Rocketgirls (24 rocketgirls stories)
You’ve been on what feels like hundreds, thousands of stages, smiled out into millions of faces, felt an infinitude of adoration and enthusiasm and passion.
At this point, Fu Jing can’t deny that there’s Something between them, worthy of a capital s.
Xuanyi flattens her hands against her abdomen. “Do you think my stomach looks big?”
“Was everything a sham? Our friendship, was it just a way for you to get votes?”
Xuanyi stumbles into Fu Jing’s room at three in the morning, her cheeks flushed, eyes bloodshot, hair damp with sweat and clinging to her face. “J-Jing,” she stammers. “I need your help.” Or: the succubus AU that can barely be called one.
Fu Jing doesn’t know what kind of person spends their first year anniversary crying in a corner, but evidently she’s that type of person.
“How did we go from the lesbian billionaire couple of China to being a pair of lame joking dads?”
“Let’s break up.”
What’s a word you would use to describe Wu Xuanyi? What’s a nickname that you think suits Fu Jing?
I marked Xuanyi.
By the seaside there’s a tall statue of a pretty girl standing on a square base.
Hi everyone, I’m Wu Xuanyi, and I’m freaking out right now.
Hi everyone, I’m Fu Jing. I think I’m really happy right now!
Certain feelings are irresistable and addictive like the sweet taste of sugar melting in your mouth. This summer, Meiqi learns it unexpectedly for the first time.
Xuanyi hasn’t seen her cry so much since the show finale, and it makes her ache to know that she’s the reason for Fu Jing’s tears when she had only ever wanted to be the reason for Fu Jing’s smiles. “Hey,” she says softly. “I’m…” Back. Home. Yours.
“I always felt like…no matter how close you came, it wasn’t close enough.” Or: 4 times Fu Jing finds an excuse to hold Xuanyi’s hand (+1 time she doesn't need to)
“Tell me it’s not true.” Xuanyi stares at her with hollow eyes. “I can’t.”
In a sea of 101 girls, she’s found her anchor.