#it's like they scrolled through twitter to read what the haters were saying and put it in the review like looking at you fuck ass pitchfork

[tswift]

I wish taylor would fight back like there is something so sus going on with the reviews and these planted articles talking about how swifties are sick of music like bitch what????

at the very least she should release a very shady music video for who's afraid of little old me. the industry cannot handle her success they're sick of her always winning so they're trying to turn the gp against her like I did not live through 2016 to see shit like this happen again

[applejuicefruit]

can u please write erling or jude, you pick i don’t mind, where reader gets like harassed by his fans online, like mean comments or mean twitters and reader never tells him and he finds out by himself and he’s a bit disappointed but he comforts reader and tells her how much he loves her please?

i picked jude for this one!

jude bellingham x reader

tw: mean comments, mention of hate, overall a lot of fluff

Haters gonna hate

The moment after the world cup, Jude’s fame became bigger and bigger. Not that he wasn’t already famous, he was, but - playing in front of millions of people got him a new wave of popularity he never excepted, and you couldn’t be happier for him, he was achieving everything he wished for. But you got dragged into this popularity thing too. You and Jude had been dating for over a year now, it wasn’t knew for his old fans as they always supported your relationship and made fanpages for the two of you. But, apparently, his new fans weren’t as thrilled as everyone was.

Of course, you weren’t to lie. Jude was pretty handsome, and for being so young a lot of girlies expected him to be single so they all went mad when they found out they were dating someone, you. You, who weren’t famous or a model or a celebrity, you were completely normal. Finishing your studies, being appassionate of arts and music. That’s what made them hate you the most - the fact that by just looking at you, they knew you weren’t anything special, just a girl like them and the fact that you were dating of the most popular football player at the moment.

So, instead of being happy for Jude they started hating you.

It first happened when you posted a picture for Christmas Day. It was a simple picture of you, Jude and your huge christmas tree in the background and what you didn’t expect was to see your comments section filled with hate.

The second time it happened it was when you posted a picture of the eternal city, Rome, when you were visiting it with your family. A lot of people said you were in Italy because you were cheating on Jude and how he didn’t deserve you, how he deserved someone better.

And so went on. Everytime you posted a picture you would see your comments section filled with hate, and honestly - you weren’t used to it.

“I can’t believe Jude is dating her” someone said.

“She’s so ugly, Jude could have everyone he wanted, why her?” another one said.

“Someone saves Jude from her, he clearly doesn’t love her!!” someone else said.

And those comments were the nicest. A lot of people commented on your appearance, how you weren’t made to date a football player for how simple you were. They commented on your looks, on your weight, on your style. Basically everything you posted about.

You got tired of it and decided to block all of those people and put your instagram in private mode.

So the hate started on Twitter.

“She really blocked me! That bitch…I can’t believe Jude is dating someone like her!” someone commented on twitter.

“Her royalty got her instagram in private mode so we can’t judge her…she might think she’s special lol” another girl said.

But what was worse is that it wasn’t you who who saw the comments - no - it was Jude. He was casually scrolling through his phone when his eyes landed on his name being the first thing to appear on Twitter.

Of course he was curious so he simply clicked on it.

He wasn’t really pleased with what he was reading. He immediately went into your insta to check if the comments were real and it broke his heart reading all of those mean comments about you.

He couldn’t believe someone would say something so mean to you, the most beautiful and kind person he ever met in his life.

He wanted to confront you about it.

“Babe…” he called you from the living room, knowing you were in the kitchen making some tea.

“Yes Jude?” you shouted from the door.

“Can you come here for a sec please?” he asked so you grabbed your hot tea and went straight into the living room, sitting on the couch next to him.

“Is everything okay?” you asked him.

“You tell me…” he looked at you a little worried and you probably already knew that he was referring to.

“Yes…everything’s good” you said not looking at him.

“Darling please…I saw the comments…I saw how you put your in instagram private, baby…why didn’t you tell me?” he softly asked you, not wanting to upset you.

“Because I didn’t want to bring you up in this! You don’t need any more dramas added to your life Jude and by the way I truly don’t care about those comments…” you lied and he could tell.

“My love, I know you’re hurting…but I want you to know that none of what you read is true okay? I need you to know that I’m so in love with you…” he scooped you into his arms “ you’re the most important person in my life, you’re the one I love and the one I want to spend the the rest of my life with…I love you…” he said smiling at you as you were fully crying now.

“I don’t deserve you Jude…” you said, your glossy eyes meeting his eyes.

“I don’t deserve you y/n…you’re too kind and special” he looked at you with lovey eyes “I don’t know how I got so lucky to have met someone like you, to have you in my life…you’re too kind for this world baby” he kissed your cheek as he gently wiped away your tears.

“I love you Jude…” you whispered laying your head on his chest.

“I love you more” he whispered and you smiled.

That night you finished drinking your tea as you both started watching some comedy show on a random channel.

Before going to bed Jude posted a picture of the two of you and decided to write some words for you.

“This person next to me is the kindest, funniest and brightest person in the world and I truly cannot believe how some “fans” mistreated her in the first place. I’ve read comments in the last days that made me shiver, how can someone be so cruel to a person you don’t even know? Is it jealousy? I truly don’t care what are your reasons but I want you all to stop immediately directing your hate to my girlfriend just because we’re dating. There’s clearly a reason if I’m dating her and not you btw…She doesn’t deserve all this hate and I want you all to stop please…you don’t know how your words can hurt someone, sometimes words hurt more than a punch, stop talking bad about y/n and go on with your lives, thank you!”

You were in bed smiling reading what Jude wrote about you.

“Thank you” you whispered to him as you laid on his chest.

He kissed your forehead “anything for you baby…I would do anything for you” he held you closer and stroked your hair gently, helping you falling asleep.

[healmyhrt]

heyy if ur taking requests could u maybe do a fic where nicks out filming and the reader, his bf is at home and someone says something online (doesnt matter what) and the reader has a panic attack and like calls nick and he rushes over and comforts the reader??

⌗ posted, n. sturniolo

nick x male!reader

summary: you see a comment online saying that you are using nick for his fame, and try to clap back at the hater, causing a bit of anxiety in you.

disclaimers!: established relationship, kissing, fluff, use of y/n, short

a/n: submit more ideas for nick fanfics bc i love feeding my male readers lol | also, im basing the readers panic attack based off of how mine are just because i get them as well! everyone’s are different, so just a heads up!

as i patiently waited for nick to get back from filming, i scrolled on twitter. most of my feed was melanie martinez since she was my favorite artist, or tweets about my boyfriend, nicolas.

i had been scrolling for about five minutes now, when i scrolled back up to a tweet that caught my eye.

“nick’s bf is clearly using him for clout 💀 like cmon. he just wants money, i mean that shit is so obvious”

i was in shock. i scrolled down to the replies, and they all agreed. there was one that said,

“no he’s not. look at the photos of them, they are genuinely happy! nick tries to keep his relationship off of the internet but you guys can’t let him have shit.”

well, at least someone was right.

i clicked the reply button, and started typing out why what they were saying was not true. i sighed, and quickly hit the backspace button until it was all gone.

i set my phone down slowly as i felt my breathing start to grow faster. the breaths were rapid and shuddering, and it felt as if my heart was in my stomach.

my entire body felt shaky, and i couldn’t catch my breath. i reached for my phone, moving slowly.

“hey siri, call nick.” i spoke to the device.

the phone started ringing, and i felt a relief fall over me as he picked up. “hey, we’re headed back. whats wro—”

he stopped. i could hear him bring the phone closer to his ear. “y/n, are you okay?” i squeezed my eyes shut, and tried to stop the tears from falling.

“its…its happening a—again.” i spoke through breaths.

“we’ll be there so soon, okay? just try to control your breathing, okay? i love you, baby, be there soon.”

i sighed again through the breaths, and heard nick say, “matt, step on it!” before the call disconnected.

minutes had gone by, and i heard the front door open. footsteps sprinted up the steps, and nicks bedroom door opened quickly.

he appeared, and ran over to the bed, seating himself next to me. nick immediately put his hand over mine, interlocking our fingers, and planting a kiss on my forehead.

“are you okay?”

my breathing had neutralized, but i still felt a little out of it. i nodded, and he shut his eyes with a sigh of relief.

“we’ll leave you to it.” matt says from the doorway. he pulls chris’s arm, and shuts the door.

nick kicks off his shoes, and gets under the blanket next to me, resting his head on my shoulder. “what happened?”

i bite my bottom lip, and grab my phone, turning it on, and showing him the tweet. he reads it and sighs, looking up at me.

“we both know this isn’t true. i love you, so much, and you love me too. im so sorry you’re getting involved in this.”

i hug him, and he presses his lips against mine.

a kiss from nick always helps, but expecting this situation. i loved nick, and i always have, even before they started going viral. i would never do such a thing to him, and he knows that.

nick pulls away, and rests his forehead against mine. he grabs our interlocked hands, and plants a kiss on them.

“rule one, never read the comments.” he chuckles.

i smile, and turn away, biting my inner cheek. nick pulls out his phone, and leans in closer to me. i look at him confused.

“say cheese!” he smiles into the camera, and i quickly change my expression to a small smile. he opens instagram, and clicks on the photo.

“nick, what are you doing?” i question. he starts typing, and reading aloud at the same time.

“with my loving, caring, handsome, amazing, and awesome boyfriend. i love you forever and ever.”

i blush, and nick looks up at me and smiles.

“posted.”

[chronicallysweet]

au!toki + flora — needy streamer overdose!

summ. streamer toki

per. narrator

pt. multiple parts

warning : lots of sex mentions / references , BOOBS ASS TIDDIES BUTT , scared of how i wrote flora , flora has the name cecilia in this to make it easier but flora is still a nickname

au : could be read as college / late hs au

it was around eleven pm on a saturday , one that cecilia had decided to take to herself , and rightfully so. the entire week had been filled to the brim with tests , quizzes , studying , ecetera. it was partially her fault — is what elza , her sister would says

cecilia didn’t think it was her fault , wanting to be successful and piling yourself in work because of that wasn’t inherently bad.

however , that didn’t matter now. it was her time to unwind and she wasn’t going to let every jest get to her mind the moment she was supposed to have a minute of clarity.

so , as one does , cecilia opened her browser of choice and then twitter. she scrolled — between all of the people she followed , which were just cat meme pages , plant growing journeys , gun gale online server updates , all the way until she reached exactly what she was looking for.

a seemingly innocent page with a pink profile picture and a cute banner overhead , the display name reading “ toki! 🐾📷 ” .

it was just a streamer she happened to like. she thought toki was very pretty—- she was very nice to her fans , and over time , flora just may have gotten a little attached. it was no obsession , maybe just a comfort streamer at most. it’s not like she was all over her page, constantly checking or anything .. it was just a causal way for her to settle down for a little bit after doing a ton of work.

elza and a few others had made accusations , baseless ones , cecilia would call them , that she had formed some sort of parasocial relationship with the streamer , but it was just nonsense.

her finger hovered over the ‘enter stream’ link in toki’s new post.

tokibot says: welcome to the stream , all! 🙏🏾bless🙏🏾! thank you for coming to tokichan stream 😘😘 your presence is appreciated 💕🌸

[ poisonbloom ] sent a waving emote.

[ dragonmommy273 ] : you should stop streaming

[ ichikaaahh ] : shut up ugly

[ dragonmommy273 ] : kill yourself

[ dragonmommy273 ] : listen to the haters

[ rosiwosi 🔧 ] : who keeps letting this girl in? didn’t we just ban her last stream?

[ cryobun22 ] : hi toki :3

[ tokilive ] she finds a way to join cause she luvs me

[ dragonmommy273 ] : shut the fuck up and pop a titty ho

[ pufflewsouthparkfaceakagerald ] : i love u mommy toki

[ tokilive ] : someone donate 100 n i’ll flash u guys ;)

[ dragonmommy273 ] donated 150$ for : never again

[ tokilive ] : ah

[ tokilive ] : of course it’s this dyke

[ dragonmommy273 ] : pop a tit

[ tea_shrine ] : please fuck me toki i need you carnally and spiritually

[ woofertism ] : wtf baby why are you here :(

[ tea_shrine ] : trying to see the tokussy?

[ woofertism ] : me too …

[ woofertism ] : come to my room we can watch together

scrolling through the donations with a pleased expression , toki put a finger at the hem of her top , sliding slower and slower until it reached the area just above her nipple.

“ .. i forgot to add a zero .. sowwy! ” she said in a sing songy voice , leaving her shirt positioned the way she pulled it down with a wide grin on her face.

the chat went up in flames almost instantly , leaving toki to ignore it and tune into her game as cecilia struggled to keep her eyes off of the specific patch of skin that was now exposed to the stream.

unfortunately , unbeknownst to our poor little poisonous flower , toki was a streamer that did “after dark” streams , which meant that after exactly eleven thirty , things would start to get interesting .. in the sense that she would do really explicit things and strip for donations.

was she really about to stay is the true question. she was no freak nerd that was easily embarrassed at things , but something about seeing toki in this manner had pulled a switch in her brain and she was now fixated on what was to happen next. surely the donation bar wouldn’t fill up that fast — is what she thought but unfortunately she was very … very wrong.

there were 50$ left to be donated ..

and toki would move her shirt even lower.

tokibot says 50$ more to tokitits!! 😊 🌸💕 is anyone else as excited as me? no? okay. 😒🖕🏾

[ imnotkahuna ] : can someone please donate im tryna see some titties

[ cryobun22 ] : ur gf has huge tits what’s the big idea

[ imnotkahuna ] : she is mad at me for calling her an alcoholic

[ plainjane06 ] : she’s scamming y’all lmfao

[ rosiwosi 🔧 ] : can you guys stop? she’s not gonna do that again if you keep saying things like that.

[ tea_shrine ] : if she really cared about us she would shove a—

[ tea_shrine ] has been removed from the stream.

[ dragonmommy273 ] : she’s proven herself to be a scammer what a bitttchhhhh

[ ilovemommytoki ] : yeah idk guys :/

[ rosiwosi 🔧 ] : this bitch tea_shrine rlly made an alt omfg

[ ilovemommytoki ] : no i didn’t what

[ ilovemommytoki ] : please don’t ban me i need to see

[ ilovemommytoki ] : i need to see the tokuss—

[ ilovemommytoki ] has been removed from the stream.

[ rosiwosi 🔧 ] : wow , tons of people are leaving just cause you want 50 more dollars

[ tokilive ] : why don’t you donate then , if you love me so much?

[ tokilive ] : oh she left too

[ poisonbloom ] sent a waving emote.

[ poisonbloom ] sent 50$ for : pity money

“ ohh , my love ?! thank you so , so much , poisonbloom … i appreciate it greatly .. ” toki exclaimed , breaking the prior silence and leaning closer to the stream to see if it was truly happening — she got the donation that she wanted !

there was more awkward silence considering cecilia was responding in emotes and chats.

“ .. so are there any strings attached or do you just wanna be nice to me? ” toki said , now playfully tugging at the hem of her shirt while awaiting a response in the chat.

cecilia was utterly embarrassed .. she’d never gone to this degree with toki before. she’d always thought the girl was some sort of variety streamer. of course , not to this extent — but nonetheless the entire thing was embarrassing. she had just done this to herself , and now toki was asking what she really wanted. no one else , just her.

the truth is , cecilia didn’t join to see tits. i mean , were toki’s big? yeah. had she acknowledged that? abso fucking lutely. but she was straying from developing this sort of crush after all and it probably wasn’t going to be very good for her health , so —

[munstysmind]

STAN LEE - Maddison - An Original Story

WARNING/S: none

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR MY WORK TO BE USED IN ANY CAPACITY

Divider by @firefly-graphics

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It's her day off but Maddie is on set, again. She's just woken up from a nap, she really needs to stop napping all the time because it’s getting ridiculous, and is scrolling through Twitter.

If she’s honest she probably spends way too much time on the app but it’s the easiest ways for her to to interact with fans.

She’s always had a good experience. She gets the occasional trolls but she doesn’t give them any energy. She actually secretly enjoys when everyone comes to her defence and destroys the haters. It’s always a bloodbath of words.

She’s just started composing a reply to a super sweet tweet when Sebastian pops his head in the door of his trailer.

"Come with me" he says excitedly when she looks at him.

"Why?" she asks, slightly suspicious of him. What is he up to?

"Just come... please" he almost whines. He has a surprise for her, he knows she's going to love it.

"All right, I'm coming" she says with a laugh, rolling her eyes at him as she stands up. As soon as she gets within reach, he grabs her hand and starts pulling her towards set. He’s on a mission.

"Fuck me Seb, slow down" she tells him, he’s moving was too fast for her short legs to keep up

"Sorry" he says, letting go of her hand. He didn't realise she’s struggling, he’s way too focused on getting her there in time.

"So, what the fuck is so important that you almost dislocated my shoulder to get me here?" she asks him once they've stoped walking.

Without saying a word her puts his hands on her shoulders and turns her. Looking ahead she sees Chris, Scarlett and Mackie talking just off camera.

"What?" she asks, confused by what he's trying to show her

"Mads, look" he says, standing behind her and pointing. That's when she sees him, the person they're talking to. It's Stan Lee, they're talking to Stan Lee.

"Fuck off!"

"Yeah... come say hi"

"Seb no"

"Maddison, don't be rude"

"I'm not, I... just give me a minute to breath" she says, flustered. She grew up reading Marvel Comics, she has hundreds of them. She's a huge geek, it's something she inherited from her father.

While all the girls her age were watching The Little Mermaid and The Secret Garden, she was watching Star Wars and Doctor Who.

"What is going on with you, you look like you're about to cry" he asks. He'd never seen her like this, almost scared to meet someone.

"Because I am" she admits quietly. For one of the first times in her life she’s star struck, she needs a moment to gather her thoughts. She knows her dad is going to loose his mind when she tells him.

"You OK?"

"... yeah"

Sebastian can't help but laugh at her which makes her glare at him. She’s about to mouth off at him when Chris comes over, having spotted them.

"Hey" he says to Maddie with a smile

"Hi... that's Stan Lee" she says, stating the obvious

"It is. Come on, I'll introduce you" he says, making her eyes go wide.

"She's freaking out a bit" Sebastian tell a him

"Sebastian" she hisses through gritted teeth. Chris can't help but smile. They really are like siblings. Sebastian is currently being the annoying older brother.

"It's OK, I was the same when I first met him" Chris tells her, trying to calm her nerves a little.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I could barely speak I was so nervous... I was about your age too"

"When did you first meet him?" she asks with a slight frown, very confused. Chris was her age ten years ago.

"It was on the set of Fantastic Four... 2003 I think"

"I always forget that’s Marvel"

"Come on, he doesn't bite, I promise"

"Go" Sebastian says to her before giving her a gentle push forward. She focuses on trying not to completely loose her mind as she walks over with Chris.

"Stan, this is Maddie, she's playing Sharon Carter" Chris says to Stan, introducing them.

"Hi... I'm a huge fan" she says, holding holding out her hand. She’s shaking slightly. God she hopes he doesn't notice.

"It's lovely to meet you" he says, taking her hand and kissing it "How are you enjoying yourself?"

"I'm having a great time. It's very different from what I'm used to but I'm loving it"

"You're on that show about the monster hunters"

"You've seen Supernatural?"

"I have. I watched a few episodes when Kevin told me you had been cast. Your character is one tough cookie"

"She is, I wish I was tough as she is" she says. She means it too. If she was even half as tough as Ali was that night probably would have turned out a lot different than it did.

"I have to say my favourite thing is the car. I had the exact same one, except it was beige"

"She is beautiful"

"Have you driven it?"

“I have. It was actually the first car I ever drove" she says, remembering the scene she filmed with Jensen of Dean teaching Ali how to drive.

It was one of the first times her and Jensen had bonded. She had been terrified and he’d been so patient with her, talking her through everything.

"Sorry guys but Mr Lee has a appointment he has to get to" his assistant says. Everyone says their goodbyes and Maddie practically skips back over to Sebastian.

"Happy?" he asks already knowing the answer. She grins at him, nose scrunched up and nods. He passes her his phone. He took a few photos of her and Stan while they were talking. She lets out a squeak of excitement and hugs him. She’s going to frame these... and send them to her dad.

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[harringtonstudios]

you’re perfect.

plot: the famous life isn’t for everyone, sometimes the comments can get to you.

A/N: i got distracted while working on a request haha! let me know your feelings :) 

reminder: you are all beautiful the way you are, no matter what anyone says. there is inner beauty hiding in corners of your skin, and outer beauty glowing, lighting you up.

taglist: @iamdorka​ @no-shxt-sherl​ @bakerkells​ @lovemythsworld​ @rosegoldrichie​

Dating a celebrity came with its own struggles. You’d been with Machine Gun Kelly for almost a year now after meeting him through a mutual friend. It had all been surreal, you’d know this kid since high school and now he was playing guitar on stages with actual rockstars. He’d invited you to a recording session where he had introduced you to Kells.

It had been a rollercoaster after that, flying across the country to go on dates, sitting backstage at rock shows, getting to hang out with this generation’s greatest artists. You two had made it official after six months of the coolest dates you’d ever been on in your life. Honestly, half the time, you’d have preferred to sit on the couch and watching a shitty Netflix special, but you knew this was his lifestyle and you didn’t really mind. 

That was until the paparazzi started.There had been nights where both you and Kells had been fucked up, tripping on some kind of drug, trying to walk your way across the path to the Lyft you had ordered as people gathered around you shouting. Other days, you would be enjoying a bagel, laughing at Colson’s dumb jokes when a camera would come straight into your face, asking you about rumors. Once, you both had just left his house when three reporters had stopped you in your tracks, focusing their cameras on you as they started filming. Those days you would feel thrown into the spotlight, awkward in your skin, bees buzzing in your mind.

You had tried to get use to the ugly comments and the nasty posts that came with dating Colson. It was hard at first, trying not to search your name and see what came up. Sometimes you wouldn’t even have to search, people would tag your Instagram in posts, making fun of the way you looked on a certain night or criticizing your features. You didn’t really fit the criteria of being famous, a bit bigger than the models that usually walked around in LA, acne scars dotting your cheeks, frizzy hair usually flying around your head. 

In the beginning, it had gotten to you fast. People calling you talentless, spamming your comments with gold digger, theorizing on twitter that your relationship wasn’t real because why would Kells fuck with a girl like that? 

It had hurt, left you spiraling, spending days sitting next to Colson in the studio completely numb. You would just sit on the couch, scrolling through comments, trying not to let your insecurities get the best of you. The fans weren’t necessarily wrong, you didn’t have a special talent, you weren’t beautiful by any standards, and you had kinda just showed up out of nowhere. 

-

Sipping on the coffee Colson had bought you this morning, your eyes widened as you stopped at a particular comment. The user had typed it in all caps, screaming through the screen about your weight. It was on a picture Colson had taken of you, sitting in a bathtub, bubbles sitting on top of your head. You read the comment once, twice and then suddenly your phone was being taken out of your hands. 

“Baby, I asked if you wanted to go on a walk with me?” Colson repeated, looking down at you while loosely holding your phone in his hands. 

“Uhm, yeah,” you mumbled, reaching up to grab it.

“Nope, this is a no-phone walk,” he responded, turning around to put your phone down on the table. As soon as he lifted the screen up to his face, you grimaced knowing he was going to see the comment you’d been looking at for the past five minutes. 

“Wait, what the fuck,” he murmured, running his thumb over the screen. “Who the fuck wrote this,” he scoffed, turning back around towards you. 

“It’s not important. C’mon let’s go on this walk,” you responded, trying to smile as you got off the couch. 

“Nah, we’re not going anywhere till I find out who’s been talking shit about you online,” he said, plopping himself down on the couch. 

“Cols, it’s not that serious. I mean it, I don’t even read that shit,” you tried to distract him, extending your hand out to get him back up. 

He gave you a look over your phone screen, and you could see the anger brimming in his eyes. You sighed, sitting down next to him. You two weren’t going anywhere soon. 

Kicking off your shoes, you pulled your legs under you, shifting to face him. “I just get a couple of mean comments every now and then. People hate on things they can’t have, you know?” you tried to rationalize, watching him scroll through your comments. 

“Baby. These aren’t just a few. What the fuck, why didn’t you say anything,” he looked up straight at you, and you looked down at your lap trying to avoid eye contact. 

“Cause I mean they’re not wrong,” you muttered under your breath. 

“What?” he questioned, leaning down lower to catch your eyes again. 

“Nothing, what would have happened if I told you huh? You would have beat up the big, bad bullies? Newsflash, not everyone is going to just fucking love you,” you bit out, voice cracking as you tried to fight through the feeling in your throat. You didn’t want to cry, not here in his studio. 

He was quiet for a beat, then two and you bit your lip, knowing you had fucked this up. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that,” you mumbled out before continuing, “they’re just internet trolls. I’m really trying not to let it get to me. I’m trying hard, but some people are just mean and I can’t fix that.” 

He cleared his throat and then you could feel his arm wrapping around you, pulling you closer. You moved in, shifting so that you were pressed up against his side. Your head rested right around his shoulder, and he softly pulled at your hand. You could see your fingers shaking just a little and you were so tired of letting everything get to you, so you closed your eyes, letting your head fall back. His fingers intertwined with yours and you could feel him rubbing at your knuckles. 

“You’re fucking perfect. Everything I’ve ever wanted and needed in my life. There’s nobody else I’d rather be with,” he spoke into your ear. 

Your eyes were still closed, but you felt a blush rise on your cheeks as he continued. 

“All these flaws they comment on? I love them all. You’re just so real, realer than anyone I’ve met in this city.” 

You felt his fingers touch your chin, slightly tilting your face to see his. Opening your eyes, you saw the clarity in his blues. 

“I think I love you,” you blurted out, eyes widening when you realized what had just fell out of your mouth. He let out a little laugh, and you could feel yourself turning even more red, burning up. 

“C’mere,” he mumbled, squeezing your hips a little, pulling you even closer. He kissed you, hand resting on your warm cheek, stroking his thumb back and forth as you kissed back. The words sat unspoken between you. He wouldn’t say it yet, you knew it, but you could feel something loosely resembling love as he pushed into the kiss, breaking off only to kiss your forehead. 

“Why don’t we show these haters something,” he muttered, moving his hips up so that he could get his phone out of his back pocket. 

“Ayo, Rook, bring your ass here,” he shouted, and you heard a cymbal crash followed by the studio door opening. You laughed as Rook showed up, beanie skewed on his head. 

“Take a coupla picture of us,” Kells instructed, throwing his phone up in the air. Rook caught it and then you were being lifted onto Colson’s lap. 

“Hmm?” you whispered, as he placed both his hands on your hips. 

“Kiss me,” he responded back, smirking and you smiled. Kissing him softly, you cupped his face in your hands. You could hear the sound of Rook taking pictures in the background and you couldn’t help but laugh just a little as your lips met Colson’s. 

“Get a room fuckheads,” Rook shouted before lobbing the phone back your way. It hit the couch and you broke the kiss off, reaching for it. Before you could get it, Colson grabbed it, laughing as he looked at his camera gallery. 

“Holy shit, these are GOLD,” he barked out, swiping. 

“Lemme see,” you reached out your hand, trying to get a glimpse. 

“Nope, you just have to wait,” he winked as he opened up the Instagram app. A part of you tremored with the anxiety of it all, you got enough hate without being publicly posted on his social media, but another part of you was excited, knowing that no matter what you had Colson on your side. 

A minute later, he nudged your shoulder with your phone and smiled as you took it off his hands. Going on Instagram, you went to his profile. Laughing, you clicked on the picture he had posted. Your hands were on him, focused on kissing. One of his hands was wrapped around you, while the other flipped the camera off. The caption read, “None of y'all got anything on her.” 

You liked the photo before grinning at him. “You’re my knight in shining armor,” you said in a mocking tone, raising your hands to your chest, posing. 

“Well then princess, let’s go slay the dragon,” he responded before picking you up. 

“Colson, wait, my shoes,” you shouted, laughing as he brought you to the door. 

Everyone needed a little reassurance sometimes, and your goofy boyfriend knew exactly how to cheer you up. There was nothing better than this and your heart beamed at the pure love you felt from him. Flaws and all, you had something special here and you had never felt this happy before.

[newcaptainofsquad9]

So When Can We Tell The World?{6} Min Yoongi x black! fem! reader~Final

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: Angst, Romance, Smut, Idol AU

Summary: After figuring out Yoongi’s mistake, you try to make it through the rest of the night at the Grammys away from Yoongi. However, it turns out that you needed time with Yoongi before you actually needed space from him.   

Word Count: 21, 777

Warnings: Smut in this chapter and so much angst.

Author’s Note: All right ya’ll the last part, I hope ya’ll have enjoyed this series and let me know your thoughts on it. I’ve been thinking of writing a prequel and even a sequel with this story, so let me know of your thoughts on that as well.  

Katie was able to talk me down from leaving the Staples Center early. ‘Enjoy the show’, she says. ‘Maybe you’ll win’, she tells me. I’m now seated between Taehyung and Namjoon, only after begging Jimin to switch seats with me. I would be sitting beside Yoongi right now, yet I don’t think I can bear it, at least right now. 

He told me the truth. Big Hit released a statement a few days about us, it’s all over the internet and the entirety of Twitter. For the first time in history I’m trending number one, yet my heart doesn’t feel full. It’s slumped down further against my rib-cage as I scroll through Twitter, more specifically ARMY Twitter. 

A few of the comments about Yoongi and I are fine, a little flattering even.

Some of them read:

Yoongi and Y/N looked so amazing on stage, looks like tuning in for the Grammys was worth it.

Yoongi not only collaborated with a powerful rapper and singer, he also managed to date her. Ahem Namjoon it’s your turn 😎.

Did you see the way Yoongi stares at Y/N? And ya’ll say they aren’t really dating. smh Some of ya’ll don’t know what love is and it shows. 

The more I scroll, the more hateful it becomes. Not much for Yoongi, how could they bash him? In their eyes he could do no wrong, even though he blabbered about us in front of the entire world. I swallow a heavy lump as the comments pierce me. 

They read:

Apparently this isn’t a fucking joke and Yoongi isn’t dating a Korean woman like I thought. What does Y/N Y/L/N have that a Korean woman doesn’t? 

I mean of course Yoongi would date a black woman, he is from the ghetto, it’s what he’s used to.

I’m sure Y/N’s problematic. Let’s dig something up ARMY! Maybe her address? I just wanna have a discussion with her.

“Y/N?” Namjoon asks, breaking me from my phone screen. 

I glance over to see his face clouded in concern. 

“What are you looking at?” Taehyung asks while craning his head down in my screen.

I turn the screen away before tucking it away safely in my my purse by my feet. 

“Nothing,” I whisper, “just n-nothing.” 

Namjoon nudges my shoulder. 

“I saw it Y/N,” he says, “just the haters, ignore them.”

“It’s kind of hard to Joon,” I say, “your ARMY aren’t people to play with, you of all people should know that.”

Taehyung shrugs. 

“The ones saying that aren’t true ARMY,” he notes, “we’re here for you and Yoongi hyung, ok?”

Namjoon nods sharply. 

“Enjoy the rest of the show, ok? Look, they’re about to announce the next category!” Namjoon exclaims prior to pointing up at the stage.

My eyes follow up as John Legend strolls up to the mic with an envelope in hand. He reads off the nominees for ‘Song Of The Year’ as each song, along with it’s music video flashed the huge screen behind him. 

It’s difficult to keep the tears back, however I do with power I never thought I had. Watching our video for ‘All The Crown Players’ tied the knot already in my stomach even tighter. All I want to do is leave, yet I can’t. I can’t do that to the people who helped me get here, hell I worked to get her too. Even for Yoongi. No matter how I feel about him, I can’t let him down like that. He may have done it to me, but I wouldn’t do that to him. 

“And the Grammy goes to.......’All The Crown Players!’ Y/N Y/L/N and Min Yoongi!!”

I freeze. Namjoon, Taehyung, Jin, Hoseok and Jungkook all popped up, screaming in my ear as they grab at me. Jimin does the same with Yoongi, who’s eyes are blown wide and lost. He manages to get to the aisle while Jungkook gently pushes me towards him. Yoongi forces a tiny grin as he nods up to the stage. I notice the make up around his eyes look more fresh than the spots around his cheekbones. He cried. 

“Y/N!Yoongi! Go on!” Namjoon shouts. 

On a spur I take Yoongi’s hand, surprising us both and walk towards the stage.

Once we get up there I shake hands with John and thank him. 

“Congratulations guys,” he says, “you’ve earned it.”

Yoongi shakes his hand as well then bows. We take each of Grammys respectively and step towards the mic.

“You go ahead first, Y/N,” Yoongi says. 

I nod and wave towards the audience. 

“I’d like to thank everyone who supported us! My manager Katie, my brother Kevin, my fans, ARMY! Everyone! Thank you so much for this!” I scream. 

The crowd roars and I could have sworn the guys were the loudest. Of course they were.  I pull away from the mic to let Yoongi go ahead. He flashes another small smile, pats the small of my back and goes to say what he has to. 

“Thank you ARMY! This is only the beginning! More Grammys will come, I promise my fellow members will be up here with me for it!” he declares. 

Yoongi pauses to blink through teary, reddening eyes before turning to me. 

“I-I just want to thank Y/N for working with me and-”

My heart sinks down even further as Yoongi breaks down completely while sobbing into his hand. I pull him towards me as he trembles against my chest. 

“Thank you,” I say. 

We leave the stage and move backstage. Yoongi still clings to me, saying those heart wrenching words over and over again. Even after Namjoon manages to calm him down, they still rush around my head. 

Please forgive me Y/N, I’m so sorry.

  * * *

The soft sheets of my hotel bedroom are soft, comfy and extremely accommodating, yet my mind can’t seem to unwind. Not with Yoongi’s tear stained face clogging my memory. I had to keep my phone out of sight to keep from reading Yoongi’s constant messages. I told him that I needed space before we have a proper conversation right now. My head space isn’t there yet, and I don’t think his is there either. 

Just when I start to slip under the covers and relax my phone vibrates yet again. A groan escapes me as I rise, throw the covers off and retrieve my phone from under the basket my room service nachos came in. 

What I saw wasn’t another text from Yoongi, but a missed call from Namjoon. I quickly call him back and press the phone to my ear. 

“Hello? Y/N?” Namjoon answers.

“Hey Joon, is everything all right?”

He releases a heavy sigh before answering right back.

“It’s about Yoongi, “ he says, “have you talked to him? 

My skin flares in equal parts anger and heartbreak. 

“No,” I admit, “I told him I needed space, I really haven’t read most of the messages.”

“Well, he hasn’t eaten anything, no matter how hard we try,” Namjoon says. 

I pinch the bridge of my nose as a shaky breath comes out of me. The words spill out before I can get a clamp on them. 

“Put Yoongi on the phone, please Joon,” I whisper. 

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Namjoon mutters. 

There’s some scratching noises, a few mumbles and footsteps. Namjoon utters something in Korean before going quiet as more loud footsteps can be heard. Yoongi lets out a deep breath, forcing me to brace myself.

“Hey,” he croaks.

His voice sounds strained, lower than it usually is. 

“You have to eat Yoongi,”  I say. 

“Ok,” he says.

He barely whispers it, worrying me even more. 

“Are you ok?”

“No, I’m not,” Yoongi says, “my head isn’t right, I can’t eat, not without thinking about how much I fucked up.”

I bite down on my bottom lip at the emotion in his voice.

“It’s ok Yoongi-”

“No, Y/N it isn’t!” he growls.

The change in his voice forces me to sit up. My mouth is already moving before I can think, the weight of what unfolded tonight makes my blood boil.

“I’m sick of this!” 

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean,” Yoongi counters. 

“I’m tired of everything! The arguing, the decisions that have been made-the fans, all of it!” 

My voice cracks as tears fill my eyes again. God, it’s so hard. I love him too much, if only I was a little cold hearted, it’d be easier to do this. 

“I know,” Yoongi groans. 

“Yoongi, please eat and get some rest,” I say, “for me. I’ll meet you at your hotel to talk, that sound good?”

“Ok,” he whispers, “I’ll try.” 

There’s a pause, I expect him to say something but the call ends. 

My chest tightens as I rest my phone on the nightstand by the bed. 

He didn’t even say I love you. The tears flow on their own. 

* * *

If there’s one thing Yoongi and the guys taught me throughout our times together (well besides solidifying a strong foundation of self love within myself) it’s being incognito. Yoongi gifted me my own cool, white face mask a few years ago when I traveled to Korea to record a few songs with him and the guys. This is my third time using it since there’s hella paparazzi outside of their hotel and I don’t need anymore scandals for one week. 

Once on their floor I can’t help but hold the coffee cup in my hand tighter. There’s a strange howl. It’s got to be one of the guys, Yoongi said this floor was reversed for them, along with their managers, I hope everything's all right. I get to the door and give it a few tentative knocks. 

Jin answers it with a relieved sigh. 

“Y/N, finally someone here that has some sense,” he says. 

“Hi Jin, do you know what that howling noise was-”

I get cut off by Jungkook bellowing a deep battle cry. 

“WOOO! Told you I could swamp you Tae!”

I peek my head around the corner to see Jungkook pumping his fist in the air and Taehyung tossing his controller onto the carpet. 

“Whatever,” he grumbles as he stands. 

“Y/N, hey,” Taehyung says rather awkwardly. 

“Hey Tae-”

“Thank God you’re finally here,” Jimin groans as he strolls into the room, “please talk to Yoongi-hyung, he’s been moody all night.”

I raise an eyebrow as Jimin, Jungkook, Taehyung, Jin, Namjoon and Hoseok all slip on their hoodies, coats and masks. 

“Where are you guys going?” I ask. 

“Out,” Hoseok says matter of factually.   

Namjoon hums. 

“You,” he points at me as he speaks, “are going to deal with Yoongi-hyung while we leave you to it.” 

Taehyung flashes me a boxy smile as he nods to the cup of coffee in my hand.

“Iced Americano?” he asks. 

I nod. 

“Well, that’s one way to start,” Jin says, “bye.” 

He’s the first one out and the others aren’t far behind. Namjoon remains. He steps towards me to rub my shoulders gently. 

“He loves you,” Namjoon says, “and I know you love him. You got this, ok?”

I nod and Namjoon grins, dimples appearing because of course they do. 

“Good luck,” he says before leaving and shutting the door in the process. 

* * *

The coffee in my hand feels frigid against my palm as I wonder around the huge hotel suite. I texted Yoongi moments after the guys left, letting him know that I’m here. He gives me no answer, left on read as I wonder around looking for him. 

“Hey,” a voice croaks. 

I turn on my heels to see Yoongi. He’s bare faced and fresh even with his slight frown. His light blonde hair sweeps across his forehead beautifully, he sports an old concert hoodie and grey sweats. Like yesterday, I want to jump into his arms, yet there’s more restrain with me today. 

“I got you your favorite,” I say and hold out the coffee towards him. 

Yoongi raises an eyebrow prior to walking towards me, closing the distance between us both. 

“Iced Americano? Y/N you didn’t have to,” he grumbles. 

“No, Yoongi, I wanted to,” I say, “you look like you could use the pick me up.”

Yoongi stares at me for a moment eyes boring into my own before they sweep down to the coffee in my hand. He takes it. 

“Thank you.”

He leads me to his bedroom. 

“You can take the bed or the chair if you want,” he suggests. 

I look over the messy white sheets of his bed, but opt for the small lounging chair directly across from it. Yoongi flops on the edge of his bed, eyes drawn to the floor as he places the coffee by his foot. 

“How’s the coffee?” I ask. 

Yoongi shrugs. 

“Fine, a few extra sugars would make it better,” he says, “but it’s fine.”

“Ok,” I say, “were you able to eat at all last night?”

Yoongi’s lips quirk into a tiny smile. 

“A little,” he admits. 

I nod and play with the chair’s armrests. Silence washes over us. I can feel Yoongi’s eyes on me, why isn’t he saying anything? Why can’t I say anything? We’re here to talk, so why can’t I do that simple thing? Is it because of what happened last night? We won a Grammy last night. We should be celebrating yet, here we are lost in silence. 

“It’s being taken care of,” Yoongi blurts. 

“What is?” I ask. 

He sits up and plays with his hands in his lap. 

“The hate comments,” he says, “Big Hit can take legal action against them.”

I scoff at his words. 

“Do you know how many hate comments there are, Yoongi?”

Yoongi stands.

“I know it’s overwhelming, but it can be done,” he says.

“Yoongi-”

“Just let me fix this!” he yells, “please.”

I blink as he’s now closer, up and standing in front of me with pleading eyes. 

“You can’t fix this Yoongi,” I say, “the damage is done, and they aren’t being toxic towards you, it’s all on me.”

Yoongi kneels down in front of me, his eyes flooding with tears. 

“That doesn’t matter, you’re my girlfriend,” he says, “it affects me. Does that even matter to you?”

“Of course it does!” I growl, “all I ever did was care about what you wanted! I wasn’t comfortable with going public and I still felt bad for you! Yes I’m your girlfriend, but does my opinion even matter!”

“You know it does Y/N,”  he says.

I laugh, stand and step past him. 

“That’s hard to believe since you didn’t think about the consequences,” I say, “after I told you it wouldn’t work out as smoothly as you thought.”

“Well it’s out!” Yoongi shouts, “maybe if you just ignore the comments it wouldn’t be so bad!”

My heart hammers against my ribs as the tears roll don’t my cheeks. Is he hearing himself right now? 

“Y/N-”

“I got death threats Yoongi,” I sob, “how the fuck am I supposed to ignore that!”

His eyes soften as he approaches, wrapping his arms around my waist to pull me close. I try to push him away, yet it’s futile as his strong embrace draws me in as the sobs continue. Words bubble up in my throat, but the sobs that wrack my body defeat them as Yoongi pulls me as close as he can. 

“Shhh,” he coos, “I’ll protect you, I promise, Y/N. I promise.”

His lips brush against my forehead as he leads me towards the bed. I giggle through the tears at how messy his bed is, in this moment I don’t even know why. 

“Are you ok?” he asks.

“No, I don’t think I am.” 

Yoongi frowns before gesturing to the bed. 

“Lay down, if you want,” he says, “get comfortable, let’s talk.”

I allow myself to fall against the soft, satin sheets, eyes fluttering close at the feeling. The bed dips, Yoongi’s body shifts until I feel him right beside me. My eyes open to see his soft expression; eyes still soft, hair falling further against his forehead, almost over his eyes. His mouth stays in a fixed frown as his hand reaches out to my face. 

“C-Can I touch you?” he barely whispers. 

I nod and scoot until we’re an inch a part. Yoongi opens his mouth a few times, however he doesn’t speak. All he does is stroke my arms lovingly and stare at me. It’s nice, a change of pace from our constant arguments lately. The circumstances could be different, but in this moment I’m content. 

“Be honest with me, Y/N,” he says, “do you-”

He pauses to purse his lips as his eyes water. I hold his hand and gently stroke his knuckles. 

“Yoongi, it’s ok,” I say, “tell me.”

Yoongi sniffs, face contorting in pain as he tries to get himself together. 

My heart breaks at this, of course I’ve seen him raw and emotional before but it wasn’t at this level. He’s never broken down this hard in front of me, I can’t help but let my own tears fall because of it. 

“Y/N, d-do you want to break up with me?” he asks. 

The words slip, so does his tears. His body heaves, rocks and trembles as he buries is face into the sheets below. My hands find his back, he tenses up, then relaxes as his sobs start to lessen. He turns over with a heavy sigh, eyes red and damp once our eyes meet again. My thumbs rush up to wipe the tears for him as he chuckles lowly. 

“I-I’m sorry I’m such a fucking mess I-”

I silence his words with a kiss, forcing him to freeze before he gradually returns it. Our lips move through unwanted tears, along with soft touches until Yoongi pulls back to look at me. 

“D-Do you want us to be over?” he asks. 

I shake my head. 

“No, Yoongi, I don’t,” I declare, “we need time from each other though.”

Yoongi nods. 

“We go back to Korea tomorrow,” he says, “this might be the last time you see me for a while.”

“I-I had a feeling. Yoongi-”

“Y/N-” 

Yoongi chuckles when we cut each other off. 

“Y/N, you can go first.”

 “Yoongi, I love you, I-I just wanted you to know that. It just felt like you didn’t believe me when you asked if I wanted to break up.”

Yoongi plays with my fingers and shakes his head. 

“You know I believe you,” he says, “I just, I thought I screwed things up for us big time but I’m glad I didn’t. “ 

“Were you serious about dealing with those hate comments?”

Yoongi nods sharply. 

“Yes, and those people who wrote those things aren’t fans,” he says, “a true ARMY respects us, everything about us.”

His voice is laced with so much passion, my heart swells, in a good way this time. Our eyes stay connected as we kiss once more. Yoongi moans into it, head lulling back as his hands make their way down my sides, brushing underneath my hoodie. 

“What are you feeling for Yoongi,” I say against his lips.

Yoongi ducks his head into the crook of my neck, pulling me so that I straddle him.

“I missed you, I’m going to miss you when I leave,” he whines, “I watched you all last night in that dress, urging for your touch.”

I giggle at his words.

“But we did touch, held hands even.”

“You know what I mean,” he grumbles, “only if you want to, that is?”

Yoongi pulls back with an adorable, inquisitive stare. The dryness under his eyes remains from his tears, yet the easy going, soft stare he’d usually give me is back and I can’t help but kiss him again. 

“Yes, Yoongi,” I say, “you can touch me, can I touch you?”

“Please Y/N, I’m yours.”

We kiss, bodies pressed against each other: me flushed down on Yoongi’s while he presses himself against me. My fingers move to his hoodie, he lifts it to help me get it off quickly. Underneath he smells of fine lavender, his toned chest revealed to me without a shirt. 

“No shirt?”

Yoongi shakes his head. 

“I had just finished in the shower when you got here,” he explains, “to lazy to put one on. Now come back here.”

Yoongi pulls me back towards him, lips attaching themselves to my neck as his hands gently ghost over my breasts. He groans as he bunches my hoodie up and over my head. 

“Why didn’t you take this off sooner?”

I can’t help but giggle, toss my hoodie to the side, along with my shirt and lean down to nibble his neck. His soft groans force me to continue and plant soft kisses down his chest. I gasp at the growing need in his sweats, he bites down on his lips and shudders. 

“You’re so reactive, Yoongi.” I whisper against his skin. 

“Only for you jagi,” he purrs, “c’mon, I need to feel you. All of you.”

I nod in agreement as he fiddles with the buttons of my jeans, sliding them down to my ankles. 

“No, all the way down,” he breathes, “I want you against me.”

I do what he says giddily. 

“So, this isn’t our usual quickie?”

Yoongi shakes his head while discarding his sweats, revealing nothing underneath them as well, his member springing to life. 

“Of course not, Y/N,” he mutters, “wait, didn’t we have time when we did it in my studio?”

I roll my eyes. 

“Yeah, but Namjoon interrupted us, remember.”

“Oh yeah, well just come here, please,” he groans. 

I discard my underwear and lay back down next to him. Yoongi’s quick to get on top this time, hovering over me with arms on either side of me. There’s so much admiration in his eyes, I get lost in them as my eyes begin to water again. Yoongi notices and gently cups my face. 

“Are you ok? Do you want to stop, Y/N?”

I shake my head. 

“No, I still want you Yoongi, it’s just, you look at me-the way you look at me is a little overwhelming sometimes.”

Yoongi flashes a gummy smile. 

“I hope that’s a good thing.”

“I-It is, you’re too adorable for your own good sometimes,” I say, “I’m so happy my first Grammy was with you.”

Yoongi’s eyes sparkle before he kisses me, easing himself close towards my entrance.

“I’m happy too, God Y/N-”

His hitches and my back arches as he carefully slides inside me. My arms rush around his back, forcing him to groan as he settles completely inside.  

“Yoongi, ah y-you can move.”

Yoongi nods as he pulls out slowly and thrusts back in, repeating his action as his speed steadily builds. My head lulls back at how he manages to hit my sweet spot so well, over and over again. 

“Mmh, Y-Yoongi-”

He cuts me off with a low grunt and presses his lips against mine, suppressing the moan that came from low in my throat. 

“Y/N, how close are you jagi?”

My eyes barely stay open as he continues his powerful thrusts, hands holding my waist as my climax grows closer. 

“I-I’m so close Yoongi!”

“Ah, I feel it!” he groans, “I-I love you!”

My climax comes as I cling to him. Yoongi removes my arms from around his to intertwine our hands as I finally reach my high. He groans, pulls out before coming all over the sheets beside us. The sound of our breaths fill the room as we both laugh in the afterglow.

“Y-you could have grabbed a condom, nasty,” I giggle. 

Yoongi shrugs and pulls me back against him. 

“We’re leaving tomorrow anyway,” he notes, “gosh, you’re so beautiful, do you need anything before we clean up?”

I shake my head and snuggle against his chest. 

“Nothing, all I need right now is you.”

  * * *

“So, you guys won’t be back until your tour in a couple months?”

Yoongi nods. 

He’s in his studio right now, alone while we’re on facetime. 

“I know you said we need space apart, but I hope to at least grab some lunch together before tour actually starts,” he suggests, “your choice.”

I can’t help but grin against my pillow. 

“Sounds like a plan. Yoongi I-”

I’m cut off by Namjoon stepping into his studio with a notebook in hand. They must be ready to work. 

“I’ll catch you later,” I say. 

Yoongi frowns. 

“What were you going to say?” he asks. 

He’s so adorable when he frowns, the duality of this man. 

“I love you, don’t work too hard.”

Yoongi flashes that same gummy smile again. 

“I love you too.”

[purplesurveys]

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Social Media Survey

[joybucket]

What is your favorite social media site?  Either Twitter or YouTube, though I never use YouTube as a social media site per se so I guess this round goes to Twitter.

Do you use...

facebook? myspace? twitter? snapchat? instagram? youtube? pinterest? bzoink? another site with message boards? tumblr? deviantart? xanga?

Facebook

Do you get on Facebook every day?  Yeah pretty much all throughout the day. I used to never use it, like never ever; but back in college all announcements were coursed through Facebook so I was technically required to be on it regularly, and it was from there that I began to see memes and start to be more active. I’m a shitposter more than anything though and I rarely ever post stuff of my own. How many FB friends do you have?  I have 679 at the moment but I want to get rid of like 500 of them; it’s just such a long list to go through so I never get to proceed with my unfriending spree lol.

Have you ever been on a deleting spree?  HAHA I just mentioned that. I’ve always wanted to, but like I said 679 is already such an exhaustive list for me, and that’s considering I only started touching my Facebook in like 2019. I can’t imagine people who started Facebook in like 2009 and have 4000 friends aka most people I know.

Have you blocked a lot of haters?  I don’t have haters; at least I’m not aware of any that I have. Not that it’s something I care about at this point.

Do you get bullied online a lot?  No, but that’s also because I don’t really open the channels for people to send in hate. I don’t have Q&A handles like Curious Cat and I never pick out that option in Instagram where people can send in questions.

What's your favorite Facebook app?  Oh I never use Facebook for their apps. Are those still even a thing...? Anyway, I mainly go there to be on the hunt for stupid memes I can reshare or to watch videos that are either funny or informative.

Are you a fan of selfies?  I don’t mind if other people do it, but I think I’m honestly bad at selfies so I almost never take them. I’ve never figured out my angles or what filters look ok on me.

Has anyone ever called the police on you because they didn't like your status?  No but I have had my posts reported because they were deemed ‘offensive.’ Which is weird because my posts that have been taken down are those that speak out against disgusting men, which says a lot about Facebook runs their shit more than anything else.

Are you in any facebook groups?  I’m in nearly a hundred groups, both private i.e. for school purposes, and public.

Are you the admin of any groups?  Nah. Too much time and effort needed out of me.

Do you report abuse to group admins whenever you see it?  Yes. I report the post then leave the group.

What could make Facebook better?  They could put more effort into detecting and banning troll farms.

What year did you start using Facebook?  I made an account in 2012 because of a high school class that required us to upload this specific video-format homework onto Facebook (which in hindsight is such an insensitive homework considering that was nearly a decade ago when the Philippines was still severely behind in internet connection speeds?? Ugh). But I didn’t start actively using my account until around two years ago.

What is your current profile picture of?  Myself, posing in front of the sunflowers in school during the recent graduation season.

Did you like the old Myspace better than Facebook?  I was never a regular user of Myspace, so...

Pinterest

What are some of your favorite boards?  I’ve never had a clue what the purpose of Pinterest was. I mean I have an account...but I’ve also never gotten the hang of it?? so I never touch it hahaha.

Have you ever done a craft you saw on Pinterest?  Well no, because I’m terrible at arts and crafts anyway.

Do you have a Dream Wedding board? If so, what's on it?  No.

If you have a Dream House board, what does your dream house look like?  Ok fine this one I did start hahahah but I don’t even remember what I added on there anymore. I’m sure it was filled with modern-style houses with minimalist interior design.

Do you wish they'd bring the "like" button back?  I’m not even aware of this option.

Do you have a Bucket List board?  Not aware of this either.

Which do you like better: Just Girly Things or And That's Who I Am? The second one sounds less childish. < Same, and it sounds like it covers more.

Do you have a board for tattoos you like? If so, what are some of your faves?  No. The only one I ever made was the house one, then Pinterest quickly became boring from there when I realized there wasn’t much else I could do besides making mood boards.

Do you have a "Random" or "Miscellaneous" board?  No.

Have you ever reached the maximum number of boards?  No.

Do you have any secret boards?  No.

Have you ever had a Pin deleted because of copyright laws?  No.

Do you have a Color board? No.

Do you have an About Me board? If so, what's on it? No.

YouTube

Do you have a YouTube channel? If so, what is it?  Technically I do but I only have it so I can tailor video suggestions to my interests and so that I can like videos and subscribe to channels I like.

What kind of things do you post on YouTube?  I’ve never posted any video on there, not even private ones. I’m also not the type to comment.

What do you like to watch on YouTube?  These days YouTube serves as a stress reliever for me, which is to say I would typically go for humorous BTS-related compilations because there are sooooo many hilarious channels that make these great videos haha. Occasionally I’d go back to channels or series that I used to frequent, like Good Mythical Morning, Buzzfeed’s Worth It and Unsolved, Try Guys, Watcher, etc. 

Are you subscribed to any channels?  To so many.

Do you watch any vlogs? If so, what ones are your favorite?  Hm probably Jiwoo’s, though her channel is called Mejiwoo. I find her content calming and conversational and basically fun to binge-watch when I’m not looking for anything super super particular to watch.

If you have a channel, how many subscribers do you have?  0. I’m just a lurker.

Will you subscribe to my channel? (msg me if you want a link!)  Only if it’s really fit to my interests, I guess.

Do you watch music videos?  Rarely; not a fan of MVs in particular. I only really ever put an exception for BTS.

Have you ever watched a TV show on youtube?  Well no since their copyright team works hard and works fast lol. I do watch entire video game walkthroughs from time to time.

Have you ever worked out to exercise videos on youtube?  No, I can’t care less about working out tbh.

Have you watched Amanda Todd's famous video?  No. I’m scared that it might be too upsetting or triggering for me.

Have you ever looked up how to do something on YouTube?  Not really, I prefer looking up articles that can teach me step by step in words.

Do you get a lot of hate comments on youtube?  No, I’ve never posted anything on there.

How long have you been a youtuber?  Never been.

Instagram

Do you post on Instagram a lot?  I do 1-3 Instagram stories in a week, I would say. As for posts, I only have 4 in total and I don’t really feel the pressure to add more. I just post when I feel the want to.

Have you ever posted a poll on instagram?  Nah, I’m not too sure if anyone would participate so I’ve never tried. If you don't have an iPhone, do you wish you could use Instagram?  I’m pretty sure other operating systems can also use Instagram...

Do you have any followers?  Around 50, I think.

Do you like Instagram filters? I’ll use them sometimes to make my stories appear prettier.

Twitter

Do you think twitter is stupid? Hehe show me at least one person who doesn’t think so. < Coming from someone who regularly uses Twitter, agree. It is crazy stupid but stupid is what I’m there for. Which is honestly not always such a bad thing to me - I like that people are more themselves, more stripped-down, vulnerable on Twitter. People always seem to want to show off their best selves on Facebook and Instagram, so I’m actually kind of grateful that there is at least one social media out there where people can just be their clumsy, goofy selves.

How often do you tweet?  Probably a maximum of five a day. Nowadays I’m on there mostly to just scroll through my timelines.

Do you get on twitter every day?  Yes, both on my personal and fan account.

Bzoink

Do you make a lot of surveys?  I never make them but I try to take them as often as I can.

Do you take a lot of surveys?  Haha sorry, was one step ahead of you. Yeah, I do.

Do you post in the message boards?  Nah. I dunno if I’m even permitted to check the message boards on Bzoink considering I don’t have an account.

What types of surveys are your favorite?  Categorized surveys like this one or countdown ones can be fun, but at the end of the day I like sticking to the classic random survey.

Do you have friends on here?  Not on Bzoink, but here on Tumblr yes! There’s a number of people here I like keeping up with :)

Do you post all your secrets on here?  Again, not on Bzoink; but yep I share pretty much everything here.

What type of survey do you think I should make next?  Anything but basic/about me-themed ones that will ask for my name and eye color and weight.

Do you read peoples' answers to your surveys?  I’ve never made a survey.

Do you think you are good at making surveys? 

Do you try to make unique surveys?

What type of surveys do you want to see more of?

Random

This or That

Scattergories

Have You Ever

Are you like me?

About You

Personal, Deep Questions

Girly

Music shuffle

Would You Rather

Do you have this in your bedroom?

Long

Short

All About Your Crush

Fashion

Make-up

School

Music

Your health

Your friends

Confessions

Girl Confessions - how different is this from just confessions? Hahaha

R-Rated

Controversial topics

Myspace

Did you have a myspace when you were in high school?  I started an account in like 4th grade when Myspace was ~big, but I didn’t find it fun and everyone my age was on Friendster anyway, so I was largely inactive.

Do you use myspace now?  No. Is it still even around? I have no clue.

Do you miss bulletins? I didn’t get to join in on the fun so there’s nothing to miss.

Did you like customizing your profile with the old myspace?  Not attributed to Myspace but I did have a lot of fun customizing my Multiply and Tumblr accounts back in the day. That was a period where I really got to learn and play around with HTML :)

Did you have music on your profile?  Not on Myspace again but I did on Multiply! I had a cute little playlist that played the songs immediately as soon as you landed on my page hahaha.

Did you learn HTML when you used Myspace?  Tumblr, yeah. I believe the skills are still there but I’ll definitely be a bit rusty.

Did you have a customized cursor?  Oh, no. Wasn’t a fan of those as I found them a bit tacky.

Did you use glitter graphics?  Also found those tacky haha no, I never used those.

Do you remember posting glitter graphics on friends' pages?  Nope.

Did you make "dolls"?  I don’t recall ever making those.

Did you use photo captions?  Not sure what this is referring to so let’s just say no.

Did you have a photo slideshow on your profile?  Hmmm nope, I don’t think so.

Xanga

Did you have a Xanga account back in the day?  No. It wasn’t big here so I had never heard of it until I started taking surveys on here and heard people mentioning Xanga, actually.

Do you have a xanga account now?  No.

Did you post photos and quotes on your xanga page?  I never had any.

Snapchat

Do you use snapchat?  I did; I was superrrrr active on there for a time. It kind of just got old at one point, though, and my feed got more and more dead until I too just left my account dormant altogether.

What is your favorite filter?  There were a lot of cute ones on there that helped me be more confident with taking selfies but my favorites have to be the dog and flower crown ones.

Tumblr

Do you understand Tumblr?  I had a better handle of it when I ran a fan account that required me to be more active; but now that I really just go on here to take surveys I just use the basic functions and nothing more. But yeah, I understand just enough to get by.

Do you use Tumblr?  Yeah. Even on the days I don’t post surveys, I regularly go on here to keep up with friends I like keeping up with like Elisabeth, Lane, Steph, Lina, Julie :)

Other

What forum sites did you use to love that aren't around anymore?  There was one message board I frequented for this girly/tween magazine I used to collect, but I won’t share the name.

Are there any other great social media sites that you recommend?  I think this survey was able to cover all the main ones I use.

Do you use a photo editing site? If so, what?  I use apps instead of sites to edit my photos.

Do you ever use BeFunky.com?  Nope.

Do you use a video editing site? If so, what?  Nah, I rarely have to edit videos in a super intricate, detailed way. Apple’s video editing features suffice for me.

Have you ever downloaded fonts?  Very occasionally since it’s never necessary.

Have you ever used photobucket to upload an image?  No but I remember going on there back in the day to look for images. I never uploaded any, though.

Do you use iTunes?  Not anymore. I have an account on Spotify now.

Do you listen to music on Pandora?  No, never used it.

[robinrunsfiction]

can we get a sequel to the lonely road? maybe the reader deletes their Twitter account and the haters are tweeting how weak they are and such and gee steps in on Twitter and all his socials talking about it and how happy he is and that everyone putting the reader down wasn't truly a fan because they weren't respecting her and how happy she made him? just gee stepping in and defending the reader

The Lonely Road Part 2 - Home Again

Pairing: Gerard Way x Female ReaderRating: Teen (for online bullying)Requested By: Three separate anonsWord Count: ~1,500Author’s Note: Holy smokes guys! Three separate anons all looking for part two of this story?! That make me feel so good as a writer! And the best part is that everyone seemed to have the same idea I did, as I had basically pulled that part out of part one to keep it from getting too long and rambling. Kinda like this note is getting. Ok on to the story!

Gerard flew back to LA later that day and your tour continued on. The next few stops were much better, thanks in part to the refreshing visit with Gerard and a day off that everyone sorely needed, but also Christine getting much more stern with the interviewers about the questions they would be asking. 

Having removed the Twitter app from your phone was proving to be incredibly helpful for your mental health, however it wasn’t silencing the constant stream criticism and hate from Gerard’s so-called fans. The longer you maintained your silence, the more vicious the tweets became.

I hope @(YFN)(YLN) bus crashes

Hey @mikeyway is (YN) as aweful as she seems?

can we just cancel her fo existing? #(YN)iscancelledparty

A couple weeks later, the tour was over and you were rolling back into LA. Christine drove you home and debriefed you on what you would be doing in the coming weeks, but most importantly you had a few days off. All you could think of was getting home and meeting up with Gerard, but when you finally arrived, a familiar car was already waiting in the driveway.

“Gee!” You squealed, jumping out of the passenger seat as soon as the car had stopped moving. You ran up to him and jumped in his arms as he spun you both around. “Ugh the last two weeks were the longest yet!”

“I know, I missed you so much,” he said, setting you back down before planting a big kiss on you. 

You weren’t aware of how long you had been lost in Gerard’s kiss until you heard Christine clearing her throat behind you.

“Sorry to interrupt this lovely reunion, you two really are the cutest I swear, but (YN) you wanna get your dirty laundry out the back seat of my car?” Christine asked snidely.

You pulled back and rolled your eyes as you went to retrieve your things.

“Thanks again for coordinating everything so I could come out and see (YN),” you heard Gerard say to Christine. 

“Happy to help. I’ll get outta here so I’m not interrupting any further,” she said with a wave. “Oh and don’t forget (YN), meeting on Tuesday at 11 AM.”

“Got it,” you said, waving her off as Gerard helped to carry your bags inside the house. “Ugh, finally it’s just you and me again,” you said, draping your arms over Gerard’s shoulders as he put his hands on your waist, kissing you sweetly.

“My favorite place to be,” he smiled. “What do you wanna do first?”

“Honestly? I’m starving, can we order some lunch? And then eat it in bed? And just stay in bed for like the rest of the day?“

“That sounds great,” Gerard laughed.

~

The next morning Gerard invited you to go along with him to the studio to sit in on My Chem’s recording session.

”(YN)! How was touring?“ Ray greeted you with a warm hug.

"Ugh, it was a real learning opportunity,” you laughed and rolled your eyes.

“Gee told us you were having some trouble with the internet. That’s why I just stay away from it,” Ray shrugged.

“You probably got the right idea,” you replied as Mikey and Frank walked in.

“Hey (YN), welcome back,” Mikey said, exchanging a look with Frank.

“Yea… what was that about?” You replied, narrowing your eyes as you lookied between the two of them.

“Nothin,” Frank replied. “I gotta get in there and get this riff recorded before I lose it,” he said,  hurrying into the recording booth. Ray turned his attention to talking to the producer about what Frank was doing, leaving you with the brothers.

“Mikey, what was that look you gave Frank?” Gerard pressed.

“Yea, spill it,” you chimed in.

Mikey sighed. “I went on twitter for the first time in a while and there were all these messages directed at me asking why you weren’t on there, if you were too scared and weak to face the fans, if I liked you dating Gee, if Gee was happy, asking me to break you guys up so Gee and Frank can be together,” he said rolling his eyes.

“For fucks sake,” Gerard muttered, running his hand through his hair.

“Did you reply?” You asked, your voice barely coming out as a squeak. You were so sick of this response when your music career was just barely taking off. What if you achieved the level of success you once dreamed of, what would the criticism be like then? And what if Gerard got sick of dealing with you and the drama that seemed to follow you at every turn.

“Nah, I’m not gonna dignify that shit with a response. But for the record, I love you and Gee together,” he smiled reassuringly.

“Well I’ve fucking had it,” Gerard snapped as he pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“Shutting this down. These people claim to be fans, but can’t show a shred of respect to you, me, Mikey, Frank, Jamia, any of us. It ends today.”

You glanced at Mikey, who shrugged and joined Ray listening to Frank play. Gerard quickly slipped deep into thought as he typed furiously at his phone. You turned your attention to Frank’s playing as well until you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“Wanna go for a walk?” Gerard asked.

“Sure,” you replied with a smile as you got up and followed him out of the studio. It was a warm, sunny day, perfect for being outside instead of cooped up in a soundproof, windowless room. Gerard’s hand found yours as you wandered down the street, eventually stopping at a small cafe with big planters of bright flowers surrounding their outdoor seating area.

“This place is so cute,” you commented between sips of your iced coffee when you found a table.

Gerard nodded in agreement, before sliding his chair closer to yours. “I wanna get a photo,” he said, holding up his phone as he leaned in and placed a kiss on your cheek and you laughed with delight. Before you knew it, you and Gerard were practically having a full-on photo shoot, taking photos on your phones of each other, and both of you together. You were laughing and having a wonderful time until two people in business attire shot you a withering glance as they sat down at one of the other tables to begin their meeting.

As Gerard’s laughter died down, he started scrolling through the photos. “This is the one,” he said.

“What?” You asked, looking up from your own collection of photos.

“One sec,” he said, concentrating on his phone for a moment. “Ok, umm, so I want you to read this caption before I post it on instagram. You’re the most important person in the world to me and I love you. I’m so sick of how you’re being treated online, so I hope this shuts it down.”

When you took his phone, you looked at the photo he had selected and edited a little. You were laughing, holding your coffee, the bright flowers behind you providing the perfect backdrop as the sun shone down, but your heart pounded in your chest as you scrolled down and began to read:

It frustrates me that I even have to write this, but it’s overdue. For weeks and months now, I’ve tried to ignore the near constant barrage of hate and vitriol being spewed toward someone who is so important to me. I’ve said before that (YN) brings so much happiness and love to my life, she’s someone that I’ll be with forever if I’m lucky. 

But when every day I have to see and hear that people are questioning how much joy she brings me, saying vile things to and about her, it makes me sick. No one deserves that. And the fact that it’s being done in the name of supposedly protecting me is unacceptable. Disrespect is unacceptable and that’s not what being a fan is. 

To everyone who has shown (YN) love and support with her new album, or at the very least treated her respectfully, thank you. I appreciate it so much.

To my love (YN), I am so sorry that I didn’t do this sooner. You’re the most talented, beautiful, thoughtful, loving woman I’ve ever met. Never let them steal what makes you wonderful. I’m here for you always.

You glanced up at Gerard, your eyes welling up with tears. “Thank you,” you said softly.

“I mean it, I’m so sorry I didn’t step in sooner. I thought if we ignored it, they’d shut up and go away, not get worse.”

“It’s ok, there was no way of knowing,” you shrugged. “Maybe this will get someone to think twice. And I think we’ll all be better off if we take a break from Twitter. That’s where the worst of it seems to be.”

“You’re right,” Gerard nodded. “I  really love you (YN),” he said with a gentle smile.

“I love you too. And thank you for everything you do for me,” you said as you leaned in and sweetly placed a kiss against his lips.

[brieannakeogh]

Dog Days of Summer- Ch 14

Dog Days of Summer- Chris Evans X plus sized reader. Dog days of summer are usually defined as the hottest of the year, some define it as lazy days. This year ‘hottest’ has nothing to do with the outside temp. You meet Chris and Dodger Evans while taking your own dog to the park.

Previous Chapter / Master List

Warnings: No warnings

Chapter 14

It had been a week since Chris left Boston. You had gotten the job you interviewed for and were supposed to start the following week. Life had gone back to what it was before, except for the fact that he did end up video calling you a lot. Always in the morning and at night, sometimes on set when he was bored between scenes. Introduced you to the other actors he was working with, when they inevitably asked him who he called all the time. Your heart still beat wildly when you would hear him say his girlfriend. 

Week two you had started work so he couldn’t call you in the middle of the day. He still texted random thoughts to you, which you responded to on your breaks and at lunch. You thought it would be really hard, but it wasn’t bad. You did your thing, he did his and you met in the middle through smart phone or the computer. Still, you missed his physical presence, but then he would text you a snarky remark to something you sent him or a funny meme and it would be ok again. 

Week three the tabloid hit the shelf. It was quickly picked up by Buzzfeed and forwarded to you by a well meaning coworker, asking if that was you kissing Chris Evans. Quickly going on break, you run to the bathroom and pull out your phone, where you see he had already messaged you about it. A picture of the original tabloid with the caption: “I’m so sorry.”, came in forty-five minutes before. Clicking on the little picture by his name, you wait for the ringing to be answered on the other end. 

“Chris?” You ask when the line was picked up but no one said anything. 

“I...I…” Right away you knew his anxiety was getting to him.

“Chris, it’s ok. Just take a deep breath.” You take a couple of breaths with him. “Are you ok?” 

“Shouldn’t I be asking that of you?” 

“I’m fine. We’ve already talked about this, although I hadn’t seen the response online. I just saw it a few minutes ago and called you.” 

“It’s not bad right now, mostly supportive. I was really worried about how you would react.” He confesses. 

“Don’t worry about me. You’ll still be coming home this weekend won’t you?” 

“Yeah that hasn’t changed.”

“Good. Just do what you have to to finish up and then you can take a break and we’ll come up with a game plan. I’m sure twitter has been bugging you for a response.” 

He chuckles. “I don’t dare get on twitter right now.” 

“We will see each other in a few days and we’ll just play dumb until then, that work?” 

“Ok.” 

“You sound like you feel better.” 

“I do. When you didn’t text me back for almost an hour I just knew it wasn’t going to be good. I really thought you would be freaking out more about this.” 

“Oh I probably will, but being able to focus on you and getting you to calm down helped me to calm down.” You laugh. “I’ll keep my phone turned on vibrate and on my desk so I can see it. That way I won’t miss it if you need me for something.” 

“Sweetheart, you’re just as busy as I am, I don’t want to get you in trouble. Now that I know you’re not freaking out, I’m good.” 

“Still gonna do it. You’re too far away to stop me.” The smirk in your voice coming through. 

“Not for long. I’ll be home soon.” 

“Can’t wait.” 

You say your goodbyes and go back to your desk, ignoring the coworker that sent you the link. Tentatively you type in ‘Chris Evan’s girlfriend’. Images of you and he kissing in front of the car and holding hands assault you. It was more than just the one photo that was linked on Buzzfeed and he had sent you. Different angles, none of them flattering, showing you and he being close and coupley. Clicking on the first link, an online version of the tabloid, you read the short caption. “Chris Evans spotted kissing unknown woman outside of his apartment the morning he left for LA. Couple looked close and more than just a hook-up. Sources say they’ve been seen around the Boston area for weeks, holding hands and looking lovey-dovey. Does Cap have a new girl in his life?” 

That particular site didn’t have a comment section, so you moved on. Hesitating over the Twitter link, you knew it was the best place to look, but also was going to be the most toxic. Steeling yourself you make the most dramatic click of your life and see a few different hashtags trending. Luckily, the most popular hashtag, that was about you, still wasn’t first on the list and it was just a basic #chrisevansgirlfriend. That was fine, that was normal. A few rows down you see one that turns your stomach, #chrischubbychaserevans. You have the perverse urge to click it and spiral into the toxic waste dump that is Twitter on a bad day, but you hold off when you see not far below it, #sizedontmatter. That one you do click. 

It brings up threads full of people, strangers, defending you, defending his choice. Congratulating him since he looks so happy. It’s full of support and love. You tell yourself that you won’t cry, set it as a mantra in your head, but it doesn’t work the more you scroll through. Closing the page out so you don’t break down in the middle of the office, you try your best to continue on like any other normal day. By the time you get home, you are mentally exhausted. Not only did you have to dodge coworkers questions but at some point someone got a hold of your phone number. You had several reporters call to see if you would like to comment and if it was really you in the picture. Hanging up on the people didn’t deter them. 

You made a high pitched growling, squealing noise when the phone rang again, effectively scaring Popcorn from the room. Your thumb automatically going to the cancel swipe before you noticed it was Chris. 

“Thank god it’s you! I was about to chuck the phone out the window!” You told him dramatically, a large sigh escaping you. 

“Don’t tell me they got your phone number?” 

“Yep. Just the reporters at least. No threatening fan calls or anything.” 

“I’m sorry baby. I’ll call my manager and have him set up a new private phone number for you as soon as he can.” 

“That would be very much appreciated. It’s not so bad though. I got on Twitter today.” 

“Braver than I am. Been avoiding it all day. How bad was it?” 

“It was definitely a mixed bag of reactions. There were a number of supporters, but also your haters just labeled you as a chubby chaser, and you became the posterboy for plus sized acceptance.” You laughed. 

“They’re just jealous. How could I get a girl as hot as you?” 

“Pfft yeah ok. I’m totally the hot one in the relationship.” Sarcasm dripping from your voice. 

“Seriously, it will blow over soon.”

“I know, some other scandal will hit the interwebs and soon I’ll be a distant memory.” 

“You might pop back up in the news when I drag you to award shows this season.” You sit on your couch gaping like a fish. “Hello? Still there? Did you die?” 

“But you never take anyone to those things, except family.” 

“Maybe it’s time to change that.” He said quietly. “We don’t have to worry about that now. I just can’t wait to see you for a couple of days this weekend!” He talked excitedly about what he wanted to do and seamlessly shifted the conversation in that direction. 

You both stopped talking about the public pictures of the two of you and went back to normal conversations. Deciding that the most important part of your relationship was seeing each other in just a few days. The weekend seemed to be coming quickly and after only a couple more days of work, you left a little early so you could go to his place. 

He luckily had given you the arrival time that morning and your boss was fine with you taking an hour off early. The fact you were fake coughing had nothing to do with your time off, or at least you didn’t particularly say you were sick at the time. The public bus stop wasn’t far from your place when you went to work, but his area was more converted to not having a bus stop near it, since it was even more expensive than your area. Granted it wasn’t an issue, only being a few blocks that you had to walk. Picking up Popcorn from the house first, since you knew he would love to see Dodger. It took you a little off the time frame you were needing, so you assumed he was in the apartment, putting his items away and getting settled. The fact that your phone started ringing, with his dogs name coming up, worried you a bit since you were now behind the time he was supposed to get back. 

“Hey.” Trying the hardest to answer him in a neutral voice. 

“Where are you? I came to your office but your boss said that you went home sick. I didn’t know you didn’t feel good. Then I came down here and you’re not at home.” You can’t help but laugh at the fact that he went to your job and your home, trying to surprise you, just like you had him. “Why are you laughing?” 

He actually sounded worried so you wanted to calm him down. “Because I’m right in front of your own apartment. I had asked for a little time off early, while having a cough that may have been acting I committed, so I could come on down to you. The bus just took forever to drop me off is all. I’m surprised you came down to the office.” 

“Well I did come in a little early and got unpacked and tired of sitting around. Thought you would enjoy me picking you up.” 

“That would have been very pleasurable. How about we walk to each other and meet in the middle? What about the dog park?” 

“Dodger would love that...you got Popcorn with you?” 

“I do in fact.” 

“See you in a few minutes.” 

You quickly hang up the phone and grab the dog so that you are power walking down the sidewalk instead of going slow. “What do you think Popcorn? Should I tell him I love him, even with the tabloid notice coming out about us or wait? Should I also quit now and go with him to the set?” Popcorn starts to shake because of how quickly you are walking. “Yeah I’m not sure either.” You kiss the dog on the top of his head and speed up even more. 

Next Chapter

I did it! I finished this chapter! I know it’s been a while and thank ya’ll so much for understanding. It’ll still be a while on the next chapter too but maybe I’ll be able to get to it lol. Let me know what you think of the last 500 words b/c I wrote that while still healing and probably a little mental off with a brain tumor, but oh well. That should be away soon until it gets bad. 

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[social-holland]

Hate

Pairing: Zendaya  x Female! Reader

Warning: Angst, Angst, Angst with a little bit of fluff.

Summary:  Hate comments is what you receive daily being the girlfriend of Zendaya, what happens when one day Z replys to it  and you can’t hold back anymore.

Word count: 1797

A/N: I’m so awful and this is so late. I’m sorry, Jess! This is for @underoosbws 3k celebration! Please check her out, her writing is amazing. Especially Untitled!

My prompt btw was: “You’re my boyfriend/girlfriend, I shouldn’t be trying this hard to get your attention.”

To say that Zendaya’s and your relationship was on a rough patch was one of the most understatements of the year. What once was one of the best, if not the best, relationship you ever had turned to heartache in just a few months.

There was not one single problem that made it that way it was now. Just different things that tend to pop up with even worse timing. Turning this things into arguments and every so often even full on fights.

But these arguments and fights were starting to take a toll on you. You disliked fights. Always had and always will.

Why making a big scene, yell and throw things at your loved one when you might as well could solve it with a discussion and a good compromise for both sides?

Sometimes even sacrifice your own happiness to make you significant other happy. That’s what you wanted. Make Zendaya happy and give her everything you could.

All the yelling and arguing and crying tired you out. Adding extreme fan hate on different social media platform and you crumbling self-doubt and mental health problems and you have the perfect recipe for disaster.

At this point you were barely making it out of bed to go to university or your job every day. Trying your best. Your days consisted of getting up, trying to make yourself look at least presentable and making your way to class. Trying to follow the best you could to follow the lectures, every so often looking for a sign from Z.

Catching up with friends, trying not to show them in what kind of state you were. You didn’t want to talk with anyone about it. This was your relationship and even through this were your friends…Z and you were still public. And the public did not like that or better you at all.

On a daily basis you get comments from strangers on how Zendaya’s girlfriend was not good enough for her. That their Queen needed someone better at her side and why should would go out with someone like you. Someone without a career, not being pretty enough or other stuff people liked to call the person next to Z.

She didn’t seem to see it. At least that’s what you assumed until one morning. Z had just come back from filming the new Spiderman movie and you had been separated for a long time since you were not able to fly out.

As a celebration to welcome her back Z, her family, a few friends and you went for a nice dinner the night before. Originally planned as the two of celebrating her birthday belated together, it turned out that she had invited a few more people.

Usually that would have not bother you. You loved her family and her friends plus you wanted her to be happy. But having gone through all the things the last few months, it all in all you were upset over it.

Not wanting to ruin the celebration, you sucked it up and tried to be happy for her. The key word was tried. It turned out that you didn’t get to spend a minute with her until both of you arrived back at home.

You didn’t wait up that night and went straight to bed. At this point you were ready to just cry. You felt ridiculous of being this way. You really should talk to her and that’s what you planned to do the next morning.

A good and comforting talk to get the differences out of the way.  At least that’s what you believed until you woke up the next morning and she was not there. Probably already awake and planning something. You turned around to your bedside table to reach for your phone.

When you opened twitter, the usual hate strolled your way. That was at least until you saw Z replying to one of them. It was a single word which make you take off.

LOL

Just one word, not even a word.

You got out of bed and dressed. This was the final straw. You just had to talk to her. Ultimately deciding that it would be better to have a least a little bit of something in your stomach before calling her.

As you made her way down to the kitchen, you see her sitting on a loveseat in the living room. Every word you had prepared in your head disappeared, months of being unhappy and not satisfied with anything collided at her as you spoke.

“What the hell, Zendaya?”

She finally looked at you and flinched at what she saw. Y/N was standing behind the coach. Her eyes were glazed. She was shaking, her right hand put into a fist. Nails pressing into her flesh. Hurting herself. In the left hand was her phone pressed.

That’s when Z saw how broken her girlfriend appeared. The backs under her eyes were evident. You were drained, and she had never seen you like that. It shocked her to say the least. You are her everything and how could she not recognize that something seemed off with you.

Your red eyes started to tear. Zendaya stood up from her place, wanting you close, to hug you. But you were having none of it. You took a step back, hugging your waist.

“Why would you do that?” Her eyes brows furrowed. “Do what?” She was honestly confused over what you were referring, too. A sob escaped you. “Why would you support a hater?”

Her eyebrows furrowed over your comments. She was confused about what you were talking. As well as over your state of being. She knew that you seemed off the last night as well as the past two months, but your comment baffled her.

“What are you talking about, love?” She takes one of your hands into her. Caressing it and taking you with her to sit on the loveseat.

You focus on your lap. Her hands still holding yours as you start to speak. “T-The tweet y-you posted. Why w-would you do that.” Tears starting to escape from your eyes as you hold your phone to her. Showing what you referring to.

She takes it. The confused look returns as she scrolls over it. As Zendaya goes through it, you just start to ramble at her. You couldn’t stop yourself and it needed to get out, now.

“I do understand that there is a lot for you to take care of and what comes with being famous. But you’re my girlfriend, I shouldn’t be trying this hard to get your attention. This hate is too much, and I feel like I can’t keep up with you anymore. I want you to be happy, I-I really d-do. It starts to feel like that I’m just not good enough anymore and I don’t know how to fix it.”

At this point you lost it. Sobbing like hell and not able to stop it. Zendaya put your phone away before slinging her arms around you. Holding you with your head pressed into her neck. Your arms slung around her waist as well. Making fists with her T-shirt.

She didn’t say anything for a while just letting you cry.

Eventually as you start to tire yourself out, the sobs subsiding, she starts to talk. “Love, first of all…” You press your eyes shut, not ready for what about to come. You try to back away from her but she is strongly holding you. “You are good enough.”

A breath escapes you. That’s when Zendaya leans back and takes your face in your hands, cupping your cheeks. “You. Are. Good. Enough.” She speaks again. “I’m sorry that I made you feel this way.” You are fast to interrupt her. “This is not your fault. I’m s..”

“Don’t you even dare to say that.” She presses her forehead against yours. “I know that we on a rough patch lately. It thought my tweet would help but you probably didn’t even read the rest of it.” Her voice was soft, and her hands were trying to comfort you while going through your hair, playing with it. Her eyes carefully watching you.

Your eyebrows were furrowed at her answer. “What are you talking about?”

She leaned back from you and took your phone before scrolling for a moment and placing it in your hand. A second tweet right under the first one she had send appearing.

Funny of you to assume that my girlfriend is not gorgeous. She truly is amazing and I love her. Attached to it was a picture of both of you, celebrating your birthday last year. Both having huge smiles on your faces and hugging each other. You knew it was her favourite picture.

You felt like honestly throwing your head against the wall. So stupid.

Placing the phone back on the table, you placed your elbows on your knees and let your head falls into your hands. You felt embarrassed to say the least.

“Don’t.” Z whispered to you. She put one arm around your back before placing her head on her shoulder. “I’m so stupid” You whispered. Your hands pressed against your face, voice sounding muffled.

“Y/N/N, you are not stupid. Guessing from what you said earlier this has been happening for a while. What didn’t you say something?” She questioned you. Always in a soft tone and, stroking your back.

“B-Because this are your fans and they are important. I wanted you to be happy.” She signed over your words. “People like this are not my fans, love. Fans support, not hate. And how in the world can I be happy, if you are not?”

“Don’t know.” You whispered which made her laugh. “Exactly.” Zendaya took one of your hands, giving it a kiss.

“Could you at least look at me, please? I want to see your pretty face.” She begged. “It’s not. There is snot and tears.” You answered, now looking at her.

She took your face in her hands, cupping your cheeks. “Still as beautiful as ever.” You could see Z’s eyes twinkling for a bit before she pressed a chaste kiss against your lips and tip of your nose.

Your arms, still around her waist, pressed her closer against you. Inhaling her sweet scent. “I’m sorry for accusing you of not supporting me.” You whispered.

Z hugged you back. “It’s okay.”

You knew it was. And everything would be better than okay eventually. There is a huge pile that you both needed to work on to go through this patch, but you would. Because you both, all in all, you loved each other. And when you truly love someone, you do every little thing in your power to let that relationship thrive.

Thank you for reading. Please, tell me what you liked/disliked about it. :)

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[k-llama-llama]

Scrolling

Stray Kids AU: 10th member

Tori x Stray Kids

When the comeback photos go live, Tori can’t help but scroll through the comments.

Requests are OPEN : Why aren’t you talking to me?!?! I want your thought in my ask box, now!

MASTERLIST

“I’m bored!” Felix whined.

“Why are you bored?” Tori asked. “If you’re bored you should go practice.”

“Why aren’t you practicing?” He asked accusingly. “I don’t know if you know this, but we’re actually in a group together.”

She rolled her eyes. “I know. But my photos are about to go live and I wanna see them.” She held up the phone that she was holding on her hand.

Felix stood up from his spot on the floor. “I thought you already saw it.”

She nodded. “I did. But not with all of the editing, and not with people commenting on it.”

Felix tilted his head. “Are you sure you should be reading comments?”

Tori shrugged. “It’s fine. I just want to see what the fans are saying. I know to just scroll past any hate comments.”

He turned to the stereo and hit play on the music. “You won’t get hate comments. You look gorgeous.”

“You didn’t see the photos.” She reminded him.

“So? I’m being a supportive friend.”

He started dancing, and Tori amused herself by refreshing the Stray Kids twitter page until the pictures popped up.

She squealed and Felix came running. “They look so good!” She exclaimed.

Felix looked over her should at her phone. “It looks great!” He patted her on the shoulder before returning to his dance practice. Tori knew that she should probably start practicing too, but she just wanted to read some fan comments.

She refreshed the page again. The twitter comments were rolling in quickly.

“I’m dead.”

“She’s so gorgeous.”

“That’s my bias right there.”

Tori grinned and closed twitter, quickly opening up fancafe to give it another quick look before she actually decided to care about her job.

The comments on the fancafe were mostly positive too. She read through a few and smiled, until one caught her eye.

“Tori looks like she should lose weight.”

Her mouth hung open a little as she kept scrolling. The comments were still 99% positive, but now her eyes were finding the negative ones.

“She looks awkward.”

“What was her hairstylist thinking.”

“She doesn’t fit the group image at all.”

Tori bit her lip, staring at the comments that decorated her screen. She knew that they meant nothing. They were just haters, with absolutely nothing worthwhile to say. And even though she knew she should just ignore them, it still stung.

“You coming to practice, or what?” Felix looked over at her. “Hey? What’s wrong?”

She shook her head slightly, quickly locking her phone. “Nothing, I’m good.”

Felix raised an eyebrow. “I know you better than that. Is it your head? Is your concussion bothering you?”

Tori shook her head again. “No. My head is fine. Can we just practice?” She stood.”

Felix tilted his head. “You were on your phone, did something bother you?” He picked it up off the chair where she’d left it.

“It’s locked. Let’s just practice.”

He gave her a look. “Right. Let’s pretend I don’t know that your password is 24601. We watched Les Miserables together, remember.”

Tori cursed as he opened the screen. He read through some comments slowly, then looked up at her. “Is this the problem? Some negative comments?”

She frowned. “I should know better than to let it get to me. It’s silly, I know.”

He put her phone down and pulled her into a hug. He rubbed her back, and she wrapped her arms around him without hesitation. “You’re allowed to let it get to you. So long as you remember that it doesn’t mean anything.”

“It was more than one person saying those things.”

Felix shrugged. “They probably copy and paste. Most of those comments were talking about how great you look. Let’s believe those ones instead.”

Tori nodded into his shoulder. “Okay.”

Felix smiled at her. “Seriously, if I believed it every time a comment said something bad about my freckles, where would we be?”

Tori practically growled. “Your freckles are perfect.”

Felix grinned. “I know. And so are you. Which is why we’re going to ignore whatever those stupid comments say.”

Tori gave him a determined nod. “And we’re going to practice.”

He groaned. “Why must you remind me?”

[sardonicsquish]

Do you still love me?

Warning: Online hate, hecka angst, let me know if I need to tag anything

Pairing: Romantic Prinxiety, if you squint, logicality

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Roman, along with the rest of the family, was used to the amount of hate they got on a daily basis. It was expected to happen. They knew not to let the hurtful words get to them, but every so often, one of them found themselves scrolling through twitter and instagram, reading the countless amounts of hate.

This time, it was Roman.

It had started out with one tweet that caught Roman’s eye. Normally, he wouldn’t even take a second glance at it, knowing that if he did, he’d regret it immediately. But this particular tweet mentioned Virgil, and assuming that it was hate towards him, Roman clicked on the tweet, preparing to defend Virgil before he read what the tweet said.

‘Why is still Roman so mean to Virgil? Ugh I thought he was gonna let up on Virgil for once?!?’

The responses varied from people defending Virgil, people hating on Roman, people defending both of them, and then people who were agreeing. By then, sirens were going off in Roman’s mind, yelling at him to stop reading the comments before it was too late. But he seemed to disobey his mind as his fingers continued to scroll and his eyes continued to read.

The harsh words clouded his mind and he found himself agreeing with the haters. Roman was startled by the sound of Patton’s voice, looking up to meet his eyes. “What, sorry?”

“I said do you want to watch a movie with Logan and me?” Roman was silent for a moment before mumbling, “No thanks, you two lovebirds enjoy your movie.”

Patton was a bit confused, as Roman was usually always up to watch a disney movie. But he just nodded, and left. Roman rubbed his eyes and yawned, just then realizing how tired and emotionally exhausted he was. He closed his eyes, and steadied his breath, falling asleep in just minutes.

Virgil was in his room, peacefully sleeping until his phone ringing woke him up. His tired eyes glanced at the clock, groaning when he saw that the time was 3:26. Without looking at who was calling, Virgil tapped the green button on his screen, putting the phone to his ear. “Hello?” He answered groggily.

“Virgil” He recognized his boyfriend’s voice, quickly becoming concerned at the angst and fear in his voice. “Roman? What’s wrong? Are you okay? C’mon talk to me.” He began asking questions, becoming more worried when all he got in response were sniffles and heavy breathing. “You still love me right?”

The anxious side was taken back his boyfriend’s question. “What kind of a question is that? I love you more than anything.” Virgil said in a heartbeat. There was no doubt in his mind that he loved him; he was just confused as to why he was even questioning it. “I was just making sure cause I read a tweet earlier saying that I was bullying you and I had a nightmare that you left me and hated me and-”

“Okay wait back up; you read a tweet saying you bullied me?” Anxiety sighed when he didn’t get a response. “Roman you know not to read the bullshit people say on social media. Especially when it says stuff like that. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me and don’t ever doubt it okay?” Virgil relaxed when she heard Roman hum, his breaths seeming to calm down.

“It is just scary y’know? I used to be really mean to you, and I still joke around sometimes, but maybe I’ve been hurting you this whole time with those jokes. I wouldn’t blame you if you left me for someone else.”

“I understand Roman, but you need to realize that I love you, and the day I leave you is the day that Logan willingly gives up Crofter’s.” He smiled when she heard Roman chuckled.

“Oh my god, I’m so in love with you.” Roman chuckled lovingly.

“Good,” Virgil replied.

“Cause you’re not gonna get rid me that easily.”

[majesticmarais]

Fanboy | Z.H

Requested? Yes!!

Summary: Zach brings Reese to see her favorite band for her birthday and ends up falling for one of the members

Warnings? Nothing it’s just kinda long LOL

Word Count: 1.8k

Tag list: @herrons-headass @adorkableavery @dreamypebbles  @lovableherron @im-on-something-different @samithepixie @averysgarl

A/n: I changed up a bit of the beginning but I kept it pretty much the same, hope that’s okay and you enjoy!!

That morning, as you were getting ready for an interview with a radio show, you had received a dm from someone other than a fan. The verified account had sent you quite a long message, so you sat down in order to read it.

“Why Don’t We...” you mumbled to yourself as you shrugged, scrolling through the dm.

The boy by the name of Zach had told you that your band was his younger sister’s favorite band ever, and her dream was to meet them.He had already bought his sister a VIP package but was wondering if there was any way she could maybe get to see backstage to make her dreams come true.

“Hey guys!” you called out, shuffling down the stairs as you searched for your other bandmates.

“What’s up?” Bella asked you, looking up from her phone.

“I got a DM from some dude in a band, his sister is apparently our #1 fan and he’s wondering if we could maybe show her backstage or something to surprise her for her birthday, would you be down?” you asked, showing them your phone so they could read it for themselves.

“I think that’s cute! We could totally show her around after the meet and greet!” Bella exclaimed.

“You don’t think fans will get mad because we’re doing it with her and not everyone?” you asked, feeling as though the situation could be potentially harmful.

“She just got lucky that you landed on that DM, it could happen to anyone I mean we read through what our fans send all the time. Don’t worry about it,” your other bandmate, Alyssa shrugged.

“Alright,” you mumbled, messaging the boy back on your twitter, giving him details about how you guys would arrange to show his sister backstage, who you knew now was named Reese.

“We should start doing this for a few shows, have it be like a contest or something for people to watch the show backstage,” you suggested.

“That’s actually super smart! We should do that!” Alyssa agreed.

After answering the boy back, he answered you quickly.

Wow you actually saw this!! Thank you so much, I’ll pay you, I just want her to have the best birthday ever! Thanks so much again! :)

After stalking him on social media and listening to a few of his bands songs too, you went to bed thinking about how cute he was, and were pretty excited to meet him and his little sister.

At the meet and greet, you met a whole bunch of fans, doing cute poses and smiling brightly, so happy to be meeting the people that always gave you so much support.

As the next person approached, you noticed that she was accompanied by the boy who had talked to you on Twitter.

“You must be Reese!” you grinned, opening your arms as she ran to you, hugging you tightly, which you reciprocated. “Happy birthday!”

“You guys are my favorite band!” she gushed, her face a light tint of pink, making her look even cuter than she already was.

“Thank you, sweetheart, love your shirt!” you complimented, making her smile even harder.

“Let’s take a picture!” Bella invited after you guys all spoke for a while. Reese chose a cute pose and you all smile for the camera, the bright flash going off.

“Zach wants a picture with y/n, he told me!” Reese whispered, cupping her hand over her mouth so her brother didn’t see what she was saying.

“Oh does he?” you asked, looking over at him and wiggling your eyebrows.

“Come here,” you said to him, opening your arms. He chuckled and gave you a hug, thanking you again for making his sister’s dream come true.

“Kiss him on the cheek!” Reese exclaimed, jumping up and down slightly.

You laughed as you put your arm around Zach, one hand cupping his cheek as you pressed your lips to his cheek, making him grin as the other girls stood around you guys smiling.

“We’ll see you backstage,” Alyssa smirked as the two walked off and you met the rest of the fans.

“Hey gorgeous!” you smiled when you saw Reese again backstage as you walked out of your dressing room.

“Hi y/n,” she blushed, standing right next to Zach.

“I have to go get my makeup and hair done, you wanna come see?” you asked, earning an eager nod from her in return.

“You can come too,” you mentioned to Zach, flashing him a smile as you turned around, guiding them to the dressing room as you sat on the chair, waiting for your hair stylist and makeup artist to be finished with Bella, who was chatting with Reese.

After doing your hair and makeup, you asked your stylist if she could do Reese’s too, which of course made her light up with joy.

“A makeover?” Reese asked.

“Yeah! Although you don’t need one with that beautiful face,” you winked.

As Reese got her makeup done and spoke to your bandmates, you walked over and sat next to Zach, who had been sitting comfortably on one of the chairs, smiling as you walked over.

“She’s so happy,” he said, looking over at his sister with bright eyes.

“You probably just won the best brother award,” you chuckled.

He’s even cuter in person, you thought as you looked over at him, his cheeks rosy and his smile brightening the room even more than it did in pictures.

“I’m excited to see you perform, I know all the words to your songs because of Reese,” he laughed.

“Suuuure ‘from Reese’,” you joked, doing air quotes.

“Okay I’ll admit the songs are good,” he smirked.

“That’s what I thought,” you grinned.

“Don’t get a big head,” he teased.

“Oh, I’m not. I’ve just never met a fanboy before,” you winked.

“On in 5!” the stage manager called, waving his hand for you and the girls to go side stage.

“Hang out after the show?” you asked, wanting to talk to Zach more.

“You bet, superstar,” he smiled.

You ran off stage with the girls, adrenaline still running through your system as the crowds cheers were still heard.

“That was amazing!!!” Reese squealed, clapping her hands for you and the girls.

“Thank you sweetie!” you smiled, giving her a hug and then Zach, who squeezed you lightly.

“You guys can hang out here for a while if you want,” you offered, earning a nod from Zach.

“Wanna maybe grab something to eat once I bring Reese home?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you nodded, “I’d like that.”

Upon returning home that night, you noticed that Alyssa had posted a picture of you and Zach on snapchat. You guys were both laughing and you had your head leaning on his shoulder, her captioning it with a ship name.

You laughed and let out a sigh as you went to twitter, seeing a whole bunch of your fans as well as Zach tweeting the picture and talking about it, wondering if there was something going on between you guys.

You laughed to yourself as you left all their questions unanswered since you yourself had no idea, and fell asleep almost instantly, a slight smile still lingering on your face from the eventful day.

Timeskip

“Are you guys ready?” Jack called to you and Zach as you straightened his tie, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Yeah!!” you called back.

“You look amazing,” he smiled.

“As do you,” you winked. “I’m nervous to perform.”

“You’re gonna be amazing, just like the first time I saw you,” he blushed.

“Ah my little fanboy,” you joked. Since you guys began dating not long after you guys met at your show, you guys always joked about him being a fanboy. It never got old.

“I went for Reese!!” he defended, laughing nonetheless.

You laughed as you took his hand and walked downstairs to meet with the other boys and your bandmates to go to the award show together.

Yours and Zach’s relationship had still not been announced to the fans. It was still something new and fresh for both of you and you wanted to wait a little while before getting any judgement from supporters as well as haters.

You and your band performed right before one of the breaks, and you ran backstage to get yourself fixed up before going with the girls to sit in the crowd and watch the rest of the show.

You entered your dressing room and grinned when you saw your boyfriend, running up to him and jumping into his arms, pressing a hard kiss to his lips.

“You were amazing,” he mumbled against your lips, pulling you closer as he deepened it.

He leaned you against the wall, his tongue finding yours as your lips moved together, both of you feeling excited because of the awards show.

Little did you know that there was a fan who had gotten backstage because her dad was a stage director and had been filming pretty much the entire thing.

“We should go,” you breathed as you pulled away, breathless from the kiss.

“I guess, but I would really rather do this the rest of the night,” he laughed, pressing a soft kiss to your neck before pecking your lips again.

“Duty calls,” you shrugged, taking his hand as you went to the door to make your way back to your spots in the crowd.

“Uhm, y/n?” Zach said once you had gone backstage to change and get ready to head back home.

“Yeah?” you asked, looking back from where you were standing at the mirror, pulling a few bobby pins out of your hair.

“Have you been on Twitter...and instagram...” he said quietly, stepping closer to you.

“No, what’s up?” you asked, turning to face him fully as he showed his phone to you, a video of you making out plastered all over the internet.

“Oh god,” was all you managed to say, taking out your own phone to see for yourself.

“You guys are outed!” Corbyn laughed, putting one arm around each of you, a smile on his face.

“So much for keeping it on the down low, who even took that?” you asked, laughing slightly at the fact that this video had been posted everywhere.

“No idea,” Zach mumbled, “I guess we have to announce it now.”

Zach opened his Twitter and choose a cute picture you had taken together about a week prior, captioning it and tagging you, posting it quickly.

You were overwhelmed with mostly love from the fans, your ship name everywhere as you and Zach smiled.

“Not was I was expecting,” you laughed as you scrolled quickly, browsing through the tweets.

“I guess we’re cute,” he shrugged.

“You’re living the fanboy dream,” you winked, kissing him gently as all of you got ready to go out to eat and celebrate the night.

[bangtanfanfiction]

Secret relationship || 02

PREVIOUS PART

♢ Pairing: Jungkook x Celeb!Reader

♢ Word count: 4.7 k

♢ Genre: Fluff, angst 

   ⌲ Description: Not only is Y/N a famous singer in America, up in the ranks with people like Justin Bieber and Ariana Grande. But she’s also dating a k-pop idol…in secret.

Y/N let out a sigh from where she was lounging on the couch in her apartment. The remote in her hand was pointed at the plasma tv, as she flicked through the channels without any thought. She finally decided to stop on a rerun from a Game of Thrones episode that aired last year, and absently paid attention to the plot. Despite knowing everything that would happen already.

It’s been three days since the Billboard music awards, and two days since her interaction with BTS had blown up on social media. The issue was still a big thing going on at the very moment, but luckily it didn’t get any more extreme than that. So for now, there was still no need to drag in both of their companies to calm the storm. From what she had seen, the fans were continuing to try and come up with different theories on how they had met before and the possibility of it. There were arguments right and left from what she had read, everyone convinced that they were right. It was a bit entertaining to watch at first, to see how creative fans could become. Until they started to blow up her own accounts that is. Yes, Y/N had millions of followers before all of this, but they were all her own fans that appreciated who she was as an artist and person. Now BTS fans were on every single instagram and twitter post, commenting about Jungkook, the boys and how they could have met. A majority also writing things that were both hurtful and inappropriate. But hate comments never bothered her before, so seeing them coming from kpop fans didn’t change anything. She mostly just ignored them, and sometimes even liked a few that were so ridiculous she even snorted. But it was mostly to antagonize the haters so they knew she had read it, and couldn’t give two shits about their opinion.

But it wasn’t only the fans that were discussing about this particular topic. Y/N had noticed how korean websites like Allkpop and Soompi kept bringing up her and Jungkook. But she wasn’t so worried about them, seeing how Amber had warned her that those sites were full of bullshit anyways and nothing to trust. The artist found that out by reading one of their articles that spoke of a “close friend” of her that had somewhat confirmed that they had met for the first time six months ago. At that she couldn’t help but laugh out loud, seeing how Amber was the only one there when she had met Jungkook after all, and it wasn’t even close to six months. She was intrigued to see who this “close friend” was, and was convinced that it was only some attention seeking person that wanted their five minute of fame by being mentioned somewhere. Or maybe just the news site trying to get more views by coming up with fake news.

With a tired sigh she took her attention away from the tv show, seeing how it wasn’t able to distract her thoughts to something else. Y/N knew that Jungkook was probably in Sydney at the moment and preparing for their concert, or currently having it. She never really paid attention to the time difference anyway. She was back home in L.A relaxing in what seemed like forever. After her new album had dropped there were continuous days of interviews and performances. Not that she minded, it was her job after all and she loved it. But having a relaxing day at home was always the best. As Y/N absently paid attention to the show, her phone began to ring as she stretched her body out to reach it far on the table in front of her.

“Elizabeth,” she greeted her manager.

“Y/N!” the older woman replied. “I have very good news!”

“How good?” The girl questioned curiously.

“So good that it will bring you closer to your loving boyfriend,” her tone was smug on the other end of the line, and Y/N straightened up at her words.

“What does Jungkook have to do with this?” she asked confused.

“Everything darling. I’ve managed to make a deal with their label, and the two of you are going to have a collab!”

Y/N knew that this was the moment for her to be ecstatic and jump around in joy, but she couldn’t help but deflate a bit at the news. Considering the circumstances she just didn’t find the will to be happy about it.

“Not to sound negative, but have you not been on social media the last three days?” she asked her manager in disbelief.

“Of course I have, but that is nothing to worry about. You get to collab with one of the biggest names in k-pop at the moment, that will make great PR!”

Y/N closed her eyes and let out a small sigh, “Let me guess, I don’t have a say in this?”

“Not really no,” the woman admitted. “But you better get packing, we’re leaving for Seoul tonight, bybye!”

“Wait what, toni- hello?” The young star couldn’t help but gape down on her phone in shock.

Even though this was such a typical move of her manager to do, she would always be surprised when it happened. Elizabeth liked to drop an unexpected bomb on her from time to time. And that included spontaneous flights to another country across the world on the very same day they would be traveling. Seeing how she didn’t have a choice or say in it, she dragged herself up from the couch with an annoyed groan and into her room. Pulling out a large suitcase Y/N began looking through her closet. She didn’t even know how long they were staying, and just took things which she deemed necessary for traveling. Like a couple of outfits, underwear, electronics and toiletries. After about an hour of packing, the suitcase was full enough to last two weeks the most. Glancing at the time, she still had a couple of hours left and got changed into a pair of black leggings and one of Jungkook’s hoodies she had managed to steal from him. It was grey and reached to her thighs. It looked really big on her smaller form, but it was probably the most comfortable thing she had at the moment. Going into the kitchen, she took out a box of ramen and began to prepare the easy dinner for today. It didn’t take her long before she was seated by the kitchen counter, and practically slurping down the food as she sent a message to her boyfriend.

Feeling satisfied that Jungkook was not feeling guilty, she suddenly heard her front door open and Elizabeth came waltzing in with her usual bright grin, but frowned the moment she saw the half empty ramen box in front of the young star, who smiled sheepishly.

“You really need to learn the meaning of ‘healthy’,” she stated.

“I was hungry and there was no time to make dinner, let me live,” the last sentence was grumbled out as she emptied the rest of the box and disposed of the garbage and chopsticks.

Elizabeth only sighed in reply. “Have you packed yet, we don’t have much time.”

“It’s in my room,” Y/N nodded her head in the direction as her manager walked in without a word and came back out dragging her suitcase with her.

“Let’s go.”

With those words Y/N made sure to turn off all the lights and close all the windows and doors before slipping on her pair of worn out sneakers and following her manager, after making sure the door was locked. Throwing the hood over her head, she muffled a yawn as she got inside the car and did not look forward to the long road ahead.

Her phone screen showed that the clock was five in the morning when they landed in Seoul, and Y/N was shook awake from her sleep and she resisted the urge to whine. Despite having the luxury of being seated in first class, she never felt comfortable sleeping completely on a plane. She was always half awake and usually ended up having the worst jetlag to deal with later. Sleepily following her manager and two bodyguards they breezed through the check in and picked up all their luggages, as one of the guards had gone off to pick up their car. The airport was still buzzing with life despite the time, as Y/N pulled the hood down lower and put on a pair of sunglasses to avoid being seen. As they got outside she didn’t waste any time and quickly got into the van, hoping that no one had seen her.

“Where are we going Liz?”

Her manager that was seated upfront with the bodyguard was scrolling through her phone, dealing with a few important details before replying. “We’re going to the Big Hit building first to have a meeting about the collaboration, then we’ll leave straight to the hotel.”

Settling back in the car seat, Y/N put on the seat belt before taking out her phone and went on social media to try and past the time, but even for a celebrity like her there wasn’t much happening of her interests. The topic of her and Jungkook was already getting old, and she felt like she had read everything that needed to be known. Turning on some music, she blocked out the outside world with her earplugs as she leaned back and closed her eyes, investing herself in the music. Ed Sheeran’s Thinking out loud was the song playing while she gently swayed to the music. The lyrics were so sweet and romantic that she couldn’t help but think about Jungkook. It was moments like these she felt incredibly lucky to have someone like him in her life. Even though they practically lived on each side of the globe he never failed to make sure he would always be there for her. Y/N was also a 100% supportive each time their group had a comeback and new song, buying it on Itunes and getting the physical copies. Whenever they had a concert near her, she would make the time to go and support all seven of them. It wasn’t any different for her case. It wasn’t often she had concerts in Asia, but if her tours took her there, Seoul would always be number one on the list. Jungkook would disguise himself to go and support his girlfriend, either with some of his members or sometimes even alone. He didn’t really mind who he went with, as long as he was there in person. Y/N would always think about his sweet smile and laugh whenever she was having a bad, or missed him too much. How his strong arms would wrap around her when they were cuddling. How beautiful his voice sounded when he softly sang to her underneath the stars. How loving his kisses would be and how he would prolong them as much as he could to just preserve the moment. Despite the fact that their meeting were extremely limited, the both of them would always treasure the moments they actually got together. Even if it only is for a day, like at the Billboards or even a few minutes.

From what she could remember they’ve only had one serious fight. It was nearing their six month anniversary together, and she had flown to Seoul for a small visit. Jungkook was going through a particularly hard time and was often on edge and easy to anger. On that very day he just decided to take it out on her, and it was almost the reason that they had broken up. He was feeling extremely guilty after that and promised to never be an asshole ever again.

Y/N was relaxing on the couch of the boys’ dorm while she waited for Jungkook to return from his schedule. They were practicing today and he told her that he would be able to leave a bit earlier to spend some time together before the rest of the boys would be coming home. Even if he did have his own room, neither of them felt comfortable to do something when the others were home. She glanced at the time and saw that it was fifteen minutes past nine in the evening, as she let out a yawn when she heard the code of the dorm being entered and the door slammed open and shut again. Frowning, she slowly stood up as Jungkook came walking in, his mouth in a tight line.

“Hey, you’re back,” she smiled and approached him, but it quickly vanished as she saw he didn’t return it and simply went into the kitchen to roughly grab a water bottle and gulping it down.

“I’ve chosen a movie for us to watch-”

“I’m not in the mood,” Jungkook had grumbled out as he brushed past her surprised form and straight into his room.

Feeling confused and slightly hurt by his rejection, Y/N followed him and stopped by the door only to see him grabbing a couple of clothes for a shower, but he was doing everything a bit more aggressively than necessary and she knew that something wasn’t right. She saw the way his muscles were tensed underneath his damp t-shirt after the practice. Not only that, she had never seen him act this way before, so that was a dead giveaway.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” Y/N asked concerned and took a step inside, only to halt as he let out a breath.

“Nothing’s wrong,” he replied in a hard voice.

“You sure about that?” the young star questioned again.

“Yes, i’m pretty sure I know what I feel.”

“You don’t actually think i’m going to believe you with the way you’re behaving,” she raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms.

“I’m not doing anything,” Jungkook defended himself with a mock raise of his hands, as the irritation began to creep up on her.

“Hey, i’m trying to help you here, no need to act like an asshole,” Y/N couldn’t help but snap lightly.

“It’s none of your business, alright,” he said with a look as he brushed past her again, a bundle of clothes in his hands heading towards the bathroom.

“Stop right there!” her voice demanded him, as Jungkook did stop in his place with a exaggerated move before turning to face her with an annoyed expression.

“What?”

“Don’t use that tone on me,” she glared. “You’re going to walk in here and telling me that it’s none of my business when my boyfriend is obviously angry about something?”

“That’s because you wouldn’t understand,” he got out through gritted teeth, as if containing his anger.

“What wouldn’t I understand? That’s what I’m trying to ask you!” Y/N couldn’t help but exclaim. “I can’t help you if you won’t let me.”

“I don’t need your help, alright. Leave me alone,” Jungkook said with a glare and turned back around to walk away.

Y/N couldn’t help the hurt that she felt inside of her at the way he was treating her. This was so unlike her sweet boyfriend that she got to know and love. Swallowing away the lump in her throat she opened her mouth to reply. “If you walk away from me now, i’m walking out that door and never coming back,” her voice held the finality that even made him stop.

Jungkook turned to face her with disbelief, “Are you being serious right now?”

“Deadly.”

He let out a laugh that didn’t hold any humor, but more like how ridiculous it sounded. “Why are you the one getting angry at me?” he snapped.

“Because you’re being an asshole at the moment, I don’t have time for assholes,” Y/N said without blinking.

That was the moment the front door had opened as the boys filed into the dorm, speaking in pleasant voices and sharing laughs after their hard day of practice. The couple didn’t pay them any mind as both of them were too caught up in their anger.

“Asshole? Well you’re being an egotistical bitch right now,” Jungkook retorted and watched as her mouth fell open at his term.

Silence fell across the newcomers as their eyes widened in shock of what they just heard coming out of their maknae’s mouth. It happened before anyone could stop it, as the sound of a slap echoed through the living room and his head had snapped to the side by the surprise of it. The stinging feeling on his cheek only made it clearer and that he didn’t imagine it. She really did slap him. Gulping down the slight guilt he felt, he turned back around to face her with a small glare only to soften a bit to see her eyes filled with angry tears.

“I don’t know what the hell your problem is,” Y/N got out in a shaking voice, the anger and hurt was as clear as the full moon outside the window. “But i’m not staying around to find out.”

With those last words she roughly picked up her jacket and purse, not even bothering to put on her shoes as she carried them in her hands and pushed past the rest of the boys - who didn’t even try to stop her. They were all way too shocked of what they just saw happening. When the door slammed shut behind her, Yoongi was the one to speak up first. He had a disappointed expression on as he looked at their youngest member. Jungkook could almost feel his resolve break down at that and only looked down at the floor.

“I don’t what just happened here Jungkook, but that was uncalled for,” his voice scolded.

He couldn’t help but throw his clothes away in frustration as he let out a curse and the other didn’t even bother to lecture him about it.

“I fucked it up, didn’t I?” Jungkook sighed and looked at his hyungs who all gave him a look.

“What do you think?” Seokjin replied sarcastically.

“What the hell are you still doing here then?” Their leader spoke up with an eyebrow raised. Jungkook only looked at him confused.

“Go after her you fool!” Jimin was the one to explain, as the youngest mouth opened in realization and he quickly raced towards the door and stumbled out while pulling on his shoes.

It had only been a few minutes since Y/N managed to get away, and Jungkook didn’t even bother to use the elevator as he ran down all the steps and out the door. Frantically looking around, he could see her familiar form getting further away as he chased after her.

“Y/N!” He called out.

Y/N on the other hand had felt the anger leave the moment she got out of the dorm, and the only thing remaining was the hurt and confusion. She couldn’t understand why Jungkook would treat her that way when she had done nothing wrong. And that he had called her a bitch made it even worse. She really didn’t plan to slap him, it just happened in the heat of the moment and she couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty at that. But when she suddenly heard his voice call out her name, the young celebrity turned around in disbelief to see him running towards her and stopping in front of her with heavy breaths.

“What do you want?” Y/N mumbled out as she looked anywhere but his face.

He had another thought as he suddenly grabbed her face with both of his hands gently, and she was surprised to see his eyes were slowly filling up with unshed tears.

“Babe, i’m so sorry!” He said desperately. “I shouldn’t have spoken to you that way, it was unforgivable and i’m an idiot, I know that. Please forgive me?”

She felt the lump in her throat return, “It really hurt, Jungkook,” she whispered out. “What you said to me, and the way you behaved. I don’t even know what I did wrong.”

“I know, I know! I’m sorry, you didn’t do anything wrong, I promise. I was having a hard time during dance practice and kept messing up. I was angry at myself on the way home and let it all out on you. You should hate me, I know that as well. But please forgive me, I love you too much,” Jungkook almost whimpered out as a few tears trailed down his cheeks as he continued to cradle her face in his hands.

Y/N’s heart hurt as she looked at how broken he was at the possibility of her leaving him, and she didn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around his waist as he quickly returned the tight hug with his chin resting on top of her head.

“I forgive you,” she whispered.

“I’m so sorry. I promise to never do that again. I deserved that slap.”

Pulling away the slightest, she let out a small smile. “Yes you did. But I love you too.”

At those words he had bent down and pressed his lips against hers in a passionate kiss underneath the moonlight, that really showed how much he loved her. Both of them had returned to the dorm a while later, both wearing grins as the boys waited in anticipation and sighed out in relief at the sight. All eight of them had spent the rest of the evening watching a comedy movie together, and sharing takeout food as they kept each other company.

Y/N was shaken out of the memory as the car came to a halt and she looked outside to see that they had arrived at the new Big Hit building. Getting out of the car, the stuffed her hands in the pocket of the hoodie as she followed her manager in the building, who then asked for entrance at the reception. After their visit being confirmed they were escorted to the elevator that brought them up the level the company was located. Stepping outside they were then showed to the meeting room. Knocking gently, someone from the inside told us to come in as the door opened. It was an average sized room with white walls, and some pictures hanging in the background. There was a large table with chairs placed around it, and Y/N figured this was a regular meeting room. She then noticed that Jungkook was there as well, along with his manager and their PDnim. He stood up to greet her with a small hug, that she returned quickly before sitting down beside each other.

“Thank you for coming Y/N,” Bang Shi Hyuk smiled at her as she returned it nervously.

Elizabeth had a translator placed by her side, seeing how she was only one not speaking fluent korean.

“I’m sure you both already know why we’re here today,” the man addressed the two young adults as they exchanged looks.

“Is there a problem with what happened at the Billboard awards, PDnim?” Jungkook asked him.

The older man just smiled gently. “Oh no, don’t worry about that. We just like to take precautions in case it does get out of hand. We came up with the idea to have you two collaborate on a song, so the the fans can calm down. They of course don’t need to know how long this has been going on, we can just tell them a little white lie that this has been in the works before the award show. And that will explain why you were so familiar with all of them. It would also bring great PR exposure for both sides.”

“Are you sure this is going to work, sir?” Y/N asked when she felt Jungkook grab her hand underneath the table.

“Unless the two of you are comfortable with going public, I don’t see why not,” Bang Shi Hyuk replied.

Her eyes widened a bit at his words. “Would you be okay with that? Us going public I mean.”

This time he gave her a more serious look, “That is not my choice to make. The personal lives of my artists are up to them, but of course there are consequences to think about if you really are considering to go public.”

His words made sense as she thought about it. Personally, for her it wouldn’t make much of a difference, seeing how the culture she lived in, this was a normal occurrence. But she couldn’t just forget how this would be for Jungkook. It wasn’t just him she had to think about. But he was in a group with six other boys that this could affect. She didn’t want to be the reason of their career falling apart after so much work. As the meeting came to an end, their managers and PDmin were the once to leave first, leaving Jungkook and Y/N alone in the meeting room.

“How you feeling about this?” He asked her, his hand never leaving hers.

“It’s not that bad,” she smiled up at him. “At least we’ll have a reason to meet up more.”

“True,” he chuckled before sobering up. “What do you think about going public?”

She bit her lip at the question. “Of course it would be nice to be able and go around freely. But I just see too many bad things coming out of it, and you guys don’t deserve that treatment.”

He nodded in understanding at her words before another cute smile came upon his face and he moved closer to her. His cupped her cheek as he bent down to press his lips against hers in a short but sweet kiss.

“We’re together now, let’s do something.”

Y/N raised her eyebrows, “Don’t you have any schedules?”

“Not for the rest of the day,” he shrugged.

“It’s barely 7 AM, and I’m kind of jetlagged,” she pouted.

“We can relax at my dorm?” Jungkook suggested in a hopeful tone. “Come on, we barely see each other as it is.”

“Okay fine,” Y/N relented with a smile and was rewarded with a bright grin and he began to drag her out of the room.

While they walked through the corridors of Big Hit entertainment another thought came to her mind. 

“Jungkook,” she said as he hummed in reply. “What would you do if your relationship did get public. Without out permission.”

“You mean we get busted?” He asked amused and she rolled her eyes. 

“Well yeah that.”

“If that happens, i’ll probably write a letter to explain the situation for the ARMY’s.”

“Then what?” Y/N looked at him in anticipation as he gave a confused glance. 

“Theen we’ll just have to wait and see?” he finished confused. “Where are you going with this?”

“I don’t know...” His girlfriend sighed. “I guess I was just expecting something.”

There was a moment of silence. “You expected me to break up with you?”

She met his eyes and tried to shrug casually, but he saw through her strong act and let out a sigh. “Y/N, I will never break up with you, no matter what fans or someone else says. I love you, alright.”

His words did assure her, but she couldn’t just help but wonder. “But it’s your career Jungkook, what if I ruin it? And the boys as well!”

Jungkook put his hands on her shoulders and hoped it would calm down her thoughts. “You won’t,” he stated. “EXO’s Baekhyun went through the same thing with a dating scandal, as well as Kai. You don’t see their careers going down,” he pointed out. “And I believe that majority of the fans will support us.”

He sounded so sure that she couldn’t help but smile and nod in agreement. “Okay, I believe you.”

He grinned before giving her a quick peck and taking a hold of her hand again. “Good, now come on. The members will be happy to see you!”

[adambstingus]

We’re Ending The ‘Covfefe’ Thing Right Now. You’re Welcome.

On Tuesday night, a beautiful new meme came into this world. At 12:06 a.m. EST, President Trump twote:

And that was it. There was no follow-up, no explanation, no blaming Hillary Clinton for using witchcraft to make him tweet something to distract from her losing the election over six months ago. There was just the unintelligible tweet and the unfathomably long period of time before it was deleted.

Like that, a glorious new meme was born. Twitter had a field day playing with its brand-new toy, like a bunch of five-year-olds getting their first NERF guns after snorting mountains of cocaine. But a sad fact about the world is that memes get old and die, and sometimes the LED displays that burn brightest burn out fastest. Covfefe won’t last forever. In fact, it’s already starting to show some serious signs of age. Rather than drag out the inevitable, I suggest we live out its entire meme cycle with the precious little time it has left, kind of like a reverse Benjamin Buttons.

1

Actually Funny Shit On Twitter

This already happened, and it was glorious. Watching Twitter was like watching children, in the middle of a cold and dark winter, going out to play on a sunny snow day. After months of being chilled to the bone, people got to frolic in the pure, unadulterated nonsense. Scrolling through #covfefe was a joy, as twitterists joked about everything from Russia ties …

… to other recent political memes …

… to Trump’s most recent spat with a celebrity …

… to just the plain old assurance that everything The Donald does is right:

If you could put the feeling of those first few hours into a pill, you’d have a drug problem worse than the opioid epidemic that the Trump administration is currently exacerbating. Sorry to be a downer there. Back to the covfefes.

2

People Hawking Merch

And what good is a cultural phenomenon without a way to monetize it? Within 94 seconds of the meme taking off, people were posting covfefe-branded merch. It’s incredibly easy to do with sites that print and ship your designs for you, so all you need to do is come up with an object to slap “covfefe” on. Obviously, there was a covfefe mug:

Someone made a hat that says “Covfefe AF” which doesn’t make a lot of sense to me, but maybe that’s not the most relevant criticism when you’re starting with “covfefe.”

And of course there were T-shirts in every lettering and design you could ask for, so that your chest may proudly proclaim, “Bow to me, for I am aware of this thing that was an international media sensation. And you shall know it by the letters on my shirt.”

The low-hanging fruit has already been plucked, but to really drive this thing into the ground, we need to put it on every conceivable piece of joke merchandise. I haven’t yet seen “Kveep Coflm and Covfefe Onv” posters, so someone should get on that. You could make red T-shirts that say “#Covfefe2012” and become an overnight millionaire. The point is, we’ve just scratched the surface here. The sooner we get a beer koozie that says “I’m not drunk, I can spell ‘covfefe'” on it, the sooner we can put this sweet, sweet meme out of its misery.

3

“Hot Takes”

Among all the joking, there will be people who are pissed that we’re putting this much energy into a meme, rather than things that actually matter.

And they absolutely have a point. There are far more serious and important things going on. Trump is rumored to be pulling out of the Paris climate accords, saber-rattling with North Korea continues, and we continue to learn that high-ranking members of our government lied about … No. We have to stop this. The actually important issues are the distraction here. A distraction from running this meme into the ground so hard that it’s buried under a mile of solid Pets.com sock puppets. All that matters is covfefe.

4

‘Shop Jokes

As the (completely justified) haters squawk on about “things that could literally kill us all” or whatevs, the rest of us are still hard at work squeezing every drop of comedy from covfefe that we possibly can. Kicking it up a notch from the text-based jokes, people made some dope photoshops. Because liking pictures more than words is what got us into this, and liking pictures more than words is what’s going to get us out.

KISS 92.5 retweeted the one I couldn’t get out of my head but didn’t have the photoshop skills to make:

Those photoshops are a great start, but they aren’t nearly enough. We aren’t done until we get to stretches like “Tina Covfefe.” If that was painful to read, good. That means it’s working and we’ll all be sick of it soon enough. I’m sorry and you’re welcome.

5

Novelty Accounts

So far, there only have been a couple of novelty accounts worth mentioning, and they’re both nicely summed up in a single screengrab:

And if you don’t think that’s a problem, then you’re the problem. We don’t want to see replies from @Carsvfefe when Cars 3 comes out in a couple weeks, so we have to be making @AlienCovfefanent accounts now. We want to reach a level of saturation well past the point of people just rolling their eyes, where more covfefe gets an angry response of “Enough already!” Like when someone makes a parody account of a 1992 animated feature called @CovfefesKids. If that just made you roll your eyes, we still have work to do.

6

Roundup Articles

Naturally, following anything actually creative happening, some talentless, brain-dead writer will publish a roundup article of the best examples of it. We’ve already seen dozens of pieces about the funniest covfefe tweets, shamelessly republishing other people’s clever jokes because the writer lacks the imagination to do anything comparable on their own. Sure, they might try to embed them into a larger framework that is making some other point, but don’t be fooled; what’s actually entertaining about the article is just the collection of the work of other, better writers. I’m so glad I’m not a total piece of shit like that.

Anyways, these are surely the death knell for anything creative. With no fresh takes to feed the meme, it will slowly start to eat itself and waste away. It’s important that we don’t let up now, because the most difficult stages are still to come.

7

An Annoying Guy Named Geoff Using It At Work

As wonderful a gift as covfefe was, if we don’t stop it now, it will become a “my wife”-sized annoyance. It could be repeated for months to come by everyone in your office who thinks he’s funny and is almost certainly named Geoff. To stop this, it’s important that for the next few days, you exhaust every possible reference to covfefe in casual conversation. Any time someone can’t think of a word for something, helpfully offer up, “Covfefe?” If something in the printer is broken, tell your office manager to order a new covfefe. When your sales numbers are down, tell your boss, “Despite the constant negative growth, covfefe.”

As you pack up your cubicle and everyone wonders why you threw your career away for a bunch of annoying, played-out jokes, shake your head and say to yourself, “No. I’m doing the Lord’s covfefe.”

8

Your Parents Telling You About It As Though You Might Not Have Heard About It

Finally, as covfefe is on its last legs, begging to be put out of its misery, it will suffer one last indignity: being completely mangled or misused by one of or both your parents. On the one hand, it will break your heart to see something so beloved be so misunderstood. On the other hand, it will be a merciful end to a beautiful meme. On the third hand, a video of your parents misusing covfefe could get you a few more likes, because misusing covfefe should literally be impossible and yet they’re doing it. And on the fourth hand, I’m bad at metaphors.

So smile when your dad asks, “Do you like your fefe warm? Or do you prefer … coldfefe.” Not because it will be funny. It really very much won’t. Smile because it’s being released from this world and you can remember it for the beautiful meme it was. Because despite the constant negative overuse, covfefe.

Wait, never mind, it already happened:

Aaron Kheifets is a nice young man with a Twitter he wishes you’d follow.

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