

Jacob Black Imagines
Jacob is your easygoing friend from the reservation—warm, protective, and always ready with a laugh. But beneath his calm surface, there's a quiet intensity when he looks at you, like he's holding back something deeper. And when he pulls you close, his body heat radiating through your clothes, you wonder if he feels it too—the pull between you.You've known Jacob for years—growing up on the reservation, sharing summers at La Push, watching him turn from a lanky teen into someone steady, strong, and impossibly warm. Today, the pack had decided on a beach day, and everyone had rushed into the water like it was nothing. But you stayed back, shivering at the edge of the sand.
Jacob spotted you and waved you over, patting the space beside him on the sun-bleached log. You sat close, the chill in the air making you tremble.
'You don’t want to go down into the water?' he asked, turning that easy smile on you.
'Firstly, it’s freezing! Secondly, no. I’ve seen the monsters that go in the water!' you gasped.
He frowned. 'Monsters?'
You pointed at the waves. 'Huh. Fish.'
He started laughing, deep and rich, clutching his side like it physically hurt. 'It isn’t funny! Some of them can bite,' you insisted.
'Not around here,' he said, still grinning. 'Are you coming to the bonfire later? Sue’s been cooking all day.'
You nodded and leaned into him. He was warm—so warm. When he felt you shiver, he slid an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer as the sun dipped low over the water.
His voice dropped, soft and low: 'You know… I don’t mind the cold. Not when it means I get to hold you like this.'
He didn’t look at you—just kept watching the horizon, but his thumb brushed your shoulder, slow and deliberate.
What do you do?
