Series description: A new job was what the reason you found yourself on a lonely roadtrip on the western coast, ending up in the woods of Olympian Peninsula. Yet a sudden car malfuction was what cause your unplanned stay in Forks. To your surprise, there was a lot of sinister things going on under the veil of fog.
Part summary: The secret was finally out - many questions were about to be answered. Yet no-one said it will be enjoyable for either of you.
A/N: Okay, I am 100% positive that Seth would believe there’s something wrong with Jacob before realizing that she just means the wolf thing (IT’S JUST A WOLF THING). Also, I am sorry (not sorry) for the lenght of this part, but I got a bit carried away.
The wolf turned around to look at what caused the loud thud behind him. His blood froze in his veins when he realized what was he looking at - you’ve been laying on the damp, hard, and ice-cold ground. He could smell it in the next second - the iron-like, dry smell in the air. The vampires would most likely describe the smell as sweet, just lovely - yet Jacob’s stomach was turning upside down as he felt it. No - you didn’t hit your head so bad you’d be bleeding out. There was just a small amount of blood dripping out of a small wound on your forehead, the drops were slowly soaking into the soil. Jacob wasn’t panicking, he was just surprised to find you there - you were just fine, your breath didn’t even hitch, he could still feel the warmth coming out of you, your heart was beating steadily. Don’t worry, you were just fine.
But Seth, who saw the view through Jacob’s eyes, started to panic at the sight of your unconsciousness - while Jake found the expression very funny, the boy started to freak out. - ’Jacob, help her, why are you staring at her?!’ - Seth cried out to both Jake and Quil’s heads, he wasn’t sure about what was happening. - ’Jacob can’t change back now, Seth. She’s bleeding a bit, what if the leeches will smell it?’ - At that, Seth breathed out; Jacob and Quil felt the decision Seth made the very moment the boy realized it himself. In the next moment, he was running to meet Jacob just to help him. - ’Seth, don’t leave your position!’ - At the same time, Quil took a deep breath and howled loudly for the others to know something had happened.
The members of Sam’s pack and Jacob’s pack couldn’t hear on the same wave - only Jacob and Sam themselves could communicate. Every time something unexpected happened, a member of either pack howled and changed into their human form to describe the issue. It was extremely time consuming and also a bit exhausting, but they didn’t have a better solution.
It was too late for Quil to stop Seth from running your way. Jacob’s bitterness could be felt in the mental web, yet he didn’t tell a word - he just watched the perimeter, ran around, and made sure that any of the bloodsuckers was after you. While Seth was on his way and Jake already looked around, he started to move you around. If you’d be awake, he knew you’d freak out - his teeth bit on the cap of his raincoat as he dragged you closer to the garage, not having a problem with lifting you. The tops of your feet were sometimes touching the ground as Jacob scampered around in the direction of Forks. Thank God, you were barely a minute away when taken from a wolf’s point of view.
Suddenly, Jacob couldn’t tell what Seth was thinking, neither he could see what Seth was seeing - which meant just that Seth was close. And soon, the huge animal turned its head at him. It was looking quite funny, seeing Jacob running around with you hanging out of his mouth… Without a context, it would sure make Seth laugh hard. - “Hey, Jake.” - Seth mumbled and tried to flatten you inside his arms. - “Let go of the cap, I have her. Jacob. She won’t fall to the ground. She’s breathing… I can hear her heartbeat. It seemed that she did something to her brain for a moment.” - And there Seth was, rambling about a ton of stuff that meant… Nothing.
If he’d stop himself from acting up, just for a second, he’d know that you were alive the whole time. Jacob heard you breathing and your heart beating… Before Seth brought it up. And seeing the way the wolf was staring at Seth, the boy immediately knew he did something wrong. But Seth didn’t care at all - he just moved your body in his arms a bit, smiling at you. - “Don’t worry. I’ll stay here and make sure Y/N’s good, okay?” - The sunshine boy grinned at Jacob. - “Maybe some of them will appear here… They’ve been here before and now, there’s the stench of blood in the air.” - Slowly, Seth walked backward to the door leading inside the house, letting Jacob disappear between the trees.
Seth has done just like he told Jacob he would - the boy made sure to tug you into the big, super-warm blanket after taking the coat and boots off. Like a nurse, he cleaned your forehead with disinfection, taping it together with white medical tape. While happily strolling around the flat, Seth turned on some of the heating, made sure the place will be ventilated, and… Because Seth was Seth, when there was nothing left to do, he started to clean around - doing the laundry, folding clothes… When Seth was done and looked around the place with a satisfied smile, you wouldn’t know that you were at this place before.
Jacob… He was a messy person. He was one. The whole flat was the perfect reflection of said behavior. And you weren’t there to change that - most of the time, you even weren’t inside the flat, for the love of God - at least, he was doing the dishes and his bathroom was tidied up and smelled very nice. It was all you could ask from a person who had offered you a stay at their place in exchange for buying the food. Yet after Seth spending an hour there, the flat turned into a place you hadn’t seen before - the boy swept both the dust and the floors, he tidied the sofa from all of the dry soil and carefully re-arranger a fluffy blanket over it so it would be looking presentable. When Seth was done with the flat, he made sure the door to the guest room is opened, just before he sat down to watch some TV. He made sure to listen to the rhythm of your breath - before he fell asleep himself. The boy had an undoubted skill of falling asleep everywhere and anytime, snoring almost unison with how you breathed. The boy was a light sleeper, he’d sure wake up if he’d heard something he would not perceive as ‘normal’. Just like when you started to stretch in the bed, growling unpleasantly.
The dream you had was… Fucking crazy. You dreamed about walking to the woods behind Jacob, following him around. At one point, the man stopped - you did so too, watching him, hidden behind a tree. You remembered that in your dream, it was raining and it was pretty darn cold. Your breath hitched as you watched Jacob falling on his knees, grunting in pain. And then he turned into a fucking wolf. Into a huge, unnatural wolf. Jacob was nowhere to be seen. With that, you woke up - just as your head hit a root which was peeking out of the ground.
Your breath was above normal rhythm as you sat up and looked around to understand where you were. Fuck. You were just in your bad and this was just a bad dream. Jacob was most likely on his late-night walk and you fell asleep instead of following him. There was something wrong with your blood pressure because the room was gently smudged in your peripheral vision and it was shaking a bit. The colors weren’t right either. And why was the pillow full of dirt?
Trying to shake the strange headache, you gently smoothed your temple, just to hiss at the feeling. Fuck. Your head hurt as if someone took you out with a damn frying pan. Was this Jacob’s found? Without a problem with recognizing the material, you brushed over pieces of medical tape with your fingertips, wondering at what the hell had happened. You didn’t remember hitting your head anywhere, this didn’t make sense. Or, maybe, the dream…
“Hey, there!” - A young boy exclaimed in a happy tone. He was standing in the doorframe, shirtless, having a grin on his face. Who on Earth was this? And why wasn’t he properly dressed for the cold weather? There was a strange tattoo on his shoulder and… He wasn’t wearing any boots. Yet his feet, when compared to Jacob’s, were nicely clean. - “Nice to see you up and well. Name’s Seth, I volunteered to take care of you while Jake’s off.” - Without any further explanation, he offered you his palm. Confusedly, you held it in yours while the boy did the shaking. - “I have two simple questions. Why aren’t you wearing a reasonable amount of clothes and why is there tape on my forehead?” - Seth was kind of surprised when you didn’t ask something like 'also, why did Jake turn into a huge ass animal in front of my very eyes?’. Either you didn’t connect the dots yet, or you knew something about all of this.
“Oh, sorry. I’ll borrow a shirt if it makes you uncomfortable,” - Seth smiled even more widely than before, disappearing for a bit before he put on an old, flannel shirt he borrowed from Jacob’s closet. It didn’t even cross his mind that he’s not properly dressed. Most of the La Push boys just walked around shirtless for the most part. It was kinda nice to talk to someone… Normal. - “But my physical temperature is a bit higher than yours. I won’t get cold… And I don’t feel cold. I haven’t felt cold for the last couple of years.” - Seth explained to you as if you were supposed to know what the hell he’s talking about. Most of his friends were used to his happy ramblings, but you weren’t local. Seth was a stranger to you - and for the dearest God, you didn’t know what was his point. - “And the medical tape? Oh, don’t worry, I cleaned the blood and the wound first. It was a horror to get it out of your hair, I tell you that. I was worried that I might just… You know… Tear some hair off your scalp. Jake neither would be too happy about that.” - Tearing hair off your hair? What was the boy on about? You were just as confused as before the boy started answering your questions. Maybe even a bit more.
Even though he answered both the questions, he hadn’t told you anything. Maybe he was being dodgy, maybe he just really didn’t know he’s rambling about nonsense. Honestly, you couldn’t tell. - “I was bleeding?” - “Well, not like bleeding… It was a few drops here and there, but it stuck around the wound and then it kinda dripped down your face.” - Seth answered with an honest smile. Okay, so he just wasn’t aware of misleading you even more, cool. Now you knew. - “And I hurt myself… Or..?” - You needed to be more direct with the questions to get a proper answer out of the boy. - “Oh, yeah, you fainted in the woods and fell on a root, that’s what happened.” - Oh, so that was why the dirt was in the bed. And why your forehead was taped together carefully. Sure. And that also meant…
Seth could heart your heartbeat picking up and your breath getting irregular as you realized something. Suddenly, your hormonal balance had changed as your body started to sweat. You were stressed. And also, this was the reaction you should show before. - “Seth, you need to help me.” - You mumbled, climbing out of the bed. The room suddenly spun around and you barely stood on your feet - the boy’s arms caught you and he carefully helped you stand straight. - “At first, I thought that Jacob is a killer. Don’t ask me why I just got that vibe.” - What the hell were you now on about? Seth watched you packing your stuff in a state of total panic, you were running around the room, picking every piece of clothing you could find. You didn’t care what will you leave there, you needed to run away as soon as possible. - “A killer?” - The boy answered with confusion - suddenly, you pushed all the clothes you found into his arms, picking up the rest. Where was the bag, goddamnit?
“But it’s worse, much, much, MUCH worse.” - “It is?” - He asked back and for a moment, you managed to get him distressed as well. Seth was one of the people you shouldn’t be having this type of conversation with at all. Even if Seth knew about every thought that ever went through Jacob’s brain, he was now on the same ship of panic as you. - “What is he, then?” - “Trust me, if I’d tell, you’d think I’m crazy. And we don’t want that. I’ll take you out of there with me, what do you say? We can… We can try to ring at Charlie? Jacob always leaves his keys in the car, so the tow truck is a fairly good chance.” - Your brain started to put together a situation. The chaos was too much for both of you - for a moment, Seth was thinking about actually escaping with you from the menace that Jake was supposed to be in your eyes. - “He can… He can… He can…” - Slowly, you looked him in the eyes, trying to get the words out. The boy was hanging on your lips with his eyes, curious to hear about what the hell Jacob was. - “He can turn into a wolf. I saw that with my eyes and I swear I’m not crazy. You need to trust me on this, Seth.” - At that moment, every sign of suspense in Seth’s face faded away as a grin replaced it. Oh, okay, so this was the late response Seth was expecting when you’ve woken up. - “What are you grinning at? I didn’t lose my marbles! We need to go, now! Or he comes back, turns into that… That animal and tears us apart!”
“I know you’re not crazy.” - Seth whispered carefully, which made you stop for a moment as you looked into his face, searching for hints of sarcasm or something like that. You thought that maybe, Seth will tell you that you hit your head too badly or something like that. - “And I know that… Because I can do that too.” - What was he saying? Was he also walking to the woods in the late night, turning himself into an animal at will? That couldn’t be… Again, the room around you spun - one time, two times, three times… The third time, you’ve been already laying on the bed, passed out. The man let you lay there for a second as he put your clothes back in place. This time, you’ve been quicker to wake up.
It didn’t take you even five minutes to gain consciousness and this time, you did not doubt in your mind about what happened. As soon as you heard someone standing next to the bed, your eyes flew open as you gathered to stand up on the bed, trying to get away from Seth, who was standing there with a glass of water and a small smile. One of your hands rose high to keep Seth away from you, but the boy wasn’t on planning at all. - “If you’ll come just a step closer, I am going to scream.” - Yeah, who would hear that? It was your last defense. Your phone was in the raincoat you’ve borrowed from Jacob, Seth was standing next to the door and… You could still jump out of the window, but it was pretty high, to be honest. You could hurt yourself pretty bad if you’d be considering jumping out and you would not run too far if you’d break your leg. - “Be careful and reasonable, come on. You hurt your head pretty bad.” - The boy seemed to be nice, yet it could easily just a mascarade. Just when he mentioned your head, the whole room spun and you had to support yourself by putting your palm against the wall.
Jumping out of the window suddenly seemed like an even worse idea than before. - “I think you might have a concussion, so, can you just sit down?” - Seth stepped forward and in response to that, you started to wave your hands around more wildly than before. The boy grunted in frustration, rolling his eyes back. For the most part, you’ve been acting like the child out of you two. After calculating the situation once more, you told yourself it might be better to co-operate. For now. Until you get a better view of the flat door. Just as you were climbing down the bed, the room spun again. Great, so now, you had a fairground amusement just from walking around. - “Will you let me go?” - You asked quietly once you’ve given up on any resistance. Without any further theatrics, you took the glass from Seth and even the painkiller coming with it.
“It’s not safe out there… Listen, no-one’s holding you here against your will, but it wouldn’t be smart to leave now.” - That was all he could say without giving away too much. Seth couldn’t just straight away tell you that most probably, you’re on the vampire menu now and that they will have a hard time trying to get you out of that trouble. Not like he couldn’t talk about it, he just didn’t want to give you more reason to go into a full tantrum. - “Why? Are there wolves in the woods?” - You grinned at your own, not-so-funny joke. It didn’t make Seth even smile. - “There’s something… Different out there. So, please, just don’t do anything unplanned, dumb, or dangerous. Jake wouldn’t thank me if you’d just do a bunk.” - “He asked you to keep an eye for me?” - Then, there was the question if Jacob just wanted to keep you in the flat or if something was lurking in the woods for real. Both answers sounded more or less probable to you.
“Well… Not entirely, I volunteered to be here. I would be grateful if you’d just… Tried not to do anything crazy. Jacob should be back by six, he decided to do a longer one today.” - And with that, Seth let you be with your thoughts alone, which was worse than when he stuck around and stared you down like a baby, that was dangerous to everyone. After the conversation ended, he was highly reluctant to tell you any information - he kept telling you that Jacob should be the one talking you through it when he was the one you’ve seen… Doing it. Not even when you circled a different conversation back to the topic - Seth was smarter than just giving you what you wanted.
In the meantime, you’ve cooked something for yourself and Seth, you even went as far as to let something for Jacob as well. Precisely at six o'clock, Seth’s head turned in the direction of the forest as he got up from the couch and simply… Disappeared. You could hear a long, painful howl, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move. You just closed all of the windows and curtains, hiding under your blanket on the couch. The whole time, you’ve been watching some animal planet, until you simply fell asleep. It was Sunday and the garage would’ve been closed anyway. After some super-long document about mantises, you’ve fallen asleep - in that state, any danger was lurking behind the windows and you’ve been safe, laying on the couch.
Jacob came home late that day - Seth was nowhere to be found, which was understandable. Sam has found one of the vampires and tried to catch it… Embry, of course, ran after Sam to support him - yet the leech, it was a man this time, was quicker than them and broke Embry’s leg. Embry, being the fighter he was, twitched the man’s palm. That sure as hell won’t make the bloodsuckers happy. The palm was now burned to ashes, yet it was almost 100% sure that the vampires will come for their revenge soon. And honestly, instead of talking to you, he slept under the trees, in the cold outside, just to make sure the confrontation will wait for a bit.
As a means of reconciliation, Jacob brought you some take-out from the steak, just like you talked about it - and there was a momentary relief when he found you dead asleep while watching a David Attenborough documentary about ants. All it took was to wait for a bit - and while you slept, he decided to work on your car again. The sooner it would be done, the sooner you could leave the town. It wasn’t too hard for you to understand Jacob was back and working again - the noise was undeniable. You crept behind him, your face was colorless and you didn’t feel good at all while doing it… But you two needed to talk - the sooner, the better.
“Good to see that you’re… Human again.” - You could hear him freak out under the car - his forehead banged the chassis with a loud bang and after a moment, Jacob rolled out with a violet bruise above his eye. - “I didn’t know you were spying on me.” - “You’re doing weird, suspicious stuff and expect it to go unnoticed? No way in hell.” - At this accusation, Jacob put his arms crossed over his chest, sending a raster nasty gaze. - “If I remember correctly, I’m not the one who thinks I am a serial killer and I don’t stalk you when you want to be alone.” - For a moment, you were opening and closing your mouth, trying to figure out some kind of an answer. Yet solid got a solid argument. - “I’m sorry, but you have more than six feet, you’re not a very nice person and sometimes, you’re kind of weird. I thought you were a serial killer and it turns out you can turn into a wolf! That’s some Harry Potter shit right here, come on. I don’t know which one’s worse.” - “Like you aren’t. Who meets someone for the first time and immediately goes 'That guy will kill me the first chance he gets’?” - “I’m just paranoid!” - You exclaimed all over the garage and looked Jacob in the eyes. Heavy rain started outside as you stared each other down. The silence was intense.
“I suppose you’d like to know more… About what you’ve seen, huh? Now you’ve seen it, there’s no point in hiding things.” - Jacob sighed as he wiped his dirty hands in a rug, his expression and stare were blank. - “Yeah, that would be nice.” - A similar blank sigh left your lips. When you were on your way up, you’ve picked up some of the papers declaring all the gigs he had done, since you’ve been mistreating your work in the last couple of days. The man left the TV play while he heated the food he brought from the steakhouse, putting it on the small table in his living room/kitchen. Your eyes sometimes slipped to a documentary about lions and their prey as you chewed on the food. It took Jacob quite some time to start the conversation. - “So, what are you interested in? I mean… Regarding the wolf things?” - “That’s what you call it?” - You fired back instantly, not even looking away from the TV. The food was tasty - it would’ve been even better if you’d just eat it right after Jacob brought it.
“Yeah, that’s how we call it. I thought you’ve been dying to know more.” - It was a subtle callout, yet it didn’t make you even furrow. - “If Seth had told you so, he had been lying like a pre-schooler. You shouldn’t be trusting that boy.” - Once again, your eyes had barely left the TV screen. A small sting of the past had stabbed him close to his heart as he remembered how… She was eager to learn everything. Your attitude to the unknown was more Charlie-like: the less you knew, the better. - “Okay, okay, okay.” - With that, you looked at him. - “How comes that you’re a werewolf?” - Suddenly, you were staring him down like an eager interview. And you were saying that Jacob was the one with a split personality disorder?
“That’s a start. We were born with it…” - “You and Seth? He told me he can do this tomfoolery as well.” - “Not only me and that boy. There are around fifteen werewolves in La Push and Forks now. I can’t tell since I’ve separated from the other pack a long time ago.” - The man was talking while eating, so you had slight trouble understanding everything he had to say. - “That’s quite a number. Everyone’s as big as you or..?” - “No. Most of them are smaller.” - For a moment, you’ve been just eating. - “Are you going to hurt me? Or other people? Or… What does a normal wolf do in these woods? This town, no offense, doesn’t look like a place where shit would be going down.” - Now, it was Jacob, who looked away from you for a second.
This was his chance to repent, to show you that he isn’t the killer you thought the whole darn time. But… Should he tell you about vampires? He knew how paranoid you were. Knowing about the unnatural situation Forks found itself in might won’t do the best for you. On the other hand… Maybe you’d finally believe something is happening and therefore, you wouldn’t try to escape. Seth showed the whole pack how did the night at Jake’s looked like making the others laugh uncontrollably, Maybe, you would finally believe that he’s not that insane. - “We would never hurt people… Voluntarily. That’s not what the Protectors are here for,” - “You call yourself the Protectors? What?!” - At that, you started to laugh. It was so loud that Jacob widened his eyes in surprise. - “What kind of boyband name is that? Holy fuck!” - You got out of yourself whilst crying from laughing so hard.
Jacob was looking at you the whole time, waiting for you to stop laughing - but in the end, you’ve been laughing so long that it made him smile as well. - “It’s a name Sam came up with. You’ll get used to it, eventually.” - “So, Sam’s a member of your boyband?” - At that, Jacob rose is eyebrows as he thought of the answer, but right after that, he shook his head. - “No. He’s the leader of the other pack. I have one and he has one.” - “But what are you protecting this sleepy town from? From having fun? From sunny weather? From warm days?” - Sure, now, you were joking, but something in his face told you to take it just a bit more seriously. There was this… Blank, subtle flame inside his eyes as his expression went flat again. - “The cold ones.” - Jacob said. At first, you thought that he might be joking - but… He turned into a huge animal in front of your very eyes. Maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t making things up. - “Will you tell me who are the cold ones? Never heard of them.”
“You’re wrong. You already heard of them, everyone did. Bram Stoker did, the movie directors did… Let it go through your head. Who’s werewolf’s natural enemy, hm?” - You did know which mythical creature Jacob was talking about, but come on - it felt so dumb to say it out loud. A smile slowly crept on your face as you grinned - rather than answering, you’ve been concentrated on stabbing your steak with a fork. - “I know you know who am I talking about…” - Jacob whispered as if he was just asking you not to sit there in silence. - “The thing in the woods, the one chasing me… That wasn’t a mountain lion, was it? The cats don’t jump that high up on a tree. It was a cold one.” - Dear Lord, you refused to say the word 'vampire’ out loud. It felt stupid to even thinking of that. Inside your mind, you’ve been saying the word again, again, and again, but your mouth couldn’t make the sound because of its utter stupidity. - “That was why you let me drive to Charlie, wasn’t it? And then to La Push. Does he know?” - “Bits and pieces here and there. The less he knows, the better.” - Jacob admitted quietly. That was why Charlie told you to call him as soon as something would be happening.
“And La Push? I don’t believe that Charlie Swan, the police chief, is some secret… Vam-pi-re slayer.” - Ugh, the word didn’t want to leave your mouth on its own, goddammit. - “I was born in La Push. You can call it werewolves’ natural habit because most of us are the children of mythical, legendary Quileute chiefs, who could turn into their spirit animals… And then to wolves.” - “Wow. But why was I meant to go there?” - You asked again. Oh, you didn’t catch what Jacob was saying… Never mind. - “It’s the smell. It’s the strongest in that location, quite literally soaked in it because we live there.” - “The smell?” - With that, you took in a huge load of air to your lungs, smelling only the freshly cooked food. It hadn’t done anything to you, but it made Jacob relax a bit more. - “Our smell, not yours. To a leech, the wolves smell like… A wet dog. But for them, it’s almost unbearable. They can stay in our company only if they are a bit used to it.” - “And what about them? Can you… Smell the cold ones too?” - And this was the moment Jacob understood you’ve been wrapped inside the conversation and its topic.
“Yes, naturally. It’s like… Damn rotten tomato. It’s so sweet, but it smells like a burnt body at the same time.” - “Do I smell like that?” - It was a genuine question in combination with a genuine tone which made Jacob roar with laughter now. - “Of course you don’t smell like that. You’re human. Dear Lord.” - Once again, you took in some smell and smiled at the man. - “Well, you don’t smell like wet dog to me either… I can smell a bit of soil, something woody… A bit of orange… And sweat and oil. You need a shower, man.” - “Flowers and something sweet. But your smell is nice.” - Jacob answered immediately, now he was looking at the TV screen. Suddenly, he was the one stabbing his mashed potatoes with a nervous expression. Of course, he smelled your scent, hell, the workshop and the flat, especially the bathroom, and the guest’s room were full of you. Literally.
“Thanks, I guess. So… Tell me more about the wolf thing, will you?” - It didn’t seem that you’re scared when you smiled at the man, cutting another bite from your steak. Honestly, you’ve spent a few hours sitting at the table, just talking about the werewolves. Jake told you some of their legends, why did they turn, what did even mean to be a werewolf. - “And are all the cold ones bad? I mean, do you have to kill all of them? I think…” - A quick growl escaped your lips. - “I think I know they did something to Bella.” - At the sound of her name, Jacob visibly stiffened and for a moment, it seemed that the conversation was over. - “No. Some of them try not to kill humans. Like the Cullens.” - The man muttered out the name with the biggest amount of self-denial you’ve ever seen on anyone. - “They’re what happened to Bella. And don’t bring her up ever again, I don’t want to talk about her.”
“But the ones that are in the woods now… They are bad, right?” - You changed the topic quickly. So… Bella became a vampire? Was she now hanging from the ceiling, did she have fangs? Was that why they broke up? Was the man on the photo also a vampire? And the small girl, presumably their daughter, who the hell was she? - “They are bad, yes, that’s all you need to know.” - But that wasn’t everything. And you weren’t stupid to figure it out on your own. The bad vampires were hunting you, they knew you were a human… Which meant that they won’t let you be until you’d leave Forks… Maybe not even after that. They will try to harm you, and not only you - they won’t stop until the wolves will kill them.
Now, you understood that the wolves weren’t bad as it seemed at first sight. But you still needed to get used to the idea that person with whom you’ve been sharing your living place for some time now was a mythical creature. You wanted to know more… As you thought about it, you started to bite your lip, which made Jacob look at you once more. - “Something else on your mind?” - It made you jump on your chair as you got back to reality. - “Yes… Do you think you could… You could show me what happened again?”
Thinking about the time I took a film class and the final was to write a 10 page film analysis on your choice of movie… of course I picked New Moon. I spent 2 pages going over how significant the transfer from the blue tint to this warm tint was crucial to the plot and how much meaning it held even if it was such a simple concept except it wasn’t… I got a A on it btw
I’m gonna need y’all to go back into your twilight phase and start writing more fanfic >:| I’m tired of reading stuff that was updated 2 years ago and still having hope that a new update will come out soon… plz
To those bitches that have the Twilight Breaking Dawn Part 1 Collector’s Wedding Flower Numbered DVD Gift Set ( yes I copied and paste that and what about it) just sleep with one eye open because I’m robbing you
I would like to share that yes this was the girl who thought Sam Uley was her dad, this was the girl who had a bag packed under her bed just in case the pack came to get me when you guys read these stories that I post about when I was younger getting into to twilight THIS WAS ME AT THE TIME LMAO IN MY HELLO KITTY NIGHT GOWN AT 8 YEARS OLD LMAO
Thinking about the time when I was telling everyone Sam Uley was my dad that I said it so much I actually started to believe i was right. As said before my reasoning believing that Sam was my dad was that “well maybe that’s the reason why I’m brown” and thought I had this huge break through (I’m sorry I was 8 and having an identity crisis). I then rewatched the first movie and tried to look up the websites that Bella was on trying to search for the cold ones and… found nothing and then blamed my mom for this saying “you can’t block me from the truth mom” and stormed out to the backyard and fell down in the middle of my yard and started crying… yes crying… i then stared up at the sky and said “why is she keeping everything a secret from me” I then told my mom that she can’t keep me from my dad forever because I had imprinted on Seth and unless she wanted me to die she had to let me go see him… safe to say my mom was regretting everything that lead up to this moment. I then some how came up with the conclusion that I was going to shift soon and that “my dad” was going to come here and get me because he would just some how know ? So I packed a backpack with the essentials you know clothes, snacks, my stuffed animals, my spiderman dvd and left my window open EVERY NIGHT just in case he had to come through the window just like Jacob did through Bella’s window… even though I live in a one story house… ✨ and that’s how I became Jordyn Uley
Requested?: Yes by the lovely anon ! Hi! Im sorry to bother you but I was wondering if you could possibly do clingy Jacob black x reader if not that’s fine just wondering have a great day /night!
Warnings: just tons of wholesome fluff here!
Specific Pronouns Used: none were used, completely gender neutral.
A/N: angel, I hope you do enjoy this and thank you for requesting ! I love writing for clingy jacob, cause i truly believe he’s like this.
oh this man will easily be so clingy to you, especially when patrol is involved; whether he was coming back from patrol or had to leave for patrol, he will hold you close and not let go.
sometimes this can cause problems with sam — if he happens to still be following sam`s orders at the time — whenever he happens to be late for patrol because he was just holding onto you.
whenever jacob is tired, he is kind of like a loopy child and he will just casually drop almost all his weight on top of you or lean almost all his weight onto you, as he wants to just be completely one with you.
definitely will hold both your hand and your arm whenever you are out in public and he can`t be completely cuddled up to you.
it tends to get annoying but you love him too much to tell him off about it, much to everyone else`s discretion, as you find it adorable that he loves you enough to be clingy.
BLURB EVENT TIME!! i am free from college, i officially have a bachelor of arts in scriptwriting and a minor in film studies!! so to celebrate having all the time in the world on my hands, why not do a blurb event??
rules:
choose up to 2 prompts (can be one or two total) or send in your own, for one character. no descriptions please. also, please send the number, and not the sentence.
if you see one has been done for the person you want, select another number or person.
regarding that, if you send a number that has been sent in that i haven’t done yet (meaning it’s been requested but i haven’t posted it when you send yours) i will either choose the other prompt you selected or ask that you send another, if you only sent one.
there are 50 prompts, so please be diverse in selecting them. if you see one number has been sent in a lot, for a few different characters, please choose differently.
when it gets to the point where i am not able to think of much for the number and it has been requested for at least 3 characters, i will cross it out from the list.
requests will remain open until i say so!
some of these are from smut prompt lists, but i will not be writing smut. steamy and suggestive, yes, but no smut.
people to request for:
josh kiszka
danny wagner
patrick verona
derek hale
paul lahote
jacob black
embry call
seth clearwater
prompts:
“you’re so important to me.”
“i know you’re mad at me, but will a kiss change your mind?”
“god, i miss you so much.”
“i can’t believe you’re all mine.”
“i hate you.”
“i had a nightmare about you and wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“why are you pushing me away?”
“no, don’t cry, i hate when you cry.”
“you’re perfect to me.”
“your eyes are so beautiful.”
“your lips are so soft. i could kiss you all day.”
“i think i might be falling in love with you.”
“no no, it’s alright, come here.”
“no, please, don’t leave.”
“are you jealous?”
“we need to talk.”
“spend the night with me.”
“this is a one time thing.”
“each of my thoughts about you are improper.”
“don’t give me that look.”
“i’ve never done this before.”
“would you shut up and kiss me already.”
“the first one to make a noise loses.”
“tell me what you want.”
“we’re not just friends and you fucking know that!”
“friends don’t do this kind of shit.”
“i really want to kiss you right now.”
“no one can ever find out about this.”
“let’s go somewhere a little more private.”
“i like you a lot. i just thought you should know.”
“please, just go.”
“say it one more time.”
“please just talk to me about it.”
“i would do anything for you.”
“does he know about the baby?”
“i love you and i am terrified.”
“you’re trembling.”
“i’m not going anywhere.”
“i can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.”
“you’ve thought about this, haven’t you?”
“we need to talk about what happened last night.”
“how much of that did you hear?”
“i should have told you a long time ago.”
“i tried to move on, but there’s a problem. they’re not you.”
“i don’t remember a fight or a reason, so what happened? why did we break up?”
“i love being with you like this.”
“come to bed. i can’t sleep without you next to me.”
I woke up to the soft snores of Quil on the couch next to me. His heat radiating off his body, almost lulling me back into a slumber.
Almost.
“Quil.” I whisper. “Quil.”
“Mhmmmmm.” He groans, gripping his pillow harder.
I purse my lips, sighing before sitting up.
Jacob.
The overwhelming memories of last night replayed through my brain. I felt a chill run up my spine, followed by immediate displeasure.
Why didn’t Quil let him see me? He knew how I felt.
But why couldn’t I speak? Why couldn’t I get up?
Why couldn’t I say anything to Jacob?
I swung my legs off the couch quietly, grabbing Quil’s slippers and stumbling out the front door. I look back to still see Quil fast asleep on the couch, his chest rising and falling with every slow breath.
I let out a sigh, quietly shutting the front door. I look at my car, weighing out my options.
Car is quicker, though much louder. Walking won’t wake up Quil but it’ll take a half an hour as opposed to the five minute drive. Oh the options.
Pursing my lips as I look between the car and the road for what seemed like a million times.
Walking.
Before I knew it, I was already at Billy’s front door.
I went to knock, but my cold knuckles hesitated. I inhale sharply, slowly knocking on the door.
I heard some movement behind the door, to be met with Billy.
“Hi Billy, I know it’s early but I really need to-” I noticed his eyes were bloodshot and filled to the brim with tears, his cheeks flushed with a red hue I had not seen in years.
Not since Sarah.
“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” I whisper, looking into his defeated eyes.
“(Y/N), he’s gone.” His voice croaked.
My blood went cold, suddenly my ears were ringing. I felt the world around me freeze.
“What?” I choke, almost gasping for air.
“He’s gone. Jacob’s gone. Sam is looking for him, but- but he’s gone.” His voice breaks. “All I have left is gone. I need my son.” He buried his face in his hands.
I hung onto every word that Billy said, praying to a God I didn’t believe in that they weren’t true.
“Sam? Billy we need to call the police. What can Sam do?” I panic.
Billy turns to me, giving me a confused look. His eyebrow raises, when suddenly the once puzzled look turns into one of realization.
“You don’t know.” He mutters under his breath, his eyes widening as they stare into mine.
“What? What don’t I know?”
“Read this first.” He pulls an envelope off the table, handing it to me.
(Y/N).
I read my name, admiring Jacob’s handwriting. Terrified to open it.
I look at Billy’s tearful eyes before he nods towards the chair beside me.
I sit down, taking a deep breath; trying to build the courage to open this letter. I look up to see Billy watching me with sad eyes, I assume to see if I have more information in my letter about Jacob’s potential whereabouts.
Dear (Y/N),
I’m sorry. I just, I can’t be here anymore. It’s all too… complicated.
Everything hurts. It’s all too much. I’ve become something I don’t want to be. I don’t want this, but there’s no escape.
I had to leave. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry I’ve been treating you like shit. I just can’t explain it.
I don’t want you involved in this life.
But you are, unfortunately.
Though, I left. I don’t want to be around you. Everything changed. If I stay, you’re roped in far deeper than you would ever need to be.
I’m sorry (Y/N). I am.
I miss you, I do.
I just, I can’t be there anymore. Not for my own sake, but mostly for your sake.
I’m sorry, I just don’t want this.
I won’t see you for a while, if ever again.
I wanted a choice. I want you to have a choice. I want us to have a say in our lives.
I love you.
Jacob Black
I sat there in disbelief. I felt all the air leave my lungs.
It was as if the world around me was no longer real. I could no longer hear properly, everything is muffled.
I closed the letter, looking up from my lap to meet eyes with Billy.
“I-I” I choke on my words. “I don’t know where he went.”
Billy sighs, as a hand is placed on his shoulder. I follow the hand, seeing Sam standing next to Billy.
“No luck, but we’ll keep looking. I have Paul and Embry out looking right now.” Sam gives Billy’s shoulder a slight squeeze as he makes direct eye contact with me.
“Paul and Embry? Why not the police? How are theysupposed to find Jacob? He’s gone.” I croak.
“I know he left before explaining, but you’re entitled to know.” Sam says sternly.
“Know about what? God, I’m so sick of not being in the loop while Bella Swan gets to know everything!” I yell, the anger burning within me.
“She’s not supposed to know.”
“Well she does. And I still do not.” I scoff, tears falling from my eyes.
“Quil’s waiting for you outside, I suggest you go meet him out there for now.” Sam instructs.
I shake my head, looking at the man in disbelief. Who was he to tell mewhat to do.
But I couldn’t be bothered. I quickly got up, bumping into Sam purposefully before walking outside to Quil.
His eyes portrayed a sadness that reflected my own as he stood against the hood of my car.
I walked over slowly, dragging my feet against the Earth.
I stopped in front of him, I took a deep breath.
“He’s gone.” I choke. “Quil, Jacob’s gone.” I feel my knees about to give out from under me. I walk into his large frame, burying my head into his chest.
“I know, love. I know.” He coos, opening his arms to pull me into a hug.
I felt my tears fall onto his shirt as I melted into his touch.
Quil, the only person to make me feel like things could maybe be okay.
The only person left who can bring me back to Earth.
“Quil, what is going on?” I pull back, looking sternly into his eyes.
“(Y/N)-” He hesitates.
“No, I deserve to know. Because apparently it involves me a lot more than I was led to believe.”
I pull the letter from my jacket pocket, holding it up to Quil. “So tell me now. Or I’m going to Embry.” I let out the breath of air that was stuck in my lungs. “But you know I would rather hear it from you.
"Can I read it?” He pleads, nodding towards my letter.
“After you tell me exactly what is going on, Quil.” I pull the letter behind me, looking up at him. “I deserve to know. I need to know why it hurts so bad.” I look down at my feet. “Why does it hurt so bad?” I look up at his chocolate brown eyes, pleading with my own.
“Get in the car, we’re going to our spot.” He advises, looking back between me and the car before walking over to the driver’s side.
I look at him, standing still. Trying to walk, despite my legs feeling like cement.
His eyes met mine, him motioning for me to get into the car.
And so I did.
I walked to the passenger side, silently opening the door and climbing in, taking a deep breath.
My mind raced with every thought imaginable.
Did Jacob come to say goodbye last night?
Could I have made him stay?
Was there something I did? Is there something I could do?
A sense of dread washed over me as I explored every possibility in my mind.
“Relax.” Quil whispers, grabbing my hand and squeezing it lightly.
I look over to him, wondering how he always knows where my mind goes.
A/N:I’m being nice to my Jacob friends today, but don’t count on this to be a common theme– he’s still my favorite angst character
I pressed my ear against the creaky bedroom door, trying to make out the the short-winded breathing on the other end.
Poor Jacob.
Standing there for a moment, I wonder if he really wants me to come in, to see him in this state.
I knew he didn’t, he neverdid. Whenever I would check on him, it was him instantly hiding any hints of sadness. Wiping the tears away, sniffling, and quickly standing up to greet me. Wondering if he even knew of my presence, I decide it’s best I try yet again– even if I fail.
“Jacob…” I whisper from the doorway.
“(Y/N)!” He jumps up in shock; again quickly wiping the tears that fell from his eyes. “Hi! When did you get home?”
Though, that didn’t hide the lament that shone right through those chocolate brown orbs.
“Jacob, please.” I begged, walking over to the bed. I ushered for him to sit back down. “Please, let me be here for you.”
“What do you mean? I’m fin-”
“No, Jacob. You’re not fine.” I sigh. “You hide your feelings from me. It’s torture knowing that you’re suffering; suffering in silence.”
“(Y/N), I’m- I’m ok-” His breathing cuts his sentence off, his eyes filling to the brim with tears.
“Please.” I whisper, placing my hand over his own.
His sobs returned once again, uncontrollable breathing racking through his body as he laid his head on my chest. His arms crushingly tight around my body.
“I just, I don’t want to be this way.” He whimpers.
“What do you mean, Jake?”
“I’m a monster, (Y/N). Don’t pretend you don’t know.”
“Jake, you are nota monster. You’re everything good in this world.” I soothe, slightly scratching his scalp.
“No, I’m not.” He huffs, pulling away to look into my eyes. “I can’t give you a normal life, a normal life that you deserve. At least, not for a very long time.”
“You give me everything I could ever want and more.”
“No, you deserve a safe and normal life. A life where your boyfriend doesn’t fight off vampires. A life without worrying about if something will happen to you. You des-”
“Stop, Jacob. Stop it right now.” I look at him sternly. “You protect me, you protect everyone. You do more for me than I could ever ask. You make me feel safer than anyone else ever could.”
“I shouldn’t have to. You don’t seem to understand.” Jacob’s eyes close as he lets out a large sigh.
“I don’t understand what?”
“You don’t understand that I just wish things were normal for you. For us, for me.” His eyes meet mine once again. “I just want to live a normal life, I want to go back to how things were. When I didn’t have to worry all the time, when I didn’t have to patrol for vampires. When I didn’t have to worry about what would happen if I messed up.”
“You’re right.” I rib small circles into the back of his hand, meeting his gaze. “I’ll never understand the sacrifice you’ve made. I’ll never understand how you feel. But I can empathize, Jacob.”
“Thank you.” He whispers, pulling me into a tight hug. “I love you.” His hot tears leave a trail down my back as he buried his face in the crook of my neck.
“I love you, Jacob. I’m always going to be here for you.” I promise. “Please, talk to me more. Please don’t suffer in silence.”
Characters: Jacob Black, Sam Wilson, Carlos Oliveira
Warnings: ✨ insecure reader ✨ You is kind. You is smart. You is important. Period
Request: “I’m kinda afraid of sending this… I don’t know why I’m really thin and I don’t like that cause I wanted to have that pretty curves some girls have and I wanted to ask you to please write for me Jacob Black, Sam Wilson and Carlos Oliveira comforting their friend / crush who is insecure about being too thin and not pretty enough and confessing their love ” Anon
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Jacob
She watched as Jacob lay on the scooter, rolling himself under the raised car. He clanked around as he took apart the underbelly of the engine.
His arms rippled with muscle as he worked; his shirt became taut as he mindlessly flexed and moved.
Her arms subconsciously moved to her own shirt, feeling how loose the fabric was. She knew her own arms would never be as bold with muscle and her clothes would never feel as tight. She could barely fill in what she wore now, using belts to keep pants up and layers to conceal how thin she was.
She was getting that faraway look, her lips falling into an unattractive frown. She hardly noticed when Jacob wheeled his way to the surface.
“Hey, could you hand me that tire?” he had a smirk on his face, speaking that he already knew she wouldn’t be able to pick up the tire.
She felt incredibly weak as she made the attempt anyway, squatting down and using her arms to push a thick tire as hard as she could. Jacob sauntered over, snickering, “Don’t worry, I can do it.”
He wiped his hands free of smudges but hesitated when he spotted that frown. His brow creased as he walked over, “I was only joking, (Y/N).” He put a hand to her mouth, using his fingers to upturn her lips into an unnerving smile.
“Very funny.” She shoved his hand away, choosing to sit on the nearby workbench.
Jacob followed her, standing and meeting her at eyelevel, “What are you thinking?”
She shrugged, “I’m not feeling so good.”
He observed her distracted eyes and watched her pick at her clothes. He mentally kicked himself for making fun of her weakness when she was obviously hurting about it.
It made him hurt to think that she was.
“You know what I’m thinking?” he asked. He reached for her chin, turning her dazed eyes to his warm ones. “I’m thinking I’ve never been so in love with the thought of you.”
Her gaze cleared up considerably, “What?”
He smiled, so bright compared to his tanned skin, “I said… I’m so in love…”
She was so taken aback that every negative thought she’d had moments before was thrown out the window. “I’m going to need you to say that one more time.”
Jacob bent down, hands on either side of her and resting on the workbench. His face was incredibly close to hers, “I was just thinking how so in love I am with the mere thought of you. God knows what I’ll do with you right here.”
She could barely remember what she was upset about. All she wanted was Jacob’s arms around her, protecting her from every insecure thought she’d had before.
Sam
(Y/N) dragged along Sam’s wings, unable to lift them onto her shoulders without pulling a muscle. She was practically panting as she finally made it to the Avengers field – a wide expanse of green grass covering the surrounding miles and miles.
Sam met her there, laughing the way he did as he thought of a joke, “Enjoying the fresh air?”
“I know I volunteered to grab your gear, but you could’ve warned me it weighed a ton.”
He simply smiled, refraining from saying anything that would make her feel weak and small. “You ready for a test flight?”
“You were serious about that?”
“I thought that’s why you volunteered.” He strapped the wing pack to his shoulders, winking at her, “Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall. Believe it or not, I’ve flown before.”
She laughed, winding her arms around her waist, “I don’t know.”
He looked at her arms holding herself, “I promise you won’t snap in half – I’m strong, but not that strong,” he laughed easily, trying to ease her nerves.
“Don’t say that just yet,” (Y/N) muttered mutely, “You don’t know how thin I actually am.”
“Come here,” he said, activating his wings, “There’s something I want to show you.”
She found his capable arms grip her waist. She blushed horribly as she thought of how sharp her bones could be.
“Sorry if I poke you.”
He laughed, his wings folding out and powering up, “You planning on poking my eye out? I do have flight goggles. Real sexy.”
“No, I mean, I’m a little bony. We’re so close I… I would feel bad if I’m poking you.”
It might’ve just been her imagination, but it felt like Sam was holding her even closer now, “You kidding? I’m too distracted by the beautiful lady I’m holding in my arms.”
If her blush wasn’t evident before, it was blinding now.
And they blasted into the air, shooting for the sky.
(Y/N) would have feared she’d simply blow away, slipping into the open air and falling to her demise. She was certainly light enough to slip through Sam’s grip, but she found that his hold was definite.
It appeared there was no way Sam was going to let her go. It was a somewhat comforting thought.
They reached a standard height and leveled, flying around the Avengers campus. (Y/N) found herself laughing hysterically as her hair whipped around her face. She gripped onto Sam’s shoulders all the while he grinned.
“Hey,” he yelled over the wind, “I still wanted to show you something.”
And (Y/N) pried her face away from his shoulder to look below them, almost shrieking at the height. But just a pinprick below them was something laid out on the compounds roof. It looked like a small table with a full lunch spread.
“What is that supposed to be?”
“Our lunch date,” Sam said, “If you’re hungry after this.”
She gaped at him, a giggle making an appearance, “Ask me again when we’ve landed.”
Carlos
“I almost had them!”
She was yelling, reloading her gun and stuffing first aid into her pouches. Carlos stood on the other side of the room, still catching his breath.
“And you just had to get in the way.”
“I didn’t ask you to cover for me,” he pushed his shaggy hair out of his dirtied face.
She bristled, “If I didn’t you would’ve died!”
He was smug, “I knew you couldn’t live in a Carlos-less world.”
She grumbled, “Now I have to backtrack on weeks of work. How am I supposed to catch them now when they have a damn helicopter?”
Carlos tried to even his breathing, tossing his automatic aside. He was waiting for her to calm herself before saying something stupid.
“Thank you,” he muttered. “For what you did.”
(Y/N) slammed her hands against the barricaded door, “Maybe if I was bigger, stronger… I could’ve stopped them too.”
“You couldn’t have been in two places at once.”
She grimaced, “Maybe if I wasn’t so small,” she said, voice growing quieter, “So thin… I’d be more capable.”
Carlos frowned at that. This was about more than just the failed mission. He was slowly making his way towards her, “(Y/N), you know you’re the baddest ass I know.”
She waved a flimsy hand, still frustrated.
He stayed a few feet away as to not push boundaries, “You’ve seen what’s out there. You’ve seen how outnumbered we are. You’ve seen how few of us have survived.” He folded his arms, protective, “Just judging by that I would say you are verycapable.”
(Y/N) still refused to look at him, hating how she felt; hating how she projected it on him. “You’re infuriating.”
“But you still kept me around,” he gave her a side smile, willing her to have one too.
“I’m glad.” She hugged herself with her thin arms.
Carlos took a few steps closer, “Me too. Because a (Y/N)-less world would be the last thing I’d want.” He looked very near holding her face with his hand, but he stopped himself.
“More than a Carlos-less world?” she asked, starting to smile.
It warmed his cold frame, “I was kind of hoping we’d cancel each other out there. I want you – you want me… that way both our wishes are granted.” He waved his hands about as he rambled, “You see where I’m going with this?”
“You really are infuriating,” but she was grinning this time.
