Kit Connor Imagines

Panic attacks and "I love you"s

summary: people online suck. you learn this the hard way.

Tw: panic attacks, mentions of wishing someone death

It was one of these days where everything seemed to go wrong.

First, Kit had to leave an hour or more earlier than planned, because of some issues with a few scenes that apparently couldn't wait.

Then a coworker called in sick, so Y/n had to take their shift and on top of this exhaustion from missing time with her partner, Y/n logged onto Twitter.

Probably the worst idea she had since the incident in 6th grade.

Heartstopper was becoming a big thing, and Y/n was happy for her boyfriend Kit and all of his friends and colleagues, but being the partner of Kit did have certain disadvantages.

One of them being the amount of hate she had gotten simply for being there. A lot of people were nice to her, she liked talking to some of the fans on Twitter, but some of them could just be cruel.

It had gotten so worse that she stopped using social media altogether, but she didn't want to learn from that.

It seemed that the hatred for her was stopping, so she decided this would be a perfect time to use social media again.

But life had other things in mind for her.

And as soon as she had opened Twitter, she was greeted with hate to no limit.

Y/n's POV:

User1: Honestly @ y/t/n is so ugly, why would Kit want to be with her?

User2: I bet she's only using him for fame, what else.

User3: Look at her, she should go die and not talk to Kit ever again, poor him.

I felt my eyes starting to sting, my vision becoming blurry within seconds.

All this was becoming way too much for me, and I felt like I couldn't handle it anymore.

So I throw my phone on the bed, and sit down, letting the tears fall down my face freely.

At this point I felt like I couldn't breathe anymore, I was running out of air and no matter how much I tried I couldn't get my breath under control again.

This only upset me to the point of crying harder, the reason why I didn't hear it.

The front door closing, Kit taking of his shoes and calling out my name had all not been noticed by me, until I saw the door opening with a worried looking Kit standing in the doorway.

"Oh god, Y/n what happened?" He rushes to my side, holding me close to him.

At this point I gave up on trying to control my emotions, but Kit didn't.

"Hey, hey. Look at me, okay?" I felt my lips quiver, much to my dismay. Looking at him hurt me, because he would ask me why I was crying and I wasn't ready to tell him that the people he called fans were the reason for this.

"Come on, just copy me, alright?" He asks, each hand on either side of my face.

"In..." He takes a deep breath and I try to do the same as him, which turns out to be harder than I thought it was. "...Out."

We continue this for a few more minutes until I am not crying anymore and I'm breathing in a normal pace again.

"Do you wanna tell me what happened?" He asks, giving me the choice to say "no", but I know that wouldn't help me anymore.

"I came from work and I went on Twitter and..." I take a small break, repeating the exercise we just did.

"And they were saying really mean things." I tell him, looking down. "Like what?" He raises his eyebrow.

"Youcalookimaphone." I murmur, inaudible to him. "Can you repeat that?" He uses both his hands to raise my head so I'm looking at him.

"You can look at my phone." I repeat more clearly. "Okay, I'll need your password for that." He lets me know, taking the phone from the bed.

"It's 0803." I tell him, looking at my knees, pulled up in front of me.

After a minute I look at him, his eyebrows furred with tears in his eyes.

"Kit, I'm fine now." Not wanting to worry him even more than he already was, I lie to him.

"This still isn't okay, I love you and they can't talk to you like this." He sits back down, and I just look at him for a few seconds.

"I love you too, Kit. But the haters will always be there and today was just a bad day, it wouldn't have gotten to me this much normally." I explain, taking his hand in the both of mine.

"Are you sure? I mean, I can always tweet something about it." He informs me, pulling me closer to him.

"I'm sure."

*later that day*

@ kit_connor: I'd appreciate it if people left my girlfriend alone. Y/n did nothing to you, and I won't tolerate hate towards her.

"Kit, you're so cute." I say, looking up at him, seeing him smile.

We are laying in bed, my head resting comfortably on his chest, checking for anything new.

"Says the girl who's password is my birthday." He says, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

"I love you, Kit. Really." I look up at him, seeing him smile.

"And I love liking you." He chuckles, and I playfully hit him. "Stop quoting your show!" I laugh out, paying next to him.

"I love you too, Y/n."