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morlao · 4 months ago

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Manipulation

Fem!reader x Isaac Garcia

Summary:

You're struggeling to find a date for the summer ball

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When the teachers first announced the summer ball, you didn’t think it would be such a big deal to you.

School dances are never really that cool after all.

Especially with the teachers around who always find a way to destroy the mood: Either by constantly keeping an eye on the drinks to make sure nobody manages to slip some alcohol in, or by trying to make (really awkward) conversations with their students.

At least, that were your experiences in your former high school.

Maybe here in Colorado things are different, because somehow all of your friends are super excited.

And it´s really contagious!

To your own surprise - a few days later you are pretty excited, too.

One of the major topics among the students (other than which dress would be the perfect fit) is, of course, who will go together.

There are quite a few cute boys in your school and some of them are also very popular among the girls.

Of course most of the girls are all over Cole Walter, the cool guy, the bad boy.

This is going to be really interesting, especially because of the tension between him and Jackie. You can almost bet that he'll ask her, not caring if this will break both Erin's and Alex' heart.

In the meantime, you are secretly hoping for being asked by Isaac.

In school the both of you don't really cross paths, but whenever you visit Jackie, you always end up playing at least one video game with him. He just always seems to be there, whether you and Jackie hang out in the living room or grab some snacks from the kitchen. He appears out of nowhere and always jokes around with you.

While Jackie reacts really annoyed most of the times, you enjoy his company.

"Why is he always there? Katherine promised that we can have the living room this afternoon!"

Most of the time you just shrug. "I don't mind him staying. Maybe our movie choice will scare him away anyways."

Well, most of the time it didn't. No matter what kind of film you chose, Isaac stayed. To your surprise he didn't even play games on his smartphone but actually paid attention.

"That's the kind of films you like?" He asked you once after you and Jackie watched a sappy love story.

"Among other things, yes."

He seemed surprised but didn't say anything about it.

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The weeks pass by pretty fast and most of the handsome boys are already taken.

As far as you heard, Isaac doesn't have a date yet but with his good looks it's only a matter of time until he is taken, too.

You start to get really nervous, as you don't know what to do. Should you wait until he makes the first move - if he even plans on asking you - or should you take action yourself?

Do you even have the courage to ask someone out?

God, why does it have to be so complicated?

You think about asking your friends for their opinion, but first of all this would mean admitting your crush on Isaac to Jackie - and since she basically lives with him this would be very weird.

Second, all your friends were busy preparing their own dates. All they talk about are dresses, high heels and how their perfect evening at the ball would look like.

To be honest, they had pretty high expectations, but for them it was at least realistic.

Unlike you, Jackie doesn't give up that easily when it comes to your date.

"Someone will ask you, you'll see!", she smiles at you as you and your friends enter the ball gown shop. “You´ll regret it when someone asks you and you don´t have a dress. Trust me, the best ones will be taken in a few days.”

Damn, she can be really convincing and she knows it!

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Three days until the ball and still nobody even seems to think about asking you out.

Slowly you start to get really nervous.

Why does no one ask you?

You have never been insecure about your looks but this situation really makes you doubt. Are you that unattractive? Or is it your personality? Do you annoy people?

Your excitement for buying a beautiful dress and having a wonderful night slowly fades and turns into anxiety.

Why did you even buy a dress… was is arrogant to buy one without having a date, because you thought of course someone would ask you?

Jackie really tries her best to cheer you up, but nothing she says makes you feel better.

You curl up in her bed, hugging her pillow tight to your chest. “I´m not going to the ball… it´s embarrassing to show up alone…”

“I´m sure somebody will ask you. Maybe he´s just nervous.”

"Don't be ridiculous! There are only three days left. All the guys who don't have a date yet, are not going."

"Don't lose hope! Somebody will ask you for sure!"

Jackie and your other friends have been telling you the exact same thing for almost two weeks now.

In the beginning you were very confident and believed them, but with every day and as everyone else in your friend group got a date, you slowly start to lose hope.

And now you are convinced that nobody is gonna ask you.

“Maybe I´m just ugly.”

Jackie lies down next to you and pulls you into a comforting hug. “Y/N L/N, don´t you dare to even think that!”

For a while you stay quiet, trying to find comfort in Jackys words… until your thoughts mess with your head again.

But what if it´s true? What if you´re really ugly?

“I know it´s stupid”, you start again, repeating what you already said several times, “It´s just a ball, maybe I shouldn´t make such a big deal out of it.”

Jackie hugs you a little tighter, her chin resting on your shoulder. “It´s not stupid… I totally understand how you feel.”

Does she really? From what you know, Alex and Cole almost started a fight about who´s going to be her date. You can´t help but feel jealous off her. She has boys fighting over her and no one even thinks about asking you. It is like you are invisible.

Damn, seems like all your favorite high school movies lied! Just because you moved here at the beginning of the school year, it doesn´t make you more interesting among the boys.

But on the other hand… for Jacky the new girl fantasy is true.

“Hey, we can go together if you want”, Jacky starts another attempt and grabs your hand, pulling you to your feet.

A broad smile spreads across her face as she intertwines your fingers and whirls you around, pretending to be on the dance floor already. “We would definitely make the prettiest couple!”

You can´t help but laugh as you pretend to bow and place a quick kiss on her hand. “Mylady!”

This is again one of those moments, in which you realize how much you love Jackie. She is an amazing friend and probably the only one who always knows how to cheer you up.

With a grin she rises an eyebrow. “So we have a date?”

The smile disappears from your face as you sit back down on her bed. “No, I don´t want to crash your date with Alex.”

“Don´t worry about him, I´m sure, he´ll understand. I can go out with him another time.”

“No, it´s… it´s fine. Maybe I don´t even have time to go to the ball…”

Lies and excuses. You don´t really think about your words as you babble on about what you plan to do instead. Maybe you could call your old friends from your hometown. Maybe you could watch a movie with your siblings. Maybe… you stop mid thought.

Are you trying to convince Jacky that you´ll be just fine or are you trying to convince yourself?

You feel the tears welling up in your eyes.

Quickly you jump to your feet again. The last thing you want is to cry in front of Jacky. It would make her feel even worse. Besides, you really hated crying in front of others.

Murmuring something about having to go to the bathroom, you rush out of her room and almost bump into Lee.

“Y/N!” He sounds surprised but happy to see you. The two of you aren´t close enough that you would call him your friend, but you always enjoy talking to him whenever you see him in school or at the Walters´ house.

“Hi, Lee”, you murmur, your voice sounding way too high and on the edge of breaking. Quickly you turn away from him, trying to hide your tears, but he still seems to notice.

His smile fades. “Hey, what´s wrong?”

“It´s nothing…” You try to walk past him, but he blocks your way.

“It´s not nothing! You can tell me, you know?”

“It´s stupid… it´s just…” You sigh heavily. “It´s about the ball… nobody has asked me yet and that really messes with my head. I just don´t understand it. Do boys really hate me that much?”

You do not really expect an answer, but then you see Lee´s face. His eyes widen, as if he just came to a realization. “Em… I don´t…”

“You know what´s up!” You stare at him in disbelief. “Tell me!”

“I´m not sure if I…”

“TELL ME!”

Lee sighs heavily. “Okay, maybe I know something…”

You cross your arms in front of your chest and give him a suspicious look. “What is it? Oh come one, spit it out!”

His hesitation annoys you deeply, as you were never the calm and patient type.

Lee avoids to look you in the eye and stares at his shoes instead. “Maybe it´s just a rumor but… I heard that Isaac tells boys to not ask you to the ball.”

Your jaw drops. “He what?”

Lee couldn´t look more uncomfortable. “Well… I heard Dylan telling his friends, that he wants to ask you to the ball and... when Isaac heard that, he told him that you definitely didn´t want to go with him. He said that you were really picky when it came to boys and… that you always made fun of the boys that you rejected… saying how pathetic they are and that you are totally out of their league.”

Your heart clenches inside your chest and the feeling of betrayal rises inside you. It hurts to hear how Isaac talks about you behind your back.

You´ve always thought he was cool and the two of you always got along well, damn it, you even have a crush on him.

“Thank you, Lee, and if you excuse me now, I have to talk to your brother!” Your voice trembles with anger.

Before Lee can stop you or talk you out of it – which he desperately tries – you stomp down the stairs. “ISAAC GARCIA!”

Damn, you didn´t know you could sound so scary.

Isaac hesitantly comes out of the living room and as he sees you he immediately runs a hand through his hair. He always does that when you´re around, but you never really paid much attention to it until today.

His face freezes as he sees you angrily making your way towards him. “Y/N, what´s up?”

This question finally breaks the camel´s back.

He knows exactly what´s up! Why is he acting so innocent?

Without even considering to greet him or to answer his question, you glare at him. “I hate you!”

He looks at you in shock, his coolness falling off him like a mask. You´ve never seen him this flabbergasted before. With a deep frown, he opens his mouth, about to say something, but you don´t plan to give him the opportunity for questions and excuses.

You turn around and storm out of the room.

“Y/N!” He rushes after you and before you can reach the stairs, he grabs your wrist and forces you to turn towards him. “What´s wrong? What did I do?”

“What you did?!” You break free from his grip and step back, away from him. “You told guys not to ask me to the ball! Can you even imagine how that made me feel? What the hell is wrong with you?”

You try not to shout but the pent-up-anger makes that impossible. If his cousins are home, they definitely heard that. You also wouldn't be surprised if Jackie came downstairs to check on you. Luckily, in that moment you couldn´t care less.

Isaac clearly looks caught. He rises his hands in a defensive gesture. “Okay, you can hate me but please let me explain.”

Does he really think there was a good explanation for this messed up stuff he did? You never thought he could be so manipulative.

“I already know the reason! You´re an idiot!”

“Yes…” He avoids looking at you and stares at the floor instead. “But there´s also another reason.” Again, he runs a hand through his hair and you are surprised to see his fingers trembling. “I told the boys not to ask you, because… I wanted to ask you.”

You feel like you´ve just been hit by a train. Before you realize it, an incredulous laugh escapes your lips.

What did he just say?

You wait for him to laugh too and say it was just a joke – a mean one, but after what Lee just told you, exactly the type of joke you´d expect from him – but instead he lowers his gaze to the ground, clearly hurt by your reaction.

You freeze in your spot, anger slowly turning into confusion. “Why didn´t you just ask me then?”

Your voice sounds much softer now, almost like a whisper, but Isaac still can´t look at you.

“I wanted to but… I got nervous and…” He sighs deeply as he runs out of words to say. “I heard Steve say that he wanted to ask you and I panicked so… I told him not to do it.”

“You´re such an idiot” You barely realize the words that escape your lips.

It just doesn´t make sense! Isaac is not someone who gets nervous or jealous – at least that´s what you always thought. He is way too cool for that – or is that just him pretending?

“Yeah, because I´m in love with you.”

It takes you a few seconds to realize what he just said.

Isaac Garcia confessing his feelings for you had been your dream for almost a year now. A few weeks ago you would have been floating on clouds, but now you don't know what to answer.

Isaac steps closer, looking at you desperately. "I know I messed up but I'm really really sorry. If you want, I can talk to the boys again and tell them the truth."

"You're in love with me?" You repeat his words, still not being able to believe it.

He looks taken aback, clearly not expecting this to be your focus. "Yes, I am."

Slowly you step closer and grab his hand. "Ever since the teachers announced the ball, I was hoping you'd ask me to go with you."

His eyes widen in surprise. "Really?"

Another laugh escapes your mouth. Was he really that oblivious? "Yes! To be honest, I was pretty sure you knew about my crush on you."

"You have a crush on me?" He can't help it, his face lights up like a Christmas tree.

"Wasn't that obvious?"

"No! Damn, if I knew, I would have asked you to be my date for the ball on the very first day."

"You can ask me now." You lift your chin and look at him with a playful smile.

He clears his throat, trying to be formal and keep a straight face. "Y/N L/N, do you want to be my date for the ball?"

"I'd love to."

A huge smile on his face, he steps closer, placing his hands on your hips as he pulls you in for a kiss.

You've been waiting for this moment for so long, you can't wait to feel his lips against yours. And when your lips finally meet, it feels like a fairy tale come true.

His kiss is soft but passionate, sending a pleasant tingling sensation through your body.

His grip gets more firm, almost as if he is afraid you'd change your mind and back away.

To reassure him, you wrap your arms around him, one of your hands softly stroking his hair.

Time stands still. You don't know for sure how long the kiss lasts, but finally you let go of him slowly and look at him, shaking your head with a smile. "I love you, Isaac Garcia, but you're still an idiot!"

"I'm your idiot"

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vixenihy · 14 days ago

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The Inaugural Ball

Summary: January 1961, the inauguration went well and now it’s finally time for the ball. What’s in store for the new first couple?

Pairing/Tags: jfk x jackie, dancing, postpartum depression, new home

Word Count: 1.6k words

A/N: hiii!! it’s me again. this one was quite hard to make, and i feel like i might’ve accidentally written jack a little out of character?? it’s a little hard to tell if i really did or not so let me know what you think!!!

Cold January air whips against the walls of Jack Kennedy’s new home as he and Jackie get ready for the inaugural ball. Jack finishes tightening his bow tie before sitting down and taking his half-smoked cigar from its holder. Jackie needed more time to get ready than Jack, and he could certainly wait the extra time. After all, the new first couple is supposed to look their best, right?

Jack picks up a newspaper from that morning to quickly read through; but before he can lay his eyes on the words, the clicking of heels on hardwood catches his attention.

He puts the paper down and looks up to see Jackie in her beautiful white gown. Jack feels a strike of awe in his chest, smiling at his wife. He’d never let it show from behind that calm charismatic mask, but to Jack she looks like an angel.

Jack stubs out his cigar as if it were second nature and stands up slowly.

“Kid,” He starts, ignoring the pangs of sharp pains in his back.

“You’ve never looked better,” Jack tells her, his voice quiet yet genuine. He smiles as he watches her cheeks turn a light pink from his compliment. They both struggle to express their emotions; but when they’re both alone and sure their feelings won’t cause them to be chastised, everything just seems to fall into place.

“Are you ready to go?” Jack asks, breaking the comfortable silence and gently brushing his hand against Jackie’s, as if he wanted to hold it but was still keeping himself at a distance.

Jackie reminds him that the two are alone by gently closing the distance between their hands. She giggles at the redness that coats his cheeks once their hands meet. Jack smiles seeing her face truly light up for the first time in what seemed like the whole month.

“I think so…” Jackie starts, separating their hands and breaking the eye contact. Jack frowns, feeling a pang of sympathy for his wife. “I’m just nervous. I don’t know if I can stand for as long as we have to…I mean, I could barely handle Maime Eisenhower’s tour…” She sighs, looking down at the ground. “Dr. Travel gave me a pill. She said it would help with these feelings of sadness and my tiredness, but I don’t know if it’ll work.” She finishes, glancing at her husband again.

Jack shakes his head gently. He knows what it’s like to have to push through the pain, even when you’re at you’re limit. They’re public property, and the show must go on.

“It’ll be fine, Jackie. Listen, just give this first ball a try, and then you can go home and take a nap.” Jack explains, trying to convince his wife not to back out at the last minute. “You know I can’t show my face in that hall without you.” He teases, fixing a lock of hair that had fallen in front of her eyes. “They want the beautiful Jacqueline Kennedy to make an appearance. Who cares about the President and his boring politics?” He grins, making Jackie giggle quietly.

“Oh, Jack. You know they love you.” She smiles, slowly making her way towards the stairs.

“Sure, but do they love me as much as they love you?” Jack shoots back as he follows her down to the limousine that will take them to the ball.

The night was full of dancing, music, and speech after speech. By the time the clock struck one o’clock, Jackie could barely stand. Her husband was nearby, chuckling with his Hollywood friends about things she couldn’t quite catch. The pill Jackie was given worked like a charm, but now it was beginning to wear off and the inevitable crash was taking hold. Not wanting to interfere too much, Jackie approaches Jack and all of his friends, putting a hand on his shoulder to silently get his attention. Jack tenses up and pulls away before turning around, softening slightly when he realizes it’s only Jackie.

“Hi, Kid. How are you feeling?” Jack asks, his pack of friends staring into her soul.

Jackie pulls her husband away so they can talk privately, taking him over to a quieter part of the hall.

“Jack…I don’t think I can last much longer. That pill is wearing off and…I don’t know how long we’re going to be out here for–” Jackie rants, trailing off as Jack begins to speak.

“Well, maybe you ought to get some rest. You go home now, and I can continue alone.” Jack suggests, his eyes are tired yet still full of life, it makes her feel a spark of guilt in her chest for not staying by her husband’s side.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’ll be fine. You need to restc Kid.” Jack insists, his face switching to a quizzical expression as he begins to think.

“But first, will you dance with me one more time?” Jack asks teasingly as he pulls her into a dim, empty hallway. Jackie seems hesitant, but she relaxes into his touch as she realizes they’re alone and out of sight. The band is quiet and muffled, but they can still follow the sound of the song that they play.

Jackie rests her head on her husband's shoulder as they step back and forth, though a bit awkwardly. Jack was never a good dancer, and he never quite knew what to do. Not that Jackie minded, she actually thought it was a bit funny.

“I think you’re doing great.” Jack tells her, not pulling back from their moving embrace. “And I don’t just mean the dance.” He chuckles teasingly.

“I’m so proud of you, kid.” He says at last, feeling Jackie cling to him tightly.

Then, just as quickly as the song started, it ended. Jack pulls away from Jackie and puts a hand behind her back as he always does.

“Come on, let’s get you home.” He mutters, leading her through the bustling party and out to one of the Secret Service men’s cars. Though Jackie wishes she could protest, a strong ache in her legs reminds her of why she asked to leave in the first place. Meanwhile, Jack looks around, trying to figure out which car to bring her to.

“Excuse me, sir?” Jack asks, not having learned his name just yet. The secret service agent turns to Jack with a look of stoicism and toughness that he’s been trained to keep.

“Could you please take Mrs. Kennedy back to the White House? She isn’t feeling very well.” Jack explains, brushing their hands together once more.

“Yes, Mr. President.” The agent nods, opening the door to the jet-black car and watching Jack help Jackie inside.

“I’ll probably be home pretty late. Don’t wait up for me.” Jack tells her, getting close to Jackie’s ear and kissing her cheek.

“I love you.” He whispers, making sure it’s quiet enough for only her to hear.

“I love you too, Bunny.” She smiles, sadly watching her husband close the door to the car and stepping back to let it pull out of its parking spot. Jackie stares out the window as the two grow in distance, with the car pulling into the road and Jack heading back inside of the venue to continue the festivities that come with such a monumental celebration.

After spending half an hour winding herself down, Jackie lies down in their shared bed and shuts her eyes. She had no idea when Jack will be home, and she hates how she can’t be with him. But Jack knows where home is, and if anything happens, he knows what he’s doing is wrong. With a slight peace of mind, Jackie allows herself to drift off to sleep.

It was nearly four in the morning when Jackie awoke to the sound of their bedroom door creaking open. Though she pretends to be asleep, she opens her eyes ever so slightly to see a familiar shadow in the doorframe, silhouetted by the light behind him.

After checking in, the silhouette disappears and shuts the door almost silently, leaving Jackie to go back to sleep.

She lies there and drifts in and out of sleep for what feels like hours until the blue light of the early January morning gives her an excuse to get out of bed. She frowns when she realizes Jack isn't beside her, but an idea pops into her head which explains where he may be. Silently stepping through the halls that will house the rest of her family once the renovations are done.

Jackie slowly and silently opens the door to the Lincoln bedroom, where her husband lies on his back, seemingly sleeping soundly; but Jackie knows how light of a sleeper he is. Any sound will wake Jack up, and she’d hate to do that after he had come home so late. Jackie slowly crawls into bed with her husband and slips beneath the covers beside him. Inevitably, Jack rolls over and puts one of his arms around her.

“You’re up early.” He teases, his voice grumbly and quiet.

“I wanted to see you, Jack,” Jackie whispers back, turning over and putting a hand to his cheek.

“Well, it’s a pleasant surprise.” Jack grins, propping himself up with one of his arms.

That morning, they lay together in the Lincoln bedroom and giggled like two teenagers like they always did when they were alone. No one would see this side of them, but that's what made it so special. They were two icebergs, but it didn’t mean they were cold and isolated. Their love ran deep and was simply hidden from the public eye.

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