WHERE CAN I READ SOME EMMA D'ARCY FANFICS 😩😩
Watching the elections hurts so bad. Because it’s no longer they voted for someone I dislike. It is they
- voted against my right for disability accommodation
- they voted against my sister right to love who she wants
- they voted against my friends feeling comfortable in there skin
- they voted against my mother being worth more than a wife
They voted against me and the people I love. They voted against our fundamental rights. And seeing HOW MANY fucking hurts. Do 62 million people really hate my existence that bad? Do 62 million people really think my sister doesn’t deserve happiness? Do 62 million people really see my mother as nothing more than a uterus?
Can 62 million people really be this hateful?
Request by anonymous
Backstage at the Montreal Screwjob, Y/n stood with their children, anxiously watching the unfolding events of the match. As Bret Hart's wife, she knew how important this night was for him. Little did she know the shocking betrayal that awaited them.
The tension in the air was thick as Y/n witnessed the merciless plot unfold on the monitor. Her heart sank as Shawn Michaels locked Bret into the sharpshooter, and then, the sound of the bell rang through the arena. It was over. Bret had been robbed of his championship title right before their eyes.
A surge of anger coursed through Y/n's veins as she hastily made her way through the chaos backstage. The emotions within her were too powerful to be contained. She sought out Vince McMahon and Shawn Michaels, the architects of this despicable act, determined to vent her fury.
When Y/n finally found them, there was fire in her eyes and venom in her words. She unleashed a torrent of curses and accusations, expressing her disbelief and disgust at their deceitful actions. Her voice echoed through the halls, causing heads to turn and ears to listen.
Through it all, Bret watched, his face a mix of pain and frustration. He felt the weight of the betrayal crushing him, but seeing Y/n standing up for him so fiercely, he knew he wasn't alone in this battle.
As the adrenaline subsided, Y/n's anger gave way to worry and sadness. She approached Bret, their children close by her side, their expressions mirroring concern and love. Y/n gently reached out, her hand finding its place on Bret's arm, grounding him in their unwavering support.
In a moment of vulnerability, Bret slumped against a nearby wall, emotionally drained. Y/n moved closer, enveloping him in her embrace, offering solace in their shared pain. Together, they held back tears, finding strength in each other's presence.
Their children, sensing the heaviness in the room, stepped forward. With teary eyes, they spoke words of comfort and admiration for their father. They expressed their appreciation for his unwavering dedication, his unmatched talent, and the love he had shown them throughout their lives.
In that moment, Y/n and their children became Bret's pillars of strength. Their words of love and gratitude broke through the darkness, reminding him of the impact he had made as a husband and father. The pain of the betrayal still lingered, but with Y/n and their children by his side, Bret knew he would rise above it all.
Together, they would navigate the aftermath of the Montreal Screwjob, supporting each other unconditionally and ensuring that the bond of their family remained unbreakable.
Bret and the reader sat together, enjoying a evening. They had been in a loving relationship for four years, cherishing each's company and sharing their deepest secrets. Or so the reader thought.
In the midst of their conversation, the air suddenly shifted, and the reader could sense that something was off. Bret's eyes narrowed as he stared into her soul, searching for answers. His voice trembled with disbelief as he finally found the to ask the question that had been plaguing his mind for some time.
"Are you...a vampire?" Bret's voice quivered with a mix of suspicion and fear.
The reader's heart sank, realizing that her carefully guarded secret had been exposed. Panic surged through her veins, unsure of how Bret would react to the truth. She took a moment to compose herself before finally admitting, "Yes, Bret, I am a vampire."
A profound silence filled the room as Bret absorbed the weight of her confession. Conflicting emotions flashed across his face – betrayal, confusion, and a hint of fear. The reader desperately searched his eyes for a sign of understanding, hoping that their love would prevail over this revelation.
However, Bret stood up abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. His expression hardened with resolve. "How could you keep something like this from me? For four years, I've trusted you completely, and yet, you've been hiding such a significant part of yourself." His voice cracked with emotional turmoil.
Tears welled up in the reader's eyes as she tried to explain, "I was afraid, Bret. Afraid of losing you, of being rejected for what I am. I didn't want my true nature to overshadow the love we shared."
Bret's shoulders slumped, his anger softening into a mix of sadness and resignation. "Love should be built on trust and honesty. By keeping this secret, you've compromised the foundation of our relationship. I need time to process all of this."
With that, Bret walked towards the door, leaving the reader behind in a whirlwind of emotions. She watched as he disappeared into the night, her heart shattered by the consequences of her decision.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, but Bret never returned. The reader was left with an aching void and the bitter realization of how costly her silence had been. She learned the hard way that hiding her true self could lead to losing the one she loved most.
Through the pain, the reader found solace in the learned. She vowed to embrace her vampire identity openly and honestly, knowing that true love would come when both parties accepted each other completely. The experience taught her the importance of trust,, and the courage to be authentic in every aspect of life.
And so, as the passed, the reader carried the memory of Bret and their lost love, always striving to live life free from secret burdens and unspoken truths.
do people still read grey’s fics?? idk, if u guys do im opening requests.
i will write for amelia shepherd; addison montgomery; meredith grey; jo wilson; arizona robbins; callie torres; april kepner; and lexie grey. im open to writing for others though, depending on the request.
im open to writing smut, fluff, hurt/comfort, and angst with a happy ending. i’ll cover pretty much any sensitive topic because i deal with a lot of them, if im not ok with it i’ll just say no.
im masc presenting, so idk itll kinda align with that. probably more gender neutral stuff though because it seems more appropriate.
follow my main blog to see some of my works. though based around scream, i feel like itll be good for u guys to see my writing style n decide if that’s something ur into. if ur not, i am absolutely open to criticism. i’m a writer, though i’m a young writer who could improve. i would like to know how to do so.
again, check out the main blog - @scream4ash
now more than ever, it is imperative that you spend time with people you love and doing things that you love. be prepared but please please please don't dwell on things that have yet to happen. you have to have hope for a better future in order to build one. it's gonna be okay. we're gonna make it. i love you.
Imagine telling Bret that your Pregnant…
Y/n POV
Omg, omg, omg, I am so damn nervous and right now it’s almost time for Bret to come back. I’ve been keeping it a secret about a week that we finally pregnant. After a year of trying we’re finally pregnant. After getting the box ready with the pregnancy test and holding the blindfold I sat in the kitchen. I heard the car pulled up the driveway and I headed towards the front door and waited. I tried to keep my composure and not showing my nervousness.
I see him walking with bags in his hands and open the door.
“Hey baby what are you doing in the living room without the tv on.”
“W-well I have a surprise so sit the bags on the chair and put on the blindfold on me please.”
“Ook hopefully it’s not scary and good.”
“Boy shut up and do it please I’m sure you’ll love it.”
“Yes ma’ma.”
He grabbed the blindfold and put it over his eyes. I grabbed his hands and walked him to the kitchen table and till he said some dumb shit.
“Babe I’m nervous and scare because you like to play a lot.”
“Bret come on it’s not funny and this is serious ok for me and you both.”
“Alright ok I’m stop joking.”
I sat down and let go of his hands and told him that he can look now. Taking off the blindfold and look into the box and noticed a huge smile on his face.
“Omg gosh your pregnant baby.”
Picking me up and spinning me around and kisses me softly.
“Yes I kept this secret for a week and I went to the doctor the another day without you knowing and after a year of trying were finally Bret. Finally we starting the family we always wanted babe.”
He holds my face and wipes my tears gently off my face and put his hand on my belly.
“I’m so happy and this is the best gift and surprise ever! Were finally pregnant and I can’t to start this journey with you.
I couldn’t help but laugh and cry as we hold each other one and sway side to side knowing that our family started to grow bigger and now we able to tell the rest of the family about the new addition to the family. This couldn’t get any better than that.
Ain’t no way Trump just said the government would establish two genders: male and female, in his inauguration speech, and people are still trying to say that queer folks have no need to be scared 😭 fucking losing it
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