⁺◟[ valentine's day wedding ] [ jacob black x f!reader ] * [ one-shot ] ꜜ
[ 🖤 ] tw : fluff, implied smut
[ 🤍 ] synopsis : you and jacob black, friends since childhood, marry each other, and coincidentally, on valentine's day.
“You know I didn’t think you were the marrying type.”
Jacob’s brow rose at the start of conversation you’d chosen. Swaying from side to side, your dance as husband and wife. Everything was calm up until the wedding day – the lead-up was hectic and everyone was trying their best to make it to the wedding. He squeezed you lightly up until you were flush against him, head resting lightly onto your exposed shoulder.
Coincidentally you’d both decided on a wedding on Valentine’s Day. Jacob specifically had chosen this date for a reason – you would have a wedding and Valentine all in one. Your traditions melded well together as one during this special day.
“You didn’t think I was the marrying type? That’s hilarious, (Y/N).”
“No, no,” You mustered the courage to grin in his face. He got close enough to you that you could feel his breath on your lips. “I’m serious, I really thought you weren’t, Jacob!”
Weddings were your all-time favorite to attend when you were little. The dresses the bride wore, the romance surrounding it. Family, traditions, laughter and happiness. You’d never missed them—when each of your friends one by one got married and eventually went to curate their own lives afterward.
Eventually, you and Jacob had gotten serious and he proposed to you three years into your relationship. You were over the moon to be marrying the man who you loved, and coincidentally, imprinted on you.
“You can keep believing that little conclusion of yours all you want,” he chortled, spinning you by your hand when came the time to do so. You hummed as your returned to his side. “I’m not against weddings—it’s just—well, I’m not one for them.”
“Aha! I knew it!”
As you parted, your wedding guests clapped as the dance came to an end; now for the fun part—cutting the cake. Both of you approached the came to begin serving to everyone that attended. Until someone poked your shoulder. You turned to face the familiar pixie-haired young woman.
“Alice!” You brought her into an embrace. The only friend you’d managed to make at a time where your heart was broken and unable to be fixed. Behind her, the rest of the Cullens, you were happier than ever now. “I knew you guys would come, thank you so much!”
Jacob sauntered behind you and coiled an arm around your lower torso. Your kind-hearted nature overtook you and your mindset. Your wedding was now more than perfect. It was phenomenal.
By the time it was all over, you’d entered your new home together, alone. Bouquet still in hand and carried bridal-style by your new husband. You returned home now as (Y/N) (M/N) Black. He shut the door to your new home, built solely on your bond with one another. After setting you down onto your feet, you lifted the front of your dress to strut into the center of the home.
“Wait, what day is it today?”
“It’s Valentine’s Day, and I’m going to be spending it with the most beautiful woman I know.”
When you turned to look at him, Jacob had this expression on his face—you couldn’t pinpoint it—until he began beelining it toward you which alarmed you; so you started running. But it was no match for him. He’d managed to capture you again and pick you up right off your feet.
“It's not the face, but the expressions on it. It's not the voice, but what you say. It's not how you look in that body, but the thing you do with it. You are beautiful.” - The Host by Stephenie Meyer
