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Bonfire part 6

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Warnings: WOLFPACK!!!! FLUFF ~IDIOTS IN LOVE~ lil bit of angst ~Low key Jared slander but it’s for the sake of comedy~ ARGUING CUSSING ~LONG ASS POST~ sorry

I’m having a lot of fun writing this long fic. My favorite part so far is writing for the Wolfpack so definitely expect to see more of them. As always I hope you enjoy!

Summery: Jacob and reader’s relationship has reached a new level of intimacy but questions left unanswered are holding them back from becoming something more. Will Jacob tell them about imprinting, or will he cover it up in hopes that they choose him without feeling an obligation to do so. In other words Jacob is feeling insecure because someone he thought he loved didn’t love him enough *cough cough Bella Swan cough cough* Reader and Jacob get into an kinda argument in this one Did I mention Angst in the warning? It’s only a little, barely even noticeable. Jared and reader have biblical level beef (affectionately)

Also if you couldn’t tell, Embry is my second favorite werewolf right behind Jacob Balck

I hope you like it and don’t think it sucks🤠👍

As you’re packing up your bag to go back home, Jacob invites you to a Wolfpack Bonfire at the beach of La Push. Of course you say yes, but little did you know…it’d change you and Jacob’s relationship forever.

(Basically this part is about you and Jacob making it official and working out the kinks of your relationship. Before Jacob goes full yearning mode on you)

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On the ride to La Push you are in the cab of Jacob’s truck with Emily, Sam (both in the front with Sam driving), Leah, and Seth(sitting in the back with you in the middle). While the rest of the boys including Jacob are in the bed of the truck with the fire wood. Jacob had been watching you warmly from his spot in the bed of the truck, smiling as he watched you talk with Leah and Seth.

“Glad to see you’ve finally moved on from Bella Jacob.” Embry teases him and shoulder bumps Jacob, who immediately looks annoyed. “Yeah no kidding!” Quill agrees sitting across from Jacob. “Your pining was starting to get hard to watch. Like, I felt bad for you.” And the boys laugh and makes sounds of agreement.

“Haha, okay you can all shut up now.” Jacob hisses at them, Embry puts his hands up. “Hey man, don’t take it out on us. We’re just observers.” Then Embry looks at Jacob seriously. “But on a serious note, you’ve always looked happier around (Y/N). It’s about time you realized how much better they are for you. I mean it’s only been horrendously painful to watch you two act like idiots in love.”

“It was nothing like that!” Jacob exclaims. “Oh it wasn’t huh?” Quill pipes up and his tone turns teasing. “Shall we reenact your internal obsessive monologue once more.”

“Oh I hope (Y/N) is okay.” Jared begins as desperation fills his voice. “I hope they don’t think I don’t care about them anymore.” Quill says dramatically. “Oh no what if they hate me now.” Embry whines. “Why didn’t I invite them to hang out more when I had the chance” Jared says and grabs onto Quill shaking him as he speaks. “Maybe I should call them” Embry adds. “Maybe I-“Okay I think he gets the point.” Paul pipes up, cutting Quill off. Paul himself is annoyed listing to them all talk. “But really man,” Paul looks Jacob in the eyes. “It’s that obvious.” And Jacob groans and throws his head back.

“Yeah I think I’m getting that impression.” Jacob says sass dripping from his voice. “Dude you were all over (Y/N) at Emily’s after Paul almost mulled them and Bella. No one could get them to snap out of it but you put a hand on their back and boom.” Jared keeps on going on and on. But Paul doesn’t snap at him, instead he starts to look really guilty.

Jacob begins to blush at that and stammer. “Oh my God.” Quill says watching Jacob’s reaction. “HOLY SHIT YOU LOV-“Keep your fucking voice down dumbass!” Paul hisses, cutting Jared off and saving Jacob’s ‘secret’. “Anyone can hear your loud ass mouth from miles away.”

The boys continue to pick on Jacob for the entire ride, even PAUL joins in at one point. But Jacob can’t help but feel like he deserves it, he spent months lying to himself, telling himself he loved Bella not you. But it never changed anything, and now his more scared then ever.

What did he have to offer you, Jacob isn’t the boy he was before, he isn’t as carefree and honest. He’s lied to you, betrayed you when you needed him, ghosted you for weeks, left you out of the group to spend one on one time with Bella, and you never even once judged him for any of it. And it only made it sting more. Jacob isn’t the kind of monster anyone can love.

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You’re not sure what it is, but you feel this heart-aching sensation in your chest. It’s the kind you feel sympathetically for a person who’s deeply upset. “Weird.” You whisper to yourself. “Are you okay (Y/N)?” Leah asks you her voice is filled with concern as she puts a hand on your shoulder. “You look really upset.”

“I’m okay. I promise.” You say reassuringly but Leah isn’t convinced, she lets it go for now. But she keeps an eye on you as you and Seth start talking about how excited you both are for the bonfire.

Sam glances over at his fiancée in the passenger seat, and they share a knowing look. Sam is telepathic after all and he’s Alpha of the pack (ugh🤢 I can’t write the word alpha without cringing). No one can hide something from him for long, not even Jacob Black.

Sam isn’t upset Jacob hid the imprint from him, he’s upset that Jacob hid it from you. He understands why he might, Jacob never really did have the best outlook on the topic on imprinting. Sam can hear what Jacob thinks of himself, and it makes the man grip the steering wheel tight enough for his knuckles to turn white.

Sam isn’t the best leader, he’s painfully aware of that. But he truly cares for every single member of his pack, and he hates when what they are limits them. It should make them proud, not scared or sad.

This is their heritage, their clan’s legacy and he wants them to be proud of what they are and what they can do. They are worriers and protectors, but they are also sons and daughters, family and friends, and they shouldn’t be afraid to be loved. And he is so painfully aware that he is the reason that they are all so scared, he’s let is own failures, fears and shortcomings make them sacred of hurting the people they love the way he hurt Emily.

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There are moments during the Bonfire set up that make everyone in the pack and you forget about vampires and battles. And within that moment, you’re all normal people, teens who still have childish behaviors and like to pick on one another.

Here are some moments that remind you all how beautiful and fun being around friends and loved ones can be. Even tho you roast and pick on one another.

As you walk along the beach of La Push for a bit while the boys unload the wood from Jacob’s truck, and you noice a small mud crab sitting comfortably in the sand. Your eyes begin to gleam with mischievous intent as a mastermind plan forms in your brain.

(If you don’t like crabs or anything you can change it to something you’re more comfortable with. But try to imagine something Jared will HATE)

You walk up to Jared with an evil smile on your face, crab in hand but hidden behind your back. This is going to be glorious. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Jared asks, he eyes shine with confusion and a concern for his own safety as you don’t reply. Instead your smile widens as you shove the crab in Jared’s face, the boy immediately starts sprinting away from you screaming his head off as you chase with with the poor crab.

“(Y/N) IM BEING SO FUCKING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW!!!! GET THAT FUCKING THING AWAY FROM MEEEE!!!!” Jared screeches of horror only fuel your resolve to tournament him with the small crustacean. “BUT JARED ITS JUST A LIL CRAB!” You sing song as you continue to chase after him.

“HE MADE FUN OF ME FOR BRING CAPRISUNS TO THE BONFIRE AND THEN PROCEEDED TO DRINK ALL OF MY CAPRISUNS!!!” Seth shouts, and you’re shocked, you never thought such a sweet boy could look so so very angry. “Sam it’s either you punish him or I beat the shit out of him and both my fits are already up.” Leah says, defending her brother and she looks like she’s about to ripp Jared’s head off.

“It’s okay because what I lack in brains I make up for in personality.” Jared defends himself after stacking the wood wrong. “Who told you that?” You and Jacob ask him at the same time acting genuinely concerned and the pack laughs at the witty response you and Jacob delivered. “I hate you both.” Jared hisses and you smile and tell him you hate him more. Jacob laughs as he stands there with crossed arms, watching you and Jared argue like siblings.

“WHAT WAS THE FUCKING PONT OF EATING EACH INDIVIDUAL PART OF THE GOD DAMN S’MORE INSTEAD OF MAKING A FUCKING S’MORE YOU ULTIMATE BITCH!” You watch Quill smile to himself proudly as he has effectively rage baited Paul, sending him into a reasonable crash out about the sanctity of s’mores.

“When’s the last time you two were here together?” You ask Quill and Embry, they used to go to La Push all the time. “A couple of weeks ago?” Quill offers out the estimate. “Feels like a lifetime.” Embry says with fake desperation as he looks Quill in the eyes and leans in like he’s going to kiss the boy. “EEEWWWW!! STOP TRYING TO FUCKING KISS ME YOU FREAK!!!” Quill screeches as he pulls away from Embry.

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BONFIRE TIME

By the time everything was set up and you all were huddled in a circle by the fire, there was just a sliver of light that could be scene peaking out from the waters. It was significantly colder than you anticipated, but luckily for you Jacob brought a jacket with him just because he knew you’d end up cold. So there you are, sitting on a log with Jacob Balck, in his jacket that smelled like him, laughing and telling stories with the Wolfpack.

“Okay,” Quill begins, “I’m not blowing shit up your ass this is so good.” Quill had his eyes closed eating a properly made s’more. “I’m not sure that’s a saying.” Paul instantly replies as everyone else around the fire is dying laughing. “I’ll tell you what I’m NOT doing is blowing shit up your ass.” Embry says making fun of Quill who is now wheezing and trying to not choke. “It’s smoke.” You manage out through your laughter. “Whatever man I hate this fucking family.” Quill says, beat red and embarrassed, still laughing at himself as he pretends to walk away from the group to never return. By the time he comes back everyone has calmed down, and as soon as he sits they all continue to pick on him.

As Jacob leaves to get more wood for the fire, the topic of imprinting comes up. “What’s imprinting?” You ask, and all the boy look around at each other you notice that the word makes Leah’s face turn sour and Seth’s hand pats his sister comfortingly.

“It’s something that differs for each member of our pack.” Sam begins slowly. “For some of us, it’s a life changing experience, and for others it’s a curse. I’m assuming you’ve heard of soulmates?” Sam looks to you for conformation and you nod your head. “It’s kind of like that, but more. When we imprint on someone, it forms a connection, a bond that cannot be broken or ignored. What it is goes beyond romance or friendship, it’s like…opening your eyes and realizing you’ve lived your who life blind. Stumbling in the darkness and suddenly, there’s light. Whoever we imprint on is that light.”

You think over what happened that night with Jacob, and realized that feeling, those memories and everything that happened. It wasn’t some stressed induced hallucination. It was real, Jacob imprinted on you. “Does Jacob know about imprinting?” You ask, you can’t think of why he wouldn’t tell you for any other reason than him not knowing.

“Does he know about imprinting.” Embry restates your question, laughing to himself. “He’s like the number one hater of imprinting. He says it takes our freedom away from us and our genes convince us to be happy about it.” Embry’s words hit you like a truck, it’s like a bucket of ice cold water is dumped over your head.

Jacob hates imprinting, and he’s imprinted on you, what does this mean for you relationship. Did you unknowingly force him into kissing you just because you wanted him to. You feel like you’re going to be sick and stand up to walk across the beach.

“Hey wait-“Let them go. They need time to think.” Sam tells Leah and she eyes him suspiciously. “You know something don’t you?” Leah accuses and Sam sighs. “It’s not my secret to share.” Sam says simply.

“Where is (Y/N) going? What happened?” Jacob immediately starts questioning the group once he returns.

“We were just talking about imprinting and they got really pale and ran off.” Jared says simply not thinking anything of it. “Shit.” Jacob mumbles to himself before dropping the wood and running after you.

“Huh? Anyone else confused about what the hell all of that was about.” Quill’s face is full of confusion as he watching Jacob run after you. “I think I’ve got an idea.” Embry internally winces at the thought that maybe Jacob imprinted on you and they spilled the beans before he could.

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“(Y/N)!” Jacob yells after you, you’re about 30ft away from the bonfire by the time he catches up to you. “What hap-“Why wouldn’t you tell me about this Jacob.” You ask as desperation fill your voice as you spin around to face Jacob. “Is it because I’m not her?” Your voice cracks and Jacob’s pained face twist to one of pure horror. “Of course not-“Then why…why hide this. Are you ashamed of me, did us kissing mean nothing to you? Was it just some type of distraction?!” Jacob hates how small and desperate for answers you look right now. Jacob would never be ashamed of you, never. “(Y/N) I just wanted you to have a choice. I wanted you to not feel obligated to be with me because I imprinted on you.” Jacob says imprinted like the very word leave a bad taste in his mouth.

Suddenly you feel like you’re going to throw up. “The imprint showed us what we mean to one another.” Your voice cracks as bitterness fills your throat. “I’ve waited years for you. I waited patiently, I accepted the possibility that you might’ve never wanted me the way I wanted you. I was always there when you needed me. Why would you ever think I wouldn’t want you, Jacob.” Jacob doesn’t say anything, he just stares at the sand in silence and you watch in horror as his tears fall onto it.

“Jacob…loving you is a blessing to my life, but it’s also one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I want to make you happy, I want to be the reason you smile. But I can’t do that if you continue to shut me out.” You say and Jacob nods silently. You want him to scream or shout or do anything but he just stands there. Sad, heartbreakingly small and broken looking. “I’m going to take a walk down the beach. Come find me when you’re finally ready to talk to me about this.” You say, knowing that you both need to think about everything that’s happened today.

“Okay.” He whispers out. And you turn around and walk down the beach, sobbing softly into the darkness.

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(I shit you not as I was writing this confession scene Champagne Coast by Blood Orange came on and it made this so much sweeter.)

You sit in the sand and reply what you said over and over again. You feel cruel and pathetic for saying those things to Jacob, you made him cry. But he made you cry too. Sometimes people need to learn how to communicate their feelings before the situation gets blown out of proportion. You’re guilty for this, pretending that Jacob’s actions didn’t sting, like it didn’t kill you inside to know Bella came first over and over again. You don’t want to be some placeholder, you don’t want to be who he wants just because he can’t have her.

So you sit there, dissociated from reality, holding your knees to your chest and staring off into nothingness. You feel numb and disembodied as you mull over your words and actions, and think of thousand different things you could’ve done better.

Once again it’s that same impossibly warm hand on your back and that same breath upon your right ear that pulls you back into reality, the on that tethers you to the earth once more, the one that brings you back from the deep suffocating ocean of your own mind.

You’ve parked yourself a long ways away from the bonfire up the beach. “I’m sorry, I never wanted you to feel like that…I just wanted-I wanted you to have a choice. Without feeling like you had to choose me because of some ancient wolf thing.” Jacob repeats says, sincerely and so bitterly as he rubs circles against your back that sooth your aching soul.

He wants you to want him for him, not for the sake of his sanity or his soul. But because you feel something when you look at him, because you care weather he stays or goes. He wants you to want him to have and to hold, he wants you to tell him that he’s the only person that you want. That you want to have him and never let him feel lonely.

Jacob sits next to you in the sand with his arms on his knees, and you lean your head on his shoulder. He sucks in a breath and breathes out shaky. “I’m sorry,” he begins. “I want to protect you. I want to keep you in my life, but I also wanted you to have a chance to live a normal happy apple pie life. You can’t have that with me.” Jacob’s voice is sad and soft, and it makes your insides twist. “Have you ever considered…that maybe I don’t want an apple pie life.” Your voice is soft as you move your head to look at his face. “All I want is you, you’re all I’ve ever wanted.” Jacob turns and looks you in the eyes, you lift your head off his shoulders and your to your body towards him. Now sitting on your knees in the sand, you bring your hands up to cradle his face in them. “I thought you could’ve seen that…” you whisper as you stroke Jacob’s cheek, the look in his eyes steals the breath from within your lungs. He’s looking at you as if you mean more than anything else around you. “That night when the imprint happened, I saw myself through your eyes. I thought the same thing happened to you, I thought you knew what I feel for you.” You’re leaning forward now, letting your nose brush against Jacob’s, and you swear you hear him whine. “I love you, more than anything.” Your voice is full of emotion as you pull back just enough to look him in the eyes. “I would know you blind, by touch alone. I would know you by how you breaths came against my skin.” And Jacob’s breath hitches, he closes his eyes and wills himself to speak. “You have no idea how much I love you.” Jacob whispered as he turns his body to face yours. He’s on his knees now too and his hands rest on your hips as he puts his forehead against yours. “You the only thing in my life that brings me peace. You’re the light when I’m lost in the dark, and warmth when I shiver in the cold. I’ve never been good with words, but I want you to know.” Jacob’s voice breaks off at the end and his hands slide up to rest on your waist. “To me…to me you are all and more. I don’t want to ever be somewhere where you can’t follow. I want you to be with me, in this life and whatever follows next. It kills me to know I made you think I was ashamed you were my imprint.” He whispers out as if it physically pains him. “You are so beautiful, and smart, and passionate and so fucking patient.” Jacob laughs out softly. “You are everything to me, you are the very air that I breathe. I promise to show you the deep well of my devotion, till your sick and tired of me.” Not good with words my ass you think to yourself as you laugh out breathlessly. It’s like a weight has been lifted, and you smile as you wrap your arms around Jacob’s neck and let one hand thread through his hair.

“Sweet talker.” You laugh out weakly, and Jacob chuckles tiredly. And he doesn’t kiss you, he pulls you into a bear hug of an embrace instead. He grips you tightly and breathes you in as he burrows his head into the curve of your neck. And you hold him as close as possible, a tenderness beyond your whildest dreams fills the very depths of your souls. And you both sit there, listening to each other’s breathing. This kind of intimacy reaches beyond the act of kissing, simply holding each other and basking in each others company. It mends the holes ripped into your hearts from every moment the two of you suffered apart from one another.

And there, in your arms, Jacob feels whole and complete. He feels like more then just some monster, he feel the love you possess for him, the devotion, the tenderness, every ounce of his body and soul buzzes with electric energy. And something deep inside of Jacob heals, a wound that’s been bleeding and burning for months.

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You both return to the bonfire hand in hand and are greeted by cheering. “THANK FUCK YOURE BOTH FINALLY TOGETHER I WAS ABOUT TO LOOSE MY SHIT IF I HAD TO SPEND ANOTHER 5 MONTHS-“JARED!!!!” Paul practically screams as he grabs hold of the boy. “Shut the fuck up and let them be happy!”

“Hey what’s going on???” Jared asks confused as fuck as the scene fades to black

The writer is ending this part because their thumbs are starting to hurt and they need to force themselves to stop writing.

I’ve officially lost my marbles

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Guys, I cannot tell you how much I struggled with this part. I’m so sleep deprived rn but I finished it.

I pray y’all like it because I spent wayyyy too much time on it. I’m sorry it’s so long.

Thank you for reading this far! Part 7 will be shorter and have more Wolfpack and lighthearted moments. It’ll be about the rest of the time at the Bonfire and then I’ll write more parts that follow the plot line after.

Feel free you request anything you’d like to see in future parts as a reward for putting up with my shitty writing skills<3

Love ya🫶

Part 7

#jacob x reader

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Yep, still the best thing I’ve ever written

THE TIME HATH COME

Bonfire part 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Reader comforts and helps Jacob recover from his injuries, but some wounds go down to the heart. And something in your relationship with Jacob Black shifts…

Warnings: FLUFF, lil ANGST if you squint, HURT/COMFORT! DADDY CARLISLE

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The house is warm and welcoming as you cross the threshold. Jacob Black’s home had always been this way, it’s as if the very soul of the Black family had somehow managed to seep its way into the very woodwork.

But the warmth does little to ease the tension that weaves throughout your body, and weighs you down. There is so much you want to say, and you have no idea how to even begin expressing it. And your throat burns once more as you swallow down your nerves and steel yourself. You would be there for Jacob, as you had always been. Even if he wanted to just sit in silence you would sit with him till he was ready, by his side, waiting patiently as you always had. And if he just wanted space, if he wanted to just be alone, you would wait outside his door for hours more till he wanted to see you. Whatever he needed you would give to him, now that you knew he’d be okay.

Words couldn’t even begin to describe how grateful you were that he survived. Bella had told you about the training the Cullens and the Wolfpack had gone through for the Newborn battle. She mentioned why it was so dangerous for Jacob and the pack, that newborns could crush their bones and make their lungs collapse. You remember dread filling your entire body at her words. You were so worried for not only Jacob, but Embry, Quill, Paul, Jared, hell you were even worried about Sam. Your world almost ended when Bella called you, frantic and shaken, telling you that Jacob was hurt in the fight.

And to think, someday, Bella Swan will think that this is just some small thing that happened.

But the world ended for a moment when it happened to you.

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You walk softly towards Jacob’s room, and you open the door slowly. Tentativeness fills your actions and wears down into your bones with fatigue and heartache. Your limbs feel heavy and white hot as you will them to move. And you slip past the door keeping your eyes on your shoes. Moving and carefully as you can, you finally close the door and turn to face Jacob’s bedroom.

It probably took you five minutes just to open and close the stupid door. But you didn’t want to risk the chance that peace had been brought to Jacob in the form of sleep. And your movements would stir him to wakefulness, and Jacob’s pain would continue to plague him.

“The door isn’t going to fall off its hinges (Y/N).” Jacob’s voice is quite and barley audible. But it’s still startles you as it reaches you.

“I thought that maybe you had fallen asleep.” You say shyly, suddenly feeling ridiculous for your carful movements. Your body is hot as embarrassment floods through your nervous system.

“I’m just teasing you.” Jacob says softly, there’s this warmth that fills the timber of his voice and makes your heart flutter. “You don’t have to feel embarrassed.”

“I’m not embarrassed.” You huff out in defense. As you shuffle your feet around, before walking across the room to grab the chair that sits in-front of Jacob’s desk in the left corner of his room.

“You’re a horrible lier.” Jacob notes, he’s all too amused by how flustered you are in this moment. But your presence makes the ache in Jacob’s chest lessen. And a small weak laugh escapes his lips as a small smile spreads across his mouth.

You don’t reply to his comment, instead you take a moment to admire the boy before you. How can someone in so much pain, both emotionally and physically, smile so warmly at you. You feel your eyes soften as you sit down and lean forward, resting your elbows on your knees. And you just sit there and admire how beautiful Jacob looks in the soft glow of his lamp light. He looks far too hurt and aged by pain for someone on the edge of 17.

“I look like shit don’t I?” Jacob sounds as if he hates how vulnerable he is right now. Like he hates that you have to see him like this. Broken and twisted by angry, desperation and self-hate. A hate that was born after he first phased, and has only gotten worse since.

“I wasn’t thinking that.” You softly reassure him, sincerity laces through your voice and you shake your head as you speak. “I was…” nerves fill you as you begin your confession. “I was only admiring you.” You swallow, and for the first time in months, you look Jacob Black in the eyes.

You wanted him to know you meant those words. Jacob wasn’t some monster, and he wasn’t twisted or broken. He was soft and sweet, and loving. He felt things so deeply that it was both a blessing and a curse. The word would be a better place if more people had a heart like Jacob Black.

When your gaze meets his eyes, your breath burns out from within your lungs as you drown in the warm brown eyes of Jacob Black.

Through his eyes, you see how deeply sadden Jacob was, you saw how weighted down he was by responsibility and duty. How hard he fought to protect those he loved, but most of all. You saw Jacob for all that he is, for the sweet, kindhearted boy his father raised, to the fearless and strong Quileute warrior he is. You saw Jacob at his lowest, most bare moments, broken down and tired, but still so loving and warm. Like the sun that shines down on you after a storm.

And something in the air shifted between you and Jacob Black. You begin to see yourself, through his own eyes. You feel what he feels when he looks at you, how you ground him, make him feel like he’s not something that needs to be fixed. You feel how the world begins to make a little bit more sense with you in his life.

Moments between you and him flash through your mind. A time when you wrapped your arms around him as he bent down and burrowed his head into the junction of your neck and shoulder. And you feel what he felt in that moment, you feel how much it hurt him that Bella ignored his plead for her to stay and left him behind instead.

You feel how grateful he was to have you with him in that moment. And you feel how much it meant to him that you got out from your vehicle just to comfort him.

That day, you and Jacob had been walking on the beach when you saw Bella jump. You remember how horrified you were that she was dead. And now you know how deeply that moment haunted Jacob, you know how thankful he was to have you there with him.

How thankful he was that you helped him pull Bella from the cold water, and performed CPR on her as he ran to get a blanket you kept in your trunk. You learn that Jacob was deeply touched that you asked him if he was okay after you knew Bella was going to live.

More and more memories flood through you, and are overwhelmed by the shear weight of emotions that flow through you. Some of them were simple times of you and him just being together in his little makeshift mechanic shop, laughing and listening to music.

A time you and him were messing around in the rain, you watch yourself through Jacob’s eyes as you spin around and jump in puddles. And you feel his eyes crinkle as he grins at you from his spot in the makeshift shop. You hear his laughter as you watch yourself pull him out into the rain and make him dance with you.

The day you found of vampires and werewolves existed flashes by and you feel Jacob’s heart racing in fear as you and Bella sprint towards him. You feel how once he looks at you he starts running harder and faster. You feel how hard Jacob fought Paul and how he kept thinking of what might’ve happen to you if he wasn’t there.

And you feel Jacob’s heart hammering in his ribs when he lent down to whisper in your ear. You see just how out of it you really were that day, and how Jacob was scared you’d be tariffed of him after he shifted to protect you and Bella.

The last one you see is the day of your father’s funeral. Jacob had been the one person who stayed with you even after everyone else had left. He and you were about 10 years old, and he had a stupid Hawaiian shirt on with red flowers. It’s weird, whenever you looked back at that memory you could’ve sworn they were blue.

You remember wishing that he would go home so he wouldn’t see you cry, but also praying he would stay because Jacob made everything easier.

You felt how desperately Jacob wished he could take your pain away that day, how he wanted you to smile or look him the eyes at least once. Billy had told him that you were the one who found your father on the floor.

Jacob had asked his dad what he could do to help take that kind of pain away. And his father told him that when something like this happens to someone you love, all you can do is be there for them. And that’s why Jacob had stayed for so long, it wasn’t out of obligation, or a sense of duty. It was because Jacob Black loved you.

You realized somewhere in the back of your mind, that Jacob was also experiencing the same things you were, but through your own eyes and feelings. Jacob Black gets to finally see himself the way you seem him. Kind, and loving, sweet and protective, and so much more. Things you never knew how to voice to Jacob become known to him as you felt them.

It was mind blowing, as if gravity wasn’t holding your bodies to the earth, but each other. Things you already felt for one another magnified by a thousand.

It’s like everything you are to each other is being imprinted into your very soul.

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Suddenly your back in the small room, sitting on Jacob’s chair and staring at him. You don’t know what happened, you’re so confused your head hurts and your ears are ringing. But you the sight of Jacob’s eyes well up with tears snaps you into focus.

A look of what you can only describe as love and devotion washes over his face, replacing the one of complete and utter shock.

“Jacob?” You ask softly and stand to kneel next to his bed. “Jacob wha-“Thank God it’s you.” Jacob all but chokes out the words, and he looks impossibly younger. He looks like he did before any of these impossible things happened to him. And Jacob starts to cry with relief that laces through his voice and a wet smile forms on his face.

“Jacob, what do you mean?” You rush the words out, “why are you crying?” You ask at you reach out to wipe away his tears, but his hand catches your own and he holds it close to his heart and smiles bright and big.

“I’m just relieved is all.” Jacob laughs breathlessly. “I was so worried that it’d be some stranger I’d make eye contact with.” And his voice cracks, “But it’s you. And I don’t have to worry about not being able to be there for you when you need me anymore.” Jacob sounds so relieved and full of emotion. And begin to feel this pull towards Jacob, a pull you have always felt, but it’s strong and sharp and clear instead of a dull ache. It’s like and invisible string is tugging and tethering you to Jacob Black

“You look so tired.” Jacob says sadly, his voice soft. And his hand leaves yours to wipe away a tear you didn’t realize was falling from your right eye. And you laugh wetly at that as hours of waiting and worrying come crashing down on you.

“I’m just so happy you’re alive.” You sob out and rest your forehead on Jacob’s, his left hand rubs up and down your right shoulder.

“I didn’t mean to make you worry.” Jacob says sincerely and tenderly, as he closes his eyes and breaths you in.

“I don’t think I’ll ever not worry about you.” You admit breathlessly, tears falling down slowly and you swallow deep to hold some of them back. You open your eyes and look at Jacob who slowly opens his own and blinks up at you. And admiration floods his eyes as he looks at you. His left hand moves to stroke his thumb against your right cheek, and slowly it moves to run across your bottom lip. And you suck in a breath as his eyes follow his thumb, Jacob’s eyes dilate and slowly you pull away.

Your whole body is impossibly hot as you clear your throat. “I um,” you look away from Jacob’s face. “I’ll go get a wet washcloth to put on your forehead.” You whisper out and you back way hesitantly. You will yourself to stand up awkwardly as you rock on your feet. Shifting your eyes from Jacob’s smug face to your shoes and back.

“You know I’m just going to dry it off.” Jacob says slyly, “I am pretty hot.” And he grins as you tense up, and flush. If he were so injured you might’ve considered throttling him.

“You’re an asshole.” You laugh softly. “I’m getting one anyways,” you turn and walk towards the door. “I’ll be right back. I promise.” You add in earnest.

“Not going to take the chance to run away from me.” Jacob jokes softly, shifting in his bed to try and get comfort. He winces as he accidentally stretched his right side too much.

“I would never do that.” You confess. “I’m afraid your stuck with me for life.” You tease as a playful smile comes across your face. You open up the door to head out to the kitchen.

“I’d take lifetimes with you.” Jacob says it just loudly enough for you to hear. And your body freezes with your left foot out the door, and you look back at him with wide eyes. The look on Jacob’s face is so full of tenderness and striate forwardness it makes your heart throb. And you smile fondly at him, and you feel your eyes soften with admiration.

“Yeah, me too.” You breathe and slip out the door. You lean your head against as you push it close and you shut your eyes. Breathing deeply as you feel hot and overwhelmed by everything that’s happened tonight.

“No funny business.” You jump at least 5 feet off the ground and whip your head to the right to see Billy Black level you with a stern but playful stare. “I mean it kid. I’m too young for grandpups.”

You stare at him in confusion, how would that even work? Grandpups? And suddenly it hits you. “WHAT NO WAY!” You hiss out and Billy throws his head back and laughs at you, as he wheels away. “Come tuck me in kid!” He yells as he rolls towards his bedroom.

“YOU CAN DO IT YOURSELF!” You exclaim knowing full well he’s just teasing you.

(I said grand pups and did the how would that even work so it could work for both male and female presenting readers)

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True to your word you return washcloth in hand, after folding it up and laying it across Jacob’s forehead you sit back down in the chair you moved to the side of his bed. You scoot it closer to the bed and your eyes flicker over Jacob’s face.

“It’s cold.” Jacob murmured out, his eyes stay closed as he’s in a state between wakefulness and sleep. You laugh tenderly at him.

“Yeah that’s kind of the point Jake.” You smile at the way he scrunches up his face. “Don’t have to be sassy about it.” Jacob’s voice is still sleepy and you just barely understand him. You laugh at the mock grumpiness in his voice. Shaking your head you lean forward and rest your elbows on your knees once more, watching Jacob rest.

“Did my dad ask you to take care of me?” Jacob questions after a minutes of silence. You huff at the question.

“No, I offered to help take care of you.” You say simply and grab the edge of Jacob’s blanket to mess with.

“It’s rotten work.” Jacob grumbles out, once again he has a self deprecating tone to his voice. And you hate that he feels that way.

“Not to me,” you whisper out, soft and quiet, full of honesty. “Not if it’s you.” Your the corners of you lips pull into a grin as you watch Jacob’s cheeks flush at your words. He has nothing to say to that, but a small smile is on his face now as he rests. And you feel a swell of pride at both earning a smile for Jacob Black and getting him to blush. And you bite back a smug smirk and keep playing with the end of his blanket.

“Carlisle will be back soon to set up the morphine drip.” As you remind him you lean forward to adjust the blanket at Jacob’s waist. “Are you feeling any pain.” You pray that he’ll tell you no.

“Only when I move around too much.” You let out a breath at his confession. “Quite worrying so much, I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.” Jacob’s once playful tone turns genuine, he cracks his eyes open and looks you into yours. And affectionate smile cracks open on your face as you meet his gaze, Jacob begins to smile shyly at the sight.

“We’re going to talk about whatever the hell that was earlier.” You tone is stern as you sit up and cross your arms. “But we don’t have to do it till you’re ready.” You add softly after seeing Jacob tense up.

Jacob smiles apologetically. “Thank you.” He says softly and drifts into sleep. Sitting in your chair you watch as Jacob’s face relaxes and his head rolls to the side. He looks peaceful. You sit there till you hear a nock on the door. You get up to see who it is.

“How are you holding up (Y/N)?” Carlisle questions once he sees you, and it’s filled with genuine concern, he actually cares about your answer. “I’m doing better.” You say shyly, and it’s true. “Thank you for taking care of him.” Carlisle smiles at you as you thank him.

“I’m just doing my job.” That’s something you like about Carlisle, his very humble and soft spoken.“Maybe,” you begin, “but you’re going the extra mile to make sure he’s comfortable. Not a lot of people would do that.” As you’re talking you moving out of his was to let him do his magic.

“I appreciate you telling me that (Y/N).” Carlisle says fondly and starts setting the drip up. And just as you begin to leave the room, Carlisle speaks up.

“Bella stopped by your house and got a bag together for you.” Your heart warms as he tells you this. “She said she packed as many changes of clothes she could fit, and everything you’d need to spend a couple of nights here.” Carlisle stop what he’s doing to look you in the eyes. “She told me that you weren’t going to be leaving his side till he got better…I don’t know a whole lot about you. But I’ve been around long enough to know when someone is genuinely a good person.” He smiles softly. “You’re definitely one of the few that I’ve had the pleasure of meeting.”

You look away from Carlisle and shuffle awkwardly. You’re not exactly great with compliments and receiving one from thee Carlisle Cullen is a lot to take in. “Thank you, I um,” you laugh, “I don’t really know what to say to that.”

Daddy Cullen I mean Carlisle laughs softly at you and continued his work. “Good people never do.” He shakes his head as he speaks. “I put the bag on the table in the kitchen for you.”

“Thanks again.” You say quickly and head out of the room. You have no idea why you had to make things awkward but in your defense Carlisle is as majestic as an elk. Being in his presence is a lot to handle.

“Don’t you have a wife?” Jacob manages to hiss at Carlisle after you’ve left the room. The vampire laughs at his comment.

“I promise you Jacob,” the smile on Carlisle’s face is one of genuine amusement as he speaks. “I’m not trying to ‘make a move’ on your imprint.”

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BOOOOOOM MUHAHAHAHA

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I did it. I finished the part sooner than I thought I would. I started this fic with this whole scene in mind. So I hope you liked it, there will be more parts to this story. I’m going to go as far as breaking dawn but i haven’t decided if I want rotisserie to exist in this universe.

In my opinion the Jacob imprinting on her was NOT necessary, and was just plain cruel to his character so that’s not gonna happen for sure. No drama with double imprinting will happen.

Anyways I hope you liked it, sorry if it was ass I tried my best. Almost cried when I wrote this out but I’m also heavily sleep deprived to it may just be me.

Thanks for reading!!!

Part 5

#jacob black x reader

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