Request by @starobsidianruby
Brown Reader!!!
Suddenly, I heard the front door creak open, and my heart skipped a beat. Could it be Bret? I stood up eagerly, my eyes fixed on the entrance. And there he was, standing in the doorway a wide grin on his face.
"Bret!" I exclaimed, tears already welling up in my eyes. I rushed towards him, unable to contain my emotions any longer. He opened his arms, and I threw myself into his embrace, burying my face in his chest.
I could feel his arms wrap around me, holding me tight. "I missed you so much," I whispered, my voice choked with tears. "It's been so hard without you."
His grip on me tightened, as if he never wanted to let go. "I missed you too, brownY/n," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. "I promise, from now on, I'll take more breaks and spend more time with you. We'll make sure to be together, no matter what."
Tears streamed down my face as I looked up at him, my heart overflowing with love. "Thank you," I managed to say, my voice filled with gratitude. "I love you so much, Bret."
He wiped away my tears gently with his thumb, his eyes filled with tenderness. "I love you too, brownY/n," he whispered. "And I'll do everything in my power to make sure you never have to feel this lonely again."
In that moment, as we held each other tightly, I knew that our love was strong enough to withstand any distance or challenge. And with Bret's promise to prioritize our time together, I felt a renewed sense of hope and happiness.
with the election, ive had far too many of my trans friends joke that if donald trump wins theyre gonna off themselves, and after awhile its gotten into a weird, half serious territory which i cant blame anyone for. it feels really bleak. but in the case that donald trump does win this election i think its important to say, we need you alive.
the best thing you can do in the face of a government who wants you dead is to live.
a large part of people who are heinously transphobic dont know a single trans person. i think i pretty good example of this is chaya raichik, who admitted in an interview that she never knew a trans person. its super easy to believe in the strawman of trans people when you dont know anyone who is trans. people who were previously transphobic say that just knowing a trans person, and realizing that we are just regular people, living our lives is what changed their minds.
i will say that you dont have to be around transphobes and it is not your job to change their minds, but please for the love of god, stay alive. we need you alive.
My american ladies 4b movement is THE movement. Reject all the men. Be celibate and get some toys. And since the men will be violent and since guns will have more rights than us go get one and aim it at any man's dick who wants you
Only why I’m not uploading more Bret Hart Imagines because I actually want people to send me suggestions of what to write. Not just me just writing and now writing random imagines. So if anyone has something for me to write just send me a request.
Hello and welcome to the Bret Hart Imagines
You can request of y’all want me to write down in the comments or in the dms.
What I will write
Smut
Fluff
Sad
Angst
Platonic
Romantic
Family
Gore
Yandere
What I will not write
R*pe
Hard core abuse
Incest
Pedophilia
Non-con
Also this is black reader/Oc/Celebrity because there are barely Black reader anything. Another thing I would not use his REAL children or wife’s!!!
it really just strikes me how many americans are just.. selfish. how many simply dont care about anyone but themselves. sure trump will cause so so much harm to so so many people, but im not one of them, and he says he'll fix the one thing that does affect me, so of course ill vote for him. sure trump is really bad, but harris isnt perfect, so of course i just wont vote at all. trump and harris are the same, so of course ill vote third party
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.
Reminder for when he “saves” it. He was the one who wanted this, and now he gets to be the hero and win favour with young constituents. Don’t give him the credit for fixing his own problem.
This sounds like something from The Handmaid’s Tale, ffs.
no more abortion rights
no more trans rights
no more board of education
no more progress in climate change
no more ukraine
no more palestine
no more safety
no more freedom
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