Title: Muffins
Author: Kimiyo (seras_tenshi) 
Wordcount: 665
Characters: Embry, Paul, and others.
Pairing(s): mild Embry/Paul, and mention of Sam/Emily, Jared/Kim.
Brief summary: Embry muses on imprinting over muffins.
Warnings: Is snark a warning?

Embry makes a gagging noise in the back of his throat as Sam kisses Emily in the sappiest way possible, similar noises from his pack members’ not eating muffins making him feel less alone in the sentiment.

Sam gives them a look that says, "I'll get you later," and kisses her again. Embry really hopes they never find out that he mimics their kisses while their eyes are closed or when their backs are turned. To be honest, he does not for the life of him understand why Sam’s imprinting is so weirdly gooey sweet and dripping with love that almost seems exaggerated.

He looks down at his three muffins on the paper plate in front of him, suddenly losing his appetite. Their little displays of affection always make him feel like his teeth have just been dipped in cold ice-cream. Why do they act like that? Is it some kind of law for imprint couples to act like they've been shot in the ass with cupid's arrow all the damn time?

Honestly, he's getting a bit tired of it (not that he'd tell Sam or Jared that to their faces, but still). Embry wonders if their imprints ever just shove them away a little bit with a,"Okay, I can take care of myself for five seconds, just chill out," and be passive agressive.

("Honey, I'm going to the store," Emily ignores the look Sam is giving her,"No I won't be killed by a vampire on the way." A scarred hand clamps over Sam's mouth to stop his protest that she should have somebody go with her just to make sure. Emily grabs her purse, slips on her shoes, then rushes out the door before Sam can say anything to stop her.

Of course he will follow her to the store in wolf form then phase back into his normal state in the woods, and wait outside sitting by the car on the ground with a pair of Paul's flower print Hawaiian shorts that she swears are radioactive.

He smiles up at her guiltily, long legs bent in front of him as she taps her foot at him.

"I'm sorry?"

The tapping only gets louder.)

He lets the thought trail off at that.

Brown eyes drift from the golden brown muffins to the boy across the table from him, stuffing his mouth with a handful of blueberry muffin at a time. He pushes the plate of muffins to the other boy with two long fingers, wondering if he'll take the hint to eat them.

Grey eyes light up at the extra three muffins, and Paul smiles at Embry for giving them to him, ignoring the looks from the table's other occupants.

Collin muffles a snicker into his chocolate milk at the looks on their faces. Lately they've been more and more frequent in glancing at each other when they think the others aren't looking; Collin also catches little fragments of their thoughts like, He's nice to me, Embry is, or, He has freckles, I never noticed before.

Jacob doesn't say anything about the wordless exchange, only bites into another muffin with a slightly suspicious look. His attention is deterred when his food starts disappearing rapidly from the plate.

Sam and Emily watch the burly teenage boys with amusement, not really noticing the not so accidental brushes of hands as Paul and Embry pluck food off each other's plates, Paul guffawing as Jacob fights Quil for a handful of french fries he'd managed to swipe when he wasn't looking.

Quil is the only one who notices the subtle exchanges between Paul and Embry, watching them playfully punch each other's arms with a flirting air.

He wonders if maybe, no it couldn’t be…

Maybe they’ve imprinted.

a/n: I swear there's a joke with Emily and Bella's hate for the radioactive flower print shorts.