#counselor for students near me

[robo-writing]

Sometimes I sit here and think about baby Logan, you know the one from the first X-men movie? With the grey hoodie? Yeah that baby Logan. Anyway, I think about Deadpool pulling worst Logan into more time shinaganen shit and of course worst Logan’s gf (who was his gf in his last universe but of course died during the attack, but this one either never met her universe Logan or something) and somehow, she runs into baby first Xmen Logan wearing the grey hoodie and running around clueless as where the hell he is, until he bumps into a surprisingly pretty woman who for some reason is cooing over him and calling him a precious baby,(and did she just pspspspsps at me?? I’m not a fucking cat? No the hair doesn’t look like cat ears?! The hell wrong with you lady?!) and he only gets her name before a older version of him in a gaudy yellow suit shows up to grab her and take her away, grumbling about having to keep track of two overgrown toddlers while a mouthy guy in a red leather suit says some stupid shit before following after the older version of Logan into some strange portal. Of course soon after baby Logan gets found by Xavier and when he ask who the woman named y/n is, Xavier just looks at him confused. (Of course perhaps that Logan will meet y/n a few years down the road, or he never sees her again, a shame really, she was quiet a looker, despite being so weird, he can stand being called a baby or a kitten by her again)

Waking up in a strange building is one thing, but walking out of an elevator to find a woman starting him down is another—especially when she keeps calling him kitty.

“Oh my god, look at you! You’re so young!” Her voice is high-pitched, oohing and ahhing at him like some kind of attraction. Maybe it’d piss him off more if you didn’t look so cute doing it.

“Cute lil kitten aren’t you? And your ears are so fluffy!”

You reach up to touch his hair, and he would grab your hand if someone else didn’t already beat him to it.

A gaudy yellow suit is the first thing he sees, then—what the fuck?

“Doll, I told you not to go wandering off,” the stranger says, and it’s now that his day goes from bizarre to fucking impossible because he’s staring at himself. Older, sure, but his voice, his body, damn near everything—

“Oh peanut! It’s time to go!” Says another man in a bright red jumpsuit, and he can hear the other man groan in response.

“Alright, you heard him.”

“Aw,” you complain, following after the two of them. “Wanted to pet him before we go.”

You wave to the younger man behind you, giving him a wink along with your name. “Come find me when you’re all grown up kitty! I’ll be waiting for you!”

“Wait—!”

His words fall on deaf ears, the trio disappearing soon after in a yellow doorway. His jaw drops, unsure of what just happened was real or if he’s just high as a fucking kite.

After a couple of introductions and many confused glances, he finds out that the three people he met are not students or professors, and that no one in the room had ever seen them before. Years pass along with many, many, life changing events and his odd welcome party becomes a memory of the past.

That is, until he finds out Charles has hired a new school counselor, and she looks just a bit too similar to be a coincidence. Once he gets over the shock he extends his hand, to which you accept.

“Names Logan.” He says, and you give yours in return, the same name you gave him all those years ago. It’s now that you point to his hair with a small smile.

“Do you style your hair or does it always come out like that?”

His eyebrow raises, unsure of the line of questioning. “Not really? Why do you ask?”

You open your mouth, then close it with a shake of your head. “Forget it, you’re gonna think it’s silly.”

“Oh yeah?” Logan replies. “Try me.”

You bite your lip, debating on whether you should speak, eventually choosing to bite the bullet. “Well, it’s just that your hair kinda looks like ears. Y’know, like a cat.”

His chuckle is instant, evolving into a laugh. You’re getting more and more nervous, afraid you said something wrong until his hand gives you a good pat on the shoulder.

“Y’know, you’re the second girl to tell me that,” he muses, leaning in close. “But come to think of it, ‘kitty’ has a better ring to it, don’tcha think?”

[queers-gambit]

When The World Seems So Cruel

prompt: ( requested ) Billy knows something's bothering his girl, so, he follows his instincts and checks on her - family, friends, and slutty cheerleaders in bikinis be damned.

pairing: Billy Hargrove x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Stranger Things

word count: 5.1k+

warnings: cursing, smut 'cause why not, boys being assholes 'cause they're losers, misogyny, toxic / abusive / neglectful family, description of background violence, angst, did Cherry really write it if there wasn't a helluva lot of projection and need for revocation of internet access?

"Miss Cahill? I'm sorry to interrupt," you half-smiled at your math professor, "but I was just wondering if you still had my test? I never got mine back."

"Right," she cleared her throat, glancing around your body to see most of the class empty at that point. "I wanted to talk to you about that," she paused to pull out your test from a manilla folder. "I was very shocked to grade this under your name, honey, you're usually such a well-focused and high-achievin' student, I mean, you're on track for the Nat Scholarship! So, to see this... Was shockin', it's... Not your best work," she winced, handing the packet over.

You blinked in shock, frowning as anxiety mounted in your chest when you saw the glaring F in red marker. You mumbled in embarrassment, "I guess I've just been off my game..."

"Honey," Miss Cahill sighed in her light country accent, leaning on her desk with both fists so your eyes met hers, "I can always tell when one of my students is goin' through somethin' at home."

You froze, shaking your head, "No, no, it's not... It's not so bad."

"What's goin' on?"

You shrugged, "I've just been... Really tired," you decided on excusing, hoping beyond hope it was enough.

It wasn't, of course it wasn't. Miss Cahill just sighed and offered, "I can let you retake the test next week - but only after you go see the guidance counselor."

"Right... Um, yeah, okay, yeah, sounds good; um, thanks, Miss Cahill."

You made an escape, distracted by the third failing test you received this week; nearly barreling straight into a meaty, solid chest. "Woah, hey, no need to run 'round lookin' for the man of your dreams, I'm right here, doll," Billy teased, hands grabbing your upper arms to steady you. "What's got you inna rush, baby? You know I pick you up after this class."

You smiled in brief distraction, "Yeah, sorry, baby, I was just thinking about this essay coming up. Hi," you offered, stretching up on your toes to kiss him in greeting. "How're you?"

He half-smirked, "I'm good, you know Mr. Brunson's got a stick up his ass as usual."

"Mhm. As usual, and totally has nothing to do with you provoking him," you teased, latching onto his waist as you shoved your test deep in your shoulder-bag. You neared his locker, and you managed to choke out, "Hey, um... Y-You wanna get outta here?"

Billy offered you a look of mild confusion, smirking with a strange laugh, "You wanna ditch school?"

"Maybe."

"Why?"

"I'm just tired," you offered meekly, "I feel like I haven't slept in a week."

Billy lead you up to his locker, hand on your waist to keep you close as he mused, "This feels like a setup."

"It's not, I promise."

He yanked the metal door open, "Uh-huh. You told me when I met you that I'd have to practically kidnap you to get you to skip class. Huh? 'Member all that? All them lectures you gave me 'bout the importance of goin' t'class if I wanna do anything after this shithole?"

"Yeah, but things change, Bee."

Billy's face dropped, shoving his books into his open locker before turning, leaning his shoulder on the locker next to his, arms crossed as he stared at you. "What's wrong?" He questioned sharply.

"Billy, I'm just tired."

"No, it's something else. What's wrong? What's goin' on?"

You sighed, "You know what? It's okay, nevermind, I actually promised Eddie that I'd help him make those banners for SGA during lunch today, so," you glanced around, "I'm gonna go."

"Nah, baby, hol' up, I ain't mean - "

"I know, handsome," you promised softly, nodding as you reached for his waist to give a squeeze and keep him close. "I just forgot I told a friend I'd help them out, so, I'll just see you after, yeah?"

One hand rose to pet over your cheek, sighing, "You sure you're good? You don't look okay, sugar."

"I'm good," you nodded, deflating into his embrace and hearing him chuckle. "I'm just stretched thin this week, probably shouldn't make promises to my delinquent friends with all the college drama to worry about."

"What'd Munson do this time to only get banner-duty? Huh?"

"Probably got caught skipping or something," you mumbled against his pectoral; inhaling the scent of his mall-bought cologne and finding it a refreshing change from the CVS-brand he used when you first met. "School did something right by makin' everyone in detention serve the SGA for all their shit."

"Definitely got me to shape up," he joked, pecking the top of your head before finishing, "but I mostly missed out on time with you."

"Hey... I was thinking, maybe I can come over this weekend? Keep Max company, maybe keep Neil at bay? Can have a sleepover, too, if you want."

Now Billy's head cocked and his expression hardened, "The fuck you wanna come over for? You know how tense shit gets - "

"Billy."

"Nah, you're not makin' sense, pretty girl," he snapped, pulling back to stare down at you. "What's going on with you? You don't wanna be at home or something? The fuck's goin' on that's so bad you'd rather be at my place?"

You felt tongue tied, but the bell rang shrilly and literally saved you from needing to answer. "Shit, I gotta run, baby. I'll find you later, okay?" You promised, lifting onto your toes to kiss him, promising, "I love you."

He frowned, grumbling, "Yeah, love you, too." He watched you vacate the hall, his mind basically going blank to all other thought beside you. The entire lunch period, he sat on the hood of his car, chain smoking, wondering where he went wrong; what he did to upset you; what could be going on and most importantly, why you couldn't say anything to him about it.

However, after lunch, Billy found you in the library's designated SGA room and thought you appeared ten times as relaxed, laughing with Eddie Munson. When the punk caught Billy's eye, he nodded in respect; gesturing for you to look, and your head turned with a smile. You parted from Eddie and trotted up to Billy, feeling relieved when he grabbed you in a possessive hold; searing his lips to yours.

"Hi," you giggled.

"You seem happy."

"Kinda hard to be in a bad mood around Eddie."

"I can see," he lead you away. He wanted to bring back up about whatever was bothering you, but didn't; fearing ruining your joyful mood. Instead, his fingers just tangled with yours and you entered history together.

What should've been a decently peaceful class turned into a state of confusion for you and Billy when the intercom kicked on, the front office asking for your presence with the principal. Billy glared at the speaker box as you cast him a look of doubt, both confused by the summons; being all too used to them calling his name instead. All of history passed miserably; Billy alone without his favorite person to keep him on track and becoming antsy the longer you were gone. When you didn't return by the end of class, he grabbed anything you left and begrudgingly went to the last two classes of the day.

When the final bell rang, Billy waited for you at his car for a solid 25 minutes with several cigarettes being burned, but when you still didn't show, he grew worried. So, he stored everything in his Camaro, not needing to worry about his sister because Max got a ride home with her new bestie, Jane, and her father, Jim Hopper, and stormed through the school. Anger radiated off his very being, nearly stomping his steps, and just before he got to the front lobby, he saw you exiting the office.

You didn't notice him at first, and for a moment, Billy thought you were going to hurl whatever was on your stomach as you held a few pieces of paper in shaking hands. "Baby," he called your attention, finding your eyes light up at the sight of him. "The hell's goin' on? You were gone the rest of the day, I got worried."

"Yeah, it was some shit wrong with my college applications, but we got it straightened out," you lied, stepping into his embrace. "I'm sorry I worried you, handsome."

He met your lips in a kiss, promising, "Not your fault. C'mon, day's over, our weekend can start once we get the hell outta here."

"Hmm," you hummed dreamily. "Lemme go to my locker and we can get gone."

Billy didn't mind waiting, and when you were done at your locker, he escorted you to his car; only a few students still lingering after hours. He opened your passenger door, winking at you, then quickly jogged to his side and slid in. "C'mere," he breathed, reaching for your cheek instantly; hand sliding along the back of your neck and bringing you in close.

You moaned when Billy's lips molded to yours; all but instantly salivating when his tongue tangled with your own in a messy dance. You had a few rules about PDA, especially in school; but being in his car was neural territory and Billy needed a way to expel his neediness. Praising God for making today steadily warm and that you wore a skirt, you were ready to cry when Billy's hand came down to grip the meat of your thigh.

"Billy," you rushed when his hand traveled under your skirt to ghost over your panties.

"Nobody's here t'watch," he smirked. "C'mon, lemme do this for you, pretty girl. You don't wanna go home yet, right? Ain't got some curfew?"

"Nope," you surged forward to slam your lips to his, moaning when his hand now confidently pet your panties as your legs spread all the wider to encourage him.

"Good girl," he praised quickly, skimming the apex of your thigh to hook your panties and pull them to the side. "Mhm," he hummed with a cocky smirk, "I knew you liked getting fucked in public. Feel how fuckin' wet you are - shit, Goddamn."

You mewled; tension mounting as you tightened up from the stoking pleasure. "Billy - " You gasped when he plunged his fingers into your cunt, easily sliding in due to your arousal. "Ohhh, fuck," you breathed, eyes shut and mouth agape in pleasure, "needed this - needed this so bad. Just needed you."

"You'll get so much more, baby."

You whimpered, "Now, please. Please, please, please."

He smirked, "Wanna get in the back or ride me, princess? Huh? Tell me what you need."

Your eyes locked with his as you thought it over, but then, you smirked as you readjust the passenger seat and turned so your ass was propped up. It gave him a full view of your messy cunt; panties askew from his previous motions and fluid rubbed all around. Billy reached out with one hand to plunge his pointer and middle finger back into your core, the other wrangling open his belt, button, and jean zipper in frantic movements.

He shimmied from the garments and sat up, following your lead in adjusting his seat. He instantly mounted behind you over the center console, licking his palm and stroking his himself to life as he drug his cockhead up and down your wetness.

Billy reached out to move your panties once more, line himself up, and plunge full-hilt. You gasped and grunted, letting yourself be shoved forward a little to catch on the seat; Billy hissing between his teeth as your warmth enveloped him in a sticky-wetness. "Hang on, doll, ah, fuck, there we go," he chuckled, readjusting his position before starting to move his hips to create the most delicious friction.

"Fuuuuck, Billy!" You whined when he held both your hips with only one hand keeping your panties to the side.

"Needed this, too," he chuckled. "Good girl, fuckin' taking me so well. You'd let me do anything, wouldn't you? Fuck you however I want to, huh? Yeah," he lifted one hand to smack the meat of your bottom, creating a ripple; liking the way you twitched and delivered two more, finishing, "I know my pretty baby would let me do whatever I fucking wanted with her - " he clenched his teeth, hips punctuating his words, "'cause she was fuckin' made for me."

"Yes," you moaned, mind blank from all the previous drama of your day; ready to weep like a bitch in heat, "anything, baby, yes, yes, yes, anything you want."

"Good girl," he laughed ruefully; picking up the pace to fuck you outta your mind as he ensured you felt every throbbing vein of his engorged cock. He chased his own orgasm as you were charged with your own; hand reaching for your clit to start applying pressure in tight circles. "Let me cum in you, sweetheart. C'mon, baby, tell me I can cum in you - in this pretty pussy - in my pretty pussy - lemme fuckin' cum in you."

"Billy, fuck - yes, baby, yes! Yes, harder, please, fuck me harder and you can cum wherever you want."

"Even your ass?"

"Yes, Daddy, yes, anything you want! Fuck my ass full of your cum, please, fuck, I need it! Whatever you want, I need. Please!"

Billy's golden curls stuck to his forehead and neck, entire car rocking with frantic, animalistic movements - but anyone lingering around the school to see it wasn't surprised. Billy felt like he went faster than usual, that he got a little rougher; but he was nearing his end and it was hard to keep pace. When you cried out and legs shook from your flash-bang of an orgasm, he knew you had finished and could focus on his own; never pulling out.

He'd fuck your ass later.

"Fuck!" Billy came with a shout; shooting hot, salty, opaque white ropes of cum into your quivering cunt. He stuttered his hips into the meat of your ass, balls contracting; emptying himself inside you as you relished in the feeling of his warmth flooding your lower belly. He chuckled, mocking, "Might just have to get you off that pill so I can get you fucking pregnant already."

"Whatever Daddy wants."

Billy laughed as he pulled out of you slowly, instantly turning again to crash into his driver seat. You went a little limp but managed to turn over, both panting as the windows were fogged up; but aired out when Billy rolled two down to light up his cigarette. "So," he spoke through his inhale and deep breaths, "you wanna tell me whats wrong now?"

"Hmm?"

"Why're you so distracted? Distant? Even with me?"

You felt panicked by the confrontation, resorting to your last line of defense. "Just dealing with a lot," you answered as your legs spread as wide as you could to start toying with your beaten-pussy. He watched with a stoic expression as you used your fingers to stuff his dripping-cum back inside you. "'S been stressful, guess I just had a bad day," you whined lightly, still playing.

"Fuck's sake."

"Hmm?" You feigned innocence.

"You're just askin' for it, huh?"

"Maybe," you pouted, "or maybe I just need your cum - "

"Cut it out, we gotta go," he snickered, turning the key in the ignition. "Your dad hates me enough, can't have you late for family dinner."

You went quiet as your thoughts were plagued with a screaming voice that begged Billy to just read your mind and understand what was wrong - why you were so upset, so panicked. But you knew better. So, you flipped down your skirt and readjusted yourself, sucking your fingers of his cum before letting his hand tangle with one of yours on your lap.

"Maybe you'd wanna come over tonight?" You asked softly. "Go see a movie or something?"

"You never wanna go out on Friday nights," he chuckled, but something felt terribly wrong about the notion. "You do homework and study on Friday and Sunday nights, you said it was a relationship rule, huh?"

"Things can change," you pouted.

"I told Tommy and Ryan I'd hang with them and the guys tonight," Billy spoke slowly. "But I can cancel if you - "

"No, no, don't," you shook your head, "go see your friends. 'Cause I'll see you in the morning, right?"

"Right."

"And I can stay the night... Right?"

Billy nodded, "Anytime you want, baby, yeah."

"Okay, cool," you spoke softly, deflating in his seat when he pulled up to your house. "Um..." You stared up at the home as if it were haunted. "Do you wanna come in for a little?"

His head tilted and brows furrowed, "I have to pick up Max from Hopper's, remember?"

"Right!" You gaped, but didn't move.

"What's wrong?" He asked with a hardened tone, making you gulp lightly. "You don't wanna go in?"

"I could, like, just go with you?"

"Baby, the fuck's going on? Know I hate repeating myself and shit, so just fucking tell me - maybe I can fucking help."

"Nothing, no, it's just, it's nothing, I'm sorry, I just - I'm sorry," you chuckled. "Guess I'm PMSing and feel clingy or something."

He only hummed as you leaned over to kiss him in parting. Both promised you love each other before you got out, jogging up the driveway and opening the front door; pausing to wave at him and then disappear in the house.

"Yo, dickhead! Hey! Grab me a beer!" Tommy Hagan called to Ryan Sheen as he went to rummage in his uncle's basement fridge. "And grab Billy one, too!"

"Nah, I'm good," Billy refused, glancing at the can in his hand. It was still half-full. He didn't feel like drinking after having time to sit and think about your behavior the past few days, worrying about you more than he wanted to get drunk.

"What?" Tommy laughed obnoxiously, smacking his teeth after. "You don't want a second? What's wrong with you, got some test you gotta study for?" He laughed at his own joke. In Tommy H.'s mind, only fucking losers study on Friday nights.

"Nah," Billy eased, setting his can down as he felt his irritation flare. He was annoyed at Tommy, sure, but also by the idea that something was wrong with you and you didn't trust him enough to say anything. "I actually gotta go, you guys," Billy stood.

"What?" Now Ryan scoffed, slapping a can of beer to Tommy's open hand. "You're not serious, dude! We've only been here, fuckin' what? Half an hour, bro!" He sucked his teeth in annoyance, rolling his eyes, "C'mon, we were going to Alicia's pool party tonight - you're supposed to give us a ride! The fuck's more important than the slutty cheerleaders in bikinis?"

"That Maria chick's been all over you, too," Tommy laughed. "You can't tell us a single thing that's better than Maria Thomas, all soaped up, in that tiny bikini she wore for the car wash. It's all our wet dreams come to life, Billy, you can't seriously consider missing that!"

"Not everybody's desperate to see Maria's tit-job. You know what? Whatever, man, I gotta go see my girl," he tugged his jean jacket on, tugging his blonde curls out of the collar.

Ryan rolled his eyes as Tommy laughed, "No way. Nuh-uh. You're seriously going to fuckin' ditchin' us for that chick?"

"Man, fuck you, guys, I'm ditching your dumbasses for my girl," Billy snapped. "Better what your fucking mouths and how you talk about her."

"Whatever, man. You're just whipped."

"She got you on some leash or some shit? Got you on a curfew like she's your mommy?" Ryan rolled his eyes, groaning, "Seriously, dude, we only see you at practice now!"

"Look, I just know something's up with her, so, I gotta check on - "

"So, what!? She ain't even tell you why she's pissed off? C'mon, man, that is such a stupid fuckin' tactic chicks use to get guys to go crawling back to their spoiled asses! Bitches do the pettiest shit to get us to suck up to them and shit."

Billy turned and easily caught Tommy by the collar of his shirt before he could even let go of his beer can, slamming the loudmouth into the wall as the aluminum can clattered. Ryan and the two other irrelevant guys left in the basement could only freeze, knowing Billy Hargrove's aggression and not wanting to become part of the receiving end.

"I told you to watch your fucking mouth," Billy seethed.

"Fuck offuva me!" Ryan pushed Billy's arms off. "She's just some bitch, bro, you've already fucked most of the school - what's so different with her?"

Billy scoffed, nodding in amusement as he backed off a few steps. "You know? If I wanna go hang with my girl instead of you deadbeat dickheads, 's exactly what I'm gonna do. Not my fault y'all ain't shit and don't know what it means to keep a chick happy."

"Fuck off, Billy! You're so fucking pussy whipped!" Tommy barked. "Ditching us for that crybaby! Dude, it's not even real! She didn't even tell you whatever she's all upset about! You just had a feeling, so, just sit the fuck down, finish your drink, down a fuckin' second beer, and then let's go to the party! See some bitches that are actually worth seeing!"

Billy shook his head, "I ever hear y'all talkin' about my girl like this again," he chuckled dryly, "might be the last time y'all can even form words. Fuck yourselves," he sneered.

Billy didn't hesitate to storm out of the room, ignoring their jeers and sneers about him being "pussy whipped" and all their complaints about him skipping out on being their ride to "the hottest party of the year." The door slammed behind him, rattling a few windows; making a beeline for his Camaro and pausing at the trunk. He found a pair of your sports shoes you'd eventually need, grabbed them in a white-knuckle grip, then got in the driver's seat and peeled away.

When Billy got to your house, he noticed the lights in your bedroom were barely turned on; knowing you didn't like overhead lighting and probably had a string of lights plugged in. On the contrary, the rest of the house seemed wide awake - every single downstairs light turned on. He grabbed your shoes and his school books (left in his backseat) and got out of his parked car, approach the front door, and paused when a barrage of voices suddenly met his ears. He froze.

The screams were full of hate, and while he couldn't make out distinct words, he heard both your mother and father's elevated voices. It was relentless, it was full of anger and hate and confusion and accusations and Billy wasn't sure how long he stood there with his fist raised. With a deep breath, Billy finally knocked at the door... Then again... Then again... And again, using the metal knocker to bang rapidly. He heard the voices lower and stopped knocking; taking a step back, then waited with his best look of indifferent innocence.

When the door ripped open, Billy was greeted by your angry-looking mother, who didn't look at who was at the door when she snarled, "What the fuck do you want!?"

"Uh, yeah, um, hi, ma'am..." Billy waved awkwardly.

"Oh, Billy," she gasped. "Oh, honey, I'm so sorry, I didn't realize it was you, sweetie. What's wrong? What - What time - ? Do you know what time it is?"

"Yes, ma'am, I'm sorry to interrupt so late, but nothing is wrong," he assured. "I just know your daughter's a little forgetful when there's a test comin' up," he chuckled, holding up the shoes and his books, "and she promised to help me nail this essay for my college portfolio... Did I use that correctly? Portfolio? She's always tryna broaden my vocabulary," he chuckled smoothly.

She smiled warmly, another victim to his charming influence, "Sure, honey, yes, of course, it's Friday or something, right, of course you can come in. C'mon, c'mon in." She stepped out the way to let Billy enter into the foyer. "Baby Girl's just upstairs in her room," she gestured with a wine glass Billy just noticed towards the staircase as she used your childhood nickname. They paused at the grand bannister, her eyes rolling when there came the muffled pounding of a bass-line from some song turned up to the max. "She's always blasting her music now adays, it'll make her deaf," your mother scoffed, taking a long sip, then waved him up. "Go on, get up there, good luck on your essay."

"Thank you, Miss Lady," he purred with a small smirk; nodding as he then watched her retreat to the sitting room, and barely a moment later, your father was exiting the kitchen.

"Billy," he greeted stiffly, glass of scotch in hand.

"Sir," Billy replied with a nod of respect, stepping out of his shoes (per household rules) to leave your parents at the front of the house's sitting room; beginning his ascent to the second level. He'd been there before, so, locating your room was like muscle memory; knocking when he approached the door and pausing when he only heard blaring music.

Another knock, no answer. So Billy opened your door.

You were sat on the ground, back against your bed, record player spinning, and the window you faced cracked open to waft the cigarette smoke out. His heart clenched when he saw you, your sadness nearly tangible as light made your tear-tracks on your cheeks glitter. "Baby," Billy spoke softly, watching you jump in shock. "Hey, hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, I tried to knock."

You nodded absently, "Music's on."

"Yeah, 's a good song," he allotted as he shut your door securely and asked, "want it locked?"

"Doesn't lock," you answered robotically, looking back out the window.

"Can I turn the music down, baby, please? Real hard t'hear you."

You nodded and he lowered the volume - but when he did, he understood why you had it so high. Your parents could be heard arguing downstairs, and even with an entire floor between you, it was still loud. So, he turned the music up just a little, frowned, and moved beside you, grunting lightly as his tight jeans constricted while he sat.

"Can I?" He asked, pointing at the cigarette. You handed it over mutely, your usual quip of "it's may I, not can I," nowhere to be heard. After two puffs, he meant to hand it back, but instead, you just fell into his side as if all energy you had to keep you up was depleted; a nearly drowned-out whimper emitting. Billy saw the coffee mug you had been using as an ashtray and dropped the cigarette instantly, using both arms to tug you into his lap.

Billy held you in a fetal position, gently and slowly squeezing you into his chest as he needed to feel you close; and you evidently needed to feel physical love. Billy had to gulp harshly when he felt your tears soak his shirt first, then the jerking of your shoulders; quivering of your body. This long week had finally caught up.

"Baby," he sighed, kissing your forehead. And instead of asking the idiotic and repetitive 'are you okay?', Billy instead just asked in a hush, "Why didn't you tell me it was this bad?"

Through your tears, you answered in a hiccuping-hush, "I didn't want it to be real."

Billy just sighed again, pulling you in tighter so you set under his chin. He let you simply rest, he just wanted to feel close to you... But something caught his eye. About three feet from you was your slumped, turned-over backpack; spewing contents as if it had been tossed aside in a fit of rage. What was interesting, though, was the crumpled pieces of paper; at least one sporting a huge, uppercase F circled in red marker.

"Yeah?" He whispered, sighing as he wanted to bite his tongue but couldn't. "Seems real enough to fuck up your grades though, huh?"

"I can retake the tests."

"You're gonna have to study."

"I know... 'S kinda hard to study here, though. Can't really focus on anything when all that's, you know, going on."

"No shit, Sherlock."

You snorted through your tears, "Don't make me laugh, I'm sad."

He smirked, "Yeah, yeah, all right. Listen, I'll just... We'll go to the library for tonight, and after, we can go to my place. How's that?"

"Thought you weren't allowed overnight visitors?"

"I'm not, but sneakin' inna my place can't be worse than tryna focus while here, right? Gotta be better than listening to this shit."

You nodded against his neck as a distant glass shattered, making you relent, "Touché."

"C'mon," he decided, kissing your forehead again, "pack a bag, baby. You're comin' with me - don't gotta stay here. Not tonight. Gonna come stay with me."

You pulled back just enough to ask, "Yeah?"

"Yeah, pretty girl," he smirked, caressing your cheek. "Might even let you do that green face goop thing you love bothering me about."

"It's an avocado face mask, and when your skin is literally glowing, you can thank me then."

Billy grinned down at you, taking the moment to swoop down and connect your lips in a long kiss; breathing each other in. When a second shatter sounded from downstairs, you flinched away, but Billy was quick to hush, "Hey, hey, hey," and when your eyes met his, he assured, "you're safe with me. Always safe with me." You nodded, tears shining in your eyes. "And you don't ever have to hide these parts of you - not from me. Never from me. I love you, pretty girl," he whispered, "and all parts that make you exactly who you are. Family included."

"I don't deserve you," you whispered.

"Nah, what you don't deserve is dealing with this shit. So, c'mon, get a bag together. We'll come back for what you need later, but get something together for the weekend."

You thanked him with a kiss, and while you got your things together, Billy mutely reached out to examine the pages in his grasp. He sighed, noting the three different failing tests and knew he had to "step up" his "boyfriend game" if he truly wanted to help you; and for the first time, he knew, without any selfish motives, he honestly did. He figured, for all you've done for him, providing you with something akin to a safe environment was a drop in the bucket; shoving those tests back into your school bag, standing, and helping you gather the last of your necessities.

Who needed slutty cheerleaders in soaped-up bikinis when this, right here, was what true love was? Shockingly, not Billy Hargrove.

requesting rules and masterlist

Stranger Things masterlist

[t1oui]

going to school and being friends with percy jackson would be REALLY WEIRD so let's discuss it rq

he gets dropped off every day in his stepfather's car, which inexplicably has hoof prints on the hood?

the panic attacks... there's a lot of them, and nobody can even tell what's triggering them at this point

the old counselor disappears about a week into his first year at AHS (here's some cotg lore for yall) and is replaced by a weird lady who finds a way to bring percy up to every. single. student. who visits her office.

randomly disappears multiple times throughout the year

very very sea green eyes and a gray streak in his hair

once got out of the pool after swim practice and was completely dry (he insists it was a trick of the light)

the blue food obsession ofc

talks about his girlfriend annabeth all the time... even his friends are convinced it's a "my canadian girlfriend" situation bc he never calls her. he doesn't even have a PHONE

always carries around a pen in his pocket and even though it's just a shitty old ballpoint, NOBODY IS ALLOWED TO TOUCH IT. also he never uses it. ever.

every teacher has sent an email with their concerns about him to the counselor and when that doesn't work to his parents. the responses are always very awkward and vague

talks about his bio dad a lot... never explicitly negative but bro clearly has daddy issues lol

will sometimes randomly mention camp/war/gods and then brush it off like it never happened

absolutely vibrated in his seat the entirety of the greek mythology unit... told the teacher "a demigod named perseus fought ares once" and the teacher just assumes he means the og (aka the one he's named after)

that one upbeat popular guy everybody knows absolutely nothing about, his friends included

they probably have a spreadsheet with all the info they actually DO know about him

finds a way to brag about his mom in every conversation no matter how irrelevant... his friends are used to it atp

everyone's so used to seeing him smiling and laughing that when, say, he catches a younger kid being bullied, it's actually terrifying to see how angry he gets. everybody in that hallway gets chills

there's something off about him and nobody can tell what. that's just how he is

sometimes weird people in weird outfits are hanging around the school and they're ALWAYS looking for him.

every time someone asks what college he's going to he gives a different answer or straight up avoids answering so nobody actually knows

(if he says a school and someone is like "omg me too" he changes his answer right then and there lol... he's like "oh nvm i forgot i'm actually going here my bad" and the person is so confused)

nobody ever sees him working on college applications but he complains about having to do them all the time... bro is like "yeah i had to go through a sewer system but at least my girlfriend and my best friend were there" and his friends are like yo HUH

never explains anything he says

presentation night presentation = all the shittiest things my family has done and he's laughing about it but wdym your aunt kidnapped you and gave you amnesia???

sometimes he's getting fed up with a teacher or another student and a pipe randomly bursts in the school. like it's weird how often his anger ends in a plumber being called when he's nowhere near the problem

where everyone else is excited to watch a movie and chill in class, percy complains through the entirety of hercules - not just "oh this movie sucks", more like "god hercules is such a dick, idk why they made him chill in this movie"

the weirdest part is how, when percy complains about zeus being a good dad in the movie, it starts thundering outside

nobody can keep track of how many schools he's been to at this point... there's a whole section of the spreadsheet for this

when percy's friends finally meet annabeth they are SHOOK bc they truly did not think this girl was real

alright i can't think of anything else but if i DO i will add on later

[captainkirkk]

Hey Cap, this is a bit of an odd question: im in my first semester as a masters student rn and now that its nearing the end of the semester my anxiety has surged up full force. Do you have any tips on managing grad anxiety?

I'm sorry to hear that :((

I'm going to real with you... spite and sheer stubbornness is what got me through my masters degree. The work load and expectations were intense, and I had a supervisor that explicitly told me I was not good enough and was going to fail. I had a panic attack during one of her feedback sessions and had to leave the room, and the next time I saw her, she told me it was very unprofessional (in a way she was right, but it was a horrible thing to hear). Anyway, when she told I was going to fail and have to repeat this whole horrible anxiety-inducing semester again, I saw red. No way. Absolutely no way. I would prove her wrong no matter what. (and I did!)

But I also saw the university counselor for support with my anxiety too and she taught me a few Mindfulness strategies I still use to this day (I have a love/ hate relationship with therapists and mindfulness as a whole, but it really does work for me personally). Acknowledging and accepting my anxiety, feeling it and knowing it inside my body, instead of trying to punish myself and fight these feelings (my "second arrow of suffering"). Definitely talk to a counselor on campus if you have that option! Even if it's just to get a few strategies under your belt.

I also found a study group among my cohort and we had a group chat to spam and complain together. Just seeing someone else meme-ing about exam anxiety while I was also crying about them made me feel a bit better

All the best with your degree!! You totally got this!

[frozenoj]

Psych-O-Ween Episode Guide

Probably been done before but these are the episodes I'm rewatching for spooky season! If I missed any let me know and I'll add them.

S1 E7: Who Ya Gonna Call? Shawn and Gus must save a man who claims a ghost is trying to kill him.

S1 E15: Scary Sherry: Bianca's Toast Shawn and Gus step into a real-life urban legend, as they investigate a death suspiciously like the tale of "Scary Sherry," who met her untimely end at the now haunted Wispy Sunny Pines mental institution.

S2 E16: Shawn (And Gus) of the Dead Shawn is called to the Natural History Museum when a mummy goes missing and all indications are that it got up and walked out on its own.

S3 E1: Ghosts After Gus' boss demands he quit moonlighting at the Psych agency, Shawn must find a way to keep his partner while solving a haunting case and playing referee to Henry and his recently returned mother.

S3 E15: Tuesday the 17th Shawn and Gus are hired by a childhood friend to find a missing camp counselor who disappeared near their old sleep away campgrounds. Upon their arrival, spooky activity abounds and they must uncover if the dark past of the abandoned camp has come back to life.

S4 E4: The Devil is in the Details and in the Upstairs Bedroom A priest and former teacher of Shawn and Gus calls them claiming that an apparent suicide was in fact the work of the devil.

S4 E8: Let's Get Hairy A man fears he is dangerous to society and enlists Shawn and Gus' help because, he claims, he is a werewolf.

S5 E3: Not Even Close, Encounters Shawn and Gus get themselves hired onto the case when an unstable lawyer claims his assistant was abducted by aliens.

S5 E11: In Plain Fright While on the haunted house ride at Santa Barbara's Scare Fest, Shawn and Gus witness a murder and are soon led to believe the person who committed it is the ghost of a man who fell to his death at Scare Fest 13 years ago.

S6 E3: This Episode Sucks Lassiter's new relationship with a mysterious and beautiful woman is placed in jeopardy when Shawn and Gus are convinced she is a murderer -- the same murderer responsible for the blood-drained body SBPD is investigating.

S6 E11: Heeeeee's Lassie After Lassiter moves into a new condominium building and strange things start happening to him, he is forced to hire Shawn and Gus to figure out what could be causing the supposed paranormal disturbance.

S7 E3: Lassie Jerky Shawn and Gus join a pair of college students in the woods who are filming a documentary on Bigfoot.

S7 E5: 100 Clues Shawn and Gus attend a party hosted by an aging rockstar named Billy Lipps, a man the SBPD arrested years ago for a murder he doesn't remember committing.

S8 E8: A Touch Of Sweevil Shawn is ecstatic when he discovers he's finally been invited to participate in a prestigious paranormal convention for police consultants.

S8 E9: A Nightmare on State Street Gus' nightmares start to feel like reality when he and Shawn work to solve an unlikely case for the SBPD.

[imobsessivesometimes]

Eazy-Duz-It // Logan Howlett x Reader

PT 1

a/n this is also on my ao3 account, but i felt like posting it here, too, for funsies. i'm bad at descriptions, just go with it.

synopsis: The school needs a therapist, fast. Maybe this random mutant can be the music teacher slash music therapy person. Oh yeah, there's also this mutant testing corporation?

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"Clearly something isn't working," Ororo mumbled as she watched yet another student run by yelling obscenities behind them and ignoring the damage being caused by their mutation. It was nearing the end of the first week that a therapist had been employed at the school. Rebecca Zien was recommended to Charles by Jean Grey as a counselor that was also a fellow telepath.

"Perhaps the problem is that she's a mutant. She seems to be invading the students' minds, leaving them no room to express their emotions themselves." Charles determined beside her. He and Ororo had been watching closely the entire week, gathering information to see if Dr. Zien should be a permanent addition to the staff. It was evident that she should leave. "I'll discuss with her later this evening. Please go have a word with Miss Lily." Charles instructed Ororo which she gladly took to. It wasn't in her to leave a struggling student to their own devices when she could easily go help. This left Charles alone to think about what the next course of action was to be. Like Ororo had said, something wasn't working. They had an issue on their hands. They couldn't introduce something new and take it away and pretend like nothing happened. This week had caused all the students stress, and he needed to fix this mistake. The solution would have to wait a little longer, for now, he needed to fire Rebecca Zein.

Somewhere else in the world

"Leave me the fuck alone! God damn!" a woman demanded, struggling at the ropes that clung her uncomfortably to an equally as uncomfortable chair. "I have no idea what the hell y'all are even talking about!" she kicked at the air. The idiots who tied her down didn't think to restrain her legs. Said idiots, were leaning against the opposing wall to where the woman was tied. It was a small, dingy place. The acoustics made it sound like a shipping container. The woman didn't know for sure; she was knocked out before being put here.

"Do you ever shut up?" one man said. There was only two of them, the one who spoke seemed to be the younger of the duo. He seemed more inexperienced at kidnapping and interrogating people, too. He had repeatedly hit the woman after every question, not even giving her a chance to respond. But it wasn't like she had anything to respond with, anyway. She was plucked off the street after being detected as a mutant by the two. How they did that, she didn't know. Her mutation wasn't flashy or anything, it wasn't even visible when she was using it. She didn't need to outstretch her arms, her eyes didn't glow, nothing was admitted off of her. Her mutation was invisible unless she was using it on you. There was something wrong with the container, something that was preventing her from using her mutation on the two idiots.

"I'm not really known for being quiet, buddy." she remarked. They had been at a standstill for hours it felt. The older of the two muttered that it would be just a few more hours before she was out of their hair. Whatever that meant. They were both bald anyways. The younger opened his mouth in tandem with someone knocking on the container.

"About fucking time," the younger said as he leaned harder to crack open the container behind him. A force grabbed him, though, yanking him out of the container. A second didn't even pass before three silver claws dragged the older man with. The container was opened fully by a man with unibrow inspired sunglasses.

"Jean! There's someone in here!" he called out behind him. Another pair of footsteps ran beside him, a woman, Jean, appeared beside him and stepped into the container.

"I'm guessing y'all aren't the people they were waiting for?" the tied woman asked. Jean cracked a small smile as she made her way over to the other woman.

"That's right. What's your name? We weren't made aware that they had any hostages." she asked.

"I'm Y/n. I think I'm the only one here. I didn't hear anyone else being questioned in a one-mile radius. I don't know how big shipping container yards are, though." Y/n said. She helped slip the ropes around her torso off.

"You're a mutant?" Jean asked. Y/n stood, nodding. "Scott, see if there's any other hostages around." she called behind her. Unibrow shades, Scott, gave a thumbs up before running out of view. The sounds of the two kidnappers being beat up finally stopped and another man popped his head into view. He was gruffer than the other two saviors. He was a little and bloody from pummeling those two crooks. The sweat on his forehead was illuminated by the moonlight, as were his silver claws.

"Is she comin' with us or what?" even his voice was gruff. Sounds like he's gonna need a smoke after this, Y/n thought.

"A third location? What happened to never let someone take you to a second one, huh?" Y/n mumbled.

"Hm, funny," Jean said, "he's talking about a school for mutants. We're teachers there."

"I thought you guys were some kind of comic heroes?"

"That too," Scott wandered into the conversation. Jean gave him a questioning look, "no other hostages out there, just what we came here for." he informed.

"Good, lets head out then. Y/n, would you care to come with us? It'd be safer for you if you did."

"Only if you tell me who you guys are," Y/n crossed her arms. This 'school for mutants' sounded too good to be true; living as a mutant in this world taught Y/n that things were always too good to be true.

"I'm Jean, the man with the visor is Scott, and that's Logan. Are you coming with us or not?"

"Sure,"

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Firing Dr. Zein wasn't exactly a walk in the park, unfortunately. She stormed out of the mansion saying something about her telepathy always helping her in her career as a therapist. Something like that. Charles Xavier was now sitting in his office with Ororo and other x-men/professors deciding what to do next.

"Maybe we could hire a non-mutant therapist? Maybe having someone on the outside looking in will give better counseling than someone on the inside. An outside perspective," Kitty Pryde suggested.

"We'd have to find someone willing to do that. I don't know if there will be many therapists out there willing to jeopardize their career by taking a controversial position as a mutant counselor." Henry rebutted.

Everyone who added to the discussion had valid points. It was starting to give Charles a headache. No solution seemed right; none fit with their circumstances. Most of the students said that the counseling felt too invasive. The whole situation gave everyone a headache.

"That's enough for today. We'll discuss this at further length when more faculty is present." Charles finally announced. The meeting had lasted well over an hour, they started talking in circle. "You all are dismissed." Faculty filtered out of the room at a moderate pace, Ororo was the only to stay behind as she has been Charles' righthand man during this whole ordeal. "You would imagine we'd be more equipped to handle this." he solemnly joked. Ororo didn't have the capacity to a pity smile.

The doors to his office suddenly burst open, revealing Scott, Jean, Logan, and someone he hadn't met before. "To what do we owe the honor?" Charles' eyebrows lifted slightly at the entrance and unfamiliar face.

"We found the weapons dumped at a shipping yard. We also found a hostage." Logan informed. At the mention of 'hostage' he pushed Y/n forward a little.

"Hostage?" Charles wheeled closer to Y/n. "A mutant hostage." he leaned back in his chair.

"Uh, yeah. Why is that important?" Y/n asked after the few seconds of examination.

"The weapons these three recovered are mutation repressors being manufactured by a colleague of one William Stryker." Charles stated. The air of mystery was quickly set aside, however.

"You say that like I'm supposed to know who that is," Y/n noted. The three behind her were getting annoyed, but Charles continued to enlighten Y/n with the important information she was missing.10 minutes had passed soon enough; Jean and Scott were lounging on a couch, Logan was one sentence from walking out of the room, and Y/n was sitting across Charles at his desk.

"Ok, so William Stryker sucks. I did, however, pick up pretty quick that they were gonna try out the mutation repressors on me, thank you for the thorough explanation, though." Y/n pointed out. She didn't mean that statement with any aggression, seemed like Jean and Scott didn't get that memo with the even more irritated expressions they displayed.

"What is your mutation, anyway?" Logan called out. He might as well get something out of all the waiting he was doing.

"It's kind of hard to explain. It relates to beats and rhythm," Y/n started, "like music," she added after seeing the confusion on his face.

"Music?" Logan grunted. Y/n just nodded, not feeling like an audible response was necessary if he was just going to be a bitch about it. "Why the hell would they want to test these out on a mutation like that?"

"Beats me, no pun intended. The container they put me in had something done to it where I couldn't use my mutation." Y/n shrugged. Charles and Jean perked up. Jean walked over from the couch slowly, the gears started turning in her head.

"They held you in a box that cancelled out your abilities?" Jean clarified; Y/n nodded once more. "That must mean this organization created a metal or compound of something that represses mutations, not just weapons."

"Organization?" Ororo asked.

"Yes, ReinTec, I believe." Charles added. "Jean, Scott, find whatever you can about ReinTec. Y/n, I'd like to talk to you about staying here at the school, I have an issue I believe you can help with."

[elliesbabygirl]

Hypophrenia

Ellie Williams x Female!reader

Summary: A sudden meltdown near Ellie causes you to worry about her attraction to you. Ellie and reader are in a relationship already .

Warnings: Crying, mentions of a panic attack, nail picking and a college wellness center (we all know college centers suck ).

Author's note: New piece of writing, who's excited? Hopefully, this piece turns out alright in the public eye and obviously encourages me to try new styles and write more often!. Reblogs, comments & likes are greatly appreciated.

Wc: 0.8

Hypophrenia

[hi-po-fre-ne-a ] • Greek

(n) A vague feeling of sadness, seemingly without any cause.

Now playing: I just wanna feel your love again - Montell Fish

“Ms.l/n”

You didn't mean for it to happen, one minute you're fine and dandy. The next you're hyperventilating while your vision becomes blurry. The worst part was Ellie noticing your meltdown and immediately getting up from her seat to notify the professor.

“Ms.l/n!”

A low voice caught your attention, you couldn't bother responding fully instead choosing to hum to let them know you're listening.

“How are you? Ms.williams said you were experiencing..issues? I'm dr.Castillon and I am one of the many counselors here for students like you. Which you obviously know, care to explain what happened today?”

Great, a wellness center. Ellie brought you to a wellness center, she thought something was wrong with you. You pinched and picked at the skin surrounding your nails as you looked up at dr.Castillon.

“Nothing's wrong, I just had a moment in my lecture s'all”

You responded, eyes wary as you looked around at the office space. Lightly cluttered, strong smell of coffee and degrees all over the walls.

“You had a moment? Do you wanna explain that to me?” Dr.Castillon asked as they readjusted themselves into a more entertained position, the chair squeaking as they laid back.

You didn't have to look back to know that castillon was giving you a condescending smile. The speed of which you picked your nails at increasing as you felt trapped in a box.

“Is this neces-”

A knock at the door interrupted you, moving to look behind you as the door quietly opened to reveal what looked like another counselor to you.

"Castillon- oh forgive me, I don't mean to interrupt but dr.Castillion is needed” Seeing your chance, you nodded at light speed. Already up from your chair as you grabbed your backpack, shrugging it on.

"nono, it's okay! There's something I need to do anyways"

Slipping past the other counselor, you hurried through the small hall. Eyes focused on the ground as you entered the waiting room. Ellie stood up, eyes full of worry as she came closer to you.

��baby, are you okay?”

You gave her a measly smile as you ignored her question and hurried outside. The chilly november air welcoming you with a harsh kiss to the face, your breath visible as you walked away from Ellie.

You couldn't face her, not now. Not after she had to drag you all the way to the wellness center like a crying baby. The embarrassment was eating you alive as you heard her trying to keep up with you.

“Y/n, wait up! What's wrong?!”

God, you wish the world would just open up and swallow you whole. You couldn't bare having to see her face to face and explain what was wrong.

Because the truth was, you didn't know. You didn't know why you had these episodes? Could you even call them that? It seemed like a stretch to call them episodes and you couldn't call them panic attacks because it just came on whenever you were fine with no probable cause.

“Y/n! Listen to me!”

Ellie stopped in front of you, hands on your shoulders to keep you from running away. Her lips in a small pout as she took in the way you looked and it was then when she realised that you had looked tired.

Your eyes dead as you just stared at her with no will to response. How long had you been feeling this way? And why didn't you tell her? It made Ellie feel like a bad girlfriend and an even worse friend.

“Oh baby..”

She wrapped you in a hug, tears pricking her own eyes as she nestled her face into the crook of your neck. Ellie shuddered, the feeling of her brown jacket against your own puffer motivating you to hug her back.

She could sense your insecurity, you were scared of how she would react. Scared that Ellie wouldn't wanna be with you, all because of a meltdown and it broke her heart.

“Baby, I love you..and nothing's going to change that okay?" she whispered into your neck, her hand finding the back of your head as she slightly massaged your hair.

The two of you might've looked weird, hugging in the middle of the walkway while crying but Ellie couldn't give a single fuck neither could you because you needed her in that moment and she knew that too.

© 𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 ─ 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙. 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮, 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙖 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙨.

[ascendingaeons]

The Story Behind My "Hymn to Sekhmet"

I was very surprised with how much traction my Hymn to Sekhmet has gotten… so I decided to share the story behind it. This might be quite long, but I think a lot of you would appreciate it.

I have been an eclectic pagan for most of my life. Heathenry was my focus in that sense that I worked with the Vanir and studied runology since I was fifteen. Kemeticism was my passion since childhood, but I was never formally a devotee. I pretty much worked exclusively with Set for most of my life. Our relationship is somewhere between father and son and student and guide. In the summer of 2020, I decided to finally set up a Kemetic altar.

It comprised of three statues and three candles on a small, very old nightstand and was otherwise unadorned. One statue was to Set, another to Bast, and the third to Sekhmet. I focused exclusively on Set and Bast for a while. I was afraid of Sekhmet. I read every book I could find about Her and they nearly all had one thing in common about a Sekhmet-based practice: if you cannot do it yourself, do not ask Her about it. That really intimidated me to the point I took Her statue down several times before it earned a permanent place.

One day in September of 2020 I finally prayed to Sekhmet with an offering of cold water. I felt a circular window of fire about 16 inches in diameter open up in front of my face just above my altar. It felt hot, like the heat of a campfire. I felt that She was looking at me. After a few seconds, the window disappeared. I didn’t interact with Her for a while after that.

In November of 2020, my dad was diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer. He was given six months to live and chemotherapy was prescribed. I was immediately thrust into the role of caregiver. I drove my dad to and from chemotherapy, gave him his meds and food, helped him to the bathroom, cleaned him up, and anything else I could do. I was awake for about 22 hours a day for six months, even with the help of a hospice company.

One night, when my dad was on respite (what hospice companies call when a patient is sent to a nursing home for a few days so the caregiver can recover), I felt… really bad. I felt alone, afraid, numb, and lost. Without any offering or formality, I prayed to Bast. I asked Her to just stay with me. I suddenly felt myself wrapped up in a blanket of what felt like bubblegum-pink energy. It felt like stuffed animals, cotton candy, a fuzzy quilt, and just… pure love. I later learned that this describes the higher heart chakra’s energy but to me, it was just Bast. She hugged me like that for about an hour until She decided I was okay, and then, very much like a cat, She left.

The days went on with barely any sleep, a lot of emergencies and scares, until one day my dad was finally asleep. It was around four in the afternoon. I was thinking a lot about Sehkmet at this point and Her domain of healing. It was very near and dear to my heart. At the time I was thinking of going back to school to finish my psychology degree and become a counselor. I took the time to get cold water in a nice glass and some fresh bread I had delivered that morning. I put it all on a golden plate I ordered for my altar.

I prayed to Sekhmet, solemnly and respectfully, naming Her Epithets and offering praise in addition to water and bread. I asked… that She let everything be okay and help me to be a better caregiver to my dad. The sad thing is, I was very hard on myself. I felt like I was not doing enough but I later found out that every nurse and social worker from the hospice company had, individually and separately, reported to the company’s administrator in high praise of me. I didn’t know then that some caregivers are really horrible to the point of neglect and abuse. I was doing the best I could in a situation that was out of my control and was given a level of praise that floored me.

After concluding my prayer, I lay down in my bed next to my altar. I was lying on my side when suddenly Sekhmet’s etheric body manifested beside me. I could feel it and somewhat see it with my third eye. She started to rub my back as I lay there. Her hand felt like the sun’s heat reflected off of water, a sensation I knew well from fishing in summer. It felt almost like fire but one that would never burn me. As She rubbed my back, I felt Her head come next to mine. I felt Her face, soft and bristly, next to my left ear as She began to speak words I couldn’t hear. I could even feel the heat from Her breath.

Unlike Bast, Sekhmet stuck around. She followed me everywhere for the next two days. It hadn’t really sunk in yet but I had received what, for me, was irrefutable proof of the Gods’ love. Set was with me my entire life, my teacher and friend. Bast and Sekhmet creaked open the door to theurgy a little bit more. It wasn’t until my Reiki Attunement ceremony that the door was blown clean off its hinges when over a dozen Netjeru physically manifested. During my Attunement, Bast held my left hand and Sekhmet held my right. By the end of the ceremony, the two were hugging me as I lay on my teacher’s table.

As I began working with the Netjeru in my shamanic practice, Sekhmet communicated something to me. She asked me to offer Her my pain and fear. And so I wrote that hymn on what was proving to be a very hard day.

I can never go back to a world where the Gods do not exist or do not love us completely, irrevocably, and unconditionally. My relationship with the Netjeru is one of mutual loyalty, love, admiration, and service. For all intents and purposes, I am a new Kemetic. I have studied Egyptology since I was seven years old and regarded Kemet as a far-flung home, a feeling that has never left my heart since it ignited there when I was a toddler. But that is a story for another day.

Well… that is my story. I hope it finds you well!

Dua Sekhmet! Dua Netjeru!

Image is “Sekhmet Devotional” by Valoreanthes. A Mother Lioness and Her cub, a side of Sekhmet far too often overlooked.

[tic-loud-tic-proud]

1 and 16 for the ask game?

1: Tell me about an ableist experience you had that threw you off.

The entirety of my public school years unfortunately. High school specifically, it's hard to pick just one experience. I was frequently put in seclusion (locked in a supply closet) and not allowed to go to any of my classes for the first couple semesters of high school because school staff refused to accomodate my tics and punished me for them. I also got physically restrained multiple times by the school police officers when my tics were really bad.

I remember one experience very well: I was ticcing while waiting in line to pick up hot lunch. A couple students in front of me noticed this and started triggering my tics on purpose because at the time my echolalia was strong enough that I was repeating other people's words constantly. They recorded videos of me while triggering my tics to say racist and homophobic slurs. I cried so hard after that and ate my lunch alone in a small corner underneath the staircase up until I made friends near the end of my junior year. The students that did that ended up getting suspended which made me feel a little better.

16: What disability space have you found most welcoming to you?

Camp Twitch & Shout 100%. It's a summer camp for kids and teens with Tourette's syndrome and other tic disorders near Atlanta Georgia, USA. For a long time it was the only place where I felt like I could tic freely, and I do credit CT&S with saving my life during times where I felt like I would never fit into mainstream society. I went for a few years as a kid and hopefully will be a counselor there next year!

[dabiscarpet]

Absolutely no one asked for this, but if it keeps running on my mind imma start blowing smoke through my ears

Scenario: Sukuna encounters reader that descends from his past lover/is their reincarnation. But reader is a teacher/school counselor at Jujutsu High, so things can get a little uncomfortable since he's in the body of a highschooler.

Warnings: none? is cursing even a warning?

for the most part, gn reader ^^ there's just one mention of reader being sukuna's queen

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

♡ Reader meets Yuji for the first time when he's training in his hidden base with gojo and the movies

♡ Reader is the school counselor for both Kyoto and Tokyo's hs, so they travel back and forth constantly

♡ When meeting yuji, they were asking many things, trying to have a normal conversation with the sunshine boy, until sukuna's mouth appears on yuji's cheek

♡ "Oi shut it brat. You're talking too much. And you over there, stop asking so many ques-"

♡ He stops dead on his tracks, the faint smell of something familiar hitting him like a thousand bricks on the back of his head

♡ A smirk forms on his only visible mouth while yuji complains about his rudeness but he pays no attention to it

♡ "Brat lets switch for a sec"

♡ "Like hell i will"

♡ "Come on, i just want to have a… private conversation with miss right here"

♡ "How do I know you won't slash them?"

♡ *Sigh* "because you wouldn't let me anyway? You're always switching places when I'm having the most fun"

♡Reader nods to yuji, intrigued by their interaction and what the king of curses might have to tell them.

♡ Distrustful still, yuji allows to change and is ready to jump back out again before sukuna tries smt fishy

♡ but is surprised when Sukuna just leans back on the couch, relaxing back with his arm across the backrest, smiling lazily

♡ Sukuna smells the air once again, and again, taking deep breaths of that familiar, sweet yet intoxicating scent that centuries ago, managed to bring him to his knees relax him from his king shit duties and struggles

♡ "Sooo…"

♡ "So you're the one… finally, after all this time"

♡ "Um sorry what? The one what? Who? What are yo-"

♡ "You seriously talk TOO much (he narrows his eyes)… just like back then"

♡ "Back when? The f are you talking about?" Getting heated and annoyed quickly with his puzzling statements by the second

♡ Sukuna's hand finds it's way under reader's chin, lifting their face up towards his as he leaned down to whisper

♡ "My queen back in my times"

♡ Just as lips were about to clash, a harsh slap hits him across the face, and yuji's cries eco the room, holding his now red face

♡ "What the fuck was that man? Now i got hit because of youuuu"

♡ "Itadori, that was completely unacceptable behaviour coming from as student to a teacher" they stood up from the couch, walking back

♡ "Wait nonononono I'm sorry, that wasn't me, i SWEAR-

♡ "Don't you dare equal me to this brat, human" the mouth on his cheek, with his powerful voice, spoke, freezing reader in their place with the authoritarian tone that laced his words

♡ "See? It was him i promise i was trying to stop hi-"

♡ "Yuji-kun… it's ok, i get it. I was just… surprised"

♡ "Well, you shouldn't be. You swore to remain mine until the end of times" Sukuna again took part

♡ "I am certain i have never made such an asseveration, let alone compromise-"

♡ "You reek of them, your scent is identical. Your face is an exact replica. You act just like them-"

♡ "Like who?!!!"

♡ "ANCESTORS NAME" (lmao idk be creative guys pls)

♡ Wide eyes and incredulous expression let him know he was absolutely right. Like hell he would ever be wrong anyway, specially regarding something, someone, that once (and forever) belonged to him

♡ "Huh? ANCESTORS NAME? Who is that, y/n- sensei?"

♡ "... My clan's ancestor"

♡ Needless to say that smug sukuna wouldn't leave yuji's cheek while reader was there, and would often make an appearance to be a nuisance anytime they were near after that.

[salty-scars01]

I Don't Mind the Rain • Balam Shichirou x Human Reader

T/W: Depressing thought process from the mc

You were a weak human. You couldn't protect yourself like Iruma, your amazing adopted son. You can't help but feel useless, especially after the incident at Walter Park.

You feel miserable, and Balam catches on, and he knows just what to say.

-•-

You worked at Babyls as the student counselor. A job offered to you by Sullivan, or your dad. Your students during the day were all seeking help for their grades or stressed about their rank, unlike Iruma, they were upset that they felt their ranks were too low.

You didn't know if you were in the right mind ti be working today. Or yesterday. Or even tomorrow.

You might've needed some counseling yourself.

It was right after the End of Terminus and school had just started back up. The events that took place at Walter Park were swimming around the ocean of students as the Misfit class was being hailed as heroes.

You were there. You were worried about Iruma and his class being alone in such a large space with unfamiliar demons. Though it wasn't like you could do much.

The magical beasts had been far more than a magicless human like you could handle. While you watched your students work to save the day, all you could do was exactly that; watch.

You helped Agares watch over the children that Iruma rescued to ensure they stayed safe.

Iruma. He is such a brave boy. With the help of his ring, he single-handedly saved the park from the magical beast bomb.

He was so young, but so talented, becoming stronger every day while you still to be babysat.

You usually stayed with Balam, since he knew of your secret, and he kept you safe. But you can't help but wonder if he ever got tired of being your bodyguard.

He got hurt protecting you and the students, as well as the rescued children. It was his choice to do so, his duty even. But still, you can't help but feel...

"Sensei. Sensei are you listening?" The student in front of you, Bet ranked (2) looked at you with disapproval in their eyes.

"Yes, I hear you." You gave a sad smile, trying to look like you weren't bothered. "From the sound of it, if you can get your grades up in these classes, and score high in the Harvest and Music festival, you should be able to make it to Gimmel (4) before the end of the year." You handed the student a piece of paper that you were mindlessly jotting notes onto after double checking that you didn't accidentally pour your heart out onto it.

They took the notes and skimmed over it, seeming to light up at the thoughtful tips that were written near each point of interest. "Thank you Sensei! I'll make sure to follow this up!"

You nodded and flashed them another smile, genuinely happy to see them hopeful again. "I'll be here if you need to make a change of plans as well. Don't hesitate to ask me for advice," you chuckled softly, "That's what I'm here for after all."

How ironic.

"Of course! I'll be heading to class now, or else I'll be late." The student waved a final goodbye to you before they dashed out of the door, where their "friend" was waiting to head to class with them.

As they walked, they told the other demon about what you said and showed them the notes you gave them.

"Yeah, Sensei is awesome! Though, Sensei seemed sad today."

Those words had rung in a passing teachers ears. Sensei seemed sad...

Maybe it was intuition, or maybe it was the fact that everyone just called you "Sensei," but Shichirou Balam knew the students were talking about you.

-•-

After the students had gone home for the night, you quickly made yourself scarce. You hurried and organized your things, you gathered your belongings and left the office.

It had been raining all day, a light drizzle that turned into a steady downfall. You soon found that out as you stepped off onto one of the many balconies of the school, specifically the giant sakura tree that resides in Suzy's greenhouse.

It's not uncommon that you come here to reflect on your life. It's usually quiet and absent of life after school hours.

The tree reminds you of how well your adopted son is doing, but it also reminds you that you can't do anything yourself. You sometimes even have to ask Balam to walk you home if you stay at the school too long.

You had set your bag down at the door when you realized it was raining, but you didn't care about you hair or clothes as you leaned on the railing of the balcony and stared off into the far reaches of the surrounding forest.

By now you were soaked, hair sticking to your face, clothes stubbornly clinging onto you, and your teacher's coat was beginning to get heavy from the water it now held.

Yet you had no plans to move.

The events that had happened over the last few weeks, months even, were getting to your head.

You've done nothing. Your brain spat at you. You couldn't even move from behind a student as children fought off a beast. What kind of role model are you?

"Y/n?" A very familiar voice called out to you from the rain.

You turned to see your favorite demon standing next to you, a gloved hand reaching for your shoulder, but hesitating.

"Hello Balam." You gave him a sad smile, now unsure of why you even tried to hide it.

"What are you doing out here in the rain?" He let his hand move away from your shoulder to gently rub your back. "You'll get sick."

You let out a chuckle through your nose, "Maybe that's for the better." You turned to look back at the forest after seeing his expression turn from worry, to shock, and back to worry.

"Dear, please tell me what's wrong." He leaned down so he could be heard over the rain, but he didn't get too close. "Even the students are worried about you."

"The students?" You scoffed, "I'm sure it's more mockery than worry. Especially from the Misfits." You hung your head over the edge of the railing.

Balam stayed silent, unsure of what you were referring to. His hand continued to rub gentle circles across your back, and the feeling was all that was keeping you from crying currently.

"I couldn't protect anyone. I couldn't even protect myself." You paused, but started again before Balam could say anything. "I hid behind the students who were already in danger. I used students and you as my shield." You scoffed again and turned your head to look up at him. "Isn't that pathetic? Humans are so selfish, aren't they?"

Balam sighed and stopped rubbing your back, only for that same hand to wrap around your waist and pull you closer. He didn't seem to care about the fact that you were soaked, as he was nearly the same. "And what do you think of the parents who left their children behind in the rubble? What of them?" He spoke softly as he looked at you, his voice a rumble against the rain.

You weren't quite sure what to say. "They... abandoned their children to save themselves. They're as bad as I am."

Balam shook his head. "No, they're even worse." When you looked up at him with confusion in your eyes, he continued. "They left their children behind. You stayed for yours."

"But I couldn't do anything to help them. I don't want to burden them by having them watch over me. You already have your hand full babysitting me because I'm weak as it is." Your words were harsh and coated in a poison that could kill, but Balam didn't even flinch.

"I don't think you're weak. I think the exact opposite. And you're troubling no one." Balam's words sounded as if he had a smile behind that mask of his. "Strength in the Netherworld is about magic, but I realize that that's not all there is to it." He pulled away, only to reposition himself on the railing and wrap his arm around your shoulder to rub your arm lovingly. "You and Iruma both showed me that strength can come from the soul."

"And what part of my soul is so strong that you can say that?" You seriously doubted his words, but your humanly curiosity wanted to hear what he had to say.

"Well, there's many reasons. For one, you've lived here for months now, and you've never wanted to go back. I don't know much about humans, but from what I hear, most of them wouldn't even last a day. And another reason is your sense of self. You can be yourself no matter what happens, even at a time like this. You still managed to smile today, didn't you? If you truly didn't believe you belonged here, then you would've left long ago." He leaned in a bit closer, so his face was next to yours. You could've felt his breath through the vents on his mask if it weren't for the wind and rain. "And you've helped countless students in ways that I'm sure they appreciate. All of my students that have gone to see you during the day have better grades and are feeling good about themselves."

You looked at him with wide eyes full of surprise. Then they returned to their saddened state. "I'm sure demons who want something will find a way to get it." You paused, "That includes their grades."

Balam simply chuckled and gave you a gentle squeeze. "I had a talk with a few of my students over the week as they've been fretting about the upcoming events. Their grades and spirits have all risen and they all had one thing in common that they said. Can you guess what that is?" He stopped, his eyes crinkled with joy as surely a smile spread across his face.

You also hesitated, not wanting to say what you think he'd say. Your expression became much softer as you found it within yourself to meekly ask, "Me?"

He nodded and said, "You. More specifically, they said they couldn't have done it without you."

This caused a small blush to form across your cheeks despite the cold temperature of the weather. "They did?"

Balam nodded, "They did."

You looked away from him, out at the forest. Your feelings for him weren't helping your blush as he stood there in the rain and comforted you. By now you were both beyond drenched and your hair stuck to your faces. Balam seemed to take note of this as well, as he reached his free hand over to push wet hair out of your face, which if course only made you blush harder.

He chuckled as you turned to him with wide eyes and a red face. "Glad to see you're feeling better."

He moved his hand from your hair and gently held the side of your face, trying to wipe away any water streaming down your cheek. He softly called out your name, though you could still hear his voice through the rain, like a crack of thunder through the storm.

"I care for you more than you know," he began softly. "I don't think of protecting you as 'babysitting' you either."

You flinched at the comment that you had forgotten that you made earlier.

He simply smiled in response. "I don't think of you as some human to protect either. To me, you're so much more than just a precious specimen."

"Balam..." you started, but his smile made you stop yourself.

"I protect you, because you're special to me. Very special." He paused to unclasp the notches on his mask.

It was a simple task, four small buttons that pooped out of place to release the mouthpiece, but watching him do so felt like an eternity. Even as he pulled the metal away from him.

In the rain, his looks were only more tantalizing. His face was framed by the wet strands of hair that stuck along his pale skin. His eyes half-lidded as his eyelashes protected him from the streams of fresh rain from his hair. And his smile. That gorgeous toothy grin that could make your heart skip a beat. He smiled at you with such emotion in his eyes that you would've cried if it weren't for your overwhelming urge to kiss him right now.

You must've been staring for a little too long, as he blushed and averted his eyes. But you caught his face before he could turn away, your hands wrapped around the cool metal remnants of his mask, your fingers entangled in his soaked hair, and your lips gently pressing against his scarred ones.

He immediately moved his hands to wrap around your waist as he melted into you.

You two stayed like that for a while, simply exchanging kiss after kiss in the rain, until you both had to pull away to breathe.

You both stood there in silence as you caught your breath. Balam closed his eyes and rested his forehead on yours, his mask long forgotten on the ground.

After another moment, he sighed and looked into your eyes. "Perhaps we should go inside. I'll have Nigyul bring us some towels. And possibly some extra clothes if he can find any." He gave a soft smile and pulled away to give the commands to his little dragon, who was apparently there the whole time, hiding in the fur of Balam's shirt.

As the little dragon scampered off, he grew in size slightly, likely so he could carry everything.

"I'm sorry we stayed out here so long. I really hope you don't get sick." Balam began to fret. "Hopefully Nigyul will be back soon."

With Balam now standing on his own, you suddenly felt the chill from the wind and ice cold caress of the rain. "Uhh, I don't think I'll get sick, but um," you hesitated nervously, "I am a bit cold now."

Balam seemed to catch on quickly. He bent over to pick up his mask and clasp it back together, then he quickly pulled you into a hug and wrapped his wings around the two of you.

You stayed like that until Nigyul returned, and you both went separate ways to change clothes.

It was too late to return home now, and the rain was only getting worse, as well as Balam fretting over you possibly being sick.

Balam texted Opera and told them that you'd be staying at the school with him overnight due to these factors, and they reluctantly accepted the fact.

When you and Balam were getting ready to sleep, he sat cross legged in his nest and patted his lap, telling you to come sit.

You did as you were told. You sat on his thigh and placed your feet between his knees so you could comfortably lay on his chest.

He smiled at you, with his mask removed once more so he can sleep comfortably. He wrapped his arms and now dry wings around you both and nuzzled his face into your neck.

His last words before the both of you fell asleep were soft, and all he said was, "I love you."

-•-

Thank you for reading!!

My friend gave me this idea earlier and I just had to <3

[mitsukiwa]

Do virgins taste better (tom kaulitz)

9:34 a.m September, Monday.

Shit shit shit.

I was really late for my first day of school. Classes had started at 8:40 and it was already 9.

Great way to start the first day of school.

I had forgotten to set my alarm last night before I went to bed.

I woke up on my own, only to find out I was an hour late.

Because my mom had to head to work this morning I had to walk to school, it took me half an hour.

Nonetheless I arrived late but there.

I head into the office and I'm met with a lady at the desk.

She calls me over.

I walk up to her desk

"Hello, what can I help you with?" She questions, the glasses she wore slid down a bit on the slope of her nose.

"I'm new here, I start today" I say.

She gives a firm nod. "Go into this door, and on the right there's a door the counselor there should help you"

"Okay, thank you"

She clicks a button from her place behind the desk. I hear the doors click open.

I push open the double doors, and walk up to the dark green door on my right.

I open the door, and step in. The heavy door behind me slams shut.

I look to the right and see another desk.

But there wasn't anyone there.

I look around, the room was empty.

I sat on one of the chairs that were lined up against the wall.

A few minutes pass by as I sit there.

Finally the door opens and a women stand before me, she looked to be in her mid 20's.

"Hi, did you need help?" She asks.

"Yeah, um the lady from the front said to come to you"

"Are you a new student?" She ask, walking around he desk to sit herself down.

"Yeah" I get up from the chair walking up to the desk.

"What's your name, sweetie?" She looked up from her computer.

"Y/N"

"Last name?" She begins typing in my first name into her keyboard.

"L/N"

"Okay, I'ma have you speak to your counselor, she'll arrange your classes" she gets up from the swivel chair.

Walking around it, and over to another door, I follow close behind her.

We walk down a hallway, then stop behind a particular door. She knocks three times, until the door is pulled open from the inside.

We're met with a lady. She smiled at the woman beside me, then she smiles at me.

"This is a new student, she needs to get her classes set up" The woman beside me said.

"Of course come in, honey" she motions me inside.

I step into her room, the woman from before excuses herself and leaves the room.

"Take a seat" the lady tells me.

I sit down Infront of her.

"Alright, what elective would you like?" She asks.

While she typed into her keyboard.

(Guys wtv elective u guys chose)

"Since that elective is full during the day, I will schedule it for you for your first period" she says.

I nod, "that's fine"

"Okay, let me get your schedule printed out"

After my schedule is printed she walks out the door with me and back to the room where the women from before was.

"You'll have someone to give you a tour" she said as we walked to the room.

____

"This is the quad, and over there is where the lunch area is" he points towards the area.

I nod my head as I look around.

"Changing room for P.E is over here" He continues.

After he gives the quick tour, he walks me to my first period.

I was nervous, so much so I felt my heart beating hard in my ears.

He knocks on the door, I could hear talking from outside the door.

The door to the classroom Is pulled open revealing a teacher.

"Hello" she tells the boy who had given me the tour

"Hi, Mrs Anderson, she's a new student" he says.

She smiles at me, "welcome, what's your name?" She asks

"I'm Y/N nice to meet you MS."

"same here, come in" she says enthusiastic.

The boy passes me the schedule back than leaving.

I enter the classroom.

She tells me too sit at a table, near the door. There's three people sat at that table. I sit at the empty seat beside a boy.

He turns to me, flashing me a smile.

"You're new here?" He asks. An accent heavy on his tongue.

I nod, "yeah, I just started today"

"What school did you come from?"

"I did homeschool"  I say.

"Did you like it?" He questions.

I hum as I thought, "Well, kinda I mean I had to much time on my hands"

"That would be cool" he raises his brows amused.

"I guess, it does get boring" I reply.

"What lunch do you have?" He catechizes.

"I have second lunch" I say looking down at my paper.

"I have second lunch too, you should hang with me and my friends" he says.

I smile at that, "sure"

"I'm George by the way" George says.

"I'm Y/N"

"Nice to meet you Y/N" he grins at me.

I realized I liked his smile, and his eyes.

"Nice to meet you too"

__________________

I was running late to my 4th period, and soon the bell had rang.

I let out a frustrated groan as I walked down by the buildings in search for the F-Buildig. Which was all the way to the other side of campus.

The halls were now empty, the students were now in there classes.

Soon enough I found the f-building. I walk down the halls. My eyes scanning each door number; my schedule said I had F-4. My guess was that it was down the hall.

I walk faster, pacing my steps. I wasn't paying attention; looking at the door numbers when my body collided with a firm chest.

I fall onto my but; I let out an 'ow'.

"Watch where you're going" a voice above me said. The voice belonged to a male. And in the way he said them he didn't sound happy.

I look up, and I'm met with brown eyes. Those brown eyes glared down at me.

I almost had forgotten what had happened, but reality struck me when he said "would you please fucken move"

I pushed myself up from the ground, dusting off my skirt.

"Oh, I'm sorry you were the one who crashed into me" I said. Being sure to sound rude.

He was rude so what was the point in apologizing to this douche.

He scoffed, his perfect brows furrowing as he stared me down.

"Just stay out of my way" he walks past me, making sure to hit his shoulder roughly on mines.

I whipped my body around, cursing him out. "You moron!" I yell out.

My words echoed in the empty halls. He simply continued walking, completely ignoring me.

I let out a frustrated groan. I sigh out; attempting to calm my anger.

God, he was just such a fucken dick

I sling the strap of my backpack higher on my shoulder.

I continue to walk down the hall in search for my classroom.

This day already started off shitty

[wonopia]

THE PHOTOBOOTH | 008. WTF JAY

[WC] . 770 prev ! mlist ! next

sunghoon slowly squinted his eyes open. the blanket and hoodie engulfing him, keeping him warm. he was met with misa, her head falling forward over his. her eyes closed and earbuds in. 

a red tint along her cheeks, the sun beaming on the left side of her face. he felt her hand on his cheek, holding his face ever so lightly. he put his hand over hers, smiling at her touch. 

his hand automatically reached for his phone in his pocket, capturing multiple pictures of them. he sat up, moving her arm over his head so it’s in her lap. 

he yawned, almost everyone in the vehicle was awake. several still in slumber. once he was upright, he let her rest her head on his shoulder before continuing to go on his phone. 

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

“okay kids, we’re here. do not leave any mess, don’t forget anything, we will not be in charge of your personal belongings. please, when you exit the bus, grab your suitcases and go on the sidewalk.”

sunghoon shook misa awake lightly. he began to fold their blanket up, closing his backpack. he reached into her bag, grabbing her scarf before starting to wrap it around her neck. 

“what time is it?” misa yawned, hand blocking her mouth. 

“7:34 am,” he told her, showing her his phone while backing up. 

she nodded, standing up to put on her backpack. sunghoon doing the same. soon enough everyone was admitted to room numbers. 

thankfully, mr. lim let them pick their roommates. of course, gender must be the same. 4 people in each room. she shared a room with ryujin, ningning, and yuna. 

when they got to the hotel room there were two big beds, enough for two people. they agreed that misaki and ryujin would share a bed and ningning and yuna would. 

they were immediately signed to go downstairs after putting their necessities in their room. the four girls headed down. just as the elevator doors were closing, a hand reached in just before it could. 

the doors were divided open, revealing 4 boys; han jisung, kim seungmin, keeho, and theo. misaki avoided eye contact, pulling out her phone. 

she was unaware that they were also attending the college viewings. once the doors opened, ryujin and her were the first ones out. 

“gosh,” ryujin let out an exasperated sigh, “that was awkward.”

“i haven’t seen him that close since,” misa mumbled, putting her phone in her back pants pocket. 

ryujin turned to get a good look at her face, “are you okay?” she asked, genuinely concerned. 

“yeah,” she nodded. 

once they exited the building, she was met with the cold frozen air. almost her whole class was there conversing with one another.  

“dang it’s cold,” ryu murmured under her breath, het hands rubbing her upper arms, “where’s beomgyu?”

“he’s coming downstair’s right now.”

“did he room with sunghoon?” 

“yeah,” misa nodded, “sunghoon, jay, and shotaro.”

“oh my god, shotaro is here too?” ryu smiled, excited to see him, “i miss him. last time i saw him was at rei’s party last semester.”

“i miss taro too.”

misa and shotaro were near the front of the crowd of students until jay pulled her to the back with him, excusing it as “i need to talk to you, privately.”

“jay, if this is about sunghoon and i dating. i am going to tell you right now, we are not breaking it off,” she stated, hands in her pockets. 

she squeezed at the hot packs sunghoon had snuck into her jacket on the bus ride to seoul uni.

“okay,” he said, looking at the counselors as if he was actually listening to them.

misa glanced at his unusual behavior, “jay, can you be honest with me,” he hummed for her to carry on, “why are you so stuck on the idea that i’ll hurt sunghoon?”

he turned to face her, their eyes meeting for the first time. for some reason, his look made her feel uneasy.

“because you broke theo’s heart,” he reasoned, his gaze stuck on her. 

they froze in their spot, the group beginning to walk away. 

“theo didn’t deserve any of that and you just let him suffer,” he shot, his eyes seeping into hers, “not a single guilt or sorrow for him- not even telling him you’re sorry, just completely ghosting him without any reason.”

“jay..”

“and if you are planning to do that with sunghoon too,” he scoffed at the idea, “i suggest you to stop what you guys have right now. stop hurting people without reason, misaki.”

with that, jay continued to walk, hands in his pockets while following behind the group of teenagers. misa stared at the back of his head. 

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[loving-n0t-heyting]

would be curious to hear more about ur near-expulsion, if you're happy to share! no worries if not

I would never pass up an opportunity to indulge some self pity about my youth!

The long and short of it is tgat i was quite seriously mentally ill in hs—not ever psychotic, which is how a lot of ppl tend to read that, but very emotionally disturbed—and my school was veeeeeery bad at handling this.

Starting end of freshman year i was in a very emotionally abusive relationship, i could give and have in the past given more lurid details but at this point it feels kind of ridiculous to hold that extensive of a grudge against another pretty differently mentally ill 15yo. It came to an end start of junior year, where i told her i was self harming and asked her to tell the counselors about this. She agreed, and their response upon hearing about the relationship was to tell both of us, "Holy shit, you have to break up"

The breakup was a lot harder on me than it was on her, in large part bc i had very little of any remaining friend circle among the other students (see: emotional abuse) and my teachers that semester were for whatever reason less able to talk to me outside of class (i generally preferred adults to fellow kids whenever possible). This led to a situation where i was breaking down fairly dramatically now and then in school, which did not make the school administration very happy

They prolly would have expelled me immediately, had it not been for the fact i was by the numbers an especially promising student. You can read this in a sort of meritocratic way, that i was being rewarded for my intelligence and hard work. But i think the deeper explanation was more crass: as a private religious school with a strong reputation and high overhead, they relied heavily on alumni support to maintain themselves and thought i would be a future cash cow, and so were eager not to lose my future munificence (jokes on them lol). So instead of expelling me they... forcibly isolated me for the rest of the semester, msking me study from home away from all contact with other students. This was (surprise!) terrible for both my academic motivation and my wider mental health

Part of my overall deterioration was that i started posting a ton of mildly insane religious and rightwing shit in long essays on facebook. The importance of sexual repression was one major theme, but also stuff about the metaphysics of angels and Society, the need for a theocratic upheaval of existing democratic institutions, etc. (Also there was one about how the school shouldnt ban the proposed gsa? Which seemed very natural to me but prolly struck others as weird.) This contributed to two deleterious interactions with my school administration. First was a couplr of crazy letters i sent to the administration denouncing insufficient rigour in the theology curriculum and proposed changes in class scheduling to be implemented my senior year. Second was my tattling on a shithead the year above me who started responding to my bizarre essays with screeds about how i was the moral equivalent of a meth dealer, which was technically a violation of school rules leading to mild official rebuke. The school was not at all happy about the first one, and the second would eventually bite me once i returned

Oh, i almost forgot: part of the conditions on returning to school were that a shrink diagnose smth wrong with me thst medication could fix, said shrinks protestations that he couldnt find anything strsightforwardly treatable thru pills not withstanding. Thus began my almost decade long history of coercive administration of psychiatric medications, first fluoxetine and then (after that gave me scrupulosity spirals so severe and immobilising my parents had to call a priest to our home just to hear the worlds most banal confession) mirtazapine, which would regularly induce sleep too powerful to let me wake in time for school and caused me to launch into incoherent delirious fits if my parents tried to wake me for it. (This was not when i was introduced to antipsychotics, which began instead 2yrs later in college after a failed hanging.) So that was fun

I made it back go school the following semester, where i was unsurprisingly just as isolated and emotionally unwell given my lack of any social support and enforced separation from the only person among the students i had previouslybeen close with (my shitty ex). I was incredibly bored and unmotivated, and for the first time in my life started to get failing grades after i continually blew off homework and study

Then, one day, i happened upon a means of relieving my boredom. Sitting in the college admissions lounge i found the guy whod been an ass to me on fb hanging out with his gf, and approached him to start demanding an apology. Obviously he got pretty pissed and refused, so for the time being i left him. But from then on, any time i saw him in the halls vel sim, i would approach him to again request an apology, less out of any expectation he would experience a change of heart than bc it at least gave me smth to do

This reached its summit after a couple of months when, the day of parent teacher conferences, i was sitting in a nearby public library and saw him walking down the street with his gf. Ofc, i followed him and again started pestering him for an apology, to which he this time replied with threats of physical violence. This was apparently quickly reported to the administration as stalking, and my parents were informed of it later that afternoon. They were, unsurprisingly, pretty upset, but let me know later that the school (iiuc) had not yet decided to expel me, but had instead retained the services of a psychologist to determine whether i was suffice sane to be held responsible for my actions enough to expel me. This was the point at which i pulled the "You cant fire me!" with my parents help

It didnt turn out so bad in the end. I was able to start college early at a peculiar but much beloved liberal arts college in my city, where i had a very rewarding undergraduate education leading to a promising graduate school career for 5yrs before similar psychological deterioration (with a much more understanding set of teachers/administrators) forced me to temporarily withdraw, leading to my past 5yrs of faildaughter idleness

Eta: im prolly inordinately self critical about my theologico political juvenilia. It bears the unmistakable quality of in fact being juvenilia but so does, idk, the treatise of human nature. I havent looked at it in ages, i cannot speak much to its merits anymore, but like, if it werent for that stuff i prolly wouldnt have gotten as intellectually far as i did. Even if im still short of where i want to be

[adventures-on-foster-island]

Service and Suport Pokémon

The class takes place in a plush room within the main building, full of bean bag chairs and large cushions for sitting. Ellisa stands at the front of the room with an Umbreon on one side of her and an Espeon on the other.

"Hello students! I'd like you all to meet two Pokémon who are very special to me; Pan the Espeon and Nyx the Umbreon. They joined me over ten years ago, when I was 16 and moving away from home to attend school. Up until then, I had a close support network and attended online classes. When I moved all the way to Kanto, my anxiety and ADHD came to light in a way they never had before. I struggled to make it to classes, turn in school work, and even leave the dorm at all for a while. Eventually, my counselor suggested that I look into getting support Pokémon, and they changed my life.

You see, most people only think of service Pokémon as mobility aids, seeing eyes, and those that can detect things like allergies, blood sugar, blood pressure, and seizures. On the contrary, there are near endless possibilities of ways support Pokémon can help their trainers. Take the move Helping Hand for example; in battle it is used to increase attack power, but outside of battle it can do so much more. Nyx uses it on me to regulate my focus, or more-so my executive function, while Pan uses it to lower my heart rate when I'm on the verge of a panic attack. I've heard of people with chronic pain and fatigue using the move to manage their symptoms as well. Most moves have uses outside of battle, and if trained correctly, can help with some kind of condition. Folks with insomnia or other sleep disorders may benefit from moves such as yawn, hypnosis, and sleep powder, in addition to dream eater for nightmares. People who suffer from chronic pain have a wide variety of options, from poison type moves that dull nerves to fighting and psychic type moves that can trigger pressure points. Future sight is a popular move for those with OCD and anxiety, and Pokémon with the ability telepathy are great for the deaf, hard of hearing, and those who are nonverbal or have times when they go nonverbal."

Ellisa hands out a few items to be passed around; wristbands, harnesses, vests, and lanyards in various colors, all reading 'SERVICE POKÉMON' and/or 'WORKING, DO NOT PET'

"Service and support Pokémon are trained to perform specific tasks to help their trainer. They are working, and should not be interrupted or distracted from their job. Most will have some kind of vest or other accessory to alert others that they are working. These Pokémon are not battle trained, and just because someone has a Pokémon on them does not mean that they are a trainer who is prepared to battle. Service Pokémon must be registered through the PokéCenter system, and business are legally required to allow them inside. There are only two questions the trainer must answer if asked by staff; 'Is this Pokémon required because of disability?' and 'what work or task has the Pokémon been trained to perform?'. It is illegal to ask the trainer about their disability, require any special documentation, or ask for the Pokémon to demonstrate their task.

If you think a service or support Pokémon could help you live life to its fullest, reach out to your doctor. There is a process for finding the right Pokémon for your specific needs that can take up to a year to finalize. It is important to get your service Pokémon from a reputable breeder with a history of successfully trained adoptions rather than catching one wild."

[q-gorgeous]

Your Eyeballnesses

fanfiction

ao3

word count: 1072

The Observants have been more annoying than usual, resulting in the most DRAMATIC throwdown @princessfanonanona

idk if this is dramatic but its funny

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” 

Danny stared at where the observants had appeared in the middle of his school’s gym. The other students were staring at them, mouths opened wide. Danny couldn’t blame them. Their giant eyeballs were freaky. 

“Why are you here?” Danny crossed his arms as he looked at them. They have had terrible timing all week. Why did they insist on always showing up when he was busy?

“You have important royal duties to attend to today, Phantom.” Called the Observant standing in the center of their group. “It is vital you come with us.”

“Reschedule it then!” Danny shouted, throwing his arms up in the air. “I’m in school right now! That’s important too! Stop planning things when I’m supposed to be in class!” 

“We think that the duties of our ghost king are a bit more important than some measly high school classes.”

“You say that but Phil had to get me out of being the ghost zone’s marriage counselor.”

“Phantom-”

“And if it’s anything like, banning ghost cannabis or real world items I don’t want to hear about it. That stuff isn’t even bad.”

One of the observants standing in the group pulled out a list from his cloak and crossed a couple things off of it. 

Danny sighed. “Can you guys just leave? You’re interrupting my education here.”

“Sir-”

“Hello, your eyeballnesses.”

The observants jumped back, startled. Standing behind them was Phil. 

“Phil!” The observant exclaimed. “Please stop startling us like that. And don’t call us that.”

“I’m sorry, but you were the ones who initially asked me to keep Phantom’s living and ghost lives separate in that coronation note I ended up losing.”

The observant scoffed. “You ruined that already. We simply need his assistance with important matters in the ghost zone.”

“As his royal advisor you are to come to me so I can let Phantom know ahead of time when and where his duties are needed.”

“You lose all of our notes anyways!” The observant’s cloak billowed around him angrily. “We came to retrieve him ourselves this time.”

He strode over to where Danny was standing. Grabbing onto his arm, the observant started dragging Danny to where the rest of his group was standing.

“Hey!” Danny shouted. “Get off me!” 

Suddenly Phil was teleporting. He appeared right next to Danny. He grabbed onto his arm and teleported him across the gym. Danny sank to the ground and tried to fight back the wave of nausea. 

“Thanks.” Danny croaked out. “But also not.”

“I’m sorry, your majesty. The observants often undermine your abilities and your work ethic. It seems they have no problem crossing boundaries and nearing treason when their king is a half human boy.”

“I’m not surprised these guys are racist. When have they committed treason though? They’re just trying to get me to go to a meeting.”

“As well as infinite pockets, I have ears everywhere, your majesty. Some are literal, others are as you would say ‘little birdies’ that tell me what I need to know to serve my king.”

Phil stood up and turned to face the observant that had grabbed Danny. 

“You are to leave this school and never set foot here again.”

The observant rolled his one eye. “What power do you have to prevent me from coming here again?”

Danny watched as the other observant’s eyes widened and they backed away. Clearly they knew something that this other guy didn’t. How could anyone be afraid of Phil?

Phil teleported close behind the observant and spoke lowly into what must’ve been his ear. 

“You must have forgotten how long I’ve been dead for. How long I’ve crafted my many skills and powers. It is unwise to underestimate me.”

Then Phil was grabbing onto the observant and throwing him across the gym. He nearly flew into the basketball hoop and landed in a heap on the floor. Danny whooped, cheering for Phil.

“Yeah! Get his ass!” 

Phil flew towards the observant. It was the fastest Danny thought he’d ever seen Phil move. He sent an ectoblast flying at him as he was trying to stand up and it sent him hurtling across the floor again. 

The observant finally stood back up but before he could get a shot back in at Phil, he was being thrown into the air. Phil let him fall back down to hit the ground hard. 

The observant groaned and pulled himself up to his knees. He glared at Phil. 

“You have no right to-”

Phil ignored the observant and picked him up roughly. Danny’s eyes widened as he watched Phil stuff the ghost into his pocket until he disappeared completely. If Phil was always losing notes that he forgot about, he didn’t wanna know how long it would take him to get the observant out. 

“Sorry for that display, your majesty.” Phil said, resuming his usual proper posture. “The observants often forget who is the one with the real absolute authority, especially after so long without an active king. I hope that this will remind them that it is truly you who rules the infinite realms, no matter how hard they try to pull the strings.”

“No, that was awesome!” Danny said, smiling. “I’ve never seen you beat anyone up before! But yeah, thanks. They’ve been annoying all week.”

“You’re welcome, your majesty.” Phil turned back to the rest of the observants who were cowering in a cluster on the far side of the gym. “Come on, gentlemen. Let us have our preliminary meeting so I can inform Phantom about the coming discussions we will be having about the infinite realms.”

Phil walked up to them and grabbed onto the closest one, teleporting them away. Danny turned to grab the basketball he had dropped on the ground when the observants showed up. When he stood back up he saw Tetslaff gaping at him.

“Ah, yeah. I guess you haven’t seen any of the ghost king stuff yet.” Danny chuckled. “That’s my guy, Phil. He was our chaperone for the field trip to the ghost zone.”

“That’s the guy?” She asked.

“Yep. I didn’t know he could be threatening though. I just thought he was some stuffy advisor guy.”

Tetslaff just stared at him. She started to walk away. “Free time for the rest of class. I need to go think about some things for the next hour.”

“Have fun!” Danny called.