Hi! I noticed on your about me you like twilight but I’m not sure if you write for it but I have a request!
Reader has a beetle and her boyfriend Jacob has been complaining about it for ages calling them unreliable but she doesn’t care cause it cute . So one day she’s in the middle of nowhere and her car breaks down and she doesn’t have any signal , so she’s really scared at this point. Then Jacob gets an instinct and goes and finds her then try’s to fix her car
hiya! i really hope you like this, this is my first req sooo uh yeah! thanks for the req xxx
|| crash instinct || ⚠️: none, all fluff! || wc : 1.35k ||
y/n has had one of those stupid beetles for as long as jacob can remember. she’s always driving in that blue piece of trash even when she has no reason to.
“jake, gon’ take a spin.”
jacob looks back from the couch at y/n.
“y/n, i told you that thing wasn’t reliable. it’s practically falling apart.”
“right, but i gotta make the most while it lasts.”
“i’ll be back in 15, kay? short enough?”
y/n was driving peacefully, blasting gypsy on the busted up car speakers with an abandoned beach beside her that looked like a place jacob would’ve loved to show y/n around, when her car started sputtering loudly mid drive as fleetwood mac started slowing down until the car and the music stopped all together.
“jesus christ!” y/n yelled in frustration as she searched for her phone in hopes of there being any signal near her so she could ring jacob up. she found it shortly after only to find out there’s no signal.
y/n gets out of the car and paces around the dark alley trying to find some sort of signal around her, she tries jumping, running, ducking, everything she can think of.
after a while, y/n panics as streetlights slowly dim around her hopeless figure trying to find some signal around her. she can’t walk home because she doesn’t remember the way back, she can’t ring jacob up to at least tell her how to get back, there’s no one around her and the one thing y/n has left to do is just sit back again the junk that got her into that position in the first place and just cry against the palms of her hands. she didn’t want to be dramatic but she couldn’t help but feel helpless sometimes.
meanwhile, at home, jacob kept getting this feeling that he just couldn’t scratch. it kept getting louder and louder, almost as if it as yelling at him so of course knowing jacob, his first thought is to transform.
and so he does, he doesn’t even get undressed, doesn’t even go outside, he just breaks right through. this urge wasn’t like any other, it was stronger than all of the rest he’s gotten. this one was for a loved one and he knew it.
jacob detransforms when he makes it out of the woods and onto the street. he looks right and left trying to find whoever it is he’s looking for until he looks behind him.
jacob sprints towards y/n, who’s head’s still resting on her palms in such hopelessness the broke-down beetle might aswell feel sorry for her.
jacob slows down when he gets within 10 feet of her, y/n hears the foot steps and decides to lift her head up to the side to catch a glance of who’s coming at her.
she pushes herself up and pulls jacob into her arms tightly.
jacob pulls her in tighter as he rests his chin on her head.
y/n pushes jacob away from her a wee bit
“okay, but first, clothes.”
“shit, where’d i find that.”
you walk away from jacob and walk towards the trunk and grab him a new outfit.
you hold up a white tee, black shorts, and som underwear.
after ‘bout thirty minutes of turning knobs and oil-stained hands, jacob gets y/n’s car to work just fine again.
“y/n/n, turn the car on, yeah? wanna see if it works.”
y/n rubs her eyes and turns the key beneath the steering wheel.
the engine revs smoothy without any sputtering. y/n looks at jacob through the car windshield to try and gouge his reaction.
jacob rubs his hands on his shirt.
“hey, i saw a beach nearby. you wanna go?”
