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kenmaspuddinghair

Reader stopping Simon from committing suicide Part 13 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

The guys were coming back right on time, yet for Simon it didn't feel nearly as long as it actually was. Yes of course he still missed them everyday, although he would never tell them that, but having you there and having things to actually fill his day made life go by faster. Simon had spent the whole time crocheting stuff for them, they each had a sweater and he was still working on a blanket for each of them. And honestly Simon was so excited to give them their gifts and show them how much he’s improved.

So you two have just been waiting on base for the heli with them to get back, Simons sitting next to you while crocheting so that he doesn't start panicking. As soon as you get word that the heli is approaching you and Simon head outside. In one hand Simon is holding their sweaters while his other hand is holding yours, squeezing occasionally. The other day Simon had opened up about getting immense anxiety towards the end of the guys missions, scared they won’t all come back. And Simon let out the biggest sigh once he saw all of them step out of the heli, you could see his whole body relax.

Soap was first off the heli, and you also saw him relax once he saw Simon. Immediately Soap wrapped his arms around Simon, Gaz came out and did the same. But Price went up to you first, he didn't say anything but you already knew what he was asking, you smiled, stepping back so he could see Simon, who was smiling widely while hugging the two sergeants. Price whispered a thank you while passing to give Simon a hug. Simon gave them their sweaters before sending them off to return their weapons and change out of their uniform. Once they left Simon turned to you and hugged you, whispering a soft thank you before kissing you.

When you all got home, all the guys were wearing their sweater while they told Simon about the mission, normally they wouldn't but you had told Simon it might be beneficial for his anxiety if he knew what they were doing, you also told Price discreetly to not mention the really harsh things, like close calls or mistakes during the mission, at least not at the beginning of Simon's healing, because that might only make him more anxious. But luckily, everything had gone smoothly on the mission, not even one mistake, which was rare in any military unit.

Then Simon told them about what he had been doing while they were gone, they were patient as he showed them everything he had crochet and what he was working on. Then he showed them his terrarium and Gaz absolutely did not want to touch any of his bugs, he would watch from the doorway, but Soap was super excited to get to hold some of his bugs. Simon was so excited to show off all his bugs, he told the guys their names and where he found them, Soap even joked that if he found a cool bug while on mission he would put it in his pocket to bring back, and Simon had to sadly tell him no, worried that the bug would likely get smushed before Soap even made it back. And way later that night when it was just Price and Simon, Simon showed him his journal, he didn't let Price read everything, but he wanted to show Price how he was working on himself, he was getting better. And as long as Price kept his promise, Simon would keep his.

(this is probably the last part, but I might write one in the future where Simon and reader have a small intimate wedding)

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criminalamnesia

COD masterlist! ☆彡

johnny ‘soap’ mactavish

—✩ even if it kills me (angst)

captain john price

—✩ intertwined (angst)

kyle ‘gaz’ garrick

—✩ johnny’s sister!roommate!reader (fluff)

simon ‘ghost’ riley

—✩ alive (angst)

—✩ timeless (fluff+angst)

—✩ traitor (angst)

part one / part two / part three / part four / part five / part six / part seven / part eight https://www.tumblr.com/criminalamnesia/762374448461512704/traitor-part-8

ALL PARTS CAN BE FOUND HERE here it is everyone :)) took me forever but it’s finally here! now I can disappear in peace lol. I’ll proofread

drabble one / drabble two (‘dreams’) / drabble three (‘revenge’) / drabble four (‘a gift’)

misc.

—✩ tolerate it (simon riley/john price)

part one / part two / part three v.1 / part three v.2

—✩ lover (johnny mactavish/kyle garrick)

—✩ mary on a cross (poly!141)

—✩ taking care of you on your period (unspecified character)

eeksburner

Hi girl :3 Would you mind writing a oneshot about Simon Riley x federal agent female reader? Reader was originally studying to become a detective in the academy and these two had known each other since they were kids, but they weren't exactly friends. Mostly because Ghost has always been distant, he still liked her though, just worried about corrupting her. Because Simon said some pretty hurtful things right before he was leaving for the military, they hadn't had proper contact in years.

During the time he was gone, reader had ended up in a sticky situation, seeing horrible things, and where she was forced to either work for the government or face the consequences. She ended up in intense special forces training and became a federal agent. All the trauma and the training beaten in to her had changed her behavior drastically. Last time Simon had seen her she was this idealistic, earnest, kindhearted and somewhat naive girl. So seeing a hardend, world-weary, calm under pressure, sarcastic woman made him concerned to say the least.

Reader dosent dismiss Ghost because of the things he said, it's her having this mindset: mission first, Simon later. I think Ghost would be more upset once he realizes that Shepherd was the one who made her like this, he trained her. She's still the same girl underneath, and Shepherd hates it because he sees it as a weakness.

Wilted Flower

Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!FederalAgent!Reader

(Thank you for requesting <3 There's a lot of content in this ask (which I love), but I tried my best to get it all in there :P I hope you like it! There are a couple of things I had to change a little bit for it to make the most/better sense both for the plot and for it to flow better in my brain. I am not very knowledgeable on detective/federal agent work/training so it's probably not accurate, sorry!)

TW: Slight OOC Simon, Non-canon events, traumatic experiences (being made to watch harm/violence be inflicted onto others, being tied up), Simon being rude, Minor cursing, Flashbacks, Y/N used a few times, ANGST

kurokothisskurokothatt

Dad!Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Mom!Reader

TW: poorly written smut, humping??

a/n: I saw a woman on tiktok post a video of her on one of those workout balls that are super huge and bouncy. She was recording and her husband was watching her, he said “Is that thing recording?” when she said yes, he replied “oh sorry im just staring at your ass”. And i immediately thoughts of simon.

It’s been 10 minutes of you bouncing on that ball, in Simon’s office. You were officially 27 weeks pregnant, stage 4. You were in your prime, clear skin and beautiful hair.

maybe-not-this

Bitter Secrets | Part 4 Next Steps

tf141 x jack russel shifter reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: discrimination, violence, descriptions of illness and injuries, death and violence on the basis of descrimination

Summary: you never planned to reveal your identity to your team, however being trapped in a safe house with them for over a week may not allow you to keep your secrets hidden for much longer

A/N: idk why but this chapter was such a slog to finish :/ hope y'all like it at least

Series Masterlist | main masterlist

Part 1 | Previous Part | Next Part coming soon...

It’s the cold that wakes you up, sharp like needles against your skin. You aren’t sure how long you’ve been asleep, at least for enough time to disorientate from your current situation. It takes a few moments for your head to catch back up, blinking slowly at your surroundings until it all clicks back into place, still in the cabin, still sick, still no solution.

The sound of the door slamming shut has you jolting in your seat, head snapping toward the noise only for your vision to flash white. A hand presses against your shoulder, holding you steady as Price's voice reaches your ears, “just Soap and Ghost getting back. Don’t move too fast, you’ve been out for a couple hours.”

You manage a small nod, carefully shifting on the couch to face toward where Soap and Ghost are unpacking some bags, squinting your eyes in order to cut out the glare from the overhead light. The captain gives the back of your neck a squeeze before stepping toward the two men, asking for the updates. Their words seem… hazy around the edges, like there’s something stopping the sound from reaching your ears properly. It takes all of your concentration to focus on what is being said, temples throbbing in disapproval.

“There’s a doc in town along with a motel and some basic shops. Managed to find some snow chains we can use on the humvee to get around safely but even so we are stuck here for a couple more days at least. The roads in the town have been cleared of the brunt of the snow now that the storm is subsiding, but the road out is currently blocked from an avalanche down the mountainside, we’ll need to wait till that’s cleared out before we can make a move,” Ghost gestures to a paper laid out on the table you can only assume is a map of the surrounding area.

Price hums before nodding his head toward where you’re sat on the couch, “you talk to the doctor about their symptoms.”

Ghost grunts in affirmation, “says to bring ‘em in asap, won’t be able to offer treatment without a proper assessment”

“Right well…” the captain glances around the room, drumming his fingers lightly on the top of the table before stepping back, “gather what we’ve got and get it in the truck. We’ll head to the doctor first and then see if there’s a suitable space for us at the motel, even with treatment, this shacks no place for a proper recovery.”

Gaz is slipping an arm around your waist before you can fully process the sudden movement, counting down from three before pulling you upright. You groan in discomfort, the pressure in your skull increasing tenfold, your eyes clenching shut instantly. Gaz murmurs a soft apology under his breath before beginning the slow walk toward the door, pausing every few steps when your legs falter.

As soon as he pushes the door open you begin to shiver, an uncontrollable vibration that weaves over your skin. The humvee seems all too far away, surrounded by starch white snow that your body wants to avoid at all costs. Never in your life have you made a noise quite like the one that slipped from your lips at the first step out into the snow. Low and pitiful, almost pained. If you were more alive, maybe you’d feel embarrassed, but the only thing you care about is getting somewhere warm as soon as possible.

The sensation in your feet is like needles, sharp pain that reaches its way up your legs, settling in your thighs, making each step harder and harder. Once you are sat in the vehicle, Gaz is quick to wrap a blanket over you, tucking it tightly around your limbs as one would for a small child. A moment later he is climbing in next to you, double checking that you seem secure before giving the captain a thumbs up through the window as Price, Soap and Ghost continue to load up the last of the gear.

The drive into the town takes a long time, the combination of Soap driving cautiously with the icy roads, as well as the severity of your chattering teeth, make for an uncomfortable ride. A part of you wishes Soap would drive at his normal highspeed, because even if the vehicle skids off the road into a ditch it will at least put an end to your suffering.

You squint out the window as the town comes into view, a small stretch of buildings each blanketing by the white powder. The sight makes your eyes ache, the lights along the street glaring upon the snow in a blinding yellow that burns into your corneas.

Soap finds a park easily, the street almost empty aside from a few cars scattered along it at random locations. Price is the one that opens your car door, helping you out after Gaz unbuckles you from the seat.

Ghost pushes open the door to the nearest building, holding it wide as Price helps you amble inside. Through your squinted eyes you can make out the word ‘Doctor’ painted atop the doorway, stomach flipping at the realisation.

Soap and Price sit you down in one of the waiting room chairs while Gaz and Ghost go to talk to the receptionist sat behind the large desk, talking quietly with the occasional gesture in your direction.

It seems only a few minutes later that, what you assume is the doctor, steps out of one of the offices attached to the waiting room and calls your name. Everything seems to hit you at once, the reality that you’ll have to explain what it is you are to some random stranger and hope it doesn’t result in your demise.

When Price and Soap attempt to guide you toward the room, intention clear that the team plans to join the appointment, your face is balking instantly. You start to shake their grips off, throat tightening.

“No I- I’ll talk to the doctor alone,” you attempt to step toward the doorway, only to have your knees buckle under you when the world flips on its head.

Price sighs in annoyance as he steadies you, “you can barely stand upright and you’re running a fever, it’s likely you are going to miss information or be unable to explain the situation properly. And if this is something contagious, we need to know immediately to get the rest of us tested; if the entire team got ill-”

“It’s not-” you cut him off, swallowing hard as spit begins to pool in your mouth rapidly, “not contagious.”

“Last I checked, you aren’t a doctor kid,” he attempts to lead you toward the assessment room, but with the little strength you have left, you dig your heels into the carpeted floor.

Price, fixes you with a sharp glare, opening his mouth to lecture you about making things harder than necessary, but you speak before he can, “I can’t have the team in there.”

He seems to ponder your request, eyes flicking back and forth between your own before letting out a slow huff through his nose, “... you aren’t going in alone, but I’ll compromise and let you pick who goes in with you if it makes you happier.”

You know that is the best offer you will get, and at this point you are out of other options. Now to decide, out of all of your team, who do you trust won’t kill you on the spot?

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Dividers by @pixopix

x-strwbrry

♡ simon ghost riley x female reader ♡ 18+

You don't know what it says about you that you fell head over heels in love with a man who was born in the same decade as the Walkman, but frankly, you don't care. The list of reasons you're utterly obsessed with Simon Riley is long, sordid, and gets you wet just thinking about it.

First, there's the age thing. The man is a fucking masterpiece of maturity. He’s not some fumbling boy trying to figure it out; he's a man who knows exactly what he wants and exactly how to get it. His mind is the sexiest thing about him, a razor-sharp, tactical whirlwind of strategy and dark humor that could keep you captivated in a conversation for hours. That brain of his you'd gladly let ruin your life, and you often do.

But then, there's the body. Christ, the body. It's a fucking temple to the concept of 'daddy', and you're its most devout worshipper. He's a wall of a man, with arms that could probably bench-press a small car and a chest that's a perfect canvas for your scratches. And his belly... God, his belly. It's not a washboard, and thank fuck for that. It's a soft, solid, warm plane of flesh that yields under your fingers when you dig in, a delicious contrast to the hard muscle everywhere else. It's a testament to his strength, and you want to press your entire body against it.

When he fucks you, it's the first thing you feel after his cock splits you open. That soft, warm weight of his stomach pressing down on you, squishing against your own belly, grounding you, claiming you. It's the most intimate sensation. Yet, for all his sheer mass, he is so incredibly careful with you. He bears his weight on his forearms just enough so he doesn't crush you, his massive hands framing your face with a gentleness that contrasts wildly with the brutal pace of his hips. He watches your eyes, tracking every hitch in your breath, constantly checking to make sure you're keeping up with him.

amaranthinespirit

simon riley accidentally stealing you from your boyfriend. cw: hints at cheating (mostly emotional)

you and your boyfriend had a great relationship. you've been together for years, and it was secure. he loved you, albeit more than you loved him. it was like a safety net, something you knew you could fall back on if you needed emotional stability.

but you weren't 100% compatible. don't get it wrong, you loved him—for the most part—but there was a little something to be desired in the bedroom. you couldn't understand why.

maybe it was because he was too careful, too nice, when he fucked you. it was slow and worship, and while you enjoyed vanilla sex, you wanted more. you craved more, but he had offhandedly mentioned before that anything crazier wasn't in his wheelhouse. therefore you were never fully satisfied.

you felt guilty, especially since having sex began to feel like a chore rather than a connection you craved, and you had a high drive that even he couldn't sate. you just needed more.

for the last couple of weeks, you've been dropping hints to your boyfriend about the possibility of a threesome—to add some spice to your life—with one of his friends. any of them would do, even if you had pictured a specific friends of his. saying stuff like along the lines of, "I wish I had two of you," or "imagine how fun it'd be with another you."

your boyfriend wasn't dumb. he knew what you were hinting at, and yeah, it was out there. he also knew how you looked at his friend whenever you two went to the pub for a drink with his friends. how you got flushed whenever his brooding friend looked your way, or when you grazed each other.

he thought if he invited simon into your shared bed, you'd scratch the itch that's been gnawing at you. a single night to get what you wanted, and everything would go back to normal.

but he underestimated just how well simon could satisfy you.

simon was the opposite of your boyfriend. all rough touch and calloused skin, with dirty words and hard thrusts that punched the breath from your lungs and tore tears out of your eyes.

his cock stretched around your drooling pussy, filling you in ways you'd never felt and hitting spots that had you mewling. his balls slapped your clit with the relentlessness of his hips, thighs slapping against him and turning red. his hands were wrapped around the entirety of your neck, using it as leverage to pull you back against him. it left you breathless and keening for more.

and your boyfriend watched helplessly. reduced to a naked cuck, he sat back on his knees in front of you, still hard and unsatisfied, while he watched his precious girlfriend get defiled in a way he's never even considered. he didn't think you'd be into hardcore sex—because this was hardcore to him.

hands around your neck, one leaving to slap your ass occasionally before finding its home on your throat again. strangled noises he's never heard you make before, moaning louder after every dirty word whispered to you. the rotation of positions, not stopping after one, two, three orgasms as he put you into a mating press, doggystyle, missionary, cowgirl, you name it.

simon didn't purposefully leave out your boyfriend. he fully expected him to be just as engaged in the threesome as he was. after all, your boyfriend suggested it to him, but it didn't go farther than sinking his half hard cock into your pussy while you choked on simon's dick.

this was a bad idea because it brought him to the realization that this is something that can't be fucked out. he liked safe and vanilla sex, and you wanted wild, energetic, and borderline toxic fucking.

because the weeks that followed—yes, your boyfriend didn't take it as a sign to break up—was a significant sign that the relationship had changed, and not for the better. after that night, you got simon's number and kept in touch, often spending most of your time exchanging messages or talking about if you could convince your boyfriend for another threesome

simon didn't mean to steal you from your boyfriend. he just enjoyed his time with the two of you—even if the man didn't do anything but watch you get fucked by his friend—and wanted to do it again, especially since you enjoyed it. but when you showed up at simon's place with tears down your face, you wouldn't end up leaving.

godmadeaterribleerror

give me fever

✦Bucky Masterlist - Main Masterlist - Read on aO3!✦

✦summary: you and Bucky hate each other, so it's not unusual for him to act cold around you. but this is differant. this is... feral. and you're starting to wonder what's wrong✦

✦warnings/tags: bucky barnes x female!reader, enemies to lovers, ragebating Bucky Barnes, emotional angst, everyone's bad at feelings, fluff, sex pollen, sex pollen level smut, a little plot for the porn (dry humping, manhandling, bucky's feral, emotional sex, dry orgasm, truly foul dirty talk, hyperspermia, pussy eating like crazy, fingering, dumbification, dirty talk, sensitive reader, finger sucking, bucky gets nasty, body worship, overstimulation, sex pollen stamnia, mean!bucky, oral f!recieving, begging, praise kink, monster dick bucky, he fucks like a machine, breeding kink), no use of y/n, no descrption of reader✦

✦wc: 11.1k✦

✦Author's Note: i'm so normal about sex pollen✦

It doesn’t bother you. If you tell yourself enough, you’re really going to believe that it doesn’t bother you.

But he’s everywhere.

There isn’t a corner of the damn building without Bucky Barnes. You go to the kitchen and he’s there making a sandwich, watching you move around the counter like he thinks you’re going to bite him. In the gym he’s at the weights and the punching bags, and you try to ignore him but he grunts and moans and you think he’s doing it on purpose. the living area he takes over the TV and watches whatever he wants to catch up with the times. No matter how politely you ask him to switch to something else, he always tells you to just wait. Then you try, but he’s spread out on the couch until your knees have to bump, and your face gets all hot, and you have to stomp away before you start acting on all your stupid thoughts.

Because it’s not just Bucky’s eternal presence and stubbornness and smirking that burrows under your skin. It’s that you like it.

That when you’re next to him on the couch, all you can think about is that place where your body’s connect. He’s warm. Tall and warm. Your skin tingles at the contact point, and whenever he shifts it’s like you’re being shot up with a drug.

kenmaspuddinghair

Simon getting taken in by southern reader Part 30 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29

Your niece practically begged to ride in the car with you and Simon, and your sister agreed saying “it’s fine, I have so much to think about” which just meant she was definitely going to bombard you guys with questions once you were sitting down for lunch. On the ride your niece kept asking questions, and Simon answered them all with patience “are you going to get married there?” Simon smiled at you before answering “yes” your niece looked a little confused for a moment before asking “do I have to keep it a secret?” Simon paused for a moment, an odd question “well, no” he didn't sound confident, he knew your family could be a little prying and judgmental, but at the same time it was important that people knew you two were serious. Your niece, oblivious to Simon's uncertainty, abruptly changed topics and asked “Mr Simon, can I paint your nails for the wedding?” Simon couldn't help but laugh before saying “maybe” which was enough of an answer for her.

When you guys got to the small restaurant, your sister was already outside her car with notebook going over things. Your niece walked in while holding Simon's hand and insisted on sitting in front of Simon so he could help her with the puzzles. She would've preferred the seat next to him but she thought she should leave that for you. And as soon as orders were placed your sister was ready to talk business.

“You two do know there is so much to do, and in only a little time” you and Simon nodded, your sister flipped open her notebook “first thing we need to figure out is who all is coming, we can't do much else unless we know how many you're inviting. The manager said they usually only allow 100 guests, but that because you two had already had an event with them, your engagement, they could be flexible. So 50 to 75 people each. Mom will probably want to meet your parents before the event though” she was rambling, “uhm about that” she paused looking up at you confused, you turned to Simon, letting him deliver the news “my family’s dead” it was blunt but it felt sincere, maybe cause Simon’s actual family was also dead, well his biological family at least.

Your sister was shocked, “I'm so sorry, I had no clue” Simon just waved his hand “it's fine, really. Happened years ago when I was younger. We can just focus on your family” that was Simon's subtle way of shifting the conversations back to the wedding, you grabbed his hand while your sister continued, even though you knew it was fake it still felt like the right thing to do. “Uhm yeah. Well you'll need to choose who you want there, like as soon as possible” Simon looked at you a little confused, it shouldn't be that hard right? You just gave him a small look of pity before turning back to your sister, he would find out soon enough.

“There’s so much to do” your sister kept mumbling "engagement photos, save the dates, the actual invitations. Catering, plus the cake. Color scheme and design concepts, the dress, a stylists. Dj, photographer, florist, and so much more, oh lord” all three of you kinda just stared at her, she was still so deep in planning she had barely touched her food. “If it's too much, you don't have to do it” you said softly, her head snapped up “no, no I love this, I want to do it, even if it's a lot” she finally put the notebook down and whispered “we have time” before starting to eat.

(little note, I might try to make a family tree for reader so things don't get too confusing)

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gazsdiary

BY ANY OTHER NAME

Chapter 5: Access denied

Summary: After weeks of distance, old bonds begin to mend, but the deeper Task Force 141 digs into your life, the more impossible it becomes to separate truth from secrets.

Pairings: Poly!Tf141 x Reader

Words: 6.5k

Previous / Next / Masterlist

sheepispink

A Rookie and Her Lieutenant Masterlist

Reader is a lower ranking soldier, who unfortunately gets placed in the same room as the deadly Ghost after an unfortunate fire. Chaos ensue.

pairings: Female!reader x Lt Ghost, implied that reader has a crush on Soap

Notes: You can read in any order though I’d recommend at least reading ch1 first, platonic or romantic, up to you :)

୨✧୧ Odd habits Reader is a lower-ranking soldier who, after an unfortunate fire, is forced to share rooms with Lieutenant Ghost of all people. Unfortunately for reader, they’re only coping mechanism is balling their eyes out every night and Ghost has a keener eye than most. (lfluff, humour, protective ghost, )

୨✧୧ Gummy Bears Your friends dont believe that your roommate is Simon Riley himself, the ghost. So, they force you to go over to the lieutenant and ask a stupid question. That is until you realise his sergeant is also there too. (Soap Mactavish, teasing)

dirtylittlediary

property of frank - frank castle

pairing : frank castle x f!reader

summary : do you like my new panties ?

word count : 7.3 k

warnings : smut, p in v, feral!frank, possessive!frank, unprotected sex, established relationship, MDNI, praise kink, size difference/kink and idk if im missing anything

a/n : not proofread !! based on this rq (jack abbot fic and other frank fic coming soon i promise)

laceyluvver

Yes, Professor Reid?

summary: Spencer doesn't like you. He had a reputation for not liking new agents on the team. Months in, he still hadn't warmed up. When Hotch wants you to go undercover as teacher and student, things finally reach a boiling point.

wc: 10k

warnings: MDNI, F!reader, PWbadPlot, PIV, WRAP IT!!, light dom!spencer, teasing, fingering, they fuck it out, open ending (part two?), no Y/N! not edited, writer is lazy!!

Being the new agent on the team was difficult. The BAU were a fully formed unit, they knew each other like the back of their hands. They moved through the field like a well oiled machine.

But you were finally settling in, the team had started to trust you to do things on your own. JJ finally let you talk to the family of a victim alone, Morgan let you tackle an unsub, Emily stopped checking over your paperwork and Hotch allowed you to lead an interrogation.

But you were still surprised when Hotch called you into his office the second you stepped foot in the bullpen.

"You asked for me?" You close the door softly behind you, mind racing of any possible mistake you could have made. Did you make a mistake on the last case? Did you file your paperwork wrong?

"Yes, please sit." He gestured to the chair opposite his desk and you slowly lowered yourself into it. "We have another case." His eyes dart down to his watch.

The nerves got the better of you and you blurted out. "Are you firing me?"

"What? No." He paused, "We need you to go undercover for the case, I was checking in with you. We can find another way to go about it."

You held your chin up. "What's the case?"

fashionteahouse

the other woman - jacob black x reader

taglist: taglist: @capswife @haunted-haven @zoeisdreaming6 @fimmisstuff @xoxo-aubs @indxi-00 @crazii-chibi @crying-in-fangirl

the other woman part 1

the other woman part 2

the other woman part 3

the other woman part 4

the other woman part 5

Your jaw was slack as you couldn’t stop staring. It was like a spell. Who would’ve thought such simple gestures could captivate your attention.

But, it was just because it was Jacob.

You chewed slowly as you watch him dip piping hot cookies into a glass of milk without blowing the cookie to cool. The roof of your mouth was even burning just by looking at him.

“What?”

“Eat your cookie before I eat it.” he says.

You look down and realized it looks like you barely took a bite. You take a large one just for him.

kylimarz

The Other Sister Jacob Black x OC Pt9

(Twilight what I would wear if i were Bella's older sister)

Jacob x OC fic based on the tiktok trend from a little bit ago where you make outfits and write a little blurb on that outfit. We're going to speed run the first movie and then go on to the second one so we can move onto him as a wolf. Bella and Jacob are 18 in their senior year of high school in the bulk of this story and OC is 20 because of being held back as a kid for plot reasons.

OK GUYS I'm reformating to fit more words ALSO I know some people don't want Bella to be the enemy but some stuff that is important to plot kind of makes her out to be so she needs to be the bad guy for a bit. They'll repair their relationship but they aren't gonna get along for a bit. Sorry hehe. I feel like I might be losing some of you but please stick around for at least this one.

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~Word count: ~6.8k

~Warnings: (CANON DIVERGENCE,) jealousy, emotional angst, feeling replaced, loneliness, complicated sibling relationships, unresolved tension, abandonment issues, unrequited feelings undertones, Bella Swan & OC becoming close, jacob black being emotionally constipated, hurt/no comfort

~Description: Being Bella Swan’s older sister was never supposed to change anything. Not with Charlie. Not with school. And definitely not with Jacob Black. But suddenly, Bella is everywhere. In the halls at school. In Charlie’s life. In Jacob’s conversations. And no matter how hard you try to pretend it doesn’t bother you, you can feel things shifting underneath your feet. Jacob starts keeping secrets. Bella starts falling in love. And you start realizing that maybe the worst kind of heartbreak isn't losing someone completely. Maybe it's standing right beside them while they slowly choose someone else. Or maybe you're just dramatic. Probably both.

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The drive to the Cullen house is tense.

Not because anyone is talking. Because nobody is. Jacob drives. I sit beside him. Sam follows behind us. The closer we get, the tighter the knot in my stomach becomes.

Nobody will tell me what's happening. Not really. I got enough to know Bella sounded terrified on the phone. Enough to know Jacob went from teasing me to looking like the world was ending in less than thirty seconds. And enough to know that whatever is waiting for us at the Cullen house is bad. Very bad.

When we pull up, everyone is already there. Carlisle. Esme. Alice. Jasper. Rosalie. Emmett. Edward. Bella.

The second we walk inside I realize I'm missing information. A lot of information. Everyone looks serious. The room feels heavy. Like we've walked into the middle of a conversation that's already been happening for hours.

Sam folds his arms.

"What do you know?"

Carlisle steps forward. His voice is calm. Professional. But even he looks concerned.

"Seattle."

Immediately I groan.

"Oh good."

Nobody acknowledges me. Carlisle continues.

"There have been a series of unusual disappearances."

My stomach drops. Edward catches my expression. I immediately look away. Carlisle keeps talking.

"At first it appeared random."

"But it isn't."

A pause.

"It's a newborn army."

The room goes silent. I blink.

"A what?"

Nobody answers me. Which is becoming a theme. Edward finally speaks.

"Someone is creating newborn vampires."

Now I blink harder. Because somehow every answer creates three more questions.

"A whole army?"

"Yes."

The answer comes from Jasper. And somehow that's worse. Because Jasper looks genuinely worried.

"They're stronger than mature vampires."

"Faster."

"Harder to control."

His expression darkens.

"And very dangerous."

I stare at Bella. Bella stares at the floor. Apparently everyone else already knows this. Fantastic. Love being the last person informed. Again. Jasper moves toward a map spread across the table.

"They're moving with purpose."

"Toward Forks."

My chest tightens.

Toward Forks. Toward people. Toward Charlie. Toward the tribe. Toward everyone.

Then Edward says the name.

"Victoria."

The room immediately grows colder.nEven I know who Victoria is. The red-haired vampire. The one who has spent months trying to kill Bella. The one who keeps refusing to stay dead. Bella stiffens beside him. Edward's hand immediately reaches for hers.

"Victoria is building the army."

His voice is sharp. Focused.

"She's coming for Bella."

The words hang in the air. Nobody speaks. Finally Sam breaks the silence.

"So this is your problem."

Edward's jaw tightens.

"No."

Carlisle answers before he can.

"This is everyone's problem."

Sam doesn't look convinced. Carlisle gestures toward the map.

"If Victoria succeeds..."

His expression hardens.

"Humans will die."

The room grows quiet again.

Because that's the thing. Bella isn't the only target anymore. This isn't some vampire love triangle disaster. This isn't just Cullen business. This isn't just wolf business. This is everybody's problem. Every human in Forks. Every family. Every kid. Every person walking around completely unaware that vampires are apparently building armies in Seattle.

I stand there staring. Trying to process the fact that nobody bothered mentioning any of this to me before today. A newborn army. Victoria. Mass disappearances. Potential human casualties.

Cool.

Cool cool cool.

Sam exchanges a look with Jacob. Then with the Cullens.

"What exactly are you asking?"

Jasper steps forward. The room seems to shift around him. Like this is the part he's been waiting for.

"We need numbers."

His eyes move toward the wolves.

"Newborns are unpredictable."

"They've never fought shape-shifters before."

A small smile appears.

"The shock value alone would work in our favor."

Emmett grins.

"Now that's my kind of strategy."

Rosalie rolls her eyes. Jasper ignores both of them.

"We stand a much better chance together."

Sam is quiet. Thinking. Calculating. Everyone waits. Even Edward. Even Carlisle.

Then Jacob moves. His hand finds mine. Warm. Familiar. Effortless. Like he always is. His fingers lace through mine. Holding tight. Grounding me. I look up. His eyes immediately find mine. And just like that the panic eases.

Just a little.

He smiles. Small. Gentle. Only for me.

Then he looks back toward Sam.

"He's right."

Everyone turns toward him. Jacob squeezes my hand once.

"We need to help."

Sam raises an eyebrow. Jacob doesn't back down.

"Victoria isn't going to stop."

"Not with Bella."

"Not with the Cullens."

"Not with any of us."

He glances toward me. Then toward the windows. Toward the town beyond them. Toward Forks.

"Our families live here."

The room goes quiet. Because that's the real argument. Not Bella. Not vampires. Not treaties. Family. Protecting home. Protecting people. Sam exhales slowly. Then finally nods.

"We'll do it."

The tension in the room shifts. Not gone. But lighter. Like everyone can breathe again. Beside me, Jacob squeezes my hand one more time. His thumb brushes across my knuckles. A tiny movement. All I can focus on is the warmth of his hand in mine. And the gentle smile he gives me when he catches me looking.

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Here I stand. Watching a bunch of wolves train with a bunch of vampires. Which feels like a sentence that shouldn't exist. Yet somehow this is my life now.

The clearing is filled with movement. Jasper is directing everyone like some terrifying military commander. The wolves phase in and out as they practice formations. Emmett seems to be enjoying the possibility of violence far more than any sane person should. Alice is sitting on a rock looking entirely too pleased with herself. Rosalie looks annoyed. Edward looks tense. Bella looks worried.

And me?

I'm standing awkwardly off to the side in workout clothes. Feeling incredibly human. Because what exactly am I supposed to do here? A supernatural battle is coming. An actual battle. Vampires. Werewolves. A newborn army.

I've been standing here for almost an hour. Watching. Listening. Trying not to feel completely useless. My eyes drift across the clearing. Immediately finding Jacob.

Of course.

He moves differently than everyone else. Confident. Effortless. Like every motion is instinct. He's shirtless. Which honestly should be illegal. Sweat glistens across his shoulders as he works through another training exercise with Jasper.

His muscles shift beneath sun-browned skin. Fast. Precise. Elegant.

The word surprises me. Elegant. But that's exactly what it is.

Jacob isn't graceful the way Edward is. Or controlled the way Jasper is. There's something wild about him. Something powerful. Every movement feels alive.

I completely forget what I was thinking about. Or breathing. Apparently. Because suddenly my lungs remember they exist. I straighten. Before I can talk myself out of it.

"Jacob!"

The sound leaves my mouth before my brain can stop it. His head immediately snaps toward me. Immediately. Like he would stop everything and search for my voice anywhere.

A grin spreads across his face and he excuses himself from whatever Jasper was trying to teach him and jogs over. Sweaty. Shirtless. Smiling.

Fantastic.

Exactly what my heart needed.

"What?"

I cross my arms. Trying very hard to look serious. Failing.

"You should teach me how to fight."

His grin disappears.

"No."

I blink.

"Excuse me?"

"No."

I groan dramatically.

"Just in case."

"There is no just in case."

"There literally is."

"No."

I step closer. Close enough to feel the heat radiating off his skin. Close enough to smell cedar and sunshine and Jacob. His eyes immediately drop to me. Dangerous. Very dangerous.

"Don't you want me to be safe?"

What I mean is teach me. What I really mean is pay attention to me. What I really really mean is I like standing this close to you. What I really really really mean is I like touching you.

Jacob exhales. Long suffering. Defeated.

"Fine."

Victory.

"But."

I immediately narrow my eyes. There's always a but.

"You're not getting anywhere near the fight."

I open my mouth.

"What why."

He points at me.

"You are staying as far away from this thing as humanly possible."

I roll my eyes. He continues anyway.

"You are not fighting vampires."

"I know."

"You are not helping fight vampires."

"I know."

"You are not throwing things at vampires."

"I wasn't planning to."

"You looked like you were planning to."

I was...A little. Jacob sighs. Then gestures toward the clearing.

"Come here."

For the next several minutes he walks me through basic self-defense. How to break someone's grip. How to shift my weight. How to redirect momentum. How to escape if someone grabs my wrist.

"If somebody bigger than you grabs you," he explains, gently positioning my arms, "your best chance is getting out of the hold."

I nod. Listening carefully.

"Because you're just a human."

The words hit harder than they should. Just a human. I know he doesn't mean anything by it. Still I can't help but wince. His expression softens immediately. Of course he noticed. Jacob notices everything when it comes to me.

"Ky."

"I'm fine."

He doesn't look convinced. But he lets it go. For now. We practice. Again. And again. And again. At first I'm terrible. Then I start getting it. I guess I start getting a little too confident. After successfully escaping his grip three times in a row I grin triumphantly.

"See?"

Jacob raises an eyebrow.

"Oh?"

"I'm basically a professional."

"A professional."

"Yep."

His grin returns. Dangerous. Mischievous. The kind that usually means trouble. Before I can react, his arm wraps around my waist. The world tilts. And suddenly I'm flat on my back. The breath leaves my lungs in a startled laugh.

"Jacob!"

His laughter follows immediately. Rich. Warm. Victorious. He's above me. Partially. Clearly supporting most of his weight with one arm so he doesn't crush me. The grass beneath us is cool. The afternoon sun filters through the trees overhead. And Jacob is grinning down at me like he's just won something.

"Professional?"

I scowl. Or try to. It's difficult when he's smiling like that.

"You cheated."

"That wasn't cheating."

"That was absolutely cheating."

"You got distracted."

"By who?"

His grin somehow widens. I hate him. I really do. For a moment neither of us moves. Neither of us seems particularly interested in moving. Then his hand reaches toward my hair.

I freeze.

He carefully pulls out a blade of grass tangled in the strands. Holding it up between his fingers.

"Found this."

I stare. He chuckles. Then flicks it away. The smile never leaves his face. And neither do his eyes leave mine. Something shifts. His hand slows. Lingering near my face. For a second I think he's going to pull away. Instead his fingers brush against my hair.

Then my cheek. Then settle there. Like touching me is the most natural thing in the world. The clearing around us fades away. The wolves. The vampires. The training. The war. All of it. Gone.

It's just Jacob.

His hand against my face. His dark eyes fixed on mine. His smile softer now. Less teasing. More something else. Something that makes my chest ache. I don't know how long we stay like that.

Seconds. Maybe longer.

All I know is one thought keeps repeating itself over and over. I want this forever. Not the war. Not the fear. Not the uncertainty.

Just this.

Jacob smiling. Jacob laughing. Jacob looking at me like I'm the only thing in the world worth paying attention to. If I could, I think I'd spend the rest of my life finding ways to make him smile like this.

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Bella and I still aren't on great terms. Not even close. Most days we're barely speaking unless we absolutely have to. The fight at her graduation party still sits between us like a wall neither of us knows how to climb over. But right now? For once? We agree on something.

Absolutely not. There is no universe where either of us is staying behind. Apparently every important conversation in Forks eventually ends up happening in the middle of the forest. Neither boy looks remotely happy. Which honestly makes me feel a little better.

If I'm miserable, everyone should be miserable.

"You're staying out of it."

Jacob crosses his arms.

"No."

"I wasn't asking."

"Good thing I wasn't answering."

His jaw tightens. Bella snorts. Edward immediately shoots her a look.

"You're both being ridiculous."

Bella points at him.

"Ridiculous is expecting us to sit at home while a vampire army attacks."

Edward opens his mouth. Jacob talks over him.

"No one is attacking you if you're nowhere near the fight."

"No one is attacking me?" Bella repeats. "Victoria is literally building an army because of me."

The argument immediately explodes again. Everyone starts talking at once. Edward arguing. Bella arguing louder. Jacob arguing. Me arguing because if Bella and my best friend are doing something stupid I refuse to let them do it alone.

Voices bounce around the clearing. Nobody is listening. Nobody is backing down. It's chaos. Complete chaos.

"I am not staying behind."

"You don't understand how dangerous this is."

"We understand perfectly."

"No, you don't."

"Jacob, I swear to God-"

"Ky."

"No."

Bella throws her hands into the air.

"For once can everyone stop talking?"

Miraculously. Everyone does. Bella looks far too pleased with herself. Then her eyes narrow slightly. The expression means she's thinking. Which immediately makes me nervous. Because Bella's ideas tend to create problems. Large problems. Potentially life-threatening problems.

"I have an idea."

Edward groans. Which is honestly fair. Bella ignores him.

"If Victoria wants me so badly..."

"No."

Edward says it immediately. Bella keeps going anyway.

"We use that."

"No."

Edward sounds even more horrified. Bella points toward the trees.

"We lure them somewhere specific."

Jacob's eyebrows pull together. Bella continues.

"If they're following my scent, then we already know where they're going."

The clearing grows quieter. Even Edward stops interrupting. Because unfortunately it's not a terrible idea.

"We pick the battlefield."

Bella folds her arms.

"We make them come where we want them."

Jacob exchanges a look with Edward. The fact that neither of them immediately rejects it tells me everything. They're considering it. Which means I immediately have my own problem. Because if Bella and Jacob are involved? Then I'm involved.

"Nope."

Everyone turns toward me.

I point at Bella.

"If she's doing it, I'm doing it."

Jacob looks like he already regrets this conversation.

"Ky-"

"No."

I point harder.

"Absolutely not."

"You're not part of this."

I laugh.

A single humorless laugh.

"She's my sister and you're my best friend. I'm entwined in this more than Edward"

Bella raises an eyebrow. I ignore her.

"She's still incredibly annoying."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Then I look back at Jacob.

"But if you're putting yourselves in danger, I'm not leaving you alone."

Bella looks suspiciously touched by that. I choose not to acknowledge it. Jacob rubs his face.

"That's not how this works."

"Actually," I say, "I think it is."

"It isn't."

"It is."

"It isn't."

"It is."

Jacob closes his eyes. The same way Charlie does when he's trying not to lose his patience. It's weirdly adorable. Unfortunately for him, I'm still right. Then another thought clicks into place.

I straighten.

"Oh."

Jacob immediately looks concerned.

"What?"

I point between him and Bella. Then between him and me. Then at Edward.

"I have an even better argument."

"No."

"You don't even know what it is."

"If you're smiling like that, it's a bad sign."

I ignore him.

"Your scent covers ours."

The clearing goes quiet. Jacob blinks. Edward blinks. Bella blinks. I smile triumphantly.

"If Bella and I stay with Jacob, Victoria's army can't track us properly."

Jacob's expression shifts. Unfortunately. Because now he's thinking about it. Which means I'm making sense. And we both know it. I immediately press my advantage.

"We'd actually be safer together."

Edward opens his mouth. I keep talking.

"Jacob covers our scent."

I point toward Bella.

"She lures them where we want them."

Then I point at myself.

"And I'm not letting either of you do it alone."

Bella nods immediately.

"Exactly."

Edward looks betrayed. Jacob looks exhausted. Good. They should be. I've been exhausted for weeks.

"We stay with Jacob."

Bella continues.

"The newborns follow the trail."

I cross my arms.

"Then after that you can hide us somewhere."

Jacob studies me. Really studies me. Like he's trying to find the flaw. The problem. The reason to say no. Unfortunately for him. I'm brilliant. Eventually he looks toward Edward. Edward looks equally unhappy. Bella and I share a look. A rare moment of complete agreement. The boys know they're losing.

Jacob groans first. A long suffering sound. The sound of a man realizing his life is controlled by stubborn women. Edward follows a second later.

"Fine."

Bella immediately smiles. Jacob points at both of us.

"No celebrating."

Naturally Bella and I celebrate immediately.

"We are not changing the plan."

Neither of us listens.

"You are staying exactly where we tell you."

Still not listening.

"You are not leaving."

Definitely not listening. Jacob glares at me. I grin back. His glare lasts approximately three seconds before he looks away. Because he knows it's hopeless.

Finally Edward sighs. The kind of sigh that sounds physically painful.

"We'll take you somewhere safe after the trail is laid."

Bella nods. I nod. The boys look deeply unconvinced by our agreement. Which is fair. I wouldn't trust us either. Jacob steps closer. Close enough that only I can hear him.

"You are going to stay where I put you."

I smile sweetly.

"Probably."

His eyes narrow.

"Ky."

"I'm agreeing."

"That wasn't agreement."

"It was agreement-adjacent."

Jacob drops his head into his hands. And honestly? Watching him suffer through caring about me is becoming one of my favorite hobbies.

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Now we're standing in Charlie's living room pretending we're going camping. Which would probably be more believable if every single person involved didn't look like they were preparing for battle.

Charlie watches from the couch as Bella shoves things into a backpack. His expression is confused. Suspicious. Tired. Honestly, that's become his default expression lately.

"You girls know it's supposed to rain, right?"

"It's Washington," Bella says.

Charlie nods.

"Fair."

I zip up my duffel. Jacob leans against the doorway watching me. Watching me the way he always does. Like he's making sure I haven't somehow wandered into traffic while packing.

Bella moves toward the kitchen to grab something she'd forgotten. Alice immediately appears beside her. Because apparently Alice doesn't walk. She materializes.

I glance up just in time to see her lean close to Bella. Far too close. A grin spreading across her face.

"You'll have the whole house alone."

She wiggles her eyebrows. Then winks. A full body shudder runs through me.

"Oh my God."

Bella immediately turns red.

Alice starts laughing. I point at both of them.

"No."

Alice laughs harder. I hold up both hands.

"I don't want to know."

"Nobody was telling you."

"You were absolutely telling me."

Bella looks horrified. Alice looks delighted. Which somehow makes it worse. I physically recoil.

"Please never say those words again."

Alice grins. Bella looks like she wants the floor to swallow her whole. Charlie glances over from the couch.

"What?"

"Nothing."

Three voices answer at once. Charlie's eyes narrow. He wisely decides not to ask.

Jacob is trying very hard not to laugh. Which is honestly offensive.

"You're enjoying this."

"A little."

"Traitor."

His grin widens. A few minutes later everyone starts moving outside. Cars. Backpacks. Supplies. The whole fake camping trip.

I sling my duffel over my shoulder. It immediately disappears. I blink. Jacob is standing there holding it. Along with my other bag. And somehow my sleeping bag.

"When did you even..."

He shrugs. Like carrying half my belongings is completely normal. Which honestly it is.

"Got it."

"I could carry those."

"I know."

He keeps walking. Not slowing down. Not giving them back. I follow anyway. Because arguing would require effort.

Outside the trucks and cars are lined up in the driveway. Bella immediately heads toward Edward. I immediately head toward Jacob.

A decision that requires approximately zero thought. Jacob tosses my bags into the back of his truck. Then reaches for the passenger door. Opening it before I can. I stare at him. He stares back.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"You're staring."

"I'm appreciating your commitment to chivalry."

He rolls his eyes. I climb inside. The truck rumbles to life a moment later. The second we pull away from Charlie's house my entire body relaxes. Because unlike Bella. Unlike Edward. Unlike whatever weird honeymoon camping trip Alice seems convinced is happening. Jacob and I already made our own plans.

Well.

I made the plans. Jacob listened. Which is basically the same thing. There is absolutely no universe where I'm staying anywhere near the Cullen house.

The trees blur past outside.

Jacob keeps one hand on the wheel.

The other resting casually near the gear shift.

Comfortable.

Relaxed.

Familiar.

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The plan worked. Which honestly feels suspicious. Nothing ever works this well. Especially not plans involving vampires. And yet somehow here we are. Hidden away in the mountains. Safe. Allegedly.

I would like to formally challenge the definition of the word safe. Because I am freezing my ass off. The wind howls outside the tent. Rain pounds against the canvas. Every now and then hail joins in just to make my life worse.

The entire mountain feels determined to kill me personally.Bella and I are buried beneath sleeping bags. Curled together like two dying Victorian children trying to survive a snowstorm. Neither of us is winning. I can barely feel my toes. Or my fingers. Or my face.

I don't know if I'm still blinking. I glance toward Edward. Immediately narrowing my eyes. He's sitting in the corner of the tent.

Perfectly comfortable. Perfectly dry. Perfectly annoying. I swear the fact that he's cold makes the entire tent colder. It's like having a living ice sculpture shoved into the corner. Bella follows my gaze.

"I know."

"Right?"

"He somehow makes it worse."

Edward sighs.

"I can hear both of you."

"Good."

"You do."

I point accusingly.

"I think you're lowering the temperature."

"That's not how thermodynamics works."

"Sounds fake."

Bella snorts. Edward closes his eyes. Clearly questioning every decision that led him here. Good. I hope he's miserable.

Another gust of wind rattles the tent. I shiver so hard my teeth clack together. Bella shivers beside me. We're practically glued together at this point trying to share what little body heat we have left. It's not enough. Not even close.

The tent flap suddenly opens. Cold air rushes inside. Then Jacob ducks through. Instantly making everything better. Not warmer. Just better.

His dark eyes immediately sweep across the tent. Landing on me first. Then Bella. His expression tightens.

"Jesus."

"We're dying."

Bella nods.

"We're definitely dying."

Jacob crouches beside us. Concern written across his face.

"It's that cold in here?"

I stick my head farther into my sleeping bag.

"I'm seeing the light."

"Ky."

"I'm serious."

His eyebrows pull together.

"Give me your hand."

I stare at him.

"That feels like a trap."

"Your hand."

Reluctantly I pull one arm from the sleeping bag. Instant regret. The cold bites instantly. Painfully. I make a noise somewhere between a gasp and a whine.

"Oh my God."

Jacob reaches forward. The second my fingers touch his hand he flinches. Actually flinches. His eyes widen.

"Ky."

"Told you."

"You're freezing."

"I am aware."

His hand immediately closes around mine. Warm. So warm. I nearly cry.

Bella looks equally jealous.

Jacob shakes his head.

"This is ridiculous."

His gaze moves between both of us. Then back to me.

"I can help."

I don't even let him finish. Immediately I pull my sleeping bag open. Just enough room.

"Get in."

Jacob blinks.

I wiggle the opening wider.

"Jacob."

Bella nods enthusiastically.

"Please."

For once. My sister and I are completely united. Jacob rubs the back of his neck. Looking vaguely embarrassed. Which is adorable. Unfortunately for him we're both freezing to death.

"No shame."

I point at the sleeping bag.

"Get in."

His eyes flick toward Edward.

Edward suddenly looks very interested in the tent wall. Suspicious. Very suspicious. Then I remember.

Oh. Right.

Mind reader.

A slow smile spreads across my face. Pure evil. Edward immediately groans.

"Oh no."

I grin wider. I look directly at him.

You suck. Edward pinches the bridge of his nose. I hope you know that. His shoulders tense. Bella looks between us. Confused. You are literally an ice cube. Edward drops his head back against the tent wall. I hope Jacob steals your girlfriend I'll let him just to spite you. Bella chokes.

"What just happened?"

Edward closes his eyes.

"Nothing."

I beam.

"Suck it."

Edward looks moments away from throwing himself off the mountain. Worth it. Absolutely worth it. Jacob is trying not to laugh now. I think he might have figured it out. Which means I win. A moment later he finally squeezes himself into my sleeping bag. The second he settles beside me I almost melt.

"Oh."

The noise escapes before I can stop it. Jacob laughs softly. Better. So much better. It's like somebody shoved a personal heater beside me. A very large. Very warm. Very attractive heater.

If Bella and Edward aren't here...We could do this wayyy more effeciently. My brain can't help but cycle through all the ways Jacob and I could get warm. His bare skin against mine radiating heat.

Edward loudly coughs ruining my fun. Ugh.

Jacob's arm settles around me automatically. Instinctively. Like there's nowhere else it belongs. The warmth spreads through my entire body. Chasing away the cold. Chasing away the tension. Chasing away the fear.

Across from us Bella finally settles into her own sleeping bag curled beside Jacob's other side. Practically spooning him through several layers of fabric.

Honestly?

It's kind of hilarious. Jacob is literally heating both Swan sisters. The ultimate multitasking achievement. Outside the storm continues raging.

Inside the tent everything grows quieter. Bella relaxes first. The tension leaving her shoulders. Her breathing evening out. A few minutes later she's asleep. Finally warm. Finally comfortable.

Edward watches her with that weird lovestruck expression he always gets. I choose not to comment. Mostly because I'm exhausted.

My head settles against Jacob's chest. Listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Strong. Consistent. Alive.

The thought makes my chest ache. Because tomorrow he's going to fight. Tomorrow all of them are. And suddenly the fear comes rushing back. I curl closer without realizing it. My fingers bunching in his shirt.

"Jacob?"

His arm tightens around me immediately.

"Yeah?"

My eyes sting.

I hate it. I hate how scared I am. I hate that I can't protect him. I hate that tomorrow exists.

"Promise me you'll be okay."

The words come out barely above a whisper. His expression softens instantly. Completely. His forehead rests lightly against mine. And for a second the rest of the world disappears.

Just us.

Just Jacob.

Just the warmth surrounding me.

"I'll do anything to keep you safe."

My throat tightens.

Because that's not what I asked.

I nod anyway. Unable to trust my voice.

Jacob brushes his thumb across my arm. Slow. The storm keeps raging outside. The wind. The rain. The hail.

None of it matters anymore. Not with Jacob holding me. Not with his warmth wrapped around me. Not with the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear. For the first time all day. For the first time since this whole nightmare started.

I feel safe.

My eyes drift closed. The last thing I feel is Jacob pulling me a little closer. The last thing I hear is his heartbeat. And then sleep finally takes me. Curled safely in his arms.

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Bella and Edward are engaged. Actually engaged. Planning-to-get-married engaged. I don't even know how to process that information.

But Jacob? Jacob looks downright furious.

Not annoyed. Not frustrated. Livid.

His entire body goes rigid. His jaw clenches. The muscles in his neck tighten. For a second nobody moves. Then Jacob turns and starts walking away.

Fast.

"Jacob."

Bella immediately goes after him. I stand automatically. Following both of them. The entire situation spiraling out of control before I can even understand what's happening.

"Jacob!"

He doesn't stop.

"Jacob, wait!"

Still doesn't stop.

Bella practically runs to catch up with him.

"Please."

That finally gets him to pause.

Only pause.

Not turn around. Not look at her. Just stop.

His shoulders are tight. His fists clenched. Bella's breathing is uneven when she reaches him.

"Please don't leave."

Jacob laughs. One sharp. Humorless laugh. The sound hurts to hear.

"Why?"

Bella looks stunned.

"Because I don't want to lose you."

For a second something flashes across Jacob's face.

Pain. Raw and ugly. Then it's gone.

"That's not enough."

Bella stares at him.

"What?"

Jacob finally turns around. His eyes are blazing.

"There is one thing you could do to make me stay."

Bella goes still. I go still. The entire mountain seems to go still. Because suddenly I know exactly where this conversation is headed.

And I hate it. I hate every second of it.

Bella takes a step forward.

"I don't want to lose you."

Jacob shakes his head.

"That's not enough."

Another step.

"Jacob."

Another. Then before anyone can stop her. Before anyone can react. Bella grabs him. And kisses him.

Everything stops.

My heart. My lungs. The world. All of it. Gone.

I just stand there. Frozen. Watching. Unable to process what I'm seeing. Unable to breathe. Unable to think. Jacob freezes too. For one terrible second. One horrible endless second.

Then he shoves her away. Hard. Not enough to hurt her. Just enough to break contact. Bella stumbles backward. Jacob looks furious. Absolutely furious.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Bella's eyes widen.

"I thought-"

"You thought what?"

His voice echoes across the mountain. Sharp. Angry. Desperate.

Bella just stares at him. Completely lost. And then Jacob says the words that change everything.

"I love her."

Silence.

My stomach drops.

Bella blinks.

"What?"

Jacob points directly at me. Standing several feet away. Frozen in place.

"Her."

My heart stops. Again.

"Kylie."

The entire world narrows. Just Jacob. Just his voice. Just those words.

"She's the one I love."

Nobody speaks. Nobody moves. Jacob laughs bitterly. Like he can't believe we're even having this conversation.

"God, Bella."

He runs a hand through his hair.

"I thought you knew."

Bella looks completely blindsided.

Jacob keeps going.

The words pouring out now. Years worth of feelings. Years worth of secrets. Years worth of restraint finally snapping.

"She's my best friend."

His voice softens for half a second. Just enough to hurt.

"My childhood best friend."

My eyes start burning.

"She's the person I want around when something good happens."

Jacob's gaze flickers toward me. Only me.

"She's the person I look for first."

My chest aches.

"She's the person I miss when she's gone."

Bella looks stunned. Completely stunned. And Jacob isn't finished.

"Do you know how relieved I was when I imprinted?"

The words hit me like a truck. Imprinted. The word I've heard whispered for months. The thing no one will acknowledge around me. Jacob laughs again.

Softer this time. Disbelieving.

"Because I already knew."

Bella's eyes widen. I think mine do too.

"I already knew she was perfect for me."

The mountain disappears. Everything disappears. I can't hear anything except him.

"She's my entire world."

Tears are building behind my eyes now. Fast. Dangerously fast.

"And I'd do anything to keep her safe."

Jacob points toward Bella.

"That's why I care."

His voice sharpens again.

"That's why I've been trying to stop you."

Bella flinches.

"That's why I hate the idea of you turning."

Another step.

"That's why I worry when you're in danger."

Another.

"Because when you get hurt."

His voice cracks slightly.

"When you turn."

His eyes find mine again.

"It hurts her."

The tears finally spill over. One after another. Hot against my freezing skin.

"And if she gets hurt because of it?"

Jacob swallows.

"Then I get hurt too."

Nobody speaks. Not Bella. Not Edward. Not me.

The silence stretches. Then Jacob shakes his head. Looking exhausted. Completely exhausted.

"I thought everybody knew."

His eyes close briefly.

"It was obvious."

A pause. Then a humorless laugh.

"Apparently everyone knew except the two Swan daughters."

Bella just stands there. Speechless. For maybe the first time in her life. Jacob turns away. Done. Completely done. And starts walking down the mountain.

"Jacob!"

Bella calls after him. Desperate. Panicked.

He doesn't stop. Doesn't slow down. Doesn't even look back.

"Jacob!"

I don't look at her. Not once. I can't. Because Jacob is leaving. And suddenly nothing else matters.

Not Bella. Not Edward. Not the engagement. Not the battle. Nothing.

Just him.

I take off after him without a second thought. Without hesitation. Without even considering another option. Because if Jacob Black is walking away. Then I'm walking with him.

Like I always have.

Like I always will.

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"I followed you down that hill."

The words come out quietly. Barely louder than the creak of the old chair beneath me.

Jacob doesn't move.

Doesn't react.

Just lays there surrounded by blankets and bandages, chest rising and falling in slow steady breaths. The room smells like medicine. Like sweat. Like blood. Like the lingering aftermath of pain.

I tighten my grip around his hand. Careful. Terrified of hurting him even though he's unconscious.

Even though he's probably healed more in the last few hours than a normal person would in weeks.

"I followed you down that hill. You didn't stop and I had to... I had to stop and watch you fight those things."

My voice cracks. I swallow hard. Staring down at our joined hands.

"Watch as we thought we won."

I can still see it. The clearing. The dirt. The blood. The impossible violence of it all.

"Watch as you defended Leah and got your bones shattered."

My eyes sting.

"I ran to you then."

The memory hits me so hard my chest hurts.

"I ran to you as you screamed in agony and dropped to my knees beside you."

I laugh softly. Broken. Watery.

"I don't think I've ever been that scared before."

The room stays silent. Only the sound of his breathing. Only the sound of my own.

"I wanted to tell you."

My thumb brushes across his knuckles.

"I wanted to tell you when you said my name."

I squeeze my eyes shut.

"You said it like you were relieved I was there."

The tears won't stop coming.

"I wanted to tell you I love you."

The confession hangs in the room. Simple. Terrifying. Perfectly honest.

"I wanted to tell you everything."

A shaky breath leaves me.

"Everything I've been holding back."

I look up at him. At the familiar face I've spent years memorizing. The face I've always looked for first. The face that somehow feels like home.

"I've loved you for so long, Jacob."

The words hurt. Not because they're wrong. Because they're true. Painfully true.

"I think part of me has always loved you."

A tear slides down my cheek.

"You could have told me."

I shake my head. A wet laugh escaping.

"You could have told me everything and I wouldn't have blinked."

Another laugh.

Another tear.

"Well maybe I would have, but then I would've grabbed you and kissed you on the spot."

The image is almost enough to make me smile. Almost. Instead my chest aches. Because of how much time was lost. How many years. How many moments. How many chances.

"I would've chosen you every single time."

My voice drops lower.

"I always choose you."

The room feels smaller suddenly. Like the whole world has narrowed down to this bed. This hand. This boy.

"But instead I had to kneel next to you after you took a hit that wasn't meant for you."

I look away. Unable to stop the tears now.

"I watched them carry you here."

The memory is awful. Jacob trying to stay conscious.

"I sat right here while they re-broke and set your bones one by one."

I physically shudder.

"I heard you scream."

My throat tightens.

"I heard every single one."

I wipe angrily at my face.

"I wanted to make it stop."

My fingers tighten around his hand.

"I would've taken it for you if I could."

The words slip out before I can stop them. And I mean them. Every single one.

"I would've."

Silence. Then a whisper.

"I would've done anything."

The moonlight coming through the window slowly fades. The dark blue of night becoming gray. Then silver. Then pale gold.

Time passes. Hours. Maybe.

I don't know.

I never let go of his hand. Not once.

"And I will never leave your side again, Jacob."

My voice is rough now. Sleep deprived. Raw.

"So please be okay."

The plea barely makes it out.

"I know you heal."

I laugh softly.

"I know you're impossible."

Another shaky breath.

"But I need you to be okay."

My forehead lowers until it rests against the edge of the mattress.

"I need to see you open your eyes."

My voice cracks completely.

"I need to see you smile at me."

The room blurs.

"I love you, Jacob."

Silence answers. Hours of silence. I sit. And sit. And sit.

The sun rises. Golden light creeps through the curtains. Birds begin chirping outside. The rest of the house slowly starts waking up. People move around somewhere beyond the bedroom door.

I don't care.

My hand remains wrapped around his. My head slowly droops. Exhaustion pulling at me. The adrenaline finally wearing off.

I almost drift off. Almost.

Then his fingers twitch.

I freeze. My head snaps up so fast my neck protests.

Jacob's eyes blink open. Slow and heavy.

Confused.

For a second he just looks at me. Like he's making sure I'm real. Like he's checking that I'm actually there. And then the first thing out of his mouth is,

"I was worried about you."

I stare at him. Absolutely dumbfounded.

"You were worried about me?!"

His lips twitch. A tiny smile. Barely there.

I immediately sit forward.

"I was worried about you, you idiot!"

His smile grows.

Just a little.

"I thought you were dying."

"Kinda felt like it."

"Jacob."

His expression softens.

And somehow that only makes me angrier.

"I'm so mad at you."

The words come rushing out.

"I'm mad at you for running off."

His smile falters.

"I'm mad at you for fighting when you should've stayed back."

A wince.

Good.

"I'm mad at you for getting hurt."

Another wince.

"Ky-"

"I'm mad at you for telling my sister you love me before you told me."

That actually makes him laugh. A painful sounding laugh. But a laugh.

"That's fair."

"And for-"

His hand suddenly reaches up.

Cupping my face.

Pulling me forward.

And then he's kissing me.

Every thought immediately disappears.

Gone.

Completely gone.

Because Jacob Black is kissing me.

Really kissing me.

I melt. Absolutely melt. Years of feelings collapsing into a single moment.

A single kiss. A single impossible perfect moment. I kiss him back without hesitation. Without thinking. Without breathing.

Then a loud groan tears out of his chest.

I immediately jerk away.

Horrified.

"Oh my God."

Jacob squeezes his eyes shut. Pain flashing across his face.

"I'm so, so sorry."

"It's okay."

His smile is strained.

Pained.

But real.

"It's definitely not okay."

"It kind of is."

"Jacob."

He chuckles weakly. Then immediately regrets it.

The idiot. The absolute idiot.

For a few seconds we just stare at each other.

Neither willing to look away. Neither quite believing this is real.

Jacob's eyes soften. Warmer than I've ever seen them.

"I have so much I need to explain to you."

I nod immediately.

"Good."

"So much."

"Good."

His smile grows. Slow. Sleepy.

"But I really need to go back to sleep right now, okay baby?"

The word hits me square in the chest.

Baby.

Not an accident this time. Not slipping out. Intentional. Natural. Like he's said it a thousand times before. My heart completely betrays me.

"Okay."

The answer comes out embarrassingly soft. I carefully lean forward. Resting my forehead against his. His eyes drift closed immediately.

"I love you," I whisper.

A sleepy smile tugs at his lips. Then he squeezes my hand once. And a moment later he's asleep again.

This time when I sit beside his bed and wait. I don't feel scared. Because now I know.

When he wakes up again.

He'll still be mine.

And I'll still be his.

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purple ᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ k. bakugou x reader

summary: you've had a crush on katsuki bakugou for too long, however, there's something about your crush on him that brings you comfort.┆angst, unrequited to requited love, she falls first / he falls harder, yes there will be smut, slow burn┆

epilogue ┆ chapter one: power trip ┆ chapter two: bittersweet delusions

۶ৎ about reader: signature colour is purple, quirk is water healing. she is lowkey a bird for the first half, but don't worry bakugou will grovel like no other trust.

۶ৎ more information: first few chapters are set before, during, and after graduation from ua. then, it's timeskip from there. super super slow burn in the sense of the timeline and how long they've known each other.

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🧿 i will not get the fanfic writer curse. only good things happen to me. everytime my name is spoken i will prosper. 🧿

divider credits - @ cursed - carmine

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