Just Gonna Leave This Here

Why is almost no one posting on Wattpad anymore or even here, like I want something to read after a hard day but most people have shifted to AO3 that has a problem almost every week.

how did they let this happen Again?

idk something about being a girl and having 2016 be the first election I remember and this being the first election I am actually politically aware of just sucks and I know she hasn’t lost yet and there still is hope but like really is a woman that much worse than that man. And I know it’s not just about gender, it’s also about politics, but this reminds me too much of my math classes throughout middle and high school. I love this country, every speck of my souls belongs to it, but sometimes.

Fuck Donald Duck Trump

this blog hates donald trump

Respect My Wife

Request: No

In the bustling corridors of the White House, where the echoes of history mingled with the pressing issues of the present, Vice President Kamala Harris stood with a fierce determination in her eyes. It was a day like any other, filled with meetings and briefings, but her mind was elsewhere—focused on Y/N, her beloved wife, who had recently found herself the target of unwarranted criticism from none other than Donald Trump.

Y/N had always been a beacon of strength, a voice of reason, and a source of unwavering support for Kamala. But in the wake of Trump's latest tirade, which had twisted Y/N's words and intentions, Kamala felt a protective instinct surge within her. She was not just the Vice President; she was a partner, and she would not stand idly by while the man who once occupied the highest office in the land hurled baseless accusations.

As the news broke, Kamala's phone buzzed with alerts, the headlines flashing across the screen. Trump’s comments dripped with condescension, belittling Y/N's contributions and character. It was a low blow, a tactic designed to undermine not just Y/N but the values they both stood for. With every word she read, Kamala's resolve hardened.

Gathering her staff, Kamala conveyed her thoughts with clarity and passion. "We cannot let this stand. Y/N deserves respect and support, not the petty attacks of a man who has proven time and again that he thrives on division and disrespect." Her voice resonated in the room, igniting a fire in the hearts of those around her.

Later that day, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the White House, Kamala found Y/N in their private quarters. Y/N looked up, a mixture of weariness and determination painted across their face. Kamala approached, her expression softening as she took Y/N's hands in hers. "I saw what he said," Y/N admitted, their voice steady but tinged with hurt. "It’s just noise, Kamala. I can handle it."

But Kamala shook her head, her brow furrowing with concern. "It's not just noise when it comes from someone like him. You’ve worked too hard, and you deserve better. I won't let him diminish what you’ve accomplished or who you are." There was a fierce light in her eyes, a protective fire that spoke volumes about her love and commitment.

In that moment, Y/N felt a swell of gratitude. Kamala’s strength had always been a source of inspiration, but this was different. It was a reminder that they were in this together, facing the storms of public scrutiny side by side.

“Let him throw his shade,” Kamala continued, her voice steady. “He’s just mad that he doesn’t have what we have. Love, integrity, and a vision for a better future.”

Y/N smiled, a warmth spreading through them as Kamala leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to their forehead. “We’ll rise above this. Together.”

As the night deepened, Kamala knew that the political landscape could be tumultuous, but with Y/N by her side, she felt invincible. They would confront whatever challenges lay ahead, hand in hand, heart to heart, undeterred by the words of those who sought to tear them apart. Together, they would shine brighter than any shadow cast by the past.

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"Yeah, I'm gonna have to pull that top down and get your tits out, Miss..."

Blind Rage

Requests by anonymous pt 2

As Bret's rival landed a brutal blow on Y/n everything seemed to blur in vision. The world around him faded into the background as a fiery rage consumed him. Adrenaline surged through his veins, heightening his senses and sharpening each of his reactions.

In that moment, Bret's focus zeroed in on Y/n, lying wounded on the ground. His heart raced, his chest tightened, and an overwhelming protectiveness took hold of him. The sight of Y/n in pain ignited a fierce anger within him, burning bright like a wildfire.

Bret's vision turned red as he confronted the rival who had dared to harm the person he cared for. Every ounce of rationality vanished as the blinding rage consumed him. Thoughts became secondary, replaced by an overwhelming need for vengeance, justice, and to ensure Y/n's safety.

With swift, calculated movements, Bret lunged at his rival, channeling his fury into each punch, kick, and strike. The sound of bones cracking and the thud of impact filled the air, drowned out by the roaring anger pulsating through him. He fought with a ferocity that he had never felt before, fueled by his love for Y/n and the deep-rooted need to protect them at all costs.

Nothing else mattered in that moment. All that existed was the thirst for retribution, the desire to make his rival pay for daring to harm Y/n. Every blow that landed spoke volumes, telling the story of Bret's unwavering devotion and loyalty. The raw power behind his punches mirrored his determination to defend Y/n, even if it meant sacrificing himself in the process.

As Bret relentlessly fought, his vision remained clouded by fury, his mind consumed by an unyielding need to bring justice to his fallen love. The world seemed to shrink, leaving only Y/n's wellbeing as his sole purpose. No matter the cost, no matter the pain, Bret would ensure that his rival faced the consequences for their actions.

In the midst of the chaos and violence, Bret's love for Y/n burned brighter than ever. Blinded by rage, he fought with a singular focus, a determination that knew no limits. And when the dust settled, and he stood victorious over his rival, it was not only a testament to his strength but also a declaration of his unconditional love for Y/n.