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the atmosphere was tense. it was a beautiful winters day, clouds were rolling in, and it was quiet enough to hear Barack's heartbeat.
and then- y/n was dodge-rolling behind their car. gunshots could be heard, all at once and disturbingly close.
they could hear barack yelling and firing his gun, probably from the safety behind his own car. it was everything they had feared from this meeting. and this was only expected after double-crossing him so many times, every thing from spying to plotting to failed assassinations - many.
headshot, headshot, headshot. losing count of how many downed - god, how many guys does barack have!?
then, they feel it. what, not sure, but the world isnt registering in front of their eyes, and pain snaps its way through their body. they got hit. oh, god, theyre hit. what are they going to do? okay, assess the damage. where are you hurt? can you feel blood? where is danger coming from next? they cant focus, the questions slipping from their mind. where are they shot ....... the labia. a fatal shot. they slide down the car, shock rippling through their system. they only have 69 seconds to live. fuzzily, someone fades into their view. its barack, and they jolt back, heart beating faster - their conciousness is becoming harder and harder to hold on to. when they think about it, the deafening gunshots and yelling had ceased.
"... Barack?"
"y/n, im here, y/n. please, please hang on. keeping you alive is, i believe, in the best interest of our american nation. having, a sweet, upstanding, and innocent fellow american, such as yourself, to haunt my every day, continuously humbles and enlightens me as the president of such a great country."
they chuckle. what a tsundere.
thats all the sound or movement they can manage.
his lips brush against theirs as the world fades out.