Did you mean what you said? (Ianthony)

Did you mean what you said? *Tobiuscus contest entry*

A/N: A response to the Ian hate on Tumblr, if you don't know what happened then you will after this story...maybe. People need to stop hating on him! He's perfect, okay?!

A lump formed in Ian's throat as he scrolled through Tumblr. Dozens of captioned pictures of him saying that he's ugly and fat and will never be as good as Anthony. He tried to block it out, but he couldn't tear his eyes from the harsh words on the screen. This was why he tried to stay away from social networks, it was worse than the comments on Youtube. At least on Youtube, the majority of the fans would support him and berate the mean commenter until they felt forced to remove their comment. But this was different. Ian continued staring at the screen, the words burning themselves into the back of his mind until he heard Anthony walk into their living room. He immediately closed the page and slammed the laptop shut, trying not to show the hurt on his face. But Anthony knew his face too well and could immediately tell that something was wrong.

"Ian, are you okay?" Anthony asked, his voice filled with concern.

"I'm fine," Ian replied, forcing a smile on his face. It was obviously forced, but Anthony didn't say anymore about it. Ian clearly didn't want to talk about it.

"So, are you ready to film lunchtime?" Anthony asked tentatively.

"Sure thing," Ian said. He didn't sound as enthusiastic as usual, but Anthony just let it slide. You can't expect someone to feel upbeat all the time, he thought to himself. "It's my turn to drive, right?"

"Yep," Anthony confirmed, and they grabbed their camera, money and Ian's car keys before heading out.

Anthony zoomed in on Ian's face as they cruised along the road. He had no idea where to eat, as usual. They'd done so many episodes now that every food they ate just felt generic. Well, except for pizza. That stuff will never get old. Anthony's stomach grumbled as he imagined warm slices of pepperoni pizza filling his mouth. That's when he made their decision- they were getting pizza.

"Hey guys!" Anthony greeted the viewers energetically. "So today we're gonna get pizza!" Ian just rolled his eyes and smiled.

"I love how varied your diet is Anthony," Ian said, laughing slightly at Anthony's childlike love for pizza.

"Well you can have loads of different toppings on a pizza," Anthony defended, joining in with Ian's laughter. "I bet I could live on just pizza for the rest of my life if I used different toppings every day."

"Well that's a bet that we're never going to make," Ian said, pulling a face that expressed his disgust. "Just imagine how fat..." Ian couldn't finish his sentence as he remembered the painful words from earlier. He'd always had insecurities about his weight. As a kid he was always a bit chubby, but then he discovered his love for cross-country and lost weight, he even gained a bit of muscle. Unfortunately, between his asthma and the amount of time he had to put into Smosh, he'd just given it up. He missed running and he knew he'd got slightly tubbier since stopping, but he didn't need his childhood coming back to haunt him. A childhood filled with taunts about his weight and paranoia that someone was constantly whispering about him behind his back. It had stopped once he started middle school and became friends with Anthony even though he didn't start losing weight until high school, but he would never forget what it was like before that.

"Ian, are you okay? You just randomly stopped in the middle of your sentence," Anthony looked at his boyfriend, worried again and thinking back to what happened earlier. He had that same expression on his face when I walked in and he was on the laptop. And I really don't like it. Ian just sniffed quietly before answering.

"I just got distracted, that's all," Ian replied, hoping that Anthony wouldn't ask any further questions. He didn't want him to see how a few anonymous posts had managed to upset him so much. Anthony never seemed fazed by negative comments, he couldn't possibly understand.