⋆·˚ ༘ * JARED CAMERON HEADCANONS 𐚁̸.ᐟ
dating jared cameron would include…
jared being completely smitten from the second he realizes you’re his imprint.
like, full-on golden retriever energy.
he tries to play it cool at first, but it lasts maybe five minutes before he’s showing up everywhere you go, smiling like you hung the stars.
the pack teasing him constantly because he turns into this soft, dreamy version of himself whenever you’re around.
embry makes gagging noises, paul pretends to swoon, and sam gives him the look when he skips patrol to walk you home (again).
he gets so protective. not in a controlling way, just in a deeply instinctive “that’s my person and i’ll rip apart anything that hurts them” kind of way.
even before you’re officially together, his eyes track you anytime you’re nearby.
so much touching.
jared is obsessed with physical affection. he always has a hand on your back, slinging an arm around your shoulders, or holding your hand in his ridiculously warm grip. he gets grumpy if he can’t be near you.
you teasing him about being your personal space heater in the winter. he just grins and pulls you closer.
“you’re not cold anymore, are you?”
“no, but i can’t feel my ribs now.”
“that’s love, babe.”
jared trying to be patient when you’re upset, even though his wolf side hates seeing you cry.
he paces the room, fists clenched, practically vibrating with frustration. not at you, but at the fact that you’re hurting and he can’t fix it fast enough.
him picking you up like it’s nothing. literally throws you over his shoulder just to make you laugh. or carries you when you’re tired, injured, or just because he wants to.
“why are you carrying me?”
“because i like holding you. duh.”
worshipping you when you’re insecure. jared doesn’t just say you’re beautiful, he means it in that intense, imprinting way that makes your knees weak.
“i wish you could see what i see when i look at you. you’d never doubt yourself again.”
late night drives where he takes you out to the cliffs just to talk and be alone. he lets you play whatever music you want.
you end up in his lap in the front seat, pressed against his chest while he traces lazy circles on your back.
him being loyal to a fault. he’s all in, heart and soul.
if anyone even looks at you the wrong way, jared’s already glaring from across the room.
“they weren’t even flirting, jared.”
“they breathed too close to you. i saw it.”
inside jokes whispered during pack meetings. you bite your lip trying not to laugh while sam glares at both of you.
him talking about the future like it’s a given. not in a pushy way, just casually weaving you into every plan.
“when we get our own place…”
“someday, when you’re my wife…”
“our kids are gonna have the best damn genes.”
and at the end of the day, jared would be the kind of boyfriend who makes everything feel safe.
no matter how bad your day was, coming home to his arms would make you feel like nothing else mattered but the two of you.
jared always noticing the small things.
if you change your shampoo, he smells it instantly. if you’re slightly off emotionally, he’s right there, gently tugging you aside like,
“talk to me. don’t shut me out.”
he feels your shifts before you do sometimes.
him being so vocal about how much he loves you. not just big declarations. it’s the soft, daily stuff.
“you look beautiful today.”
“you’re my favorite person in the whole damn world.”
“i didn’t think i could be this happy until you.”
him sneaking kisses in public.
he’s not shy about pda at all.
quick kisses to your temple when you walk past. leaning over just to kiss your cheek while you talk to someone. wrapping his arms around you from behind at bonfires.
you wearing his clothes all the time. and he loves it. you in his hoodie? heaven. you sleeping in his t-shirt? he’s gone.
“keep it. looks better on you anyway.”
getting mad at jared is hard.
mostly because he gives you those puppy eyes and soft apologies the second he realizes you’re upset.
“i didn’t mean to upset you. can we talk about it? please?”
but if you’re mad and silent? jared spirals a little.
the imprint makes your distance feel physically painful, so he’ll follow you around like a kicked puppy, trying to fix it. making you tea, writing you a note, asking over and over if you’re okay yet.
being the only one who can calm him down during a phase or shift.
when he’s shaking with rage, seconds from phasing, all it takes is your voice, your hand on his chest, your whisper of “i’m right here.”
the pack watching in awe the first time you talk jared down when he’s about to lose it. sam looks impressed. paul looks offended.
“it takes a damn army to hold jared back and she does it with one look?”
your scent grounding him.
after a rough day or long patrol, he buries his face in your neck, breathing you in like it resets his whole nervous system.
you run your fingers through his hair and he melts instantly.
falling asleep on his chest. it’s warm, solid, safe. his heartbeat lulls you to sleep.
sometimes you mumble things in your sleep and jared pretends not to hear but he remembers every word.
especially the time you whispered, “i love you, jared.” before you were ready to say it out loud.
he never brought it up, but he smiled for three days straight.
him talking about you to the elders like you’re sacred. the imprint makes it spiritual for him.
you’re not just his girlfriend. you’re his anchor. his home. his reason.
+ angsty headcanon:
the one time you tried to break up with him. maybe because you didn’t think you were good enough for him, or felt overwhelmed. jared shattered.
his voice broke. his hands trembled.
“you don’t get it, do you? you’re it for me. there’s no backup plan. there’s no one else. you walk away, and i lose everything.”
he’s not perfect. jared can be stubborn, a little possessive, and way too confident sometimes but he loves you with a depth that could break worlds.
he’s a wolf with your name etched into his bones.
