#jacob black x oc

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Bonfire part 9

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

This song + Jacob x reader😩

Warnings: •LIL BIT OF WOLFPACK• •SUGGESTIVE MATERIAL• •SOFT JACOB• CURSING •CLIFF DIVING• •Awkward Swan Dad Charlie• •HINTS OF SUB JACOB BALCK•

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“No thing defines a man like love that makes him soft and sentimental”-Noah Kakan

Summary: After spending so much time with the Wolfpack. Jacob decides it’s time for the two of you to spend some one on one time together. (I got dragged into more Wolfpack moments, but don’t worry, the rest will be Jacob and reader.)

Tage List: @coldonez

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After you all give up on beating Embry or Leah at Muggins. You move onto twister, and it’s a disaster.

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While your waiting for Sam to find the mat for twisters. Embry asks Quill to throw him some nature valley bars from the kitchen.

“Shit thanks man.” Embry says as he catches one of the bars Quill throws him. But Quill just keeps throwing them. “Shit thanks man.” Embry repeats laughing as he catches another one.

The fifth one doesn’t make it to Embry, instead it hits you in the head. You were off to the side talking with Jacob as it hits you, Quill goes oh shit and starts laughing. You’re wheezing and Jacob is trying so hard not to laugh, asking if your okay because it hit you square in the face.

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It’s Paul, Embry, Quill, and Jared in the mat. Couple of spins in Embry and Quill get caught in a comprising position.

Quill is bent over Embry’s back caging him in as they are both trying to stay on their colors. “Huh, I always thought Embry would be the top.” Jared teases, and as Paul has to move his right leg to green he horse kicks Jared in the gut “by accident.” And Jared tumbles over and loses.

“Karmas a bitch.” Paul says laughing to himself.

Paul and Embry end up tying, after it becomes apparent that both of them are surprisingly very flexible.

Shout out to @coldonez for this glorious idea

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Next up is you, Seth and Jacob who you and Seth had to practically bully into playing. Jacob was adamant that he wasn’t flexible enough for this game. And he was right.

“Come on Jacob.” You say through a fit of laughter. “Blue is right there you almost got it.” Jacob is shaking laughing trying his hardest to reach the blue. Finally he stretches far enough to finally put his left hand on it.

And you and Seth can’t stop laughing. Jacob’s ass is in the air and he’s bent over across your body. And Seth is twisted in and awkward position with his face fight under Jacob’s ass. “Seth can see your past, present and future.” Paul laughs out. “Okay hurry up and spin so I can get out of this position.” Jacob’s face is beat red. And your wheezing so hard you end up falling down, and you lay there in a fetal position trying so hard to stop. Seth ends up following you as he is dying laughing.

Jacob ends up winning by shear luck alone.

———

Eventually you all have to move on to monopoly via Sam’s request, after a match of twister between Leah and Paul gets really heated. Those two are way to competitive to play a match one on one.

You don’t participate, you know what monopoly does to friendships…it rips them apart and eats them alive. But you do watch as pretty much everyone else plays except for you, Jacob, Quil, Seth and Emily.

“I’m suprised you aren’t playing Quil.” You say as he sits and watches the game. “Oh I learned the hard way that it’s much more enjoyable watching then playing.” Quil laughs. “They all slowly lose their shit trying to beat Sam. Embry just plays to stir the pot, and piss off Paul.”

“It’s pretty funny.” Jacob admits with a shy smile. You grin at him. “You’ve always been a sucker for drama.” You tease lightly and Jacob laughs but doesn’t even attempt to dyne it. Instead he pulls you close as you watch the chaos unfold.

———

“WHAT THE FUCK EMBRY YOU DONT EVEN NEED THAT HOUSE!” Paul shouts, Embry bought a house on the block Paul was working hard to own. “No I don’t.” Embry says grinning. “But you did, so I bought it before you could. It’s called strategic thinking.”

“NO ITS CALLED BEING A FUCKING BITCH!” Paul hisses out.

———

“Sam played monopoly a lot growing up.” Emily explains sitting next to you on a couch. “Him and his dad used to play every Sunday.”

“That explains why he’s so good at it.” You reply softly watching Paul crash out as Embry buys another shop on ‘his block’.

“Him and I play every once in a while, I’m starting to get closer to beating him everytime we do.” Emily admits laughing softly to herself. “Sam says it’s just because he’s getting rusty, but I think it’s cause he’s trying to let me win a little bit more each time.”

———

“GOD DAMN IT!” Leah growls, as she lands in jail for the 12th time. She started out in the lead but quickly lost it to Sam. You can see the steam coming off her body. “I HATE THIS FUCKING GAME!” Leah shout beofre flipping the bored and storming out.

“I told you she’d do it, pay up Jared.” Embry brags as Jared sighs sadly handing the slender boy a 20.

“Well if she didn’t I would’ve.” Paul hisses.

———

Leah comes back to gab Seth to go home. But she stops over by you and hugs you again. “We’re hear if you ever need to talk, or just want to hang out.” She tells you before letting you go.

“Thank you, both of you. I hope you know that the two of you can always reach out to me if you ever need anything, and I promise, I will be there.” You tell, her looking her in the eyes. And looking Seth in the eyes too. “We know, it’s kind of your thing.” Leah’s eyes shine with warmth. And Seth hugs you tightly before leaving with Leah.

“Careful.” Jacob comes up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist, and putting his head on you left shoulder. “I think Leah might steal you from me if you keep talking to her like that.” Jacob says teasingly before pressing his lips to the edge of your jaw, right below your ear.

“We couldn’t have that now could we.” You say playfully before turning around and hugging him. “Thank you.” You whisper as you burrow yourself into Jacob’s warm embrace. “No need to thank me. Like I told you.” Jacob’s voice is soft and smooth. “Whatever you need, it’s yours.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You attempt to sound playful, but you’re tired and really just want to be with Jacob. Alone, so you can just rest beside him. “All I want right now is you.” You admit shyly.

“I’m all yours.” It’s all he says, before you and him say your goodbyes.

Paul reminds you that if you ever need him, he’ll be there ready to kick some ass.

Embry tells you that you’ll never have to be alone again if him and the pack have anything to say about it.

Quill says that he’ll make sure you never have to spend another year alone.

Emily makes sure you know that you’re always welcome at her house, even if it’s the middle of the night.

Jared awkwardly says that he may pick on you, but you’re like the an annoying little sibling her never knew he needed.

And lastly, Sam tells you that as far as he’s concerned, you’re part of his pack.

By the time your back in Jacob’s truck, you feel like crying all over again. “Hey.” Jacob says before taking a hold of your hand. “You’ve always been there for me, you saw me at my lowest…my most weak.” Jacob looks you in the eyes as he talks, and you can tell he’s trying not to cry. “And you still chose to love me, I’ll never forget that. I’ve loved you for years, and now that you and I are here. I’m never, ever going to let you be alone again. Your stuck with me, for a lifetime. And whatever comes next.” You smile and try your hardest not to cry.

“Never doubt how much I love you, I said I would show you the deep well of my devotion. And I meant it, you’re going to spend the night at my house. Charlie and my dad will be there, I’ve got everything you need for the night-“Jacob.” You say softly interrupting his rambling.

“I’m more then down. Now onwards lover boy, you owe me some cuddles.” Jacob chuckles and shakes his head. “I love you too, more than anything.” You say simply, too tired for a speech. But the simplicity of that statement doesn’t take away how much it means to Jacob. He looks at you, smilingly warmly and it’s like you matter more than anything else in the entire world.

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“Hey there kiddo!” Charlie says cheerfully once he lays eyes on you. He gets up form his spot on the porch so he can give you, what can only described as, a good old fashioned dad hug. “I haven’t seen you in months. Tried calling you…well I guess yesterday now, but found out you weren’t home. How are you holding up?” If you couldn’t tell Charlie is definitely a little tipsy. He’s got that hint of beer to his usual smell. Billy and him have been sitting outside catching up and drinking a bit.

“I’m doing better.” You say honestly. “It’s good to see you Charlie, how have you been holding up?” You definitely know Charlie isn’t happy about Bella getting married. Charlie lets you go before speaking, putting his hands on his hips, his typical dad pose.

“Oh me? Well, I’m doing alright…just that my daughter is getting married at 18 to a boy she’s known for only two years.” Yikes. Charlie stares off for a couple of seconds, shaking his head as he still struggling to come terms with it all. “Well…if you ever need anything just give me a call. I know I’ve been busy, but you still like my own kid to me.” Charlie pats your shoulder awkwardly, in his Swanly way of trying to change the subject and offer you some comfort. “Thanks Charlie.” You say trying not to laugh at his awkwardness. “I really appreciate that.”

“Don’t mention it kido.” Charlie says smiling at you. “Well I guess I’ve kept you from Jacob long enough.” Charlie says before shaking Jacob’s hand. “If you hurt them I’ll hunt you down.” Charlie says seriously, staring Jacob down before patting him on the shoulder. “Don’t have too much fun you two.” Charlie says changing his tone to a more playful one before sitting back down on the porch next to Billy.

“Yeah, we’ll be watching.” Billy teases, glaring playfully before turning to Charlie and talking about fishing trips.

You look to Jacob who looks only a little scared of Charlie, and with a grin on your face you gab his hand and drag him inside the house.

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Once your in the house, you and Jacob head to his room. Jacob gives you the same pair of pajamas pants and long sleeved shirt that you wore the first night you spent by his bedside. Except now they smell like him, and have been washed. “Did I leave these here?” You ask confused how he got them.

“Kind of…my dad snagged them to throw them in the laundry. But they weren’t done before you left.” Jacob says sheepishly. “I decided to keep them here, incase you ever had to stay the night again.” Jacob looks slightly embarrassed as he scratches the back of his neck.

“We also have an extra toothbrush here for you too.” You grin at this, he and his dad planned this all out just so you could spend the night here again. “You’re such a dork.” You tease playful, and Jacob straightens up and glares at you with a playful glint in his eyes. “You’re one to talk, besides, you love it.” Jacob says before attacking you with kisses and ticking your sides. You squirm trying to escape his grasp, laughing so hard your stomach starts to hurt.

“RELEASE ME!” You mange to screech out between fits of laughter. “Okay, okay fine.” Jacob says, laughing himself. There’s a carefree grin on his face, and joy fills his eyes beofre he kisses your forehead.

“Now go get ready for bed before I change my mind.” Jacob teases and boops your nose, which scrunches up at the odd action. But you don’t say anything before darting out of the room.

Jacob stands there for a while, grinning to himself like an idiot alone in his room. He’s been so much happier and free these days, thanks to you. It’s like he’s that long haired teenage boy again, with no troubles or worries except for homework. Jacob likes who he is when he’s with you.

———

You and Jacob fall into a little routine the both of you discovered from when you stayed at his house the last time. It’s smooth and terribly domesticated, like you and him have been living together for years. On occasions where you happen to squeeze past him, he’ll poke your side or steal a quick peck to your cheek.

If you think this is too cheesy I’m sorry, I’m a sucker for cheesy romantic stuff

When you’re both ready for bed he insists that you sleep in his bed, and if there’s not enough room for the both of you he’ll take the couch. Due to size differences, you’re both able to make it work. The plus side is, both the bed and Jacob are extremely comfortable. Get that head out of the gutter, it’s not yet time for that

You both end up falling asleep, Jacob on his back with you laying half on-top of him and half on the bed. He has an arm wrapped around your waist and the other holding your hand as it rest on his abdomen. It’s one of the best rests you have had in a while. Both because of the exhaustion of the day setting in, and due to the comfort Jacob brings you.

———

Billy wasn’t worried about the two of you doing anything crazy, he knew Jacob would keep his hands to himself. With Charlie also being at the house the two older men had nothing to worry about….for now😈

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You’re suprised to find out that you’ve woken up before Jacob. He’s snoring softly, as you lay there for a while looking up at him admiring his features. He looks so peaceful, you’ll never get over how truly beautiful Jacob is. Before you start to feel like a creep for watching Quileute boy as he sleeps, you notice his hair is shaggier as if he’s growing it back out.

You take your time as you slowly and carefully detangle yourself from Jacob. By the time you have finally finished and as sitting in the edge of the bed, you realize it probably took you about 20 minutes. You sit there a bit, letting yourself fully wake up. Just as your about to get off the bed, you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around you and pull you back down an onto the bed.

You laugh softly as Jacob mumbles grumpily and incoherently. All you catch is that he’s dead set on not letting you escape him. Smiling to yourself you turn around in his arms. Now facing him you manage to move a bit so that his face can borrow its self against your neck, slightly above your collarbone.

Neither of you say anything, you sit in silence with your hand running through his hair, and only the sound of each others breaths filling the air. Sometimes, real love is quiet and steady.

———

Both you and Jacob feel the heartbreak of how much energy you have both spent contorting, performing, earning, and chasing after scraps of love and approval.

Jacob was angry for so long, he didn’t understand why he was never enough for Bella Swan. Even when he begged her, she never chose him, never stayed. You have spent so much of your life just wanting to be seen, heard, loved by your mother and others.

But here, together, in this silent, comforting room. Neither of you feel the need for any of that, and it doesn’t need to be spoken. You both can feel it, intertwined, sewn together, like a rock that bears the weather. Bound to one another, in every lifetime.

———

It’s nice, just being around one another. No one else, no pack, no big group of friends or family. Just you and him. So Jacob decided that he’d start making time for just the two of you to be together.

———

“Are you sure about this.” You ask nervously, cliff diving looks fun. But when you’re standing at the edge getting ready to jump, staring down at the crashing waves…you’re not so sure about this idea.

“Don’t worry, I’ve gotcha.” Jacob says smiling brightly. “This was your request after all.”

“I know, it’s just…a little intimidating when you’re actually about to do it.” You say, not even looking at him as you stare down at the water in horror.

“Hey.” Jacob says softly before cupping your face in his hands. “Look at me.” He’s voice is calming and sweet, it convinces you to meet his gaze. “Everyone is a bit scared the first time, you’ll be okay. I’ll save you if you start to drown.” He teases gently and you glare at him. “Great, now I’m worried about that too.”

“I’ve got you, pinky promise.” You roll your eyes as he offers up his pinky to seal the deal. “Okay, but if I die I’m haunting your ass for life.” Jacob laughs softly at that. “You won’t die, not on my watch.”

———

“Okay…you can do this-” Jacob doesn’t get to finish. Because within a sudden burst of confidence, you jump off the cliff taking Jacob down with you. You can faintly hear him freaking out from shock, before you hit the water.

You can feel the laughter bubbling up from within you, but you try your hardest to hold it back as you swim up to breach the surface. You break through the water just in the nick of time, laughing and coughing breathlessly.

“Oh yeahhhh, real funny.” You hear Jacob say sarcasticly. “Oh I thought it was hilarious, especially when you screamed like a little girl.” You tease before laughing again, you begin to struggle with holding yourself above the surface. To the point where Jacob has to help you swim to shore through fits of laughter.

When you finally get to shore, you lay there for a couple minutes, giggling like a madman as you struggle to catch your breath. You can hear Jacob laughing with you after a while, like your joy brings him joy as well.

———

You both eventually make it back to the cliff side where Jacob’s truck is waiting. You’re wiped out, between the adrenaline wearing off and how much you’ve been laughing. Jacob seems unfazed by such things, though he looks happy and content in this moment.

“We should do this again sometime.” You say smiling tiredly at Jacob as the two of you sit in the bed of his truck. You’re both drying off with the towels he brought, Jacob is pretty much completely dry thanks to his overheated body. You’re still pretty damp.

“You say that now,” Jacob begins as he looks you in the eye with playfulness filling his. “But I seem to remember you losing your shit earlier.”

You grin at him bashfully. “Well you did scream like a little girl when we finally jumped-“Only because you threw yourself off the cliff taking me down with you!” Jacob defends himself and you laugh out at him. “Uh huh sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.” You tease and yelp as Jacob pulls you into his lap, tickling you.

“Nonono! STOP STOP I YIELD I YIELD!” You screech out, and Jacob decides to show you some mercy. “Not so tuff now? Aren’t you?” Jacob says all smug and teasingly, smilingly big and bright.

You do the only thing you can do when Jacob Black is smiling at you, all teeth and crinkling eyes. You kiss him, as deeply and lovingly as you possibly can. And Jacob melts into the kiss, pulling you close as soon as you readjust yourself to straddle his hips.

You can’t help but smile into the kiss, there he was, all smug and prideful. Now look at him, he’s kisses you like your the very air he breathes and pulling you as close as physically possible by your hips.

Your hands are in his hair once again, it’s just too irresistible, knowing that it’s one of his weaknesses. You’ll exploit is over and over again, just to hear the breathless sighs and soft whines you can pull from his lips.

Jacob’s eyes are screwed shut as he kisses you, desperate for whatever you’re willing to give him. But he’s not pushing for anything more than heated kisses. Your body swells with pride as you give your hips an experimental roll against Jacob’s, and earn yourself a soft moan from him. It’s muffled against your lips, but you use the opportunity of his open mouth to sneak your tongue into the kiss.

You can feel Jacob’s shaky hands move to rub your thighs up and down as you continue to roll your hips. Your heart is racing at every sound Jacob makes, you nibble on his bottom lip and immediately Jacob opens his mouth to invite you in once more. The taste of him is intoxicating, you grip his hair at the nape of his neck and Jacob groans out at the feeling.

There’s not an ounce of the fatigue that once flowed through your body, as you pull back from the kiss just enough to look at Jacob’s face. He chase after you as he lets out a soft whine at the loss of your lips, before he’s breathing hard into your open mouth. And his eyes open half lidded filled with not lust, but love and admiration. “Too much?” He asks breathlessly, and his voice is deeper and husky. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.” You whisper out as you stroke his cheeck bone. And Jacob grins, cheeks flushed and breath heavy.

Everytime you think you have discovered your favorite smile on Jacob’s face, he graces you with another that takes your breath away. “I love you.” You whisper out, and Jacob melts even more at those words. “I love you too..” Jacob trails off, his voice soft and gentle. “So much, more then I ever thought possible.” And he kisses you once more.

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I hope you enjoyed this part. I decided to take my time with it. If y’all want I can continue the ending a bit in the beginning of part 9. Man I can’t BELIVE I’ve written 9 already.

I sincerely hope you enjoyed reading this. I’m trying to be careful about not over sexualizing both the reader and Jacob. And I hope the ending didn’t go too far.

I’m having a lot of fun giving sweet Jacob the attention he deserves. Because he is one of my top favorite characters. The books really did him dirty.

Im also sorry for any misspellings or bad grammar, I cannot spell to save my life. Thanks for putting up with my bad writing.

As always, feel free to request whatever you’d like to see in future parts.

There will be a part just labeled smut, so you can skip if without missing plot. It will be a bit later on in the story, after Bella changes into a Vampire also Jacob and Reader will be aged up to 18 as they are going into thier senior year of high school

Love ya🫶

Thanks again for reading

[bambieyedoll]

I WISH YOU’D STAYED .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

summary: jacob never meant to hurt you, but that didn’t change the fact that he always put bella first. when you finally walk away, he’s forced to face the weight of his mistakes—and the unbearable agony of being separated from his imprint. as the distance between you grows, so does his desperation to make things right. but after everything, will it be enough to fix what he broke?

pairing: jacob black x fem!reader

word count: 4,8k

warnings/notes: ANGST! heavy argument, being second place, bella mentioned, being taken for granted, imprint!reader, yearning, tears, desperate jacob, happy ending

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it had been a perfect day—one of those rare, golden moments where the world outside didn’t exist, where nothing mattered except the warmth of jacob’s arms wrapped around you and the quiet, easy rhythm of his laughter.

the rain had started in the afternoon, a soft drizzle tapping against the windows, turning the world outside into a blur of gray. but inside jacob’s small house, there was only warmth. the crackling heat from the fireplace, the feeling of his hand lazily tracing patterns over your skin as you lay curled against his chest on the couch, his heartbeat steady beneath your ear.

for once, there was no weight of responsibility on his shoulders, no sudden interruptions pulling him away. it was just you and him, wrapped in the quiet comfort of each other.

jacob had promised you tonight.

no distractions. no interruptions. just the two of you.

and for a little while, you let yourself believe that promise.

you should have known better.

the sharp chime of his phone cut through the peaceful quiet, and you felt the shift before you even saw the name on the screen. jacob tensed beneath you, his muscles going rigid, the warmth of his touch suddenly absent as he reached for the phone.

“jake,” you murmured, a quiet plea, but it was already too late.

you saw the name before he even answered.

bella.

your stomach twisted, a sick, sinking weight settling in your chest.

jacob sighed, running a hand through his already-messy hair, and you could hear it in the way he said her name—softer, gentler, laced with a concern so automatic it felt like instinct.

“bella?”

you swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way your hands curled into fists against your lap, the way the warmth of his body against yours suddenly felt so far away.

you tried to block it out. tried to focus on the lingering touch of his hand on your knee, on the way his body still rested against yours. but the moment stretched too long, his attention already slipping, his focus already elsewhere.

“what happened?” his voice was sharper now, all ease gone, his posture straightening. his brows knitted together in concern as he listened, jaw tightening with every second that passed.

then, without hesitation, he stood.

your heart dropped.

“where are you?”

a heavy silence. then a breath, sharp and determined.

“i’ll be right there.”

he was already moving, already reaching for his keys, and something inside you cracked.

“jake?” your voice barely came out, quiet and fragile, but he didn’t hear it.

or didn’t want to hear it.

you forced yourself to stand, your heartbeat ringing in your ears. “jacob.”

this time, he stopped. not fully—his hand was still on the doorknob, his body angled toward the exit—but he turned just enough to glance at you.

“she needs me,” he said simply. like that was all the explanation you needed.

the words settled deep in your chest, cutting deeper than they should have.

you took a breath, trying to steady yourself. “and i don’t?” your eyes were desperately searching for his. “you promised—”

jacob’s expression faltered for just a second, something like guilt flickering across his face, but he shook his head. “y/n, this isn’t about you.”

your lips parted, a sharp, bitter laugh slipping out before you could stop it. “isn’t it?” the hurt in your voice cracked through the air like a whip, and jacob finally looked at you—really looked at you.

but it wasn’t enough.

because you could already see the outcome.

you could see it in the way he was still standing by the door, in the way he hadn’t sat back down, hadn’t reached for you, hadn’t once considered staying.

his choice had already been made.

“i just—she’s upset,” he tried again, running a hand over his face. “she needs someone.”

“she always needs someone,” you shot back, your voice trembling. “and somehow, it’s always you.”

jacob let out a breath, frustration evident in the way his shoulders tensed. “it’s not like that.”

“then what is it like, jacob?” you shook your head, your hands trembling at your sides. “because from where i’m standing, it feels a whole lot like every time she calls, i stop existing to you.”

his lips parted, but no words came.

and that was the worst part—he didn’t deny it.

didn’t try to convince you otherwise.

because maybe, deep down, he knew you were right.

the air between you felt suffocating, heavy with everything unsaid, with months—years—of this same unspoken battle. and maybe, if this had been the first time, you could have let it go.

but it wasn’t.

and you were so, so tired.

you swallowed hard, your voice quiet now. “stay.”

jacob’s brows furrowed, something pained flickering in his dark eyes.

you stepped closer, reaching for him, your fingers grazing the fabric of his shirt. “stay,” you whispered again. “just this once.”

for a split second, he hesitated.

for a moment, you saw the war in his eyes, the battle waging between duty and something else—something softer, something that was supposed to belong to you.

you held your breath, waiting.

but he reached for his keys.

and you exhaled, shattered.

the answer was clear.

it had always been clear.

jacob didn’t say anything as he opened the door, stepping out into the cold night, the rain still falling in a steady, relentless rhythm.

you stood there, frozen, watching as he disappeared into the dark.

and you already knew how this night would end.

the rain lashed against the windows, turning the night outside into a cold, howling blur. the sound should have been soothing, a soft rhythm against the glass, but tonight, it only made the walls feel smaller, the space between you and jacob suffocating. his small house, what once had been a place of warmth and quiet affection, now had become a battlefield.

you stood in the center of the living room, arms crossed tightly over your chest, willing yourself not to shake. not to let him see just how deep the hurt had buried itself. but the storm outside was nothing compared to the one inside you.

jacob stood a few feet away, his damp hair still sticking up in disarray from running a frustrated hand through it. his breathing was heavy, his chest rising and falling as he struggled to contain whatever was boiling beneath his skin. the heat of his body, the energy of him, should have been reassuring—but tonight, it burned.

“you’re overreacting,” he said, his voice edged with exhaustion, like you were nothing more than a problem he needed to fix. like he couldn’t understand why this was hurting you so much.

a bitter laugh escaped before you could stop it, sharp and humorless. “overreacting?” you shook your head, blinking hard. “jacob, she calls, and you run. every single time.”

his jaw clenched. “she’s my friend, y/n.”

“she’s your priority,” you snapped, your voice cutting through the air like a blade. “no matter what we’re doing, no matter how many times you promise me that this—” you gestured between the two of you, the bond that was supposed to mean everything, “—comes first, the second she needs you, i stop existing.”

jacob’s hands curled into fists at his sides, the tendons in his arms flexing as if he was holding himself back. his nostrils flared, and he exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “that’s not true.”

you let out a hollow laugh, barely able to look at him. “it isn’t?” the words cracked, raw and exposed. “god, jacob, do you even realize how humiliating this is? to be your imprint and still feel like i’ll never be enough?”

his face twisted like you had struck him, but you didn’t stop. you couldn’t.

“i love you,” you whispered, and for the first time, saying it didn’t feel sweet—it felt like an open wound, fresh and gaping. “but i can’t keep doing this. i can’t keep watching you put her above me, above us.”

jacob let out a ragged breath, stepping forward like he wanted to close the space between you, but you backed away. his expression crumbled, desperation flickering in his dark eyes.

“y/n,” he rasped, his voice softer now, less sharp—pleading. “please. try to understand. it’s not like that.”

you forced yourself to hold his gaze, even as your vision blurred with tears. “then tell me what it is, jacob,” you whispered. “tell me why she always comes first. why you never think about how this makes me feel. why—” your voice broke, and you swallowed hard. “why i feel like i have to fight for a place in your life when i’m supposed to be your imprint.”

jacob’s face twisted with anguish, his hands gripping his hair as he let out a frustrated groan. “i don’t know how to explain it,” he admitted, voice thick with something you couldn’t quite name. “i never wanted to hurt you—i swear, i didn’t. i love you, y/n. you know that.”

you inhaled sharply at his words, at how they sounded more like an apology than a reassurance. “then show me,” you whispered. “because right now, it doesn’t feel like love, jacob. it feels like i’m waiting for you to actually see me.”

jacob’s breathing was uneven, his chest rising and falling too quickly. he looked at you like he was unraveling, like he was on the edge of something that terrified him. “you are everything to me,” he said, his voice hoarse. “you don’t get it—i feel you in every part of me. you’re the first thing i think about when i wake up, and the last thing before i—” his voice broke, and he shook his head, like he was trying to force himself to stay together. “i can’t lose you.”

his words made your heart ache, made something deep inside you want to give in—to believe him. but words weren’t enough. not anymore.

“you don’t have to lose me,” you whispered. “you just have to choose me.”

jacob’s expression shattered, his body physically flinching as if the weight of your words had struck him straight through the chest. his hands trembled at his sides, his whole frame tense like he wanted to reach for you—like he wanted to grab onto you and never let go.

but he said nothing.

and silence had never hurt so much.

you took a trembling breath, the realization settling deep in your bones. “i deserve more than this,” you whispered. “and i think—deep down—you know that too.”

jacob’s entire body went rigid, his breath coming out in shallow, uneven bursts. “y/n, please,” he murmured, stepping forward, but you took another step back.

tears blurred your vision as you shook your head. “i can’t be second anymore, jacob.”

the storm raged on outside, the wind screaming through the trees, but the real storm was in his eyes—in the way he looked at you like he was falling apart, like he wanted to grab hold of you but didn’t know how. he had never looked more desperate, never looked more like he wanted to fight for something—but it was too late.

with one last look at him, at the pain written all over his face, you turned.

you didn��t wait to see if he would follow.

and somehow, knowing that he didn’t hurt the most.

the days blurred together, heavy and cold, despite the summer air hanging thick in forks. you had done everything to put distance between you and jacob—ignoring his calls, avoiding la push, staying home as much as possible. even your parents noticed something was off, the worried glances lingering longer than usual, but you couldn’t bring yourself to explain. how could you? how could you tell them that the boy who was supposed to love you, the one who was bound to you in ways deeper than words, had made you feel like you were nothing?

so you buried yourself in the isolation, letting it wrap around you like armor. but no matter how hard you tried, the ache in your chest never eased. the imprint was a cruel thing, tethering you to him, making it impossible to sever the connection completely. you could still feel him—like an invisible thread pulling, tugging, aching.

and jacob?

jacob was drowning.

at first, he told himself he could handle it. that you just needed space, time to cool off. you would come back once you calmed down—once you realized that what you had was stronger than a single fight. that’s what he told himself, over and over again, as the days crawled by.

but the imprint had other plans.

it didn’t let him escape the truth. the bond that had once felt unbreakable, like a safety net woven from something deeper than love, now felt like a wound that refused to heal. an open, raw ache in the center of his chest that never dulled. every second without you felt wrong—like something essential had been ripped from him, leaving only the empty space where you were supposed to be.

then came the pain. not just his own, but yours.

the imprint tethered him to your every emotion, and your heartbreak hit him like a punch to the ribs. it wasn’t sharp or fleeting. it was constant. a lingering sorrow that coated everything, suffocating, inescapable.

he felt it when you curled up in bed at night, staring at the ceiling with the same exhaustion he carried. he felt it when you ignored every call, every text, each one sending another wave of desperation crashing over him. he felt it in the way your heartbeat changed when you saw his name on your phone—and in the way you refused to answer.

sleep became impossible. every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was your face the night you walked away. the way your voice had broken. the way you had trembled, not with anger, but with hurt.

and worst of all? it was his fault.

he had caused this.

he would lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling every ounce of your heartbreak as if it were his own. he would reach for his phone, fingers hovering over your name, but he knew. you weren’t ready. you weren’t waiting for him to say sorry—you were waiting to see if he would change.

the pack noticed almost immediately.

at first, they thought he was just sulking—jacob had never been one to handle emotions well, especially when it came to his imprint. but as the days stretched into weeks, it became impossible to ignore.

“you look like shit,” paul said bluntly one night, arms crossed as he watched jacob push his untouched plate of food away.

jacob didn’t even have the energy to snap back.

quil and embry weren’t much better—watching him like he was a bomb about to go off. “you should talk to her,” embry suggested carefully, choosing his words like one wrong move would set jacob off. “fix things.”

jacob let out a bitter laugh. “she won’t even look at me.”

“that’s because you fucked up,” leah cut in, unimpressed with his self-pity. “and you know it.”

her words stung, but they were nothing compared to the guilt already eating away at him.

seth, the only one who seemed remotely sympathetic, shifted uncomfortably. “she’s your imprint, man. that has to mean something to her. if you just—”

“if i just what, seth?” jacob snapped, his voice harsher than intended. “say i’m sorry? tell her it won’t happen again? you should’ve seen her that night… i made her feel like she was nothing. that’s not something you just… fix.”

silence.

the weight of his own words settled in his chest like a stone. and that realization hit him harder than anything else.

for the first time, jacob was forced to sit with what he had done. to look back on every time he had left you mid-conversation to answer bella’s call. every time he had seen the flicker of hurt in your eyes and ignored it. every time he had told himself that you would understand—that you would always understand.

he had taken you for granted. and now, he was paying the price.

it wasn’t enough to say you mattered. he had to show you.

days turned to weeks, and jacob forced himself to change. to put action behind his words. he stopped chasing bella’s shadow. he stopped making excuses. and most importantly, he accepted that losing you—really losing you—was not something he was willing to let happen.

the next time bella called, he let it ring. and ring. and ring. the phone buzzed against the wood of his nightstand, vibrating with insistence, but he didn’t move. didn’t reach for it like he always did. the act felt unnatural—like breaking a habit he hadn’t even realized he had formed. but for the first time, he chose not to run to her.

instead, he sat in the quiet and thought of you.

he thought of your laughter, the way it used to wrap around him like warmth on a cold day. he thought of your stubbornness, the fire in your eyes when you stood your ground. he thought of the way you had always been there, always understanding, always waiting.

he had made you wait long enough.

so, one evening, as the sun dipped below the trees, jacob found himself standing outside your house, his hands trembling at his sides. he hadn’t seen you in what felt like forever, he had no idea if you would even open the door. the imprint was screaming at him to fix it, to hold you, to make it right.

but this time, he knew better.

taking a deep breath, he knocked.

would you open the door? would you listen? he didn’t know.

but for the first time, he wasn’t just desperate to get you back— he was ready to earn you.

the knock echoed through the silent house, sharp and insistent against the quiet.

you heard it instantly, but you didn’t move.

you knew who it was.

for weeks, you had felt jacob just beyond your reach—the imprint a constant, aching presence, tugging at you like a phantom limb. his absence wasn’t truly absence. it was a weight, pressing against your ribs, making it hard to breathe.

and yet, you had stayed away.

because every time you thought about him, all you could hear was the echo of your own voice breaking as you told him you couldn’t do it anymore. that you wouldn’t be second. and begging him to stay. to finally choose you.

another knock—louder this time, more urgent.

you swallowed hard, tightening your grip on the fabric of your sleeves, nails digging into your palms. he wouldn’t leave. you knew that. but opening the door meant facing him, meant seeing him—jacob, and everything he had put you through.

a ragged, shuddering breath came from the other side. then, his voice—low, hoarse, pleading.

“y/n… please.”

the sound of him nearly brought you to your knees.

jacob black never begged. never. he had always been too stubborn, too reckless, too sure of himself. but now, his voice cracked under the weight of something raw, something broken.

you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to steel yourself. but then he spoke again, and this time, his words came out uneven, trembling.

“i know i don’t deserve for you to open this door.” a sharp exhale. “i know i don’t deserve your forgiveness.” his voice wavered, barely above a whisper. “but please… just let me say what i need to say.”

the imprint was relentless, pulling at you, forcing you to feel him. his desperation. his regret. the depth of his pain, tangled with your own. it was unbearable. you hated how deeply you felt him, how much your heart still reached for him even after everything.

because no matter how much he had hurt you, no matter how much you had tried to shut him out…

you had missed him.

more than you wanted to admit.

your body moved before your mind fully decided.

slowly, hesitantly, you pushed yourself to your feet, your pulse thrumming beneath your skin. every step toward the door felt heavier than the last, dread and longing intertwining in your chest.

your hand hovered over the doorknob. you hesitated.

you had spent weeks trying to sever the connection in your mind, convincing yourself that love—real love—wasn’t something you had to beg for. that if jacob had truly wanted you, if you had really meant as much to him as he claimed, then he wouldn’t have spent so long making you feel like you were just a placeholder.

and yet…

you exhaled shakily and pulled the door open.

jacob stood there, looking wrecked.

he wasn’t just tired. he was hollowed out.

his usually warm brown skin was paler than normal, his dark circles so deep they looked bruised. his hair was an unkempt mess, sticking to his forehead from either sweat or rain—maybe both. and his lips were parted, his breath catching at the sight of you like he had just been punched in the gut.

for the longest time, neither of you spoke.

then, jacob exhaled a sharp, shuddering breath. his hands were clenched into fists at his sides, shaking with restraint. “y/n,” he rasped, voice raw, “please.”

you swallowed. the weeks of silence between you had been long and unbearable, but jacob? he looked like he hadn’t survived them at all.

still, your voice was quiet, guarded. “what are you doing here?”

jacob sucked in another breath like he was trying to steady himself. but it didn’t work. his control was crumbling, desperation bleeding into every part of him. “i couldn’t—i can’t—” he broke off, running a shaking hand through his hair before stepping forward just a fraction, catching himself before he got too close.

his restraint made your chest ache.

jacob had never hesitated before.

“i don’t know how to exist without you.” the confession tore from him, desperate and hoarse, like he had been carrying it for weeks. “i thought i could—i thought maybe if i gave you space, if i let you have what you needed—” he let out a ragged, self-loathing laugh. “but it’s killing me, y/n. i feel like i’m dying.”

you clenched your jaw, willing yourself to stay firm.

but then jacob did something he had never done before.

he fell to his knees.

right there, on your porch, in the dim evening light.

and when he looked up at you—god—his eyes were glassy, filled with nothing but agony and pleading. “i fucked up,” he choked out, his voice wrecked beyond repair. “i fucked up so bad.”

the weight of his pain crushed into you through the imprint, drowning you in it. you gripped the edge of the door, suddenly struggling to breathe.

“i didn’t see it,” he whispered, shaking his head. “i swear i didn’t see what i was doing to you. i thought—” he let out another broken laugh, his hands trembling where they rested on his thighs. “i thought you’d always be there. i thought you knew how much i loved you, even when i—” his breath hitched. “even when i made you feel like you weren’t enough.”

you sucked in a sharp breath.

because that was the wound that had festered most.

not that he had put bella first. but that, in doing so, he had made you feel like less.

“but i get it now. i get why you left. i get why you needed space. and i know—” his voice cracked, and he sucked in a trembling breath. “i know i don’t deserve another chance. but i swear to you, y/n… i won’t make the same mistake again.”

you clenched your jaw, your emotions warring inside you.

because damn him. damn him for finally getting it.

jacob had always been passionate—fiery and stubborn and reckless. but this? this was something else entirely.

this was raw.

this was jacob black, broken at your feet, choosing you in the way he should have from the beginning.

and yet… you hesitated.

“why now?” you whispered.

jacob blinked, his brows furrowing.

“why did it take me leaving for you to realize?” your voice wavered, thick with the weight of everything he had put you through. “why did i have to walk away for you to see me?”

pain flickered across his face.

then, he did something that nearly stopped your heart.

he reached for you—hesitant, unsure—fingers barely brushing over the back of your hand before pulling away like he didn’t deserve to touch you.

“because i was a selfish idiot,” he whispered. “because i took you for granted. because i thought—” he inhaled deeply, his gaze locking onto yours with something desperate, pleading. “i thought I had all the time in the world with you. and i was so, so wrong.”

your breath hitched.

jacob clenched his jaw, his hands fisting in his lap. “but i choose you, y/n. i choose you.” his voice was thick, unsteady. “not because of the imprint. not because i need you to fix me.” he sucked in a breath, his eyes locking onto yours with something devastatingly real. “but because i love you.”

your heart stuttered.

jacob had said those words before. but never like this.

never with this much certainty.

never with this much desperation.

your fingers twitched at your side, your eyes looking at him—at his sleepless eyes, at the way his hands shook at his sides— and you realized something.

you had left to protect yourself.

but he had changed to earn you back

slowly, cautiously—you reached for his hand.

jacob inhaled sharply as your fingers brushed against his—his entire body freezing before exhaling a shuddering breath, like he had just been pulled from drowning. when you finally intertwined them, he let out a strangled sound, squeezing yours like he was terrified you’d slip away again.

“don’t make me regret this,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.

jacob let out something between a laugh and a sob, his forehead nearly pressing against your knee from where he knelt. “i won’t,” he swore, his voice shaking. “i swear, y/n—i won’t.”

your fingers curled around his, hesitant but firm, and jacob’s breath caught in his throat as you carefully pulled him inside.

and then, to your utter shock—jacob let out a choked sob.

it wasn’t loud. it wasn’t dramatic. it was the kind of broken, helpless sound that came from someone who had been barely holding themselves together, someone who had been standing on the edge of a cliff for weeks, waiting to fall.

his free hand shot up, hovering near your waist—so close, but not touching. he was waiting.

“can i—” his voice was wrecked, thick with emotion. “can i hold you?”

your heart clenched at the raw vulnerability in his voice. your walls cracking just a little more.

jacob black—who had never hesitated to pull you into his arms before, who had always touched before thinking—was asking.

jacob was holding himself back, his body so tense he was practically shaking, like he was afraid one wrong move would scare you away again.

wordlessly, you nodded.

his arms wrapped around you so tightly it almost knocked the air from your lungs, his body folding into yours with a desperation that nearly brought you to your knees. his face buried against your neck, and you felt the wetness of his tears as he let out a shuddering breath.

his arms tightened, his whole body curling around you, as if trying to shield you from anything that could take you away from him again.

“god,” he rasped, his breath hot against your skin. “god, i missed you so much. i—” his voice cracked, and he pulled back just enough to look at you, his hands framing your face like he needed to see you, to memorize you. his thumbs brushed over your cheekbones with the softest reverence. his breath was still uneven, his eyes still red-rimmed and wrecked, but there was something else there, too.

hope.

and then—before you could process it—his lips were on yours.

the kiss was desperate.

not soft. not hesitant. it was raw, unrestrained—starved.

jacob kissed you like he was drowning and you were the only thing keeping him afloat, like he was trying to pour every ounce of regret, every moment of suffering, into that one moment. his hands shook where they held you, and his breath came in short, uneven gasps between kisses, like he was trying to say something but couldn’t find the words.

when he finally pulled back, his forehead pressed against yours, his eyes squeezed shut. his breath was still uneven, still shaky.

“i love you,” he whispered, voice barely above a breath. “i love you so much.”

you swallowed hard, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, feeling the way his heart pounded against his ribs—too fast, too frantic.

for the first time, you weren’t just hearing his words.

you were feeling them.

and as his arms wrapped around you, holding you as if he’d never let go, the space between you disappeared completely.

[wolfpackss]

Hello! I'd love to request Jacob responding to his imprint having an asthmatic attack. One that's bad enough they have to get paramedics to get her on oxygen until they can get to the hospital to get medication to calm the asthma attack. I'm sure poor Jacob would just be losing it. <3 Please and thank you!

Hhiii!! I love Jacob and this request so I had a blast writing this piece. I must warn you, I don’t know asthma attacks that well so I had to google a lot!

I hope you enjoy it, I tried my best! Keep it coming with the requests, I love doing them!

It’s a beautiful summer day and you’re hanging out at the beach with your imprinter boyfriend and the rest of his pack. The boys are playing football, which always gets a little rough when they’re all together while the girls are hanging out, chatting and drinking.

“Baby, check this out!” You look over to Jacob as he sprints down the beach towards you, does a flip and lands perfectly next to your towel. “Amazing babe” you kiss his cheek and a big smile forms on his face. Embry drops down next to Jacob and puts an arm around him. “Come on Jake, you can cuddle all the time you want later but now it’s boys time” Embry grins at you and you smile back, laughing a little at his joke. All of a sudden you start coughing a little, making Jake turn towards you with big eyes.

“I’m fine babe, really. Just a little cough, now go! Have fun” you smile at him. “Yeah we’ll take good care of her!” Emily tells him. He hesitates but follows embry anyway. You cough a little again but you wave it off to the other girls. You open your book again and try reading the same chapter but you can feel your chest becoming tighter and the panic sets in.

With fear in your eyes you try to find Emily’s hand while trying to focus on your breathing. Emily is talking to Kim when she feels you touch her hand and turns around towards you. “Y/n? What are you-, oh my god, okay!” Emily becomes frantic as you’re breathing becomes heavier. You face becomes pale and you can feel the cold sweat form on your forehead. Kim runs off towards the boys the moment you start wheezing. “This isn’t good y/n! I’m calling 911” Emily starts running around, calls 911 and puts it on speaker so she can comfort you while talking to the dispatcher.

You wheeze uncontrollably and you feel warm hands cover your shoulders. Jacob pulls your back into his chest and he intertwines your fingers with his. “Breathe for me baby, please just focus on your breathing okay!” His voice rings in your ear and you can barely hear him over the sound of your wheezing. You can feel the panic in his body, he’s shaking and his hands are clutching yours. “They’re almost here!” Your wheezing stops but your chest won’t stop tightening. “Good girl, just focus on your breathing” Jacob sounds relieved but you can see his mind racing with different emotions.

As soon as the ambulance arrives and the paramedics give you the help you need and put you on oxygen, Jacob start calming down. You slowly start to get your breathing under control and they do their check ups. You turn your head to look at your boyfriend and you see the tears in his eyes. You stretch your hand out to him and he grips it tightly.

“I told you it was an attack! I know you baby, I know when it’s happening. You have to trust me when I tell you” he rubs his thumb across the back of your hand. You look around the pack and see all their faces scrunched up in worry and relieve. “You okay?” You look back at Jacob and nod your head. After getting the all clear from the paramedics, you all decide to call it a day. Jacob takes you home.

“You’re gonna be on my ass when I let out just one cough, aren’t you?” You look over to him when you lay in bed together watching the movie you picked out. “You fucking bet I am! Do you know how anxious I was? Or still am, you need to tell me baby, you need to talk to me when you feel something, a cough, a sneeze, I don’t care, talk to me” you grab Jacob’s hand and squeeze it. “I will, I promise. I love you Jake” you lean over and kiss his lips.

“And I love you, pretty girl. Even if you sometimes scare the living shit out of me”

[akariamai]

Romeo & Juliet [Part 3]

Paring: Jacob Black x OC!Swan

Word Count: 1,219

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4

It felt as if the Swan household let out a silent sigh of relief as Bella was coming out of her slump. Bella no longer spent her days burrowing into her chair, looking out the window waiting for him. The last conversation their father had with her really brought her out of her slump. She was now spending time away from their old table and hanging out with her friends and even Jacob. Things were starting to get better and Sloan hoped it would stay that way.

She did notice prominent differences in her sister. Bella no longer loved music. In fact, she shunned it at every turn. Car rides to school were filled with dead air and the night before, Sloan found all of Bella’s CD collection in the trash. She fished them out from the garbage in case Bella changed her mind. Growing up, music was a way to escape their mother’s impetuous decision-making. They both found solace in music, and to learn Edward had taken away her safe place broke Sloan’s heart. For now, she would keep them safe until Bella was ready.

Sloan flipped through the channels, not finding anything of interest, and switched the TV off.

“I’m heading to Jake’s,” Bella hurried down the stairs, almost tripping on her untied shoelaces. They did not need another scare like the one that landed her in the hospital.

“Be careful,” Sloan warned. Bella was clumsy all on her own. She didn’t need external forces to turn her mishaps into full-blown disasters. “Would you mind if I tag along?” Sloan hadn’t seen or spoken to Jacob since their beach day. The two could go on for months without contact and immediately chat like nothing happened.

Bella’s body fluctuated from complete relaxation to tense rigidity. “Um…” It was a brief moment of awkward silence. Bella folded into herself as if she wanted to disappear, and Sloan grew more frustrated by the palpable tension in the room. The more they sat in silence, the heavier the air became, the weight of unspoken words and unresolved disposition pressing down on them.

“You know what, I changed my mind. I don’t want to go,” Sloan relented. She wasn’t going to beg when it was clear she wasn’t wanted. Bella clearly didn’t want her to intrude on their socializing session.

On one hand, Sloan understood. Jacob had become Bella’s safe space, and the dynamic would change, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t hurt by the exclusion.

Bella walked off without even muttering a goodbye. The slam of the door brought a stark realization of her profound solitude.

~~~

Weeks had gone by and Sloan heard from her father that Jacob was sick. It explained why Bella was acting so frantic, incessantly calling Jacob’s phone and Billy’s landline, in hopes Jacob would answer. She was acting like a crazy ex-girlfriend, hence why Sloan didn’t tell her about going over to drop off a get well card and homemade soup. She did not need Bella pleading to come along or disturbing Jacob’s peace while he recovered.

“How could you have gone without telling me?” Bella asked, with animosity dripping from her tone. “Did you see him? Did you talk to him? Why hasn’t he been answering my calls?”

“Bella,” Sloan began, “I only dropped a few things off. I didn’t talk to Jacob, I didn’t even see him. I only spoke to Billy and left. I stayed outside the entire time I was there. Jacob is sick. It’s probably something more than just mono, but whatever it is, Billy is worried it might be contagious.”

Once Bella realized Sloan didn’t have the answers she needed, she immediately went to their landline and called Billy’s again. “Hey Jacob, it’s me again. Just wanted to hear your voice…”

Bella was spiraling again. She tethered herself to Jacob, who made himself readily available to her in her time of need, but now that he needed space, she was lost. Edward really messed her up.

“Bella.” Sloan pulled her away from the landline. “Stop calling Jacob. Stop bothering Billy. Jacob needs rest, and hearing the phone ring several times a day is not going to help him recover any faster. He’ll get back to you as soon as he can.” Talking to Bella like a child had become an occurrence. She was just not getting it.

“Maybe you need some time to yourself. Away from Jacob,” Sloan suggested. “Spend some time with me. We haven’t had movie night in a while. Why not tonight? I can make us some popcorn and we can watch whatever you want.”

“I don’t want to be away from Jacob. Everything is better with him, easier,” Bella exclaimed. “It’s not the same with you.”

“You don’t mean that.” Sloan could feel tears bubbling up to the surface.

“I do,” Bella said, with absolute certainty. “I don’t want to spend any more time with you. I just want him.”

Him. Was she referring to Edward, her first love, or Jacob, the boy she had been co-depending on?

While the separation between Bella and Jacob was accidental, it had shown it was needed. Bella was co-dependent on others, more so on boys. Her behavior, Sloan noted, wasn’t healthy, and being away from Edward and Jacob only sent her spiraling out of her mind. It felt like Bella could not function without their attention. She would need to speak to their father about this revelation.

Bella had left soon after the end of their conversation, deciding it was beneath her, and Sloan knew Bella needed to find a better coping mechanism. She could not depend on others to fix her, to keep her from breaking.

~~~

Rain is a fairly common occurrence in Forks. Rain was nature’s way of restarting the cycle of life and Sloan’s routine of cozying up on the couch, watching a movie, and sipping on a cup of hot chocolate.

Listening to the sound of water droplets striking the roof and windows of the house always left her in a sleepy mood. If she wanted to watch a good portion of the movie, she would have to move quickly. She quickly brewed the hot chocolate while searching through her father’s DVD collection.

Once she picked ‘Legally Blonde,’ she wrapped herself in one of her warmest blankets. The house was quiet as her father and sister were out. Their father was working overtime tonight and would be back late, and her sister was somewhere doing God knows what. After their insightful conversation a few days ago, Sloan distanced herself from her.

Sloan heard the keys rattling and the front door opening. “Bella?” Sloan called out even though she figured it was her sister.

Without an answer, Sloan moved from her spot and called out again, “Bella, is that you?” When she turned to the front door, she could see her sister soaked to the bone. “Are you alright?”

“He doesn’t want me.” She whispered as her body shivered from the cold. Water was pooling beneath her in a puddle.

“What?”

“He doesn’t want to be with me.” She walked upstairs like a zombie, utterly lifeless, a trail of water following behind her.

“Make sure to take a warm shower,” Sloan called out before removing herself from her blankets and moving to clean up Bella’s mess.

Masterlist

[imawreck]

Life of Lies Masterlist

Pairing: Jacob Black x Original Character

Author’s Note: Recently watched the first two movies with my roommate and I forgot how dumb Bella was for not choosing Jacob. This is for her and for me. Jacob is also 18 in this.

Summary: Haunted by the memory of her parents strange death at a young age, Olivia Weathers is thrown into the foster care system. She moved from Forks at the age of 8, and hadn’t looked back since. But when her therapist recommends going back to her hometown for her senior year of high school, Livy is thrown into a whole new set of problems she wasn’t expecting. Suspicions are confirmed and even more mysteries come to light.

Warnings: This story contains angst, it does NOT contain any mentions of that ugly ass CGI baby, and there will be lots of drama and violence accurate to the movies.

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Inhuman (In Progress)

[isabelleforest73]

I NEED HELP AGAIN PLEASE

I am looking for a wattpad book with a Jacob black x oc. I don't remember the oc's name but I know she was a vampire who lived with the Cullens. Basically they stared to date when the Cullens first moved there and he knew she was a vampire. She was allowed on threats land and when Jacob shifted he imprinted on her. Please help me it's been stuck on my mind for a few days and I can't seem to get it out. Honestly, it might be on Tumblr but idk.

[dreadheadmadi]

WORST KEPT SECRET - I

Pairings: Jacob Black x Black! OC (faceclaim: Em Haywood)

Summary: Charlotte “Lotte” Tafv (pronounced Tuh-fuh), a shifter with Muscogee ancestry, travels under close watch toward Forks, Washington. Stuck in a van with the Muscogee pack and barred from shifting, she navigates isolation, surveillance, and the weight of a complicated past. After entering the city of Forks, she can't help but feel uneasy and a strange pull in her chest.

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Mentions of bullying and control over physical appearance, discrimination, subtle emotional repression/isolation, mild language, microaggressions, implied ostracization, paranormal themes, internalized trauma

A/N: Tbh, I'm just using this as an excuse to get back into writing fanfics. College has put me strictly into academic mode, so now I need to relearn how to be creative. Please let me know if you'd like to be tagged!

The van rattled as if it were barely holding itself together, its tires humming steadily against the cracked backroads leading north. I sat in the passenger seat with my hood pulled low, legs folded under me, watching pine trees blur past like ghosts. The windows were down just enough to let the cold air in, and it carried the scent of wet dirt, pine needles, and distant fur.

They were running close by, mere yards away. I could feel it in my bones.

Not just running, free. Stretching their legs across the land they belonged to. The pack sprinted the perimeter as Cheyenne and I drove the center line. I wasn’t allowed to shift, not where someone might see. Not even out here, in the middle of nowhere. The pack’s alpha, Kai, says I should only shift during instruction time, so in other words, never.

I pressed my forehead to the cool glass, the world smearing in green and grey. Somewhere beyond the trees, I knew Kai’s wolf form was cutting through the brush like a knife. The rest of the Muscogee pack flanked him in formation, their pace relentless. I could almost picture them: dark pelts, lean muscle, focused eyes. Everything I wasn’t supposed to be, yet somehow was.

I huffed and turned back around to face the front. Cheyenne kept her eyes on the road, hands steady on the wheel. She hadn’t spoken since we passed the state line into Washington. I wasn’t sure if she hated me, pitied me, or just didn’t know what to say to the girl who shouldn’t exist. She wasn’t my enemy, though. Not really. Cheyenne was… distant. She was quiet, observant, never raised her voice, and did everything Kai asked of her and more, probably why fate made them a match. Still, I could feel the weight of her thoughts pressing against the silence. She glanced at me. Her mouth twitched like she might speak, but she didn’t.

Good. I wasn’t in the mood for another lecture on behavior, boundaries, or why this trip was a “gift.” They loved calling it that. As if I should be thankful that I was stuffed into a stuffy van and dragged along to the other side of the country. Lord knows all I want to do right now is be at my Dad’s house watching the game or going downtown with my friends. I wonder what type of stores Forks has; I hope there’s something remotely interesting to do.

The van jolted over a pothole, making me sit up straighter. My tailbone ached from the hours on the road, but I didn’t complain. Besides, it was hard to focus on that when my bladder was about to explode.

“Can we stop soon?” I asked loudly, causing Cheyenne to jump slightly, “I need to use the bathroom.”

Cheyenne cleared her throat and spoke. “We’ll be crossing into Quileute land soon. There’s a gas station up ahead.”

I nodded but didn’t answer. My tongue felt like lead in my mouth. I’ve heard stories about the Quileute; they were the first shifters ever born. Whenever I eavesdropped during stories of the Muscogee’s beginnings, the elders always described the Quileute tribe as strong and fearful, saying they were to be highly respected. Sounds scary to me, but at least I won’t ever meet one. I’ll take what I can get.

Sensing my uneasiness, Cheyenne offered a small and incredibly fake smile. “They won’t bother you,” she added. “As long as you keep your head down.”

I turned my gaze back to the trees. “I’m used to it.”

Her fingers tightened on the wheel. She didn’t respond.

I saw a flash of grey fur through the trees. Fast. Graceful. Probably Koda or Eli, the younger wolves who barely tolerated me. They hated slowing their run so the “passenger” could keep up in the van.

I hated it, too.

I’ll admit, though, it was hard not to wonder what it would feel like to run beside them - head raised, heart open, body shifting mid-stride into something wild and right. I’ve only experienced it a few times, but it’s exhilarating. Some of me hopes that Kai and the elders will just let me be and roam the world as a wolf. They said I could shift more when I can be trusted to handle it. It’s been years, and I’ve learned to stop wasting my breath asking. Instead, I just close my eyes and imagine the wind hitting my face, rolling and tumbling off my fur and back as I race birds and chase the sun. To run, to be free, to be happy.

Tuh, wishful thinking.

The van eventually slowed as we pulled into a small, half-abandoned gas station nestled in the bend of the road. The kind of place that had three pumps, flickering overhead lights, and a crooked sign that probably hadn’t been painted since the '80s. Cheyenne, as always, didn’t say a word as she cut the engine, just nodded toward the squat building with the bathrooms out back.

I moved to get out, but she locked the door and gave me a look. “Five minutes,” she said flatly.

I gave her a thumbs up before unlocking the door and stepping into the chilly air, stretching my legs with a quiet sigh. My joints ached from being folded so long, and my bladder was screaming and cussing me out. Quickly, I went inside and grabbed the key from the owner. Hearing an abundance of laughing and bickering from behind me, I immediately booked it outside, avoiding the group. The restroom was dingy, slightly damp, and smelled faintly of bleach that didn’t entirely cover up everything else. I locked the stall door and caught a glimpse of myself in the cracked mirror above the sink.

Frizz curled along my edges, escaping from the short curls I’d fluffed into a half-hearted style that morning. My hair framed my face in a halo of tight, defiant coils, part pixie cut, part rebellion. I ran a hand over the sides, gently picking out the parts flattened from leaning against the van window.

There’d been a time when I didn’t want to look in mirrors at all. The elders had buzzed my hair off when the wolf first emerged, said it was tradition. Said it was cleansing, that I had to “shed my human vanity” before I could walk the path of the wolf.

I didn’t care about their reasons. I cried for days. I wore hoods, hats, anything to keep from seeing the mirror. I felt exposed, ugly, like something important had been taken from me. The more I covered up, the more they whispered. They said I was too soft, too attached to "appearances." It made them furious.

Eventually, they gave up trying to shame it out of me, and over time, my curls began to grow back - first as fuzz, then a messy little cloud, and finally into the tight, bouncy coils I had now. It still wasn’t long, but it was mine. I styled it how I liked it. Cute, confident, sharp. Most importantly, it was short enough to be in regulation.

After washing my hands, I tugged my hoodie tighter around my waist and turned my face slightly, examining the slope of my cheekbones and the curve of my nose. Lord knows I am my parent’s child. I spent the next minute touching up my hair and wiping my face until suddenly the bathroom door slammed open with the subtlety of a grenade. I jerked, heart lurching, as Jonah strode in like he owned the place, still smelling like the musk of the woods.

Jonah was Kai’s second-in-command, about two years older than me, all stone jaw and stormy brows, who rarely spoke unless it was to correct or command. Jonah wasn’t cruel like some others, but he wasn’t warm either. Just duty-bound and annoyed that I existed.

I blinked at him in the mirror. “You do know this is the female’s restroom, right?”

He leaned against the wall with that familiar scowl of his. “And you do know you’re not supposed to be out of our sight, right?”

I turned slowly to face him, arms crossed. “Cheyenne said five minutes. I’ve been counting, and it’s barely been three. I went to pee, not cross the border into Canada.”

“You’re under heavy surveillance, alpha’s orders.”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh, I know all about some alpha’s orders.”

He didn’t respond. Jonah just stood there with his arms folded, face stone cold. Eventually, he jerked his head toward the door. “Let’s go.”

I brushed past him and pushed the door open with a little more force than necessary. A car full of college kids had just pulled up to the pump. They looked barely older than me, all windbreakers, messy ponytails, and oversized hoodies. One of them caught sight of Jonah and me stepping out of the bathroom together and immediately let out a high-pitched snicker and pointed. More laughter followed. Someone made a crude noise with their mouth, and another whistled.

I didn’t even flinch. Just kept walking with Jonah right behind me. Jonah mumbled a short, monotone apology as I gave the key back, but I just shrugged and walked out, saying, “Let them think what they want. They always do. “

I was used to people thinking I was romantically involved with one of, if not all, the boys from the pack; why else would they hang around me so much? Follow me around the city if not to take me by the arm and drag me back to the reserve. Doesn’t bother me none about what they think. Besides, I think I would actually be sick to my stomach if any of them were to catch feelings for me.

I climbed into the van, shut the door behind me, and shoved my headphones on without meeting Cheyenne’s eyes. Soft rock music flooded my ears like a wall. That’s all I needed, just something to drown it all out. The van pulled away from the station a few minutes later, gravel crunching beneath the tires. Back on the road and back to silence.

Trees thickened, the road narrowed, and the sky shifted from soft gray to heavier, like the clouds knew we were getting close. I kept my headphones in even after the music stopped, not ready to rejoin the world. Just the muffled hush of rubber on wet asphalt and the occasional sigh of Cheyenne adjusting her grip on the wheel.

We were close now. I could feel it.

The van slowed as we passed a weather-worn wooden sign half-hidden behind overgrown brush: Welcome to Forks. The letters were chipped and barely legible, like even the town wasn’t too eager for company. I sat up a little straighter and slid one earbud out. It was smaller than I imagined. Quiet. Like a place frozen in time. The kind of town where everyone knows each other and outsiders stick out like bruises.

Cheyenne finally broke the silence. “We’ll stay at the reservation’s guest house. It's small, but the pack won’t be far.”

I didn’t respond. My stomach was starting to twist, nerves winding tighter with every turn. I wasn’t sure if it was dread or something else. Excitement, maybe. A strange kind of pressure hummed under my ribs like a warning.

The van made a sharp right and turned down a narrow gravel road lined with moss-covered trees. We were deep in it now. Deeper than I’d ever been. The forest thickened on either side like it was closing around us, trees leaning together in whispered secrets. Moss draped from the branches like old lace, and ferns curled out of the earth like reaching fingers. Every inch looked damp, saturated with rain, shadow, and something older than the road, something watching.

Even Cheyenne seemed more alert now, her eyes flicking toward the rearview mirror to look for the pack, then back to the road ahead. I pressed my palm to the cool window, watching the trees blur past. This didn’t feel like a place you could just drive into. You had to be let in, and I wasn’t sure I’d been invited.

I could feel that low, gnawing pressure in my chest again, like the moment before a shift when your body starts questioning what it is. It was like the forest pressed against my skin, whispering my name through the bark and mist. I hated that it felt familiar and right, and I could never enjoy it.

The gravel crunched beneath us, each bump rattling through the floor like a heartbeat. We passed a wooden sign carved with looping script: La Push Reservation. Just seeing the name made me straighten up. This was it where legends lived, where stories started.

We curved around a bend, and just like that, the woods gave way to something almost normal - tiny houses tucked into the trees, clotheslines dancing in the wind, the distant sound of children playing. A welcome sign was painted on a slab of driftwood near the edge of a gravel pull-off. It looked like a town that didn’t want to be found. Forks was still a few miles away, but we were officially on Quileute land now.

Cheyenne slowed the van as we rolled past a few modest homes and an ample gathering space made of timber and stone. Everything was soaked in rain and fog, but it didn’t feel dreary or sacred, like this place carried memory in its soil.

We stopped in front of two wooden cabins with slanted tin roofs and small porches. Smoke rose in a lazy curl from the chimney. It looked like something out of a dream. Or a warning.

Cheyenne cut the engine. “This is us.”

I nodded and shoved my hood back, blinking hard at the sudden stillness. My legs felt like jelly as I stepped out onto the dirt. The air was heavier and thicker here, like it hadn’t moved in years.

Kai was already there, fully dressed, damp leaves clinging to his boots. He stood on the porch, arms folded, his gaze cutting sharp through the mist like a blade. He didn’t say anything; he didn’t need to. That stare alone carried more weight than a speech.

Jonah appeared a few seconds later, expression unreadable, a duffel slung over one shoulder. He dropped it just inside the door and disappeared again without a word.

“Unpack and stay inside,” Cheyenne said softly, coming around the front of the van. “You’ll have your own room, but don’t wander. You’re still under restriction, Lotte.”

“Of course I am,” I muttered, keeping it low. No use in setting her off now. The rest of the pack filtered outside, bustling with energy after claiming whose rooms were whose. They weaved around me like I had the plague; the only ones acknowledging my existence were Koda, Eli, and Ajay. Koda and Eli bump into me on either shoulder, almost causing me to fall, but Ajay awkwardly catches me and nods before running to the van.

Inside, the cabin was warm but sparse. A fire crackled in the hearth, and the scent of cedar hung thick in the air. Contrary to the pack’s cabin, there were only three rooms: a small kitchen, a shared living area, and one bedroom with two beds. Cheyenne took the one closest to the door. I got the one in the back, with a tiny window that faced the woods. The mattress was stiff, the blanket scratchy, and the dresser had one working drawer. Still, it was better than sleeping in a car for days.

I dropped my headphones on the bed and sat down, letting the silence wrap around me like a second skin. However, I didn’t get much time to decompress as Cheyenne and Kai soon stumbled in with Cheyenne’s belongings.

“Wow, they weren’t lying when they said it was small,” Cheyenne observed as Kai set her stuff on the bed.

“You could always sleep with me.” As he addressed his imprint, Kai’s voice was void of the usual gruff tone. “I’ll have Ajay or Jim room with her.”

“No, no, it’s fine. They probably wouldn’t,” Cheyenne paused to look at me before gesturing into the air, “get along.”

“Ajay and Jim are better than the others, not as stern,” Kai notes. How he can just talk about me as if I wasn’t a few feet away is impressive. “She’ll live. Come be with me.” I could tell Cheyenne was considering the deal since the pack’s cabin was renovated recently and had better accommodations. Cheyenne glanced at me again before nodding, much to Kai’s delight. It didn’t take long to move out Cheyenne and move in Jim quickly. The said man was sitting silently on the bed, watching me unpack. I sighed. “Not even gonna help me?”

“Kai said you didn’t need help.”

“Right, why do I even bother?” I mumbled. It was not like it would help; I knew Jim would hear it.

Kai was right when he said Ajay or Jim would be the better choice. Over my ten years of being involved with the tribe, Ajay and Jim never mistreated me; they never treated me exceptionally well either, but I’ll take avoidance over straight bullying like Koda and Eli. Ajay and Jim were cousins, both born around the same time as me. When they shifted, they were juniors in high school, football players. They both fell ill after traveling to the nearby town, which made the school think there was some sort of outbreak, but a vampire was attracted to the smell of a bunch of people in the stadium. Thankfully, no one died, but I did have to use Kai’s phone number, which is never an aspiration. It took ten voicemails and a few calls to Jonah’s phone to contact him.

The vampire was long gone when they finally showed up, but the air was still heavy with its scent. That was the first time I saw Ajay shift. One moment, he was just a kid, barely taller than me, and the next, he was this massive blur of fur and fury. Jim followed suit not long after, less graceful but just as lethal. They handled the situation like soldiers: quiet, quick, and efficient. Afterward, they didn’t say much, just gave me a nod before disappearing into the trees like ghosts, following Kai and Jonah home. That’s how they always were. Distant but not hostile. A kind of neutral I’d come to appreciate.

Back in the cabin, Jim hadn’t moved, still sitting stiffly on the edge of the bed like he was guarding it from me. I tried not to sigh too loudly as I unpacked just a couple changes of clothes, my toothbrush, and a beat-up paperback I’d been carrying around for weeks. I set the book on the nightstand and turned my back, giving him space.

The silence between us stretched long and thin. Eventually, I muttered, “I don’t snore, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Jim grunted in response. Not exactly comforting, but better than being ignored completely.

Outside, I could hear the rest of the pack laughing, moving around, boots crunching against gravel before leaving to explore the forest. Normal stuff. Stuff I was never entirely included in. I looked out the little window beside my bed. The trees were still unmoving, dark, and full of secrets. Somewhere out there, the Muscogee wolves were running, blending into the forest like they belonged there.

And here I was. Contained. Watched. Waiting.

My body ached with the need to run. Not just because I wanted to shift, though I did, but because I hated being this close to something I couldn’t touch, like holding your breath underwater with the surface just inches away. I sat on the bed and pulled my knees to my chest, resting my chin on them.

Tomorrow, we’d meet with the Quileute wolves. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for that, whatever it meant. Another pack. Another set of eyes. Another group of people who’d probably look at me like I didn’t belong.

Jim suddenly stood up and walked toward the door.

“Where are you going?” I asked, more out of habit than interest.

He shrugged. “Checking perimeter.”

“Right. Tell the trees I said hi.”

His mouth twitched, maybe a smirk, not, and then he was gone.

For the first time in a while, I was alone, just me, the four walls, and a mattress that smelled faintly like pine. No eyes were tracking my every breath, no orders, no sideways glances from wolves who barely tolerated my presence. Just quiet. It should’ve felt like relief. It didn’t.

I lay back, arms folded behind my head, staring up at the wooden ceiling like it might crack open and spill out answers. But all it gave me was silence and the soft creak of the house settling into the earth. My fingers curled around the edge of the blanket, stiff and itchy, like the fabric had been washed too many times or not at all. I turned onto my side, facing the wall. My hair brushed against the pillow. It was still damp from the bathroom sink earlier, the curls tight and springy against my cheek. I liked how it felt, like something real, something I chose.

Outside, I heard a branch snap. Probably Jim. Or a deer. Or something else that didn’t want to be seen. I didn’t smell a vampire, so I didn’t move or blink; I just kept listening.

The woods here had a rhythm, slow and deliberate, like the trees were breathing around us. Every creak and whistle of wind through the branches felt like a warning and a welcome.

Eventually, my eyes got heavy. Not from peace. Just exhaustion. I didn’t expect sleep to come, but it did, slow and shallow, pulling me under like a tide. I dreamed of red fur and running feet. Of a voice I didn’t recognize whispering my name through trees too tall to see their tops. And when I woke, just before dawn, my heart pounding and my breath caught in my throat, I didn’t know if I was scared or excited.

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6.

Ya limpiando las últimas mesas para realizar el tan ansiado cierre del local de ese frío viernes, Grace sopesó en la idea de rendirse y solo por un momento vivir la vida que le correspondería a una joven mujer de dieciocho años. Suspiró agazapada en su melancolía y terminó sus labores mientras observaba por los infinitos ventanales de la cafetería donde cubría turnos aleatorios cómo las personas caminaban rápidamente por las aceras buscando refugio del viento y la humedad que se levantaba a esas horas de la tarde-noche. Pasaban veloces algunos grupos de amigos, riendo y apretando más sus cuerpos a sus abrigos, caminaban parejas tomadas de la mano, felices, probablemente planeando el siguiente panorama para la noche del viernes o el latente fin de semana.

Grace nunca tuvo una relación larga, que durara años por lo menos, siempre se mantuvo esquiva de los sentimientos profundos que la hacían dudar de su cordura y sentido de pertenencia. Muchos la amaron, ella no amó.

Nadie que la rodeara había tenido una relación amorosa exitosa, por tanto ella creía saber que el final siempre sería el mismo para todos, incluyéndola. La tasa de divorcios era cada vez más alta, las parejas libres cada vez más populares, el amor era un tema del pasado, casi obsoleto y medieval, el individualismo marcaba la moda y ella prefería las cosas así. Su estilo de vida y sus tiempos no eran compatibles con un hombre que quisiera pasar sus días con ella y ella prefería pasar sus días trabajando para que sus hermanos tuvieran un futuro lejos de su padre y probablemente lejos de ella. Sabía que era mejor mantenerse lo más ocupada posible porque cuando tenía tiempo libre su cabeza empezaba a hablar y serpentear en pensamientos crueles y amenazantes, llenos de miedos e inseguridades.

Se despidió de las demás trabajadoras que se encontraban finalizando su turno y salió del local con pasos lentos mientras se abrochaba el largo abrigo negro que la mantendría tibia. Al levantar la mirada, sus facciones se amoldaron a la sorpresa que invadió su cuerpo al ver la figura que se encontraba frente a ella.

-Hey, ¿Me recuerdas?-.

-No ha pasado tanto tiempo como para olvidarte- Respondió mientras se acercaba al chico. -¿Qué haces acá?-.

-Lucas está en la reserva con Sam, se llevó el auto y mencionó que te encontrabas trabajando lejos de tu casa, así que pensé en venir a recogerte para que no camines con este frío. Dicen que va a nevar en cualquier momento-.

Grace pudo sentir inmediatamente cómo su estómago se llenaba de mariposas revoloteando por doquier, solo escuchar el profundo y grave timbre de voz del muchacho la hacía débil a su presencia y sus piernas perdían la fuerza para mantenerla de pie. Lo conoció cuando fue por primera vez a la casa de su medio hermano mayor en La Push, hace dos semanas, y no había logrado sacarlo de su cabeza. Ahondaba en sus sueños y en sus pensamientos, lo que lo convertía en un ser peligroso para ella.

Aunque hubiera querido sonreír y lanzarse a sus brazos, Grace se limitó a fruncir sus labios en una mueca.

-¿Viniste desde La Push hasta acá solo para llevar a casa a la media hermana de tu amigo?- Preguntó arqueando una de sus pronunciadas cejas. Sus ojos pardo brillaban con curiosidad sincera.

Paul era conocido por ser un chico impaciente, su fuerte temperamento y su falta de tino lo delataban constantemente. En cualquier otra situación, hubiera desistido inmediatamente y se hubiera marchado sin mirar atrás, odiaba que alguien cuestionara sus acciones y más aún si eran sinceras y venían desde sus sentimientos reales y no por una calentura. Pero con Grace todo era diferente, desde el primer momento en que posó sus ojos en ella su mundo giró ciento ochenta grados, todo lo que él creía correcto ya no importaba, solo importaba ella.

La observó con detenimiento, memorizando sus facciones y terminaron cruzando miradas. Había algo en ese par de ojos pardo que encontraba fascinante, quizá era lo expresivo que eran, quizá eran sus marcadas cejas que denotaban seriedad, quizá eran sus largas y encrespadas pestañas, pero había algo que no permitía a Paul Lahote desviar la mirada.

-Hazme el favor y súbete al auto, bonita. No manejé tantas horas por nada- Respondió a secas. Sin esperar respuesta de ella, abrió la puerta del copiloto y la observó desafiante. Grace solo levantó ambas cejas y guardó silencio en su posición inicial, ningún hombre le decía lo que tenía que hacer, ni siquiera él, que era considerablemente el hombre más guapo y atrayente que había conocido en su corta existencia.

Paul suspiró, sintiéndose cada vez más derrotado por esa diosa afrodita que no salía de su mente. Puso los ojos en blanco y murmuró un “por favor” a regañadientes, provocando instantáneamente una gran sonrisa en Grace que no tuvo tiempo de ocultar.

-Ahí están tus modales. ¡Por fin!- Le dijo levantando sus brazos exageradamente mientras se reía de él. Caminó los pasos que le faltaban para llegar al auto y se subió en un suave movimiento que le recordó a Paul a las bailarinas de ballet.

Cerró con cuidado la puerta de Grace y caminó hasta la puerta del piloto para subirse al auto y prender la calefacción, ya que notó con anterioridad cómo las mejillas de Grace se sonrojaban cada vez más por el frío, así como de igual manera la punta de su pequeña nariz. Nada de esto pasó desapercibido por la observadora Grace, quien agradeció internamente el gesto caballeroso.

-¿Qué hace mi hermano en la reserva?, ¿Te dijo algo?- Preguntó la chica, girándose hacia el conductor.

-Ah, eso deberías preguntárselo a él, no voy a jugar a chismear y contar secretos ajenos contigo- Le contestó Paul con una atractiva sonrisa de costado. Grace dudaba que estuviera soltero, pero no pretendía llegar a algo con él, ya lo había decidido.

-¿Cuál es la gracia de que me cuentes que Lucas se encuentra con Sam si no me vas a contar el por qué?- Refunfuñó, provocando una incipiente ternura en Paul. Podía notar cómo su cascarón se iba rompiendo poco a poco, y no se cansaría hasta conocer a la verdadera Grace Uley - García.

-Bueno chismosa, ¿Me vas a decir dónde vives o nos vamos a quedar toda la noche conversando en el auto?- Paul ya había entendido que no le gustaban los sobrenombres a la chica, por lo que utilizaría cada momento en el que pudiera hacerlo.

Mientras Grace le indicaba a Paul cómo llegar a su hogar, sintió por primera vez en su vida un pequeño nudo de vergüenza en su interior. No sabía en qué condiciones se podía encontrar todo, no sabía si Joshua estaba borracho o dormido, tampoco sabía si Annie había salido o estaría dando vueltas por el primer piso de la casa, ni siquiera sabía si alguien había limpiado la cocina y los baños. ¡Dios, ¿Por qué se encontraba tan nerviosa solo por un chico?!

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Faith Reed ✤ Equinox

The Cullens were vampires, big deal.  It was the worst kept secret in all of Forks.  No one would say anything, of course, it was an unspoken rule.  But then Bella Swan came to town and messed everything up, and now Faith has to protect her entire town from some giant Vampire-Werewolf war.  Goddammit, she just wanted her perfect SAT score.

Fandom: Twilight

Species: Human

Face Claim: Olivia Cooke 

Love Interest: Jacob Black

Theme song: The Analyst, Delta Goodrem

Pinterest: tbd

Playlist: tbd

Tag List: @airwolf92 – want to be added?

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Check out @nixdragon ‘s Twilight series on wattpad!

Book 1: She Will Be Loved

Book 2: Howling at the Moon

Book 3: Every Happy Moment

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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

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

Mike drop

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

[bambieyedoll]

⋆·˚ ༘ * JACOB BLACK HEADCANONS 𐚁̸.ᐟ

𐙚 jacob and you are having a baby

jacob knows something’s up— he notices right away that you’ve been acting different.

you’re more tired than usual, feeling queasy in the mornings, and turning your nose up at foods you normally love.

one night, while you’re curled up on the couch, he nudges you gently. “you feeling okay, baby? you’ve been acting kinda off lately.”

the pack teases him because he starts getting paranoid. embry snickers, “dude, maybe she’s pregnant.” jacob rolls his eyes at first, but then the thought sticks.

he starts watching you even more closely. the next time you run to the bathroom after breakfast, his stomach drops.

you weren’t sure how to bring it up, especially since this wasn’t exactly planned. but after taking multiple tests (because one wasn’t enough for you to believe it), you know you have to tell him.

you sit him down, fidgeting with your fingers, heart pounding. “jake… i have to tell you something.”

his protective instincts kick in immediately. “what? what’s wrong?” you take a deep breath and whisper, “i’m— i’m pregnant.”

jacob just… freezes. his eyes widen, his mouth opens slightly, but no words come out. it’s the first time you’ve ever seen him completely speechless.

“wait… seriously?” he blinks rapidly, like he’s trying to process it. “you’re serious? we’re—?” you nod, watching his reaction carefully.

there’s the softest, most overwhelmed look on his face— his expression shifts from shock to awe.

his gaze drops to your stomach, then back up to your eyes, as if he’s trying to fully comprehend that his baby is growing inside you.

jacob isn’t the type to cry easily, but his throat tightens. he lets out a soft, breathless laugh, running a hand through his hair.

“we’re having a baby?” he repeats it like he’s trying to make it real. when you nod again, his face breaks into the biggest smile.

he drops to his knees in front of you, placing his hands on your stomach—even though there’s no bump yet. his voice is a whisper, full of love and disbelief. “our baby’s in there?”

he surges up, cupping your face and kissing you deeply, murmuring “i love you” between every kiss. then he presses a soft kiss to your stomach, resting his forehead against it for a moment, completely overwhelmed.

after the initial shock, jacob won’t stop smiling. he pulls you into his arms, practically lifting you off the ground. “we’re gonna be parents, babe! holy sht—i’m gonna be a dad!”

the pack hears him freak out.

a few minutes later, you hear a commotion outside as jacob literally sprints out of the house, yelling, “I’M GONNA BE A DAD!” the pack stares at him like he’s lost it, while embry and quil crack up. “well, there goes our eardrums.”

at first, he’s just running on pure adrenaline and excitement, but once things settle down, it really starts sinking in.

he refuses to let you do anything— “baby, sit down. i’ll get it.” “no, no, don’t carry that—i’ll do it.” the protectiveness starts immediately, and you know he’s going to be insufferable for the next nine months.

at some point, the shock turns into smug pride. he’ll walk around with his chest puffed out, looking ridiculously pleased.

if anyone so much as looks at you, he grins and announces, “yeah, that’s my girl. and she’s having my kid.” the pack just groans.

even though there’s no bump yet, he always falls asleep with his hand over your stomach, like he’s already protecting the baby.

sometimes, he murmurs in his sleep, things like “my family” and lots of “love you” and you just melt right there and then.

he immediately insists on turning the spare room into a nursery. even though you’re barely pregnant, he’s already talking about color schemes and crib options.

you joke, “honey, the baby is the size of a bean.” he just shrugs. “yeah, but bean’s gonna need a room.”

jacob never thought he’d be looking up pregnancy books, but now he’s watching videos on baby development and googling “what foods are safe for pregnancy.” he wants to know everything so he can take care of you properly.

he starts making a list of names that same week. he takes it very seriously. “what about—wait, no, too weird. oh! what about this one?” you roll your eyes. “jake, we have months to decide.” he grins. “yeah, but i wanna get a head start.”

no matter what he’s doing, if you need something, he’s on it. patrol? he’ll wrap it up fast. mid-conversation? he’s already halfway out the door if you call his name.

if you get a craving in the middle of the night? say less. jacob is already grabbing his keys. “pickles and ice cream? you’re sure about this?” he pauses, eyeing you. “…never mind, dumb question. i’ll be back in ten minutes.”

one time, you casually mentioned wanting ice cream, and fifteen minutes later, he burst into the room, breathless, holding two tubs. “chocolate and vanilla. just in case. and sprinkles. thought i’d cover all the bases.”

the pack is used to jacob being a bit reckless, but now? he’s the one lecturing them. “watch where you’re running! y/n is right there.” if you so much as wince, he’s on high alert. “what? what’s wrong? does something hurt?”

quil teases him relentlessly. “dude, she’s pregnant, not made of glass.” jacob glares. “yeah, well, i’m not taking any chances.”

he texts you from patrol with a simple “miss you. you and baby doing okay?” even if he’s exhausted, he always makes sure you feel loved.

he tries to act all tough, but the second he thinks about how you’re having his baby, his heart melts. he’ll randomly wrap his arms around you from behind, resting his hands on your stomach. “you really have no idea how much i love you.”

he acts like it’s no big deal, but then you catch him getting way too excited over tiny onesies.

“babe. look at this. it has little wolves on it. we have to get it.” he also insists on getting one with a motorcycle on it, claiming it’s never too early to start teaching them about bikes.

jacob gets weirdly sentimental. one night, you find him sitting on the couch, holding an old baby picture of himself and other of you.

when you ask what he’s doing, he sighs. “just thinking about how our kid will look like. the perfect mix of us.” he shakes his head with a grin. “god, i really hope they get your nose.”

the first time the baby kicks, he’s obsessed. but when they only seem to kick when he’s not around? he pouts. “oh, so you’ll kick for mommy but not for me? that’s cool. real nice.” you laugh because the second he starts talking to your belly again, the baby kicks immediately.

jacob knows pregnancy is rough on you, so he’s always giving you massages. feet, shoulders, back—whatever you need.

he’ll rub soothing circles over your lower back when you wince, murmuring, “i got you, babe. just relax.” and if you’re extra sore? he’ll have you sit between his legs while he massages your hips, placing gentle kisses along your shoulder.

one of the best perks? jacob is basically a furnace, and when you get those pregnancy chills or aching muscles, he’s got you.

he’ll wrap himself around you, rubbing soothing circles on your back. “feeling better, sweetheart?”

jacob loves your baby bump. the moment your baby bump shows undeniably, he’s obsessed with it. he kisses it, rests his head on it, and just marvels at it.

he talks to your belly all the time. “hey, little one. hope you’re being nice to your mommy in there.” sometimes, you wake up to him murmuring sleepy promises against your skin. “can’t wait to meet you.”

he brings you flowers just because. he surprises you with your favorite snacks. takes you on little dates totally personalized for your comfort and the baby’s.

pregnancy makes you exhausted, moody, and uncomfortable at times, but jacob never makes you feel anything but adored. he’s constantly kissing your forehead, running his hands over your back, and telling you how amazing you are. “you’re incredible, you know that?”

when he sees the baby on the screen for the first time, he just stares. he squeezes your hand, his eyes a little wide. “that’s… that’s our baby.”

he’s so overwhelmed he doesn’t even notice the tear slipping down his cheek until you brush it away with a soft laugh.

during the final pregnancy stages, you start nesting and jacob is both amused and stressed. you want to rearrange the nursery at 2 AM? he groans but still helps you move the crib.

“babe, you realize we already moved this, like, three times, right?” but he does it anyway, because you’re glowing and happy, and he’s weak for you.

he thought he’d be cool and collected, but the second you gasp and say, “honey… i think it’s happening,” he freezes. “oh—oh sht. okay. okay, we got this. no big deal. just—deep breaths, baby. i mean, i should— you’re—oh my god, okay, i’ll get the bag.”

labor is hell, and jacob can’t stand seeing you hurt.

he holds your hand the entire time, his voice low and reassuring. “you’re doing amazing, sweetheart. just a little longer, okay?” he presses shaky kisses to your forehead between contractions, murmuring how much he loves you.

the second your baby is placed in his arms and he’s completely sure you’re okay, jacob is a goner. his voice is barely above a whisper. “hi, baby… it’s your dad.” his eyes shine with emotion, and he looks between you and the baby like you just handed him the whole world. “oh, you’re perfect.”

he was always in love with you, but seeing you as a mom? it ruins him.

one night, as he watches you rocking the baby to sleep, he just shakes his head in awe. “god, you’re gorgeous,” he murmurs, reaching for your hand.

you look up at him with a smile and hold his hand as he carefully steps closer to hug you and the baby safe in his arms.

[monty-gaytor-apologist]

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what the fuck??

[wolfpackss]

HELLO EVERYONE!

I’m so sorry for not giving an update sooner but a lot of things have happened in the time I’ve been away..

So I’ve been at rehabilitation for my leg, that after the accident wasn’t willing to work for a full hundred percent so I’ve been working on that..

Butttttt while I was there I found out I was pregnant and I gave birth to a healthy happy little girl who’s made my entire life with her bubbly personality.

I’m fully committed to go back to writing and finishing requests!

Please send some requests to get me going..

I’m also adding people to write for! So stay tuned for that!

Thank you all for the well wishess and again I’m so sorry for not responding sooner!

Love, Liara!

[akariamai]

Romeo & Juliet [Part 1]

Pairing: Jacob Black x OC!Swan

Word Count: 1953

Part 2 Part 3, Part 4

Sloan Swan detested the assigned reading she was given. It bothers her that the widely accepted portrayal of Shakespeare’s play Romeo and Juliet It was a narrative of blind lust for a stranger rather than an epic love story of two tragic lovers torn apart by their warring families.

“They loved each other.” Bella, her twin sister, argued as she drove them to school. In contrast to Sloan, Bella was enamored with the notion of love and disregarded the glaring red warning signs it left in its wake. Romeo’s lovely, meaningless words blinded her, just like they did so many others.

She criticized, “Romeo was literally ‘in love’ with Juliet’s cousin, Rosaline, and when she didn’t return his feeling, he went looking elsewhere. When he tells his friends about his ‘feelings’ for Juliet, they assume he’s talking about Rosaline.”

“That’s not true.” Her sister shakes her head in disbelief.

Sloan ruffles through her backpack, searching for the school’s copy of the play and flipping through the tagged pages.

“Page 32 to 33. Benvolio says to Romeo, ‘At this same ancient feast of Capulet’s, Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so loves,’ and later in the same page Romeo replies, ‘One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun, Ne’er saw her match since first the world begun.’ Romeo meets Juliet around page 53. Do I need to read more?”

Bella remained quiet as her perception of Romeo and Juliet was uprooted. The heartbreaking reality was silently placed in front of her, bursting a love she had equated her and Edwards to and a raging loathing emerged for her twin sister.

“And not to mention, Romeo only married Juliet to sleep with her. That’s not love.”

Bella gritted her teeth. “What do you know about love?”

“More than you, apparently.” She shot back. It was true she never had a boyfriend, but she was born with logic, and she’d be damned to ignore red flags when she saw them.

“Why do you hate love stories?”

“I don’t hate love stories.” Sloan clarified, “I hate toxic relationships disguised as love stories. There’s a difference.”

Juliet was a naive girl with rose petal shades shielding her from the truth. She was in love with the idea of love and fallen for the first boy to entice her. Her false sense of love drove her to follow him in death. Her end was tragic as she never once felt true love, only the lust of a boy impatient to bed her.

“I pity Juliet. Romeo used her and would’ve abandoned her when a new beauty caught his eye.” She sniffled out a yawn. “He plucked her from the sky and clipped her wings, locking her in a golden cage, and once he got bored of her song, he freed her but left her flightless. That would’ve been the ending of their story if they had lived.”

Bella remained silent, reeling in her fragmented view on Romeo and Juliet’s relationship, her hatred for her sister burning twice as much. The silhouette of the school could not appear fast enough as Bella hurriedly searched for a parking spot.

Her arms trembling as she parked her truck, unable to comprehend Sloan’s point of view on her favorite Shakespeare play, and needed some space to clear her mind. Sloan had zipped her backpack up; infuriating Bella. How can Sloan act as if she hadn’t disrupted her entire world. She slams her door shut as she frantically searches for Edward, her lifeline.

“Wherefore art thou, Bella? Sloan?” Mike calls out as he, Eric, Angela, and Jessica approach the two twins. “You finish the Shakespeare assignment?”

Jessica pitched in, “He means will you finish his assignment?”

“No, I don’t—okay I do.” He admits.

“I can help you with it — but first —” She pulls out her new camera, a birthday gift from her father that she was gifted earlier today. “I need a picture. My mom’s expecting a scrapbook full of memories.”

Angela holds out her own camera and says, “I take ‘em; I don’t pose for ‘em.”

“You do today.” Bella lightly pushed Angela towards the rest of the group as they arranged themselves.

“I can take the picture, Bella,” Sloan says while holding out a hand. “Go stand with your friends.” Bella reluctantly hands it over before awkwardly walking towards them as the group rearrange themselves for Bella to be in the center.

“You’ll photoshop my nose if it looks big, right?” The question was aimed at Bella.

“Don’t worry, I’m in the picture; no one will be looking at you guys.” Eric proclaimed confidently.

Jessica scoffs at his joke as the group decided on their final poses. Angela, incorporating her love for photography, points the camera at Sloan; Mike and Eric joust, and Bella stands in the center of their delightfully carefree selves stiffly. The clicks of the camera shutters as it freezes them in a moment in time and archives it forever.

Sloan lowers the camera before noticing their playful smiles dissipates except for Bella’s. The timid smile she faked grew into a real one as she had obviously spotted Edward, her boyfriend.

Although her friends did not mind the male, they did not appreciate how quickly she discarded them for him. When Bella and Edward started dating, they became placeholders for when he wasn’t around.

“Oh good. Cullen’s here.” Mike noticed the way Edward stared at Bella; it was not out of love but something more nefarious. At first, he chalked it up to jealously. His feelings for Bella were still ever-present, but he genuinely cared for her well-being. He believed, with all that he’s seen, that Edward did not love Bella the way she loves him. It was only a matter of time before he hurt her, and he prayed to be wrong for her sake.

Jessica’s response was even drier. “Yay.” Once upon a time, she had feelings for Edward, but the second he became unavailable, she pushed those feelings aside. Bella was her friend, even if she didn’t act like it most of the time, and she would never stand in the way of her friend’s happiness. However, she had noticed Bella’s co-dependency on Edward, following him around like a lost puppy craving his attention. It wasn’t healthy. Not one bit, but she had no right to say anything.

Sloan, too, did not like the relationship her sister had with Edward. Edward had stripped Bella away from her independent lifestyle. There was never a moment away from Edward. Bella would choose him over everyone, and the realization of this truth stung. She missed the days when the two of them would read together; although both were silent during this time, the conversations that happened afterwards were fun. Those days were gone, now filled with an empty chair and an untouched book, and Sloan having no one to talk to. She never thought she would become familiar with loneliness.

“Check ya, later.” Eric replied, sensing the uncomfortable atmosphere, and lead his friends away.

Bella hadn’t responded, nor did she notice; her attention solely remained on Edward, who approached her figure, his eyes never leaving hers. This was the moment when Sloan decided to leave, her absence going unnoticed by both her twin and the vampire. She preferred to be in her English class going over Romeo and Juliet than forced to watch her sister pine about her boyfriend.

From across the parking lot, someone shouted. “Sloan!” She turned her attention to the person, Jacob Black, her friend from the nearby reservation. His presence brought a smile onto her face as her worries vanished in an instant.

“Jake!” Her excitement could not be contained. It has been a while since the two of them hung out; both busy with school work and other responsibilities. “You grew.” She noticed. His muscles were more refined than the last time she saw him, he was now a head taller than her.

He laughed, “And you didn’t.” Now he can hold the television control over her head like she had done to him in their childhood. Sweet, sweet revenge.

She pouted, “Not my fault I’m bite-sized.” By no means was she short, not was she unusually tall. She was average, yet compared to the massive monster known as Jacob, it would appear so.

His glee was energizing, her thoughts on Edward and Bella fading into the foreground of her mind, acting as a life jacket keeping her from drowning in her thoughts and worries.

“Happy birthday.” He offers her a warm hug before reaching into his pocket, pulling out a small hand-woven bracelet. “It’s not much, I know, but.” He drops it in the palm of her hand, eyeing the marvel embedded in her chestnut eyes. “I hope you like it.”

“I love it!” She exclaimed, “You didn’t have to get me anything.” It was a thoughtful gift—something she’ll treasure forever. She quickly slips it on and makes a silent vow to never take it off. She won’t, however, except when she bathes or swims. She does not want his hard work to be ruined by water.

“I’m glad you like it.” He looks around for the other birthday girl, seeing her in a quiet conversation with her boyfriend. “I’m going to give your sister her gift.”

Sloan nods. Class is going to start soon, and she needed to get to class. “Bye Jacob.”

“Bye.” He rushed towards her sister, yelling her name to get her attention, managing to break up the couple for a few moments.

~~~

Bella quietly dropped off her sister at home before rushing away to her boyfriend’s house. Apparently, his family were throwing her a small party for their family only—the Cullens and the birthday girl—and no one else. Leaving Sloan and her father to celebrate the twins birthday alone.

The two didn’t plan much but it was just right for them. Both Bella and Sloan weren’t the party type, they preferred the quiet hums of their home, a homemade dinner with their father, and a hushed evening filled with television and soft conversation.

Sloan spent the day prepping for their meal, spicy honey garlic chicken with garlic Parmesan fries. It was a favorite she and her father shared. Bella’s absence remained a constant in their conversations. They spent their evening watching her favorite movies: Legally Blonde, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Scream, and Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron.

Charlie loved the days when he and his daughters would sit together and watch TV. Bella would hide under the covers whenever a horror sequence became too much, opting to stay under until the danger passed. Sloan would mindlessly make comments under her breath throughout the movie, only audible to the person sitting next to her. He enjoyed days like this, as they were a small snippet of the past, his daughters reminding him of their younger selves, and now they were all grown up.

Wrapped up in one of her blankets, she laid her head on her father’s shoulders, her eyes drooping. It was late, and Bella still hadn’t arrived. Their birthday was already over and not a single second of the three of them had celebrated as a family. It truly broke her heart.

She didn’t know when, but her father carried her to her bedroom and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead before tucking her in. He was going to miss moments like this. His children are adults now, and soon they will be leaving the nest. He never prepared himself for this day, always believing he had more time with them, but he guessed every parent came to the same realization when the time finally arrived.

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[s2e06]

this is the same boy who goes down to la push’s fish market and catches his eyes on the most beautiful boy he has ever seen. blond hair and blue green eyes and jacob’s first thought is how am i so deserving of being in his presence and his second thought is, why is this white boy in la push????? and then he literally sprints to the rabbit and trudges back home to the landline to call bella and her first thought is if billy knows because what if he doesn’t approve of jacob liking a boy and then when jacob’s like no honey billy’s not like that, she’s like well embry and quil can’t rag on you either because they don’t have girlfriends of their own <3 and then bella totally does Not gush about edward and jacob simply nods and comes to the conclusion that they are both head over heels… but at least bella talks to her crush. and then it’s bella swan’s foolproof plan to talk to your crush and it’s just her saying jacob needs to fake fainting because that’s how edward got his attention on her except she Did faint and she hates blood typing. so homework time becomes Get Jacob To Talk To Fish Boy time and jacob may or may not fantasize about this beautiful boy clutching onto his back and holding him tight while jacob tries to keep his focus on the road, the wind blowing his long hair