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Hi! I was wondering if you could do James Marshall x Female! Reader? The plot would consist of how they met, her support during the elections and the moment he becomes the president, inauguration day and their first night in the White House when he receives a threat from a terrorist?

sure! , i did my best for this one but i know literally nothing about politics and i severely apologize in advance because this might be the worst think i’ve written in my entire life 😭 but it is also the only version i could write that gave me satisfaction but i feel so bad holy shit

i hope you somewhat enjoy this, and i’d like to say that i totally didn't steal part of kennedy’s speech.. totally didn’t do that

president

james marshall x reader

“oh shit!”

“oh my gosh!”

hot coffee spilled down your front, staining the white blouse you wore. it burned slightly but cooled down surprisingly fast.

“i am so sorry,” the man who ran into said. you waved him off, “oh-it’s fine. it’s okay,” you glanced up, and was taken aback. he was by far one of the most handsome men you’ve ever laid your eyes on.

fluffy brown hair, mesmerizing hazel eyes, sharp jawline, a small scar adorning his chin. all these elements combined into the perfect man.

he was so attractive.

“i’ve ruined your shirt, dammit, i’m sorry.” “oh sir, it’s quite alright, i should’ve been looking where i was going-“

“i should’ve been looking too.”

an awkward silence engulfed you two, neither knowing what to say. the man pursed his lips, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants, “uh.. would you, maybe, like to go out to dinner later?” he asked, quickly adding on, “so i can make it up to you, of course.”

you arched your brows, “so not a date?” you were surprisingly yourself now, never had you been so bold, especially not with this sort of man.

a smile toyed on his lips, “i mean… it could be a date, if you wanted it to be one.”

you remained silent, pulling your purse slightly off of your shoulder, retrieving a pen. you then gently took his wrist, “may i?”

the man seemed somewhat confused, but nodded. you pushed back his sleeve slightly, gently writing your number on his wrist.

“there, now you have my number.”

“i will definitely be giving it a call later.” he said with a light chuckle, “now, about dinner, say meet up here around seven?” you nodded, “sounds good to me. i’ll see you then.” you turned to go, only to feel the man grasp your wrist gently, whirling you around to face him again.

“i didn’t catch your name.”

“i didn’t throw it.” you said with a smile before saying your name. “that’s beautiful, it’s a pleasure to meet you, i’m james marshall.”

“it’s nice to meet you.”

the two of you said your goodbyes before going your separate ways, assuring the other that they’d meet up here again later that evening.

little did you know that this little date would bloom into something extraordinary.

— — —

“that’s my husband!” you exclaimed to an empty household, your gaze fixated on the television before you.

there he was, james marshall, doing a campaign on live television!

you had never been so proud. after many years of marriage, he was finally achieving what he’d always claimed he’d do.

he was running for president, and you were certain he’d win.

“hell yeah!” you shouted, a smile on your lips.

he had so many good points, far better then some of his opponents. god, you were so proud.

the live campaign ended quickly, time seemed to fly by. you rose from your seat on the couch, you heard the sound of your phone ringing. surely this was james. you rushed to the kitchen where your purse hung on chair. you rummaged through the contents of your bag before retrieving your cell phone.

you answered immediately, lifting the device to your ear, “hello?”

“hi honey.”

you smiled, “hi! i just finished watching the campaign, you were phenomenal as always.”

“oh darling, you’re making me blush.” he said with a laugh. you took a seat at the kitchen table, “y’know, i don’t want to jinx anything, but i think you’re gonna win.” you stated. the man on the other end was quiet for a moment before he asked in a hush whispered, “you really think so?”

“i know so.”

— — —

turns out, you might’ve been a sort of seer or fortune teller, cause sure enough, just a few days after election day, you found yourself at home, tidying up the place for when james returned.

you knew he was on edge, considering the results of the election would be released soon. so you were trying to do all you could to make things easier.

suddenly, the front door was thrown open, revealing your husband with a bright grin upon his face, “turn on the television!” he exclaimed. “what-“

he rushed into the home, grabbing the remote off of the end table and turning on the television. he then stood beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist, his hazel eyes fixated onto the screen.

it was the news, on the screen was the chief of staff. it was time! they were going to announce who won!

you leaned against your husband, exhaling deeply as you stared at the smiling man on the television.

“it is my pleasure to announce that the president of the united states for the year 1993 is…”

the suspense was killing you. “just say it, dammit.” you mumbled.

“… james marshall!”

you let out a cheer, turning to your husband who’s eyes were wide with shock. “baby! you won!” you shouted, he let out a laugh of disbelief, “i won.”

“yes! you won!” you tugged on his red tie, jerking his head down slightly as you smashed his lips to his. this seemed to break him out of his initial shock, for he reciprocated the action with passion. he’d actually done it. he’d won!

the man pulled away, letting out a laugh before lifting you up, spinning you around thrice before setting you back onto the ground, kissing you again.

“we did it, baby, we did it!”

— — —

inauguration day. the very day you and your husband had been waiting for. you watched with teary eyes as your husband stood at the podium, for you were watching the love of your life become the president of the united states. and what an accomplishment that was.

“I do solemnly swear that I will faithfully execute the Office of President of the United States, and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States..”

then came the time for his speech. you’d heard it about a million times. and every time he’d rehearsed it, he found something to critique. but you’d assured him that it sounded perfect the way it was.

james was back up at the podium, looking somewhat nervous. but then his hazel eyes found you smiling at him in the crowd, and suddenly everything seemed okay.

he cleared his throat, “we observe today not a victory of party but a celebration of freedom-symbolizing an end as well as a beginning-signifying renewal as well as change. for i have sworn before you and the Almighty God the same solemn oath our forbears prescribed nearly a century and three-quarters ago..”

— — —

“so.. what do you think?” james asked, pulling back the comforter before climbing into bed beside you.

you didn’t know what to think. you’d always heard stories of the white house, but being here with your husband, the president, it all seemed so surreal.

“i think… it’s big. far bigger then anything we could ever imagine.” you said, snuggling up against his side. “a little to extravagant, huh?” you nodded, “but i think we can make it work.”

the man smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. these past few weeks had been crazy, and this was the first time in a long time that you’d had some time with one another.

your first night in the white house as the president and the first lady. it was a special night. james glanced down at you, only to find you gazing up at him. “what?” he asked softly.

“does a wife need an excuse to admire her husband?” james let out a chuckle, kissing your lips gently. your hand came to rest upon his cheek as his strong arms snaked their way around your waist, pulling you close. the kiss deepened, your lips dancing in sync with his.

just as the situation began to escalate, the sound of a phone ringing filled the air. it was coming from your husband’s government phone, which he was obligated to answer. the man let out a sigh, pulling away from you, reaching over to the nightstand to retrieve the device.

he answered it and lifted the device to his ear. “hello?”

you watched him, concern overcoming you as his brows furrowed and he sat up a little taller. “who is this?”

and just as sudden as the call had begun, it ended. james dropped the phone, throwing back the comforter before climbing out of bed, retrieving his navy robe.

“james? what was that?”

“a threat.”

your eyes widened, “a what?”

“a threat, i think. i’ve gotta go make some calls, see if the number can be traced.” he said, shoving the phone into his pocket before walking around the front of the bed to your side, pecking your lips softly.

“well, is everything okay-“

“everything’s gonna be fine, darling. i just need you to stay here.”

you nodded slowly, bidding him goodbye and watching him go.

sadly, this would not be the last time your husband would receive threats from terrorists.

but, that was the life of a president and his first lady.

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