Thanos x Donald Trump // Fanfiction

Episode I

Trump woke up from his sleep. He slowly and tiredly sat up. He was still on his coutch, and his back hurt. Donald was angry at himself for not going to his bedroom last night. The man yawned and streched his back and arms, with a deep exhale at the end. He looked at his clock.

7:45. His school would start at 8:00.

The student remember something. Thanos, he was going to talk to Thanos. He quickly got up and dug the new school uniform from his bag. He had bought last nigh. It was a dark blueish suit. He suited up and looked himself in the hallway mirror.
- Looking good! He said to his reflection while doing finger guns at it. Trump saw from his window that the bus was already at the bus-stop next to his house. He took his bag and rushed outside.

....

Donald Trump got off the yellow bus. He would've gladly stayed at his seat. It was soft, and his back was still aching. The he suddenly fell down.
- Hahaha! Loser!
Kim... Of course.
- Keep your lunch money ready for me, dweeb, the boy said, and walked away with his friend group. Trump gave them a displeased look, but none of them saw it. Maybe it was a good thing. A muscular, purple hand appeared in front of Trump. He glared up and saw him. Thanos.
- Are you alright? Thanos asked him. Trump wondered if there was legit worry in his voice.
- Yeah..., the smaller man took the purple hand, wich lifted him up in a second. He wasn't prepared for Daddy-Thanos to be that strong, and he was pulled centimeters from his purple face. Wait... Did he just think of him as... "Daddy-Thanos"?

- Uhh... They both mumbled akwardly while they separated. Trump quickly realised he already missed the hot body. His wild thoughts were interrupted as Thanos spoke:
- You... didn't reply to my messages.
- I did to the first one.
Thanos rolled his eyes.
- Ha ha ha... Real funny. Did you know I sent you more?
How much more had he sent? Trump thought about checking his phone, but decided not to. This could be a once-in-a-lifetime situation.
- No, I went to sleep early. What did you say?
- I asked if you were okay. I saw Kim Jong Un beating you the day before. I would've interviened but I was already in my parents car, so.
- It's nothing. I'm fine, Trump didn't want to talk about that asshole. He looked away from Thanos.

Thanos gently grabbed his cheek and turned his head to his direction. Donald caught himself staring at Thanos' lips. He also knew Thanos realised that. Their faces got closer. Slowly. No... this was wrong, somehow. Their lips were millimeters from each other when Trump opened his eyes and pulled away.
- I..., he tried, but nothing came out. He decided to just sprint to his class. He started running, leaving Thanos standing alone at the bus-stop.