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Inspired by: Floral & Fading by PTV
Summary: "Frontman Vic Fuentes explained the song's meaning. "It's a love song to my girl about ignoring all the internet hate we got when we first started dating and focusing on each other instead.""
Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, swearing, referring to hate/hate comments etc, breakup up (kinda), cigarettes, kinda sad at first ngl but I'll make it up to you, kissing, hair pulling, cute and sensual unprotected sex, creampie, fluffy filth
Word Count: little over 2k | unedited
I know this fic in particular is fiction, but in reality, there's absolutely no need for hate towards anyone's significant other.
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You pulled your hand away from the door handle, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves. You were shaking, you couldn't help that no matter how hard you tried.
As you go to finally open the door, Johnnie pulls it open, "Hey, baby." He pulls you into his arms, holding you tight as you break down.
The hate you've been receiving lately has been really getting to you.
You didn't understand. Everyone loved you before anything was even confirmed, you didn't know where you went wrong.
"I-I.." you gasp out, and Johnnie shakes his head, "Don't. Don't do that." He closes the door and leans back, "Don't apologize to me for how you feel."
He brushes hair from your face and as soon as you look up at him, his face falls and you close your eyes, hanging your head.
"No, y/n. We don't have to do this." Johnnie goes to cup your cheeks but you push his hands away, "You're not going to grow if they hate me."
"So fucking what." Johnnie scoffs, "You do understand that I care more about you than that channel right?"
You stay silent, set on your decision.
"Y/n." Johnnie steps clsoeer, "Please, don't-" he takes a ragged breath, "Please. Don't do this. Don't say what I know you're about to say."
"If you know the. I don't need to say anything else." You sniffle, shaking your head, "I-I'm sorry.. I just can't let myself get in between you and your, literal job, Johnnie."
You step back, reaching for the handle, "I'm sorry. I need.." you try not to cry, "Just give me a few days."
And with that, you left. Tears stream down your face as Johnnie stands there, watching you walk out of his life.
