Hi! This is a little imagine about Jacob imprinting on best friend!reader.
I have a bunch of more ideas about this relationship, so let me know if you want to see them!
WARNING: one F-bomb and I think that’s it. Also, reader is gender neutral :)
Jacob Black was my best friend, my other half.
I met him when I moved to forks at 12 years old.
I was riding my bike when he passed me on his bike, declared he was winning the “race”. He was so focused on beating me, he missed a turn and crashed into a bush. After laughing for a while, I greeted my future best friend.
We were both homeschooled and spent so many days playing games or doing homework together. And as we got older, I would sit and sketch or read as he worked on cars and bikes.
We did everything together, Jacob, I, and our other two main friends, Quil and Embry. So, you can imagine how confused and hurt Jacob and I were when they stopped talking to us; but, we promised we would never do that to each other.
Yet, Jacob hasn’t spoken to me in 3 weeks. I called him every other day, his dad saying he needed time, so I gave him space. But I was worried that I should be there to help him through whatever he was going through. I just wanted to see that he was ok.
So, I couldn’t stand by and hope for the best any longer. As the rain thundered down against my window, I pulled on my haindpainted mushroom-patterned converse and hopped on my bike.
I arrived and kicked off my muddy shoes as Jacob’s dad, Billy, opened the door with shock, immediately trying to get me to leave.
“I’m sorry, But I have to know he’s ok.” I pushed passed Billy, and sprinted to Jacob’s room. This house was my second home, so I knew how to move my hips just right to avoid any furniture.
When, I finally reached his door, I hesitated. Deciding it was best to give him a warning before I barged in, I knocked loudly, and then opened the door slowly.
“What’s going on-“
Jacob has just stood up, clearly just waking up, as I stood in the door way.
and then it happened.
Jacob slowly dropped to his knees, but I barely noticed. I had fallen down backwards, confused.
Moments of Jacob’s and my past flashing before my eyes. Me cleaning his scratched up knee as I introduced myself, him throwing me in the water at La push, us sitting in my bedroom as I braided his hair.
And then I saw moments that had never occurred. Me at a bonfire surrounded by people I didn’t know but they felt strangely familiar, Jacob engulfing me into a hug as I cried pulling a suitcase behind me, me in a beautiful purple dress and Him in a gorgeous green tux as we said our vows.
“It’s you…” I heard Jacob whisper.
I looked up to see Billy had wheeled his way over to us, and I looked at him and Jacob in terror.
“What the fuck just happened?”
“I’ll gather up everyone and then we’ll explain everything” Billy said as he wheeled himself towards the phone.
I looked at Jacob for comfort, but I got lost in the emotion of his eyes. There was confusion, regret, contentment, and even excitement. And then he broke out in the biggest grin and engulfed me in a bear hug, inhaling into my neck.
I hugged back, shaking from the intensity of the flurry of emotions I felt.
“After avoiding me for three weeks, you mentally slap me with some weird voodoo magic. What a friend you are” I laugh out, pulling him into an even tighter embrace. “I’m so kicking your ass after I make sure you’re ok”
Jacob let out a breathy chuckle, swaying with me as we hugged.
“…Also, what the hell happened to your hair?”
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