"Always Bella II" - Jacob Black X Reader

"Always Bella II" - Jacob Black x Reader

Summary: Jacob x reader angst. Bella always comes first. I'm going to hurt your feelings so if you don't want that please don't read this. Part Two to " Always Bella " There will be a part three.

Part One / Part Two / Part Three

My bed was achingly cold. In fact, my entire being has been achingly cold since that day Jacob disappeared, leaving me in the rain with Bella Swan.

Even worse, Jacob had been radio silent ever since. What I thought would jumpstart our contact again seemed to only push us further apart.

"Leave me alone, (Y/N)."

"Jacob." I begged. "Jake, please."

"No, I have nothing left to say. I don't want you in my life anymore." His cold voice cut through the phone before he abruptly hung up.

That phone call echoed in my brain daily, it haunted my nightmares.

The one person I could always count on was gone, it seemed he was no longer the person I fell in love with.

Jacob was no longer my sunshine, my rock. He was angry, he was cold.

Nothing felt real anymore. I didn't feel real anymore, I had nobody to turn to. Bella tried to speak to me, but I had nothing to say. I blamed her for everything going on between Jake and I, or lack thereof.

I haven't been to First Beach nearly as much as I used to, it hurt too much.

It hurt too much to be there. The memories of Jacob and I played through my head, ringing through my ears. Tears pricked my eyes as I heard his laughter echo the walls of my brain, burning a pit into my stomach. I was sick at the thought of him.

Empathetic looks from Sam, Quil, and Embry plagued my vision when I went. I couldn't even be bothered with them, though.

They didn't tell me shit.

No matter how many times I asked, they wouldn't give me anything. I needed to know what was going on with Jacob.

I needed to know why I felt like I was dying. Like every fiber of my being was falling apart.

I felt like a hole was ripped right through my chest.

Why did it hurt this bad?

It felt as if I couldn't breathe anymore. It were as if someone was sitting on my chest, holding my head underwater.

This pain was unimaginable. Losing Jacob hurt, the pain was only getting worse-- and more physical as time went on.

It wasn't this bad before I saw him in person.

When he first disappeared, it hurt-- but not like this.

No, this was pure pain. Ever since our eyes met that day in the rain, it felt as if my soul was ripped right from my chest, set ablaze in front of my very own eyes.

Nothing was the same without Jacob. He was everywhere I looked. Finding a few shirts or hoodies of his in my room was pure pain. Music hurt too much, I couldn't look at my shitbox car any longer. The countless memories of us spending hours working on it, screwing around and having way too much fun trying to fix the old vehicle swirled throughout my thoughts.

It was all too much, everything was physical pain. I felt myself slipping into a dangerously low place, but I couldn't really explain why I was so effected by this.

Yes, I was in love with him, but this was abnormal. A pain like this wasn't normal, it almost didn't feel real.

Life had lost it's color without Jacob Black. The sun was no longer shining, no longer bringing me warmth.

I was empty, I was cold. Nothing could bring me the warmth I needed to continue; nothing could fix the sharp, aching pain I felt in my chest.

Except maybe Jacob.

I felt it in my lungs with every breath.

Dark circles clung to the underneath of my eyes, I felt myself growing weaker every day. The pain radiated through my aching soul every day.

Why was I hurting like this? How was this even possible?

I stared at the screen of my phone, observing all the texts I've sent to Jacob the last few weeks, all unanswered. All of the times I tried to call him, also with no answer.

I hadn't tried in a week, the feeling of rejection taking over my entire body. I didn't understand why, but Jacob truly hated me now. He no longer felt connected to me, there was nothing left between us.

I laid in my bed for what felt like days.

To be fair, it was probably days.

I stared at the beams of light peaking through my curtains, dancing among the comforter laying upon my freezing cold body.

This comforter provided me with no warmth. Nothing could warm me any longer. The way I felt was indescribable.

Something in me burned. I yearned to see him, I felt this pull. I needed to find him.

I grabbed the keys to my car, threw a sweater on and made my way over to First Beach for the first time in what felt like ages.

The drive was a blur, no music played through my speakers. No amount of heat that blasted through the vents brought me comfort, it felt as if my fingertips were going to freeze off. It felt like the hole in my chest was only growing larger, bringing me deeper into this pit of despair.

I stepped out of my car, walking towards the bodies I saw in the distance. Embry and Quil sat on a log, chatting in front of an unlit bonfire; as you guessed it-- two empathetic looks flashed my way before they quickly contorted to looks of concern.

I shook off their looks, my cold cheeks and dreary eyes peering around to find who I looked for. I watched as Quil's eyes darted left before quickly returning to my gaze.

I turned my attention to where he looked and saw Jacob.

But he was with Bella. Though he looked disheveled, he still had enough strength to see her.

I watched as she pulled him in for a hug. The way he held her in his arms instantly made me sick.

I felt the air leave my lungs as the pain in my chest only intensified. It felt as if someone punched my in the gut.

I watched as his shoulders rose and fell, seemingly out of breath.

It didn't matter, though. He was with her.

No matter what made him as distressed as he had become, Bella was still around even if he cut me off with no explanation. He couldn't have me in his life but he would always keep her around.

I couldn't even cry, all my tears were gone. I had to tear my eyes from the sight as I felt whatever was left of my soul leave my body yet again. My knees practically gave out from under me at the sight, making my turn around very clumsy.

My vision grew cloudy as I walked back to my car. Black spots taking over my vision as I sat in the driver's seat. I laid my head on the steering wheel, holding onto it to ground myself.

It's always Bella.

Every time, he chooses her.

My knuckles where white from gripping the wheel so hard. I tried to make myself breathe, but it wasn't working as the pain in my chest was only getting worse. I felt my consciousness slipping as I grew weaker.

"It's always Bella." I exhaled as I felt myself grow limp, succumbing to the darkness that plagued my vision.

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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!

Have a great day/night,

~ SonofaBeach