Dinah Jane Imagines/ One Shots (lesbian)

Taken Care Of

*Y/N POV*

You can finally say you've heard it all. Every little spiteful comment. Every little mean spirited comment, nipping at your confidence until you were numb. In the beginning, it was just minor things. Things you could handle.

People telling you that you weren't good enough or that you were too fat or ugly or whatever else. But it had reached an all time low once Dinah confirmed the dating rumors.
Your phone vibrated in your pocket to inform you of a notification, and you pulled it out, hoping it was something Pokemon Go related.

You were tagged in something on Instagram by some random fan account for your girlfriend. You knew it would be best to not open it, but you just had to know why this post was getting so much interaction. Your index finger tapped over the notification and your phone began to load the app.

@Randomig: God I hate y/n so much I wish she would just die and stop ruining all Dinah's selfies

You bit your lip, feeling a little pang in your chest. This wasn't even the worst of it. As you scrolled through the comments, it only got worse. People tagging the original poster and yourself on horrible photoshop edits depicting you in all kinds of horrible manners, hateful comments, and pictures of you looking less than ideal.

@Randomig2: @y/ig/n is such a fucking pig. Someone get rid of her

@Randomig3: Y/n is a dumb slut. She's only using DJ to boost her stupid modeling career

@Randomig4: @y/ig/n read this you ugly cunt

They're always right about you tbh

You dropped your phone on the countertop, feeling that familiar lump form in your throat. Your hands went to cover your eyes as you cried silently. Sure, you expected hate.

But how would you know it would be this bad all the time? Why would people think you were using Dinah for your own advances? You continued crying until you felt a soft hand place itself on your shoulder.

"What's wrong, baby?" DJ asked, voice soft and full of worry. She was always so caring and empathetic.

"N-nothing." You stuttered out, trying to compose yourself. There was really no point in lying, she already knew you were crying.

"You know you can tell me anything, Y/n." She said with a small sigh. "I won't judge. I promise." She cooed, hugging you from behind.You felt slightly better just from being in her embrace.

"I don't wanna cause any problems, DJ." You mumbled quietly. She knitted her brows in confusion, letting go of you before turning you to face her.

"If you're in tears, we already have a problem." She said, wiping the tears off your cheeks. "Now tell me what's the matter." Her voice was gentle and understanding.

You bit your quivering lip trying to think of a way to string your thoughts into a coherent sentence.

"Dinah, don't get me wrong, I love your fans and I'm happy you have so much support, but some of the things people say," You sighed, furrowing your brows. "It hurts..."

Her facial expression changed and you knew she was pissed. Your phone was still buzzing on the counter and her eyes fell on it.

"May I?" She asked, wanting to see what you saw. You bit your lip, nodding your head slowly.

"Go ahead." You said with a small shrug.

She picked up your phone and typed in the passcode, unlocking the phone. Her brown eyes read the original post and some of the replies.

"Don't worry about this," Dinah said reassuringly. "I'll handle it."

And with that, she handed you your phone and walked away. You honestly weren't sure what to expect, but you knew she would do something.
About ten minutes had passed since Dinah went back upstairs.

You figured she had gone back to songwriting or something but you weren't sure. You were now sitting on the couch watching corpse bride when your phone vibrated, signaling a new notification. You slid the lock screen open and seen that it was from Dinah's instagram account. The post seemed to be a screenshot from the notes app on her phone

@dinahjane97: Hopefully this is the last time I have to say this @y/ig/n. This is for any of you who don't like Y/n and choose to comment rude and hurtful things about her for little to no reason. All the little speculations you have about the sincerity of our relationship are false. There is no using or PR or any of that. It's love. And if you can't wrap your head around the fact that Y/n and I are in love with each other, then I don't really want your support.

Hugs and Kisses,

Dinah Jane

A smile painted your lips as you read her words and you just had to thank her. You ran to your shared bedroom and swung open the door, pulling Dinah into a hug. She was slightly taken back but still hugged you back with a small laugh.

"Taken Care of." She said, rubbing your back.

"I love you." You said with a genuine smile.

"I love you too, Y/n."