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I’d Do Anything
“You didn’t have to do that…” you smiled. He drowsily shook his head, grinning.
“No problem,” he smirked.
Actually, it was a problem.
At least to you.
He’d taken a massive hit for you.
You were still wondering why the boys were attempting to play dodgeball with a basketball, for one. You were so close to being in the position he was, sprawled out on a cot, but he saved you.
“Does it still hurt?” You laid your hand on his.
“Meh,” he murmured. “Not really.” His swelling, bruised forehead said otherwise. Jalen Hairr had the best arm out of anyone in your PE class, so when that ball was flying toward you, you thought it’d be the end.
“Are you sure?” you softly cooed.
“Yeah yeah.” His eyes sleepily wandered around the room, his drunken laugh making your heart flutter. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” you nodded. "Just shaken up, haha."
"Right..."
Silence.
“Do you want me to leave?” He tilted his head up, smiling. “Or-”
“No no… Stay.”
Forcing away a dopey giggle, you shifted on the small stool to make yourself more comfortable. You could tell your presence made him relax more, but he still winced like he was in terrible pain.
“Alrighty then!” You laughed at his dramatic swoon. “Not for long. Mrs. Ortega’s gonna make me leave.”
“What’s your next class?”
“Pre-calc...", you grimaced. “Honors.”
“Damn. Pretty and smart?” He chortled, his eyes weary. You both made eye contact for a split second- it almost seemed like he got lost in yours.
"Maybe that ball hit you harder than we thought." You tried laughing it off. He'd never say that to you if he was in his right mind. Right?
"Maybe."
Mhm.
"You know I'd do anything for you." he chuckled.
"Hm?"
He turned away from you... as if just realizing what he'd said.
"It's true-" he whispered. "I would."
"Oh... That's great to know."
Seriously? oH, tHaT's GrEaT tO kNoW!
Stupid.
"You really would?" you quirked.
"Of course. Who wouldn't? Y-You're amazing." He shook his head, still not looking you in the eye, like he was in a daze. The daze of your beauty. The daze of how happy you made him.
"You're amazing."
He made you smile, and you finally met his eyes again.
You playfully tugged on his finger, him returning the favor by lightly kicking your foot.
"AH- I've been hit!"
"A soldier is down. I repeat a soldier is down!' He boasted in his deep commander voice, grinning like a kid.
"T-tell my husband I love h- bleh. And death."
He laughed at your antics. Maybe getting hit in the forehead with an extremely hard basketball wasn't so bad after all.
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Jacob black for prompt 12 would be appreciated. (fem reader)
Forever Yours
The reader spots Jacob and Bella walking along the shores of La Push, and she is reminded of everything that had happened, before she is faced with a choice of what could be.
Pairing: Jacob Black x Reader
Word Count: 1809
Warnings: just like sad stuff i guess... not much resolution but a little resolution at the end ?
A/N: wow. this is actually so terrible. i have no words as to how long it took me to crank this out and im actually really disappointed in myself and i would like to formally apologize to everyone, especially @sugaraddict301 who has been waiting patiently for MONTHS and now its just a terrible one shot that i could barely eke out but it has been weighing on my mind particularly heavily these past couple of days so i just knocked something out
Masterlist
The cool ocean breeze swept your hair across your face, leaving you sputtering like a fool. You wrapped the ends of your blanket tighter around your body, as the sounds of the waves crashing accompanied your friends giggles beside you.
It was cloudy, but that didn’t stop your friends from dragging you out of the house and to La Push. None of you surfed, and it was definitely too cold to swim, but you were enjoying the time out with your friends, cracking jokes and complaining about classes. At least you had been, until two figures walking together along the shore caught your eye.
It was like your heart had been crushed, and all of the air left your lungs.
He was with her.
Jacob Black— your first friend, first love, and first heartbreak.
You got up from where you were sitting— no longer feeling like hanging out with your friends— and began walking alongside the shore, in the opposite direction of them. Eventually, you found a large rock, one that you could sit on and observe the depths of the water.
Of course, you were ecstatic to hear of her return to the rainy town, having fond memories of braiding hair and sleepovers, but along with the happiness came bits of grief. You knew of the feelings that lingered between her and Jacob, your ex-boyfriend never fully getting over the dark-haired girl.
You had read that first loves shine the brightest and hurt the worst, which you unfortunately found out the hard way. The two of you grew up together, tugging on each other’s hair in simple, childish bouts of teasing. It was unclear when romantic feelings for your friend developed, but one day you were suddenly hit by waves of emotion, and you found yourself on a rapidly-moving train with no stop in sight.
It wasn’t until you were 14 that you began to act on these feelings, after sensing that Jacob had felt the same. Dating Jacob was like breathing— it never took much effort nor thought, it simply existed. Your routines didn’t change much; you still hung out for the majority of the week, enjoying the time spent together.
Some days you would watch movies for hours, cuddling on the couch in your living room, throwing out corny quips and references that only the two of you understood. Other days, you would simply coexist, working side-by-side but separately. And that was okay too.
For three years, you followed this routine. It was simple, and it worked. It was filled with love and adoration but also immense respect and joy. Until one night, Jacob revealed something to you, completely catching you off guard and changing the course of your relationship for the worse.
“Jake,” you started as the laugh track of the sit-com you were watching accompanied in the background.
“Hmm?” He asked, and you felt the reverberation from his chest through your body.
It was Saturday, and the two of you were intent on spending the day inside, away from the bitter cold of Forks winters. You had finished your homework last night, in anticipation of cuddling up with your boyfriend for hours on the couch. You were both laying on the couch, his arms wrapped around your waist pulling you close against his body.
“Did you ever think we would end up together?” You asked.
It was not an investigative inquiry, but rather just a random question that popped into your mind. You twisted your head back, looking at him with a smile that fell when you saw his eyes clouded with a haunted look.
“Babe?” You asked, tentatively. And he blinked quickly, snapping out of his trance. By this point, worry filled your heart, and it beat fervently against your chest. You felt your hands grow clammy with sweat, and you began to pull away from his warm embrace.
“I, uh… If I’m going to be completely honest,” he started, and your breath hitched, a deep pit in your stomach forming. You mentally cursed yourself, cursing your curiosity and inability to simply leave things be.
“I had the biggest crush on Isabella Swan when we were younger. I don’t know what it was, but something about her just drew me in,” he continued.
You and Bella Swan used to be close friends, being the same age and all. But after she stopped visiting Forks for summer and winter break, the two of you began to drift apart, no longer writing each other letters filled with life updates. In your later teens, as life began to pick up, you had almost forgotten about her completely— the thought of her, merely a childhood memory.
Your heart clenched, and you stirred up the courage to ask the first question on your mind— the most important question.
“If she didn’t move away, would you still be with me?” You weren’t sure if you wanted to know the answer, but you needed to.
“I don’t know,” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck in nervousness.
Your stomach dropped, and you pulled away further, no longer wanting to be near him.
“Oh,” you said. And that was all you could say.
“No, baby, it’s not like that though. I love you, you know I love you. Who cares about the ‘what ifs’? Who cares about the hypotheticals? We’re together now, and that is all that matters to me. You matter.”
You could tell he was trying his hardest to reassure you, to backtrack and make up for his mistake, and you knew that it was partially your fault for backing him into a corner, but the damage was done.
What was said could not be unsaid, and that is the nature of living.
That night was a low point in your relationship— in your life. It was the turning point of the pure, uncomplicated love that you had for Jacob. It created friction between you two, even though you desperately tried for it not to. You both did. At one point, it was too much to bear, and you let go. You walked away from him.
You were unsure as to how long you were sitting there, but you heard soft footfalls in the sand, alerting your senses to a presence behind you. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who it was.
“I should’ve known better than to come here,” you said, tears filling your eyes, still focused on the shore.
You didn’t want to look at him.
It was hard to speak, the huge lump in your throat creating a crack in your voice along with the stinging of tears. At that moment, you embraced the cliche. Childhood loves never fully died, and now, you could attest to that based on first-hand experience.
“Y/N,” Jacob started, with a sad smile. “You’re always welcome here, you know that. Even though we may not be together anymore, the Rez is your home too.”
You shook your head in defiance, and finally you found yourself staring into his dark eyes, ones that were once filled with love and happiness for you.
“No, I can’t keep coming here. I think we should stay away from each other, Jacob.”
His eyes softened with sadness, and you swore you saw heartbreak in his eyes. But maybe you were just projecting.
“You don’t want to see me anymore?”
“I…” you sighed. “It’s not that I don’t want to see you. It’s that I can’t. I can’t move on from you if I don’t step away now.”
His eyes crinkled in confusion and his head tilted, reminding you of a kicked dog that simply did not understand the complexities of life.
“What changed? We still would see each other after we broke up. It was hard at times, sure, but I think that’s natural.”
Your heart was heavy, and the tears spilled over as you came to terms with bearing your heart to him one last time. One more time and then never again.
“I can’t stand looking at the two of you together, knowing that used to be us. I miss us. I miss the way we were together. And I know that you don’t feel the same, and that’s okay. I want you to know that I’m okay with that. I understand. I just don’t think this is healthy for me… for either of us,” you stated with finality, truth ringing in your voice.
“You don’t think I miss you? Miss us?” He whispered, and you shook your head.
“I know you don’t, Jacob. I see the way you look at her, and you never looked at me that way,” your breath shook as you attempted to take a calm inhale. “And like I said, that’s okay. I’m okay. I just can’t keep hurting myself by staying.”
Jacob was quiet, and you waited with baited breath to hear his response. He looked away, his eyes towards the shore where the waves crashed upon the black sand. Sand that you would often roll around in together on the rare sunny days, laughing and splashing your time away.
“You’re wrong,” he stated, still staring at the murky water.
“I did… look at you like that. I still look at you like that. You just didn’t see it. You never do. You never look at me anymore, and it kills me to know that it’s my fault. I lost you. I should’ve held onto you when I had the chance— I should’ve fought harder for you. I lay in bed, thinking about you. About all the time we spent together, and how I would trade anything in the world to get those moments back. To get you back. And I am so sorry, Y/N, for not telling you. For not reassuring you that it’s you I want. Not her. Not anymore. Not for a long time.”
It was your turn to remain quiet, unsure of what to say, of what could be said.
You found yourself in tears, silently sobbing on the rock that numbed your body, or so you had tried to convince yourself. That it was the rock that did it. And not the boy next to you.
He pulled you in a comforting embrace, not unlike the ones he would pull you into when you were together. He rested his chin on top of your head, cradling you close to his chest.
“I love you,” he whispered, barely heard over the crashing of the waves.
“I love you, too,” you whispered back, muffled by the fabric of his cotton black t-shirt.
You were unsure as to what this meant for the future, for the next steps of your relationship. But you knew that the pieces of your heart were beginning to be stitched back together, slowly, but surely.
And that was all the reassurance you needed in that moment.
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“I thought you would be a model student"
"Am I not?"
"Well... I just hate to have to call your attention to you repeatedly”
"Oh... I'm so sorry for that. You might have to punish me more often”
"Yeah, let's see if that teaches you the lesson for once” and with a quick thrust he sinks into you, bruising your fragile spot, but letting you adjust to him as soon as he starts to move. "Cause I don't think you'd want me to give you another warning, would you?"
"Oh, n-no please. Don’t wanna have to throw my magnificent academic record away" Your arrogant smile puts him on edge. He still hasn't gotten used to your manners. "Just come over more often in those tight black trousers. I love the view of how your cock gets hard from my desk. Do it and I promise I’ll keep myself busy"
"hah, how touching... but it's not the trousers that make my cock hard, honey" you continue to struggle to keep the volume down. Even though it's just the two of you in his office, the teachers room is close by and you're still on school time, but his deep thrusts steal all your energy and you can only faintly gasp for breath, enjoying every little burn in your stomach as you feel your orgasm nearing. "It's that pretty face of yours that makes me hard at the thought of how precious you would be moaning my name as you squeeze around me, just how you are doing right now" His confession takes hold of what little is left of you.
Sweet, wild words tingle in your ear as your lips continue moaning his name, holding you firmly to his desk and letting you spilling over it.
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𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙨𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙩, 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧.
(Jacob Black x Reader Series)
This is a series based off the request: Hey! For Jacob Black can you do a story where after the two meet and he imprints he starts following her around like a lost puppy completely obsessed and she’s just completely confused and weirded out until he starts growing on her? Female reader if possible, thanks!
I did put some book cannon information in this fic. However there isn’t really a time frame in the story where these events particularly take place. I hope you all enjoy. (Just an fyi updates may be slow)
Total Word Count: 11.9k
Warnings: mainly swearing, crying, slight panic attacks, slow burn, strangers to friends to lovers, character dealing with a lot of internal conflict(if any come up later in the series they will be put here)
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Twilight-masterlist m.masterlist
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Chapter one: “If I could ask for anything, I would want to go back to the moment we met. I want to experience that magic again, one more time.” -Anonymous (2.5k)
Chapter two: “You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart; imagine my heartbeat when you are in this state.” ― Franz Kafka (2.4k)
Chapter three: “Good things come to those who wait, Better things come to those who try.” ―Nishan Panwar (2.4k)
Chapter four: There are times when two people need to step apart from one another, but there is no rule that says they have to turn and fire. -Robert Breault (2.2k)
Chapter five: They say if the love is true, then it’s easy. But that’s false. Love is complicated. It’s sticky. It’s bliss and it’s a mix of emotions. It’s not easy. -Dominic Riccitello (2.4k)
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Pranking you
Pairing: Jacob Black x reader
Warnings: None
Requested: @sugaraddict301
Request:
can you do 2 and 21 for just angst (jacob black)
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As far as you’re concerned, your loving boyfriend should have seen it coming; you’re a prankster after all and you’ve been pulling a few more pranks on him than usual but they’ve all been harmless.
But this one… this one crossed the line with Jacob.
You were completely unaware of what kind of day Jacob was having, he was usually home way before now, and you had been growing more and more worried about him and where he could possibly be. You were aware that tonight, the pack was having a bonfire and it was one Jacob was originally going to come back and get you for. It sounded nice and just the thing you needed before the busy week ahead of you. Jacob had been spending a lot of time with Bella and that didn’t bother you even by just a little bit because you trusted him completely. Bella soon became one of your best friends after the first time meeting each other through Jacob. When the time approached for Jacob to come get you, he never showed and you were wanting to get to the bottom of it as to why and where could he possibly be by now, it was a little frustrating.
Even more so of the fact that the clock read near midnight, you had gotten into your best dressed and waited on the sofa to be picked up. Right now, you were trying to reach and get a hold of him, but he wasn’t picking up his phone so you tried calling a different member of the pack, Seth. You asked if he had seen Jacob anywhere that night and when he informed you the last place he had been seen was at the bonfire, you almost dropped the phone when he mentioned that he brought Bella along. You hung up before you could allow yourself to breakdown over the phone. This has broken your heart and you wanted to get back at him, you weren’t sure how yet. It wasn’t until Jacob had come home that you were notified this whole “taking Bella” thing was a prank played by everyone.
That only upset you more and by the next day, you had a plan. Jacob was out once again with Bella and you took action in your plan to get him back for last night’s prank. The trick you had come up with since Jacob is always home late, you had the idea of tying a firecracker to the doorknob that would go off as soon as it would open. It was really harmless and a lot more merciful than the idea you originally had come up with, which was cheating on your boyfriend prank. This was basically the same kind of prank you have pulled on before, only this one is going to be just a little louder, the noise would echo throughout the house and you couldn’t feel more proud of yourself for coming up with this idea. Only part of the reaction had come about that you wanted, the resulted into an argument. Jacob was mad about the prank and when you got upset with him about his own prank, he told you that there was no reason to be upset, that it didn’t matter, it was only a prank.
You were in the kitchen making a fresh salad for the both of you as the evening meal when Jacob walked in and fell for your trap. However, it was a loud enough noise that it even made you jump in slight fright, you were grateful he wasn’t there yet to see it. Jacob was mad, more like angry, angry in a way you have never seem him so livid that it nearly made you regret your actions. As soon as he opened the door, it went off causing you to run towards him to get the reaction. You started doing what you would normally do when it comes to Pranking your boyfriend, you kneeled on the floor and started laughing. But the humorous moment didn’t last when you looked up and into his eyes, his eyes that were now filled with anger, you stopped laughing. He slammed the door and threw his things on the floor, folding his arms across his chest in disbelief.
“Jacob, I-“
“Don’t! Enough is enough, (Y/n)! You just don’t know where to draw the line do you? You thought this was funny? I had a horrible day and this is what I come home to?”
“What? Can’t you take a harmless joke?” You dare to say.
With those words now in the open, you immediately regret it but it’s too late to take them back.
Jacob never snapped at you like this before, his voice was louder than you’d imagine it had ever been. You had tears in your eyes and you felt embarrassed, ashamed. You didn’t mean to make him so angry, it had you thinking back to all the other pranks you’ve played on him before. You couldn’t help but think, is this what he secretly thought? You felt like a terrible person and a horrible girlfriend, that he deserved better than you.
“I’m sorry.”
It was all you could say as a tear rolled down your cheek and you stared down at your sock covered feet.
You hear Jacob sigh before he approached you.
“No, I’m sorry. I’m just not in the mood for a good old fun games of being pranked. But that doesn’t give me the right to have raise my voice and to act upon my emotions when I shouldn’t have.” He says slowly and carefully, wrapping an arm around you.
“I didn’t know you had a bad day.”
He nods, trying to ignore the guilt that was consuming him and the more of it he felt when he felt a tear fall from your eyes onto his neck while holding you close.
“I know, how could you have? I didn’t tell you. There’s no way you could have known. Let’s cool it with the pranks for a couple of days, okay? Just to cool down a bit.”
You sniffled.
“I really am sorry, Jake.” You say, as he begins to rub your back.
“It’s really okay, I’m sorry for snapping at you. After all, I did deserve it after the bonfire prank.” Your listening ears followed by a chuckle made by you.
You giggle, and lifted your buried head from his neck. He immediately pulling you closer t him as if you weren’t close enough already. Though he pulled you not only for an embrace but to pull you in for a kiss, not wasting another moment.
“How about we put a movie on?”
“I’d love to do that!”
“Okay than, you can choose the movie and I’ll get the popcorn ready.”
Jacob was all you ever wanted, and all of the two of you ever wanted was spend the rest of your life together.
It would soon be a dream come true, and you could spill all the pranks you have on your list to use on Jacob.
This was your fairytale.
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Requests: open
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Characters:
• Edward Cullen
• Jasper Cullen
• Emmett Cullen
• Carlisle Cullen
• Jacob Black
• Riley Biers
• Bella Swan
• Rosalie Hale
• Alice Cullen
• Jane Volturi
• Aro Volturi
• Felix Volturi
• Caius Volturi
• Vladimir

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“Why were you even talking to him?”
“I don’t see why it matters,” you voiced, ever so slightly narrowing your eyes. “What, are you jealous?”
“No!”
“Then why do you care? Gosh, it’s like every time I try talking to someone other than yourself you just…” you mimicked his angry face, crossing your arms.
“I don’t act like that.”
“Yeah, you do.”
“I do not.”
“You do! You never seem to pay attention to me unless I’m glancing at another guy.”
“That’s not-“
“True?! Yeah, actually, it is.”
“You really don’t think I notice you?”
“I know you don’t! Whenever you’re around Elijah or Mikayla and the rest of your stupid friends, I don’t even exist! An old figment of your imagination, huh? That’s what I am, right?”
“Y/n-“
“No! So what there are other guys I talk to! They’re my friends and you don’t seem to understand that. You know what, I don’t even know why I’m explaining this to you because all you’re gonna do is nod your head and act like you were listening.”
It took you a second to realize you’d actually hurt him. Did you say anything? No. What else was there to say? His fists clenched a little, his mind replaying all those times he did pretend you weren’t there… Just to save himself from getting caught.
“I can’t believe you really think I don’t notice you.” he conceded.
“Yeah… You just— push me away.”
He walked toward you, lightly pulling your body into his.
“This better?” His words lightly grazed your skin. “I’m not pushing you away now, am I?”
“I-“
“For your information, I do actually notice you, Y/n. If I told you just how much, you may not want to hang around me anymore.”
You moved your face from his, attempting to squirm out of his firm grasp.
“I thought you didn’t want to be pushed away, beautiful.” Grabbing your wrists, he stretched your arms up against the wall, submerging his face into your neck.
“I only treat you like this because I don’t want anyone to take you from me. Not that guy, not anyone from this clammy town, or anywhere else.”
“What are you saying-“ you breathed. Your heart was beating out of your chest and your stomach was twisted in so many different directions, but nevertheless his lips trailed your jaw, leaving small kisses along the way.
“I dream about the day I can call you mine. I can’t have anyone taking that away, baby.” he paused. “You alright with this?”
“Y-yeah.” You could barely form a statement, your legs buckling underneath you.
“Good.” He gripped onto your wrists even tighter, pressing down so that your hands were completely smushed onto the hard material.
“Gotta make sure they know that you already belong to someone.”
“Mhm.”
“Yeah,” he chuckled. “Me.”
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