"TRUMP WON??"
Y/N gaped at the phone, looking at the election results with Obama and his best friend.
"I-i thought that this c-c-country would get better if...if.."
Obama held the crying lady in his arms, patting her back.
"It's okay, Harris. I know you wanted to win. Some things just aren't meant to be, sweetie.."
"B-but...I- I wanted t-to be a..a femininomenon!!!!11 b-but I l-lost to a..a convicted f-felon when I-I'm a m-motherfrucking prosecutor.."
Kamala Harris sobbed a little more, shaking as tears fell down her not-latina eyes. Y/N patted her back a bit, unsure of what to do.
"Uh..sorry bout that, Kamala..I'm just gonna...I'm just gonna go."
And with that they left.
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Meanwhile Trump, along with one of his first ladies, Putin, recently cured of aids, celebrated together in the Oval Office, the two excitedly making their plans for the future presidency.
Putin ecstatically pranced around the room, his hello kitty light up sneakers glowing red white and blue.
"I can't believe you're president again!!!1"
"I know, right? I'm so freaking awesome." says Trump, decorating the office with fairy lights and Puella Magi Madoka Magica posters.
"Don't forget the MLP merch!"
Putin carried in a box of My Little Pony plushies, posters, figurines and coasters, setting it down with a huff.
"Where do you want this, pookie?"
Trump turned to the box, taking a mason jar from it, a rather traumatized rainbow dash figurine inside.
"I got this, Putin-poo. Just put the stickers on the desk and put the pinkie pie lip gloss over on the gaming setup I just got in. Oh, and those twilight sparkle thigh highs can go...right on my beautiful legs rn."
Putin smiled, putting them on Trump and going back to the desk, putting apple jack stickers everywhere.
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At home, Kim Jong sat, palms sweaty. Knees weak, arms were heavy, vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti, he was nervous. After Y/N explained what had really happened, he felt a little better, yet still paranoid.
What if Trump really decided to cheat?
While the feeling lingered, he knew that just thinking about them would make things worse.
He picked up his pen and, with his chubby hands, wrote a letter to Trump.
"Dear Trump-oppa,
"I have heard from our darling Y/N of our misunderstanding. While I am willing to accept the truth, the thought and idea of one of us betraying the other haunts me still. Please, if you can, prove to me that what we have is real, that I may trust you. I'm not a drama queen, I promise.
"If you truly love me, meet me tomorrow at the Girlypop Nyan Neko Sugar Girl uwu Nya Rawr Gay Fox Furry Femboy Unholy Neko Cat Cafe at 6:00 pm. Please, I implore you, show me the heart that you so claim is mine. When you touch me, then I'll know the truth. Take me to my limit and don't ever forget the feeling.
"I'll be waiting,
Kim Jong Un"
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obama x trump x biden x kim jong un x putin x reader
Non-FictionThey loved eachother. at the same time. This totally won't get scandalous, witty, and ✨spicy✨
