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notes: i have’t been able to stop writing LOL im having too much fun. especially loved writing the pack n leah (leah apologist forever sorry not sorry)
genres: childhood friends, best friends to lovers, mutual pining
word count: 1.6k
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You have always loved Jacob Black.
But Jacob Black has always loved you.
Since the moment he met you, he knew. You were it. The one. And his crush on you? It was never really a secret. Everyone knew.
Billy knew first–long before Jacob even figured it out himself. He saw it in the little things: the way Jake would bolt for the first aid kit whenever you got a papercut, how he gave you the last bite of his sandwich even when he was still starving, and how he made a fool of himself dancing and singing off-key just to hear your laugh.
Billy rooted for you both in his own quiet way. He was there through everything–the good and the heartbreak. He noticed the way Jake flopped onto his bed and kicked his feet in the air like a kid after seeing you, saw the corner of his mattress cluttered with balled-up tissues from the day you told him you were moving to the few months that passed after you were gone.
He was never afraid to share his feelings with his dad, but this–this part of him, the part that loved you–was different. It felt too raw, too big. Too real.
Jacob Black was brave. Braver than most. He adapted to his phasing and new lifestyle faster than anyone expected. He faced monsters–real ones–without hesitation.
But losing you? That was what scared him.
And when you left, when the two of you went from inseparable to one hundred fifty miles apart, it almost broke him. Any further and he was sure he would’ve snapped. It was like some part of him had been ripped out and he didn’t know how to get it back.
Then you came.
The moment you walked down the hallway and looked at him for the first time in over a year, he felt everything crash over him like a tidal wave. His arms ached to you again. But when your eyes met–just for that moment–every system in his body misfired. Then lit up. Then misfired again.
And then he imprinted.
On you.
It wasn’t supposed to be like that. He thought he was prepared, thought he understood what imprinting meant. He didn’t expect it to be you. He didn’t even think it could be you. But he didn’t want it to be anyone else because no one else was you.
You had always been his everything. Now, you were his everything and nothing at the same time.
He needed you in ways he didn’t understand. He needed to see you. Hear your laugh. Feel your presence. It was all-consuming. Steady. Terrifying.
So he didn’t tell you.
He acted normal–or tried to. Even when everything inside him felt like it was shifting again, he thought keeping the truth from you was the right thing to do–at least for now. That keeping you away from the supernatural part of his life was protecting you. But maybe it was just protecting himself.
Things in Forks had been quiet lately, which was the only reason he had so much time to spend with you. But tonight? Patrol had picked up again and it seemed it would for the next couple days. Now, he’s rushing through the trees, pounding the damp earth beneath him as he shifts back and heads towards Emily’s.
You’re still on his mind. Always.
The porch light is glowing softly when he reaches the house. He opens the door and steps inside, shaking the cold from his limbs.
“How was patrol?” Emily calls from the kitchen.
“Quiet. Easy,” Jacob replies, a little breathless. He snatches a muffin from the counter and drops into a chair, stretching out his legs. “Need help?” he asks with a grin, even though he already knows the answer.
Emily gives him a look. “Not from you. Trying to avoid setting this place on fire tonight.”
He laughs around a mouthful of muffin as the rest of the pack filters in–wet footprints, muffled voices, and the usual chaos.
Paul groans and throws himself on the couch. “Dude. If I have to hear your inner monologue about her one more time–”
“You could phase out, you know,” Jacob mutters.
“I did. For like, five minutes. You were still thinking about her. Constantly.” Paul throws an arm over his face. “I swear, it’s like background noise now. Vampire, trees, squirrels, Jacob, Jacob, Jacob, her. Her smile. Her laugh. Her socks.”
“They were mismatched,” Jacob mumbles.
Embry chuckles. “He’s got it bad, bad.”
Leah, who’s been leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed, raises an eyebrow. “Honestly? He’s been more himself with her back than he’s been in months.”
That quiets the room for a beat.
“Dinner’s ready!” Emily called out, cutting through the low murmur of post-patrol silence.
Instantly, the kitchen erupted into chaos—the shuffle of chairs, the scraping of plates, the bickering and teasing as the pack surged toward the table. Except Jacob. He stayed quiet, eyes down, mechanically loading his plate but barely tasting anything.
After dinner, everyone filtered out in different directions—Paul and Jared arguing over something dumb, Embry stealing another muffin on his way out, Quil making a joke about Sam’s “dad voice” before disappearing into the trees. Jacob lingered, collecting plates and stacking them neatly. Emily gave him a small, grateful smile as she took them from his hands.
“Thanks, Jake. You’ve got good manners for a wolf,” she teased gently, patting his back. “Go get some air.”
He gave her a nod and slipped outside.
The porch was quiet, soaked in moonlight. Sam was already out there, leaning against the railing, arms folded across his chest, eyes cast up at the sky like he was waiting for something.
A full moon. Ironic.
He hesitated for a second before walking over. They weren’t close—not like he was with Embry or Quil. For a long time, Jacob resented Sam. Thought he was a cult leader. Thought he stole his friends. But then Jacob phased and he started to understand. Started to see Sam in a different light. Maybe not a friend, but something like a quiet leader who carried more weight than he let anyone see.
Jake stood beside him without a word. The air was crisp, the breeze soft. Cicadas buzzed in the dark, their song a low, steady hum.
Sam spoke without looking at him. “You know, when I first phased I thought I was losing my mind.”
Jacob didn’t say anything, but he listened.
“I was the only one then. No one to talk to about it. No one to warn me. I thought I was broken,” Sam continued, his voice low. “Eventually I got a handle on it. But then I imprinted. And that was harder.”
Jake’s brow furrowed, eyes flickering on him. “On Emily.”
Sam nodded. “Yeah. On Emily.”
He let the silence stretch.
“I was still with Leah,” he said, voice heavier now. “And I loved her. I really did. But imprinting doesn’t ask permission. It doesn’t care about timing. Or history. Or who gets hurt.”
Jacob looked away, jaw tight. He’d heard the story before—but hearing Sam admit it, here, in the quiet, made it more real somehow.
“I fought it. Every day. For a long time,” Sam said. “Because how do you look someone in the eye—someone you hurt—and tell them it wasn’t your choice? That your heart doesn’t belong to you anymore?”
Jacob swallowed. “Do you regret it?”
Sam finally looked at him. “No. I love Emily with everything I have, but the pain it caused? I’ll always carry that.”
Jacob was quiet for a beat. Then he muttered, “I don’t feel guilty.”
Sam tilted his head, waiting.
“I’m just… scared,” Jacob admitted, voice rough. “It’s not just a crush anymore. It’s like—she’s in my blood now. Every second I’m not with her feels wrong. Like my skin doesn’t fit. But I don’t want her to feel like she doesn’t have a choice. I want her to pick me. Not because of some supernatural magic, but because she wants to.”
“That’s the thing about imprinting,” Sam said, thoughtful. “It doesn’t erase your personality. It doesn’t make you perfect. It just binds you. Makes your soul certain, even when your head is a mess.”
Jacob let out a short breath. “My head’s more than a mess.”
Sam cracked a small smile. “Yeah. I know that feeling.”
Suddenly, the screen door creaked behind them.
“Okay, seriously?” Paul’s voice rang out. “Can you two stop brooding out here. Some of us are still getting hit with your feelings at full blast, and it’s starting to mess with my appetite.”
Jacob groaned. “You eavesdropping?”
“We’re psychically linked, not eavesdroppers, genius,” Paul shot back, walking out onto the porch. He looked at Jacob, crossing his arms. “She likes you. Seriously. It’s kind of gross how cute it is.”
Jacob looked down, shoulders tense. “You don’t know that.”
“Okay, Romeo. She texts you first. She looks at you like you’re the sun. And you think we can’t tell? You’ve been howling about her in your head for weeks. Every little thought you have about her since you phased. I swear it’s like being trapped in a Nicholas Sparks movie.”
Quil leaned out the door behind Paul, muffin in hand. “He’s right dude. She’s into you. She always has been.”
Embry’s voice drifted from inside. “We’ve been placing bets. I said you’d crack by next week. Paul’s got Thursday.”
Jacob buried his face in his hands, groaning. “You guys are the worst.”
Sam laughed quietly and clapped him on the shoulder. “They’re not wrong. I got Sunday.”
Jacob didn’t reply, but his heart beat a little louder in his chest.
He still wouldn’t tell you. Not yet. But he was thinking about you. And the thought of you thinking about him too? That scared him more than anything else because it meant hope.
And hope, for Jacob Black, was the most dangerous thing of all.
notes: planned out the entire fic and am excited for the coming chapters!!
genres: childhood friends, best friends to lovers, mutual pining
word count: 1.8k
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Summer stretched on like a golden thread. Slow, warm, and full of stolen moments.
That Friday, he showed up at your door with two milkshakes and a crease between his brows. That one was on you. Texting Help me and Come now probably made it sound more life-threatening than it was.
To be fair, it was urgent… ish.
You hadn’t packed for fancy. When you threw things into your suitcase for the summer, you were thinking lake days, bonfires, and living in sweat shorts and oversized tees. Not a birthday dinner at some nice restaurant where your parents expected you to wear a dress.
Which–you didn’t bring.
Jake shut the door behind him, holding out one of the milkshakes. Chocolate, extra whipped cream, hold the cherry, straw already in.
“You good?” he asked, voice low, careful. His expression was all concern, like he thought he’d find blood on the floor.
You grinned and took the shake. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to make it sound… catastrophic.”
He raised an eyebrow, already halfway through his own milkshake. “That’s one word for it.”
“I have a wardrobe emergency.”
He blinked. “You dragged me here for… fashion advice?”
“I didn’t drag you,” you argued, sipping. “I invited you.”
“To shop.”
“Yes. Please?”
Jake looked at you like he was trying to be annoyed, but his mouth twitched like he was losing the battle. “You couldn’t just ask like a normal person?”
“You would’ve said no.”
“Exactly.”
“Which is why I had to be a little dramatic. You’re here, aren’t you?”
He gave you a long-suffering sigh. “Fine. Let’s go, but you owe me.”
“For what?”
“For emotional distress.”
You grinned. “You’re such a baby.”
“You keep calling me names, but I still showed up with milkshakes. Because I’m nice.”
“And handsome,” you added, sarcastic.
“And humble,” he continued, deadpan.
You headed for the passenger side door, about to open it when he groaned.
“I’m driving again?” he muttered, resting his hands on the hood of the car like this was the greatest injustice he’d ever known.
“I prefer to be called your passenger princess,” you respond sweetly. “You know you love it.”
He rolled his eyes but opened the door for you anyway, mock-chivalrous. “Milady.”
You curtsied dramatically before getting in. “What a gentleman.”
Jake shut the door with a shake of his head and walked around to the driver’s side.
“What am I gonna do with you?” he said as he slid in beside you.
“You’d be lost without me.”
“Tragically,” he agreed. But he was still smiling. He started the car and pulled out of the driveway, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye.
“Seriously though,” he starts. “What if I was doing something important when you texted? Like… saving someone’s life?”
You shot him a look. “Didn’t know Jacob Black was a local repairman during the day and Batman at night.”
He smirked. “I’m a man of many talents.”
“Clearly. And even if you were doing something heroic, you still came anyway.”
“Of course I did,” he replied, voice steady. “Anything for you.”
You felt your face warm. Jacob had always been a sweet talker. Maybe too good at it. Sometimes his words wrapped around you like ribbon—easy to get tangled in. You could never tell if it was intentional or just him being… Jake. It was probably why your parents adored him so much.
“Okay, Mister Smooth Talker,” you said, trying to shake it off. “Let’s go. Take me shopping, since you’re the best, kindest, most caring friend ever.”
Friend.
You cringed the second the word left your mouth–and caught him doing the same.
Growing up, Jake was always just that. Your friend. Your best friend. But coming back after being apart for over a year, something felt off. Or maybe too much. The butterflies you tried to ignore when he looked at you like you were the only person on Earth. The way he touched you—casual but intentional—like the arm he threw over your shoulder during movies or the hand he wrapped around your waist to steer you away from the edge of the street downtown.
Your hormones said one thing, but your brain wouldn’t let you gamble a decade and about a half of friendship on a crush you weren’t even sure you had. Plus, you weren’t someone who followed feelings anyway. You buried them. Swallowed them down before they could complicate things, not because you’d been burned before–but because the future was terrifying. Relationships, careers, everything that forced you to commit or risk falling.
Or maybe some deep, unspoken part of you already knew.
That no one else could ever really fill that space the way one person could. Just one person.
You shook the thought out of your head and leaned back in your seat, tapping your foot to the rhythm of the song he was blasting.
Thankfully, Jacob Black likes you.
No one else in the world would volunteer for a multi-hour shopping trip, drive the full hour to Port Angeles, hold all your bags, and trail behind you like a very large, very reluctant puppy.
Originally, the plan was simple: one dress, maybe a pair of shoes. But that plan unraveled quickly. You weren’t built for restraint when it came to shopping. One store turned into five. Then you remembered you needed a gift for your dad. Then you thought about your friends back home and how they’d want little trinkets. And then you saw a fishing lure you thought Billy would love.
And for all his sighing and groaning and dramatic dragging of feet, Jacob didn’t actually mind. He liked being with you. Always had. Even if you were dragging him into—
“No. Not another one,” he groaned as you tugged on his arm, pointing to a small antique shop tucked between a bakery and a dive bar.
“Jacob, I swear this is the last one. Please.” You gave him the eyes–the ones he could never say no to when you were younger.
He exhaled like you had just asked him to lift the Eiffel Tower. “Fine. But you owe me ice cream.”
“Of course.”
The bell above the door chimed as you both stepped inside. The shop smelled like cedarwood, salt air, and dust. Shelves were packed too tightly, old jazz hummed softly from a crackling speaker behind the counter and the entire place felt like someone’s cluttered memory box.
You drifted to the far right aisle, fingers brushing old trinkets, worn postcards, cracked teacups. Jake veered off in the opposite direction. As much as he liked to complain, you knew he like to get lost in places like this—easily entertained by weird old knickknacks and gadgets.
You weren’t even sure why you came in. You already had everything, but something about places like this always made you linger.
And then a glint of silver caught your eye.
Dangling from a spinning display was a small, slightly tarnished keychain. Manual gear shift. Realistic detailing. The knob even moved. It looked like something pulled straight from a decades-old set of keys. Without thinking, you plucked it off the hook and turned it in your fingers.
It reminded you of the garage. Of Jacob’s hands stained with grease. Of the way he half-smiled when something finally worked after hours of tinkering. Of how you’d sit on the old stool, legs curled up, watching him work in the golden light of late afternoon. Somehow, that had become your thing.
You wanted to buy it without a second thought.
As you approached the front counter, still scanning for Jacob, you placed the keychain down and fished out your wallet.
“Just this?” the cashier asked.
You nodded without looking up, pulling your card from your back pocket. He was young. Shaggy blond hair. Disheveled. Looked about your age.
“How much?” you asked, card in hand.
“Five bucks,” he answered, smiling. You gave him a polite, tight-lipped smile back and started digging for cash instead.
“You from around her?” he asked casually.
“Uh, no. Just visiting from Forks. You know it?”
“Yeah, I know Forks. Kinda guessed you weren’t local. Think I’ve met every pretty girl in Port Angeles already.”
He was flirting, awkwardly. You gave a soft laugh that didn’t reach your eyes.
“Thanks, I, uh… yeah. I only have four.”
“That’s alright. Four is good for–” he was cut off by a dollar sliding across the counter beside you.
You turned. Jacob.
His jaw was tense, eyes sharp on the cashier. You could tell he was grinding his teeth–something you’d told him a million times to stop doing.
“Oh, um–receipt?” you asked, flustered.
The cashier handed it over quickly. You grabbed it and the keychain, shoving both into your pocket before heading for the door, Jacob at your heels. The sound of all the bags rustling behind you made you laugh quietly.
Outside, Jake placed a hand on your back and steered you toward the sidewalk.
“We’re never going back there,” he muttered, jaw still tight.
“Jacob,” you giggled, “It’s all good. He wasn’t being weird.”
“He was two seconds away from being weird.”
You hesitated. You didn’t know what to say. Jacob had always been protective. But that? That felt like something else.
“Thought Batman only came out at night,” you teased, bumping his shoulder. “Thanks for saving me from the horror of being flirted with.” You widened your eyes and dropped your jaw, planting your hands dramatically on either side of your face like you were reenacting The Scream.
“You look like a psycho next to me. Stop that.”
And you do. You slowed near the crosswalk and stepped aside, stopping in front of a cozy little restaurant. Jacob followed closely. You pulled the keychain from your pocket and held it in your fist.
“Wait.”
He raised a brow as you stepped in front of him.
You opened your hands and held it out for him. “For you.”
He blinked, surprised. Gently, he took it from you, his calloused fingers brushing against yours.
“You weren’t supposed to pay for it, but I guess it’s a team effort now. It just… reminded me of you. And the garage. Us, y’know?”
He stared at it. Turned it over in his palm. Flicked the tiny shift knob with his thumb. Silent for a long moment.
“Do you like it?” you asked, unsure.
Finally, he looked up.
His smile was slow, wide, and genuine. And in the sunlight, you could see it–the warm streak of caramel hidden in his dark eyes. You never noticed it and always thought they were just a shade of dark brown, but now you do.
“I love it,” he said quietly, voice low and sincere.
“Good.” You grinned. “Ice cream now?”
He nodded, and the two of you started walking, shoulders brushing, toward the pier and the rundown little shack that had the best cones in town.
As you walked ahead of him, Jacob couldn’t help it—his thoughts went back to you. To the way you looked in the antique shop, the way you always knew what would make him smile. To the day you came back to Forks. The day he imprinted on you.
Jacob x Fem!reader (This takes place shortly after the events of New Moon)
Chapters- (1) (2)
Summary: After moving to the small town of Forks Y/n meets Bella who tells Y/n everything about her messy love-triangle, save for the magical stuff of course. Y/n then meets the werewolf she's heard so much about whom she is almost instantly enamored by. Does he feel the same? And will he choose to protect her from his curse or will he break all the rules and tell her everything. Will Y/n let him into her closed down messy life, or will she deny love because it's easier for her and everyone she holds dear?
Authors note: Hi everyone! This is a slow burn Jacob Black x Female reader fanfic, and also my first ever fic, so I'm super excited to see what yall think of it. This is just a Prologue/Chapter 1 of reader moving to Forks and meeting Bella and her school friends. I promise the future chapters will be much more interesting and Chapter 2 will be sure to introduce Jacob I promise!
Word Count: 1.6k ish
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You had lived in small towns your whole life, moving from school to school, and never staying in the same place for too long, but for some reason you can't quite figure out, Forks felt different. It was gray yet vivid, quiet yet loud, and most of all it was small just like you were used to, but there was something larger than life about the place.
You had only lived here for about a week now, and today would finally be your first day at school, and at work for that matter. You had moved here with your mom and immediately hunted for a job at the local diner; she claimed to need distance from your dad, even though it had been years since the divorce, but naturally you couldn't blame her. "Y/n? Are you almost ready babe?" Her voice called from downstairs waking your from your trance as you stared at yourself in the mirror.
"Yeah ma, just about!" You called back down sighing in relief. It sounded like she was going to be in a better mood today. That's the thing about your mom; she was just about as psycho as your dad. Every good day for her was accompanied by a bad month. On a good note however, being raised in a toxic household taught you how to raise yourself to be a better person than the ones who raised you, so who were you to complain really?
After grabbing your bookbag and a warm jacket you tumbled downstairs trying desperately to not be late on your first day at a new school. "Ready." You declared with wide eyes and a half-hearted smile as the two of you made your way to the car.
Oh yeah, another perk of having parents who chronically mistrust you not matter what you do; you're not allowed to drive yourself.
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As you pulled into the school parking lot you hurriedly grabbed your bag and opened the door in a rush with a quick bye to your mom.
The school was tiny and covered in a shiny fresh coat of rain. Though you never got to experience too much growing up except for the occasional thunderstorm here and there, you couldn't help but to love the rain. Everything about it drew you in; the feeling, the smell, the freshness of it all. It always felt like a new beginning and that was something that you longed for always.
The first few classes droned by dully with the exception of a teenager every now and then welcoming you to Forks with a myriad of questions. It wasn't anything your weren't used to, but despite loving being alone, you hated the feeling of being lonely, so you took the chance to make any new acquaintance you could.
Starting with a soft spoken girl named Angela and her boyfriend Eric. They were both super friendly and invited you to lunch with them rather quickly which is where you met the rest of their group.
Angela introduced you to everyone making sure you were included in the conversation. First there was Jessica. She was a bit snarky and quite honestly you could already tell she wasn't your type of person. Though beautiful she made it perfectly clear she was jealous of anything that breathed.
Then there was Mike, he was sweet and goofy like a golden retriever and you couldn't help but like him instantly, but you could already tell he was the type to fall fast, so you'd have to make it perfectly clear you didn't do 'dating.'
The last in the group was Bella. She was incredibly stunning, and extraordinarily awkward, but you didn't mind, she seemed to be perfectly kind and for that you were immediately grateful.
"So, why'd you move here of all places? I mean there's nothing here really unless you count school as a 'fun' activity." Jessica scoffed out with a sarcastic laugh.
You laughed with her, because really, she wasn't entirely wrong. "Well my mom just kind of needed a change of scenery, and Forks definitely has that going for it." You stated, noting the plentiful forestry and gorgeous mountains, "Besides, I'm more of the homebody type anyhow."
"Yeah, same here." Bella chimed in with a playful huff.
Mike snorted looking at her as he spoke to you, "Don't listen to her, trust me she's out plenty with her two boyfriends keeping her company."
You raised your eyebrows incredulously.
Angela huffed and you noticed that Eric had wrapped his arm around her shoulder. Well, that's adorable. "Mike shut it. Don't listen to him Y/n, he's just jealous." She rolled her eyes at him, "Bella only has one boyfriend, Jacob is just a friend. Not that it's anyone's business Mike." She looked at him pointedly and he jokingly rolled his eyes back at her.
As the conversation continued I looked across the table at Bella and noticed she was nervously chewing her bottom lip between her teeth. A habit you had as well.
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After the final bell had rung you spotted Bella outside heading in the direction of what you assumed was her truck and decided to catch up with her.
"Hey Swan, wait up." You lightly jogged up to her from behind putting a hand on her shoulder as you finally made your way to her.
"Oh hey, what's up?" She questioned awkwardly as per usual, but you didn't let it bother you.
"Hi, sorry, I was just wondering if there was any chance you could give me a ride home? My ma's still at work, and I know it's super last minute but I think it's about an hour long walk and I'd totally get in trouble if I tried to forage that by myself." You cringed slightly feeling like an inconvenience.
She sighed almost relieved and gave you a small crooked smile. "Yeah of course, hopefully you don't mind the noise. My trucks not exactly new." She chuckled and you laughed with her feeling a weight off your chest at what could potentially be an easy friendship.
You were about halfway to your house when she finally started talking. Not that the silence was uncomfortable.
"I'm sorry about lunch. I hope Mike didn't make you too weirded out by me. I don't actually have two boyfriends." She huffed out.
"Oh, no not at all, don't even worry about it." You shrugged it off. "But if you don't mind, I am a bit curious." A smirk lit up your face as you glanced as the chocolate haired girl.
She got one good look at your face and cracked a small smile of her own before it quickly turned into a frown. "Well, my uh boyfriends name is Edward. Him and his family… moved.. away about 6 months ago, and we sorta broke up I guess. Pretty harshly actually."
You listened to her talk as she winded down the roads, fully invested in her story.
"While he was gone, I kind of broke down I suppose." She looked over at you scrunching her eyebrows, "I know that sounds dramatic, but we have this bond I guess and it just hurt you know? Anyways, while he was gone I started to spend a lot of time with my friend Jake. Jacob. I blocked everyone else out, he was the only person I could really stand to be around, and I know it's selfish of me, but I knew he liked me and I guess I took advantage of that so he would stay with me a bit longer. Flash forward a couple of months and I get this call from Edward, he's in Italy… and he wants me to come down and see him. Well, as you can guess Jacob didn't like that very much, but I had to go. It's different with Edward. Anyways Edward told me that his family was moving back, and when we got home Jacob wouldn't talk to me anymore."
You took in every detail of her story as she fumbled around her words. "So, you haven't spoken since then?"
She looked tragic now, "That's the worst part I suppose. He showed up at my house a couple of weeks ago, and Edward was there. They got in this fight and I told Jacob that if he made me choose I would choose Edward every time. And that was the last time we spoke." This time she glanced at your face sheepish as if looking for judgement.
Instead you just smiled softly at her. "Your life sounds like something straight out of a novel." I grinned laughing a little, "We're gonna have so much fun together trust me."
She smiled back at you. A real smile, the first wide one you've seen on her face since you met her.
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THE END OF CHAPTER 1
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Authors Note: Okay quick question, but do yall like the second person pov, or would yall rather it be in first? Also what did yall think of chapter 1??? And any suggestions for how reader and Jacob should meet?
I'd love to hear yalls ideas ;>
This is lowkey random but I got the idea after your thing abt Edward and Reader on the bus- mayhaps Edward with a reader who has a lot of little siblings? Being the type to go thrifting every week, have a whole coupon book, super into saving money just bc taking care of kids isn’t cheap- (I’m not sure if you do requests like this, BUT I just wanted to send it in anyway bc best case scenario, I get more of your awesome writing!!)
Reader w/ Many Siblings HC
Edward Cullen x Reader
word count: 1k
You have disgustingly thick coupon book. It is genuinely impressive how it hasn’t imploded yet due to the sheer volume of it.
It’s so big the spine flops onto the table, unable to support itself. A very audible thud is heard.
Edward gets delegated to finding the coupons. My guy is speed reading the newspaper just to find a 5% discount on fucking apples or smth.
One time there weren’t any scissors, so Edward used his teeth to get it out, it gives a cleaner cut anyway.
Cue your little brother nomming on the corner of a page because ‘it looked fun’ and ‘if Edward can do it, why can’t I?’
No need to tell him it’s because Edward’s a century old vampire. Even if you did it wouldn’t deter him at all, he’d probably beg to become one too.
Edward—whether you like it or not—is going to be constantly helping you out. Both around house and financially.
He diligently watches you cook just so he can learn how to do it himself. He gets so good at replicating your food your siblings start to prefer his—even though they are prepared exactly the same. You are quietly seething.
Did this all so he can make breakfast while you get everyone ready for school. Or make dinner while you help them with their homework. Or so he can cook their school lunches in the dead of night while you, and everyone else is asleep. He even places a note in each of their lunchboxes, written in perfect script of course.
Even though he can read their minds, he is constantly worried your siblings either don’t like him or think he’s a nuisance.
Will buy your sister that $400 lego set she asked for once on a random Thursday.
Will temporarily keep up with gen alpha memes and brainrot to bond with them. He’ll make jokes he does not find funny in the slightest.
Will eventually stop because he is genuinely worried that it’s altering their brain development. Begins playing documentaries voiced by David Attenborough and reads to them at night.
Refuses to let you go to a regular doctor when one of your siblings are sick. Your sister may only have a mild fever, it may be three in the morning, but Carlisle IS coming over, and he IS writing her a doctors note.
Thrifting with Edward is a nightmare. Actually, doing any form shopping with Edward is a nightmare.
He begs you to let Alice sew you and your siblings clothes. Alice begs you to let her sew you and your siblings clothes. You always just go to goodwill.
“No, that shirt with your brothers favourite and also extremely obscure dinosaur has always been in his closet. Why are you calling me a liar? Yes, it is embroidered. Yes, that is his name on the tag. How does this relate to the conversation at hand?”
If you worked as a waitress, he would specifically request your section, order a glass of sparkling water, maybe a random appitiser so he doesn’t get kicked out, then tip you 600% of the bill without having touched any of it. Your manager bans him after that.
If you worked in sales, he’d call and contort his voice into one thats not his own, and be immediately enamoured with whatever your selling. Has multiple fake personas that are all loyal customers. If he was talking to one of your coworkers he wouldn’t listen to anything they’d say. All of those personas probably have some variation of ‘Mike’ or ‘Newton’ as their name.
If or when you find out what he’s doing he is given a stern talking to. You call up Esme and Rosalie and they happily tear into him aswell, each for their own distinct reasons lol.
But whatever job you have, Edward is showing up during your break. Trying to shoo him away only works once he’s called you pretty for the twentieth time.
Alice is so glad Edward met you. She gets to throw so many birthday parties now.
Your siblings WILL have a cake of their favourite flavour. They WILL be the centre of attention and they WILL get to laze around in pajamas all day if they so please.
If you are genuinely struggling to pay bills he is more than happy to help. Like seriously, he is delighted that you’re allowing him to help you in a way you usually don’t.
Lets you cook dinner that same night because you feel bad. You do also have to tell your siblings Edward made it because they eat won’t your cooking anymore. You are, still, quietly seething.
Your little sister draws a family tree and proudly presents it to the both of you. When you ask why there is a grave with Edward name on it she says its because he’s a ghost. Was genuinely shocked when you explained that he was just extremely pale. Was in denial for a few days but eventually came around to it.
Just a few days later, one of your very young siblings asks to marry him, y’know, how kids do when they love someone. He politely states that he’s already married to you. Edward laughs under his breath when he hears your heart speed up at the incorrect statement. His amusement abruptly stops as your same sibling says that they thought he was random man that just kept showing up to their home.
Your little brother became really big on cars because of him.
He had a near-aneurysm when you took him to the Cullens house and saw Rosalie working on her M3. She definitely grows attached him, probably reminds her of her Henry, her friends son in the 30s. Because of this she is way more lenient with him, allows him to get away with way more shit than you or Edward do.
He Begs to go off roading in Emmett’s Jeep, which she quickly agreed to. He nearly falls through the windshield but Rosalie catches him. He thinks she’s a superhero now and will be writing about her when his teacher asks him to write an essay on who he looks up to.
A/N: Hiii anon omg I'm so sorry it took me forever to reply to you😭😭 i honestly got so overwhelmed bc I had so many ideas and I didn't know how to fit them into a fic so I just wrote headcanons lol I hope that's okay
Pairing: Jacob Black (twilight) x Fem!Reader | Tags: #angst#tension #jacobblackangst #jacobblackxreader #series #emojacob #nonchalantjacob #hollisterfall | Word count: 4,200 | Genre: enemies to lovers | Date: 1/4/2026
Summary: Shortly after the events of New Moon, Jacob Black is still trying to rebuild himself after Bella. The last thing he needs is another complication in his healing journey. But the arrival of Y/N, a summer transplant working in her uncle’s autobody shop in Forks, complicates everything—especially after a late-night crash on a rain-slicked road leads Jacob to accidentally imprint on her. Y/N swears she swerved to avoid something. Jacob Black swears she’s lying. Neither of them planned this. Neither of them wants it. But denial only works for so long before the truth comes crashing in.
A/N: Here's a longer chapter :) I'm feeling better btw thank you for the well wishes, hope everyone's new year is off to a great start!
After getting the truth off his chest to at least one person, Jacob had a solid plan. It was simple: never see her again. Shut every door of opportunity, every growing instinct, every flicker of curiosity surrounding her. He would refuse to play along in a game of which the prize he wanted nothing to do with. Instead, he tried to pursue life as usual, and it was working for a little… until it wasn’t…
Jacob wiped the back of his wrist across his forehead, the smell of gasoline still clung to the air as he twisted the key in the truck.
The engine turned over, coughed… and then started rattling like a washing machine full of bolts.
Not just rattling, shaking. Just like before.
A low, furious curse ripped through Jacob’s teeth.
Seth, leaning against the window of the passenger observing the whole scene, winced. “That… doesn’t sound fixed.” his naive voice commented.
Jacob shot him a look as if to say ‘Shut up’, to which Seth did. Jacob killed the engine and stepped out, slamming the door behind him harder than necessary. His chest felt tight—too tight—as unwanted words echoed in his head:
“Maybe it’s the ignition coils.” That stupid, know-it-all, smug voice rang in his head.
Jacob balled his fists so hard his knuckles clicked.
Billy wheeled himself forward, examining the truck with a heavy frown. “So it’s not the fuel pump after all huh? Guess that young lady was right.” Billy joked.
The silence that followed was heavy as Jacob was busy raking his mind, trying to come up with reasons for the truck’s shaking, reasons that didn’t require him going back to that garage.
Billy sighed, already reaching for his phone. “Then we’ll have to call Tom. Exchange the part for coils. We can go pick it up today.”
Jacob looked up, ready to argue with his father as to why he couldn’t go.
“I can’t I have-” Jacob blanked as Seth and his father looked at him, waiting for him to finish his sentence. Anything was better than risking seeing her again.
“...homework.” he finally finished the sentence, but his tone made it anything but believable.
“You’re not avoiding her, are you?” Billy asked bluntly.
“Who’s he talking about?” Seth asked, looking at Jacob.
Jacob completely ignored Seth, cringing at the thought of her.
“No…” he responded defensively.
Billy’s eyebrows lifted slightly, sharp despite his age. The look said everything he didn’t have to say outloud. “Well then, I’ll call Tom and let him know you’ll be stopping by, go ahead and take Seth with you.” Billy announced before turning around back to the house.
Jacob huffed. “And where do you think you’re going?” he asked his dad.
“The Seahawks are on.” he replied simply before opening the house door, it shutting without any hesitation, leaving Jacob with the reality that he was going to have to drive to that garage, and possibly see her.
“Road trip!” Seth cheered.
Setting his jaw, Jacob forced his eyes shut. Oh, and he would have to bring the kid too while he was at it.
He didn’t even look at Seth as he turned around and got back into the driver seat.
Seth opened the passenger side door excitedly.
Seth changed the channel to find a song he liked every 5 minutes as Jacob drove.
As if that wasn’t annoying enough. Jacob tried to tune out Seth’s constant change of mood, but when he did so his mind drifted back to her.
He didn’t want to run the risk of seeing her after… everything. He didn’t know how his body would react. What if his body acted differently than his mind, what if he felt something he didn’t want to? What if…
“She’s pretty, huh?” Seth interrupted Jacob’s thoughts, a smirk warming on his face as he flashed his eyebrows to his cousin.
Jake shot Seth a look, slightly disturbed at the coincidence.
“You haven’t even seen her.” Jacob replied flatly.
“I didn’t have to.” Seth smirked, looking out the window.
A blush that crept onto Jacob’s face.
Oh.
Sometimes he had forgotten about pack mentality.
Jacob had pulled the truck into the familiar gravel outside the garage.
He sighed, anxiety flaring in his chest as he put the car it into park,
“Is this it?” Seth asked with that wideeyed expression of his.
Jacob’s hands slip from the wheel before turning his attention to Seth. “Yes, now listen. Let’s just get the coils and get out. No small talk, got it?” Jacob asked.
“Will she be in there?” Seth smirked, flashing his eyebrows.
Jacob rolled his eyes. “If you keep the chit-chat short we can get Taco-Time after.” he encouraged.
Seth responded, motioning as if to zip his lips before jumping out of the truck energetically.
Jacob sighed. Knowing Seth that wasn’t much of a guarantee.
-
In the front of the shop, Jacob walked in with Seth, his chipper self, conversing squeaking in the same pitch as his voice. And then there was Jacob, quiet enough that she wouldn’t have heard him.
Jacob unknowingly looked around the shop, nervous he would see her, only to find Tom glancing up from paperwork at the front register. For now it seemed, the coast was clear.
Unbenknownest to Jacob, In the back, Y/N heard the bell in the front jingle, indicating someone had walked in the front. Y/N didn’t look up from the headlights she was measuring against her car, comfortable knowing Tom was in the front to handle it.
She sighed in defeat. This one wasn’t a match either.
It had been a two weeks since the accident, and despite Tom’s best efforts of keeping Y/N home, it was frivolous. She had been desperate to get out of the house, and desperate to fix her car. She had been begging and begging Tom to help her with the body work, but he couldn’t tell even an estimate of when he’d be able to fix it for her. It just never seemed like he had the time lately. She really couldn’t afford to take the car elsewhere, not to mention she didn’t exactly know how to do it herself.
Instead, she settled for trying to do any small thing she could manage, like seeing what parts they had lying around the garage that she could use, but even that task wasn’t looking too successful.
In the front, Tom greeted Jacob and Seth.
“Just the man I expected to see. Your father just gave me a call about those coils.”
Jacob nodded his head. “Yeah, he sent me. Tom, this is my cousin Seth.”
“Hi.” Seth waved and Tom nodded.
“Well I’m sorry it wasn’t the fuel pump. The coils are in the back if you wanna grab them. Jacob, I’m sure you know where to find them, if not Y/N can show you.”
Jacob immediately tensed at the name, blood running cold.
Seth gave Jacob a side eye from being able to hear his thoughts.
“Go on Seth. I have to pay Tom anyways.” Jacob nudged his younger cousin, who shot him a confused look.
They exchanged a silent argument before Seth barred a grin and went into the back as director by the senior.
As he did so, Jacob turned his attention back to Tom, grateful he might get in and out of the garage without seeing the likes of her.
“So, how much for the parts?”
-
As Seth walked into the back of the garage, he noticed a girl by the back table, who he assumed to be Y/N, busy comparing headlights until she heard someone walk behind her, causing her to turn around. When she did, she was thrown off by the sight of a young kid with a bright smile greeting her.
“You must be Y/N,” Seth offered a small wave as he neared her.
She blinked at the teenager, unsure of how he knew her.
“Uh—yeah. Hi.” she responded slightly wary.
“I’m Seth, Jacob’s friend,” he announced, stepping forward, chipper as per usual.
“Friend?” she repeated unknowingly, eyebrows arching. “As in… voluntarily?”
Seth laughed, not the sarcastic scoff she expected from anyone associated with Jacob, but a genuine one. “Well he’s actually more like a built in friend, he’s my cousin.” clarified Seth.
She seemed to mouth ‘oh’ as she looked at him now in a new light. “Now that you mention it, I can see the resemblance… well aside from the scowl he usually has on his face.” she joked, earning a laugh.
“So, you live in Forks with your Uncle?” Seth asked, staring at her intently.
“For the summer.” she replied as if to break the positive tone laced in his voice.
“That's so cool!” he remarked nevertheless. His eyes found their way naturally to her car, glazed over with intrigue as he looked back to her. “Accident?” he asked gently.
She sneered looking once more at her car as if to notice for the first time in a while how gnarly bad it looked. “Something like that, yeah. They happen.” she replied.
“That must’ve been scary.” Seth noted.
Her stomach tensed at the reminder. “I don’t remember much,” she lied. …Well she didn’t even know if it was a lie, or if her memories were delusions. Either way, she didn’t even want to approach the memory that had much to do with his cousin. “Just waking up in the hospital.”
He nodded. “Sometimes not remembering is your brain protecting you.”
She hesitated as his assertion. There was something strange about the kid— he was calm, as if he knew more than he was letting on.
“So… Tom told me you’d know where the coils were?” Seth carried on with a smile.
She gave out a laugh. “What happened to the fuel pump?” she asked, already knowing the answer.
“It didn’t work sadly, but I bet you already knew that… I heard you suggested the coils huh?” he asked.
Y/N nodded smugly.
“Go on, I’ll allow you to say it just this once.” Seth raised his hands.
“If you’re talking about ‘an I told you so’ I’ll save it for your cousin.” she replied confidently.
“Seth.” Jacob said in the doorway as if to announce himself.
Y/N almost jumped a bit seeing him...especially given the last time he was on her mind…
It was only a few days ago she was in the grocery store, and she could have sworn she had saw him.
Their eyes met. And just like that, Y/N’s confident smile faded.
His hair was dripping, seemingly from the rain, causing his black shirt to cling to him closer than ever now, in contrast with his tan russet skin.
Why did he have to look like that? Y/N cursed to herself as she tried returning her attention back to the younger one, but it was only really just her eyes. Her mind couldn’t get past the other.
Jacob saw some of the interaction before he had interrupted, more specifically the way she had formed a smile in speaking with Seth, a smile softer than he'd ever received. She wasn’t even looking at him, and yet his heart started racing, for no reason at all. Was that what this was? Anxiety inducing? Jacob watched the way she wasn’t even looking at him as he was trying to compose himself internally. No. It was infuriating.
Part of him deep down inside, no matter how much he wanted to ignore it, disliked her change in reaction once she noticed him.
“Now’s your chance.” Seth whispered to Y/N with a playful smile, but he couldn’t help but notice how she seemed distracted from their conversation, or at least was trying to. “If you ever need a break from my cousin, I’ll be around. I help Billy on the weekends.” Seth added.
She raised an eyebrow. “Good to know. I might take you up on that.”
“Please do,” he said, “somebody’s gotta make sure he doesn’t scare off every human being he meets.” he smirked, already stepping backward toward the front.
She huffed a small laugh at Seth's wide-eyed and sincere remarks as he brushed past his cousin in the doorway as Jacob shot him a glare.
Seth gave one last wave to Y/N before ducking away, ignoring his attitudinal cousin altogether.
Y/N bit the side of her cheek as the back room instantly became tense as it was left to just the two of them.
As Jacob walked into the back, his body reacted before his brain did—eyes dragged to her like there was a string between them. Quickly, he felt as if he needed to distract himself and made a b-line for the storage closet, sufficing to ignore her presence altogether.
Irritation rose in her chest at the sight of him actively ignoring her. Y/N felt the air strain even more, feeling awkward as to whether she should acknowledge his presence, unable to determine if they were on friendly terms.
Despite her knowing better, she set the headlight down and followed him into the closet.
The storage room was dimmer, dust rising as he opened the door. He knew she was behind him before she even spoke. He could smell her perfume… something from Victoria secret maybe. It was surely different from the smell of rusted car parts in the boxes within the closet. Jacob twitched practically trying to ignore her.
Y/N studied him from behind in silence as Jacob reached to an upper shelf for the box, his back muscles flexing in the process. Her eyes wandered over his frame, his very tall, very muscular frame, emphasized by the very tight black shirt.
“Do you need help?” she grudged aloud, breaking the silence.
He just knew she would say something to him. And yet he hadn’t prepared any sort of small talk.
Jacob grit his teeth before responding.
“What could you possibly help me with?” he muttered, passing a glance to her over his shoulder as he brought a box to the ground.
Did he have to be condescending? Y/N mentally asked herself.
“Clearly those coils I told you you’d need in the first place.” She nodded her head to the box he was reaching for.
“I’m fine,” he mumbled, turning his attention back to reach up for the coil box on the top shelf.
Silence lingered for a moment like humidity in the air.
And unbeknownst the Y/N, a gnawing feeling tugged at Jacob to fill the silence the other half of him was demanding her create. “I hope he didn’t bother you too much.” Jacob practically said through his teeth against his urge to keep conversation short.
Y/N raised an eyebrow at the sudden remark. “Who? Seth? Oh no, he’s sweet. I was shocked that you two are related.” she almost laughed.
Jacob furrowed his eyebrows at her comment. He grabbed the box he came for, at which Y/N she continued to admire… or study, rather, the guy in front of her, and his inconsistency and mixed signals.
“Are you always this emo or am I meeting you at a very ‘My Chemical Romance’ time in your life?” She asked.
With his back still turned to her, he couldn’t help but furrow his eyebrows at the question, an undeniable smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“It’s not a phase.” He joked back, grabbing the box Tom was referencing and turning around to face Y/N.
As he fully turned towards her, his eyes narrowing at her up and down, she couldn’t help as her mind flashed with images of that night, the same familiar face leaning over her, full of concern. Her breath shuddered quietly, praying he wouldn’t notice her reaction.
“And hello to you too.” he greeted as he brushed past her, in a slightly better tone.
Y/N swallowed her saliva to keep herself grounded from shivering at the sensation of his warm arm brushing against her cold body as he walked past. Shaking her head, she shut the closet door and followed him to the back table where he set the box down, admittedly with more force than necessary. He turned toward her, his eyes meeting hers for a moment, losing his train of thought.
For Jacob, just looking at her invoked so many mixed emotions. On one hand, he couldn’t deny how attractive she was, but on another hand, it had him wondering if that was just their universal bond reeling him in, because for some reason her beauty was even more noticeable now. All the sudden everything was more awkward than he anticipated, and he didn’t know if that was because he was overthinking if this was an imprinting thing or if that was just their dynamic.
Despite his mind telling him to conclude the conversation and walk away, his body just couldn’t. He didn’t know how to act around her, or what to say. All he knew was that his body was practically demanding he do something. Anything.
He turned his attention to a layout of headlights on the work bench, then glanced at her very damaged car. A pang of guilt rang through him.
“How’s your head?” he asked aloud, blankly.
Y/N practically glitched at the question. Jacob didn’t know why he really asked either.
“What?” she asked, as if she hadn’t heard him the first time.
“Your concussion,” he repeated, observing her.
His gaze was penetrating, like he already knew the answer. Staring back at him, her mind was blanking at the answer.
“Were you there?” she asked quietly. At first, it could’ve been passed off as sarcasm, which wouldn't have been unusual coming from her, but she was meek in the way she posed it, implying she was oddly genuine in asking.
He looked her up and down, weirded out by her question.
Jacob scoffed at her, as if her question was ridiculous. But deep down, he was more thrown off that she might have recalled him being there. He didn’t know what to do… and so he denied it.
“Um… no weirdo.” His tone hardened. “God, how hard did you hit your head?” he tilted his head to get a better look at her, teasing.
Y/N cleared her throat, hearing back how paranoid she must have sounded. She took a step back, regretting even asking such an embarrassing question.
“Well how do you know about that?” she tried to play off her question.
“Uh- because Tom told me?” he replied, his tone echoing that his answer should have been obvious. “Jeesh, you should take your meds psycho… and some driving lessons while you’re at it.” He laughed, eyeing her up and down.
Y/N couldn’t tell if she was flustered by his reaction to her question or for how stupid it sounded to begin with. “For your information, I was driving and…” Her voice trailed off thinking about what she was about to say next. It seems her Uncle didn’t find it very believable what she saw. For a second, she hesitated—but when she looked at him, she chose honesty just to see his reaction. “There was a wolf in the road.” she finished.
His expression didn’t shift. That smug, unreadable half-smirk stayed right in place.
“Crying wolf Y/N?” He laughed. Y/N despised the mockery in his tone, but part of her liked the way he used her name for the first time since meeting her.
She forced a glare. “I’m so glad my near-death experience is comedic relief for you.” she sneered. “I’m being serious. It was huge, like the size of a car.”
“Sorry, Little Red Riding Hood,” he chuckled, unbothered. “So that’s your official story? A wolf?” he asked.
The annoyed part was getting the better of her. Why was he enjoying this?
“What is wrong with you people? It’s not a story. Wolves exist. We live in Washington.”
He squinted at her. “Obviously they exist, but they don’t typically come out in the summer. Just some advice, if you’re going to text and drive, at least come up with a more believable excuse, like a deer or something." he advised.
“I wasn’t, but at least I’d have someone to text,” she muttered.
His brows pulled together. “Well at least I don’t hallucinate wildlife.”
“At least I don’t walk around with a face that screams ‘woe is me.’” she fired back.
“No, your car does that for you.” His gaze flicked toward her very dented car.
Her arms dropped from their defensive cross. “Did you just come here to gaslight me?” she scoffed.
No, but he thought this was as good a time as any.
“On the contrary, I just came here to pick up parts before you started going on with your little red riding hood story.” he laughed, which only annoyed her even further.
“You’re the one who asked, god, why do you start conversations you don’t want to finish? You act as if you have something better to do anyways.” She shook her head, agitated.
“I do have something better to do.” he said, raising the box as if to indicate what.
Y/N rolled her eyes. “Yeah well we wouldn’t even be having this conversation if you had just listened to me the first time, but no, you’re too busy with your head up your ass.”
A silence passed between them as he stared at her, teasingly, as if to make a comment on their original topic.
Y/N noticed this. “I’m not crying wolf Jacob.” She stood firm.
He knew she wasn’t. But rather than let that be, he pressed on, flashing his eyes as if to argue otherwise.
“What’s that look supposed to mean…?” she queried, ready to correct whatever theories he was about to raise. He could feel the conversation teetering away from their playful teasing to something more serious, more offensive in any minute, if he wanted to that was.
He had to make a choice.
Did he want it to turn into that?
Then, Leah’s voice echoed in his mind: Just get her to hate you. Problem solved.
“Well… it just… wouldn’t be surprising if you were… that's all. You seem like the type…” he muttered, glancing around.
“The type to what…?” her tone hardened, craving an explanation different from what he was about to ascribe.
Jacob’s jaw tensed before what he was about to set in motion.
Y/N could sense it too, what he was about to say. Only she wanted him to say it, so she could confirm the type he was. “No, go ahead, say it with your chest.” she affirmed, encouraging him to go on.
But in reality, Jacob didn’t have anything he really wanted to say. Only what he felt he had to do to get what he wanted more generally, which was to be released from the shackles of this connection. And so he went for it.
“The type to cry wolf.” he stated, as if it was obvious. Although he said it rather confidently, immediately after seeing her reaction, just for a second, he wondered if it was a mistake to shift the tone this way.
“How??” she scoffed, offended. But it was too late, Jake had to carry on what he started.
“I mean you insert yourself into conversations unnecessarily, example A,” he gestured to the box before him. “Or manufacturing something new to get people’s attention… example B.” His eyes motioned toward her car. “Do you seriously need attention that badly?” he asked.
She let out a disbelieving laugh. “From who? Attention from you? Is that what you’re saying right now?” she asked, astounded.
His silence lingered, implying that’s exactly what he was saying.
“Oh my god,” she scoffed, stunned. “Wow, I didn’t think your ego was this bad. So even when you’re criticizing me you have to compliment yourself in the process? I promise you, Jacob, you’re not that important, my world does not revolve around getting attention from the likes of you.”
He knew she was right. But he also knew he had to drive it home. If he wanted to be rid of her, he had to make a clean cut.
“Well whoever it is you’re trying to get attention from. Maybe your workaholic uncle, or your parents or something, I don’t know. But for them to drop you off for the summer in as boring a place as Forks, I mean doesn’t that spell it out for you? if I were you I'd just give up while you’re ahead. You know what happened to the girl who cried wolf.”
“You don’t even know me…”
“I don’t want to.”
That did it. A silence settled between them for a beat. The air between them stilled—charged, cold. She searched his face for even a flicker of doubt, only to find none.
Jacob watched in real time how Y/N expression softened from offense to acceptance, and part of him wished he hadn’t invoked either.
“Then stop coming here and bothering me unwarranted.” she replied. “The next time you don’t get a text back from whatever girl you’re tormenting, go seek a therapist, don’t come in here and project your attention issues onto someone you barely know just because you’re somebody’s second choice," she said.
Jacob tensed unknowingly.
“Now go blast some more Linkin Park or whatever the fuck you listen to-” she shoved the box of coils across the table in his direction with a glare, “- and get the fuck out.”
Jacob’s jaw flexed, staring back at her, but she refused to look away. Clearly, the imprinting was there, because he could feel his body ordering itself to do as she wished, his body already moving back towards the door.
Clearly there was a link. Whether he wanted there to be one or not.
He brought the box of coils to the front of the garage, his mind too crowded to have even considered if her uncle had heard them arguing.
As Jacob made it to the front, Tom and Seth exchanged a solemn look between the two of them, giving away that they at least heard part of the argument.
Jacob tightened his jaw, walking out the door without another word, Seth leaving to follow Jacob like a puppy.
Pairing: Jacob Black (twilight) x Fem!Reader | Tags: #angst#tension #jacobblackangst #jacobblackxreader #series #emojacob #nonchalantjacob #hollisterfall | Word count: 2,110 | Genre: enemies to lovers | Date: 12/29/2025
Summary: Shortly after the events of New Moon, Jacob Black is still trying to rebuild himself after Bella. The last thing he needs is another complication in his healing journey. But the arrival of Y/N, a summer transplant working in her uncle’s autobody shop in Forks, complicates everything—especially after a late-night crash on a rain-slicked road leads Jacob to accidentally imprint on her. Y/N swears she swerved to avoid something. Jacob Black swears she’s lying. Neither of them planned this. Neither of them wants it. But denial only works for so long before the truth comes crashing in.
A/N: Sorry guys I was a little sick, anyways here you go! Happy almost new year!
Jacob sat on the driftwood log overlooking the shoreline, arms braced over his knees, the steady crash of waves doing nothing to quiet the storm in his head.
Half of the pack had gathered nearby — while Leah, Embry, Jacob, and Seth sat separately against some rocks, skipping pebbles across the surface of the ocean.
Embry broke the silence first, as per usual, eyes flicking to Jacob. “So do you really think you could kill her? If she came back… different?”
Jacob didn’t look up. His fingers dug into the rough bark beneath him. “If she kills people, I won’t have a choice.”
Leah made a sharp sound in her throat. “Oh, real convincing argument.” She rolled her eyes. “You’re not fooling anyone. You won’t touch her. You’ll suffer instead. Because that’s what you do. You torture yourself.”
Jacob’s head snapped up. “Shut up, Leah.”
“Why don’t you just ask one of us to do it? That way you can spend the next decade hating us for it.” she replied.
Seth shifted uncomfortably amongst his cousins, but Leah continued, unrelenting.
“Would you just get over it?” she said, voice flat but brimming with buried hurt. “It’s not like you imprinted on her.”
A brief silence fell over them at that word.
Imprinting.
His mind wandered back to the other day in the market.
-
Jacob knew he shouldn’t have come in to begin with.
He hated the local grocery store. It was always cold and crowded. The air was thick with the smell of rain and disinfectant which smelled arguably worse than wet dog… he should know. But of course Billy had asked Jake to come here to get a few things.
He grabbed a basket at the front, moving through the aisles without really seeing anything, mind fixed on getting out as fast as possible. He bobbed and weaved past people coming from every direction in search of the frozen food aisle. Billy was insistent Jacob buy the microwaveable lasagna he was so fond of.
And just as he turned the corner, he hit.
He saw her.
He didn’t have to see her face to know it was her— maybe it was just the familiar shape of her jacket, the shininess of her hair, the way she stood slightly off-center in the aisle, or maybe it was the primal instinct in him that knew.
But there she stood, too caught up in blocking the frozen dinner section to notice him standing like a deer in headlights. His chest tightened, and before his brain could even catch up he slinked into the next aisle over hurriedly before she could see.
He veered down the next aisle, pretending to scan through the shelves, heart thudding hard enough to feel stupid.
His mind went in a million directions, the loudest thought being why was she perusing the frozen section as if everything was fine? It had only been three days since the… incident.
Maybe she was searching for something to hold against that concussed head of hers.
Jacob exhaled, trying to remain quite as if she was going to round the corner and find him.
That thought alone had him rushing out of the market all together.
Short to say, they had McDonalds that night instead.
-
Jacob couldn’t help but cringe at the memory.
How would his life go on ? He couldn’t even carry out mundane tasks like going to the grocery store (which he already dreaded) for fear of seeing her.
Across the clearing, Sam was helping Emily carry firewood to the pit, their movements in perfect sync—like gravity itself pulled them toward each other. Quil sat in the grass while little Claire toddled around him, giggling. Their eyes—those who had imprinted—held something unbreakable, something ancient. A bond that had nothing to do with choice.
Seth watched them with a small smile. “At least they seem happy,” he said wistfully.
Embry nodded. “Yeah. Some people are just lucky, I guess.”
Jacob let out a short, humorless laugh at the irony of it all. “Lucky?” He turned his gaze back to the others, jaw tense. “None of them belong to themselves anymore. And the sickest part is their genes tell them they’re happy about it.”
Leah stopped pacing. Her eyes narrowed, but her voice softened—only barely. “Lucky or not… at least if you imprinted on someone, you’d finally forget about Bella.” She stated absent mindedly as she glanced back over to them.
Jacob wished that statement was true.
“Being any kind of happy is better than being miserable over someone you’ll never have.” she muttered, her tone exclaiming the quiet part of it all… that she was really talking about herself.
Jacob didn’t answer.
Because she was right.
And that terrified him more than anything.
-
Jacob walked across the beach alongside Leah, Seth and Embry already catching up to the others.
The silence lingered between him and Leah, and Jacob couldn’t help but think back to his harsh attitude a few nights before towards her, knowing what he knew now about imprinting. He recalled the longing stare Leah gave earlier towards Sam and Emily, he couldn’t tell what she was more jealous of, their relationship, or their ‘luck’.
“So…,” he began awkwardly staring at the ground, before looking at his cousin.
“About the other night. When I snapped at you…” Jacob spoke up flexed. “I wanted to apologize. You didn’t deserve that.” he admitted humbly.
Leah looked at him, her eyebrows lifted. “Wow. Jacob Black admitting he was wrong? Should I call the council? Mark it in the ancient scrolls?” she joked.
He huffed out a humorless laugh. “I mean it. I’m… sorry.”
Leah glanced at him this time, really looked—searching his face. Whatever she saw there made her stop joking. Her expression softened. “You gonna tell me why you’re actually acting like a human being right now?”
Jacob swallowed hard. Was it that apparent?
They’d reached the shade of the woods, the world quiet except for the rustling of wind through branches.
“I just… I might understand your situation more than I thought…” he dodged her eyes.
This explanation only made Leah more agitated. “What’s that supposed to mean?” She asked curiously.
Jacob pressed his lips together, unsure of how much he should tell her.
“Go on.” she encouraged.
Jacob paused, turning to Leah.
“I have to tell you something… and I don’t want anyone else to know right now…” he went on, darting his eyes in the direction of the pack. They were out of pack telepathy range.
Leah frowned. “Okay…?”
Jacob dragged a hand through his hair, glancing at the rest of the pack in the distance confirming to himself if he had the green light, then turning back to his cousin, his pulse hammered in his throat.
“I imprinted,” he said quietly.
Leah jerked her head back at the randomness of the statement.
She didn’t mock him. Didn’t roll her eyes. But the air between them thickened immediately, the weight of what that meant settling. Her voice was low, cautious.
“On who?”
Jacob didn’t answer right away. His eyes were haunted.
“Was it Bella?” she asked, slightly annoyed.
“Well… no… that’s sort of the problem,” he murmured.
Leah furrowed her eyebrows, completely lost. “Who was it then?” she asked.
Jacob’s eyes darted to hers. “I-I don’t even really know,” he replied.
“Okay, back up and explain from the beginning, who is this girl and where did you meet her? And how did this happen?” Leah bobbed her head.
“My dad and I always go to this one garage near us for parts, and, the other day when we went there was this girl there-”
“Is she your age?” Leah asked.
“Well yeah-” Jacob nodded.
“Is she pretty?” Leah smirked.
Jacob opened his mouth to answer but nothing necessarily came out. And it wasn’t because she wasn’t, because she certainly was, very pretty, but it felt wrong to admit it. He wouldn’t allow himself.
Leah could see through him. “Oh so she is.” her mouth molded into a confident smirk.
“That’s not the point Leah. After I… saw her, the other night when we had the council meeting. After I ran off… I sort of, caused her to crash her car.” He hesitated.
“Crash her car Jacob!?” She exclaimed, stopping in her tracks astounded.
Jacob immediately held his hands and looked off in the direction of the rest of the pack as if to warn her to quiet down.
“She’s… fine! I think…” Jacob’s voice quieted.
Leah pinched the bridge of her nose in silent disbelief.
“I ran back to check on her, and she was passed out. And then it just… happened??” He scoffed in disbelief himself.
“You’re telling me you almost killed your impritee?” she groaned.
“Again, she’s fine. I called the ambulance and everything… can we just focus on me for a second ?” Jacob asked, eyes pleading.
“Focus on you!?” Leah repeated.
When she said it, Jacob had to admit, he did sound rather selfish.
“Leah,” Jacob sighed. “I don’t know what to do. I don’t even know the girl.”
“Getting past the fact that you almost killed this girl, sure, what exactly else is there to do? It’s too late. What’s done is done. And I don’t really see the problem here. So you imprinted on a pretty girl your age, so what?” she asked.
Jacob knitted his eyebrows together. “So what? Leah this isn’t ‘so what’. I always … I wanted it to be Bella, I’m in love with…Bella. Not to mention just because this girl is… attractive… doesn’t mean we’d get along.” he explained defensively.
Leah paused to consider his words as they resumed their walk. Oddly enough, it did remind her a lot of her own situation. Clearly Jake thought the same, that's why he was bringing this topic to her.
But in some ways, this was different. Unlike Sam and Leah, Bella did not love Jacob, and they were not nor ever going to be an item (whether he could accept that or not). Instead, this other girl, in a way took the place of Emily as the imprintee, still in a situation where at least one person was in love with someone else. Leah bit her lip…
“Honestly Jacob, I don’t know much about this… imprinting thing. This might be a better conversation to have with…” she nodded her head ahead to reference Sam.
Jacob sighed at her response.
“It’s just… I thought to tell you to let you know, it’s not all sunshine and rainbows for the imprinter… I mean, I’ve heard since I’ve phased about this imprinting bullshit. That you just want to devote yourself to them, do anything for them. You become obsessed with them. But I don’t even think I even feel that for her. I-I mean they say you’ll feel calm around them, be happy even, but being around her just reminds me of what I’ve lost.” Jacob admitted solemly.
Hearing Jacob, in some ways Leah felt guilty. As if she was getting deja vu. “You act like it's her fault.”
Jacob sighed. “Leah I know it’s not her fault, I’m just… I don’t know what to do. I’m worried I might resent her.” he admitted.
Leah watched the wet soil of the forest mold under her boots, considering the dilemma at hand. “Take it from me, sometimes in life, you have to learn to accept the things you can’t change. Stop wondering why?, and wonder why not?. Who are you to question our traditions? There's reasons for things, even the things we don’t like.” she explained.
Jacob rolled his tongue behind his teeth, considering her words.
“And who knows, maybe you’ll come to find you really like her, and she treats you well, and you’ll realize you were just being a stubborn naive teenager. First loves are very different from real loves, but I know which one I'd rather have.” Leah added, passing Jacob a glance, monitoring his reaction.
Jacob remained neutral at her advice, staring at the ground.
“Or maybe you can just make her hate you. If I remember correctly the imprintee has the upper hand in deciding what the relationship will be. Just make her want nothing to do with you. There, problem solved.” she joked.
He paused, this time, his expression serious as he looked at Leah.
“You really think I could do that?” Jacob asked, deadpan.
Leah rolled her eyes. “Oh come on, out of everything I just said to you only hear that part?” she laughed.
“Would that work though?” he asked again, insistent.
She shrugged. “I guess. Plus it’ll be very easy for her to hate you, just be yourself.” Leah punched his shoulder with a smile.
I’m so excited about these it’s crazy. I wanted to wait to post them till I got the physical copies, but some of you who have watched the youtube vid I made for the My Neighbor Janice Youtube channel will have already seen these! They’re up now on my Etsy! Link HERE! ⭐️
