DC Headcanon's 6: Sparkle Sparkle!

It Doesn't Hurt

abuse tw

Whatever you do don't imagine the reactions when they do find out

It happened almost everyday.

DC would stumble into his office after a briefing, avoiding his sister and cousin, and being quickly surrounded by his interns who knew the deal already.

They always asked the same questions; 'how bad was it this time?' 'did he hit you?' 'where did he hit you?' and 'do you need your stuff to cover that bruise up?'

The fed felt bad lying to his family and boyfriends that everything was okay back in Washington because the truth was it wasn't. Trump had truly lost his mind, more so than usual, and DC was his personal punching bag. It had always been that way since the beginning of his presidency, but it hadn't happened as often as it had before the 2020 election. Suddenly everyday when DC stood up to Trump he could expect a punch to the face, be knocked down by one of his goons, or leave the office with screaming in his head as he clutched his side after Trump aggravated another old injury.

But he couldn't tell them.

Kentucky and Georgia would lose their minds if they found out what was really going on back in Washington, Kentucky would be ready to kill Orange and Georgia wouldn't be able to stop him. And his boyfriends, his boyfriends would be right there with him and there were a lot of things Trump deserved, Florida wasn't one of them.

So he kept it quiet, covered up his bruises and wounds as best he could, and made none of them the wiser this was happening.

It was particularly stressful today of all days because DC was calling another state to the table and would be alone with Florida mostly. Say what you wanted about the state, when he noticed something off about you he wouldn't let it go until you told him what was up. DC knew he had to cover up and cover up well lest he be discovered.

Thankfully he only had a bruise under his eye from a pretty good right hook Trump threw to cover up; the bruised ribs were easily hidden by his suit jacket and an intern rigged up a weird contraption to keep ice packs on the injury so he wouldn't be in so much pain. Said intern discovered this contraption after Trump's goons nearly put him in the hospital, and DC begged them not to tell his sister or cousin because he didn't want to put them in danger.

High-coverage foundation and concealer were his saviors on days like these, though he never let the bruises heal enough when he applied make-up, making the process painful. As he applied the foundation, concealer, and the powder he'd think about just how easy it'd be to expose Trump's abuse to his sister and cousin, or his dads and his boyfriends. He'd probably be taken off the briefing detail and IDC would let him have a piece of her mind, and his dads and boyfriends would be out for blood.

But no, he couldn't burden them with this. He already burdened them enough with his other problems, this was just something he had to deal with on his own.

He was strong enough, he had to keep it quiet.

DC was such an expert in covering up his wounds and bruises that it looked like his regular face by the time he was done, save for the slight puffing under his cover up job. He prayed it'd go down by the end of the meeting and did one last check, before going to IDC and telling her he was leaving early to bring another state to the table. The make-up passed it's first test, IDC didn't notice anything and just waved him off, making DC proud that he kept his cover, for now.

Even if he did moan as he sat down at the table back in Orlando, the bruised ribs giving him more trouble than he thought, Florida didn't seem to notice as he rambled on about his day, making DC briefly forget about his issues and just smile. None of the states, his boyfriends, or his dads noticed anything off about his face when he came home and DC was able to let out a sigh of relief. Even if he did feel bad about lying, it was for the best, and besides Trump would be gone in two months anyway.

Florida leans across the table smiling chaotically, god DC loved him.

"So who we calling today?"