I Would Take A Bullet For You

I Would Take A Bullet For You

Pairing: Joe Biden x Donald Trump

Summary: After Trump's assassination attempt, Biden is distraught. He needs to go check up on his secret lover in the hospital.

Trigger warnings ⚠️: suicide

"Donald?" Joe Biden repeated once again as he walked through the hospital. He finally found his room and the secret service guards quickly stepped inside to let him in.

Joe walked into the room, Donald's head was now bandaged up and he was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed.

Donald looked up as Joe approached his bed. "Joe..? You're here..."

Joe immediately moved forward, standing right in front of him now. "Of course I'm here." He slowly reached out to take his hand in his. "I was worried.."

"Don't be.. I'm still alive after all" Donald smirked.

Joe smiled at Donald's optimistic and confident attitude, it was one of the things he loved the most about him. But his smile quickly faded as the thought of Donald dying plagued his mind.

"I don't... I don't know what I would've done if I lost you" Joe's eyes locked with his, his voice filled with emotion.

"Don't worry, Joey.. I'm right here" Donald reassured him softly, bringing his hand up to cup his cheek. The sensation brought butterflies to the older man's stomach.

"I know, I was just so worried, Donald.." Joe whispered.

Joe knew that the feelings they had for each other had to stay a secret, but sometimes he wished for a world where they could declare their love for one another without shame. The thought brought a bittersweet smile to Joe's face.

"Can I kiss you?" Joe asked as he leaned in.

"Always." Donald replied, their lips connected in a passionate and emotional kiss.

Caught in the moment, neither of them noticed the security guard walk back into the room to check on Trump. Trump caught the man's eye and quickly pulled away from Joe.

Joe noticed this and frowned, he knew that Donald was more nervous about people finding out than he was. There was even a small part of Joe that wanted people to find out, he didn't like holding in this secret.

The security guard left the room without saying a word.

Donald avoided Joe's gaze before Joe spoke up again.

"What are you afraid of?" He asked the man.

Donald looked back up at Joe, "This... This isn't supposed to happen. We're supposed to be enemies.." Donald said.

Joe put a hand on his shoulder, rubbing him with his thumb.

"Maybe.. but maybe we're meant to be together." Joe spoke softly, trying to comfort his lover.

Donald got lost in Joe's ocean eyes, his breath catching in his throat. "I think I love you" he suddenly blurted out.

Joe's eyes widened in surprise but a smile spread across his face.

"I love you too, Donny" Joe leaned in again to give him a kiss on his forehead. "I've always loved you."

Donald's heart raced at Joe's confession, he had never felt this happy in his entire life.

But Donald quickly reminded himself that this wasn't right and he pulled away.

Joe frowned again and opened his mouth to speak but Donald cut him off.

"Joe.. I- I can't.." His voice cracked.

"Donald, look at me." Joe cupped his cheek again, forcing his eyes to meet his. "We can do this."

Donald looked into his eyes, "What happens if the world finds out?"

"They can think whatever they want to think, but we'll always have each other. So whatever they say, it doesn't matter." Joe's words were encouraging, he was hoping that Donald would agree and they could finally come out.

Donald hesitated for a moment before he spoke again, his eyes filled with determination and trust. "Okay."

Joe smiled "Okay?" He asked again, making sure he was being honest. "You want to tell the world?"

Donald nodded and smiled, "I want them to know how much I love you."

Joe smiled and pulled him into a hug.

"you're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Donny" Joe whispered in his ear.

"You are too, Joey. I've never been happier" Donald said as he held him tighter.

Joe spent that night in his hospital room and they made love until the early hours of the morning.

The next day, Donald had to appear on live TV after his assassination attempt. It was almost time for him to go on and he tried his best to hide his nerves, he stood up straight and walked to the stand.

Donald spoke about his usual stuff until he finally mentioned Joe.

"And there is something else I have to tell America" he spoke, his voice loud with conviction. "Joe Biden and I.. Are in love."

The crowd went quiet for a moment until Joe walked up to Donald and joined him. Donald wrapped his arm around his waist and leaned in for a kiss.

Joe and Donald shared a passionate kiss in front of live television, Donald knew he should be worried, even ashamed, but he had never felt happier. As they pulled away, the crowd erupted in cheers as Donald and Joe smiled for the camera, holding hands.

*10 years later*

Donald and Joe proceeded to spend the rest of their lives together, they bought a home and raised a family together and this was the happiest any of them have ever felt.

Though the happiness didn't last because Joe eventually fell sick.

After months of hospital visits and medicine, Joe ended up passing away. The grief and sorrow Donald felt was unlike any he had ever felt before.

And the pain of his loss sadly brought Donald to take his own life so he could be with Joe again.

The End

(putting this in a post because a comment has a character limit apparently)

my personal look at names is a rather traditional one (i guess), but that's just my take: most people don't name themselves, they get their name from their parents. it is meant/supposed to be a gesture of love from the people who raised you.

so option nr. 1 is asking your parents. imo this also shows that you love/appreciate/honor them despite "rejecting" your birth name. maybe your parents thought of another name for you before you were born. if not, consider asking them to give you suggestions for a name.

now, i understand that this isn't possible for everyone, because some people might have a terrible relationship with their parents (e.g. due to transphobia) or their parents are dead or whatever. there are other options:

- take the genderswapped version of your birth name (in your case just your birth name ig)

- and imo the best alternative: ask someone else who loves and cherishes you. bonus points if it's a relative or someone who watched you grow up.

as i said, this is just my personal take and there aren't actually any rules to naming yourself. i just kind of like this traditional touch to it. in the end, if your loved ones give you a name you find absolutely awful, it would probably be better if you pick one yourself. you have to be comfortable with your name, after all.

hi tumblr (or just whoever manages to find this) i was hoping for some transmasc name change advice?

so ive been thinking about my name a lot recently. i have a pretty masculine given name (ryan) but ive been thinking about possibly changing it? and i feel like i dont really need to change my name since its already masculine, but a lot of the time when im referred to as ryan, it just doesn’t feel right. and i was hoping for some advice maybe? thank you guys so much 😭😭

There are two basic arguments for shutting the fuck up about cishets at Pride.

First: What if a trans kid asks their parents to show their support by attending Pride with them? What if a lesbian can only attend pride if she gets a ride from someone and the only person willing and able to drive her is her straight brother? What if a bi disabled person can't attend a large outdoor event without hands-on assistance from their straight partner? What if someone just wants to bring their fucking friends? What if, contrary to popular tumblr discourse, most queers don't inhabit perfectly pure social bubbles populated only by other queers? What if it's none of your business?

Second and perhaps more important: If you think you can tell that someone is CIS, let alone HET, by LOOKING at them, you are a cop and an idiot.

if times are getting any more crazy we'll see megachurch pastors go "and last night, GOD came down to me in a dream, i had a vision, where, GOD HIMSELF, TOLD ME, that, he said.. "samuel i have a message for you.." and he said, that THIS CHURCH, THIS VERY CHURCH that you're standing in, should be.. no, HAS TO BE.. SPONSORED BY NORD VPN. because nord vpn is the ONLY vpn that GOD supports"

if you hear a voice inside of you, telling you "it's ok, we've had long hair before, maybe we look better with longer hair, getting a haircut is risky", just know that that's the devil

btw anyone who shaved their heads bc of this blog. you havent trimmed it in a while, havent you? shave it again today. maybe go shorter than before

I think Benson would've tried to get to the Capitol on Jan 6th, but I think his car would've broken down in the middle of nowhere and he'd get irrationally angry over it and the only person to drive by for hours would be some stupid punk that only went "your car broke down? aww, sucks, man!" while driving by. And then Benson would start sobbing because all the bad luck and awful things he's trying to suppress would come crashing down on him and he'd cry for like a solid hour and contemplate suicide right there.

If one of his friends/neighbors ask him how that day was, he'll say it was fun before switching the topic.

RIP Benson you would have loved complaining about electric cars and white claw and subscription services. missed out on being such a toxic middle aged bitch. sad!