𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄¹, jack champion

018, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐲

018, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐲
irl
(i recommend listening to
'the prophecy' by taylor
swift for this chapter!)

TW: mentions of mental health,
hate, and brief mention of past
eating issues.

please don't hesitate if you're
struggling with any of the above
topics, i am always here <3

THIRD PERSON +
may 4, 2023

juniper's apartment is cloaked in darkness, the only light coming from the faint glow of her phone screen. she's curled up on the couch, knees tucked to her chest, staring at the endless stream of notifications that flood her social media. every buzz, every new comment feels like a dagger to her already fragile heart.

it felt like the whole joshua and lila situation all over again. and for what? all because her and jack were seen at dinner together?

she's tried to ignore it, to brush it off like she always does, but tonight it feels impossible. the hateful words, the accusations, the relentless criticism—it all plays on a loop in her mind, growing louder with every passing second.

"she's just using him to stay relevant."

"does she even care about him or is she just trying to find shit to write mid music about?"

"she's not good enough for him."

"why would he ever date someone like her?"

"she's such a slut. all she does is hop from guy to guy."

the words blur together, forming a wall of venom that she can't seem to break through. her fingers tighten around her phone as she scrolls through the comments, each one worse than the last. she feels like she's suffocating under the weight of it all, the pressure to be perfect, to prove herself to people who've never even met her.

her vision blurs as tears pool in her eyes, and she finally throws the phone onto the coffee table, unable to read another word. but even with the screen dark, the words continue to echo in her head, gnawing away at her self-esteem, her confidence.

she's always known that being in the public eye comes with a cost, but she never imagined it would be this brutal. she'd been in the industry from a young age, she was aware that this was the normal for most people in the same industry—and she'd had a couple of incidents before. these incidents led her to struggle with her mental health from around the age of fourteen, the media was brutal, even to young stars, especially in such a popularised company as 'disney.'

she'd spent years believing all these comments were true, she'd spent years picking apart at her body her image, her personality, her voice—everything. these people, even grown adults, spent their time hating on such a young girl.

they don't even know her, yet they feel entitled to rip her apart, to judge every aspect of her life, her relationship with louis, her career, even her looks; and now her relationship with jack

juniper presses her palms against her temples, trying to block out the noise, but it's too late. the spiral has already begun. doubt creeps in, taking root in the cracks the hate has created.

maybe they're right. maybe she's not good enough for jack. maybe she doesn't deserve to be happy.

the thought sends a fresh wave of pain crashing over her, and she chokes back a sob, her whole body trembling. she can feel herself unraveling, piece by piece, as the negativity consumes her. her chest tightens, making it hard to breathe, and the tears she's been holding back spill over, hot and unchecked.