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 THIS IS BASED LOSELY ON A INTERACTION I HAD ON HERE IYKYK

Y/N sat cross-legged on Mattheo's bed, scrolling through Wattpad on her laptop when she let out an annoyed sigh. She had left a simple comment on a story—something completely harmless—but apparently, someone had taken it the wrong way and was now on a mission to be the biggest asshole on the internet.

@Y/N: Loved this chapter! The pacing was great!
@RandomUser: Lol, typical. You would say that.

@Y/N: ?? What's that supposed to mean?
@RandomUser: You're just like every other basic, brain-dead reader who eats up trash like this. I bet you think you're so deep for liking it.
@Y/N: Dude, it's a fanfic. Chill.
@RandomUser: Nah, what's actually funny is you acting like your opinion matters. No one asked.

She clenched her jaw. What the actual fuck? Who woke up and chose violence over a Wattpad comment? She was about to type out a response when Mattheo strolled in, immediately narrowing his eyes at her expression.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing serious, just some random being an asshole on Wattpad," she muttered.

"Who?" His tone darkened instantly.

Before she could answer, the door swung open, and in walked Theo, Blaise, Draco, and Enzo, looking like they had just been summoned for a murder.

"What happened?" Theo demanded, already cracking his knuckles.

"Who do we have to kill?" Blaise added casually.

Mattheo yanked the laptop from her lap before she could stop him. His eyes skimmed the screen, and his expression went from mildly annoyed to full-blown homicidal in seconds.

"What the fuck is this?" he growled.

Draco snatched the laptop from him before he could break it. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me." His eyes flicked over the comments, and his face twisted with disgust.

@RandomUser: No one asked for your dumbass opinion, just log off already.
@RandomUser: Maybe if you had taste, you wouldn't be hyping up garbage. But I guess that's too much to expect from someone like you.

Theo's jaw dropped. "No, because who the fuck is this?"

"They're obviously a miserable little goblin with nothing better to do," Enzo muttered.

"Excuse me?" Blaise scoffed. "Do they know who they're messing with? Do they even realize who you are? Because I swear to fucking Merlin, they're about to find out."

Mattheo looked seconds away from setting something on fire. "Give me their fucking username. I'm sending them a message."

Y/N groaned. "Guys, it's not that serious—"

"Not that serious?" Draco repeated, eyes flashing. "Y/N, they just insulted you for existing."

Theo started pacing, waving his hands wildly as he ranted. "Like, what kind of sad, pathetic, brain-cell-deficient creature goes onto a Wattpad comment section just to talk shit? Are they that desperate for attention? Do they have nothing else to do? Are they just sitting there in their fucking basement, surrounded by empty energy drink cans and disappointment, waiting for a chance to be a toxic little piece of shit?"

Blaise threw up his hands. "They sound like the type of person who argues in YouTube comments unironically. Probably says shit like 'I bet you won't say that to my face' while hiding behind their fucking screen."

"They're a whole ass loser," Enzo agreed. "No bitches, no life, no respect."

Mattheo's grip tightened on the laptop. "I swear to Merlin, if I ever see this prick in person, I'm going to rearrange their fucking teeth."

Draco smirked. "I'd love to see you try. They probably don't even have teeth left to rearrange."

Theo pointed dramatically at the screen. "What's pissing me off is the confidence they have. Like, where the fuck do you get off talking to her like that? Y/N is literally one of the best people on this goddamn planet, and some worthless keyboard warrior wants to talk down to her? Are you insane?"

Blaise nodded furiously. "Delusional. Absolutely delusional. You'd think they were somebody the way they're acting, but nah, they're probably just an underpaid barista with a superiority complex and a nicotine addiction."

Mattheo ran a hand through his curls, exhaling sharply. "Just say the word, princess. One message. I'll make their life hell."

Y/N let out a deep sigh, rubbing her temples. "Guys. It's a misunderstanding. I don't think they meant it that badly—"

Draco nearly choked. "What do you mean, misunderstanding?"

Blaise scowled. "They're literally shitting on you for no reason."

"I mean," Y/N sighed, clicking on the user's profile. "They commented on the story again after all that." She pointed at the new post:

@RandomUser: LMAO, I was just joking, chill. I actually like your comments, you seem cool.

Silence.

Theo blinked. "Are you fucking serious?"

Mattheo stared at the screen like it personally offended him. "Nah. Nah."

Blaise groaned. "I just emotionally committed to ruining their life."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Fucking loser. Can't even own up to being a dick."

Enzo sighed, slumping back onto the bed. "Wasted a perfectly good rage session."

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "You guys are so dramatic."

Mattheo huffed, crossing his arms. "I still don't like them."

Theo nodded. "Yeah, fuck that person. I don't care if they were joking. They're still an idiot."

Blaise grinned. "You know what? We should all make Wattpad accounts and start leaving passive-aggressive comments on their stuff."

Draco smirked. "Petty revenge? I like it."

Y/N groaned, flopping back onto the bed. "You guys are impossible."

Mattheo leaned down, kissing her temple. "And yet, you love us."

She rolled her eyes but smiled. "Yeah, yeah."

The boys settled down, muttering curses under their breath about the random commenter, while Y/N simply shook her head. Overreaction or not, at least she knew she had the most unhinged yet loyal boyfriends and best friends in the world.