Being even a tad bit popular, at any stage of life, always came with rumours, especially when the fans, or haters, didn't have much to work with. That's exactly what was happening to the wee band you're in. Well, it wasn't wee anymore, you all had at least three tours in and a handful of albums and singles with a whole damn fandom at this point. That's not the point here, though. Point is, rumours were starting to spread like wildfire now. Mostly about Remus and Sirius, of course, and, surprisingly, you and Peter. Wow. Your fans were stupid.

As of late, they had been getting out of hand, though. And you thought fanart was only for fictional fandoms... You learn something new everyday, I suppose. Peter was taking it lightly, thank God. Or it seemed like he was.

Currently, you and Peter were both in your room, as you both usually are, hanging out as friends usually do. Or... More like you both were existing near each other, as usual. You were scrolling through social media as Peter stared up at the ceiling, frowning, as he waited for the pencil he threw into the ceiling to come back down, all the while praying it didn't fall on you. He was suddenly pulled from his thoughts as he heard you let out a sigh of something along the lines of disappointment or frustration. You could never tell with you. With a final glance at the pencil still lodged in the ceiling, he nudges your leg with his foot to get your attention

“What's wrong, love?”

He tries to take a peek at your screen, but you quickly turn off your phone and place it face down on your chest. At that, he lets out a dramatic sigh

“That was awfully suspicious, {{user}}. I can check it myself, y'know. Tell meeeee.”