Yes, Hi, Um Pls Give Us A Part Two!!!

Yes, hi, um pls give us a part two!!!

I literally loved this!!

Drunk Confessions

pairings: James Patrick March x reader

warnings: drunk james, if it's even a warning. But no violence don't worry.

summary: You are married to James Patrick March because of an organized marriage, but you don't feel nothing for him, and he surely don't feel anything for you. Or does he?

A/N: this is settled in the 20' when James was still alive. also I'm thinking about doing pt.2, tell me if you want it :)

One year and 265 days. That's how long you've been married to James Patrick March. Before your wedding, you barely knew him. And now, you shared with him the last name, your life, and the Hotel he had just ultimated.

You didn't shared any kind of actual relationship. You consumed your wedding only the night after the pronunciation of your vows, but never again after that. You didn't loved each other, and not even the act of making love could bring a little sparkle between the two of you.

You hated him? Definitely. He always treated you in horrible ways. Calling you name that you would never repeat neither to your worst enemy, and being an awful husband. The first days it was good, you even tried to start some kind of friendship, but just as he was starting to open, the day after it made clear how much he despised you.

You weren't complaining out loud that your parents choosed him to live with you for the rest of your life, but oh if you did. Never a gift, a dinner out, or just a small compliment. He didn't loved you, you didn't loved him. But could he at least try? You always did your best to make it work for the both of you, but you just end up being his little maid.

When he was home at least. He was always busy with something the concerned the hotel, or some other business that he didn't want you to know. You were currently in your shared room, sitting on your bed reading a book. He was currently out for some business regarding once again the building, and you were left alone.

Flipping between the pages, you heard a noise coming from the hallway. Just before you could got up to go check what the noise was, the door to your room opened, revealing your very drunk husband. "Shhh."

He brought his finger to his lips, probably trying to silence the door. A giggle escaped your mouth, but you tried to keep it quiet since you wanted to enjoy this show a little more. "My wife is sleeping and you loud door, need to make less noise."

How sweet of him. You though rolling your eyes. He turned around making his way to the bathroom, before bumping into a small table. "Ugh you little table! Don't your heard what i told the door?" He moved the table away and went to the bathroom. After that it was silent for a couple of minutes, until he came in the room again, dressed in his night robe.

You pretended to be asleep as he put himself to bed, under the covers with you. "And who are you exactly?" He asked you. He's so drunk he doesn't even recognize me? "Who do you think i am?" You asked back, enjoying the situation. "Not my wife for sure. You're not beautiful as she is, but again, no one really is. No offense dear, I'm sure you're quite a beauty too."

You started blushing immediately. You couldn't help it. Still, you couldn't believe your hears. Did he just made you a compliment? "You think so?" You kept playing with him, wanting to know more about it. "I sure do. Everyone with a pair of eyes could tell it." You didn't know how to answer. It was probably the alcool talking.

He looked up at the ceiling before spoking again. "I must admit, i never treated the way she deserves. Bad james, bad!" He slapped himself as a way to punish himself and, once again, you were speechless. "She's a creature from heaven. My marriage with her was such a delightful experience for me, but i realized that i can't love her. I can't." He made a pause breathing slowly, then he talked again.

"Love is a weakness. That's what my father always said. I don't know if that's true, but for what I do, it's better keeping her out of it, and i just thought that making her believe that i hated her would have helped. What do you think, stranger lady?" He turned to you. Your mouth slightly open, your mind was refusing to believe what he just said while your heart, well, your heart was already on cloud seven.

You stuttered something. "I, I... You love her?" You asked, almost scared of the answer. He sighed. "Eh, I'm afraid that my plan didn't worked, because I do love her." You let a few tears ran down your cheeks. For all this time, the only thing you ever desired was for James to just at least appreciate you, or what you did for him. And now, he have loved you for all this time?

You quickly wiped your tears away, in hope that James didn't noticed them. "Does she loves me too? In your opinion." "Well, do you think she loves you? After the way you treat her everyday? After what you call her? Have you ever complimented her?" You answered him, maybe more harshly than you wanted it to be.

But could someone blame you? He has always treated you like some nothing, and now he loved you? "Yeah, she could never love me, could she? Oh dear lord, i sound like some little girl with her first crush." There was a long pause after that, where he closed his eyes.

You though he was asleep, and right before you were about to, you heard his voice again. "y/n? You awake?" You didn't answered. Did he knew it was you all along? "Of course you're not, you lazy woman. Bah, never mind, keep sleeping." These were his last words before he truly fell asleep. You on the other hand, highly doubted that you could have sleep that night.

Ma’am, I need more.

But, of course, pls work at your own pace and comfort

Jasper x Bella fanfic requested by Anon :)

The soft beat of her heart called to him.

Forgetting about the book he'd been reading, Jasper Hale tensed as soon as the scent of blood and lavender intermingled in the air. Even as he sat on the leather seat in his study with the door shut, he could practically sense her presence seeping through the cracks of the doorframe. He had to hold his breath, clenching his jaw until his teeth ached when the sting of venom flooded his mouth.

He'd intended to run away, escape before anyone could notice, and feign disinterest in the human he'd once offered to kill to protect his family. But Alice was suddenly beside him before he could stand from his seat, a smile on her lips as she took his hand in hers, "You won't hurt her."

The surety in her words did little to console him as Jasper allowed the pixie to pull him close behind her. His stoic demeanor slowly masked the trepidation stirring inside him as he straightened and schooled his face to appear cold and distant.

It was impossible to ignore the girl's scent the moment she walked into the room, hand in hand with Edward, who had somehow fallen in love with a human. A human who was now welcomed with open arms by Carlisle and Esme. A young woman who would become "great friends" with Alice and a sister to Emmett. No matter how perplexed Jasper was to have a human in their lives, he wasn't nearly as hostile as Rosalie was when she seethed with jealousy at the sight of Bella.

The need to sink his teeth in her was almost overpowering, and it would have been had he not forced himself to focus on the fast beating of her heart as Alice wrapped her arms around her. Affection for the girl filling his senses when Alice beamed at her.

There was a small hint of fear that flowed in his direction when Bella looked at him, but there was also...wonder. A raw emotion inside him sprouted when she spoke to him for the first time, granting him a small awkward smile when he nodded in acknowledgment.

Betraying his instincts would be the most difficult thing Jasper has ever had to do, but the more he got to know Bella Swan, felt her troubled yet gentle emotions, the more he slowly convinced himself that he would indeed not harm her.

Because for Edward—for his family—he would not harm her.

That had been true, truer than anything Jasper had ever obsessed over in his immortal existence.

Until Bella's birthday, and he realized that he truly had no control over the monster that loomed over his shoulders—that urged him forward when a single drop of her blood ran down her index finger. The sound of her blood hitting the carpet making his entire body lock up as he instantly held his breath. But it wasn't Jasper who was about to lunge for Bella...

No, no no!

When he sensed Edward's need to kill permeate the room, Jasper charged for him before it was too late. Before Bella would be killed by the man she trusted and loved.

Edward!

Edward's eyes darkened when he read his brother's mind, instantly reining in the predator inside and replacing it with anger as he shoved Bella behind him and restrained Jasper when he charged.

The feral look in both their eyes as they came face to face was what spurred the other to react, Carlisle and Emmett wrapping their arms around both of them before they started fighting and harmed someone else. Jasper's growl resounded from within his chest as Edward wrapped his hand around his neck to prevent him from attacking.

I know what you want. But, stop now before it's too late. You can't hurt her, Edward! Not like this...

As he's hauled away by Emmett and Alice, the only thing Jasper could do was snap his teeth as a fraction of Edward's guilt swept over him before his thirst was awakened once more. When Edward turned to face Bella and found her even more injured than a simple paper cut, red blood running down the inside of her arm as she sat up in a daze. Crystals and ruined roses scattered on the floor around her. But before Edward could lay a hand on her as Jasper had expected him to, Carlisle kneeled next to the girl and inspected the damage done.

The distressed look on Bella's face as she watched Jasper get dragged away hurt him more than he thought it would. As if she felt guilty for hurting him. As if that were possible.

Try as he might, the anger and fear his family shared with him was impossible to fight off, and soon, he forced himself to come down to himself. Rejecting the pull that urged him to go back into that room and stand beside Bella, to know that she was alright.

Edward's emotions were the only ones he focused on as the thirst and want for the human girl in the house remained strong. Clenching his jaw and holding his breath once more, Jasper shut his eyes and begged, Don't hurt her, Edward. Please, don't hurt her.

That night, Jasper couldn't help but follow after them back to Bella's home, wanting to know Bella would be safe if Edward lost his control once more.

Jasper had been horrified that he'd taken the blame for a slip of his brother's control and created bigger chaos for wanting to protect Bella. Regardless of how unjust it was, he allowed Carlisle and Esme to convey their disappointment for him and Alice's hurt that she hadn't seen this happen. To protect his brother, Jasper gave up the truth...but maybe it was to hide his own truth as well. Why had he reacted in such a way? Why did he lose control of himself so easily to protect Bella when he'd wanted to kill her long ago to prevent this very thing from happening?

The empath had expected himself to slip up and try to kill her—he hadn't expected Edward to be the one to do so. Not Edward, of all people.

Watching from the tree line beside her home, hidden by the shadows, he watched her own shadow move behind the curtain of her bedroom as she paced uneasily back and forth. Clearly still frightened by the events of the night.

Jasper conveyed his lament and affection for the girl he'd unknowingly started to care for and when she paused in front of the window, he stepped further away before she could see him.

Jasper was utterly unaware that he'd never felt love for her the same way Emmett or Carlisle did. That wasn't the sort of affection he felt for Bella Swan—it never was. It was different...

Jasper left with a sigh of resignation when he felt Bella's emotions settle, and exhaustion took over her body and mind as she slipped into a deep sleep.

Hoping to ask for her forgiveness the next day, if she was willing to hear him out, he returned home and faced the consequences of his and Edward's actions.

Unaware that he would soon be betrayed by the fact that Edward knew that Jasper was Bella's true mate all along.

Thanks for reading x

BellaSwanHotTake™️- Numero Uno

jacob: *gives bella a high five*

bella: *high fives him back* *regrets it* “ouch”

jacob: “are you okay? what happened?”

bella: “oh, i’m fine. burned myself.”

jacob: “how?”

bella: *mumbles incoherently*

jacob: “huh?”

bella: “i was making charlie some banana bread and i pulled the tray out of the oven because i thought i had oven mitts on. i did not.”

jacob: “….”

jacob: “so common sense is pretty uncommon for you, huh?”

seth, who is sitting across from them, eating a slice of banana bread: *concerned chewing*

Sometimes you guys have the worst takes on Bella. And they are all STRETCHES.

Bro, I got “Depth/Maturity”. I like dilfs. This is too accurate

i made a uquiz 

based on vampirism, what quality does your soulmate have to have?

As I said in a previous post; I will be creating more Encanto content along with my usual content.

I would like to introduce you to my newest OC, Lombia

Name: Colombia Reyes

Age: 25

Occupation: Dance Teacher

Background: She moved onto the Encanto from the outside, hoping for a fresh start. Once there, she needed help building and establishing her business, which is where she meets the Madrigals. Her and Isabela are fast friends, and she later befriends Mirabel as well. They give her the nickname, Lombia. She was named after her parents love of Colombia and they were very involved in dances and festivals. They died in a tragic accident, which made Lombia lose herself in grief. Deciding she needed to get away from the bustle of the city and find herself and her passions again, she traveled to the legendary mythical town called Encanto, hoping the trip would give her some perspective, only to find out it was actually real.

Back to her life in Encanto, she has a passion for making people happy and feels the best way to do that is through dance, like her parents did for her. Abuela, who values tradition, modesty, and conservatism, does not approve of Lombia, thinking her provocative and lewd. Abuela thinks she’s a nice enough girl, and very pretty, but wishes Lombia would teach and practice more “appropriate” dances.

She’s over at the casita fairly often, and is very likable, but somewhat dorky and is very clumsy when not dancing. She loves aquqfrescas, particularly watermelon and mango. You can usually find her playing with the local children or dancing by the riverside with the flowing water and graceful butterflies.

If you want to actually see her and what she looks like, I have a TikTok account called @onlinelibrarian where I’ve posted a drawing of her!

you know a fanfic author is new to smut when they write the steamiest foreplay known to man…

then have the actual sex be the most vanilla shit ever