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The simple yet powerful way Tim Walz just exposed Donald Trump

John Stoehr

September 20, 2024 6:51AM ET

US Democratic vice presidential candidate Minnesota Governor Tim Walz speaks at Temple University in Philadelphia on August 6, 2024. © Brendan Smialowski, AFP

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Tim Walz was in Michigan recently. In a stump speech, he noted differing views on the meaning of homeownership. He said that for “the real estate mogul, the venture capitalist, whatever,” a house is “just an asset to be traded and sold.” To everyone else, however, it’s “a place to gather around the kitchen table to talk with our kids about what happened at school.”

The message was simple but powerful.

Donald Trump (“the real estate mogul”) and JD Vance (“the venture capitalist, whatever”) stand together as normal men who care about and understand the normal struggles of normal Americans, but they are not normal, nor do they care about or understand normal people’s struggles.

They don’t even know the meaning of owning a house and what it takes to achieve that dream. To them, it’s not real. It’s an abstraction. It has no value beyond its market value. But “to us,” Walz said, it’s so much more.

“That’s what Kamala Harris wants for you,” he said.

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Leigh McGowan, a social media influencer who goes by “Politics Girl,” watched the speech. She saw how Walz uses simple words to capture a common experience to rally normal Americans toward the common good and against “the real estate mogul, the venture capitalist, whatever.”

Then McGowan did something useful.

She named Walz’s rhetoric.

“It feels like he cannot possibly be real,” McGowan said. “Here’s this man who is masculine without being weirdly alpha, who hunts, who shoots, who was a teacher, who is a veteran. He’s just a good dad and a great husband, and he believes in the nation. He’s not trying to be president, he doesn’t have bigger ambitions, and he’s happy to be second banana to a woman. It’s like you made him in a lab as the perfect candidate.

“He talks to us in common sense,” she said.

Trump’s uncommon languageIf Tim Walz talks in common sense, what does Trump talk in?

Well, it’s common in that grievance and hate are ubiquitous. Beyond that, however, Trump does not communicate using words everyone can understand to relate the joys and sorrows they have experienced.

Virtually every word he chooses says more about him than it does anyone else. So while you don’t have to know anything about Tim Walz to understand his speeches, you have to know a lot about Donald Trump to understand his. Indeed, to talk about his speeches requires a kind of specialized language. And if you don’t know the lingo, you’re lost.

After nearly a decade in the public eye, Trump’s presence has become commonplace. It took someone like Walz speaking in the language of common sense to jolt us out of the normalcy that is Trump. Walz helped us realize we don’t really understand what the man is talking about.

I would even say the impact of that jolt is why McGowan said Walz “feels like he cannot possibly be real.” But it’s not Walz who doesn’t feel real.

It’s Trump.

Thanks in part to Walz, it’s clearer now than ever that Trump’s speeches have gotten longer, windier and more rambling. They start out grounded in discernable reality but eventually, they become so abstract as to be meaningless. Here he is, explaining, well, I don’t really know.

I don't think I've ever said this before. So we do these rallies. They're massive rallies. Everybody loves, everybody stays till the end. By the way, you know, when she said that, well, your rallies people leave. Honestly, nobody does. And if I saw them leaving, I'd say, and ladies and gentlemen make America great again and I'd get the hell out, ok? Because I don't want people leaving. But I do have to say so I give these long sometimes very complex sentences and paragraphs but they all come together. I do it a lot. I do it with Raising Cain. That story. I do it with the story on the catapults on the aircraft carriers. I do it with a lot of different stories. When I mentioned Doctor Hannibal Lecter, I'm using that as an example of people that are coming in from Silence of the Lambs. I use it. They say it's terrible. So they say so I'll give this long complex area for instance that I talked about a lot of different territory. The bottomline I said the most important thing. We’re going to bring more plants to your state and this country to make automobiles. We’re going to be bigger than before. The fake news and there’s a lot of them back there. You know, for a town hall, there's a lot of people but the fake news likes to say, the fake news likes to say, oh, he was rambling. No, no, that's not rambling. That's genius. When you can connect the dots. Now, now, Sarah, if you couldn't connect the dots, you got a problem. But every dot was connected and many stories were told in that little paragraph.

A normal person’s common language

Trump may not sound like a rich man, but he’s still a rich man.

When he talks about normal things, it sounds weird.

He has never gone back-to-school shopping. He has never pumped his own gas. He’s never written a check for the electric bill. He does not know what it’s like to be sticker-shocked at the supermarket. He has no idea what it feels like to go from renting to owning. He sure-as-hell doesn’t know how it feels to be forced to choose between food and medical bills.

He does not even know the meaning of a $10 bill. He does not know what it can buy, because $10 to “the real estate mogul” isn’t money. It’s power.

Indeed, $10 means nothing, just as tariffs mean nothing. Tariffs aren’t real economic tools presidents use to address real economic problems. They are abstractions. As such, whether they work makes no difference to him. Whether they cause suffering doesn’t matter. Suffering is abstract, too.

To a normal person, the price of things is about as real as it gets.

To Trump, the price of things is as real as fairy dust.

So he can say, as he did this week, that he will lower “energy bills” by 50 percent. He can say, as he did in January, that the cost of gasoline has gone from under $2 a gallon to “5, 6, 7, 8 dollars.” He can say, as he did this week, that he will decrease the price of food by decreasing the food supply (via tariffs on imports). To a normal person, that makes no sense. To a rich man, sense is beside the point. Money isn’t money. It’s power.

In the end, you don’t have to know much about Tim Walz to understand his speeches, because Tim Walz is himself a normal person. He knows the meaning of a $10 bill. He knows the meaning of owning a home. He speaks in common sense, because his own experience is so common. When he says, “that’s what Kamala Harris wants for you,” it makes sense.

It feels real.

[positivelyapunovexponent-good]

It’s 1:51AM, aka. the perfect time to reflect on just how many axes I’ve disappointed my parents along!

(don’t worry I’m merely sad in a distant, wistful, but hopefully cathartic sort of way. Not acute self loathing like I used to struggle quite a lot with.)

(It’s just… sad that the person I am, who I’ve worked so hard become, is utterly unrecognisable as any future my parents might have wanted for me)

(and I know I couldn’t have been the daughter they wanted. My effort to be that person was killing me.)

(When I came out as gay to my mom she broke down. Told me “I almost lost you to the autism, I won’t loose you to this”. It’s been years and I still think about it struggling to understand what she meant. Is my brain- fundamentally inseparable from the autism and the lesbianism- really something she thought she needed to save me from? There is no version of me that’s not autistic and gay. So. Was what she said an admission she wished she had another kid?)

(it’s been years. I tried to bring it up once, years later, wondering whether she still believed that. She claimed she didn’t remember saying it, and didn’t want to talk about it. So I guess I’ll never know)

(it shouldn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. But I’m still allowed to care, I think. I’m still allowed to be sad)

(and maybe even a little proud. Proud I found the courage to be a disappointment. Because if I am a disappointment… at least I’m a happy one)

[flameontheotherside]

My Astrological Chart

June 15 1988, Norfolk, VA (USA) 1:51AM

Sun: Gemini, Moon: Cancer, Rising: Aries

In which signs are your planets?

Whichever sign the planets are settled will help you to get know yourself and understand life.

♊ The Sun in Gemini

You want to believe that life is full of surprises. For this, you are constantly trying to explore, you are trying to get to know new people by chatting with them. This effort of yours makes you happy most of the time. And you feed on change, and you have a special ability to communicate. Thanks to your potential, you can understand everyone correctly and express yourself correctly. You manage to put your crisis-stricken relationships in order. On the other hand, this feature strengthens the ability to persuade. You can easily achieve your goals in work, family and social life. The fact that the Sun sign is Gemini emphasizes that you will get tired of doing the same things all the time. You need change; you try to colour your life by taking short trips, participating in cultural activities and taking new trainings.

♋ The Moon in Cancer

You're very protective of the people you love. You can make all the sacrifices you need for their happiness. However, you expect the same sacrifice from them, and when you cannot see this, you can close yourself off and get depressed instead of expressing your feelings. Family, maternal, and child matters are very important to you. You may have developed a special bond with your mother since you were a child. So much so that in the coming years, when you look back, you may be surprised to find that most of the people who come into your life are like you. Your biggest goal in life may be to have a happy family. When you get married, your interest in your wife and children can be appreciated by many. On the other hand, you have a structure that feeds on the past. You do not forget any positive or negative events you have experienced; you think about what happened in the past before taking any steps, you are cautious about the future.

Your ascendant/rising sign

The detailed information about your lifestyle and personality is hidden in your ascendant!

♈ Aries Rising

You are vigorous and impatient. You are quite excited to start new things but since you get bored easily you are not good at keeping them up. You are cheerful and sociable. You are so confident that you do not have any difficulty in expressing yourself. All of them enable you to make friends easily and motivate people when they lose their belief in themselves. You have an honest personality. However, you might exaggerate it from time to time and can to talk without thinking first. Your straightforwardness might lead you to have conflicts with people. You are a person who gets angry easily and calms down easily. This trait creates excitement in your relationships. All these attributes indicate that you are quite fit with wide shoulders and narrow hips. You have a distinctive and long face.

[abisexualdude]

venting about... my whole life i suppose?

(05/07/2024 11:03pm - 06/07/2024 1:51am)

the reason why im here is because i am a person who spirals very easily. one thing slightly unpleasant happens and i get reminded of previous unpleasant events. and starting yesterday (04/07/2024), that has been happening again. this time instead of sleeping it away, i want to document the negative emotions im feeling so i can possibly figure out ways to rid them of me. this is going to be a little messy, im no writer myself, but i hope if future me sees this, he'll make use of the words im typing today.

let's start with family: i grew up christian, and still remember one time when i was at sunday school as a kid (6-7 yo i think), an older teacher there spent the lesson teaching us how homosexuality is evil/immoral, telling us how the gays go to hell blablabla. that became something i held onto because as a kid, you just do not question what you are told, and i ignored all the signs suggesting i could be anything other than straight. however teenage me, having my first ever phone and getting access to the internet, realized that i was bisexual. im not saying every christian ever is homophobic, but the church was the place where i've experienced homophobia for the first time in my life. as a result, i started despising the church more and more, eventually never going again near 15 yo. about a year after that and my grandmother passed away. she's been a devoted christian her whole life and one of the final moments i shared with her, she told me to never leave the embrace of god. when i told her that i was not straight, and it was hard for me to return to somewhere i can be shamed for being queer, she did not answer with hostility, but curiousness: "can boys love each other?" that's what she said to me at the time. the discussion eventually ended. i did not go back to church for even once after that. and to this day, i am still sorry for not fulfilling what my grandmother has wanted for me. one of the kindest souls ive ever met in my life, and yet i cannot fulfill her wish.

onto depression: and again, back when i was a kid, i was recognized as a 'talented student' (i kinda hate that words lol), getting good grades in primary definitely inflated my ego, which only made the fact that i couldnt keep up in secondary all the more heartbreaking, to myself and my parents. the secondary school i was in had this system of 'elite classes', basically you get good grades, have a top enough position among your peers and you're in an elite class for the next year, without really any practical difference from the 'normal classes'. me, having nice grades in primary, was in an elite class for the first year of secondary but immediately got dropped out in the next year coz of bad grades (dead last in the class). my father was furious coz of this and refused to talk to me for six months after that. the academic stress eventually led to depression, though i only found out through talking with the social worker at school + online self-diagnosis, which is... cringe idk a better word :p

the depression persisted throughout my secondary years. i was constantly struggling under local educational system, and i recall my class teacher saying to me that i'd perform better overseas, and though that was out of wanting better for me, i felt powerless because my family financially could not and was not willing to support me studying in a foreign country. fast forward a few years, big political stuff happened here, and many of my friends left the country with their family before the last year of secondary. im ok at socializing so i do have a bit of friends in my grade but my BEST friends that were in my class left, and a huge sense of being abandoned took over, especially when i thought we were going to be taking on the open examination (it determines whether you get admitted into uni or not, it's made a SUPER huge deal here. the 3 years of senior secondary school you're going to be constantly reminded and thinking of it non-stop) together. seeing how much they're happier abroad compared to when they were here (easier curriculum and healthier education system), and of course myself, i got jealous. i wanted to be abroad too. i was so sick of waking up having close to no sleep, fighting the urge to fall asleep in class instead of actually learning, trying to take notes of the teachers' words but failing, ending up writing gibberish while dreaming (just looked it up, it's called hypnagogic hallucinations? first time hearing that phrase lol) even though i only fell asleep for seconds. i especially remember a day at school when they were promoting mental health, showed us a microfilm about suicide and it just triggered something in me, i needed to take the light rail to get home after school, so there i was standing on the platform. as the train came close, i could hear my heart pounding, wondering if i should jump and end it all. i was not brave to do it at the end, but the image is forever burned into my brain. fast forward a few weeks and i overshared with the social worker like i always do, she called my parents and we all went to a mental health clinic and I finally got professionally diagnosed with depression.

months after that i took the open exam. had awful results so didn't get admitted into uni. i didnt know what to do at that point so i just rotted at home for days. my mom was the one who did all the research for me (i love my mom sm), attending talks about other potential degrees and that got me to stop sitting on my ass (mostly out of shame coz i didn't want my mom to have to worry about me instead of attending to her own work) and pursued an associate degree.

that's about it for academic stuff. onto my personal life: I love gaming, it is probably the only hobby that has stuck with me for my entire life. i tried badminton, table tennis, swimming, taekwondo, but i stopped doing those due to one reason or another. when I had my first actually functional pc at ~15 yo, i started playing online games on it and realized i didn't have stable internet connection and that has always messed with my mental because i'd lose coz the delay + lag spikes. things got even worse after we moved because now we're in more secluded spot, with worse internet reception. I wanted to stream myself gaming, but cannot do that consistently, given the circumstance. i also hang out with friends online through discord, we are really ALL over the world (NA, EU, etc. I am from Asia) but i am always the one lagging in games or in vc (i cant even screenshare consistently). these further pushes me into jealousy, how everyone can access the internet to their hearts' content and im stuck here, self-conscious about lagging.

and the part i'd least want to share: my sexuality. don't get me wrong, i am very proud for being bisexual/queer, but i am kinda hypersexual, which leads to me making hot-headed decisions when im interested in someone. as long as they do not show signs of wanting me to stop, i can be flirty with anyone who is friendly to me and i kinda hate that part about myself. i have not dated anyone in my life aside a brief online relationship, so i think im just desperate for a romantic partner.

(this paragraph is going to contain details that is borderline SA/r*pe, please skip ahead if you are not comfortable.) my first sexual interaction was when I was 17, I graduated high school, was working part-time at the time and decided to get a gay dating app. lied about being 18 and a guy messaged me asking if i'd like to chill at his place, i made sure to tell that i was not going to do anal with him (coz im a virgin and would have liked to hold my V card still), the guy agreed and me being naive, trusted him. when i was there the next day, we chatted and after some time he invited me onto his bed, and i ended up giving him a blowjob. he asked if he could put it in me 2-3 times and kept on asking after i denied him the previous time. when he finally asked the final time, i was too scared and gave in. he then did it to me without any form of protection. immediately after that hookup, i regret ever doing that and i was VERY VERY stupid to have done that. so whether you are straight or queer (especially if you're young), please do not trust strangers like i did, you can be taken advantage of too easily.

my second sexual interaction was with an online friend, i travelled abroad to meet him and we spent a week together. it was a very pleasant experience since he was so kind to me and took care of me in a lot of ways. i didn't expect to crush on him after i returned, but i did. and as i expected, he didn't return the same feelings. we remained friendly after that and i learnt that he's going to travel to another country to meet up with another person (basically what I did with him). months after he returned, i learnt that they are now dating. the thought that he's had sex with another person and him choosing them over me in both a sexual and romantic way makes me so jealous, which i realize is so so pathetic of me but i just can't help it. i suppose only time will heal.

ok this is going to be the last paragraph, but this is causing me more stress than negative emotion. now that I've finished pursuing my associate degree, I'll be starting a full-time job. and in November, i'll be applying for a work permit to canada. if it does get accepted in the future, i'll be working for a year there and apply for PR once i fulfill the requirements. i've told my parents about it. but this also means that i'll have to leave close to everyone in my life behind- my family, my friends, to go to a country I've never been to. it's going to be tough. i already know it. and i just don't know how well i'll be faring against the loneliness, knowing how insecure and unwell my mental can be. but i really hope to live in a place where i dont have to constantly look behind my back for words i type on the internet, or wearing a primarily black outfit in public. and also, be proud of my sexuality and be respected for who i am.

trying to untangle these emotions is hard because as i said, i spiral very easily and they get mixed into one big blob of negative emotions so i really have to think hard to recall each specific events. i hope if someone does see my vent, they do find my experience interesting/helpful/inspiring even?idk. but i was mainly doing this for me. like i said, to note down what is causing me to feel insecure and fragile so that i can hopefully feel better/forget all these in my future life.

[angeltism]

HEHEH IM HONORED TO HAVE BEEN GIVEN SUCH A TITLE... i honestly also wanna keep talking with you.. seeing you flustered makes me really happy im gonna be honest :3 its a talent of mine to be really smooth with words you see but only specifically for These situations HDJAHRJSJR if you wanna know more about me feel free to just. ask whatever questions you have! im a huge fan of answering questions honestly so GO!!! GO AND ASK EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING YOU WANT!!! you can also not worry about the whole me being kinda nervous of you knowing who i actually am thing because im 100% certain nothing i answer will give you many leads. sorry i like teasing with this kind of thing i have never had the opportunity of doing it HSHSJSHJW good its already 2 am there? FIRST LOVEY ANON FACT i live one whole hour behind you... you are a time traveler.. woah...

- 💌 anon

twirling my hair ehehe omg yay I definitely have like . . . many questions I'm curious 2 ask uu !!! they'll purrobably be under a read more at the end of this post so this doesn't become 2827472 lines long for my mewtuals n followers sake fufu,, and lol no worried abt the "teasing" bit , I get nawt wanting to tell me who uu are just yet , this can be kinda fun , being able to speak with me anonymously and for me to have the mystery of nawt knowing who I'm speaking to so I suppose I understand :3 also woahh . thatmeans uu stayed up until 1-2am at least last night tsk tsk (ignore that I stayed up until 2:51am uu need sleep my dear !!)

questions under the cut . . . again just for the sake of nawt having this be 1000ft long bc they'll be in a list ig

ok so feel free to answer any of these or ignore some or whatever if uu would like . . . no pressure to answer all of em ! ♡

Do you have any fandoms you're really into? Especially any in common with me, so purrhaps we could chat about em . . . ? fufufu idk also just in general to know what uu like :3

Pronouns? I'm assuming at least they/them is okie because that's what I've been using for uu so far and I imagine uu would have said somethin if nawt but if there's something uu prefer, even like, nounself or something, or want me to alternate I wanna know !!

Music taste? This is an opportunity for uu to tell me specific artists or songs if uu want . . . I'm soso curious :0

Favorite color? This is a little basic idk but I think it'd be nice to know :3

How long have uu . . . liked me . . . . gasp !! Also like Why I mean I suppose I am awesome and the 2nd greatest in the whole universe but nawt many really . have liked me in that way in a while I suppose ? Idk just curious if there's anything specific about me that uu especially like ehehe ~ ^_^

And finally . . . favorite foods ? Something savory and something sweet , if sweets are somethin uu like ! :D

[austincharcoal]

OCTOBER 2023 MEDITATION LOG

this was inspired by an assignment in my english 101 class. it prompted us to watch/read some mainstream articles/vids about meditation and try meditating for 3 days in a row, then write about it.

Fri, Sep 29    1:05am           Watched the Light Watkins TedX video. Interest was piqued when he said that meditation brings a deeper rest than is possible in sleep. Then he went on and on about the difference in biological age when you meditate. Excited to try more rigorous meditation schedule. Meditated 1:35-1:45am, was really nice. Came close to falling asleep a couple times, I am very tired. Felt grateful to be living in the city hearing rain sounds on the street.

Sat, Sep 30   9:01pm           Took a break from anatomy notes & electronic music to meditate 10 mins. Had a hard time keeping my mind off [redacted]. The things that were difficult then would be easier now that I’ve matured and relaxed a bit. But [redacted].

Sun, Oct 1     10:38am        Tried to do 10 min meditation during AA meeting but had to poop after like 4 mins. Did 10 full mins after meeting ended. It’s easier in the mornings, but I can feel I have lost the groove to a large degree. Still, morning meditation is simpler. By the evening my brain is usually in full pleasure-seeking mode. Mornings I’m usually reeling a bit from soreness and stiffness.

Mon, Oct 2    8:45pm           Did 10 mins sitting up. It’s wild how my body is aware that it’s tired but my mind ignores it, until I try to meditate sitting up and have to fight off sleep over and over. Maybe I should turn in early tonight. When I was awake, I was releasing thoughts about food and women, as usual. Laughed a bit to myself remembering how excited [redacted] was to find the “hidden veggies” pasta recipe on TikTok.

Tue, Oct 3     1:19pm           Late start today. Brewed coffee then laid down to meditate before drinking it. Lot of sexy thoughts bouncing around! Hard to bring my racing mind down today. Probably because I didn’t sleep well. This is somehow becoming both a mediation and a sleep log.

Wed, Oct 4    9:40am           10 min meditation during morning meeting.

Thu, Oct 5     12:28pm        Had been sinking into phone-greyout, scrolling haze, absolute oblivion, and needed a break. 10 min meditation was the only thing that could work. Counted breaths for most of the 10 mins, after english prof. explained during class that counting breaths is the important part of '20 breaths' meditation. It def helped during 10 min meditation. Leg pain was distracting so toward the end started stretching a bit. Feel refreshed and ready to sit down for some studying before work.

Fri, Oct 6        11:52am         Watched the Andy Puddicombe Ted Talk. I liked his analogy about knowing you have a loose tooth and continuing to mess with it even though you’re in pain. Meditated for 10 mins. Feel less overwhelmed about how many things I need to do this afternoon. I’m calmer and more apt to work through them in an organized manner without resorting to distractions. Thought about what to say to [redacted], thought about doing dishes and stretching and listening to new Drake album and taking anatomy notes and making a doctor’s appointment. Tried to recenter and focus on breaths a few times.

Sat, Oct 7      10:30am        Meditated during morning meeting.

Sun, Oct 8     9:51am           Meditated during morning meeting. Thought about my plans for the day (going to NYC to have dinner with my aunt), thought about my mom and my grandma, thought about the family counselor Dr. Prakash who taught me to meditate in 4th grade. Used breath counting to help 'let go' of thoughts and return to quiet mind.

Mon, Oct 9    9:50am           Meditated during morning meeting but was kinda drifting in and out of sleep.

                        8:45pm           Went to [redacted]. It got kinda intense but [redacted]. Decided to decompress by meditating together for 10 minutes. It was beautiful and memorable.

Tue, Oct 10   2:10pm           Read ½ of NYT meditation article then set 10 min timer to meditate. Lots of thoughts running through my head, I can be so obsessive about personal stuff. Was good to have a break from that, even though I didn’t really want the break, I wanted to keep obsessing. Post-break though, I feel better. Body is really sore since I’ve gotten 17k steps, two days in a row. So before the 10 mins were up I got out of my chair and started doing some stretches with eyes closed. Love combining stretches and closed eye meditation. Definitely feel better now, and my 'mindfulness muscle' is getting a tiny bit stronger each day. I find it easier to return to the centered calmness of counting breaths.

Wed, Oct 11                          Didn’t meditate

Thu, Oct 12   10:47am        Meditated 10 mins after morning meeting. Really out of the groove today but tried to just count 100 breaths. Thought about chopping wood for work, about sex, about being messy in romantic relationships, about stretching after meditation, about the kid in my math class who seems to be following along better than anyone else.

Fri, Oct 13                             Didn’t meditate

Sat, Oct 14    9:45am           Meditated during morning meeting.

Sun, Oct 15   2:01pm           Took a break from studying anatomy to meditate. Was sort of fighting off sleep part of the time. Said simple prayers to ask for God’s will to be done, and to discover what that will is. Prayed also for a loving and generous spirit in my heart.

Mon, Oct 16  11:00pm         Meditated 10 mins after looking at Twitter/Reddit for ~3 hours. I think I need to try 15 or 20 minute meditations because sometimes I find myself totally distracted and overstimulated for more than half of a 10 minute meditation. That was the case this time. At some points I opened my eyes and just stared at the wall to keep from thinking about downtown Montreal, or applying to a Master’s program in 5 years, or how I had a bad attitude at work the other day.

Tue, Oct 17   12:14pm        Been feeling emotionally unhinged lately, lowkey lashing out at people. Trying to redirect. Meditation is a good starting place. Meditated 10 minutes and had to stop myself over and over from planning out my day. How much time will I spend in the restaurant working on prep? How much time on schoolwork? Will I have time to pick up a cleaning project? Could I meditate for 10 minutes on the clock? Who will I see there and what will the vibe be when I talk to them? Used breath counting to reel in some of the thoughts. Asked God for help. I have a long way to go toward being centered, organized, disciplined. Please, God, help me make some progress today.

Wed, Oct 18                          Didn’t meditate

Thu, Oct 19   10:30am        Meditated in morning meeting. Feel at peace with my life, with who I am and where I’m at, with my propensity for anxiety, for mistakes, for seeing things through a distorted lens. I’m gonna keep learning and I’m gonna be okay.

Fri, Oct 20     10:30am        Meditated in morning meeting. Had trouble staying quiet mentally. In the meeting we talked about the 'confusion' that exists without a spiritual connection. Thought about how meditation and confusion are like exact opposites. Lot of confusion and noise for me lately. Meditation must be one of the main solutions. Not just meditation but a meditation practice. Prayer as well, I need more of that. Talked about meditation with my sponsor later. He recommended I try the 'toes-to-head' meditation.

Sat, Oct 21    9:00am           Made coffee then meditated for 10 mins before meeting.

                        9:45am           Meditated for 10 mins in morning meeting. It felt good to get more time in. Would like to do one longer session but 10x2 was easy and felt very calming.

Sun, Oct 22   9:30am           Set a timer and laid on yoga mat to meditate for 10 minutes. Said a prayer for my mom and grandma, who are going through a difficult time. Had to keep returning to baseline as I kept fantasizing about sex with [redacted], who I’ve been texting. Sex is a constant refrain for my tired brain, I think I’m subconsciously convinced that there’s some simple relief there. But intellectually I know it’s never that simple, relationships are complicated and usually come with more stress than being single. Important to talk myself down from these underlying desires.

Mon, Oct 23                          Didn’t meditate. Busy day, but I think I need to start finding more time. It’s possible to replace some of my phone-scrolling time with meditation every day, sometimes I just don’t do it. This log is helping me stay accountable and showing me what I need to change to meditate more.

Tue, Oct 24   12:45pm        Meditated 10 mins laying on yoga mat. Was really able to start calm with deep breaths, maybe because I was laying down. Often I start with a hectic mind and try to calm it for the first 5 mins.

Wed, Oct 25  10:30am        Didn’t meditate? Can’t remember

Thu, Oct 26   11:45am         Meditated 10 mins. Sick with a cold, hopefully not worse. Did not want to meditate but do feel a bit better

Fri, Oct 27     9:48pm           Meditated 8 mins. Got antsy during the last two. Feeling very baby because the cold is actually a flu or something. Lots of schoolwork to do before tomorrow night. Trying to stay calm and not get overwhelmed.

Sat, Oct 28    8:15pm           Meditated 10 mins which led to me napping for another 30. Very ill but still going to work and studying. Sad!

Sun, Oct 29                           Did not meditate. Walked for 2 hours listening to an old interview with Brad Phillips, he talked a lot about 12 step program, psychedelic drug experiences, Zen vs. Tibetan Buddhism. Helpful for pondering meditation and how to consider it in my life.

Mon, Oct 30  10:45am        Meditated 10 mins after morning meeting. Health is improving slightly. Trying to spend the day doing work, chores, service to others, or meditative things like prayer, listening to spiritual talks, walking. Trying to leave alone the chaotic, noisy things that are really perpetuating my discomfort and dissatisfaction.

Tue, Oct 31   2:03pm           Meditated 10 mins after writing for English class, before going for a walk and calling my sponsor. Turns out I had covid. At least it's almost over. Same with October. What's next.

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I Wanna Be a Good Man And See You Smile

I Wanna Be a Good Man And See You Smile https://ift.tt/3KdkJGe by Alex20 Most days, Henry likes his body. He knows it's the body that gave him Liz, the light of his life. And Alex always says he is his handsome man. But there are other days when Henry doesn't feel so comfortable in his own skin, Days like today, when the cramps remind him of the body he was born in. A body that still doesn't fully match who he truly is. *************** Or: Henry's period is close, he is feeling dysphoric and Alex, angel that he is, knows what to do. And maybe, he will do more than either of them could imagine. Words: 2559, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 2 of trans! henry Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Additional Tags: okay let's see, Trans Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Trans Male Character, Gender Dysphoria, mentions of period, Smut, Fluff and Smut, starts a bit angsty then it's all sex lol, porn with a bit of plot, henry's daughter is there for a second, Healthy Communication, First Time Bottoming, Sex Toys, bea june and nora are mentioned, Kind of Open Ending?, as in there's definitely gonna be a part 3, slight Breeding Kink, talking about pregnancy as a trans man, Overuse of pet names, and maybe italics, they say "fuck" a lot, authour is projecting, but only a bit this time!, safe, Safe Sane and Consensual, Enthusiastic Consent, Consent is Sexy via AO3 works tagged 'Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor' https://ift.tt/TCzFkXn October 24, 2023 at 10:51AM

[troncelliti]

Law of the Land : Italy

(Meta: Facebook\messenger cold contact)

Friday 11 August 2023 5:28PM

Me: Pardon me this surprise message. … I thought I could talk to you about Italian law and constitution. Do you mind?

Friday 08 September 2023 10:52PM

Attorney: Excuse me, what do you want to talk about?

Saturday 09 September 12:22AM

Me: Are you familiar with DPR 54 (cambia nome e\o cognome)?

4:53PM

Attorney: Yes. In my Office we made a change of surname for a client.

5:43PM

Me: So, in your opinion DPR 54 is NOT in violation of the Italian constitution?

…to be continued…

…in continuation…

Sunday 10 September 12:51AM

Attorney: Why?

1:30AM

Me: unsent message to everyone

9:58AM

Me: I’ve read, both, DPR 54 and, at least, the first 4 articles of the Italian constitution. And, it affects me, personally.

3:58PM

Attorney: I don’t read the DPR, so I can’t understand what you think.

4:20PM

Me: May I ask you a personal question?

Attorney: Sure.

Me: Sooo, why jurisprudence as a career path?

6:03PM

Attorney: I love my profession, I wanted to be a lawyer since I was 11 years old. Now I have problems, I don’t sleep very well, but I can’t change my job, it is my way of life.

Me: You had a dream or something profound happened at age 11? You can’t change it by a personal choice? Because, despite the difficulty or difficulties you live with every day and night, you love what you do, right?

Attorney: Someone tells me that I was like a lawyer for desperate cases and I believe that it is real for me. I choose what to be, what to do, despite the difficulties. I have the dream to be a better person and a better lawyer. 😁

Me: Well, then, (name of attorney). Am I not talking to the right attorney? (🤭)

A lawyer at EXP Legal Rome has already included me for the firm’s Pro Bono budget starting January 2024. As grateful as I am, I need answers, now. Because, in fact, I should have been informed or informed myself in 2000 – the year DPR 54 became law.

7:03PM

Me: That said, I’d be honored if you’d examine my complaints and accept me as a client before the year ends. Will you think about it and reply, asap?

10:56PM

Attorney: If you explain me what are this two problems, I can try to answer.

Me: Can we take it one question\problem, at a time?

Monday 11 September 1:13PM

Attorney: Sure. The first?

1:35PM

Me: two unsent messages to everyone

4:08PM

Me: Are you sure? You are sure?

Attorney: Why?

Me: (attachment: So, in your opinion, DPR 54 is NOT in violation of the Italian constitution?) Because, this is my moral crux. However simple.

Attorney: I could not understand if you don’t explain to me what you mean.

Attorney: *what you want to mean.

Me: Will you read DPR 54?

Me: unsent message to everyone

Tuesday 12 September 3:26AM

Me: Do you know the Italian constitution?

Me: Because, this is the question to one of my problems: in your opinion, is DPR 54 (cambia nome e\o cognome) in violation or not?

If you say, YES, then, you can definitely help me. If you say, NO, you cannot; so, you can’t help me with my other problem, either.

…to be continued…

…in continuation…

Wednesday 13 September 6:19PM

Attorney: I didn’t read the dpr 54.

6:37PM

Me: Are you interested in reading it?

…to be continued…

…in continuation…

Next day at 11:06PM

Attorney: I don’t have time now.

11:35PM

Me: Oh. That’s too bad. I’m terribly sorry. Are you already helping too many people with their desperate situations?

Day after that at 6:52PM

Attorney: I am working a lot in this period.

…6 days later…

Me: a gif that identifies “ok” in a regrettable and doubtful manner.

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

Doomed by the narrative all by yourself handsome?

Doomed by the narrative all by yourself, handsome? https://ift.tt/xCckBg0 by luckshiptoshore “Listen,” says Castiel to Aziraphale. “This is important. You were in a story.” “I assure you I was not!” cries Aziraphale. “Whatever are you talking about? I was in a lift!” Aziraphale has just left Crowley forever. At least, that’s what he thinks … until two men in a big black car turn up to change his story. Words: 5707, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Supernatural (TV 2005), Our Flag Means Death (TV), What We Do in the Shadows (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Metatron (Good Omens), Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Stede Bonnet, Nandor the Relentless (What We Do in the Shadows TV), Buttons (Our Flag Means Death) Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Castiel/Dean Winchester, Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet Additional Tags: Post-Canon Fix-It, Fix-It, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/zsRpJYu August 05, 2023 at 10:51AM

[ao3feed-imzadi]

death we will deal him ere Day's ending

death we will deal him ere Day's ending https://ift.tt/s2CqPtX by DumpsterPhoenix (verhalen) "Hand it over at once," the Klingon snarled. "...What?" Riker glanced over at his drink, playing dumb. "I could just buy you a drink, you know. Unless you were talking about my cock. You're going to have to work a little harder -" The Klingon threw him down to the floor with a growl. Riker's communicator flew out of his hand and Riker quickly retrieved it, holding it tight. The Klingon loomed over him. "I SAID. HAND. IT. OVER." Words: 1649, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of I'll think of a title later Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, Star Trek: The Next Generation, TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: William Riker, Maglor | Makalaurë, Deanna Troi Relationships: William Riker/Maglor | Makalaurë, past William Riker/Deanna Troi Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Klingon!Maglor, Klingon House Of Finwë, Oath of Fëanor, Enemies to Lovers, Fight Sex, Crack Treated Seriously, Frottage, CAPSLOCK EQUALS HONOR, I Can't Believe I Wrote This, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping via AO3 works tagged 'William Riker/Deanna Troi' https://ift.tt/oOJC7fp October 28, 2022 at 08:51AM

[katscki]

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Series:

-kiss me slowly (part 1)(part 2)(part 3): [You and bakugou have only been dating for two months and as soon as he told his parents he had a girlfriend they flipped. So in order to get aquatinted with them the happy couple gets invited to a weekend getaway in the mountains.] suggestive, fluff

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One-Shots:

-through the ages: [You and Katsuki had been by each others side your entire lives, and that it shall stay.] fluff

-sound it out: [Bakugou makes his daily trip to the nearest coffee shop, but today there is a new barista, who just can’t get his name right.] fluff

-more thankful than you know: [What else were you supposed to do when your asshole ex walked in?] fluff, sight angst

-only you could: [He had so many things to focus on, he couldn’t spend time worrying about his frivolous crush. But how could he not when you’re just so perfect.] fluff

-catching fire: [Not everyone likes what they see in the mirror, but he’s there to love you unconditionally until you learn to love yourself.] angst, hurt-comfort

-high tides: [You had thought that coming to the new town pool would be a total drag this summer, but how can you not go back when he’s there.] fluff

-when sparks fly: [Sex with him feels electric, especially the desperate kind] nsfw *collab with @ariavaana*

-shark week: [his poor thing is in her period and he just wants to be good and help :(] fluff

-let’s talk about sex: [after spending the day with your friends talking about their experiences with guys, you haven’t been able to get yourself off knowing there was something more pleasurable to be explored] nsfw

-Everything You Needed: [he was always there] fluff, mentions of sex

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Drabbles:

-everlong: [Sometimes you fight, and it might seem like you hate each other. But even through all the hurt, the love you share triumphs the hate.] suggestive, slight angst.

-so this is love: [Bakugou katsuki loves you so much he doesn’t know what to do with himself.] fluff

-i’ll be your voice: [You were never good with being in the spotlight and he’ll be damned if you feel uncomfortable.] fluff

-sleepy: [your boyfriend wakes you up early so he can spend a little extra time with you.] fluff

-just friends: [You are friends, best friends; And he is your world, however even though you are madly in love with him, you don’t think it’s reciprocated.] Fluff

-insecurities: [He’d spend a lifetime trying to show you how perfect you are] fluff, hurt -> comfort

-backseat serenade: [pick up the pace katski ;)] nsfw

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Imagines:

-“then who should i give my time to?”: [ooooouuuuuuu bakugous got a cruuuushhh] fluff

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Headcanons:

-s/o with strict parents: fluff

-s/o who’s love language is touch: fluff

-movie night: fluff

-husband bakugou: fluff

-gf who’s anxious about flying: fluff, comfort

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Just Self-Indulgent Pure Brainrot:

[low key no substance just bakugou on the mind]

[2:47pm]: suggestive

[8:47pm]: suggestive

[9:55pm]: fluff

[6:59pm]: fluff, suggestive kinda

[9:35pm]: fluff

[9:13pm]: nsfw ish

[11:25am]: nsfw

[10:51am]: nsfw

[10:32pm]: fluff

[11:08am]: suggestive

[idk what time this was]: fluff

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Text Series:

-when you’re being clingy: fluff

Thirsts:

-breeding: smut

-kinky virgin: smut

-spelling his name during head: smut

[mingis-conspiracy-theories]

dating poly!woosan

mostly crack because it’s 1:51am, nsfw at the end (you’ve been warned :3)

dating woosan is like entering a level 5 tornado, willingly

you come to this realization on one particular date night after letting wooyoung convince you to be the top half off their 3-person centaur costume at the nearest mcdonald’s drive-thru

you can never show your face at that mcdonald’s again

you’ve been through some shit dating these two

but they always manage to keep you on your toes

Choi San

is the sweeter one between the two

on his own, he’s easily excitable but also listens to you well when you have to remind him that you two are in public??

this baby just wants to do what makes you happy

but with wooyoung, they just feed off each other’s crackhead energy until you somehow find yourself at the Halloween store recording wooyoung with a wig and san loudly reenacting a particularly distasteful scene from Twilight and contemplating whether its just easier to get arrested

with just san, you can actually have hope for a quiet night in

always gets sleepy after eating and will 10/10 hold you down on the couch so he can use you as a pillow

LOVES cuddling and will use any chance and any excuse to pull you into him so he can just hold you for a moment

even if it’s in the middle of the sephora checkout line and four out of the five staff present are just staring at you

will absolutely follow you to the lingerie shop with zero embarrassment

will absolutely help you buy hygiene products with zero embarrassment

really loves holding your hand and will get distracted just playing with your fingers

sometimes he can also be a little shit

when it’s just him and you, he lives to stir shit up by sending wooyoung 20 pictures in a row to really make him feel the FOMO

has an 88.8% success rate of being able to make wooyoung drop whatever he’s doing and come screeching at you for your love and affection

88.8% of the times, you’re unaware san is even texting him

one time, you went to the mall with only san but when your changeroom door busted open, it was fucking wooyoung who’d run over to confirm with his own two eyes that HELL to the fucking YEA, san did not fucking lie about that red lace lingerie set

san was absolutely no help when you had to beg the store staff not to call the police and explain that wooyoung was just your idiot boyfriend and not a random Pervert™

likely the one you go to when you’re feeling down or off

always accepts you with open arms and can match your mood to be whatever you need in the moment

100% the boyfriend to send you good morning and good night texts with 78 heart emojis

Jung Wooyoung

wild as hell whether you’re with just him or together with san

doesn’t have an off button (you’ve checked)

once dragged you to laser tag on a solo date night and you almost made him cry after beating him and the entire horde of 8-year olds by 250 points

SUPER obvious with pda

has no shame; always down to kiss you in public

would declare to the entire mall food court that you and san are the loves of his life if you would just let him climb up on the table

can convince san to do anything

has to try harder to convince you but will still do it or die trying

always makes your dates fun, whether you’re just hanging out or whether he’d been able to convince you to eat out at that one fancy restaurant downtown that neither of you can actually afford

10/10 willing to seduce the restaurant manager with a sexy dance to get out of paying the bill if you’d once again just let him

doesn’t get sleepy after eating like san, but once you wrestle him into bed, will fall asleep almost instantly

always wants to sleep in the middle between the two of you and will whine if he’s not

really good at sweet talk and has wormed his way out of the 18293 times he’s almost gotten the three of you arrested

really loves cooking for you and san and is always happy when you’re both willing to test his food creations

unlike san, prefers cooking at home and will get unnecessarily competitive about being able to cook a dish better when either of you suggest eating out

can and will blast you and/or san with the blue shell in mario kart

pledges no alliance to you or san when you’re on opposing teams in a game

will absolutely talk over you when he’s excited but then will glare and shush others violently when they accidentally do the same

the type of boyfriend to walk on the side of the sidewalk closer to the road

the type of boyfriend who likes seeing both you and san in his clothes

the type of boyfriend who will absolutely show his face again at that one mcdonald’s after the Centaur Incident™

really good at hyping you up no matter what you’re aiming for

sincerely and genuinely believes that you can do anything

❗ NSFW ❗

both san and wooyoung are switches

when they’re both in the mood to dom, they’ll tag team you until you cry

san is the sweetest boyfriend out of bed, but if he’s domming, you better make sure you fucking behave

wooyoung is a brat and has a big fucking kink for edging and has no qualms about leaving you on the edge for hours

also has the filthiest mouth and can make you feel like a blushing virgin with the shit that comes out of his mouth

can and will eat you out and then stop as many times as it takes until you’re shaking and begging and can no longer keep your legs up on your own anymore

san loves to degrade you until you’re crying for him

gets off on talking down at you and treating you like you’re here only for his pleasure and acting like he couldn’t get two shits about whether or not you end up getting off

when they’re tag teaming you, they’ll talk to each other like you’re not even there

the same way wooyoung and san feed off each other’s energy is the same way they feed off each other when they’re both domming

always ends up being more intense than you remember it to be, but they always take care of you well afterwards, helping you come down by wiping away your tears, kissing your cheeks and murmuring soft praises about how good you were for them until you stop shaking enough for them to clean you off in the bath

you will 10/10 pass out in the bath

if both of them are feeling subby:

wooyoung is a huge brat and likes to put up a front, but once you get him to submit, he’s the neediest sub you’ve ever seen

is a crier and will beg for you non-stop, even if he doesn’t know what he’s even begging for

he just knows that he needs you. he needs you to make him feel good because he doesn’t know how to do it himself, please, please

if you don’t touch him for a while, becomes super sensitive, making cute little ah! noises when you finally do

most sensitive underneath the head of his cock and will have the most intense orgasm if you press a vibrator to it

loves being overstimulated post-orgasm, even if he’s squirming and crying and begging you to stop

on the other hand, san likes to be led when he’s feeling subby

will look at you with big doe eyes and hang off your every word and will listen to any instructions you have for him to a tee

similarly to how he is out of bed, this baby boy just wants to make you happy

want your baby boy to warm his cock in you? he’s scrambling to obey

want to watch him put on a show? he’s already dropping to his knees

san and wooyoung are a goddamn sight to see together when they’re both feeling subby

when they’re both sated and all is done, wooyoung gets super mellowed out. The silent tears will often continue rolling down his cheeks despite the giggling coming out of him when you press kisses to his cheeks. Will continue until he falls asleep

san becomes super clingy, trailing you around everywhere despite his exhaustion until you finally slip into bed yourself

[fredshufflepuff]

— anon’s request: ok so since i too am a whore for angst. how about the reader and rafe having a summer thing as a kook (maybe she goes to the pogue school but is a kook) and once she goes back to school, they drift apart and rafe gets jealous of her spending her time with the pogues. then maybe he sees her again at mid summers all dressed up and remembers he still loves her. please break my heart with this, im in need of a cry and then maybe put it back together with some fluff at the end? please

— warnings: fem!reader, brief smut (skip if uncomfortable), asshole!rafe for a good chunk of the imagine, language, angst, fluff.

— word count: 2,166

IT all started when you bumped into rafe at the country club on figure eights.

you didn’t normally hang around that area, but you were hanging out with sarah that day—which meant eventually running into her brother.

she tried to keep you away from him, just because he had no filter and didn’t think twice before voicing his opinion, but sooner or later your interaction with the boy would happen.

“oh god” sarah mumbled causing you to raise your brows, a confused frown on your face as she signaled to look behind you.

you turned around not so subtle to see rafe cameron making his way down the grassy hill, a golf club in one hand and a can of beer in the other.

“hey little sis, when were you going to introduce me to your friend here?” the boy spoke, a small grin on his face at seeing her roll her eyes.

“i wasn’t planning on it, you know—considering how you’re an ass.”

a small giggle fell from your lips as rafe turned his attention back to you, the sides of his mouth curling slightly at your reaction.

“well since she won’t introduce me, i will” he said, his figure leaning over yours which was sat on the grass.

he tossed his most likely expressive golf club to the ground to extend his hand out to you, which you hesitated to take before slowly reaching for it.

“i’m rafe cameron.”

of course you knew who he was, everyone did.

“y/n y/l/n.”

YOU thought the interaction with sarah’s older brother was in the past, not having to see him again since you weren’t planning on going back to figure eight or the club any time soon.

but when you found yourself in his bed getting the absolute daylights fucked out of you, you knew right then and there that this wasn’t a one time thing.

“fuck rafe,” you moaned loudly, your head thrown back against the pillow as your eyes fell shut from the feeling.

he slide his cock in and out of your needy hole as you whimpered from under him, his toned body pressed against yours as you jolted from each thrust.

“m’gonna cum, flood this needy little fuck hole” he spat, his hand coming down to grab your face and force you to open your eyes.

“please, rafe. please fill me up” you begged, your little moans and pleads sending the boy over the edge.

as soon as he gave you permission to cum you didn’t hold back. it felt like your entire body had shut down as your head fell to the side.

rafe sent a rough thrust into your quivering body before emptying himself inside, making sure to keep himself as close as possible in order to not let any leak out.

“fuck,” he groaned in your ear, his body pressed against your small one as your hands came up to rest in his hair, pulling on it gently as his cum filled you up.

later that night you didn’t bother sneaking back out to your place, instead rafe suggested you actually stay—running you a hot bath before ordering take out.

it surprised you really, considering how you didn’t know what you guys were.

you both agreed to only be friends with benefits when this all started, but now you didn’t know if you wanted that or not.

you wanted something more with the blue eyed boy.

“what are we?” you asked while laying in his arms, the feeling of his breath trailing down your neck giving you comfort.

“friends with benefits.”

no hesitation was found in his voice. it was quick and sudden, just like your heart breaking.

“oh.”

you didn’t talk much with rafe after that night—leaving early in the morning to avoid further interaction.

rafe didn’t suspect anything though, knowing how busy you usually get with school and home life, but after that single day turned into almost a week, he knew something wasn’t right.

usually you’d be around the house or at the country club, but it felt like you were almost avoiding him.

when school started up that’s when things really started to hit for rafe. you were not only distancing yourself from him, but now you were hanging out with the pogues.

to him you had wiggled yourself into john b’s friend group, getting closer with everyone but mostly jj, the one pogue he despised more than the others.

it was the night of midsommars and you were preparing yourself to see rafe, your nerves seeming to skyrocket every time his name was mentioned.

“ARE you feeling okay, y/n/n? you’re all jittery” kie pointed out, her eyes locking with yours through the vanity mirror as you slowly brushed through your hair.

“i’m okay, kie— really. just nervous for tonight i guess” you shrugged, your response seeming convincing enough as she nodded.

“hey slow pokes! hurry up or we’re going to be late” jj called, pounding on the door making you and kie jump.

“fucking assholes” you mumbled.

MIDSOMMARS was something you always looked forward to.

the lights, the food, the beautiful dresses and people you got to meet—which was rare considering how almost everyone there were stuck up kooks who’s only personality trait was having money.

all except rafe.

he was different towards you, a lot different it was scary.

“jj, don’t get into any more fights, k?” kie sighed, licking the pad of her thumb before dragging it across his face—getting rid of the dirt that had formed there.

he didn’t say who specifically it was with—the fight—just claiming it was with some stupid kooks who didn’t know when to stop talking.

“yeah yeah” he mumbled, running his fingers through his hair before sending you both a small smile.

he picked up his tray and spun it on his finger before sending her a wink, a blush coming to kie’s face as she quickly looked away.

“soooo, you and jj....” you said, the girl’s eyes rolling as she playfully pushed you away.

“enough about me, what about you?”

“me?” you raised an eyebrow, “what about me?”

“don’t play dumb, y/n/n. i’ve seen you come back late with hickeys.”

you grabbed a glass of champagne from one of the waiters walking by and took a long sip from it, your eyebrows twisting together— “this is good, you should try it.”

kie was about to protest until the music started to kick up again, your favorite song playing making you gasp.

you quickly placed the glass on an empty table before taking her hands and pulling her towards the dance floor.

“let’s dance!”

unknown to you—rafe had been watching you ever since you stepped foot into the venue.

IT was almost one in the morning when everyone had left, you and kie sitting at one of the empty tables while you waited for jj to finish up.

you hadn’t had that much to drink, but you could say you were a little tipsy.

“ready to go?” jj asked while throwing his arms around you both, a sarcastic grunt dropping from your lips at the sudden weight.

“we were about to leave yo-”

“well, well, well...if it isn’t the golden trio” a familiar voice spat, your head snapping to the side as your eyes fell on the devil himself.

rafe cameron and his little minions.

“if it isn’t daddy’s money, dumb, and dumber” kie snapped back—referring to topper and kelce who were standing on either side of him.

“put your dog on a leash maybank before we do it ourselves” rafe threatened, only causing jj to break from your side and lunge at the boy.

“jj, stop” you said, grabbing his arm as kie yanked him back, “he wants a reaction.”

“i didn’t see you there, y/n. so quiet and small, hard to notice you.”

which was obviously a lie. rafe noticed you the second he walked into the stupid party.

“what do you want, rafe? getting bored at the country club?” you asked, your lips dropping into a fake pout.

“actually the country club is entertaining, unlike some needy bitches who can’t satisfy my needs.”

your face dropped as kie gasped beside you—jj completely unaware of what was going on but still pissed at the way rafe was speaking to you.

rafe’s face dropped slightly at the realization of what he just said, nothing but lies falling from his mouth as his eyes filled with guilt.

“fuck you.”

YOU didn’t remember much after that. just the events taking place of jj trying to throw another punch at the boys before getting dragged away by kie.

the poor girl was trying to control her hot headed friend while the other was on the verge of tears.

but you refused to cry.

in front of rafe or not, you would not let yourself cry over him.

all you remember is crashing at john b’s house and waking up with a massive headache.

your legs were draped over kie’s as the two of you slept on john b’s bed, the boys taking the couch in the living room.

light from the outside peeked through the curtains as your eyes slowly adjusted to the brightness.

your phone laid next to you on the comforter as your hands dragged it closer.

what you weren’t expecting was a shitload of texts from rafe.

rafe cameron: i’m really sorry

[sent 1:34am]

rafe cameron: y/n

[sent 1:34am]

rafe cameron: i didn’t mean anything i said

[sent 1:36am]

rafe cameron: i was drunk and wasn’t thinking

[sent 1:40am]

rafe cameron: please hear me out

[sent 1:41am]

rafe cameron: meet me at our place

[sent 1:49am]

rafe cameron: 7:30am

[sent 1:51am]

you groaned loudly while reading his texts, the need to throwup swirling in your stomach as you tossed your phone to the side.

you ran your hands over your face as you thought on what to do, biting your bottom lip in the process as you stared at the wall in front of you.

after what felt like an hour of pondering, you let yourself slip off the bed and grab your hoodie that was thrown on the floor.

you were going to see him.

‘WHAT if she doesn’t show’ rafe thought to himself as he sat in the sand, his eyes locked on the waves crashing in front of him.

he was stupid last night.

the boy made a stupid mistake that he regretted deeply.

he just needs to show you how sorry he is.

“rafe.”

his head snapped in the direction of your voice, your figure standing a few feet from his as he then quickly stood up.

he dusted off his pants before nervously making eye contact, his throat suddenly drying up as he attempted to swallow what felt like a rock.

“y/n, i’m s-so so sorry for what i said yesterday. i-i didn’t mean any of it-”

“so what? i’m supposed to forgive you?” you cut off, raising an eyebrow as his mouth fell slightly, “what if it happens again?”

“i-it won’t! i swear it won’t. i was just drunk and jealous and really fucking stupid” he blabbered on, his hands shaking as he tried to defend himself.

“jealous?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowing together as he nodded his head shamefully.

“of you and that stupid pogue.”

“jj?!”

he seemed to visibly retract from your words, his eyes narrowing as he bit the inside of his cheek.

“yeah, him.”

“so you acted the way you did...because of jj?” you slowly asked, his eyebrows knitting together as he stared at you.

“i didn’t mean it, y/n...” he frowned, his face dropping slightly as you waited for him to continue, “please give me another chance, i’ll show you how sorry i am—how much you mean to me.”

it was quiet for a good minute as your thoughts swarmed your mind for a response.

“rafe...”

“y/n, please.”

another minute went by, the only sound coming from the waves crashing along the shore.

“fine.”

IT had been five months since you forgave rafe, and things were honestly going better than you had expected.

after that morning on the beach he took you out on a proper date—ending in him walking you back to your house and even stealing a kiss.

he even stopped starting fights with jj and the other pogues, wanting you to know that he was better than that.

“WHAT do you want to watch?” rafe asked while flipping through channels, one hand holding the remote while the other rested on the small of your back.

“m’not sure, you can pick.”

he hummed in response before clicking on some random channel, not really planning on watching it anyway.

he tossed the remote to the side before looking down at you, admiring your relaxed state with your arms wrapped tightly around his torso.

“you know i love you right?” he suddenly asked, his voice low and soft as he stared at you from above.

“why so gushy, rafe?” you teased, your own head angling up to see him better.

he was so beautiful.

“i’m not gushy,” he rolled his eyes, “i just wanted to remind you.”

you blushed at his words before nuzzling back into the crook of his neck, your lips kissing the delicate skin making him smile.

“i love you too, rafe.”

🏷rafe cameron taglist : @jordynsharum

a/n: could you tell i didn’t know how to end it

[kjd55]

[2:51am] 2/3

a/n: had to write this twice bc the first time my laptop died before i could save my progress😐 read part 1 here!!!!!!! part 3 will be up soon :)

warnings: this part is a little angsty/hurt but its not unbearable :)

you and vinnie layed on opposite sides of the couch in your shared living room, on tiktok.

the vibe around the apartment had changed since that night. the two of you started getting a lot closer. you even found out that he was tiktik famous (???) which shocked you.

you’d developed quite a crush on him, playfully flirting with him from time to time just for the hell of it, even though you knew you had no chance.

sometimes, you’d scroll through the comments under his videos, just to be reminded that he’d never like a girl like you. so, you settled on trying to get over him and just being friends.

“some guy asked me on a date a few days ago.” you said, interrupting the peaceful atmosphere surrounding you. vinnie paused the tiktok he was watching, and for a second he was strangely quiet. his eyes found yours, trying to see wether you were joking or not.

“that’s nice i guess,” he said, mumbling the last part before he continued watching the tiktok.

for some reason, that angered you. you kept talking. “yeah i think i might go on it. he was cute.”

he stayed silent, and continued watching tiktoks. before long, he stood up without a word and headed to his room.

                                                           it was nearly a week later, and you were getting ready for your date. the boy had suggested a coffee shop date. you were hoping he’d offer something a little more... exciting than coffee. but whatever.

since you'd informed vinnie about it, you'd hardly seen him. in fact, it seemed like vinnie was avoiding you like the plague. he’d either be at a friends house, or out at the skatepark. and any time you'd try and talk to him, he’d respond with dry answers before walking away.

but you didnt let vinnie being an asshole stop you. you needed some way to get over him, and a date with a cute boy sounded perfect. (even if it wasn’t the most ethical plan.)

you stood in front of your mirror, trying to pick a nice outfit. even if you were just going to get coffee, you still wanted to look nice.

alas, you picked an outfit. you looked better than you usually did, you thought. in fact, you liked it so much that you were thinking about taking instagram pictures later.

sighing, you took one last look in the mirror before walking out of your bedroom.

you were shocked to see vinnie in the kitchen, making food. he had music playing softly from his phone. you hadn't seen him at all the last two days. you must've made a sound, because vinnie turned around.

his eyes raked over your body. you shifted your weight from one foot to another. finally, after what felt like minutes, he spoke. “why are you so dressed up?”

that was the longest he’d spoken to you all week, and you cursed yourself for noticing that, confirming how much you liked him. “i'm going on a date. . . remember? i told you about it.”

his eyes narrowed slightly, and he leaned onto the counter, crossing his arms. “and you were serious?”

his tone felt almost mocking, and you started to get agitated. “yeah? did you think i was joking or something?” you laughed slightly. 

he shrugged. “i dont know, i just never see guys around the house.”

you felt a spike of irritation go through your body at that comment. “what the hell is that supposed to mean?” you threw your arms up into the air before they limply fell back to your sides. “and why do you care anyways?”

vinnie’s jaw clenched, before his mouth opened, then closed. 

you shook your head, not wanting to hear whatever he wanted to say. “whatever. i need to go or i’ll be late.” you walked away. you didnt know why that interaction angered you so much. it might’ve been because he all of a sudden was talking to you after giving you the cold shoulder for a week. or it couldve been because you were in love with vinnie, and he was unknowingly making fun of your way to get over him. either way, it hurt.

you hadnt realized how tense you were until you were out of the house, walking to the coffee shop, with tears welling in your eyes.

[cactus-stories]

妖怪 - Satori Tendou x Fem!Reader

Satori was used to people talking, he really was. It didn’t mean he wasn’t fazed at all, but the amount of times it happened were enough for him to learn how to tune them out. His whole life, apart from the safe haven that was volleyball, was like that, so one could imagine the surprise when the new girl stuck up to him, with such ferocity in her voice that even he was taken aback.

Angst and Fluff || Fem!Reader || Chapter 1: 3.6k words || Read it on AO3

Chapter 2: here!

Chapter 3: on the way!!

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You walk through the school in a hurry, trying not to be late, your next class was going to start in 10 minutes, and you still didn’t know how to navigate around the gigantic campus. Coming from your old school, the big buildings and multitude of club rooms made your head spin.

Of course, getting into such a respected school was great, but you were already missing the simplicity and the cozy feeling that Johzenji irradiated. Shiratorizawa seemed too big for cozy feelings, and especially too empty since your best friend wasn’t there with you. Terushima got ecstatic when you said you were going to Shiratorizawa in your second year, but you both knew there was a bittersweet feeling behind his words.

You guys promised to text each other everyday, and you were already spamming him with desperate messages about the size of the new school and how everyone looked so much more refined than you.

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To: TeruTeru [07:50am]

I’m so lost help me 🙂🙂

From: TeruTeru [07:50am]

chibi-chan how tf

To: TeruTeru [07:50am]

Have u seen this school???

To: TeruTeru [07:51am]

TERUSHIMA THERE ARE HORSES HERE WHERE AM I?!?!?!

From: TeruTeru [07:51am]

wait what?!

To: TeruTeru [07:51am]

Exactly

To: Teruteru [07:51am]

Wait, there’s someone coming to talk to me brb

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“Hey! You’re new here, right?” a girl with short, black hair asks you. “What’s your class? I can help you get there.”

“Oh, I’m in class 2, I’m a 2nd year.” you smile, relieved that someone is offering to help you out. “Do you have any idea where that might be?”

“Yeah, I got you, it’s my sister’s class too. I’m Higuchi Minako, and you are?”

Telling her your name, you let the girl guide you to the main building, talking about her sister and making sure to point out where the cafeteria is on your way there, stopping in front of the doors of a classroom with the small 2-2 sign.

Higuchi motioned to a small black-haired girl inside the class, making her get up and go towards both of you. She introduced you to each other, saying that she was her little sister, Higuchi Fujiko. The younger one looked you up and down, smiling politely and inviting you to come inside, while Minako waved at you happily, leaving for her own class.

“So, where did you come from?” Fujiko asked, taking her seat and motioning to the seat in front of her. “This one’s free, by the way, though you’ll have to sit next to the Youkai.”

“The what?!” you ask, a bit scared, glancing at the empty seat next to yours. “What do you mean a youkai?!”

“You’ll get it when you see him. It’s scary to even think that we’re in the same class as that.” she snickered, covering her mouth with her hand and letting out a gasp as she watched the door behind you open.

You turned to look at who had entered, seeing a boy your age, his bright red hair styled in a way that made it look spiky and soft at the same time, he was way taller than you, with lanky members that moved somewhat graciously as he sat on the seat on your right, his arms on the desk in front of him and his head resting on them, ready to take a nap. Your gaze went back to the door, trying to understand why Fujiko made that shocked noise for.

“So… you were talking about a youkai, are you sure you’re okay? Please tell me aren’t having some kind of weird hallucination.” you put your hands in front of her face, worried.

You hear the boy next to you let out a dry chuckle, turning his face the other way, his shoulders slumping a bit. Fujiko is looking at you in a weird way, while you still look at her with a worried expression, her gaze shifting to the boy next to you with what looked like a disgusted expression before turning back to you.

Luckily for you, the teacher enters the class right this moment, greeting the class and going to his desk, you turn to the black-haired girl, but she seemed to be somewhat annoyed with you, turning her head away to look at her other friends as you take your stuff out of your bag, noticing you forgot an eraser.

"Excuse me" you turn to the redhead next to you, hearing someone behind you let out a silent gasp. "I forgot my eraser, c-could you lend me one?"

"Sure…" he looked at you with a puzzled expression before opening his pencil case and grabbing a small eraser with a penguin character on it.

"Bad Badtz-Maru!" you say to yourself, happily taking the eraser from his hand and turning your attention back to class.

You could still hear whispers behind you, not quite grasping what they were saying and honestly not caring that much, deciding to focus on taking notes about the subject in class and doodling on the borders of the page mindlessly.

And then, it finally hit you. The "youkai" that Fujiko was talking about moments before was the cute guy next to you. Turning to look at him, you got even more confused, he looked nice, even if his features were a bit unusual, and he was pretty chill with you, so why would they call him such a mean name?

As the class ended, you quickly collected your stuff, putting the penguin eraser on the redhead's desk and turning to Fujiko. The girl ignored you completely, turning away to talk to her friends once again, leaving you confused in your seat.

Picking up your phone, you decided to text your friend again as you walked to the vending machine, Fujiko didn't seem to be happy with you, and you craved something sweet and some fresh air.

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To: TeruTeru [10:30am]

We're on break finally

To: TeruTeru [10:30am]

So apparently there's a guy that seats next to me in class

From: TeruTeru [10:31am]

yeah? that's how classrooms work??

To: TeruTeru [10:31am]

I'm gonna ignore this and keep going with my story

To: TeruTeru [10:31am]

ANYWAY my classmates kept calling him a youkai, saying they're scared of him and stuff, but like???? He's so pretty???? TeruTeru help

From: TeruTeru [10:31am]

prettier than me??

To: TeruTeru [10:31am]

Just please let me finish my story I’m begging you

From: TeruTeru [10:31am]

maybe he has a shit personality who knows

To: TeruTeru [10:32am]

He was pretty chill with me, so I dunno

To: TeruTeru [10:32am]

And the girls stopped talking to me after I asked him for an eraser so like :))))

From: TeruTeru [10:32am]

well it's their loss honestly

From: TeruTeru [10:33am]

just out of curiosity, what's the guy like? 👀👀

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You describe the guy to your friend, getting to the vending machine and pushing a random button, there weren’t many candies you disliked, so you found it more fun to get something random.

A blue package with the KitKat logo fell down, “Watermelon, huh?” you think to yourself, opening the packaging and taking a bite. “Not bad" . Walking back to class, you get startled by a row of notifications making your phone buzz.

Taking it out of your pocket, you see a string of messages from Terushima, talking about how he thought he sounded familiar, followed by him saying that “of course he looks familiar, he’s on the Shiratorizawa volleyball team!!!” and a bunch of random emojis to get your attention.

You answer the text quickly with an “oh, nice” and go back to class, throwing the chocolate wrapping in the trash and getting to your seat. Fujiko and her friends are still not looking at you, turning to the redhead for a bit and whispering to themselves, so you decide to ignore them too, focusing on your school work as best as you can.

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The school day went on without any main events, you didn’t talk to many people, apart from meeting Minako for lunch, making her company as her younger sister went with her friends and her classmates finished a project they had.

You thought about asking if she knew anything about the guy in your class, but that would probably come out as a bit creepy, so you guys just chatted about school subjects and random stuff about yourselves before it was time to go back to class.

And now, you were making your way back to your dorm, as you passed the gym, hearing the sound of volleyballs hitting the ground and people chatting happily. You remembered how watching the team practice was fun back at your old school, especially since you were able to sketch some pretty dynamic poses for the art club.

Deciding to go see if you could watch and maybe sketch a bit, you saw some people already watching from the bleachers. You sit at the back row, getting a good view of the court, but not standing out much, and sit down to sketch.

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To: TeruTeru [03:10pm]

I’m watching them practicing volleyball, trying to get some nice poses like I used to do back at Johzenji

To: TeruTeru [03:10pm]

Hope I don’t get a serve to the face, but they’re a famous team, right?  So I’m doubting it’d happen

From: TeruTeru [03:12pm]

already replacing us, huh? I’ll remember that 👀👀

To: TeruTeru [03:12pm]

Shouldn’t you be at practice, Mr. Captain?

From: TeruTeru [03:13pm]

fUCK

From: TeruTeru [03:13pm]

Coach Anabara is gonna kill me

To: TeruTeru [03:13pm]

RIP in peace 😔😔

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You watched the team finish stretching and, as Terushima had said, you noticed a familiar redhead in the middle of them. Even for player standards, he was one of the tallest ones there, only smaller than Ushiwaka.

Tapping your pencil on the page, you thought about where to start, maybe you could sketch the white-haired setter: He was already practicing his tosses and it would make for a nice warmup sketch. You put your earbuds on, playing a random playlist of yours and starting to work.

You ended up liking the sketch a lot, moving on to sketch their libero. This went on for a good while, and before you noticed it was almost 5pm and you had at least 3 pages of sketches done.

Closing your sketchbook, you finally make your way to your dorm, the first day of school was pretty chill, and you didn’t get any homework, so you could just take a shower and spend the rest of the day reading or browsing the internet as you usually do. You weren’t in any school clubs yet, but maybe you could go for the art club or even try out something like photography.

Being in class 2 made scheduling stuff easier, since you didn’t have subjects that were that advanced. It’s not that you weren’t capable of going to higher classes, but it didn’t seem worth it to spend most of your day studying even outside of school, so you opted for an easier program.

You thought about the day, and about how you heard people talk about your classmate (Terushima told you his name was Tendou Satori), they were usually commenting on his appearance, using names as “monster” and “youkai” even when he was around.

Not even the people watching the team practice refrained from making such comments, and it was starting to rub you the wrong way. Don’t get it wrong, the guy could be a terrible person somehow, but at least to you he was polite and you were starting to suspect it didn’t have anything to do with his personality at all.

And then there was the fact that the only people you interacted with that talked about him in such a way were pretty much outcasting you, so you knew they couldn’t really be trusted in their judgement after all.

Deciding to leave these thoughts aside, you went to bed.

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Time passed by pretty quickly, you didn’t make many friends, sticking to Minako and her friends from her class, it wasn’t bad per say, but they weren’t your friends, you guys just hung out together because of Minako.

Surprisingly, the person in your class that you interacted the most was the redhead next to you, and it was mostly you saying a quick “good morning” to him before going to your seat, hearing scoffs or getting weird looks every single time.

It was starting to piss you off.

And there’s where you find yourself. It was monday, almost two weeks after the whole incident with Fujiko, and you got to class a bit earlier than usual, seeing as you pulled an all-nighter the night before to finish reading the newest chapters for Komi-san¹ .

That’s why, when you got to class that morning, half-asleep and moved only by energy drinks and hate, and saw Fujiko and some other people around Tendou’s desk, writing random offenses and drawing stupid stuff, something in you snapped.

“Oh, my fucking god, don’t you guys have anything better to do?!” you exclaimed, loudly throwing your bag at your seat, next to them. “What did this guy even do to you that you feel the need to be such assholes?”

“W-What do you mean?” Fujiko asked, taking a step back, the people around the desk doing the same thing as you got closer. You may be small, but the way you talked, with such anger and made you look so much more threatening. “Have you ever seen him? He’s a creep.”

“Are you serious, right now?” barking those words at the girl, you stepped closer to her. “The only creeps here are you guys, writing shit on other people’s desks and talking about them like they aren’t even there. Are you really that miserable to depend on someone else’s sadness to feel good about yourselves?! Get out of my face.”

Before she could say anything, you turned around to go back to your seat, still annoyed at them, but there wasn’t much else you could do without getting yourself in detention or something worse, you’d have to cope by ranting to Terushima about them or something.

Instead of your seat, you saw someone standing right behind you. Their height made them tower over you, you looked up, praying to all of the gods above that it wasn’t who you thought it was. Wide crimson eyes looked at you, and you could see the shock in the redhead’s face when he looked at you.

Fuck.

He heard everything, didn’t he?

You looked at each other, wide-eyed, for a second, before hearing the teacher greet the class with a “good morning”, and you went past the guy, going to your seat and trying to focus on anything that wasn’t the boy next to you.

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Satori was used to people talking, he really was. It didn’t mean he wasn’t fazed at all, but the amount of times it happened were enough for him to learn how to tune them out. Just listen to music, don’t make eye contact, ignore the stuff that’s written in your desk, pretend like you didn’t even notice they were there.

It was a system that worked , it had to, or else he’d go insane. Of course some things struck a nerve, those were harder to ignore, to pretend like they didn’t hurt, but he managed. His whole life, apart from the safe haven that was volleyball, was like that, so one could imagine the surprise when the new girl stuck up to him, with such ferocity in her voice that even he was taken aback.

His day started the same as ever, he woke up at 6:00am, brushed his teeth, ate a fruit salad, got into his uniform and headed to the gym, ready for morning practice.  They took a bit more time that day getting everything settled, but by 7:55am he had already showered and put on his normal uniform, heading to class.

He was almost there, mentally getting ready for the school day, when he heard an unfamiliar voice. No that he never heard it before, by any means, but never in that way. Normally he heard it in a soft-spoken tone, never more than a few words at a time, but now... now it was spitting out full sentences in a tone that would make even the toughest shounen character bow down and apologize.

Stepping into the classroom, he needed a second to process the scene in front of him. The new student, a girl that couldn’t have more than 1,50m, was standing in front of his desk, telling almost half of their classmates off for something that he wasn’t entirely sure of, until he noticed that they all had pencils in their hands.

Oh, that again.

“The only creeps here are you guys!” the girl spit out, hands closed into fists next to her body. “Writing shit on other people’s desks and talking about them like they aren’t even there! Are you really that miserable to depend on someone else’s sadness to feel good about yourselves?! Get out of my face.”

Satori watched as the girl turned around to go back to her seat, the anger in her eyes slowly dissipating into something more like embarrassment as she noticed the boy right behind her, her head tilting upwards a little bit so she would be able to look him in the face.

The girl had a shocked expression on her face, and looked like she was about to say something, when the teacher entered the classroom, greeting everyone with a “good morning” . He watched the girl walk past him to her seat, and decided to just sit down and worry about it later.

Except he couldn’t focus on class at all , what was that?!

The redhead  didn’t hear any whispers or anyone commenting about him at all for the entire period, and that was strange, to say the least, but it was also kind of comforting in a way, especially when he noticed the reason no one had said a word yet was probably the murderous aura surrounding the usually calm and polite girl next to him.

He wanted to thank the girl for the whole thing,  he really did, it wasn't his fault she practically bolted out of the classroom as soon as class was over. Satori humoured the idea of trying to catch up to her, but he feared that it would probably scare her, and he had to go to practice, so the thanks would have to wait.

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The next morning, Satori ended up passing by the girl on his way to practice, finding it a bit weird that she'd be going to class an hour earlier than needed, but he figured she'd started a club or something, so that didn't stay in his mind for long.

She did, though. As he finished practice and excused himself a few minutes earlier than usual, heading to the lockers and searching for the one where he saw the girl earlier, she didn't leave his mind. The redhead wanted to do something to thank her for the other day, deciding to put one of his best truffles and a small note on her locker, taking care not to bring any attention to himself.

He would never admit, but he was a bit nervous, what if he came out as creepy? What if she was already regretting sticking up to him yesterday and decided to make fun of him like the rest of them? It's not like it never happened to him before, but he didn't want to risk it again.

Still kind of freaking out, the redhead decided to go to class, heading to his seat and noticing the girl wasn't there yet. He sat down, feeling like something was off, until he looked down at his desk.

It was spotless. Not a single pencil stroke  on it.

Satori was sure his heart was about to beat out of his chest, and he had to try not to let his emotions show as much as he could, still looking at the  wooden desk in a mesmerized way, letting out a small smile.

At the same time, the girl entered the class, the small box and the note in her hands, heading to her seat with a shy smile on her face.

"Good morning." she waved at him, opening her textbook and turning to the whiteboard again.

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The fight you had with your classmates the day before was still bugging you, and you knew that there was only one thing that you could do that would put your mind at ease, even if it meant waking up way earlier than usual and heading to the school a good while before classes started.

Cleaning Tendou's desk was a tedious job, the terrible stuff written there annoying you to no end, but watching it disappear as you scrubbed the pencil strokes was pretty satisfying.

You only stopped when the desk was looking as clean as the others, and only then you started to worry. What if it came off as creepy? Would Tendou be annoyed that you're intruding in his personal business? But how could you keep quiet and watch people talk about him like that when he was nothing but nice to you?

Shaking your head, you looked at the clock on the classroom wall, 07:50am , there were already other students getting into class, some of them gave you weird looks, even whispering to themselves. And then, you realized, your stuff was still in your locker! Running out of the class, you sped to your locker.

Stopping in front of the metal box, you noticed there was something inside that wasn’t there before, something was shining inside the locker. You opened the small door, seeing a small box with a note on top of it. Weird , you thought, taking the note, I wonder what that is …