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The city of Los Angeles was bustling with protests against ICE. Things were being destroyed, people were loud and unhappy, and roads were blocked. The governor, Gavin Newsom himself, couldn’t help but worry. Turning to President Trump, he asks,
“Mr. President, whatever should we do? The people are unhappy about the deportation.”
Trump nods, stuck in his own thoughts.
“Mr. President?” he calls out.
“Oh.” Trump claps back into the present.
He looked over and noticed how bad the protests were getting. He nods again.
"Well?" Newsom asked.
"Well what?"
"Aren't you going to say anything?"
“I suggest you should check it out, Governor Newsome.” Trump suggests.
He nodded. Prepping to leave.
“Good luck.”
And with that, Newsom went out to the protests, trying to dodge any attacks the protesters were making. And that was when he noticed you. Your eyes sparkling with determination, your arms waving up a sign saying fuck ICE. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. You were so damn beautiful. You and him locked eye contact with each other, not looking away for a second. That was when he spoke up.
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“Hello.”
He says as he walks up to you. His toned body, his youthful face, everything about him was perfect. You look away, embarrassment written on your face. He chuckled.
“Don’t be shy, I just wanted to check out and see how bad this was getting.”
You take the sign out of your face and finally speak up.
“O-Oh…sorry, Governor.”
He smiled at you. It wasn’t a fake smile, oh no. It was a genuine smile. A smile crafted straight from the bottom of his heart.
“It’s alright. What’s your name?”
“Y/N.”
You suddenly felt confident with him. You take the sign out and continue protesting. Newsom nods and decides to leave you to it. As he walked back, he couldn’t help but think. You were such a unique person from just a simple conversation. As he arrived back, he noticed President Trump back in his dreamworld, nodding to himself from time to time. He sighed.
“I’m back.”
Trump looks at him and nods again.
“How was it?”
He sighed again.
“At least I came out alive.”
Trump did that fuckass nod again and took out his phone to make a tweet addressing the whole protest. Newsom looked around, still enlightened by you. You were so determined to make the deportations stop, to get ICE to stop, your aura felt enchanting to him and he couldn’t help but want more of you. He got his mind out of the gutter when Trump spoke up.
“Could you maybe get Melania in here? I wanted to discuss a new idea with her.”
Newsom nodded and went to grab her, not expecting what he was going to see on the other side of the door.
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There Melania was, her on the bed with Zhongli on her lap. They were kissing, oblivious to their surroundings. As Newsom cleared his throat, they looked at him in shock.
“Oh! Governor Newsom, did you need something?” Melania asks.
“Well yes, Trump was talking about how he needed to discuss an idea with you.”
She nods and lets go of Zhongli, tidying herself up before leaving the room. Zhongli then looks at Newsom.
“Does he know? About the affair?”
Zhongli shakes his head.
“It’s… been months since we started this affair.”
He nodded. His mind then went back to you. How he yearned to be with you. The aesthetics of having an affair with you. He shook his head and left, leaving Zhongli alone and the couple to talk.
Meanwhile with Trump and Melania, Melania was scolding the fuck out of Trump.
“I told you not to send anyone while I was busy, didn’t you understand?!”
He whimpers as she spanked him.
“Y-yes…I’m sorry. So sorry. It won’t happen again, honey.”
“It better not. Or the punishment would get even worse.
She then left the room, leaving Trump alone, helpless and whimpering.
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It has been days since the LA protests, people were still protesting as ICE was trying to act tuff. Newsom was taking a walk around the city until he saw a familiar face. It was you; the same brave person at the protests.
“Hey.” He says as he walks up to you.
You just nod, your body language showing nervousness.
“Hey.”
He nods, taking a look up.
“Beautiful weather, ain’t it?”
You nod again, looking where he was looking. The sky was clear, no sign of rain, and the sun was out.
“It really is beautiful.”
He nodded, turning back to you.
“So…How would you feel about dinner? With me?”
You gasp, pinching yourself to see if this wasn’t a dream and actually reality. You look up at him. That genuine smile, the soft chuckle that left his lips as he realized what you were doing. It was actually a reality. You nod instantly, showing how excited you were for this. Newsom nodded.
“Well I’ll see you at my place, Y/N. Oh, and take this. It’s the address.”
He gives you a card and walks off. You read the card, mesmerizing the letters each by each. You then smile to yourself, squealing happily and running back home.
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