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i sat on my bed, reading mason's tiktok and insta comments of stuff posted with me in it. a lot of the comments was really sweet and supportive, but other comments weren't,

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝟗𝟑𝟖𝟓𝟕𝟐𝟔𝟒𝟗: why is he even w her

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐠𝐟: he can do so much better

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞: she could be skinnier

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i was trying to only read the supportive comments, but it was hard to not read the hate comments when they were taking up half of his comment section. tears pooled into my eyes (𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐌𝐅𝐀𝐎𝐎) as i kept reading them. i got a text from mason, which made me smile a little.
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𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐞🩷

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐞🩷:
hi sweet girl, what are you doing?

𝐦𝐞: 
nothing

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐞🩷:
are you okay?

𝐦𝐞:
no

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐞🩷:
i'm coming over
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i was still sitting on the edge of my bed, teary eyed and looking at the comments. i heard the front door open and masons fast footsteps coming up the stairs, and to my room. my door opens and he walks over to me, kneeling down infront of me and looking at my phone.

"y/n why are you reading these? you know none of it is true baby." mason softly tells me, taking my phone out of my hand. he stands up and sits next to me, grabbing my face and making me look at him.

he frowns when he sees the tears coming out of my eyes and uses his thumbs to gently wipe them, caressing my cheek. "because mason they are true. why do they hate me, i'm trying my best." my voice cracks, more tears falling. he grabs my hand, rubbing his thumb across the top of it.

"they're jealous of you sweetheart, they know you're the prettiest girl in the world and you're dating me. most of my fans are probably 13 year old girls." he smiles at me. i sniffle, wiping my tears with the back of my hand. "no i'm not mason. they probably know i'm not good enough for you."

his face drops and he moves closer to me, grabbing both of my hands and pulling me up, walking us to my mirror.

"they're making comments about my body too mason, this isn't going to do anything." i mutter, feeling more insecure looking at myself in the mirror. "i know baby i saw them, which is why i'm doing this." he grabs my waist and moves himself behind me, leaning forward a little to kiss my cheek.

"look at yourself, you're beautiful." i look away. he grabs my chin and moves it towards my mirror, making me look at myself. "look at how pretty you are y/n." he tells me, wrapping his arms around my waist and putting his head on my shoulder.

"there's nothing wrong with your thighs or your stomach or your hips. you have the most perfect body, and i mean that with every bone in my body my love. i promise you when i tell you that there's nothing you should be insecure about, you're the most beautiful girl i've ever seen." he whispers in my ear, swaying us back and fourth a little.

his words make me feel so much better, about the comments and myself. the genuine tone in his voice made me really believe that what he was saying was true.

he turns me around to face him, still holding onto my waist. "tell me you're pretty." he looks at me, rubbing my waist and making strong eye contact. i blush and look away. he grabs my cheek and turns me towards him again, "say it baby." he smiles at me, using his thumbs to wipe my face from the tears.

"i'm pretty." i look up at him, still blushing. he grins, leaning forward and kissing my forehead, cheeks, and lips. he pulls me closer, still kissing me. i pull away after a few moments and hug him, feeling grateful.

"thank you mase. i'm sorry for letting those comments get the best of me, it was stupid." i mutter into his shoulder. "it wasn't stupid, your reaction was the same as anyone else's would've been honey." he kisses my head, cradling it.

he brings me to the bathroom and sits me on the counter, getting a makeup wipe and wiping the mascara out from under my eyes and off my face from where it was smeared. he discards the makeup wipe, "see, even with mascara running down your face you still look beautiful." he wipes the stray hairs out of my face, kissing my temple.

i giggle and lean forward, hugging him again and putting my head into the crook of his neck. he lifts me off the counter and carrie's me back to my bed, laying down with me.

he pulls me to lay on his chest and wraps his arm around me, putting his hand under my shirt and rubbing my back. using his free hand to delete every mean comment and post about it on this insta, he eventually falls asleep a few hours after me.

𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭:

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐜𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐰, 𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐭, 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐚, 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝟐𝟔𝟑,𝟒𝟓𝟏 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬:

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥: this is the one and only time i'm gonna ask, please leave y/n and our relationship alone. she makes me happier than anyone, and to find her in her room in tears over cruel comments posted by my "fans" is ridiculous and makes me sick. the fact that i even have to post this is sad, stop being miserable and do something else with your life besides hating on her for no reason at all.
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a/n: idk why y/ns always crying but j go w it😇😇 vote and comment!! (not proofread!)