#he's an aries which is what battery's sign is so 😏

[sappholily]

hey! i see you really like COD (awesome, so do i <3) and, my favorite is BO3!! While I know its a bit of a controversial topic ^^' I was wondering if maybe i could get some kind of fic with jacob hendricks? i really really REALLY love him a lot and, he's a huge emotional attachment for me so i think it'd be kinda cool, yk? if not that's okay!! but it'd be great to get one :)

It took me a while to finish it because of the holidays, but I finished it and I'm proud of it! This got me back into the writing mood so thank you for this ask <3! I had never bothered to think deeper about Jacob as I was only concerned with the multiplayer operators, but it was fun coming up with a voice for him and I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: You and Jacob get married, he comforts you during a fork in the road moment.

Warnings: None

Fluff, gn!reader, no descriptions of reader and no pronouns used

It was the day of your wedding, and you had barely slept the night before. Nerves ran through your body as you thought about every detail. Would the cake be the correct flavor? Would the photographer take good pictures? How would your guests feel during the wedding? There were many things to think about, many things to unsettle you. 

The morning arrived quickly, your thoughts fading into oblivion as you got dressed. 

The ceremony started off without a hitch. You had chosen a beach for the occasion, and you chose a date where not many people would be around. The salty air of the ocean and the sound of the waves splashing against the shore were the finishing touch your ceremony needed, both of you had agreed on that. 

Your soon-to-be husband was standing at the end of the aisle, his black tuxedo framing his body, accentuating his wide shoulders and small waist. His eyes shone as he watched you walk. “You’re stunning,” he whispered at you as you arrived at the altar. 

You swallowed back the lump in your throat and quietly said, “Thank you,” afraid that if you spoke any louder, you’d start sobbing. 

“Do you take this man, Jacob Hendricks, to be your husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?” the civil officer asked you.

“I do,” was your response. 

There was no other correct answer—you loved Jacob for all you were worth and there was no one else who made you feel the way he did. He completed you, made you whole, introduced you to the real meaning of the word “love”. Saying no would be your downfall. No one else understood the way you worked quite like he did. 

It was almost telepathic how he was able to read you and your movements. 

“I give you this ring as a token and pledge of our constant faith and abiding love,” he said as he slipped the ring on your finger. 

You struggled to hold back tears as you did the same to him.

The ceremony ended with Jacob being pronounced your husband and you two sharing a kiss that sealed your fate. 

Your wedding planner, Maria, had pulled you to the side after you and Jacob left to the reception hall. “Hey, how are you feeling?”

“Oh, good,” you replied, taking one last look in the mirror. “I’m so glad the emotional part is over and now I can focus on having fun.”

“Yeah,” Maria said with a fake smile.

Frowning, you asked “What’s wrong?”

“Okay,” she placed her hands on your shoulders, “so don’t freak out, we will get everything figured out and sorted, but I just got a call from the bakery.” She exhaled. “They called and said that while they were on the way here, their van got into a bit of a situation. Everyone is fine, but,” she rubbed her forehead. “The cake toppled over and it is ruined.” She held her hands up before you could protest. “But don’t worry!” Her smile was just as fake as the first one you’d noticed. “They are getting a replacement cake, it just isn’t going to be a red velvet cake, it’ll be a vanilla cake. And obviously they won’t be able to decorate it how you wanted it, but they will refund the money to you.” She paused, waiting for you to respond. With your silent nodding as your only response, she continued,  “Okay? Everything will be alright, improvising is something I’m good at.” It was her final attempt at calming you down. 

All you could do was nod slowly as you tried to wrap your head around the situation at hand. 

You hadn’t noticed that Maria left. 

It wasn’t until Jacob, your now husband, asked, “Are you okay?” that you noticed she was gone. 

With a shaky breath, you replied, “Yeah, I just-“ you breathed out and looked for somewhere to sit. “The cake,” you tried to keep your panic attack from happening, swallowing and allowing yourself to be held by your husband.

“Hon?” There was concern in Jacob’s tone, showing itself in the way he rubbed your back and held your hand.

Tears that you tried to keep at bay rolled down your face. “Everything is ruined,” you sobbed. 

At a later time, once the reception was over and you were on your honeymoon, you’d look back and think it wasn’t a big deal, you had been overreacting. However, in the moment, doom overpowered your thoughts. In your panicked mind, all you could think about was how disappointed your guests, but especially Jacob, would be. You had promised them red velvet cake and they had to settle on generic vanilla cake. Your mind swirled with thoughts of the guests gossiping behind your back, speculating that perhaps the reason they got such a generic cake was because you two were broke. 

Of course, all of that wouldn’t matter when all was said and done. 

Jacob, the caring, loving and attentive man he was, pulled you in to his chest, hugging you tightly. “I’m sure whatever it is, it will turn out okay, we’ll figure it out,” his voice was soothing, as were the circles he was drawing on your back. He looked down at you and carefully wiped your tears, his touch tender. 

You shook your head, a stream of tears still rolling down your face, “No, the guests are going to gossip about us.” 

“What are they gonna say?” Jacob was struggling to hold back a laugh, not wanting to invalidate your feelings. 

“They’re gonna say we’re poor,” you sobbed. 

Jacob chuckled, caressing your cheek, “Babe,” he turned your face towards him, “hey, that doesn’t matter.” He gave your forehead a kiss before standing up and reaching his hand out to you. “Come on,” his smile was as soft as always. 

You stood and held his hand. 

“Do you know what does matter?” Jacob held your face between his hands. “What matters is that we’re married now. We’re gonna start a family and we’re gonna fill our house up with kids or cats or dogs or whatever you want, and if the guests do gossip about us, we’ll be too busy being happy and it won’t even bother us.” He wiped the remaining tears from your face and kissed your hands. “What happened with the cake?”

You sighed, taking his words in. He was right, but your jumbled emotions didn’t understand logic. “It’s ruined and instead of the red velvet cake we wanted, they’re going to bring us a generic vanilla cake.”

“Oh,” Jacob’s face fell slightly. The thing he had been looking forward to the most, after getting married to you, was the cake. He scratched his head, stressed about the situation. “Vanilla cake is still good,” he said, though it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself. “They will refund us though, right?”

You nodded. 

“Okay, well we can get red velvet cake on our honeymoon!” 

With a final kiss shared between you, you two headed to the main table to eat. 

The rest of the ceremony was just as you had dreamed of when you were a child. You had forgotten about the issue and all you could focus on was your husband—the way his hands held you close as you danced, the way his blue eyes shone, different colors being accentuated as the lighting danced with you, the way he looked at you like you were the only thing, only person, in existence. It was the perfect wedding, and you couldn’t have been more grateful for having met him all those years ago. 

Once the reception was over and everyone had gone home, you looked out into the ocean. 

Jacob appeared behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning his head on your shoulder. 

As far as you were concerned, it was the perfect ending to the night, the perfect end to a perfect wedding. 

You closed your eyes and breathed in the salty air. “I love you,” tenderly escaped your lips. 

“I love you too.”

#call of duty #call of duty black ops 3 #Jacob hendricks #bo3 fanfic #cod fanfic #cod bo3 fanfic #i really like jacob as a character! i'm not sure why people hate him tbh #he's an aries which is what battery's sign is so 😏