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“NO ONE FUCKING CARES OMG LOG OFF YOU C***”
Delete the comment.
“You’re nothing but a disease, so fucking annoying smh.”
Delete the comment.
“Sybau no one likes you."
Delete the comment.
"Keep fkn yapping and see what happens next.”
Delete the comment.
“kys”
Delete the comment.
Sunday let out a deep, frustrated sigh.
When she insisted on starting to moderate the comments being left under her girlfriend’s blog, she was certainly expecting a few nasty comments here and there. Still, she had no idea that anyone could ever receive so many threatening and berating words just a few minutes after posting a new entry.
And yet, there she was, sitting in their bed in her silk nightgown, scrolling through the comments under Anaxa’s most recent post first thing in the morning, deleting one comment after another. She had to restrain herself from deleting over half of them, not wanting her girlfriend to read any of the negative ones, but also knowing that deleting too many comments would reflect negatively on her girlfriend’s already less-than-ideal reputation. Thus, the only ones that she allowed herself to delete were the most threatening and insulting, the ones that didn’t even contain a hint of an attempt at a counterargument.
However, the longer she kept reading and deleting, reading and deleting, reading and deleting, time and time again, the more Sunday became worrisome for Anaxa’s safety.
The rational part of her mind kept telling her that most people weren’t brave or evil enough to actually try to hurt somebody over a personal blog dedicated to the admin’s political views and opinions on varying topics, no matter how opinionated they were; that any rational being would simply block the blog page and avoid interacting with it, if it truly bugged them so much. But the protective side of her mind told her to keep an eye out for any dangerous individuals possibly getting close to Anaxa.
After all, her girlfriend wasn’t only known online for her very strong feminist views, which often bordered on valid displays of “misandry”, which she openly expressed through her blog, but she was also very, very outspoken in her real life.
Both of them being philosophy majors, they would often participate in debates and events organized by their university, and in the span of less than a month, Anaxa had managed to make a name for herself in the public sphere. Thus, it didn’t take long for her to be known all around campus as the token “man-hating lesbian”, annoyingly so. And despite it being somewhat of a stereotype towards their minority, Anaxa wore that label like a badge of honour, always saying things such as “Well, if they’re so worried about women hating men, then perhaps they shouldn’t be giving us so many reasons to be so done with their behavior.”
But on the contrary, Sunday really didn’t like that people would be so quick to dismiss Anaxa’s researched and well-thought-out arguments just because of a label that somehow made her opinions seem less valid in the eyes of the public. Not to mention all the men who were constantly on the defensive whenever Anaxa would mention something even slightly negative about them.
And it was especially those men who really made Sunday worry more and more with each passing day.
It started with two, three death threats coming from clearly frustrated men with a dirty conscience who, however, instead of working on themselves, would rather write some truly disgusting things under a girl’s post with the excuse of “freedom of speech”. But then, they kept on increasing, getting more and more graphic with horrendous details about what they wanted to do to her beloved Anaxa, filling Sunday’s heart with anxiety. And despite everything, Anaxa seemed completely unbothered by all the hate comments that she knew existed, but didn’t care to give much thought to.
Even that morning, as Sunday kept scrolling through all those scary comments, her ears picked up on the sound of her girlfriend’s carefree humming, and she glanced over to her.
Her girlfriend was just sitting at the vanity, humming a melody to herself while applying thin layers of makeup, along with her characteristic red lipstick that she wore on her lips almost every single day, acting like there wasn’t a single person in the entire world who genuinely wanted her dead.
It was… unnerving, to say the least…
Anaxa, sensing the intense gaze coming from Sunday, glanced in her direction, one of her eyebrows raised in an inquiring look. “What are you sulking about so early in the morning?”
Having been caught moping, Sunday couldn’t help but look away, her cheeks gaining a cute rosy tint. She fidgeted with the hem of her own nightgown. “I, uh… nothing in particular…”, she mumbled, her other hand letting a finger tap repeatedly on the back of her phone.
Anaxa shifted her position, still sitting at the vanity, but now facing Sunday instead of the mirror. “Nothing in particular, huh?” she echoed, clearly not convinced by Sunday’s lame attempt at hiding her concerns. “Come on, honey. Don’t keep me in the dark, or I’ll be worrying about you all day.”
She hesitated for a moment. “Um… It’s just… Some of the comments on your blog–”, she started saying, her voice small and uncertain. “They’re starting to be… scary…”
Anaxa tilted her head to the side a bit, her expression not showing even a hint of concern about the topic. “How are they scary?”
“They… say really threatening things…”, the Halovian responded, unsure of whether she should continue and let Anaxa know about the type of comments she’s been deleting over the past few weeks. “They talk about wanting to hurt you… just… some really evil stuff…”
“Ah, don’t worry about them. They’re just empty threats screamed into the void. Just let them type whatever they want; it just shows how unfulfilled and pathetic their lives are.”
“But… what if- what if one of them does find a way to hurt you…?” Sunday insisted, her voice now not hiding any of the deep concerns she was carrying with her.
Anaxa let out a small sigh, and Sunday watched her as she stood up and slowly walked over to her before sitting comfortably right on her lap.
Her breath hitched.
She could feel Anaxa’s naked and skinny legs pressing against her thighs and sinking in them, the silky fabric of her nightgown brushing against her skin like cold lips stroking her warm flesh. But those weren’t the sensations Sunday focused on. Her full attention was taken by the way Anaxa’s fingertips were now delicately stroking her jaw and cheeks, by the way fresh, minty breaths were ghosting over her temple.
“You don’t need to worry about them, honey,” Anaxa murmured, one of her hands gently prying the phone away from Sunday’s hand, turning the screen off, and placing it on the mattress. “They’re just cowards hiding behind a keyboard. None of them matters, not one. They’re all just letting their inner frustrations out on me, but none of them is brave enough to even try arguing against my claims. If they were, someone would’ve tried to do so during some of our debates, don’t you think so?”
She brushed a strand of hair from Sunday’s face, her thumb lingering on her cheek. “I know it’s ugly to read, so I don’t want you to keep taking in all this negativity anymore. You don’t have to protect me from anyone, especially from some stupid comments on the Internet. I can handle it, alright?”
And Sunday could only listen in silence, letting out a trembling breath when she felt the other planting a kiss right on her temple, followed by another one under one of her eyes, and then another kiss on the corner of her mouth.
“What I need from you is to just be with me… to be present”, Anaxa continued, her fingertips threading through Sunday’s hair. “I don’t want you to worry. I want you to feel serene.”
Sunday could feel her cheeks having the temperature of fresh lava, her entire body melted in between the mattress and her girlfriend’s frame.
“Pay attention to me, and only me”, Anaxa then whispered, her breaths brushing against the other’s ear. “Don’t ever think about those comments again. They’re not worth your time and energy. Only think of me.”
And that did it.
That was the final blow needed to make Sunday look up at Anaxa with the eyes of a purring kitten begging for affection. And Anaxa let out a small, breathy chuckle, her heart swelling with endearment at the sight before her. Those needy, golden eyes, the multiple lipstick stamps staining that pale skin red.
Thus, the only thing that she could do was deliver exactly what was wanted of her, and she planted one, two, three kisses on Sunday’s cheek, her fingers stroking light blue locks with gentle movements. Her lips then moved to the other’s nose, her forehead, her lips, her chin, her jaw… She continued to shower her girlfriend with kisses, feeling gratified by every single shy whimper that filled her ears.
After what felt like hours of blissful affection, Sunday let out a deep, content sigh.
Anaxa, taking it as a sign of slight tiredness, finally moved her lips away from the other’s face, also feeling a hint of fatigue, and looking fondly into those beautiful golden eyes which she loved so much.
But the silence that lingered between them didn’t last for long…
“Hmph-AHAHAHAHAHAHA…!”
Anaxa burst out into a loud laugh all of a sudden, throwing her head back and covering her mouth with a hand.
Sunday just blinked. Once, twice. She was left dumbfounded by the unexpected and immediate change of mood and demeanor, and she simply looked at her girlfriend as she fell to the side onto the mattress while continuing to laugh uncontrollably.
“S-Sweetheart…?”
“Ahahaha! I’m-I’m sorry you just-AHAHAHA-”, Anaxa tried to reply, her hands pressing onto her now hurting stomach. “You just- Look like you fell face-first-ahahah- into a bucket of red paint-AHAHAHA!”
Sunday tilted her head lightly to the side, confusion etched across her features. She then grabbed her phone, opening the front camera, and… she now knew exactly what Anaxa meant.
Her entire face was covered in red lipstick, many lip stamps overlapping over one another and blurring the contours of what was supposed to look like Anaxa’s lip shape. And it didn’t help that her cheeks were also all red from how flustered she was, the hue only intensifying now that she could see what she looked like.
Hiding her face behind the two small wings peeking from behind her head, Sunday let herself fall back onto the mattress.
She sighed.
“What in the world am I supposed to do with you, Anaxa…?"