Jacob Black x Reader One Shots

Revenge

Contains cussing and pay back. You have been warned.....

Jacob Black snuck into (y, n)'s room, a mischievous grin spread wide on his face. In his hands he held a bucket of cold water from First Beach, the liquid sloshing around quietly as he creeper closer to the girl's sleeping form. Outside the room, Embry Call and Quil Ateara, Jacob's two best friends, snickered as they watched their friend sneak up in the sleeping teen. Jacob stood beside the bed, staying far enough so that he wouldn't be in the splash zone, then dumped the frigid water onto the (y, n).

She jumped up with a loud shreak of fright, falling off the bed and getting tangled in the socked sheets in the process. She frantecly searched the room for the source of the water. When her eyes landed on Jacob, who still had the bucket in hand, her face turned bright red with anger.

"Jacob Black! How dare you, you dick! I can't believe you would do this you fuckin basterd!" she dreamed as she scrambled to her feet. She stormed up to him and tour the bucket from his hands before wacking him upside the head with it, knocking him to the floor. She knew that it wouldn't hurt him badly but it would knock some sense into that thick skull.

"Get out, I don't want to see you for the rest of the day. Come back when you figure out a way to repay me," she growled, throwing him a bone chilling glare. He quickly got up then ran out of the room, Quil and Embry running after him. Once they were gone, the adrenaline left (y, n)'s body, causing a violent shiver to rake through her wet form. She stiffly pulled the covers off of her bed and dumber them in the laundry basket, along with her wet pajamas. She then slipped into the shower, turning the water as hot as her skin would handle to try and heat herself up.
I just hope I don't get too sick from this.

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Meanwhile at the beach, Quil and Embry were trying to cheat up a very depressed Jake.
"I messed up bad. She's so going to bump me now," he whispered, his voice thick with regret.

"No she won't, man. She's just upset. She loves you too much to leave you over something as stupid as this," Embry said reassuringly, but Jake wouldn't budge. Quil sighed.

"Don't worry about it so much. (Y, n) just needs to blow off some steam," he stated, shuving Jake's shoulder lightly.

"I hope so," Jacob replied quietly.

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The next morning, Jacob decided to call (y, n) to apologize.

Ring..!
Ring..!
Ring..!

The sound spread throughout the small house, reaching (y, n)'s ears from living room. She groggily unwrapped herself from the covers and slowly made her way to the phone.

"Hello," she answered, her voice thick and cracked from a soar throat. Jacob picked up on the coarsness of her voice and his heart broke, playing he had done this to his imprint.

"(Y, n)'s I'm so sorry, it was just a joke. I didn't mean to make you angry," he said, words heavy with remorse.

"I would love to say 'it's fine, no hard feelings' but seeing as I have a cold now, I will be getting revenge," she said with a dark chuckle, her cold making her voice sound more menacing.

Jacob visibly paled. When (y, n)'s got revenge, it was always embarrassing to the person who did her wrong.

"Now, I won't be able to do anything in this condition so I suggest you get your ass over here mister," she said in a stern voice.

"Yes ma'am," Jake said before hurrying to (y, n)'s house.

A few days later, (y, n) was back to her normal healthy state, however,
Jacob was lying on her couch, sick as a dog (see what I did there).

(Y, n) chuckled as she Brit him a bowl of soup. "I was working on an elaborate plan for revenge but I think I like this better," she stared matter-of-factly.

Jake just pouted.
"Hey, you wanna listen to some music," (y, n)'s asked enthusiastically.
Jacob nodded his head with a small 'sure'. (Y, n)'s ran up the stairs and got her computer, picking a song and putting the volume at maximum.
"Here it goes," she said with an evil grin.

Who let the dogs out?
Woof woof woof!
Who let the dogs out?

Jacob's eyes widened. Oh shit.

And so, for the rest of the time Jake was sick, he was forced to listen to Who Let The Dogs Out.
Next time he will know better then to mess with (y, n)'s because 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.'