#bella bashing

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𝓑𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮 — 𝓙𝓪𝓬𝓸𝓫 𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴

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warnings ooc jacob • bella bashing • size kink (implied) • possessive behavior • jealousy • suggestive content • alpha jacob • slight tension/aggression

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The bonfire on La Push beach was loud, warm, alive—wolves scattered around in their usual circle, laughter mixing with the crash of waves.

And Jacob? He had you tucked right against his side like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Because to him—it was.

You looked small next to him. Everyone did, really. The pack easily towered between 6’8 and 7’0, but Jacob especially… broad shoulders, warm skin, his arm draped over you like he didn’t even think about it.

His fingers idly traced your waist. Possessive. Grounding. A silent mine.

You didn’t mind.

You leaned into him instead.

That’s when she showed up.

Bella.

Her eyes locked on the two of you almost immediately—on how close you were, how comfortable Jacob looked, how he didn’t pull away when you laughed softly at something he said.

If anything… he pulled you closer.

The tension shifted.

“What is this?” she asked, voice tight, stepping closer like she had some kind of claim.

You didn’t even look bothered.

But Jacob did.

His entire body went rigid, arm tightening around you.

“Don’t start, Bella,” he warned, voice low.

She scoffed, looking you up and down, clearly trying to get under your skin. “You really downgraded, Jake.”

Silence.

The kind that snaps.

Before you could even react—

“Watch your mouth.”

Jacob’s voice cut through the air, sharp enough that even the rest of the pack went quiet.

You felt it in his chest—the anger, the protectiveness. His hand slid from your waist to your hip, pulling you slightly behind him without fully letting you go.

“I mean it,” he continued, stepping forward just enough to put distance between you and her. “Don’t talk about her like that.”

Sam’s expression hardened. Leah looked like she was seconds away from snapping.

Bella faltered—just slightly—but it was enough.

You sighed softly, tugging at Jacob’s hand.

“Jake,” you murmured, calm, unaffected. “It’s not worth it.”

That did it.

The second he looked down at you, something in him shifted. The anger didn’t disappear—but it redirected.

To getting you away.

“Yeah,” he muttered, jaw tight. “We’re leaving.”

And just like that—he was pulling you with him, not even sparing Bella another glance.

The walk back to his place was quiet.

Not awkward.

Just… charged.

Jacob’s hand never left yours. His thumb kept brushing over your knuckles like he needed the reminder you were still there.

By the time you got inside, the door barely had time to shut before he turned to you.

“You okay?” he asked, softer now—but still tense.

You nodded easily. “I told you. I don’t care what she thinks.”

That seemed to hit him harder than anything else.

His hands found your waist again—firmer this time. Pulling you in.

“You shouldn't,” he muttered. “People don’t get to talk about you like that.”

You looked up at him, completely unfazed.

“Good thing you handled it then.”

That… made something snap.

Not anger.

Something warmer. Deeper.

His hand slid up your back, the other tilting your chin just slightly before he kissed you.

Hard.

Not rushed—but intense. Like he had something to prove. Like he needed to feel that you were his and safe and right there.

You melted into it easily, fingers gripping his shirt as he backed you up just slightly.

The height difference didn’t help. If anything—it made it worse.

Better.

His lips dragged from yours for a second, just long enough for him to murmur—

“We shouldn’t have left early.”

But the way his hands tightened said the opposite.

You smirked slightly, breath warm against his skin.

“Then go back.”

He didn’t even hesitate.

“Not happening.”

And when he kissed you again—slower this time, deeper— it was pretty clear neither of you were thinking about the bonfire anymore.

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"We Are All Sinners"

A Carlisle Cullen x f!OC FanFic

HOUSEKEEPING

This story is 18+ MDNI

This story is 18+ because it contains/will contain the following

Smut, Violence, Death, Gore, Animal Attacks, Talk about the dead/dying/deceased both casually, respectfully, and disrespectfully. 

There will be Bella Bashing, nothing too severe, because my OC is an adult, and it's not in her character to bully and slander a child. 

There will also be Edweirdo slander. He's a child, but an old ass immortal child, so he doesn't get any slack.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

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The Prologue

Sophronia Grimshaw moved to Forks because they, The Sluagh, told her to. They had asked, demanded, begged, and bargained with her for hours as she sat on the floor of her small apartment reading the news on her laptop.

'Man vanishes Friday night.' 'Several campers attacked over spring break.' 'Mutilated body found in woods.'

With every new headline that lit up her screen, The Sluagh grew louder, more insistent. Refusing to let her have a moment of silence until she caved, and then, twenty-one days later, she bought a one-way plane ticket and signed a lease.

For the entirety of her first month in Forks, The Sluagh gifted her with silence. And then once she grew too comfortable, she was reminded of their existence with whispers.

'Stay out of the woods.'

'It ain't animals, it's man.'

'Demons, monsters.'

'Dead men walking'

'Feeding on the living'

And then of course there were new ones, the new ghosts, the ones that weren't sure of what had happened to them, the ones that just muttered. High-pitched and whiny. Eternally confused.

' Why'

'Why'

'Why'

The worst ones, though, were the ones that were as conscious and aware as a dead man that didn't know he was dead could be. The ones that just screamed and screamed until Sophronia broke and spoke and gave them attention to finally silence them.

And when Sopronia received her first animal attack victim at her office, the Sluagh grew excited.

EXTERNAL EXAMINATION … bite mark along the side of the neck, circular in shape. 38 mm in diameter … …Bruising around the puncture wounds [Caused by the pressure from the teeth]… … Possible human bite mark…

And from then on, the bodies kept coming in.

Table of Content

The prologue <- you are here

Chapter 1 : "Behold - The Living Dead Girl"

Chapter 2: "The Mausoleum"

Chapter 3: "Both Living, Both Dead"

Chapter 4: "Topaz and Tourmaline"

Chapter 5: "Possession"

Chapter 6: "Fear Us or Feed Us"

Chapter 7: "Hypertrophic Scar"

Chapter 8: "Doctor's Office"

Chapter 9: "Pomegranate and Pine"

Chapter 10: "Out of the Woods"

Chapter 11: “Old Dog, New Tricks”

Chapter 12: "Slow Drip"

Chapter 13: "Symbiotic Relationship"

Chapter 14: April Fools Chapter (A03 and Wattpad Only)

Chapter 15: "Where the Heart Is"

Chapter 16: ... coming soon

[nervousdreamfaneclipse]

Searching for an old, completed Bella bashing twilight fiction in wattpad, a Jacob black x oc, who is Edward's ex, Edward dumped oc to wed Bella, Jacob met oc and imprints on her

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Imagine being the only one who can help Jasper with his bloodlust

warnings : swearing, mentions of blood and injures

— ‘tis short

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Series of golden eyes around the Cullen house widened, the scent of pure natural and desirable human blood wafting almost teasingly into their senses.

Some in the house were better at control than others.

Carlisle Cullen gritted his sharpened, pearly white teeth— his gaze flickering over the younger vampires, whom he considered family, worriedly.

Jasper Hale widened his golden eyes, feeling his fangs elongate from their place hidden in his gums, rushing over toward the bleeding Isabella Swan who was quickly hidden by a on edge Edward Cullen.

“Someone get y/n.” Rosalie shouted in anxiousness, helping her husband in holding back the raging younger vampire who was completely lost of his morals and merely focusing on the scent of fresh blood.

Esme gnawed on her lower lip worriedly, hastily escorting a tempted and equally as distraught Alice out of the room with her husbands quick nod of permission.

The door to their house slammed open loudly and a hurried, obnoxiously loud ‘whoosh’ was heard and you were immediately next to them, face contorted in a anxious expression.

Rosalie let out an audible sigh of relief at the sight of you, her best friend, and she offered you a quick smile which you returned with a falsely flirtatious wink— forever trying to lift the gloomy mood if one ever occurred.

Instead of focusing on the very prominent and extra sweet smell of blood which was continuously weaving itself around your scenes, in a teasing and malicious sort of dance that you forever despised.

However, it was easier to ignore your own temptation when your lover was in need of help.

“Jasper, love.” You soothed immediately rushing over to stand in front of him—your cold but soft hands cupping either side of his face as his unfocused eyes slowly sank back into reality the longer he remained in your calming presence, it grounded him. You grounded him. “It’s alright, you’re okay my love.”

The relentless thrashing the blonde was doing in an attempt to get the blood from Isabella’s wound, died down. His tensed muscles loosening and relaxing the longer you had your arms wrapped around him, pressing kisses to his cold forehead and muttering reassuring words into his ear.

Rosalie and Emmett took a fleeting moment to share a heartfelt smile before they dashed off, the burning in their throats—the pure agony riddled aching, becoming a shit ton more prominent the longer they stayed in the same space as Isabella.

You gently tried to remove Jasper from your embrace but he whined in objection, stuffing his face back into your chest and wrapping his arms tighter around your body.

You chuckled quietly, the aching in your throat making the action hurt massively. So with a quick kiss on Carlisle’s cheek you sped yourself and Jasper out of the room, the blonde still clinging onto you like a lost child who needed comfort.

Isabella, Bella as she preferred, had her lips parted at the scene. The stinging in her arm from the quite large cut evaporating from her mind —she wanted that with Edward, and so yeah she was mildly jealous, but there isn’t much she could do about it. Edward was.. Edward and she was .. well herself so they probably couldn’t have something as real, as true and as openly affectionate as that.

And hearing the faint sound of you and Jasper sharing a passionate kiss upstairs, then presumably Jasper whining at the loss of contact —she was almost green with envy.

But haven’t you heard Isabella? Jealousy provokes wrinkles.

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CHARLIE SWAN AS AN INCUBUS

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GARRETT

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