked with his mouth full. Embry wrinkled his nose.

“Nice, Paul, disgust her to death, why don’t you?”

Paul swallowed and grinned, giving you a wink. Your face heated.

Embry cleared his throat and motioned to the guys. “(Y/N), this is the pack.”

“Yeah, be afraid,” Jared snickered. “We’re super scary.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Pack? Like a wolf pack?”

“Man, you hit the nail right on the head,” Paul said, reaching out to take another cookie.

What did he even mean? You were utterly confused by everyone and how they acted. Wasn’t a gang supposed to be much more… dangerous? They were all sitting around eating cookies like children, despite their bulky physique and tattoos.

A girl came downstairs, her black hair tied back in a ponytail. She saw you and gave you a bright smile. Half her face was scarred – deep, long lines running down from her hairline to her chin – and yet she was still impossibly beautiful. Your eyes flickered away from her face, afraid of staring too long.

“Is this (Y/N)?” she asked. Embry nodded.

“I’m Emily,” the girl said. She pulled you into a hug, which took you by surprise. An sense of comfort flowed through you – she felt oddly like family already.

Sam Uley stood, towering over you, all muscle and strength. His stature intimidated you – it was clear he was a leader in all sense of the word. When he spoke, his voice was as strong as his build.

“There’s something you should know, (Y/N),” he said.

Embry was very at ease around you, as if the weeks you spent apart hadn’t changed anything. Really, you knew far too well that wasn’t the case. Things would never go back to the way they were before—

You couldn’t wrap your head around it. Although the truth was screaming hoarsely in your face, begging you to listen, you wanted to dismiss it and stick it somewhere in the back of your mind where it would never see the light of day again.

Your best friend was a werewolf, with sharp claws and a set of teeth that could tear through anything. And yet when you looked at his sprawled figure on your bed, you couldn’t believe it. There was a softness in his face that you could never attribute to a creature as vicious as a wolf. The smile you loved so much could never belong to a wild animal. He was your Embry, and you didn’t want to imagine him any other way.

You sat beside him at the foot of your bed. Embry’s fingers were tracing circles on your skin, like a gentle flame that did everything but burn you.

“So,” he began, leaning further back against your pillow. “Are you afraid?”

“No.” And it wasn’t a lie – the only way Embry could hurt you was if he left again. But now that you were in on the secret, he didn’t have any reason to.

Embry smiled and the affection in his eyes was almost palpable.

“Then there’s something else I have to tell you,” he said. He pursed his lips like he was thinking hard, one eyebrow raised in concentration. His eyebrows were going to be the death of you – you could always tell what he was thinking by the subtle way they arched. “Okay, this is going to sound crazy—”

“Crazier than finding out my best friend is a straight-up Quileute legend?”

Embry laughed a scratchy laugh that gave you goosebumps – since when was he so beautiful? – and his fingers trailed higher up on your arm.

“I guess not,” he said. “You’re right, maybe it’s not so crazy.” He took in a deep breath and propped himself on his elbows. “You know how Sam and Emily are super in love, right?”

You nodded. The whole evening while at Emily’s house, she and Sam were like magnets. The way he looked at her, the way he touched her, the way he kissed her… every time you’d witnessed their displays of affection, as subtle as they might have been, your eyes had flickered towards Embry and your blood seemed to burn through your veins with a feeling you couldn’t put into words.

“Well, that’s ‘cause he imprinted.” He paused as if waiting for a reaction. You edged closer. “Imprinting is something that happens to some of us. It’s our way of finding the person we were meant to be with. Kind of like—”

“A soulmate?”

“Exactly.” There was another pause, but it was far heavier this time. Every muscle in Embry’s body seemed to tense – and relaxed immediately when you placed your hand on his shoulder.

“Did you imprint, too?” you asked.

“Yeah.” Embry leaned back on your bed. “That day when you yelled at me in front of the diner? It was the first time seeing you since I turned.” His brown eyes glinted. “You don’t know how happy I was to find out that the girl I’ve been in love with all this time was also my imprint.”

You struggled to find your breath. “You’re in love with me?” you whispered.

“Madly.” His fingers went back to tracing patterns on your arm. “I was so scared when I heard about imprinting. I didn’t want to see you because I was afraid that it wouldn’t be you. And I didn’t want to imagine myself loving anyone but you.”

Embry flashed you his smile again – the smile you loved so much – and pulled you down beside him. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, the heat from his body filling you up like before. The song you’d listened to that evening and had adamantly tried to hate echoed in your thoughts.

I can’t wait to see tomorrow

With you

[mxltifandom-imagines]

Embry Call and his imprint who suffers from depression and anxiety moodboard.

[imlostinsantacarla]

FLUFFY HEADCANONS FOR EMBRY CALL:

◾ The boy just loves watching the stars from his bedroom window every night. It’s just something that helps him recharge, particularly when his moms called the cops, he’s now grounded and she’s shouting at him because she’s worried over him. It’s his niche.

◾ Embry is quiet, he’s always in his own head, tbh he’s more scared of saying the wrong thing than saying nothing at all.

◾ The boy is a total sap and definite romantic. He’ll watch classics when his moms not around, he’s not on patrol or at school. He’ll just sigh dreamily and kinda want something like in the movies. Though once his pack mates find out, he’s ripped for it.

◾ Embry loves to draw, on the inside he’s really sensitive so drawing or anything creative allows him to get this energy out. It’s especially so when he’s shaking hard at home and trying not to phase.

◾ If Embry is to speak, it’s usually important and deep, - unless it’s with Jake and Quil or the pack -.

◾ The boy just wants a cuddle buddy, he feels so lonely.

◾ He always tries to hide it, but he blushes a lot when people tease him.

◾ Mega ticklish on his ribs.

◾ Anything that he’s interested in he’ll spend hours researching, but is always too scared to say it to anyone in case he’s judged. lil precious bean.

◾ Tbh Embry loves his mum a lot and it sucks that she’s not allowed to be in the loop when Emily and Bella are. So he’s pretty sad about that lots of the time.

◾ Embry is loyal, sticks through with his friends and pack. He’s always one to back people up who need it.

◾ Definitely is a hoe for Disney. He’s got every line of every movie memorized in his head.

◾ Embry’s not got much but he wants to give what he can to someone nearest and dearest.

◾ Emily softly teases him about being a romantic, which makes him blush like mad.

◾ Is a good singer, but doesn’t think he is, so if he even hears anyone in the house, he’ll shut the hell up.

◾ Loves to bake, but he’s so bad at it. He always get’s covered in the mess or burns something to a charcoal crisp. He’s banned from the kitchen at Emily’s.

◾ He’s super passionate and protective underneath it all, so he get’s easily worked up by his emotions and stuff. Sometimes he’ll have tears stinging his eyes and the poor bb!

◾ Is such a softie tbh.

◾ When he smiles, it lights up the whole world. He’s so fckin precious.

◾ He’s such a bloody dork I love him.

◾ So klutzy he doesn’t know how he’s alive, though the shapeshifter abilities have helped remarkably.

◾ He drools and talks when he sleeps.

◾ Tbh he just wants to be loved and accepted.

FLUFFY RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS FOR EMBRY CALL:

◾ As stated above, Embry’s in love with looking at the stars, and you’re so important to him that he’ll share that activity and space with you.

◾ He’s a total sucker for your affection and loves it when he’s got his head in your lap and you’re playing with his hair. It’s the most relaxing and heartwarming thing to him. He’s also such a cutie that he tends to fall asleep.

◾ Loves tracing his fingertips nimbly on your skin. The little things just mean so much to this little shit.

◾ When you stop playing with his hair or paying attention to him, he’ll just nuzzle his face into your belly or neck and open one dark eye.

◾ You can’t resist his adorable as shit puppy eyes.

◾ Embry loves holding your hand, smoothing his thumb over the back of it. Contact is important to this boy.

◾ Always has to move your hair from your face (if you have hair and no, it doesn’t matter whether you’re female, male, trans, non-binary, etc.) because he just can’t get enough of how perfect you are.

◾ He’ll always stroke your cheek.

◾ Deep conversations of the future. Embry talks more around you, especially when you’re both on your own. He’s so comfortable around you and you always listen to what he’s got to say.

◾ Hugs from behind and squishy bear hugs.

◾ Is a complete blushing mess 110% of the times you’re around.

◾ Talks fondly and so lovey dovey of you, so much so that pack just had to stop teasing you guys.

◾ Embry recalls everything! He’s always going to remember special dates.

◾ Cuddles so warm and fuzzy: He’s always hanging onto you, refusing to let go.

◾ It’s even better when it’s winter because then you just NEED him to survive, in his words.

◾ He opens up to you about how guilty he feels about hi mum not beinng in the loop and you comforting him.

◾ This boy would throw himself in front of a bullet for you.

◾ Can’t seem to string together coherent sentences so you kiss him to shut him up.

◾ You’re forced to watch Disney with him 25/8.

◾ Doesn’t have much but will give you the entire damn world, okay? Treat him write.

◾ Sings you to sleep after you have a nightmare. You’re obsessed with how he sounds and he get’s so red in the face about it.

◾ He’s shit at baking as we’ve discussed, but he’ll bring you these burnt chocolate chip cookies, with a streak of flour on his cheek aND HOW CAN YOU NOT ACCEPT HIM? HOW IS IT POSSIBLE TO NOT LOVE HIM ANY MORE?!

◾ He’s super passionate and protective of you that when he stands up for you, he’s just shaking messily, - eyes watering and he’s got to stop himself from crying and shifting at the same time -.

◾ PLEASE PROTECT THIS LITTLE BEAN!

◾ Loves to listen to your voice and gets super lost in it.

◾ You make him smile so much you’d think his cheeks would fall off by now.

◾ Total gushing mess.

◾ He’ll always share interesting facts with you or draw you or give you a drawing.

◾ Tries slow dancing with you at Emily’s when no one else is around and have gone to the beach.

◾ He steps on your foot.

◾ The pack just walk in and never let him live it down oml.

◾ Forehead kisses.

◾ Boy is respectful of you asf! Like you want that short af haircut? YOU GO FOR IT!

◾ Kisses where you both end up knocking each others heads together.

◾ Kissing each others boo boos.

◾ Embry is a total klutz around you.

◾ A mega dork too, tbh.

◾ Blushes when you wear his shirts.

◾ Soft and mushy PDA.

◾ Wipes your tears away and you do the same for him.

◾ Is real and lets you protect him too, and he loves it when you do.

◾ Wiping his drool from your arm when he falls asleep after patrols.

◾ Helping each other w. homework, but the guy get’s distracted all of the time.

◾ Messing up his hair.

◾ See’s your beauty inside and out, no one is ever allowed to forget it.

◾ His school notebooks are littered with, “(Y/N) and Embry 4ever!” the fucking sap.

◾ Totally cries with you when watching chick flicks or rom coms, etc. and holds your hand like he’s in labor.

◾ Nuzzles his face into your neck just to take in your scent.

◾ Loves stroking your back or playing with your hair for hours on end.

◾ Enjoys being the little spoon.

◾ Plz protect this smol bean and treat him with the respect, love and care that he much deserves.

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