"Always Bella III" - Jacob Black X Reader

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"Always Bella IV" - Jacob Black x Reader

Summary: Part IV to “Always Bella” Read Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part IV

I woke up to the soft snores of Quil on the couch next to me. His heat radiating off his body, almost lulling me back into a slumber.

Almost.

"Quil." I whisper. "Quil."

"Mhmmmmm." He groans, gripping his pillow harder.

I purse my lips, sighing before sitting up.

Jacob.

The overwhelming memories of last night replayed through my brain. I felt a chill run up my spine, followed by immediate displeasure.

Why didn't Quil let him see me? He knew how I felt.

But why couldn't I speak? Why couldn't I get up?

Why couldn't I say anything to Jacob?

I swung my legs off the couch quietly, grabbing Quil's slippers and stumbling out the front door. I look back to still see Quil fast asleep on the couch, his chest rising and falling with every slow breath.

I let out a sigh, quietly shutting the front door. I look at my car, weighing out my options.

Car is quicker, though much louder. Walking won't wake up Quil but it'll take a half an hour as opposed to the five minute drive. Oh the options.

Pursing my lips as I look between the car and the road for what seemed like a million times.

Walking.

Before I knew it, I was already at Billy's front door.

I went to knock, but my cold knuckles hesitated. I inhale sharply, slowly knocking on the door.

I heard some movement behind the door, to be met with Billy.

"Hi Billy, I know it's early but I really need to-" I noticed his eyes were bloodshot and filled to the brim with tears, his cheeks flushed with a red hue I had not seen in years.

Not since Sarah.

"Are you okay? What's wrong?" I whisper, looking into his defeated eyes.

"(Y/N), he's gone." His voice croaked.

My blood went cold, suddenly my ears were ringing. I felt the world around me freeze.

"What?" I choke, almost gasping for air.

"He's gone. Jacob's gone. Sam is looking for him, but- but he's gone." His voice breaks. "All I have left is gone. I need my son." He buried his face in his hands.

I hung onto every word that Billy said, praying to a God I didn't believe in that they weren't true.

"Sam? Billy we need to call the police. What can Sam do?" I panic.

Billy turns to me, giving me a confused look. His eyebrow raises, when suddenly the once puzzled look turns into one of realization.

"You don't know." He mutters under his breath, his eyes widening as they stare into mine.

"What? What don't I know?"

"Read this first." He pulls an envelope off the table, handing it to me.

(Y/N).

I read my name, admiring Jacob's handwriting. Terrified to open it.

I look at Billy's tearful eyes before he nods towards the chair beside me.

I sit down, taking a deep breath; trying to build the courage to open this letter. I look up to see Billy watching me with sad eyes, I assume to see if I have more information in my letter about Jacob's potential whereabouts.

Dear (Y/N),

I'm sorry. I just, I can't be here anymore. It's all too... complicated.

Everything hurts. It's all too much. I've become something I don't want to be. I don't want this, but there's no escape.

I had to leave. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I've been treating you like shit. I just can't explain it.

I don't want you involved in this life.

But you are, unfortunately.

Though, I left. I don't want to be around you. Everything changed. If I stay, you're roped in far deeper than you would ever need to be.

I'm sorry (Y/N). I am.

I miss you, I do.

I just, I can't be there anymore. Not for my own sake, but mostly for your sake.

I'm sorry, I just don't want this.

I won't see you for a while, if ever again.

I wanted a choice. I want you to have a choice. I want us to have a say in our lives.

I love you.

Jacob Black

I sat there in disbelief. I felt all the air leave my lungs.

It was as if the world around me was no longer real. I could no longer hear properly, everything is muffled.

I closed the letter, looking up from my lap to meet eyes with Billy.

"I-I" I choke on my words. "I don't know where he went."

Billy sighs, as a hand is placed on his shoulder. I follow the hand, seeing Sam standing next to Billy.

"No luck, but we'll keep looking. I have Paul and Embry out looking right now." Sam gives Billy's shoulder a slight squeeze as he makes direct eye contact with me.

"Paul and Embry? Why not the police? How are they supposed to find Jacob? He's gone." I croak.

"I know he left before explaining, but you're entitled to know." Sam says sternly.

"Know about what? God, I'm so sick of not being in the loop while Bella Swan gets to know everything!" I yell, the anger burning within me.

"She's not supposed to know."

"Well she does. And I still do not." I scoff, tears falling from my eyes.

"Quil's waiting for you outside, I suggest you go meet him out there for now." Sam instructs.

I shake my head, looking at the man in disbelief. Who was he to tell me what to do.

But I couldn't be bothered. I quickly got up, bumping into Sam purposefully before walking outside to Quil.

His eyes portrayed a sadness that reflected my own as he stood against the hood of my car.

I walked over slowly, dragging my feet against the Earth.

I stopped in front of him, I took a deep breath.

"He's gone." I choke. "Quil, Jacob's gone." I feel my knees about to give out from under me. I walk into his large frame, burying my head into his chest.

"I know, love. I know." He coos, opening his arms to pull me into a hug.

I felt my tears fall onto his shirt as I melted into his touch.

Quil, the only person to make me feel like things could maybe be okay.

The only person left who can bring me back to Earth.

"Quil, what is going on?" I pull back, looking sternly into his eyes.

"(Y/N)-" He hesitates.

"No, I deserve to know. Because apparently it involves me a lot more than I was led to believe."

I pull the letter from my jacket pocket, holding it up to Quil. "So tell me now. Or I'm going to Embry." I let out the breath of air that was stuck in my lungs. "But you know I would rather hear it from you.

"Can I read it?" He pleads, nodding towards my letter.

"After you tell me exactly what is going on, Quil." I pull the letter behind me, looking up at him. "I deserve to know. I need to know why it hurts so bad." I look down at my feet. "Why does it hurt so bad?" I look up at his chocolate brown eyes, pleading with my own.

"Get in the car, we're going to our spot." He advises, looking back between me and the car before walking over to the driver's side.

I look at him, standing still. Trying to walk, despite my legs feeling like cement.

His eyes met mine, him motioning for me to get into the car.

And so I did.

I walked to the passenger side, silently opening the door and climbing in, taking a deep breath.

My mind raced with every thought imaginable.

Did Jacob come to say goodbye last night?

Could I have made him stay?

Was there something I did? Is there something I could do?

A sense of dread washed over me as I explored every possibility in my mind.

"Relax." Quil whispers, grabbing my hand and squeezing it lightly.

I look over to him, wondering how he always knows where my mind goes.

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Metal Family - Dee x Reader :

She Fuckin’ Hates Me

(Part 4 - Final)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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When Dee returned to his room after speaking with his parents, and ignoring Heavy's questions, he layed on his bed thinking things through.

He was starting to feel guilty that he was putting so much blame on y/n when he didn't know their side of the story. Perhaps he really had offended them?

After taking a nervous breath, he decided to message y/n again, to hopefully clear the air. It occurred to Dee that he was so obsessed with getting positive feedback from them, when he hadn't once complimented their ideas... and he had to admit they were good ideas.

So here he was, typing another message, praying it would get through to them.

Hey y/n, just wanted to let you know, I think your ideas are actually pretty awesome and this project wouldn't be half as good without them. I know I don't say it, but you're smart and you've put so much great work into this project. I just wish I could hear your thoughts on my idea? I would actually appreciate hearing your opinion

Dee hated how vulnerable and mushy it sounded, but knew it was all true, so with a last breath of courage he hit send. After a small pause, he typed another short message, just to seal it up.

And I'm really sorry if I acted like too much of a bitch

Send.

And now Dee waited. Again.

-

Dee woke up bright and early for school the next day. All was fine until he saw his phone. Still no reply! Dee was really pissed now. He'd tried so hard to be sincere, and they weren't even trying to cooperate! As much as Dee wanted to feel angry, he felt dejected more than anything. Which bugged him, because he really shouldn't care this much.

As he left for school, he had a determination to find y/n and ask them why the fuck they've been ignoring him. No more compliments and nice words, they threw that chance away. Now he wanted answers.

When he arrived, he immediately scanned the halls looking for them. Seeing them by their locker, he approached with his prominent-as-ever bitch face.

Y/n jumped when they turned and saw him, startled by seeing him. Dee was just about to start ranting, when y/n beat him to the punch.

"Dee! I've been meaning to talk to you." They started, not seeming annoyed, or ready to laugh at him, so he held his tongue and waited for them to continue. "You haven't by any chance found my phone at your place? I've been searching for it all weekend, and I only thought this morning that I might have left it at yours."

Dee didn't know how to process this new information. He always knew there was a possibility that they just misplaced their phone, but he had been so consumed with thoughts of them rejecting his ideas, he hadn't truly thought of that being the case. He suddenly felt a little self conscious, both at the way he had been acting all weekend, and the message he had sent them.

"Umm, no I haven't seen it, but I haven't exactly been looking for it, so..."

Y/n huffed a little, thinking before asking, "Do you mind if we work on the project at yours today? I could keep an eye out for my phone as well."

Internally, Dee was panicking. Why? He wasn't too sure. There were many reasons, but all he knew was that them coming over today meant finally discussing his idea, and he was nervous to actually hear what they thought after all the suspense. But he didn't have a good excuse, so he said to meet him outside the school like always, at the end of the day.

-

Walking back to his house, his steps in sync with y/n's, he was quiet, and slightly anxious. He had been all day, and he'd tried hard in vain to delete his message. For some absurd reason, he couldn't. Dee was good with technology, so given some time and a clear head, it wouldn't have been a problem. But during school, Dee had neither of these things.

Dee could only hope at this point that y/n doesn't find their phone. How ironic.

When they arrived at Dee's house, he ushered them inside, hoping to avoid seeing his parents. He didn't want them asking questions, considering his conversation with them yesterday. That would be the cherry on top of embarrassment.

"So, any new ideas?" y/n questioned after taking their usual spot on his desk chair.

Dee took a shaky breath readying himself to finally share his idea. "Actually, yeah, I think it's a decent idea, but y'know, it depends what you think.." Dee was babbling, and already feeling embarrassed for how he was acting. But lucky for him, y/n was far away and not even listening.

"Hold that thought!" Y/n got up suddenly, crossed his room and picked up their phone off of one of his shelves. "Aha! I knew it had to be here!" They seemed so triumphant, they didn't notice Dee's rising panic. The message he sent them was still on their phone. And his time was up.

In a last ditch effort, he tried to distract them by speaking again, but they were already going through their notifications.

"Sorry, give me one sec just to check if any of these are important." They mumbled while seeming to discard most of what was on their screen. "Oh! Sorry I haven't been able to reply to you, had no clue you messaged me."

Dee leaped off the bed at that, trying to gain their attention. "You really don't have to read that! It's not important!" He practically plead, but they were already reading.

As y/n pored over his words, the heat in his cheeks grew, and he stood awkwardly in front of them, accepting his fate, and having no clue what to do.

Y/n read intently at his theory, and had an impressed look on their face by the end of it. But Dee couldn't read them, he had no idea what their expressions meant. Were they judging him? Trying to contain their laughter? Silently mocking him? Had they read everything, or only one line? He was in the dark.

Y/n was about to comment on how good his theory was and how they should use it, before they moved on to the next message.

Y/n's heart melted at the words. He had been so genuine and sincere, and seemed to really care about what they thought. Y/n never knew Dee had cared so much. Y/n's little smile grew tenfold, accompanied by a little chuckle when they saw the last message. Dee had been a bit of a bitch, and so had y/n, and for so long they had been rivals because of it. But y/n didn't care about that any more. They felt appreciated.

Y/n glanced up at Dee's cherry-red cheeks and giggled again, before hugging him tightly. Dee didn't know what he expected, but it wasn't this. But after a moment's hesitation, he slowly returned the hug.

After pulling back, y/n finally spoke, a light blush dusting their cheeks as well. "I think your idea's amazing... we should definitely use it, I mean, you're so incredibly smart, I don't know why you ever needed my confirmation!" They both chuckled at the last bit, but Dee looked at them with sincerity in his eyes.

"I care about what you think because you're so smart yourself, and maybe... maybe I wanted to know that you were impressed by my ideas, I just-! I just think you're kind of incredible, and didn't want to seem dumb."

Dee avoided eye contact for a moment, but after hearing no response, he chanced a look at them. After one brief second of eye contact, y/n moved forward and kissed him sweetly. His eyes went wide before he closed them and melted into their embrace. Y/n's hands snaked round his neck and their hand lightly twisted his long blond hair. His hands found their waist, and they stayed like that for a short second before pulling away breathless. The two were smiling like idiots.

No more words needed to be said, instead y/n sat down next to Dee on his bed - for the first time he noted, but was more than ok with it - and they laced their hands together, avidly talking about their project. Both of their ideas were spoken highly of, with many compliments and smiles given.

Y/n stayed long after they were done with the project, and the two talked about everything and nothing. Both were happier, even when it came for y/n to leave. And that's how they stayed. (There was also a lot more making out!)

-

A/N: ok, I'm super sorry this took so long, but this is finished now, and I'll try and get some one shots and requests completed! Also, I made this chapter gender neutral, and I'll update the others do they are too! I really hope everyone enjoyed, and thank you so much for over 1k reads, that's way more than I could have hope for!

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Metal Family - Dee x Reader:

She Fuckin’ Hates Me

(Part 3)

Part 1, Part 2

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Dee and y/n had spent a few meetings working on their project, some at y/n's house, some at Dee's. As predicted, there'd been plenty of arguments, both trying to be the best and take the lead. But in the end, they both had to admit that the other had some pretty cool ideas, and they're presentation was shaping up to be a pretty damn good one.

But they're not actually going to admit that, obviously. And the arguments just kept coming. Neither would swallow their pride long enough to give good credit to the other - even when they knew they deserved it.

Sometimes one of them would come close to complimenting the other, having to build it up in their head first... then the other would ruin the moment with an asshole-ish remark, and they'd wonder why they ever thought to say something in the first place.

Then, something happened, and that changed. That caused their dynamic to change. That kinda made everything change, it seems.

It was a very slow build up. And it started with a text message.

-

Dee was up late, and an epiphany struck him about their project. It was a brilliant idea, really. He could've waited to bring up the idea in person, and played it cool, but he was actually quite proud of himself, and decided to text y/n at 12:04 at night instead. They were online seventeen minutes ago, it was likely they'd see it.

They didn't reply that night. Dee checked once again, and when he saw no reply, gave up and went to sleep - they were probably sleeping too.

The next morning, Dee woke up to see no reply, still. It was a Sunday, they were probably sleeping in late.

It was mid way through the day when Dee really began to get annoyed. Why weren’t they answering him? He knew they didn't get along, but this was strictly work-related, and they could at least begrudgingly work together for the sake of their grade.

They haven’t been this petty before, but surely after so many hours, they would've seen his message. But why are they ignoring him?! Maybe he pissed them off somehow? But what could he have said that's worse than what he says already? ...And that warrants ignoring the project that they care about just as much as he does? He just can't figure them out! Maybe that's why they frustrate him so much.

Everyone in the household was beginning to notice Dee's growing temper, and thin-wearing patience. While Glam decided to give Dee space, letting Dee come to him if he so wished, Heavy decided to constantly badger Dee, wondering what was bugging him so much. Victoria was curious on the inside, but didn't want to seem mushy, so decided to call on him each time he lashed out, but not push on the subject - he'd tell her if he wanted to.

But Dee kept it to himself. He didn't want to appear like he cared about y/n’s opinion. He doesn't. He just wants to get on with the stupid project. But they could at least show him they’ve read it! Even if they just say they'll discuss it in person, they should at least acknowledge it! But, y'know, it doesn't matter anyway. Who cares what they think?

Then Dee had another epiphany. What his message to them was a bad idea? What if it was stupid? What if they saw it, laughed at it, and decided to wait so they can laugh in his face? He read over the message again, and again, having thought this, and although he couldn't see any flaws in his theory, his insecurities and doubts were still there. What if it was something so dumb and obvious, he kept missing it?

It was then that the rest of his family became uneasy too. Dee was many things, confident being one of them. It was in his nature to be a bitchy teenager, so they weren't too bothered before, but now... now, Dee seemed anxious, and that didn't happen often. Glam and Victoria decided, if he didn't talk to them soon, they'd bring it up, make sure he's ok.

He didn't talk to them, naturally.

-

After dinner, Dee started to get up and leave, as per usual, with it being Heavy's turn to wash the dishes.

"Dee," Glam called, and Dee glanced back, "can you sit back down for a moment please, your mother and I were hoping to have a word." Dee groaned dramatically, but sat down anyway.

Upon seeing Heavy slow his movements, and lean back an inch, Victoria called out to him. "Hey! Heavy, scram!"

"No dishes?" He questioned hopefully.

"No, leave 'em, just go to your room." Heavy dropped the dish he was holding rather harshly, making a big splash in the sink full of water, but payed it no mind. He gave a little 'yesss' while punching the air slightly, then ran off before she changed her mind. While Heavy would love to eavesdrop and know what his parents were saying to Dee, getting out of chores was much better.

Glam and Victoria shared a small look, silently deciding who would be the first to speak, while Dee just looked on with his resting bitch face, expectantly.

"Dee," Glam started, evidently losing the battle (not that he minded, he just wanted to give Victoria the chance to speak first, should she want it) - "we just wanted to ask, if everything's been ok lately?"

Before Glam could continue, Dee got instantly defensive. "Of course it is, why wouldn't it be? I'm fine." He got up to leave again, but was sat back down by his mother's glare.

"Dee, we're concerned." Glam continued. "You've been acting strangely lately, more on edge, like something's bothering you. We just want you to know that you can talk to us, with no judgment."

"Yeah!" Victoria piped up, as if just realising that she should probably say something reassuring as well. "If there's something really bothering you Dee, we won't criticise or make fun." A side glance from Glam made her huff slightly, but correct herself, "Ok, I won't criticise or make fun."

Dee looked apprehensive for a second, debating whether to talk to them. He decided it might be worth getting their opinion. He knew Glam would give his honest opinion on his theory, and if it's any good or not, and he could trust his mother to be honest about if he's overreacting to y/n's lack of response.

"Ok, fine, but I need you to be brutally honest with me... you too ma." Victoria visibly relaxed at that, knowing that it was her son's wish for her to be honest, without risk of hurting him.

"Ok, so, y'know the project I'm working on at school..."

-

By the time Dee had finished recounting everything, Glam looked with the same nonchalant gaze, and Victoria looked wildly confused.

"Dad, I was hoping you could look at my theory and make sure there's not something stupid I'm overlooking, I mean, what if there's a dumb mistake, and they’re just laughing at, and waiting to humiliate me, and..." Dee stopped himself, took a breath, and turned to his mother. "Ma, don't worry about all the other stuff, I just want you to tell me if I'm overreacting, and what you think y/n might actually be thinking here, cos I'm really lost, and, honestly, really pissed."

At this, Victoria visibly relaxed, and knowing her job was something capable, she instantly jumped to give her input.

"I'd say everything's fine! They probably can't be assed to do school work while they don't have to and will bring it up when you see them next, relax!"

Dee relaxed a little at her words, but was still nervous. He honestly didn't know why, y/n's opinion shouldn't matter so much to him. He just didn't want to seem dumb. He wanted them to see his intelligence. He just didn't know why.

Victoria saw that Dee still wasn't convinced, but wasn't really sure what she should say next. She was grateful when Glam pitched in after having read the theory that Dee had come up with.

"Well Dee, I must say, it's an excellent theory, no obvious issues. I agree with your mother, you're probably worrying over nothing. Perhaps they misplaced their phone over the weekend?"

Dee nodded slightly in acknowledgment, but couldn't get his mind to wrap around the fact that he was overreacting. Surely there was something wrong. Dee wouldn't get this anxious over nothing. All because of y/n's opinion! There's no way he cares that much.

"Dee, can I ask you something?" Glam asked cautiously. Dee glanced up as if giving permission, spurring him on. "Why are you in such a hurry to hear this person's response?"

Glam already had a feeling he knew the answer, and whether Dee knew it himself was another issue, but the way his face turned a light shade of pink confirmed Glam's suspicions.

Dee instantly got defensive, but that was likely because he didn't have an answer. "I don't know, I just- I just want to finish this stupid project, and their procrastinating isn't helping!" Dee spoke heatedly, and stormed out.

Victoria was about to snap something and call him back, but Glam put a hand on her arm, and filled her in on his thoughts.

-

A/N: ok, so I'll start off by saying, I'm so, so, so sorry that I took so long to write this! Also, I was hoping to finish this in this part, but it was already super long, and I didn't want to make it any longer, but I'll get the next part out a lot quicker now that I'm back in the swing of things. If you have any requests, feel free to leave them in the comments!

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