Donald Trump x Reader

Chapter 3

Donald Trump slowly walked over to y/n, as he held his love letter close in his hands. It was white with a large, pink heart imprinted on the front.

"Do you think Y/N would like this?" Trump-Kun asked Joe Biden quizzically.

"Probably not." he responded with a small smirk.

"Well bold of you to think I give a damn on what you think Sleepy Joe!"

Joe Biden turned to Trump. "At least I actually respect people and allow same-sex marriage." Joe Biden scowled.

Suddenly, the two men turned heads. Y/n gracefully strolled down the hallway, her arms detached from her body and her head was tilted at a 90 degree angle like it was broken.

"Oh my god! There's Y/N. Her perfect hair, her perfect eyes, her perfect body parts, her perfect sex trafficking look!" Donald Trump pulled down his pants and fell over. "Omg Y/N" Donald Trump screamed. "Um I'm outta here, I'm glad I'm not homophobic because I would've turned into that." Joe Biden said, sprinting off.

Trump caught up to Joe Biden. "Oh my fucking God, Sleepy Joe. Why did you run?" Trump asked, out of breath with how many pounds he had on his body. Joe biden sighed, "I may be old, but I'm not homophobic. Go to Y/N, give her the letter, and go do whatever you want. I'm going to go and uh.. Do sketchy things!" Joe Biden ran off faster than he ever had before.

"Okay, Y/N. Daddy's coming." Trump said, stuffing the letter in his pocket as he ran up to Y/N.

Y/N POV

I looked up and saw Trump run up to me. Well- more like jogging? He was too fat to actually run. Trump came up so close to me there was less than a 2 inch gap between us. I backed up and looked up at him. "Y/N.." He whispered in between heavy panting.

"What is it Donald?" I asked, annoyed. I couldn't bother to call him senpai anymore.

"I-I have this letter for you." he mumbled and gave it to me before running (jogging) off right into a wall. I opened the letter slowly, not wanting to know what he wrote. Every rip felt like a year. I stared at the letter for a bit and then read it.

Dear Y/N,I may be trying to take away LGBT rights, however.. The only thing I never want to be taken is my love from you. I love you more than anything in this world, you may never return my love but know that I love you. You're so hot, I write fanfiction about you when Melania and what's his name, I don't know, my youngest son where everyone wants to 'save' him. I'LL HAVE THOSE TIC TAC BITCHES KNOW THAT MY SON IS LIVING HAPPILY WITH ME AND MELANIA. Anyways Y/N, if you read this and wanna date me, please come to the chestnut tree in the back of the P.E. Field. I have something I need to tell you.

--Your homophobic president, Trump♡

I sighed and shook my head. "I guess I have no choice, do I?" I asked myself, looking at it. The bell rang and I walked to my next class, a mix of hope and despair nagging me. During class I took out my notebook and wrote down how I expected the conversation to go. I had to be prepared for every possible situation with Trump..

Me: Trump-Kun, why did you want me to come here?

Trump: I love you Y/N. It's that simple.

Me: I can't return those feelings, Trump.

Trump: Why not, Y/N? crying

Author: I need to drag out this story as long as I can

"Y/N!" The Teacher shouted. I quickly looked up.

"Uh yes, Mrs. Jensen?"

"Would you like to read that note to the class?"

I got up, took my paper, and walked up to the front of the classroom. I started reading off the scenario I had written. "What the actual fu- I mean, what the heck sweetie?" asked Mrs. Jensen, trying to be as polite as possible but she was kind of a dick.

"Well, I'll explain it later." I responded, smiling nervously. Mrs. Jensen grabbed my paper and stuck it in the drawer with all her cocaine and weed. "Um continuing from where we left off class," she began.

The bell rang to signal school has ended for the day. I sighed and walked out to the chestnut tree. "Trump, what did you need?" I asked him. He turned around, tilting his head.

End of chapter 3 one friend helped me write this so thank you @Prettykittens2014