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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Love For The Faceless

Corpse Husband x Youtuber!Reader(Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Y/N is a YouTube gamer who has recently gained a much larger following thanks to the streams she does with her friends. Naturally, considering her faceless and bodiless nature, people are starting to get curious about her. When she finally follows her friend Corpse’s example, a lot more than her hands is revealed.

Requested by anon, you know who you are 😉 Thank you so much for placing a request and hope this fic fulfills the expectations you have for it.

“Hey!“ I greet the lobby as I finally hop into the Discord call after quickly saying ‘hi‘ to my audience.

I’ve been a YouTuber for four years now and I’ve only recently started streaming, encouraged to do so by my best friend Rae. She’s the one who got me in multiplayer games such as Among Us and Phasmophobia which led me to meet her amazing gaming squad that consists of some of the most famous names on the platform. They are all wonderful people and I will forever be in Rae’s debt for introducing me to them. However, becoming friends with Felix, Sean and the rest of the team brought not only a more fulfilled life, but also a small boost in following. Who am I kidding, it wasn’t small. It was overwhelming, terrifying even.

My YouTube channel had a little over a million subscribers at the start of quarantine and now....now it’s closer to three million. Speaking of three million, I’m about to reach it any day now and it’s really hard to believe. I’m a gaming youtuber and I’ve never considered changing my genre despite expecting to not get any attention whatsoever, with all the big names on the platform. I was convinced not even as many as a hundred people would stumble across my videos and now here we are.

My OG subscribers are very supportive of my sudden growth and are defending me when my newer fans ask for a face reveal or whatnot. While we’re on that topic I might have to mention that not even my YouTube friends, and that includes Rae have seen my face. I’ve been faceless and bodiless for the entirety of my time on social media. Some claim I do it to grab more attention or for dramatic effect, but the reason is beyond that. I’m not shallow. Actually, shallow people are the reason I don’t show my face. I’ve never been the prettiest, but my middle school bully thought that I wasn’t lacking self confidence enough. As a result, I ended up with a not so handsome scar on my right cheek that starts from the corner of my mouth and nearly misses my eye. Yeah, it’s a long and pretty noticeable scar that has thankfully become less and less obvious as the years have progressed. Still, it’s not something I’d like to show to my viewers.

Eight ‘hi’s greet me back, each making my smile grow wider. “Sorry I’m late guys. Technical difficulties.”

“Don’t worry.“ Rae’s voice dominates over the rest, “Corpse still isn’t here so we’re waiting for him.“

I mute myself on the Discord call and take a look at my comments. I’m most flattered by the comments about my voice. Seeing as how they don’t have much to compliment about me other than my content, they make the nicest comments about my voice, personality and humor. Those comments are the ones who warm my heart most. Even when people in my day to day life compliment my appearance I can’t find it in me to believe they are being genuine. I’d like to believe these amazing people are being one hundred percent honest when they tell me they like me for who I am and not for what I might look like.

“Sorry I’m late guys.“ A deep voice causes me to even physically jolt, switching my focus from the comments to the Among Us lobby where my eyes land on the newly materialized black avatar.

“Hi Corpse.“ Rae greets him.

“Hello mister who broke Twitter!“ Sean laughs, provoking the laughter of the rest of the players.

“Yeah, congratulations man. That’s a big deal.“ Felix chimes in.

“Thanks guys, but I think you’re forgetting we’re talking about a picture of my hand.“ Corpse chuckles timidly. I have noticed how shy he gets when someone gives him a compliment - like a snail slowly withdrawing in its shell. I find it adorable.

“That’s what makes it even better!“ I unmute my mic, sending my own congratulations.

“While we’re on that topic...“ Rae begins, waiting for the rest of us to shut our traps, suggesting she has something important to say. “Y/N, do you ever plan on doing a reveal like that? Not a face reveal. Just a body part reveal.“

I have no problem talking about the subject with friends but I get nervous when I’m supposed to discuss it with my fans. Seeing as how everyone, including myself, is streaming right now, I get a bit of a stutter in my speech. “Haven’t thought about it yet. But I guess a body part reveal is harmless.” I cringe immediately after letting the words leave my mouth, “That sounds so weird.”

Rae knows that I’m not too fond of my face, but I haven’t told her about my scar yet. I let almost all people I’ve met online think I’m using my lack of appearance for effect. For the mystery of it all. Mysteries attract people which equals attention. Attention equals views and the domino effect continues.

“Just a suggestion. No pressure.“ Rae adds quickly, knowing full well I get anxious when the subject is brought up in front of cameras. “Let’s get this game started, shall we.”

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The idea dwells in my mind, sitting on the back burner even after I disconnect from the Discord call. I’m sitting in my gaming chair, which was a gift for my two million milestone, and weighing out the pros and cons of the action Rae suggested I take.

“It’s a picture of your fucking hand, dummy. How bad can it turn out?“ I say out loud, shaking my head at my indecisiveness. “You’ll be fine.”

In a blur, two pictures are already posted on my Instagram. The first one captioned ‘Took a leaf from my friend’s book. Did I do it right @ corpsehusband?’ and the second ‘Thanks, Rae. These are on you.’

Rae’s POV

As I’m watching a movie in my living room, I get a notification from Instagram, informing me that Y/N has posted for the first time in a while.

I scoff, “More like the first time in forever.”

The first thing that comes to my mind is the possibility of her reaching that three million milestone that’s been long time coming. I bring the glass of water that’s sitting on my coffee table to my lips, taking a sip as I tap the notification. The picture I see makes me hurry to put the glass back down so I don’t drop it. Y/N’s hand. Her fingers are covered with several thin rings each. And here I thought Corpse had too many rings, this girl has at least two on every finger!

Then my eyes land on the second picture she has posted only minutes after the first and my heart drops. I struggle to get the water that’s been sitting in my moth down my esophagus while my mind is struggling with the task to comprehend the picture I’m looking at.

Another hand is resting on top of Y/N’s. A hand also covered in rings but fewer and larger. The nails are painted black.

I think I know who it belongs to.

Before I can even finish the thought, I’m dialing Y/N. She picks up after the second ring, sound cheery as ever as she greets me. “Hey Rae!”

“Don’t you ‘Hey Rae’ me!” I practically scream. I hate being kept in the dark about anything ever so this is just driving me mad. On top of all, she’s my best friend, for fuck’s sake. “Is that Corpse in the photo with you?!”

“Ugh....“ the cheeriness to her voice is all but gone now.

I go on with my rant, not giving her the time to reply. Not that she would reply. I bet she doesn’t know what to say. “So he knows where you live?! Or was the picture taken at his place?! He knows what you look like?! You have seen him! He has seen you in real life but me, your best friend, haven’t!!! You are breaking Covid 19 protection laws to take pictures?! Are you fucking serious, Y/N?!”

There’s a long moment of silence which frustrates me even more but I literally have run out of things to yell and the power to be angry. I mean, I still am, I just can’t express it.

“Rae, sweetheart, please calm down. You’re scary when you’re mad.“ This girl has some fucking nerve! She’s on the verge of laughing!

“Listen here you...“

“Rae, please stop scaring my girlfriend.“ That oh so distinguishable, oh so familiar voice interrupts me.

I am flabbergasted, for a lack of a better term.

“Now that we’ve got you quiet, I can explain.“ Y/N pics up the conversation, “Corpse and I have been dating for six, almost seven months now. We started dating around Easter after talking for quite some time. We moved in together at the end of September. All thanks to you, Rae. You’re the best.” She pauses to breathe in real quick, “There, all caught up?“

I’m in no less shock than I was before she explained. Actually, I think I might be even more confused now. It all just feels like a fever dream. “Yes...no. I don’t fucking know! I need details, Y/N!”

“Details later.“ Corpse makes his presence known once again, “We’re watching Family Guy right now. Talk to you later.“

“Love you, Rae!“ Y/N calls out before the line goes dead.

My arm goes limp, dropping my phone on the couch next to me.

“Motherfuckers” I mumble under my breath.

Y/N’s POV

It’s been a week since Rae has stopped talking to both Corpse and me. I know she just needs some time to cool off. In the meantime, the rest of our friends were informed and, as oppose to Rae, were nothing but supportive and overjoyed. I bet Rae feels the same way though. Sean, Dave and the rest of the gang have confirmed that she’s incredibly happy for us and says she noticed a spark between me and him since day one, but she can’t help but be mad at us, and especially me, for not telling her sooner.

“Any regrets?“ I remember Corpse asking me when we hung up on her after dropping the bomb.

“Not being able to see her face when she saw the picture.“ I beam at him, feeling as content as ever.

He laughs, agreeing with me before leaning down to kiss me.

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apollostears · 3 years

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TEENAGE LOVE AFFAIR [ BTS ]

group: BTS

pairing: BTS x daughter!reader

warning(s): swearing

request: can you do BTS reacting to their 15 year old daughter having a boyfriend/girlfriend?

requested by: @mela3340

oomfggg this was so fun to make!! thanks for requesting the first request of 2021 :) hope you enjoy love <3

➝︎ jin

he’s literally dramatic af.

#dramaking

but no really, he’ll be shook to the gods.

like huh??? his child got a partner?!!!

my kid?!!! IN THESE STREETS?!

he would faint, then wake back up and shake her til she’s dizzy.

ok but on a more serious note, i think if he saw his daughter have genuine feelings for this person they’re with, he would support a 100%

definitely wants to meet them asap

would chaperone their dates but in a way that’s soooo cliché. i mean ugly ass disguises cliché.

will definitely have a heart attack if his daughters partner used the fake ‘yawn-over-the-shoulder’ move while at the movies.

all his daughter would hear is someone choking horrendously a few rooms behind them and instantly know it’s her dad.

will call the boys up every time she asks him to go on a date with their partner or if they can come over to hang and study.

“i’m at a lost here! it’s like i’m in the war!” jin exaggerates on the group call with his friends.

“hyung, i think you’re over exaggerating.” jungkook would say sheepishly.

with the straightest face, jin would hang up and contemplate his choice in friends.

after about the sixth month mark, i do think he’d let up a tremendous amount.

like he’s no longer breathing down her neck about them and allows them to go on dates without him, so long as she tells him where they’re going.

10/10 is the dramatic dad that goes through a midlife crisis when their daughter starts dating.

➝︎ yoongi

mans does not care.

ok lemme clarify, he doesn’t care to the extent that jin does. he trusts his daughter and her decisions and understands that this is an important part of her life. he’s gonna try his hardest to not overstep.

but deep down, he definitely is having a hard time coming to grasps that his daughter is in love and starting to enter the dating world.

he understands the pressures surrounding dating too, especially at fifteen. so he’s definitely giving a nice lil lecture about sex, safe sex, consensual sex, and commitment.

and yes, yoongi knows that most of these young love relationships don’t last long, but he wants his daughter to know that her relationship is legit to him. no matter how old she is.

will look intimidating af to their daughters bf or gf. he definitely overhears them discussing if yoongi likes them or not 💀

looks like he could kill you and will but is also such a sweetheart once you actually know him.

doesn’t do no undercover brother shit but will follow his daughter on their first few dates just because he’s worried. isn’t overbearing and keeps a good distance.

honestly, if anything it brings his daughter a lot of comfort to know her dad is there to back her up 🙂

100%!is the father that seems like they’re chill on the surface but on the inside is working overtime to not be overreactive when their child starts dating.

➝︎ namjoon

is literally the 😯 emoji

when his daughter tells him that she’s got a lover, he literally looks exactly like that emoji.

he’s like “love? what you know about that?”

is extremely confused the entire time. yes, he knows that at her age, children start experimenting with dating but he never actually thought he’d have to deal with it.

was definitely worried that he’d lose out on daddy-daughter time once she started dating.

that was his biggest fear. that his daughter wouldn’t need him anymore. she would no worries.

is deathly afraid of his daughter experiencing heartbreak. their s/o could be the perfect match for his kid, he still wouldn’t care. namjoon is going to be worried regardless.

constantly asks for updates on their relationship to see if he needs to give any advice on how to keep the relationship going.

he doesn’t see their love as something immature. namjoon values it the same way he would value an adult relationship.

which meansss giving them the birds n the bees. same as yoongi, a thorough talk on sexually transmitted diseases, birth control, safe sex, you name it.

was incredibly nervous to meet the person their daughter was dating 💀 like how you supposed to be the daddy but more scared than the actual date.

chaperones his daughter’s first couple of dates. doesn’t get in their way but definitely makes his presence known when does attend.

has a strict “have her home by 9 or else” policy.

won’t ground their child if they give them a heads up on why they would be late.

is 100% the type to be the “work in progress” dad that wishes there was a book on what to do when your teenage daughter starts dating.

➝︎ hobi

mans was like “awww my wittle baby likes somebody!”

was wayyy more excited about meeting their child’s s/o then what is deemed normal.

don’t get me wrong, he’s definitely protective of his kid but hobi understands that these things happen.

it was bound to happen that one day his daughter would start dating.

doesn’t hound his child with questions but is very curious to learn more about this bf/gf that their daughter has.

when he meets them, he’s very scary looking at first. switching into serious hobi, he intimidates the kid just a bit before breaking into a grin and letting them know he was kidding.

is the type of dad that would make their daughters’ s/o fall in love with him 💀

hobi gets along with virtually anyone so it wasn’t hard for him to bond with the s/o.

however, he does make it known that he is a father and while the kid seems to be an alright choice for his daughter, he still lets them know that he will go liam neeson on a motherfucker if necessary.

doesn’t follow his daughter on dates but somehow ends up attending some of them because they both want him around.

on the times he doesn’t go, there is a curfew in place and it’s 8 o’clock 😔

hobi is 100% the dad to become friends with their daughters’ bf/gf but still be a force to be reckon with when needed.

➝︎ jimin

probably the one who meddles in their daughters love life.

sees their daughter walkout of school with a guy and is asking fifty million questions on who he is and if she likes him.

all for her to turn around and be like “dad, i’m gay.”

and he’s like 🥺🥰 “good, boys are disgusting anyways.”

so now he’s scoping out girls that could be a potential match for his kid 💀

“what about her?”

“nah, she’s a little rude to me.”

“you know what they say! she likes you!”

“no dad. just...no.”

was not expecting the girl his daughter chooses but can totally see it once he actually gets to know her.

is constantly giving his daughter cute date ideas for her to do w her gf. definitely has a pintrest board of places for them.

will happily be a chauffeur for his daughter if necessary. this can be good and bad. good bc yayay free rides. bad because she has to deal with a jimin that wants to be on time or a jimin that makes them ten minutes late to a movie showing. there is no in between.

he doesn’t follow his daughter around. mainly because he’s always driving them but if he doesn’t, she still gives him a heads up on where they’re going.

doesn’t mind them hanging sleepovers or leaving the door closed but will totally pop up at random times to be nosey.

is definitely in his daughters corner anytime someone tries to give her and her gf a hard time for being together.

a 100% the dad that’s constantly involved in his child’s love life but not to an extreme point. is totally just excited to be there and apart of her world.

➝︎ taehyung

the motherfucker is all smug and shit talking about some “ i know ” 😏 when his daughter approaches him about her new partner.

lets be real; taehyung would know his daughter like the back of his hands. he would have suspicions that she’s seeing somebody but won’t pressure her to speak until she’s ready.

acts like the fbi when he finally meets their daughter’s partner.

is stalking all social media, finding where they work, who they guardians are, and where they grandma stay 💀🤣

but it’s really because he knows how dangerous people are and the last thing he wants is for his kids’ life to be in danger.

is definitely a hard ass to whoever his daughter ends up dating regardless of gender. will go major payne on a motherfucker real quick.

does not care if he gets caught watching out for his daughter while she’s on a date. will deadass sit there and stare them down as they look at him, completely unbothered.

after meeting their partner a few times, he’ll become a bit more loose in regards to their relationship but will still eye them wearily.

his daughter is very important to him and he’s just worried about any potential heartbreak she may experience.

“have you ever killed?”

“uh, no sir. i-i’m only fifteen...sir.”

kisses teeth, “would you kill for my daughter?”

*beat of silence, two horrified teenagers*

scoffs, “pathetic. d/n choose a new partner.”

“dad!”

seems like a hard ass and is a hard ass but it’s completely out of love.

is 100% the dad that gives their daughter’s partner a hard time and will hold such a passive face that they’ll never know if he likes them or not, but overtime will start loosening up and accept them for who they are.

➝︎ jungkook

he was thoroughly surprised.

like...she might as well had told him she was pregnant.

jk needed a moment to comprehend that his daughter...his precious jewel was dating.

just the thought sent chills down his spine with his dramatic ass.

immediately demanded to meet the person who stole his daughter from him. and when he found out it was the bad kid from school??!!! mans was heated.

i mean really? the juvenile delinquent of ALL people?

he feels this way mainly because he remembers how he was as a kid and he knows how anal teenagers can be. really just wants the best for his kid.

is present for their first date. why is that? because it was at their house with him sitting on the opposite couch, watching them like a hawk as they attempted to watch a movie.

after that, his daughter had a serious talk with him about personal space and independence.

jungkook didn’t like the fact that he had to have this talk, but he understands it’s importance. him and his daughter have a sacred bond with one another that he doesn’t wanna risk breaking all because of his overprotectiveness.

that overprotectiveness does come in handy though because their daughters’ partner is always on time when it comes to getting her and dropping her off. honestly, if his daughter ever tried to convince their partner to skip curfew, their partner would text jungkook to snitch 💀

“so...you tried to skip curfew, eh?”

“wha-? how do you know this?!”

smirks, “i see all d/n. besides, your partner knows not to cross that line with me.”

“i literally cannot stand either of you.”

this has definitely led the daughter to question if she has a relationship or if her dad has a relationship with her s/o.

after about three months of them dating, jungkook turns into a pretty chill dad to be real. at that point, he understands that he can’t protect her from pain. so, he might as well just try his best to support his daughter through everything she does.

is 100% that is overly dramatic at first and comes off as incredibly scary but eventually comes down to earth and becomes a big teddy bear 🥰

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sunaswife · 3 years

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The Baby Series ✨ 🍼

Baby Talk

Ft. Sugawara Koushi and Ushijima Wakatoshi

This series will show how you and your haikyuu husband journey through pregnancy! 💕

🔪: This has been in my drafts since June so I decided to publish it on a whim...hehehe. I get so self conscious about my writing but some of you guys are encouraging me to not be afraid so thank you! 💖

Contains: fluff, angst in Ushijima’s part cuz he’s a blunt mf lmao and yeah...

Pt.2 ft. Oikawa and Atsumu click here.

Sugawara Koushi

You both haven’t really talked about children. The only conversations you’ve had was during family events when your parents or drunk aunts and uncles asked when a baby was coming. One time Suga’s aunt thought you were already pregnant and it was pretty embarrassing. You and Sugawara just had your two year anniversary and he got a raise at his job. Everything was going well so maybe bringing a baby or two into the picture wouldn’t be so bad.

You knew it wasn’t easy but you were ready to start this new chapter of your life with your husband. When he came home he was in a good mood, he graded his students tests and not a single one of them failed. You were finishing up his favorite food when he wrapped his arms around you from behind and he gave your cheek a kiss. “Ooo Spicy mapo tofu, what’s the occasion?” He asked, since it is really spicy you don’t make a habit of making it all the time. “I actually wanted to talk to you about something so I thought making your favorite food would be a good bargaining chip.” You said and he laughed. “I love your honesty and bluntness.” He told you and you giggled.

When you served the spicy tofu he immediately dug in and moaned in delight. “I swear I’m the luckiest man in the world.” He said and you rolled your eyes playfully. “Koushi I wanted to talk to you about something.” You said seriously and he looked up from his food and nodded. “I hope I’m not in trouble or anything...” he said and you shook your head. “Um...I don’t know how to say this...but....” you started and rubbed your hands. It was a habit that you did when you were nervous, Koushi saw this and he placed his hands over yours. “Take your time okay? You can tell me anything.” He said and you nodded. “I’ve been thinking about this for awhile now and we never really talked about this before. But I wanted to ask if feel ready to have a baby.”

You genuinely wanted to ask for his opinion because at the end of the day he’s the only one working since you’re a housewife. If it was too stressful for him then you probably wouldn’t mind waiting a little longer but you really hope Koushi’s answer would be—

“Are you serious?” He asked, eyes widened as they looked into yours. You nodded, “Yes but if you’re not ready then I wouldn’t mind waiting a bit longer..” you replied. He didn’t say anything and he just stared at you. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking. He suddenly stood up and pulled you with him down the hall. “Um Koushi where are you taking me?” You asked. “Well where else can we comfortably make a baby?” He smirked and your cheeks heated up. “So is that a yes?” You asked and he stopped walking. He placed your back against the wall and he held your waist gently. “Of course, I want children, more than anything.” He said softly and you smiled. He softly kissed your lips, They oozed out so much love and you were glad that Sugawara is your soulmate.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Ushijima could tell you had baby fever because you kept gushing at your friends baby for awhile now, you’d constantly gush over the photos you’re friend posted on her social media and finally one day your friend came over with her baby as a surprise. Ushijima was out training and you and your friend caught up while you played with the baby.

Ushijima came home to find his wife feeding her friends baby while her friend layed back on the opposite couch. You’ve been friends since highschool so he didn’t mind her sudden appearance, “Hello Wakatoshi.” Your friend greeted but you were too focused on the baby to even notice Ushijima’s presence. Ushijima acknowledged your friend and walked behind the couch to you. He leaned down and gave your head a kiss and you finally looked up and turned around. “Sorry Toshi I didn’t know you were back.” You apologized and kissed his cheek. You were glad he showered at the gym.

“It’s fine, you seemed a little busy.” He said and walked back around to sit next to you. “Do you want to hold him?” You asked, “No I’m fine.” He shook his head and you slightly frowned. Does he not like babies? Does he even want children? Maybe not now because he’s too busy training for the Oympics.

“Oh okay...” You said and you put the bottle down, you put the little towel on your shoulder and you began to pat his back to burp the baby. Ushijima saw how your mood changed a bit and your friend knocked out on the couch. She was extremely exhausted.

He wondered if he did anything wrong but nothing rang a bell. “Are you upset about something?” He asked, “No it’s nothing.” You gave him a small smile and you stood up to walk around while continuing to burp the baby. “It doesn’t seem like nothing, you were fine less than a minute ago.” He pointed out and you sighed. “I’m just wondering if you even like babies, or if you ever want children. Everytime we see our family you never want to hold babies or toddlers, you sometimes look scary so my nieces and nephews don’t want to talk to you nor get near you.” You admitted. He was still confused as to why you were upset about it.

“Why does it matter right now whether I want children or not?” He asked bluntly and you stopped walking. You stared at him with such bewilderment, he wasn’t getting it at all. “Maybe It’s because your wife wants children and she wants to take your feelings into consideration.” Your friend spoke up, she couldn’t sleep due to your chatter. Ushijima looked at her then at you but you had your back turned and you were looking at the window. He saw the head of the baby peering over your shoulder and he wondered if what your friend said is true. “Is that true Y/N? You want to make a family already?” He asked, you turned around slowly and nodded. “Yeah for awhile now but you’re too busy with Olympic training I understand if you want to wait.”

He smiled softly, “Thanks for taking my feelings into consideration. I wouldn’t mind although it will be stressful.” He said and you turned. “Seriously?” You asked and he nodded. You smiled and gave him a small kiss. “Do you wanna hold the baby now?” You asked. He hesitated a bit but held his arms out to carry the child.

The baby looked at him with wide eyes and smiled. “Yeah maybe being a dad isn’t so bad.” He whispered.

🔪: Which other characters should I add? 🤔 let me know!

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peterssimp · 3 years

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slater!

Seo Changbin x female reader

2.1k words of fluff

slater: an all around nice guy

lol hi 0325stay here, back as peterssimp. I’ll probs be reposting old fics of mine haha

It was supposed to be a lowkey get together with just a small group of friends, but you know how it goes. Word goes around. Friends tell friends then they tell their friends and now you were at home, packed with a bunch of strangers.

You didn’t mind that much, as long as no one was too rowdy everything would be okay. Though you didn’t know most of these people well, there was one that caught your eye. He wasn’t that tall, but he was tall enough. What stood out the most was the way he stood there, looking all confident in himself and mysterious.

This man didn’t do much. He just watched everyone, took sips from his cup with folded arms. He just stayed calm and quiet by the wall.

You took glances at him every once in a while, to see how he was doing and every time you peeked, it was like he felt you looking because he’d look back up at you and shoot you a smirk from across the room.

The blush would spread across your face whenever he did that, but you couldn’t help yourself. You had to keep looking. There was something so addicting to this guy even when he was doing the bare minimum.

Eventually, he caught on. He knew you were attracted to him and this time whenever you glanced at him, he gave you a nod and a smile. Laughing when he saw your face turn red. But he just continued to stand there, still with a cup in his hands, and probably watching over his friends.

It was the middle of the night now, but the party was still alive. And you were probably a bit tipsy, but not enough for you to forget anything you do. It did give you a boost of confidence though, so you decided to go make a move on this stranger.

You walked over to him after you filled your cup again and stood beside him, leaning on the wall. He was even more good looking up close, and under the shirt, you finally saw the large muscles on him which attracted you even more.

Before you could say anything, this man beat you to it. He saw how out of place your hair was, so with a finger, he pushed the strands of hair behind your ear and stared at your eyes. Making you blush even more now.

“What’s your real name?”

Apparently, he only knew you by the nicknames your friends passed around.

“Y/N…”

You gulped as you took another sip of your drink, trying to act cool, but you couldn’t. He smiled and kept his hand on your shoulder and bent down a bit to whisper in your ear.

“Pretty name for a pretty girl… Well, I’m Changbin.”

And just like that, you two got to talking. He was kind, but cold, just giving you that bad boy vibe. He looked so scary and intimidating, but when you two started talking, you could tell that he knew how to keep a conversation going.. It was light, but playful, also adding in some jokes here and there, just keeping you smiling and giggling as you two talked.

“You’re not seeing anyone, right?”

You kinda choked at the question, but you quickly shook your head saying no.

“Cute, ‘cause I’d love to take you out one time. You know, just talk more in a quieter place. Preferably alone.”

Changbin was about to lean down and give you a kiss on the cheek, but then, he heard one of his friends call him to help them and he excused himself from you, cutting the fun conversation short.

You watched him carry his friend off the couch and watched him struggle a bit to get his friend standing, but he managed to support him and he called an uber to go home. Being the host, you walked them out the door and watched the whole group get into the uber safely.

Before you shut the door, Changbin ran back to it and slipped you a piece of paper with all his socials and his number and quickly left you a peck on the cheek.

“I had fun tonight, good night.”

At this point, you were feeling starstruck by this man. He wasn’t too special, but you were just so drawn to him and you didn’t think that by simply standing beside him would lead you to getting his number and social media plus him asking you out.

You held onto that piece of paper tight that night as you waited for more people to leave your place. Surprisingly, one by one, each friend group started to leave and catch their rides home and finally, you were home alone.

Even though it was 1am, you couldn’t be at peace with yourself until everything was cleaned up. Luckily, everyone knew how to clean up after themselves so there wasn’t a huge mess left. Just some bottles and bags of food that needed to be put away.

“Hey, it’s Y/N from the party. Did you get home safely?”

You started to text Changbin while you started cleaning up. You didn’t think about how fast he’d reply because it was late and he was probably tired. But then, your phone started to ring and it was Changbin calling. You picked up and he started thanking you for the night.

He told you he and his friends got home safely and then continued on with the conversation you two were having earlier that night. Then, he asked you what you were doing and you mentioned that you were just cleaning up.

Changbin was lowkey feeling bad that you were cleaning up alone so he asked if you needed any help because he was bored and wasn’t tired just yet. You thought to yourself for a bit, maybe this could be the chance that you two could get to know each other even more, in the comfort of your own home.

You told him that he didn’t need to, but he kept insisting, saying that he wanted to see you too.

So, in a few minutes, Changbin made the drive to your house and knocked on your door. You were kind of shocked that he drove because you thought he had been drinking earlier, but it turns out, he wasn’t. It was only pop.

He started sweeping and mopping and throwing out the trash for you. Basically doing all of the work because he told you to just sit back and relax and just calm yourself down with some water. This man was a genuine hardworking guy, which made him even more attractive.

The connection you two had through this conversation somewhat made you feel safe and comfortable with him. Even though you two only met that night. His laugh was contagious and his comments were wise, but interesting. This man was different. Maybe you got lucky meeting him tonight.

Changbin finished cleaning up and your house was spotless now. It was now almost 3am, but you two were still enjoying each other’s presence. You didn’t want him to leave, so you offered him to stay the night if he wanted to.

Surprisingly, he agreed and offered to sleep on the couch, but you felt bad, especially after he cleaned the whole house for you. So, you shook your head and took his hand in yours and led him up the stairs to your room.

He mentioned that he wasn’t the type to do one night stands, so you just laughed because you weren’t the type to do that too. His face turned confused, but you told him you had another bed in your room that he was welcome to sleep on.

Changbin waited outside your room while you changed and then knocked on the door when you were done. You let him in and you two continued the conversation again. It was like a never-ending story between you two. He climbed into your bed with you instead of the other one, but you didn’t mind.

He laid there with you, just staring up at the ceiling while jokes were being passed around. Your hands were intertwined with each other as you spoke, but since it was getting late, you were starting to doze off throughout the conversation and Changbin noticed.

Gently, he pulled you in closer and let you use his arms as a pillow. Then you two just took a quick nap together until you started to hear the birds chirp as they woke up and it was right before sunrise too.

“Good morning”

Changbin said as he placed a kiss on your head, smiling when he saw that your hands were still holding his. He looked out to see that it was before sunrise and asked you if you wanted to take a quick ride to see the sun rise, maybe even grabbing some breakfast after.

Without hesitation, you agreed and off you two went. Usually you weren’t this trusting, but Changbin was different. He was like a breath of fresh air and you could tell that he was a good person from the start.

He put on his favourite morning playlist and drove freely through the traffic free streets of the city and then to the best viewpoint that overlooks the city. Throughout the ride, Changbin kept switching from holding your hand to his gear since he drove a manual car.

He took sweet looks at you while you kept talking. With the wind blowing through your hair and the quiet roads only highlighted your laughs with him. He was starting to feel lucky for meeting you too.

Finally, you two made it to the viewpoint and sat on the hood of the car as you watched the sun wake up. He never let go of your hand and now, he was even resting his head on your shoulder. It was like you two knew each other for so long already.

As you two watched the sun rise, Changbin shuffled down and rested his head on your lap, just looking up at you now.

“You’re something special, aren’t you?”

You didn’t know what to say, so you sat there in silence and just smiled back at him. His hand guided your hand to his hair, moving it to let you know that he wanted you to play with his hair. And so, you did. It was comforting to both of you anyways.

Watching the sunrise was so calming and comforting and you two just felt right. Changbin decided to make another move and stood up in front of you, opening his arms up in an embrace. You gladly accepted it and now you were in his arms, feeling the warmth of his body as he hugged you tight.

He then looked down at you and with no hesitation went straight for your lips. Finally kissing you after wanting to kiss you the whole night. First, it was soft and quick, but when he pulled away with a smile, you pulled him back to just kiss him back longer.

Your lips brushed against his and it felt like butterflies were taking over your body. He felt your breath along his skin which only raised goosebumps all over, and he tasted the sweet gloss on your lips.

Changbin felt his heart beat faster and faster and when you continued sharing a kiss, his mind went blank and there was nothing else on his mind. He just wanted this moment to last. He was struck with happiness and content for once in his life.

When you pulled away and felt shy, you also saw him blush for the first time and he couldn’t stop smiling. He looked so adorable that you just wanted to capture the moment. You quickly pulled out your phone and asked him to pose for the camera. But he took it and flipped the camera around, sitting on the hood of his car and pulling you in between his legs.

He told you to count and to smile on 3. You followed what he said and on 3, you were surprised with a kiss on the cheek as he captured that moment with you. The sunlight hitting you two perfectly and making you look like gold.

“You’re so beautiful y/n. This one’s for the books.”

Despite only meeting him a few hours ago, you could tell that you and Changbin were going to be in each other’s lives for long. Again, he pulled you in for a hug and embraced you tight, leaving you kisses on top of your head, which was his habit and just watched the city below come to life now.

“Let’s get breakfast now?”

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youreacowgirllikeme · 3 years

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Notes: I was a bit in the feels today, so here is some soft Chris fic nobody asked for, with a bit of angst thrown in. there may be some inaccuracies regarding the timeline, but this is fiction, so…enjoy

Warnings: swearing, slight angst

Your relationship has always been a funny one.

You’ve met three years ago when Chris was still working with you at New Day, the early mornings spent together, cracking bad jokes over the strongest coffee known to men had created a strange, but lasting sense of comradery between the two of you.

He has always been a bit of a flirt, but in a funny, nonchalant way, and there was that invisible line, that unspoken rule that the two of you would never do anything more than the occasional bantering and bickering. No feelings involved.

But still, there were the occasional moments that made you think, made you mentally recalibrate the relationship to someone you usually considered just a good friend.

The first one was on one of those early morning elevator rides, you were running late and just barely managed to sneak a hand between the closing doors. Chris was the only other occupant, nursing his coffee and snickering as he saw your slightly disheveled appearance.

“Doing some morning sport, Y/N?” he asked, and you just flipped him the bird.

“Feeling cheeky today, aren’t we?” he responded, and suddenly took a step in your direction, looking at you.

“You have a leaf in your hair.” He said, voice going oddly quiet, and then his hand reached out to pick the small green thing out of your tousled locks. Your scalp was prickling in a strange way and your heart gave a soft thump that you blamed entirely on still being slightly out of breath. Your eyes were locked with his, and for the first time you realized just what a mesmerizing shade of blue they were.

“Thank you.” You replied, voice barely above a whisper.

“You’re welcome.” He murmured, eyes never leaving yours.

Then the mechanical voice of the elevator announced your arrival on the studio floor, and whatever spell there has been between you got broken by the opening doors.

“I’ll see you in the meeting room in five.” he said, and hurried out of the elevator to his office, leaving you behind trying to make sense of what just transpired between the two of you.

The situation was never brought up again, and nothing changed. You kept up your job as assistant producer, providing Chris and Alisyn with the content they needed to pull off a good show, and kept Chris ego from inflating too much with the occasional well-meant criticism or lighthearted teasing.

Then, the office Christmas party happened.

You had a blast, drinking eggnog and aimlessly swaying along to the shitty Christmas playlist some intern had put together.

Chris had brought a date, some woman you’ve never seen before. You were trying not to be annoyed by the obnoxious way she laughed about jokes Chris cracked, or how she clung to his arm like a blonde, perfumed kraken. You did your best to ignore the pair for most of the evening.

When the lady finally went to the bathroom, you approached Chris where he was leaning against a wall in a quieter corner of the office. The eggnog made you bold, so you cut right to the case.

“So, who’s blondie? Never seen her around before.” you tried your best to sound as normal as possible. “She almost died of laughter at that joke you made back there, it wasn’t even that funny.”

“Maybe she just has better humor than you.” Chris said, giving you a smirk.

“Ha, as if. You know my humor is superior.” You said, your voice coming out way louder than intended. You poked his chest with your index finger and stilled for a moment as you felt the steel hard muscle under his dress shirt. You knew he worked out, but that was new.

“Jesus, you’re drunk, Y/N.” Chris chuckled. Oh, he was going to enjoy the hell out of teasing you about this for the next weeks.

You just stared at him, trying to come up with some clever remark, but your brain felt fuzzy and funny, so you just stuck to “Shut up, Cuomo.”

He brought his face down a bit, so it was nearly on your level. He was close enough for you to get a whiff of his aftershave, he smelled heavenly.

“Hey, watch your mouth.” He said, and you weren’t sure if his tone was still teasing. You felt a blush forming on your face at the intense look he was giving you.

“Never will.” You shot back, struggling to keep your voice steady. Some strange energy was buzzing between the two of you, it was one of those moments where every outcome seemed possible.

“Chriiiis, come over, I wanna dance!”

And just like that, the moment was over, broken by the screech of Chris’s blonde side kick making her way over to you.

“Coming, just give me a moment.” He called back.

But you fled before he could say another word to you, the ugly emotion in your chest feeling a lot like jealousy now.

Blondie never showed up or was mentioned again, so you figured that whatever thing Chris had with her didn’t work out. You tried not to feel a small sense of satisfaction.

Chris, as expected, teased you mercilessly about your run-in with the eggnog, but never brought up the strange tension that sometimes was tangible when the two of you were alone together. You didn’t either and over time, it just dissolved, the two of you going back to the easy and carefree joking you were familiar with.

But sometimes, you were watching him from afar, and if you would’ve paid closer attention you would’ve noticed that he was watching you as well.

A few months later, Chris approached you during an ad break.

“Could you maybe drop by my office after we wrap it here? There’s something I need to discuss with you.” He sounded as serious as you’ve ever heard him, so you swallowed the inappropriate joke that was already on the tip of your tongue and just replied “Sure thing.” before he had to get back in front of the camera.

You tried to ignore the way your heart was fluttering when you walked down the corridor to his office after the show. It was just a chat with Chris, like you’ve already had a thousand times before, you told yourself as you tried to calm your nerves.

Except that it wasn’t.

“Prime Time? An hour, every day?” you exclaimed; excitement evident in your voice.

“Oh my God, Chris, I’m so thrilled for you, this is huge.”

Chris just beamed at you, full of pride and looking so happy that it was infectious.

“You are the first person I’m telling the news, Y/N, because I wanted to ask you to come with me and be executive producer. I can make some demands regarding certain positions, and as much as it pains me to admit it, I can’t imagine doing a show without that weird, brilliant brain of yours.” He grinned, and you couldn’t believe your ears.

“You want me to be your executive producer?” you asked, a bit choked up because of all the emotions you were feeling. You didn’t really know how to respond, so you just stepped forward and threw your arm around Chris. You were too short to properly reach around his bulky frame, but you just hugged him as tight as you could, pressing your head into his chest and just whispering “I’d be honored.”

You could feel large, strong arms embracing you, and heard Chris amused voice close to your ear.

“It’s a deal then.”

You let go of him and looked up into his face. He was smiling down at you, looking so genuinely happy that your stomach gave a little flip.

One of his large hands came up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. You didn’t move a muscle, praying that your face wouldn’t betray the excitement you felt at having him so close.

“I could not do this without you, Y/N, thank you for trusting me, and for your loyalty. It means the world.”

“Sure thing, Cuomo.” You whispered, and it took every ounce of self-control not to close the gap between your faces and just kiss him. No, you reminded yourself, you were colleagues, and the new show was too important to jeopardize it by letting pesky feelings get in the way. So, you took a step back, quickly collected yourself, and spoke with new confidence in your voice.

“So, when are you going to tell Alisyn?”

Cuomo Prime Time was a huge success. Chris thrived on being able to plan his own show, picking out the content and guests with much more freedom than he had at New Day. Seeing him so in his element made you happy as well, and the new degree of responsibility was much less scary with him by your side. He was a confident, reliable and steady presence in the studio, and you felt like your friendship only grew stronger during the intense discussions you had while planning the next show.

Unfortunately, your crush grew as well. You’ve always been aware that Chris was smart, and a dedicated journalist on top, but being the anchor for his own show brought a more mature and sincere side out in him. He really poured his heart into the show, and yours was a little more his with each day.

You cheered for him after a he gave a successful interview, calmed him down when a guest had been particularly vile and untruthful and comforted him when right-wing nut jobs dragged him on social media, because you knew how much that got to him, even if he would never admit it.

Then, January 6th happened. Hell broke loose in Washington DC, and your team was on it the second the extent of the insurrection became known. You planned a special edition of Prime Time in light speed, and Chris was on fire, on camera as well as behind the scenes. He called on all his background contacts, gathering as much insider information as he could.

When it was announced that Trump would be impeached for the second time, Chris got into it with so much dedication and vigor that it got you slightly worried. He would spend all his time in the studio, on the phone, writing mails, tweeting, barely sleeping.

You tried to talk him into going home more than once, but he just dismissed you.

He spent the days of the impeachment trial basically living in the CNN building, the time he wasn’t on air his eyes were glued to the screen, taking in every debate that was held on the senate floor, cursing Trumps lawyers and the GOP members defending him with so much fury that you almost got scared. As it became clearer and clearer that the trial would result in an acquittal, your worry about how Chris would handle the outcome grew. And rightly so.

The acquittal was announced, and he was furious, slamming his fist on his desk and throwing his CNN mug across the room where it shattered into a hundred little pieces on the opposite wall. You had never seen Chris like that, and while it terrified you how he was behaving, you knew that you could not leave him to his own devices now.

“Damn it, go home, Y/N, I need to be alone!” He snapped at you. You flinched at his harsh words but did not back down.

“Forget it, Cuomo, you need a friend now.” You said, resolute, carefully approaching him from behind at his desk, putting your hand on his shoulders and applying some comforting pressure. But he shook you off and turned around in his chair to look at you, tension, anger and sadness coming off him in waves.

“I said.” He swallowed, his voice almost giving out. “Leave me alone.” And then he broke down, burying his face in his hands while dry, angry sobs shook his whole body. Seeing that strong, controlled man like this felt like a punch to the gut, and you carefully kneeled before him. You put your arms around his body and just held him while all the tension from the last days, even weeks, fell off. It was this moment when you realized the full extent of your emotions for Chris. There was just nothing you wouldn´t do to make sure he would never feel like this again.

When he finally calmed down and raised his head, you took his face between your hands, put your forehead against his and looked him deep in the eyes.

“They will be held accountable, I promise you. We’re going to do what we do best, we get after it and we are going to show the American people the truth.” You said, voice full of passion and conviction.

His eyes were still looking lost, but his face hardened, and he gave a single, sharp nod.

“We will. Those fuckers better get ready, because I will drag every single one of them into the light. They will not get away with that.”

“That’s the spirit I want to see.” You said, giving him a small smile.

Your hands were still on his face, and you couldn’t bring yourself to move them away just yet. He still looked so vulnerable, and you slowly began to brush your thumb over his cheek.

He closed his eyes and he leaned into your touch like a cat. Seeing him like this made your heart almost jump out of your throat, you really were head over heels for him.

He was at peace for a moment, and you unconsciously leant forward until your noses were almost touching. Now was the right moment, you thought, now you would finally go for it.

But then he opened his eyes again, and they went hard as he saw how close you were. He pushed your hands away and you could feel his walls going up, shutting you out.

“What do you think you are doing.” He barked. “I don’t need a pity party, I can handle myself.” His words felt like a slap to the face, there was no sign of the man that you held in your arms some minutes ago. You felt the sting of tears in your eyes and stoop up from the floor, bringing some distance between you and Chris.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” you asked in a quiet voice. You didn’t want to scream, because if you got yourself worked up the tears would start to fall. And there was no way he would see you crying, not now. “I was just trying to help you and be there for you.”

He gave a small, humorless laugh. There was no warmth in his eyes anymore, and you felt like you might be sick at the look he was giving you.

“Like I said, I don’t need pity, or anything else from you right now, so how about you finally leave me alone, Y/N?”

He turned his back to you, the dismissal evident in his posture.

“Chris?” you tried, but he wasn’t answering. You started to get angry, and with the anger the tears started to fall. You were almost glad he wasn’t looking at you.

“Fine, go fuck yourself then. I was trying to help, I thought we had something there…” your voice gave out with a choked sound, and you fled the office before totally breaking down in front of him.

You cried all the way home, and even there the tears didn’t stop. It hurt, more than you could’ve imagined, and even though you tried your best to distract yourself, your mind always wandered back to the way he had pushed your hands away and the harsh tone of his voice as he told you to leave him alone.

Above all, you were angry at yourself for developing feelings for him in the first place. He was complicated, and proud, and your gut had told you from the very beginning that it wasn’t a good idea to get too close. That you would just end up getting hurt. You should have listened.

You were ripped out of your thoughts by the sound of your doorbell, followed by a series of sharp knocks against the door of your apartment.

“Y/N!”

It was Chris. What the hell was he doing here?

You quickly dried your eyes and made your way over to the door. You already were in your pajamas but didn’t care. It wasn’t as if you owed the guy anything.

You opened the door forcefully, anger slowly taking over. How dared he just show up here after treating you this way?

But your resolve crumbled as you took in Chris’ appearance.

He looked like shit. His suit was wrinkled, and there were bags under his bloodshot eyes. He looked like he’d been crying.

“What is it, Chris?” you said, your voice not betraying the emotional turmoil you were in. You felt anger, sadness, worry and hurt at the same time, but there also was a glimpse of hopefulness, because there had to be a reason Chris came all the way to your apartment that late in the evening.

“Y/N.” he began, and you almost started crying again at how lost he sounded.

“I am so monumentally sorry. I fucked up big time with how I treated you back there, I was so angry and confused, but that’s no excuse for the way I acted. I just wanted to let you know how deeply sorry I am, and I just hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive me.”

He looked like a kicked puppy, and your heart hurt seeing him like this. But still, you had to address the elephant in the room. Because there was no way he hadn’t noticed what you were about to do back in his office. He was no fool, and he owed you at least a talk about it.

“Chris, I forgive you.” You said, and he breathed out on relief.

“But we have to talk about what happened. You knew what I was about to do. And I am sorry if I read too much into your behavior towards me, I just really thought we were having a moment. But the way you reacted, the way you looked at me like you did…it is totally okay if you don’t feel the same way for me, but do you really hate the idea of us that much that you had to look at me as if you were disgusted by me? I thought we were at least friends.” You stopped as you felt your voice starting to break again. Saying this out loud hurt so much, you just wanted to go back to your bed and cry some more.

Chris looked like someone had punched him in the face.

“Oh no, no shit, please Y/N-” He paused, rubbing his face with his hands in exasperation.

“I thought you were just taking pity on me.” He said in a small voice you had never heard from him before. “Jesus, Y/N, I am an angry, bitter man. And I am much older than you. I never saw a chance for us, but I’m selfish, so I kept you close. You are way too good for me, and I didn’t want to have a moment with you only for you to realize how messed up I am afterwards. I never even thought about the possibility of you feeling the same way.”

He sounded as if he still couldn’t believe it.

You just stared at Chris. His hands were fidgeting, he looked so nervous and hopeful, and your heart was soaring, the force of your feelings for him almost overwhelming you.

“God, Cuomo, you are such a damn idiot.”

And with that, you threw yourself into his arms and kissed him. He responded right away, embracing you and holding you so close to his chest that you could feel his racing heartbeat. His lips were warm and soft, and his body fit into yours as if you were made for each other. It felt wonderful and goosebumps were breaking out all over your body as Chris tilted his head to deepen the kiss, his tongue slowly sliding across your bottom lip.

You never wanted to let go, but you were still standing in the hallway in front of your apartment, and you were wearing your pajamas.

You reluctantly broke the kiss, but Chris cupped your jaw and drew you close for another one, short and sweet this time.

“I can’t just stop after finally getting what I want.” He said softly.

Your heart gave a little jump at his words, and you pressed another kiss to his lips.

“You can get as many of them as you want but come inside first. I don’t want my neighbors to see me like this.”

“I actually think your sleepwear is pretty cute. Pink, I like it.”

You smacked his arm in a playful manner and when he smiled back at you, everything felt right in the world.

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atltexts · 3 years

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(1-0) THE CONTROVERSIAL SIGH OF RELIEF

OK... good morning

I can’t believe I have to seriously explain why this is not a r*pe score, but here we go 🥴

I was there the day BVH was exonerated in April. Waiting for the outcome, I stayed up all night, making sure I would be available if anything bad were to come of this. This wasn’t anything new for me. When the letter came in, BVH immediately broke down in tears. At first, I didn’t know what he was feeling and asked him a number of times what it said. I couldn’t make what he was saying, then he just kept repeating “not guilty, not guilty”

We really thought this nightmare would be over from there. This was a huge sigh of relief and as anyone would, BVH felt intense emotion in that moment.

PRECURSOR FOR CONTEXT: BVH was not a religious person prior to any of this, but on December 15 2020, he suffered from his first sleep paralysis episode. Sleep paralysis is more prone to happen to a person when they are either under immense pressure or are deeply depressed. He felt a malign presence in his bedroom & his knee-jerk reaction was to immediately start praying Psalm 91. When this happened, all the noise around him subsided, the presence left, and he was able to gain control over his body again. Since that day, he has prayed the rosary every night before going to sleep. This gave him hope, something to believe in.

CELEBRATING INNOCENCE? THANKING GOD? NOT ON MY WATCH, BUCKO: Just like how his knee-jerk reaction was to pray to banish the sleep paralysis influence, his knee-jerk reaction to being exonerated was to publicly praise god. He asked me “should I write this?” And i paused, thinking it was a little strange, but I also didn’t want to ruin his moment, so I said yes. It was benign! What could possibly happen!!

He was immediately kicked out of the group after a girl weaponized his religion to call him ugly (67+ students liked this!). Another girl wrote “finally,” and comments continued from there. Of course, everyone but BVH got off the hook and BVH was penalized for being “unprofessional.”

Not only was he penalized for being “unprofessional”, but he was also penalized for being happy! “How dare you be happy the day your accuser lost, you should feel sadness and remorse!!!” Yup… he had to go through empathy coaching for this. Wish I was kidding.

BEWILDERING INTERPRETATIONS: We later found out that this was misinterpreted as a r*pe score. “He’s saying he did it before and he will do it again.” Initially, there weren’t that many complaints (maybe 2-3), but when these students instructed other students to do the same, the number obviously increased greatly. So far, over 30 complaints have been filed — while the initial ones were about the Title IX investigation & the Group Me post, the last handful of them said “I don’t care if she couldn’t prove it, I know something bad happened.”

GLOATING SHMOATING: That night, the school sent a mass e-mail to all students about “gloating over the misfortunes of others”, but as they usually do, they denied this. I guess there are just that many coincidences, even though they themselves accused him of… ‘gloating’ over the misfortunes of others.

THE COURTEOUS ADMINISTRATOR: Also that night, BVH got a separate e-mail from an administrator demanding they have an urgent meeting. On this “courtesy call” as the administrator called it, he told BVH to “watch himself” and abruptly hung up on him. BVH was literally just chilling. At least BVH got his 5 minutes of relief before the distortion campaign got stronger over his praise for God, I suppose.

QUESTIONABLE PETITIONS: Soon after, the student leadership wrote & circulated a petition for “the expulsion of (BVH)”. I don’t hold it against the people who I signed it. Not knowing the depth of the situation, it’s understandable and also scary to be seated in a classroom with someone you think is unsafe to be around. In the petition, they suggest BVH is a narcissist (it really said “narcissist” in it), further and deliberately spreading more misinformation. They write that he is too unprofessional to become a physician and was “accused of gender-based violence”. Even though BVH wrote literally nothing about the Title IX investigation, this petition states that he is, again, “gloating over the misfortunes of others,” that he’s deliberately trying to intimidate, share people’s private information, abuse social media, lacks empathy, and “implicit threat of future abuse.” None of this is true (and it’s all written like it’s fact — which is pretty unprofessional). Just some more malicious fabrications in attempts to get him kicked out. It also says “reports of comments that devalue his peers” which, as someone who knows him well, I highly doubt is true. He cares too much about his education to put his peers down. The petition proceeds to say “gender-based violence cannot be tolerated”, suggesting their own opinions are fact, further strengthening the distortion campaign. Given the way the petition was carefully written, I don’t blame people for trusting student leadership and taking it seriously. They also say, as though it is fact, that the school’s inaction is jeopardizing BVH’s future patients…. Anyway, I’ll bite my tongue & move on.

MORE TRIALS, BEFORE MORE TRIALS. WHY NOT: The school sent him to the pious court of the medical school for a second trial. He had to explain the story of why he posted the Group Me comment, and for the 3rd time he was exonerated, but it didn’t end there… To this day, the Committee on Students is still having periodic hearings most recently because his empathy coaching as about “having empathy i ngeneral, not about the Group Me post specifically.” Why he needs empathy coaching, or why it’s called “empathy coaching” is beyond me.

OVEREXERTING BVH, HE MUST PAY FOR BEING BULLIED! MAKES SENSE TO ME: The medical school refused to accept the Title IX decision so they did an additional review of the investigation report of the title IX process. He has been assigned to do multiple assignments, attend multiple meetings, to the point that, with the added stress, I don’t think any other student would be capable of doing. He was barely granted an extension for his schoolwork or any accommodations for that matter. BVH doesn’t matter to them, they only do what benefits ATL (post with proof pending… there’s a lot to uncover). They even changed the rules of an assignment on him after he had submitted a really nice paper, so he had to write a new one.

IGNORING EMOTIONAL NEEDS DESPITE FILING “CARE” REPORTS!: The medical school is still, to this day, giving him an extremely hard time. I am a person with a physical disability & I had to drop out of school to be BVH’s support system to do what the medical school should have done. I am deteriorating by the day and this is how I am spending my life. I have read many books to BVH, teaching him meditation & mindfulness. I have found him the absolute best puppy I could find to help him cope. I have cried with him (makes the puppy cry too). I have been available every day to witness and experience this with him, and believe me when I say, every day a new issue arises. And believe me when I also say…. BVH is extremely careful, has done nothing but kept to himself & follow given instructions (other than quitting his dream to become a physician). I have called the school and spoke to several different professionals, begging that someone AT LEAST provides him an ounce of emotional support. I even filed an elaborate concern form (CARE report) I found on the CWRU website. All without BVH’s knowledge I’ve been trying to make things happen for him behind the scenes. Again, they know he is in pain. I can’t work, and I can’t afford to eat or pay rent on my own — I should be focusing on starting a business, but all my energy is going into making things right for BVH, because, yes, he genuinely has it worse. That’s what friends are for! I am not trying to victimize myself (anonymous person here). He never once asked me to do any of the things I’ve done. If anything, he feels guilty that I am still by his side. Without pay, I am doing their job full time while being bedridden and in excruciating pain. I am overwhelmed, anxious, exhausted, and disappointed that the school does not stand by the values they claim to have… if I feel this way, if this is the only thing I can think about, imagine how BVH feels.

EMPLOYEES WHO HAVE NO CONTROL OVER THE SITUATION, PLEASE DO NOT FEEL GUILTY: I know that most of the staff feels for BVH. I don’t blame the staff who deals with BVH directly. I blame whoever is giving them these instructions. The person who is being CC’d on all the e-mails even though he chose to ‘step out of the situation’. Most likely, he will try to pin my actions on BVH, because that’s how the hierarchy of this school works. This is why no one can say anything, we’re all afraid that if we stand up for BVH it is going to hurt his education — BVH is even afraid to ask a question in class because he could literally sneeze and surely someone will google “the meaning of sneezes” to find a way to twist things, and the school will penalize him (totally OK for someone to call him ‘scum of the earth’ while he’s leading a discussion though). I don’t get why this man has such a hard on for BVH (with peace & love), and I’ll leave it at that.

#1-0 #CWRU maltreatment #exoneration #highlights

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mysweetgirl2-love · 4 years

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Your Sweet Nothings~ (Asahi Azumane x Reader)

Day 2 was ‘Soft Talk’ for me! So I thought, who’s not softer than the living Jesus himself, haha. I don’t know Asahi’s character very well so this was more of a tough write for me... but I hope you all like it! It’s very sweet, comforting, and Asahi is beyond lovely... like what a man haha. Enjoy!!

Word Count: 2,801

Day 2 - Soft Talk

It felt like your phone would never shut up. Another picture your boyfriend had recently posted, which you were a subject in, had you now scrolling through thousands of comments to see if anyone had anything negative to say. Any “constructive criticism” in which you could improve upon.

“Babe, put your phone down…” A voice spoke up from the doorway of your bedroom.

You groaned softly, turning away from the sound and continuing to swipe against your screen. You knew he was right, he usually was. With your nature, he fit you so perfectly and was such a rock when you could be blasting off the walls. This wasn’t one of those times, but it still made you anxious with every ding your phone made to signal someone was trying to notify you.

“I’m just trying to read all the sweet comments people have to say about you, Asahi…” you sighed, coming up with a quick lie as your eyes traveled over the comments and your mind racing.

They have to be calling me fat, or ugly… or must be pointing out everything wrong with me-

“Hey.”

The phone was plucked from your hands as you yelped in protest, helplessly watching as it was taken away from you. You slightly glared up at the man who smirked back down in your direction. He knew exactly what he was doing, and you hated it.

“Hey! Yes, hey! Can I please have my phone back?” You whined, seemingly like a child. When he acted like this, you sure felt like one.

He looked beautiful this late at night, a built god right in front of you that so happened to be your love. He was always such a nervous wreck when you two first got together, though… over the years you encouraged him to have a little more confidence then what he had been possessing. Boy, how did that turn on you.

Asahi raised his brow skeptically, readjusting his grip against your phone to hold it tighter against his palm. His empty hand gently reached down towards your hair, gently ruffling it between his hands as you whined up in protest while avoiding eye contact.

“Don’t act like you’re not looking for the negative comments, pumpkin…” he hummed, lifting his hand to gently brush down the strands of hair that he had fluffed, “You know they’re only jealous…”

“Yeah, I-I know….” Your gaze softened, eyes drifting up to meet his once again. It was hard not to lose yourself in his pools of brown, “I’m very lucky to be with you…”

He blinked softly, registering what you had just said, before letting out a hardy chuckle. His hand fell from the top of your head to your cheek, gently pushing it upwards to face him.

“That’s not what I meant… I was implying that they’re only jealous because you’re so utterly beautiful…” he whispered, leaning further down to press his lips gently against your forehead as you watched, “Jealous of me for having you.”

He could be so cheesy at times. You had to roll your eyes in response to his sweet compliment. The man was soft, obviously, something you found incredibly charming. Though, when stressing over social media, you became almost blind to his genuine kindness.

He didn’t blame you. People’s opinions can be scary, especially with a career such as his. Asahi Azumane was a popular designer in Japan, having been apart of a legendary Karasuno team with some of the biggest names in the sport during your time. He gained a following from high school, though now his fans were mostly from the fashion industry.

He met you in college, you were a model and studied fashion as well but mostly partook in the wearing of clothes more than the creating. He fell in love at first sight, but didn’t realize that until after your first date. You didn’t know how to feel about him, thinking that since you were a model for him your relationship should pertain strictly to his work. But, as shy as he was… he also knew what he had to have. At least try to have you.

That was at least four years ago, and you two have been happily living together ever sense.

Of course you two had your flaws, Asahi was unintentionally intimidating and you were just stubborn. But, you both worked so well together… and neither of you wanted to lose that. Even in moments of your insecurity getting the best of you… like this.

“No one is jealous of me because I’m beautiful… that’d be unrealistic,” I huffed, rolling onto my back as he straightened up from leaning over, “I’m nothing special.”

Asahi’s eyes hardened slightly, him briefly turning to place your phone onto the wireless charger laying against your bed stand before looking back down. He looked upset, sad at what you had just stated.

“Pumpkin, you are so unbelievably special… I-I don’t know why you would ever think otherwise…” He sighed sadly, reaching down towards your wrist resting on lightly on your chest. He picked it up, gently rubbing against your wrist with his thumb as he sighed, “…I want you to see what I see.”

“I know, Asahi… I wish I could too…” You hummed, turning your hand in his grasp and gently pressing the tips of your fingers against his skin. He was so warm…

Asahi smiled sadly from above you, his chocolate eyes swimming with admiration and love, giving your wrist a final squeeze before letting it fall gently back to the bed.

“One day, when I finally get to marry you… you’ll see. Now,” he placed his hands over your eyes, lightly applying pressure, “It’s bedtime, and you, pumpkin, need to go to sleep.”

Your eyes widened slightly before sending a childish glare up in his direction. You didn’t want to be put to bed, much less be told to.

“Hey… you need to sleep too, dummy,” You huffed, making him chuckle lightly.

“ Haha! I know, I know, let me just finish washing up, okay? I’ll be right back…” he hummed to you, beginning to head in the direction of the bathroom. He only stopped to pause in the doorway, “And if I catch you on your phone, missy… I will not hesitate to become the tickle monster..”

His deep chuckle filled the room, you stopping in your mid reach towards the said device on the table. You looked over your shoulder to find Asahi staring back. His eyes almost urging you to do it and see what the consequences would be.

Your hand shot back to your side, under the covers and away from sight. Your man sighed, shaking his head as his long hair swayed with the motions of his head.

“What am I going to do with you…” He sighed, laughing breathlessly as he didn’t wait for you to respond, heading onto the tiled floors of your bathroom.

“Uh- who does he think he is…” you grumbled to yourself, rolling on your side to face away from your phone. Yet, it was just so… close…

Nope, I do NOT want to be tickled right now. That sounds terrible, at this time of night? Yeah, nice try, brain…

You thought to yourself, repeating the scenario of what would happen if you were found with your phone. Over and over, you didn’t want to be tickled. But… what was one little peek gonna do?

Your eyes flashed open and you couldn’t stop your arm from flashing over and picking the phone off the charger, quickly have it recognize your face as you began scrolling through comment after comment, once again.

“… No… nope… I mean, sorta? No…” You mumbled to yourself, scrolling past the endless support that poured out of his comment section. Most of it for you, your beauty in the image and almost emphasized with Asahi’s taste, who wouldn’t want to compliment you?

“I mean, there has to be something… right?”

The toilet flushed, the sink turned on, your thumb kept gliding across your screen.

You had to swipe through the pictures once again to remind yourself how you looked during the shoot. Your hair was up in a bun, an Asahi signature move, but also pinned back with a few barrettes of your favorite flower. You wore a longer sweater, gossamer white and slightly see through as your curves filled out the blue ripped jeans almost perfectly. Your makeup was light, some eyeshadow and a lip color being the most accentuated parts of your face.

Yet, you… just couldn’t see that. For whatever reason, your thoughts kept denying that what people were saying was supposed to be nice at all. Your brain convinced you that they were lying to you, just trying to lure you into a vulnerable state where they could sweep everything out from under you.

Most importantly… take the only thing you ever could find comfort in. Asahi.

The sink kept running, a man cleared his throat, you kept scrolling.

It was endless, like time became an imaginary instance as you read through the digital text from people’s thoughts. You couldn’t help but recognize the fact that… maybe you are addicted.

Spit in the sink, the flicking of a light switch, you didn’t need to think twice about immediately throwing the phone back onto the plastic of the wireless charger as it lit up to indicate the damn thing still worked. You threw the covers over your shoulder, now facing away from Asahi’s side of the bed as the sound of the bathroom door finally closing made you tense.

You could only hope, pray more accurately, that he hadn’t witnessed your obvious disregard of instructions. The thought of his large hands running along your sides in order to get a rise out of you made you want to squirm.

“Ah, they listened… good…” His deep voice came from the end of the bed, footsteps following in his words to find their way behind you. You felt the covers lift on his side of the bed, the shifting of the mattress, and the very real presence of his body right behind yours.

His warm breath blew across the back of your neck, goosebumps rising in its place. You held back the urge to shiver.

“Hm… you’re so cute when you’re asleep, you know that?~” He whispered gently, your inner self growing beyond flustered in response. What was he doing?

“So peaceful… when you’re awake, it always seems like you’re worried about something. Whether it be big or small. Someday’s it’s about our world, others… about what outfit you’d look good in to go grocery shopping,” You almost wanted to feel offended, but couldn’t speak up… so he continued.

“Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with that. Sure, it can make our days longer but… it’s something I love about you. There’s so much that I love about you, pumpkin… and with Halloween right around the corner, aha… I just can’t wait to share those memories with you…”

You wanted to turn and question his antics in telling you this when you were “asleep”… Oh.

His hands followed your thoughts, gently grasping around your waist and pulling you in his direction. You limply fell on your back, praying to those above that he wouldn’t discover your pitiful acting. Instead, he brought you close, holding you in the side of his body as his opposite hand reaching up to gently pet against your hair.

“Remember last year? I had to make us costumes cause’ we thought the options in the stores were pretty shitty… I won’t ever forget you demanding that I be a werewolf. As cute as it was to have you as my vampire other… I will never live down those ears and teeth…”

The mental image of putting his teeth on fled to the forefront of your brain, you now having to suppress the urge to smile at what you could remember. He looked so hot that year… ripped flannel and jeans, some os his chest showing through the holes in his white crew neck… yeah, he really was never living that down.

“…Your stubbornness is honestly the best thing that could ever happen to me…” But this caught you off guard, “I never thought in a million years that I could end up with someone exactly like you…”

Holding your breath, you didn’t realize how anxious you were to hear what he had to say…

“Your everything is my inspiration, pumpkin…” his fingers tangled into your hair, his opposite thumb gently rubbing at the exposed skin of your waist from beneath your shirt, “Hah… you don’t even want to get me started on how beautiful I thought you were today… no one else could look as perfect as you do in any outfit you wear.”

His arm around your waist tightened, as if you would want to slip away with how sweet his words are. As cheesy as you may have found it, they were just so… genuine.

“College seems so long ago… as though I’ve known you my entire lifetime… I’m so thankful I got over my fears of talking to you. You weren’t even intimidated by my height!… Nothing about me intimidated you… thank god… a life without you? I just… can’t fathom that anymore…”

You felt his weight shift as his neck craned over the side of your face, pressing his lips against the side of your face. He kept them there for a moment longer than you expected, only moving to press his cheek against the bare of your neck. He inhaled softly, pressing most of his weight comfortably against you.

“My precious pumpkin… you are so incredibly important to me… Your beauty has gone unmatched and I am so hopelessly in love with you… I just wished you knew how important your everything is to me. I want to protect you, I want to be there for you, I want to see you succeed, I want… I want to be with you til the end of our days, Pumpkin…”

You could feel him smiling against your skin, your heart pounding within your chest.

“Either way… thank you for everything… you’re everything I could ever want. I love you..”

You paused for a moment, the words settling in as you smiled happily, leaning further into him as you smiled.

“…I love you too.”

“Uh-… P-Pumpkin!?”

You let out a happy giggle, turning your body fully towards him and wrapping your arms snuggly around his waist now. Holding him close as he seemed to squirm nervously within your arms.

“W-Wait, you’re awake-… Y-You weren’t supposed to hear that!! I-I- uh…”

You immediately leaned your face up towards his, gently pressing your lips against his mouth and catching him even more off guard. Though, you held yourself against him, your arms reaching up to wrap around his neck and continue kissing him.

It took him a moment, muffled babbling coming from his mouth that vibrated against your lips, before he eventually melted into the tender moment. Tenderly reaching up to place his hands against your cheeks and gently hold your jaw. It was too perfect of a moment to be real, you must’ve been dreaming.

He parted, pressing his forehead against yours and smiling gently, “…God, I would do anything to be with you forever…”

“Well… you won’t have to do much, silly~” You reassured him, gently moving your face to press your lips against the tip of his nose before snuggling back against him, burying your head now in his chest.

“Really…?” His hand found your chin, slowly bringing your face to look up at him, “Y-You mean that?”

You enthusiastically nodded up to him, your hands following his and laying on his cheeks, gently stroking at his sideburns and enjoying how silky his hair felt.

“Of course I do, dum dum… you’re stuck with me forever…” You giggled, leaning up to peck your lips along his jawline and stubble.

Before you knew it, he suddenly tackled you into a bear hug, wrapping his arms and legs snuggly around your smaller form. He was basically pining you to the bed, but his face wouldn’t stop nuzzling against your neck.

“A-Asahi!-“

“Pumpkin…”

You paused, looking down to his chocolate brown eyes peeked up over your your face, his lips still against your neck as you could feeling him grinning.

“… Thank you…”

He paused, pressing the most tenderest of kisses against your skin as he sighed.

“I will never stop loving you… ever,” He whispered against you, now preparing to settle in for the night. That warm feeling rising in your chest every time you were this close to him. Just… safe.

“…Me neither.”

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#asahi #asahi azumane #manbun #chop chop man bun #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #daily prompt #anime #weeb #oneshot

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joyisntyoj · 3 years

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04: LETTERS TO NOBODY OR MAYBE MAYARI

Seal stamps, stamps with whatever designs, papers and pens, stickers, pictures, dried flowers, heartwarming messages, and a lot more.

When was the last time you wrote something on a literal piece of paper for someone?

Have you ever personally given someone a handwritten letter or sent it from the post office?

Is writing a letter still a thing today, or you just use whatever app you have because what is the point if other ways are more convenient, right?

Maybe, you are more the vocal type of person and, you just say what you feel instead of writing it down?

Perhaps, you are none of the above because what is important is your presence in their lives and, that is more than enough?

Still, how lovely it is to keep something that has sentimental value. It unnecessarily means that you are hoarding something because what's to not treasure from precious memories in a small piece of paper in an envelope?

This story is for those who never get tired of expressing themselves in whatever form they know, but most especially to those who write.

May you never run out of papers, inks, and thoughts to compose. to more unforgotten memories preserved in letters.

^^^

To: Mayari.

How are you? I wish things were getting better, just like what I always pray. These days, sleeping at night suddenly became serene as well as waking up in the morning. Sometimes my days are dull and typical...I believe? But most of the time, it's either I'm feeling blue or extra sad, or was that the same? I kept on blaming the pandemic, but for real, I'm just a mess. Silent battles are truly tough. I wish I had the courage and strength just like yours. Be safe. Stay sane. I'm really trying my best to be legit all right.

With so much love and kindness always and all ways,

Liway.

Liway is the name, exhausted with life. Mayari, someone out there, maybe a supreme being or plausibly not always receives Liway's letters. Sometimes Liway writes 10 messages at once and sometimes none at all. Mayari is the only recipient of such letters that even Liway never knew they were received by the random recipient it thought was just nobody. It all genuinely started on having a recipient written on the "To:" part at the post office. Though seriously, it doesn't even have any home address. It's super weird that it's for Mayari and no address, and were received.

HOW?

^^^

To: Mayari.

The night has come. This time, it feels heavier than usual. Tears are suddenly falling. I noticed that an unwelcome visitor came. The familiar pain is hugging me again, so tight that breathing is getting harder. I hate everything. Yet, I came to realize a lot of things. Afterward, I'm feeling blessed and grateful. Am I getting crazy? Before I went to bed, at the dinner table, I felt uncomfortable with the conversation we had, my family, about myself back then. I really hate it when they keep on bringing up what happened in the past. I already moved on... I think... so can they stop mentioning those moments? Honestly, whenever anything from the past is introduced again and remembered, I tend to feel like it just happened yesterday. Everything is coming back so fresh and new; fun, pain, sweats, and tears. I hate it.

PS. Mayari, can you send me some courage? Preferably in capsules, So I can have it in my intakes and be sure I'll be really having it in my system literally.

With so much love and kindness always and all ways,

Liway.

Continues writing so many letters filled with how living is like. Liway felt tired and exhausted. A few days ago, it was super overwhelmed that crying is unavoidable. Then this morning, Ms. Walmy called for a little chat and checking up because it's never too bad to check up on somebody, most especially when you're a counselor. It's your job, so uh? Anyway, though Liway was out of focus on the call, it was able to be accomodating and warm in return. It reciprocated the thoughtfulness with a sweet smile.

^^^

To: Mayari

Hey! Today I was mad because firsthand, I experienced that thing I usually hear from other people. The "don't-post-something-revealing-on-social-media-but-love-yourself-but-that's-not-appropriate". Well, I don't even know why I'm reacting super outrage towards it. Because knowing that my family is just concerned for me since the internet is frankly scary. I mean, I did nothing wrong, so why? Maybe deciding to be confident on the internet is not necessary for them. But for me, it is! So how should I deal with this? A friend consoled me, and I feel better. Still tho, my mood is already ruined. Oh gosh.

With so much love and kindness always and all ways,

Liway.

Welcoming a new week, the usual Liway is busy with the household chores. Some may find it stressful, but this one is pretty different. Scrubbing the floor, washing the dishes, brooming on the side. Later on, folding the clothes, fixing the bed, and a lot more things. It looks like it'll be tiring its body out until the nose bleeds, and passing out is the last resort to rest. How come it's easier to clean an actual mess than the one inside the head and heart?

^^^

To: Mayari.

Beloa visited me today. My childhood and the only friend left I have up to this day from elementary school. If you get what I mean? It's been a long time since we had a chat, especially that things are super complicated these days. She's doing really well, and I couldn't be more proud. I'm still amazed at how we manage to be friends because we both don't like each other to begin with. It's so funny that we even pulled each other's hair in the 4th grade while the class is taking the annual picture for the school year remembrance. What are the odds in this even, right? HAHAHA. Today was warm and bright.

With so much love and kindness always and all ways,

Liway.

Dates suddenly don't vary in these letters. Even the concept of time is somehow gone. What's important is regardless of not having these "important details" like the usual, Liway can keep up and be consistent in sending its letters. Liway never missed a chance to send a letter to the address less recipient, which left the post office staff to ponder with it. But as time goes by, Alle, the clerk, is no more surprised 'coz she's used to everything now. The envelopes unfailingly vanished the moment it was dropped inside the mailing box. Indeed, a magical mailbox.

^^^

To: Mayari.

I never knew how amazing pretending could be. You know that thing where someone usually says I'm okay, but really not? The inner saboteur that was triggered by their trauma is real-real-real. A car is useless when it's not moving if you wanted to travel to faraway places. Does that make sense?

PS. It sucks that our bathroom is the only "semi-safe space".

With so much love and kindness always and all ways,

Liway.

Polar bears are really fascinating. They get to hibernate. Then, after the time being, back on hunting and living their lives. Ligaya was one of Liway's hero. A lot knew Ligaya for being a superhero, although she does not have that fantasy powers. Just like the polar bears, too, Ligaya has been hibernating for quite some time but kept on saying that she was not. Liway saw it all. Maybe a bear's hibernation is different from a human-being, hmm?

^^^

To: Mayari.

IDK what to say, but I just wanted to be consistent at the very least in sending you letters.

PS. The radio was broken, but in my head, it's working. It kept on playing nonstop music. Is this a poetic way of saying I'm overthinking things?

With so much love and kindness always and all ways,

Liway.

^^^

To: Mayari.

A lot happened lately. Somebody lost a precious one, and here I am, having a renaissance moment. It's a crazy ride, but for all it's worth, the pea has grown into a beautiful plant. Hope it made sense coz finally, everything is making sense to me now. Little by little, slowly and surely.

With so much love and kindness always and all ways,

Liway.

^^^

To: Mayari

Hey!! I hope you are doing great!!! These days, everything felt surreal. I get to be active everywhere. It's draining, yet I feel so alive than ever. I had this thought that time is indeed just a concept, hmm? I mean, anytime is the right time to do what you want and whatever it is. Nothing is too late, most especially when it comes to growth. OH, being late in class still counts but FOR REAL RIP TO THE ONLINE CLASS SETUP -_-

PS. May we never run out of time to be the best versions of ourselves. LOVE WHOEVER YOU WANT. fck the situation, but SOON, GO ANYWHERE YOU WANT. SPEND FOR YOURSELF AND FOR YOUR LOVED ONES. FEEL EVERYTHING.

PSS. May we leave this world with fewer regrets and more amazing memories.

With so much love and kindness always and all ways,

Liway.

Quite a lot of letters were already sent. The post office is getting more and more letters, as well as Mayari. Still, NO REPLY. Maybe some other, Liway will be able to hear Mayari's words.

^^^

To: Mayari.

*here's an envelope just in case you want to write me something*

With so much love annd kindness always and all ways,

Liway.

'Tis the season to be jolly. LOL Nah. Liway has been out for the past weeks. By out, means on a hibernation mode. A L O T R E A L L Y happened. It's hard to put it into words. I guess Liway will end these letter-sending shenanigans or just lazy and trying to give out some excuses //

^^^

To: Mayari.

Ever since I was taught how to move around the kitchen, I've been assigned to be Mom's assistant while cooking for the feast every event/occasion we'll be celebrating. It's tiring but super fun. Getting your fingers bleed and while unaware is cool LOL~

PS. Why does it feel so good to overthink things while doing the dishes? What's with that scenario.........

With so much love and kindness always and all ways,

Liway.

Tireless hands, heart, and mind with countless thoughts and feelings, papers, and pens everywhere—WRITING; it surely is one of the best ways to vent. Though letters can’t hug and wipe one's tears, witness waves of laughter, ease the pain, and such, the comfort from every word written is more than enough.

Suddenly time barge in and reminded me that this is enough. THIS IS ENOUGH FOR 2020...

A new chapter has arrived, and maybe it's time to move forward. Maybe this is where it all gonna stop for a while. I mean, writing is somehow tiring, literally. Probably, Mayari might reply with the number of letters sent anytime soon, so maybe waiting is all that needed.

No rush in moving on.

MAY YOU GET THE REPLY YOU LONG FOR SO LONG.

PRIORITIZE YOURSELF AND HAVE COURAGE.

BE KIND ALWAYS AND ALL WAYS.

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Little did nobody know, Liway is writing a letter to her "ideal" self.

The letter-sending-to-nobody thingy of Liway is really mind-boggling, right?

Mayari is Liway. Liway is Mayari.

The things that Liway wanted to say but cannot articulate well were always sent to Mayari. Mayari is the version of Liway it wishes to become in the future.

The weak Liway longs and hopes to have "that" someone by her side to look up to. That's why she always writes letters and keeps them in the memory box.

The post office thingy was actually her shared room at home: the table at the corner with no lights but so much mess. It's that post office.

It's pandemic, so how can a post office be open and how brave she is to go out, right?

That saying, "be the hero you wanted to have when you were little", is the best explanation of Liway's way of venting and expressing.

Nobody knows when Mayari will come to life because it's no certainty that we can be the ideal self we all wanted to happen.

For now, Liway is fighting her battles and screaming louder to the universe,

UNTIL WHEN DO I HAVE TO FEEL THIS WAY?

To be continued...

Happy New Year, Mayari. ✨💜

This is like an excerpt from my quarantine shenanigans for 2020 LOL.

#newyear #writing #vent #shortstory #letter

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writing-for-healing · 3 years

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It is long passed the time to say “no more”

There’s little argument to be had that 2020 has been a nasty year for most. As the pinprick of light at the end of the tunnel grows slowly larger, there is still adversity to face and conquer. Here in Newfoundland we have been both remarkably lucky and unusually compliant in our pandemic fight, and it has led to a very low (proportionally and in raw numbers) caseload. Some of that is no doubt due to the excellent leadership and swift decision-making of our two Premiers over the period, and mostly Doctors Haggie and Fitzgerald. The former, our Minister of Health, has even become a social media sensation for his quoteable sound bites that brought some levity to the early days of the pandemic. How there isn’t yet a YouTube compilation of those is a mystery to me.

With that said, Dr. Haggie has not been able to avoid controversy. Aside from going ahead with a fundraiser on the same day as he told people to cancel their work Christmas parties, he also made a couple of unfortunate comments about people coming to Newfoundland. I emailed his office at the time to explain why they were troubling (saying “if you come from away, you better stay away” when you are in a province that literally could not function if people took that literally is likely unwise), and to this day I have not received so much as an acknowledgement from him, his staff, my MHA Jim Lester or his staff.

Today, during the regular press briefing, Dr. Haggie was asked why people who are not from Newfoundland are still being allowed to come to the province. This was asked in light of the fact that we have seen a tiny uptick in cases (relatively speaking) over the last month, all of which are due to travel and many of which are due to non-residents coming to Newfoundland. Before we get into his answer, some context.

In the past couple of months, as cases have been identified in the province, we have seen the media reporting not just that the cases were related to travel, but also whether or not the person is a resident of the province. In some cases, we have seen from whence they arrived. Newfoundland can sometimes be an insular place at the best of times, but our relative success in managing the pandemic has joined with the “don’t bring the virus here” rhetoric to produce some truly nasty attitudes. It is not unusual, and I would venture so far as to say it is now commonplace, to see comments along the lines of “why are we letting outsiders in?” and “send them and their virus back where they came from.” Heaven forbid the traveler’s place of origin be Asia, because then the knives become barbed hooks.

As an immigrant who is now a citizen, this sort of rhetoric is scary enough. As a person with brown skin, it is worse. To see anonymous people extolling such hatred is genuinely terrifying. There is a word, a very ugly word, for the fear or distrust of people from other places:

Xenophobia.

That’s what I was worried about in the blog entry above, and that’s what we are seeing now. People with accents, non-Newfoundland license plates, non-white skin...all are being looked at with distrust and open scorn from this (for now) small segment of society. But it’s growing, and I fear the more cases we see identified as being from non-residents the worse it will get.

Bringing it back to today’s question at the briefing, it would have been the absolute perfect time for Dr. Haggie to strongly and unequivocally denounce this growing sentiment. He and Dr. Fitzgerald could, and perhaps should, have taken the time to explain that these people are just that - people. If they are here, they are here for a reason and their presence has been approved. That they were unlucky enough to be sick is not because they aren’t Newfoundlanders. I’m sure some medical facts could also have been thrown in here. Explanations as to why we as a province need people to come here. Pleading with people not to scare away visitors, because when this pandemic is finally under control we are going to need them in the worst way.

Dr. Haggie did none of that. Instead he opted to list reasons we need to let people in to the province, and then moved on to another question. He, and Premier Furey, need to speak up now. It needs to be a clear and loud denunciation of this xenophobic behaviour. We cannot allow this concept of “dirty foreigners” to fester, because that infection will spread faster than COVID.

Dr. Haggie, Premier Furey, you’ve done well so far leading this province through the quagmire of a pandemic. This is a crucial part of your leadership, and you must act before flashpoint is reached. It’s time to lead.

#nl politics #pandemic #xenophobia #Newfoundland

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I love the term militant idealism from your last post. I wonder how you think about the ongoing removal of names on buildings and statues as Americans become woke about eugenics, systemic racism and sexism, and other fuck ups across white American history?

A couple years ago in August 2017, at the height of the furor over removing Confederate statues/imagery from public places, and after the Charlottesville white supremacist riots, I wrote this post in response to a similar question. It outlined extensively what the rationale for the “we should preserve history and keep those statues up!!!” defense is (i.e. racism and systematic amnesia). My position hasn’t changed much, and I think it demonstrates the depths of white fragility in this country and the utter inability of white Americans to think about what their history really consists of and what the construction of this geopolity has entailed, apart from all the fuzzy feel-good stuff and giant flags and slogans about Freedum!! and so forth. We… we realize that we live in a hyper-capitalist fasciso-patriotic militarized nightmare land, right? The giant flags and flyovers and the fact that the entire month of November in the National Football League is now “Salute to Service,” after they couldn’t stand one black man taking a knee for the national anthem? Where coaches wear camo on the sidelines and everyone acts like they actually give a crap about veterans aside from their use as convenient propaganda? We… we know this isn’t normal, right?

See, I do think there is a useful application and a genuine need for militant idealism. It just isn’t in throwing slogans or personal attacks at each other on the Twitter echo chamber, or any argument at all on social media about politics, culture, entertainment, fictional ships, etc. Most people picking fights on social media really aren’t doing a whole fuck of a lot of anything useful in the real world. The internet has brought a lot of use into our lives, and indeed we cannot function without it, which is a little terrifying (turn off the internet for 24 hours across the entire world and welp, nice knowing you civilization). But it’s also morphed into a giant, ravenous beast that you really, really have to approach with caution in a whole different way from the “oh no you might meet a pedophile” panics of the 90s. (And I mean, there are still trash men everywhere, so it’s just with extra Terrible now. Winning?) You are not going to change this overwhelming, violent, omnipresent system by holding hands, playing nice, and singing Kumbaya. Sometimes, a little violence and militancy is needed in return. You need to stand up and play hard and not back down. And since the general liberal ethos is that “violence is always bad!!!/if you use violence you’re Just As Bad As Them!!!”, that is cut off and stigmatized in the name of social order.

The thing is, this is the first time in American history that there has been even any kind of visible and sustained public debate on whether these things that we’ve just all gone with for so long are actually acceptable. That’s why we have “OK Boomer” and similar movements, because young people are taking a long hard look at what they’ve been left with and are understandably being like are you fucking kidding me. But as I have also been discussing, a certain subset of young people are also extremely insistent on having the Right Opinion and Only The Right Opinion, and that demonstrating any uncertainty or looking like they’re not sufficiently Woke is Unacceptable. This is why I can never get students to talk in class. They have been raised in a culture where they will be mercilessly punished for being Wrong, and it’s hard to conceptualize a space, i.e. a university classroom, where you’re allowed to start at zero and work your way up with dialogue and engagement. That just isn’t how it works anymore, and frankly, we have to blame social media for a lot of it. Especially when combined with CEOs (why yes, I am looking at you, Twitter not banning Nazis and just all of Mark Zuckerberg) who are more willing to cater to the alt-right in the name of “freedom” than to enforce any kind of standards for public discourse or try to tell 21st-century Americans that they can’t have something they want. Our society is built on the maxim that All Consumption Is Good Consumption, Consume More Now. And… that’s a problem.

I feel like I may be getting away from the point of what exactly you asked, but these things are all interconnected. If someone is going to actually translate internet outrage to real-world action, and actually put some skin in the game and fight against the terrifying normalization of these narratives: please. We need more people to do that. But real life is scary in a way that the internet isn’t. You might face immediate consequences for something. You might have someone tell you that you’re wrong and you can’t just block or mute them. How do you change someone’s mind without the two of you just yelling pithy, polarized slogans at each other? It’s fuckin’ hard work. So it’s easier to just retweet someone that you agree with, to other people who agree with you. And so the cycle goes.

Obviously, I 100% support any and all efforts to bring to the collective American conscience just how fucked up American history actually is. But I sometimes worry that the shortcomings in the methods used to do so make it easier for the tired old class of establishment bigots to dismiss as “snowflakes.” After all, I’ve just been ripping into the self-righteous infighting and tendency to rigid ideological purity and insularism in the left, and… what do we do about that? I don’t know. We can’t just immediately remove people from the entire contextualising framework in which they’ve grown up and made meaning and understood themselves. We can try to educate them, but presenting people who have already made up their minds with conflicting information really does not do much. It usually makes them double down on the positions they already hold, because they can feel unfairly victimized by the people who Just Don’t Get It. It can oftentimes feel hopeless, but we have to do it anyway.

So yes. We should take down statues of Confederate generals. This goes without saying. The “we shouldn’t pretend it never happened” defense is functional only to a point. As I said in the other post, Confederate statues can go into storage. They don’t have to be destroyed, if it’s really so vital that we keep them. But their enforced presence in public life is an act of white supremacist violence, and their defenders know it. Besides, how about, uh, we try goddamn being able to talk about what the Confederacy really stood for first, instead of clinging to it as a token that is specifically intended to deflect public debate or constructive discourse on the issue?

This also reminds me of the recent backlash happening on historic plantations in the South. These are often beautiful manor houses with grounds, and they are tourist attractions. They are also, brace yourself for grossness, popular locations for weddings. (I don’t know why, but White People.) The tour guides at these places have finally been empowered to talk somewhat more honestly about how all this beauty was built by slave labor, and white tourists hate it. They tie themselves into knots about how slavery wasn’t that bad or how the Civil War was about “states’ rights” or why are you bringing this up now, that was Just What Our Bad Ancestors Did. This… this is the level we are still at. It’s bad. The white tourists seem to feel that they can go to, again, a plantation in the South and just enjoy the beauty and not to be “forced” to hear about slavery. It spoils the illusion. They want to keep living this way, so they throw fits, and why shouldn’t they? The entire establishment of this country thus far has supported them. It threatens their whole identity. It must be destroyed. And I just… sigh.

Anyway. This has gotten away from me, and I’m still not sure if I answered your question. Sorry. But there you have it.

#politics for ts #i have Things to Say today i guess #anonymous #ask

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mesmeret · 4 years

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Femlux: The Rise and Fall of E-Girl Hux

Inspired by a tweet from starsshine77 Fem!Kylo and Fem!Hux with catfishing, internet trolling, Diva Hux, and crybaby Kylo.

Still thinking of e-girl troll Hux. She has a vid of her wearing novelty vampire teeth and chewing on strawberries. She looks all innocent despite posing in her dark corner set up wearing a blood soaked dress. The caption says "i wuv vegans uwu save the earth!"

She composes these videos wanting to shock and confuse as many people as possible. She loves the high.

Kylo knew her in the K-8 private school they went to. Kylo had been in awe of the snooty older girl. When Kylo got her first laptop, she started following Hux's descent into trolling and performative arts. Hux would talk on her blog about how much she loved going to school wearing a normie flesh suit and then shedding it after school.

When Hux went to college for her MBA, she wasn't very active online. Kylo was dismayed but kept checking her blog. When Kylo is 19, Hux posts that she's starting a makeup and fashion channel. Kylo is startled to see that all of Hux's old internet presence is gone. Kylo was glad she saved all of the photos to a hard drive to prove that those years existed.

Kylo is Hux's first subscriber. She's so embarrassed thinking Hux is going to show up and confront her about it. But nothing happens.

Kylo works at a cafe while going to community college while Hux is making herself look like a living doll. The 24 yo doesn't say much about her life. Just off hand comments like:

"This mascara really stays on when you cry in the toilets at work."

"Sometimes you have to wear a mask around men."

"I hate the New York stench. So I use this perfume."

Kylo's pillows get two spurts of the perfume each week.

It's around this time Kylo realizes she's in love. She feels silly that she hadn't noticed it earlier, but she's always been slow.

Hux posts a video about once every two weeks. Kylo watches and studies each one voraciously. Hux slowly goes back to her cynical, dark self. Kylo missed it dearly while others find it disturbing.

Hux offers livestreams and Kylo rearranges her work schedule to attend with an alternate account. In Kylo's rush, she chose a very fit male torso as her profile pic.

The livestream is a shit show. Chat is accusing Hux of things while Hux slings insults at them. The service ends the stream and bans Hux.

Hux's next yt video does not mention the stream at all. She's chipper and cheeky as she does a clothes haul. Kylo is in awe. If she was in Hux's position, she'd have to be institutionalized for severe depression. Instead Hux is beaming at the camera saying the day's date and how much she loves this day. Kylo wonders why and goes down a rabbit hole to discover Mr. Hux passed away last year due to a heart attack.

Kylo uses her alt account and DMs Hux that she loves her smile. Kylo stares at the screen in shock that she sent the message. But she did.

Two hours later, Hux writes back with 'I give you something to smile about, fuckwad.'

Kylo types lightning fast before fully comprehending Hux's words, 'Oh yes please do.'

A couple minutes later, 'For real?'

Kylo bites her lip, 'Please.'

They fall into a weird pattern of Kylo complementing Hux and Hux replying in insults.

As Kylo turns 21, Hux becomes an overnight sensation on a viral platform. Kylo is wrapping up her accounting bachelors degree and nearly fails her midterms due to watching Hux's daily vids.

Their routine takes another turn when Hux starts sending Kylo photos of outfits. Hux would rarely wear the ones Kylo picked.

After a stressful day, Kylo is thrilled to see Hux wearing the checkered bra peaking out of a tight black body suit. 'Thank you. You made my day.'

Hux responds with a puke emoji and a very suggestive pic of the body suit unzipped. Her pale belly glowed. Kylo wrote back, 'My whole year is made. Beautiful. Thank you.'

Hux doesn't reply until next week.

Hux becomes a global phenomenon. Kylo is worried. She catches herself wanting to type 'are you okay?' But doesn't feel like it's her place.

Then the joke that got out of hand happens the next year.

Kylo's alternate account became a true catfish in order to be a top tier patron of Hux.

Kylo declines the video chat perks but wants the bathwater.

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Hux's life sucks. She's never been happy. Never even had the chance to recognize it, really. She liked things but would get bored or hurt sooner than later.

It was weird that some girl from her hometown became her number one fan. Hux had no idea until a year into talking with Kylo in her DMs. She was stupidly catching feelings for this supposed guy who was nothing but supportive and kind to her. She wanted to know who he was, but he was very shy and declined to answer.

She had been partying after big sale with the sales team when she bumped into a guy that recognized her from the internet. He simpered at how amazingly scary she was. Intrigued, she got to know that he worked at a background company. She offered to use him if he gave her the info on this Kylo Ren guy.

It was nice to vent her frustrations of being catfished on the guy. Mitch was his name? She never saw him again since the morning after.

But she couldn't confront the weird goth girl from her hometown. Hux liked the compliments too much. They kept her going.

And as her corporate job found out her internet life along with the rest of the world, she needed Kylo desperately.

The suggestive photo was a shot in the dark. She had no idea if Kylo saw her as a gal pal or a /gal pal/. Hux returned to their hometown to see Kylo from a far after the Beautiful comment. Hux was stunned to see how tall Kylo is.

Kylo's social media only had two photos of herself. One of her at High school graduation and another of her tagged in her mom's second marriage. The former photo was her at a distance walking up to receive her diploma and the other was her sitting uncomfortably.

Hux couldn't enter the cafe. Kylo's snaggle tooth smile as two kids ordered something made Hux feel like the Grinch. She turned around and stomped back to her rental car feeling like an idiot.

It lessened when she got her first brand deal the next day. Money is one hell of an aphrodisiac.

Then the bathwater...

...and Kylo pouring it down her ample cleavage. The water shimmered down the sloping belly with the filter Kylo was using. It joined the rest of the frothy bathwater. Hux was bummed Kylo's mound was hidden below the surface.

'Now that's some bathwater I could drink for days.'

She smirked at Kylo's reply: 'I am so sorry for lying to you all this time. I didn't know it would ever get this far. Please don't hate me!'

'Sweetie, I just told you I'd drink your bathwater. I like you. You're sexy af.'

'Oh. Uh, thanks. You, too.'

'I knew who you were for a while.'

'Oh! Wow. Would you prefer if I was a guy?'

'No. Never.'

Hux frowned as twenty minutes went by, 'You good?'

'Yeah, I was crying. You're so special to me.'

Hux felt flushed instead of her usual reaction of 'Oh, get over it.' Kylo was genuine.

As Hux's businesses crumbled due to a volley of harassment and misconceptions, she knew she had a golden parachute. She cut her hair to a severe pixie cut after finalizing her business arrangements. She packed up her condo the next day and put it on the market the following day.

She rented a car on the fourth day and drove back to her hometown with her favorite clothes. Kylo was unaware of what she was up to and was sending sweet words of encouragement three times a day.

Hux pulls into Kylo's apartment complex feeling dead tired. But she wants this moment to be truly special. So she changes into an outfit that Kylo loved. Her strawberry school girl outfit, her orange tabby cat ears, and her pink faux fur coat. Her feet hurt too much for heels and she wants to enjoy Kylo's extra height. She grabs two of her suitcases and heads up to Kylo's apartment. Taking a deep breath, she knocks.

Kylo answers the door in a sports bra and pj pants. She stares at Hux dumbfounded before squeaking a hello. Hux sighs, "If you don't hug me in the next-"

Kylo pulls her into a hug and Hux hums appreciating their height difference. Kylo's chest feels just right against her own and Kylo's hands are so big!

"Wait a minute... why do you smell like my old perfume?"

Kylo blushes, "I, um... been following you for a while?"

Hux nods slowly before getting her voice back, "Well, now you won't need to follow me. I'm moving in."

Kylo pulls away trying to form words for a moment, "Really?!"

"Deadly," Hux gestures at her suitcases. "I've got four more in the car."

Kylo turns away but can't hide the sobs. Hux feels a wave of discomfort and has no idea what to do.

"I, uh, will get my things?"

Kylo looks over her shoulder, "Y-yeah, I'll go clean things up for you in the guest room."

Hux's stomach drops but Kylo hadn't rejected her completely.

When she has all six suitcases and two boxes of shoes in the living room, Kylo is crying silently while making pasta. "You can put your stuff in the room to the left. I'm making cheesy pasta for dinner. That works for you?"

Hux almost objected but remembered she doesn't have to maintain her skin anymore, "Sounds good."

She moves her clothes and sees the guest bed is a twin with Wonder Woman sheets. The primary colors are bold. Not at all Hux's aesthetic. But she wasn't going to complain. Instead she threw her pink coat over the coverlet. She went back to the kitchen area where Kylo was still crying.

"Allergies?" Hux asked.

"No. You're here and it's so amazing. Wow," Kylo sighs taking Hux in. Her nose and cheeks were exactly what Hux and all the other e-girls were trying to achieve. "You're here."

"For good. Had to liquidate everything. No more internet for me," Hux threw her hands up.

Kylo blinked, "Are you in danger? I, um, saw what those guys tried to do..."

Hux shook her head, "Nah, I'm gonna go by my real mother's surname and get used to people calling me Armie."

Kylo nods and pours pasta into the boiling water. Hux moves closer, "Like my hair?"

Kylo startles but nods, "Can I touch?"

Hux nods back and removes the cat ears. Kylo smiles shyly as she runs her hand through Hux's short hair. Hux mumbles, "Sorry you weren't able to feel it when it was long."

Kylo blushed, "It makes your cheek bones amazing."

Hux wants to blurt out 'Kiss them! Kiss me!' But Kylo is already awkwardly kissing her. Hux has to tilt her head up slightly and takes advantage of her balance slip to hold onto Kylo's broad hips. Kylo kisses her slowly, gently but commanding. Hux has to follow. There's no wiggle room like with everyone else. She started shifting her hips feeling arousal burn deep. Kylo pulls away with a satisfied sigh before stirring the pasta. Hux bit her lip. She wasn't going to scream. Her stomach was perking up after the long day of packing and driving.

Kylo wordlessly guided them to the couch with two heaping bowls of cheesy pasta. Kylo kissed her forehead before whispering, "Water okay?"

Hux nodded and watched Kylo's backside jiggle slightly with each step.

They kissed each other good night two hours later. Kylo tried to give Hux the wi-fi pw but Hux declined. She had gotten rid of her phone, iPad, and laptop. Kylo had squeezed her hand and told her things would get better.

Hux believed her. Especially when they ended up in Kylo's bed the next night. They hadn't done anything more than cuddling and kissing before falling asleep. The next day, Hux's new accounts were open with the money she was able to move from her past. She could've easily lived the rest of her life on the money. But Kylo's CPA study books caught her eye. She had a MBA with a focus on finances. When Kylo came home that day, Hux announced they were going to be accountants together. Her money could be put towards their business rent. Kylo cried for an hour before she could speak in clear sentences. Hux petted her hair while watching TV.

"That would be pretty fucking awesome, Hux," Kylo whispers.

Hux smiles, "I know."

Kylo sits up and wipes her face before kissing Hux, "Does mean you'll have to interact with people and be on the internet."

Hux shrugs, "Numbers are concise aside from human error."

Kylo's smile grows, "Fucking nerd."

Hux giggles, "Yes, fuck this nerd."

#kylux #femlux #kissing #e-girl aesthetic #soft #and then they were accountants

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hrhduchessoflancaster · 5 years

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Chapter Eighty-Nine: The Fox Protocol - Part Two

A/N: Thank you so much for your comments! xx Bea

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That was it. The day Harry and Elle’s lives were about to change. Effective immediately. Inside Buckingham Palace, The Privy Council, the Prime Minister, Crown Ministers and Secretaries of State had gathered to sign the document that would change everything.

“ You Royal Highness, good morning. If you could follow me, please. This way.”, said one of the members of Her Majesty’s personal staff. Harry and Elle were lead to an enormous office, a place she had never seen or been before. Everyone was already there, except for the Queen. Elle carefully watched as her husband looked around the room and made eye contact with his father and brother. That was the first time he was seeing them after the Christening. Charles and William had guilty stricken faces. William took a few steps forward but Harry walked past him and his father before he could say anything, muttering a brief, polite yet cold hello. Sighing, Elle shook her head.

“ Give him time and space. He needs to heal.”, she whispered to them as she followed Harry into the other side of the room, where he took a seat beside the Prime Minister, after briefly acknowledging his presence.

“ Mr. Simmons.”, said Elle greeting the Prime Minister with a handshake.

“ Your Royal Highness.”, he replied, quickly bowing his head as he shook her hand. “ Ever since April I have not yet had the pleasure of congratulating you and His Royal Highness in person for the birth of your child. Well… congratulations, and may he grow up in joy and love.”, he continued.

“ Thank you, Mr. Simmons. I… we appreciate your kind words.”, she said with a small smile.

“ Who know, maybe one day he’ll be king.”, the ministers said chuckling. Elle forced a smile a carelessly nodded her head. Taking a seat beside Harry, she took his hand in hers and gently rub small circles in the back of it. “It’s gonna be okay, darling… I’m here. We’ll get through this.”, she whispered to him, feeling his fingers squeeze hers, while he kept his eyes looking forward, staring at the wall.

“ Her Majesty, the Queen! His Royal Highness, the Duke of Edinburgh!”, exclaimed one the staff members as soon as the doors were opened. With the Queen and Prince Philip now present, what was about to happen became even more real and scary. The old monarch took a seat at the table placed in the far end of the room, all eyes on her. The Prime Minister then stood up and walked beside her, bowing his hand then proceeding to take a piece of paper into his hands.

“ Your Majesty, Your Royal Highnesses, Your Excellencies, Officers, Ladies and Gentlemen. It is

Her Majesty’s wish, given the proper consideration and voted by the House of Commons, the House of Lords and the agreed upon by Royal Assent, whereas by instrument of abdication based on the Declaration of Abdication Act of 1936, that on this day, the fifteenth of August of this present year, that His Royal Highness, Prince William Arthur Philip Louis, Duke of Cambridge

is irrevocably determined to renounce the Throne for Himself and His descendants, and has for that purpose, appealed to Her Majesty to execute the Instrument of Abdication set out in the Schedule to this Act, and has signified his desire that effect thereto should be given immediately.”, said the Prime Minister.

All eyes glanced to William and then to Harry, who had also looked at his brother. William sighed, but kept his head high. Kate held his hand and Charles patted him on the back, comfortingly as Mr. Simmons kept on reading the Act they were about to sign. William and the family would retain their titles and styles but would no longer be a part of the succession. As soon as he was done, William walked to the table, bowed his head to the Queen and took the Prime Minister’s place, who handed him a piece of paper. Breathing deeply, he looked around the room and locked eyes with Harry for a brief second before beginning his speech, which was being recorded by the Press Secretary and her staff.

“ I, William Arthur Philip Louis, Prince of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, Duke of Cambridge, Earl of Strathearn, Baron Carrickfergus, do hereby declare my irrevocable determination to renounce the throne for myself and for my descendants, and my desire that effect should be given to this instrument for abdication immediately. In token whereof I have hereunto set my hand this fifteenth day of August, two thousand and seventeen, in the presence of the witnesses whose signatures are subscribed.”, said William. He then proceed to pass the document to the Queen who signed it, followed by himself, Prince Charles and finally, Harry.

“ Whereas by an Instrument of Abdication dated the fifteenth day of August, His Royal Highness Prince William Arthur Philip Louis, Duke of Cambridge did declare his wish to renounce the throne for himself and his descendants, the said Instrument of Abdication has, henceforth, taken effect.”, said the Prime Minister.

“ It is at Her Majesty will and the pleasure of this government that I request Her Majesty, His Royal Highnesses, the member of Her Majesty’s Honourable Privy Council, others, and members of Parliament that, having met here at Buckingham Palace on this day, subscribe this Act by the affirmation required by law and proclaim that His Royal Highness, Prince Henry Charles Albert David, Duke of Sussex, be confirmed as third in line to the throne, certifying him and his descendants their right under the Act of Settlement 1701 and the Succession to the Crown Act 2013.”, continued the Prime Minister. With that said, one by one, the people gathered in the room began sighing the document, including Camilla, Kate and Elle.

As soon as the document was signed, Harry said his hasty goodbyes to his family, as amicable as he could. Elle followed in being but being held up by William, Kate, Charles and Camilla.

“ Elle please… how is he?”, William asked.

“ How do you think he is, Will?”, asked Elle. “ He’s a wreck. He’s lost and, frankly, exhausted. He’s never thought he’d be in this situation. It’s a lot to process. He’s getting there but it will take time… and some distance from all of you.”, she continued.

“ I understand. I just hope he can forgive me… us… for all of this.”, said William.

“ I can’t promise any of you that, but at least he’s talking to you. And I consider that a good sign.”, said Elle. They tried to keep her longer but she cut them all short.

“ I’m sorry but I need to go. My husband is waiting for me.”, said Elle with an apologetic smiled. They nodded their heads, understandingly. She rushed after Harry, who was patiently waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs.

“ I’m sorry. I was held up.”, she said, placing a kiss on his cheek. He shook his head and gave her a small smile. She sighed and turned his body towards her, making him face her. Gently, Elle pulled his head by the neck and rested their foreheads together.

“ We can do this.”, she whispered to him. “ Come on, say it back, my love. I need to hear you say it, okay? We are a team. We’ve always been. We’ve sworn it in front of the world to be one. We’ve been through so much already. What’s one more challenge? We can and will overcome this. I have faith in you… in us. Come on, love… say we can do this…”, Elle told him.

“ We can do this.”, he replied sighing, to which Elle smiled. Harry gave her another small smiled before pecking her lips and lacing their fingers together. “ I said to you we could and I stand by it. It’s just… seeing everyone and signing that document made it all so… real. It hit me like a ton a bricks.”, he continued.

“ I know, darling. I felt it too.”, said Elle, running a comforting hand on his arm. “ But it’s just the initial shock of it all. We’ll be okay.”, she continue, giving him a smile. Her husband nodded his head and placed a kiss on her temple.

“ Come on… let’s go home and see our son.”, said Harry, now giving her a genuine smile.

************

Once William’s decision became public and the broadcast with his speech made it to the press, all hell broke loose. Harry and Elle had been working with their secretaries and the press to release their short statement about the changes being made into the succession. It was publish in the Court Circular as well as their social media accounts.

As many of you are aware, my brother, the Duke of Cambridge has abdicated his claims to the throne for himself and his heirs in order to pursue a more private life. My wife and I wholeheartedly support his decision and wish him the best of luck in the coming months as he and his family adjust into their new lives. With that being said, Eleanor and I are honoured and thankful for all your support as we too, embark in a new journey with new roles.

Soon after, Harry and Elle sat down with their trio of secretaries to prepare for the interview with Alastair Bruce, which would be broadcast on tv on the following day.

“ His questions will be simple. He’ll ask a little about your lives, some about Prince Arthur and of course, about your reactions to he Duke of Cambridge’s abdication.”, said Lisa and the couple nodded their heads. The couple had practised a few answers to potential question so it would look a bit more natural for them whenever they spoke on the subject. Dressed in a simple white button down shirt and a blue pencil skirt, Elle waited beside Harry at the entrance of apartment 1 for Alastair Bruce to arrive.

“ Why does this feel like a trap?”, Harry said under his breath as the SUV began to park near the the entrance of their home.

“ Because we’re talking to a journalist about a very private matter.”, whispered Elle while smiling. “ We have to do this, thought. Come, let’s greet our guest.”, she finished as they walked towards the man who had just stepped out of the car.

“ Alastair!”, exclaimed Harry smiling, extending his hand towards the man.

“ Your Royal Highnesses. It’s a pleasure to meet you both.”, he replied grinning, bowing his head while he shook their hands.

“ The pleasure is ours. Would you like to come in?”, said Elle, being the perfect hostess. The man nodded his head and soon, they we followed into their home by the journalist and a small group of camera crew. As the equipment was being set in their living room, the couple Mr. Bruce a small tour of the ground floor.

“ Ahh this is a lovely picture.”, commented the journalist, pointing to a candid picture of their wedding party.

“ Oh it’s one of my favourites.”, said Harry smiling. When all was set up, Elle and Harry sat side by side in the sofa of their living room, the camera crew ready to film them.

“ I don’t want this to be tiresome or polemic in any way. So we’ll just get started on some easy questions about yourselves and your new lives and then talk briefly about your new roles. Is that alright?”, asked Alastair. Harry and Elle looked at each other, lacing their fingers together and nodded their heads, smiling.

“ Yes, yes it is.”, replied Elle.

“ Wonderful! Let’s begin then.”, said Alastair. Taking a deep breath, the couple watched as the crew counted down for the interview to begin

" First of all I'd like to congratulate you both on the birth of your child, Prince Arthur and just before your first wedding anniversary!”, said Alastair. The couple looked at each other and smiled.

“ Thank you.", they replied in unison.

“ How does it feel to be a parent?”, he asked them both. Harry eyed Elle and she chuckled.

“ Well… it’s a handful, a one would expect it to be. A lot of sleepless nights and wake up calls. But also so rewarding. Arthur is such a good baby. Barely ever fusses, very easy to go to sleep…also very curious about his surroundings.”, said Elle.

“ Oh he definitely got that from his mother!”, said Harry smiling. “ He’s got that look when he’s thinking about something and my wife does the same thing.”, he continued making Alastair and Elle chuckle.

“ Inquisitive child, then?”, asked the journalist.

“ Oh absolutely!”, replied Elle.

“ And how has it been, Eleanor, to step into such big roles, that of a member of the Royal Family and a mother?”, he asked her.

“ It’s been somewhat natural, I feel. I have a great support team… and that, of course, includes my wonderful husband.”, replied Elle, taking Harry’s hand into hers.

“ And I understand you still work with your historical research?”, Alastair asked.

“ I do indeed. I’ve been neglecting it, I confess, for the last couple of months as we had a newborn to take care of... but I’ll soon resume my work, both as a historian a patroness.

“ That’s wonderful to hear.”, said Alastair. “ Now, for a more serious question. We’ve recently learned about the Duke of Cambridge’s abdication and removal from the line of succession. How that come to be? Can you tell us anything on the matter?, he asked them. Elle squeezed Harry’s hand gently and gave him a small, encouraging smile.

“ It was unexpected to all of us… specially to my wife and I. We have never imagined we’d be in this position. But it’s been a long process in which William has pondered over the matter, talked to the family, discussed it closely with Her Majesty and, in the end, we understood his reasons and supported him, the best way we could.”, Harry replied.

“ I see… so it’s not a rash decision?”, asked Alastair.

“ Not at all. My brother and Catherine said they’ve been thinking about it from some time and finally, it came to be.”, replied Harry.

“ And how are you both viewing your new responsibilities within the family and also, to the public?”, asked Alastair.

“ It’s taking some getting used to, but our team is doing a fantastic job helping us in this process, as are our families.”, replied Harry.

“ Exactly. And we both feel very privileged and honoured to be able to step in William and Catherine’s shoes. We hope to do what we can to promote Britain, the charities we support and serve Her Majesty at the best of our abilities.”, said Elle.

“ Well then, thank you both very much for having me.”, said Alastair.

“ The pleasure was ours.”, replied Harry. As soon as he did, the director call cut and the cameras were turned off.

“ That was easier than I’d expected.”, said Elle sighing.

“ You tell me…”, replied Harry sighing as well. They smiled as they looked to each other, sinking in the sofa.

“ Thank you, Your Royal Highnesses, for the interview. I think it was very good.”, said Alastair, shaking their hands. Just as they were about to show him to the door, Lisa came into the room.

“ I’m so sorry to interrupt, ma’am, but Prince Arthur is awake.”, said Lisa. Elle sighed.

“ I’m sorry…he must be fussy and hungry.”, said Elle apologising.

“ Oh don’t apologise ma’am. Children should come first.”, said Alastair smiling kindly at her.

“ Well, it was a pleasure meeting you Alastair.”, she said, shaking his hand. “ Now, of you excuse me, I must feed my little hungry cub.”, said Elle and the men chuckled. Harry kept looking at her until she left the room, which didn’t go unnoticed by Alastair. As he guided the journalist and his crew to the door, the man said:

“ If you don mind me saying it, sir, you and the Duchess make an excellent couple.”.

“ We do, don’t we?”, said Harry, grinning.

“ A rare occurrence for normal people. For royals, even harder to happen.”, said Alastair.

“ It’s true. We’re both very lucky to have each other. And I’m grateful for that, every single day.”, said Harry, as they stopped close to his car.

“ Thank you again, sir. It’s been a pleasure.”, said Alastair.

“ Pleasure was mine.”, he replied, waving goodbye. The following evening, their short interview would be broadcast around the world and the next step towards their new roles would begin.

************

Two Months Later

William and Catherine had officially moved out of Kensington Palace and retired to Amner Hall in Norfolk while his job with the RAF’s Search and Rescue force in Wales was approved. For the time being, they were dedicating their lives to their charities and raising George and Charlotte. As for Elle and Harry, they’ve been very busy. Their number of engagement had doubled as they now represented the Queen in more capacities than before. Arthur had also grown, as was starting to slowly form words. Much to his parents shame, his first word had indeed be Lan, as in Lancelot, their dog. Doctor Yates had been following up with Arthur’s first months of life but Harry and Elle would soon have to find a proper paediatrician to take him to. Thankfully, everything was normal with their son.

They spend most of their time at Kensington but often travelled to Sussex to enjoy the peace and quiet their country home could offer. They had also visited Elle’s family home in Wiltshire a few times as they had traveled to Highgrove for the weekend. Charles had taken up the task to introduce Arthur to every farm animal in the property, as well as some of his favourite plants. The infant had been entranced by all the beautiful colours and sounds. Now that he was older, Harry and Elle decided to take him to Althorp. They didn’t have the opportunity to go there for the 20th anniversary of Diana’s death and now seemed like a good opportunity to do that.

The last time Elle came to Northamptonshire it was just before Harry proposed to her. at that time they had been dating for a year and knew they’d soon be getting married. She just didn’t know her now husband would actually pop the question a few days later. As they entered the gates that led to Althorp House, Elle was once again taken back by the grandeur of the classical elements, much like she had before. This time, however, the whole family anticipated their arrival with great joy and expectations, excited to meet the newest addition to the clan. Charles Spencer grinned as Harry exited the car, with you following suit, reaching for the carseat on the back to take Arthur in your arms.

“ Harry, my boy! Welcome back!”, he said, hugging his nephew. “ Eleanor! So good to see you!”, he continued, greeting her with a kiss on each cheek. Then he looked down at the little boy bundled up in her arms.

“ Ahhh and this must be little Arthur.”, he said, cooing the baby by softly tickling his belly. The boy giggled and gave his granduncle a toothless grin, which made the older man smile.

“ Oh I like this little fella already.”, said Charles, making everyone smile and chuckle. “Come, let’s get inside.”, he said, guiding them in.

One by one, all of Harry's cousins greeted the couple and soon Arthur was being passed around everybody’s lap. Charlotte, who was now 5 eyed the infant with curiosity, and the older children made silly faces in an effort to make him laugh.

“ So, how’s parenthood been treating you both?”, asked Charles.

“ It’s been mostly good. A few little bumps along the road, but Arthur is such a sweet, even tempered child.”, said Elle.

“ It’s true… And I just can’t seem to stop taking pictures of him, wanting to capture every single moment. He’s grown so much in the past months. Every day is a new discovery. For him and for us.”, said Harry.

“ That’s very true. Being a parent is difficult but so rewarding. And it gets different every single time you have a child. You’ll understand it better when you have baby number 2.”, said Charles smirking, making the couple chuckle.

“ Arthur is not even a year old. Slow down there, Charles.”, said Elle, smiling.

The family gathered for lunch that afternoon in the open, at the spacious garden. It was a particular pleasant day for Autumn and Elle laid down a mat on the grass so Arthur could have some space to play and enjoy a bit of freedom while they ate. As soon as everyone was finished with their food, games and conversation began Elle and Harry excused themselves. The baby, who was beginning to fall asleep, was put on a stroller and they started walking down the garden, towards the familiar path, surrounded by oak trees. Then they reached the Greek-like temple, at the edge of the lake where roses and water lilies adorned the edge and the water. Taking Arthur form his stroller and into her arms, Elle stepped into the rowing boat, with Harry’s help and together they rowed towards Diana’s resting place. As they reached her grave, Harry smiled, putting his hand on the base of the urn.

“ Hi mum. It’s been a while…”, he said and Elle noticed the emotion in his voice. “ So much has happened since the last time we spoke here.”, he continued.

“ Elle and I got married. It was such a beautiful service. I’m sure you’ve seen it all, from where you are. But at the time, I wished so much that you could be there, beside me… beside us.”, Harry said, tear creeping in the corner of his eyes.

“ We also have a new addition to the family. You have another grandson.”, he said, smiling down at the sleeping infant in his wife’s arms. “ Our second child. Our first, as you know, has been living with you and although we may never meet him or her, we know you are taking care of our baby and will look after our precious angel, just like we know you’re watching over Arthur.”, Harry said, sniffing as the tear started falling down his cheeks. Elle watched as her husband kept on going, telling his mother everything that had happened in the past year or so and could feel her own eyes tearing up.

“… we’ve been through a lot, mama, but I’m starting to feel more confident about what expects us in the future.”, said Harry, putting his arm around Elle’s waist. She smiled at him and pecked his lips, slowly reclining her head on his shoulder, just as the first rays of sunset started filling the sky.

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