In the summer of the 1950s in New York, City, Carol Aird was determined to divorce her husband who makes her feel like she's a living robot. Iris Therese Lawrence was once star-struck by the Wife's beauty. Carol Aird on the other hand, started the first move, which made their hearts a little closer to none, but how can they be together when there are lot of love conflicts Would they survive the upcoming love conflicts? Authors Note: This story is only my ideas and is not taken from the Movie. I hope you all understand. Thank you.

I want to get back into writing, but it's a slow process of finding the motivation. This gives me space to take my time and find joy in it again. I hope you enjoy this quick little story based off of the 2024 Wicked rendition of Galinda Upland and Elphaba Thropp. - I do not own the rights to Wicked!

"Of course, Senator Harris. I'm ready for anything you put on me." Kamala's eyebrow arches, and I realize too late how that might sound. My cheeks burn, and I fight the urge to fan myself. "Good," she says, her tone rich with amusement and something darker. "Because I plan on working you very hard when we get back to the office." The car slows to a stop, and I realize we've arrived at my apartment building. As I gather my things, my hands trembling slightly, Kamala's final words follow me out of the car: "Rest up this weekend. You're going to need it."

Kamala Harris is the president of the United States. You are her new assistant. (wlw)

You're a college student struggling in your political science class, and your professor, Kamala Harris, takes a personal interest in helping you succeed. What starts off as simple academic guidance grows into something more intense as lines blur between the classroom and personal lives. Can this forbidden connection survive the pressures of academia, secrecy, and power imbalances? Or will it all come crashing down? [this is an AU teacher!kamala Harris x college student!reader because I was bored but to my fellow Kamala Harris simps, I hope you enjoy this]

Kamala clears her throat and picks up the paper. Her fingers, long and elegant, hold the statement with the same confidence she wields legislation. "Senator Kamala Harris confirms her relationship with model and political consultant Giselle Woods-Kennedy. The couple met during Ms. Woods-Kennedy's internship in Washington, but their romantic relationship began well after the professional association ended. Both are committed to transparency and maintaining the highest ethical standards. They ask for privacy as they navigate this new chapter of their lives together." I close my eyes, letting the words sink in. When I open them, Kamala is watching me, a rare vulnerability in her gaze. "When do you want to release it?"