Jahnnie Oneshots 3☆

☆Hate Comments☆

Request PuppyPebbles

[ Johnnie has been getting a lot of hate recently and Jake noticed that he's getting upset by it and comforts him<3 ]

TW: hate comments discussed, bully1ng, mentally illness, depression, s/h hate comments.

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Johnnie was staying up late, scrolling on his social media. Earlier he streamed, and got so much hate. It was vile about how much hate he got.

Jake noticed Johnnie's mood as he walked into the room. He could see the sadness in his eyes. He walked up behind him and wrapped his arms around him, hugging him tightly. "Hey... what's wrong?"

"Nothing." Johnnie replied, clicking his phone off as he lightly pushed Jake back and walked over to his computer, sitting down at it.

Jake frowned, noticing the coldness in Johnnie's voice. He followed him over to the computer and sat down on the bed, facing him. "Don't lie to me, I can tell something's bothering you. You can talk to me, you know that, right?"

"I'm fine, dude." Johnnie clicks around on his computer for a moment, before he turns it into sleep mode.

Jake raised an eyebrow, not convinced by Johnnie's words. He stood up and walked over to him, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. "Johnnie, please. You can't keep everything bottled up. It's not healthy. I'm here for you, you can trust me."

"I'm fine!" Johnnie swatted Jake's hand as he went to his bed, sitting on it. "Don't you have to go to bed anyway..?"

Jake felt a pang of hurt in his chest as Johnnie swatted his hand away. He sighed, knowing that Johnnie was being stubborn. "I'm not going to bed until you talk to me. You're clearly upset, and I'm not going to let you deal with it alone. You're more important to me than sleep."

"I'm more important than-" Johnnie laughs a bit in disbelief. "-You're ridiculous sometimes." He picks up his phone again, looking at the hate comments on his Twitter and Instagram.

Jake's eyes widened as he saw Johnnie scrolling through his phone. He walked over to the bed and sat down next to him, looking at the phone screen. "What are you looking at?" He asked, his voice laced with concern.

"Eh, just scrolling on the media. The usual." Johnnie replied, reading a few comments mentally to himself. The comments said;

' Johnnie is a cutting board. '

' He needs to cut himself, same with Jake and Tara. '

' show your wrists, poser! '

Jake's heart sank as he read the comments. He knew how much hate comments affected Johnnie, especially ones that were so cruel. He wrapped an arm around him, pulling him closer. "Hey, don't listen to those comments. They're just jealous and insecure. They don't know you like I do."

Johnnie shakes his head a bit, "It's getting intense. First they we're just calling us posers and shit, like I guess I'm the coolest one out there huh?" He said sarcastically. "Dude, it's getting bad.."

Jake nodded, feeling a sense of helplessness wash over him. He knew that Johnnie had always been a target for hate and negativity, but this was different. "I know it's bad. But you can't let it get to you, okay? You're amazing, and you have so many people who love and support you. Those comments are just words from people who don't know you at all."

Johnnie sighed, "Dude it's getting so bad that they're impersonating my mother and shit... trying to make her a bad person. Your mom called me and told me about it."