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Knowing is Safe CH.2
Chapter 2
Fandom: Redacted ASMR
Couple: Geordi/Cutie
1.9 k Words
90% angst 10% comfort ( I actually did the math)
Intilizised words like this are cutie's thoughts. and the way there formated is important so pay attention ( if you have questions don't be afraid to ask)
Also, the beginning might seem a little confusing because I was trying to keep cutie gender neutral which was hard considering the subject.
For the TW I'm putting a lot of it in a category, still listed but I want it to be clear that the things aren't actually having and are just cuties paranoia and anxiety
TW/CW: Paranoia (Robbery, kidnapping, home invasion, intruder, murder, death, blood, being followed, being stalked, being attacked, abandonment)Cursing. Hinted homophobia and transphobia. slef doubt and hatred.
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PAST
You looked at the page, unsure why it was so enticing. One of the people looked like you. Or what you want to look like.
Beautiful!
Handsome!
Cool!
Confident!
The other person, the same gender as the other. They were, attractive, you focused on their lips, the ones connected to who you wish to grow up to be.
I want that.
The love?
The kiss?
the body?
All of it.
You want to kiss someone.
Yes.
Anyone?
I think so…
You could experiment!
Experiment?
Kiss girls!
Kiss boys!
Kiss people who want to kiss you!
Do people want to kiss me?
There has to be.
I can kiss anyone, of any gender?
I can kiss anyone, of any gender!
I can be anyone, of any gender.?
I can be anyone, of any gender!
If it'll make us happy!
I want to kiss-
“Pumpkin! We need to talk!”
Shit!
Was she listening?
She's always listening.
I hate her.
I love her.
She protecting us.
She's spying on us.
You make your way down the stairs, your mom has a sour look on her face.
“Pumpkin, you can't be having those thoughts. It's umm- those thoughts are not good for you.”
“Why?
“BECAUSE!”
Your father's hand lands on your mom's, calming her.
Thank you, dad.
“Because they lead to… experimenting, and we don't want you to get caught up in that kind of stuff. It’s not for you.”
PRESENT
“Everything’s normal. Human, unpowered normal. Our relationship went back in time, we both kind of ignored that I'm a telepath, that we’re just two normal people in a normal relationship. We’re happy."
No, we're not.
Yes, we are.
We have to be.
For Geordi.
It makes him happy.
So it has to make us happy.
Does it make him happy?
It has to.
“But what about those thoughts you mentioned last week? You mentioned how you don't ever feel safe. Could you elaborate on that?”
He remembered?
Of course, he remembered it was his job.
But we don't want him to.
Then lead him away.
Say it was an accident.
Say it was a lie.
Tell him the truth.
DON'T!!
Tell him you forgot your meds!
“Oh, did I say that? I actually forgot to take my anxiety medication, so we can move on from that.”
He sighed.
Why did he sigh?
He looks disappointed.
I should read his mind.
NO!
Geordi hate’s that.
Hates you.
Just focus on the session.
Wait whys is he on his phone?
He's texting someone.
Does he know?
Is he going to tell someone?
Will I be fired?
I'm gonna be fired.
That doesn't make sense.
They don't trust me.
What if they see me as a threat?
What if they lock me away?
Then Geordi wouldn't be safe.
He'll miss me.
Not if they erase his memory.
They wouldn't.
They would.
If they did it'd be good.
Good?
Geordi would finally be free.
Of you.
Of your powers.
Of the magical world.
You hear that?
What?
You zone back into the world, hearing your work-assigned therapist clear his throat.
“ Even if that's the case your supervisors have started to take notice of how you've changed. Your paperwork is hard to understand and when speculating on a case you jump to wild conclusions that hurt the case. You're less social than before and you've become very panicked by the smallest things. You've also refused to use your powers. These actions have been recorded by D.U.M.P for the past two months. It's clear to me that your recent mood isn't the cause of missed medication but something else.”
Your breathing rises, you try to steady it, hide that what he's saying bothers you, your thoughts are so jumbled you can't make much out other than panic.
“ And from what you've told me I think the cause is the absence of using your power. Up until 2 months ago, you were in constant use of your power. And from what I understand that was the result of your mother's abuse-”
“She didn't abuse me!”
Did she?
No.
But he's the expert.
He didn't live it.
He doesn't understand.
Maybe that's good.
What?
She was protecting us.
That's what you think.
Because she taught you that.
He's right.
NO, HE'S NOT SHE LOVED ME!!
Yes, she did.
Still does.
But what she did is still wrong.
“I'm sorry for using that word. Let me restart. Your mother raised you with a toxic belief, that you could only be safe if you knew what others were thinking, she used this as an excuse to constantly be in your head, not giving you a moment of privacy. When you applied this belief to your relationship you learned how this belief hurt others, so you tried to stop, cold turkey. This has caused you to become extremely anxious and paranoid. As your therapist, I think you do need to become comfortable in your own head, comfortable not constantly reading people's minds. I would also suggest you talk with your partner, I think couples therapy would benefit your relationship. Oh, it appears that our time-”
You were out of the room before he could say goodbye. You rushed to collect your stuff. You always had therapy right after work so you could leave right after. You rush to the parking garage.
Car? car!? where’s my car!?!
It's over there.
Where?
I don't see it.
It was stolen.
It was broken into.
No, it's there.
I see it.
Hurry!
Wipe your tears.
Call Geordi.
No!
Wipe your tears.
Calm down!!
It's not that serious.
Wipe your tears.
You can't drive like this.
Slow your breathing.
Call Geordi.
Ask him to pick you up.
Phone, where?
Purse.
Dial his number.
No contacts are faster.
Wait!
What if the car is bugged!?
It’s not.
But it is!
All your gonna do is call Geordi.
But that's how he knows.
The therapist.
He's listening.
He's not a telepath.
Isn't he?
No, he's a stealth.
So he’s watching.
No!
He's not doing anything to you!
I can't drive.
Take a taxi.
No, I'll be kidnapped.
Train!
Ok.
Where's the train station?
Right.
Left!
I look lost.
You look like an easy target.
There! train station!
Did you lock the car?
Yes.
No!!
Someone will break in.
Steal your car.
I locked it.
No.
You should have driven home.
I can't.
I'm…
Crying.
Not trustworthy.
With?
My self.
So? You don't matter.
SHUT UP!
People are looking.
No their not.
Read their minds!!
No.
They want to hurt us!!
No.
You missed your stop!!
When!?!
Just now!!
No.
map! map! map!
I didn't, it’s the next one.
People hate you.
You should run away!
Just start taking random trains!!
No.
Why?
Because people care for me.
Do they?
Geordi-
He doesn't.
My coworkers-
Are just co-workers.
You don't even have friends.
It's our stop!!
Get off!!
Go left!!
Right!!
Are we lost!?!?
No!
I know this place.
Behind you!!!
What!?!?!
Were being followed!!!
Don't look!!!
Read their mind!!!
No!!
Keep walking home.
Grab your pepper spray!!!
I can't find it!!!!
Hurry they're getting closer!!!
There’s another one!!!!
In Front of you !!!!!
They're gonna attack you!!!!!
Hurry!!!!!
I got it!!!!!
Wait
Their friends.
Meeting each other.
Of course.
Stupid.
Stupid.
What a fucking selfish idiot.
Not everything is about you.
Nothing is ever about you.
Wipe your tears!
Look.
Geordi’s car.
He’s home!
Is he?
“Geordi?”
Nothing.
Silence!
He’s not here!!
But his car.
He was taken!!!
He's dead!!!!
You couldn't protect him.
You killed him.
You ruined his life.
No! He is alive!
He's alive.
You yell out for him again, your voice shaking heavily as you walk toward your bedroom door.
Open the door.
Don't!
His dead body is behind that door.
Blood everywhere.
NO!!!
He's here!
He's alive!
I know it!
How?
I just do.
No, you don't.
You don't even know if there's an intruder in your house.
Is there an intruder?!
No.
Yes!!!!!
How else would Geordi die?
Open the door!
Wipe your tears!
You open the door, relaxing for a second when you find it empty, but then your brain starts working again.
Where is he?!?!?!
He's hurt!!
He ran away.
He was taken!!!
He left because he hates you and couldn't stand to be around a selfish idiot freak
Selfish idiot freak.
Selfish.
Idiot.
Freak.
Unlovable.
Alone.
Alone.
Don't wipe your tears.
You deserve this.
You are a monster.
Monster.
Disgusting.
You're so far in your head you're unaware that your thoughts are now words. Unaware of everything happening around you. You don't hear the door to the garage open of Geordi talking to you.
“Cutie, is that you? I heard you come in, but I didn't hear your car. I passed a farmers market on my way home earlier, I got a deal on your favorite fruit. I went to go grab it from the garage. Where are you? Oh there yo-”
Your trance loosens when you hear a wooden crate fall on the floor, wiping your head around to see your boyfriend quickly trying to get over the fallen boxes. He's rushing to you.
He's going to kill you!!!!!!!
No, he wants to help.
Why?
You ruined him!
Ruined everything!
I love him!!
He loves me!!
He's safe.
He's my safe space.
He not gonna hurt us.
He is safe.
You fall into his arms when he gets close enough, your arms wrap around his squeezing him as you cry into his chest, repeating his name.
“Cutie, cutie? What- what wrong?”
“I thought you were dead. That, someone, broke in, and killed you, and- and I couldn't- I- you were dead.”
“What, babe, what made you think that!? Were you threatened? What happened?”
Geordi tries to look for any sign you were harmed. the movement is sudden, startling you into raising your voice, trying to let out your frustration, trying to shut the voices up.
“I Don't Know! I just - they- I just- nowhere is safe- I can- it hurts! I don't want to hear it anymore- it hurt so much i- I can't stand it- i- please- please help!”
“Okay- okay cutie, why do I do, what do you need?”
“I don't- I don't know-maybe-no I can't -i - but it hurts- he hates it-but it hurts. I-can I? In your head?”
The worry that stained his face started to blend with surprise.
“Yes, yes, go ahead.”
You look into his eyes wanting so hard to just jump into his head, to leave your thoughts behind, but you can't.
Don't.
He'll hate you.
Don't!
He'll hate you!
Don't!!
He'll hate you!!
Don't!!!
He'll hate you!!!
Don't!!!!!
He'll hate you!!!!!
You start to slide down Geordi falls you down, gently holding you, not controlling you just supporting you. You cry harder.
“Ok- ok cutie, I've got you.”
“I just- I don't - I'm so lost- I can't- i- fuck!”
“Shh, it's ok, love- I'm here ok? You don't need to talk. I- you can tell me everything when you- when your calm down and you're ready.”
Geordi gently places his hands on either side of your face, lightly guiding your face to his. You can see how his eyes water and the way his lip quivers.
You did that.
You hurt him.
You try to look away but Geordi prevents that.
“Cutie, don't go there. I don't- I don't know what you thinking but- but don't. Stay here, I've got you. Okay”
You nod as tears sting your cheek hot. Geordi moves his hands, engulfing you in a hug. His arms on your back, moving up and down. You focus on it, the feeling, the sound, focus on Geordi.
He's here.
He's holding us.
He's here.
Here.
Here.
Safe.
Home.
He's home.
He loves us.
Your eyes drift closed, exhausted, you let sleep take over, finally feeling safe enough to be vulnerable.
mwehehehe i don't care that it's crappy ive always wanted to participate in let papyrus say fuck day >:D
[Image Description: A traditional sketch of Papyrus from Undertale. In the first image, he's walking through a snowy area, taking a deep inhale with a strained expression. The Annoying Dog watches as Sans is in the a sentry station in the background, saying, "so cool, so cool, so cool" over and over as he scrolls through his phone.
In the second image, Papyrus blurts out, "FUCK!" with a furious, googly-eyed expression. Sans looks up from his phone and asks, "woah, paps, ya good?" To which Papyrus replies, "NO, I JUST STEPPED ON A FUCKING LEGO BRICK! AND IN THE FUCKING SNOW! WHO THE FUCK LEAVES A FUCKING LEGO BRICK IN THE FUCKING SNOW I FELT IT THROUGH MY-"
Sans thinks "dang son" during Papyrus' spiel, and the Annoying Dog leans away in surprise. End ID.]
(thanks @anistarrose !)
I'm losing my marbles at the latest doctor who episode like this is the first doctor who ep to make me cry in a w h i l e like- fuck you lindy pepper- bean you peice of shit spoiled ass rich kid I'm so pissed and sad rn tffff. the doctors reaction absolutely broke me like why did they have to be so mean?!?! were they being racist? were they being classist? were they just mean???? ahhhhhhggg
FUCK.IM SO FUCKED😭😭😭!!!!!
i thought way to much abt posting this but its seriously to funny i haveto
fleshing out lamb’s old gods n the dynamic between her and Camilo <3
here’s the full text!!
can’t decide if Camilo talks casually ( and southern for some reason ((im that some reason)) ) or all fancy like Lacey n them
fleshing out lamb’s old gods n the dynamic between her and Camilo <3
saw the maid dress stuff going around <333 (cw: suggestive)
(Goat’s Narinder/Rin text: You are just as ugly when partially exposed as you are when fully exposed, goat.)
now you listen here bucko
i got my fucking OSHA certification card, go break your legs and shatter your skull dickwad
‼️ Tw blood/death ‼️
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🔸 genre: fluff, angst, explicit, forbidden love au
🔸 warnings: cursing, cheating, pseudo-incest (they’re step-siblings), you’re meant to hate the main characters fyi
🔸 word count: 4.8k
🔸 author’s note: writing this pushed me out of my comfort zone, but i’m glad i did it. please let me know what you think of this. i’m genuinely losing my desire to share fics on here lol. happy reading~!! :]
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I hate how horny everyone is, I'm desperately blocking tags but it dosnt fucking fucking work, I'm just trying to read some analysis on a scene I don't want to see your smut. I don't care that people make it, just tag it properly?? Not everyone wants to see that
Tldr: tag your shit
Priorities: An Alec Lightwood Drabble
Word Count: 100
Read it on Ao3
A short fic showing what Alec values the most.
CW: Swearing
Fuck it. That seemed to be Alec’s mentality when it came down to his family. Fuck the Clave. Fuck the rules. He could not care less about how other shadowhunters viewed him. What mattered to him was that he set an example for other shadowhunters to live their truth. What mattered to him was that he raised his children to know that they are and will always be accepted for who they are. What mattered to him was that he would be able to take care of Magnus, Rafael, and Max and show them all the love in the world.
Ok but like if they all came back to life, I feel like it could go one of two directions with how the choir reacts afterward
They could either never bring up what happened with Karnak because it was like too painful or something
Or it could go in the complete opposite direction with them constantly bringing up what happened, usually to make fun of each other
Like one day this one teacher is being a huge jackass so when the teacher asks if they have any fun facts they’d like to share with the class Noel just stands up and goes “When a lioness has children-“
Ocean and Constance are desperately trying not to laugh
Mischa makes it a personal game to call as many people as possible a spielverderber
Somebody is talking for a really long time during a presentation and when it’s over Ricky just signs “And that is why not everyone should have a library card!” while Mischa just tries to not burst out laughing
Penny will sometimes recite Ricky’s Silver Surfer speech just so she can laugh about it later when people are like “Wow. So deep 🥲”
Sometimes you’ll just hear one of them humming everyone’s songs
The funniest time this has happened is when Noel caught Ocean humming “This Song Is Awesome”
Constance bakes everyone Zolar themed cupcakes and they’re so good
Marx is the type of mother fucker who would take a bite out of a whole pineapple
not even sliced up either
Gotta work on that spacing
concept: there are lots of different worlds and all of them have different levels of access to magic. Some are just all over the place and some have no magic at all.
You would think that we would be one of the strictly non-magical worlds, but actually, that’s not the case—we don’t have like, a huge excess of magic, but we have, like, dreams, and the placebo effect, which puts us pretty solidly in the “Numinous” world category.
[footage of the inside of an ordinary Eastern-European home, taken with a handheld phone camera, the man filming is walking from the living room to the back door of the house]
man, narrating in russian: Every fucking year, this time of the year, the pond at my backyard gets infested. What do ponds get infested with? Frogs? Poisonous weeds? Geese? No. Not my pond.
[The man opens the back door, stepping out into a garden. Three or four nude, human-like figures dash from the borders of a pond back into the water.]
man: Rusalki! I don't know where they come from or how they get here, and I can't afford to hire an exterminator every year. I can't let my cat outside anymore. Last year a rusalka managed to drown a whole deer in my pond, the stench was unbearable.
[He walks as he speaks, approaching the pond. There are several eerily beautiful female beings peering at him from under the surface, their long hair floating in the murky water. Their eyes are gleaming in an unhuman way. The man holding the camera stops to film them.]
man, calm and deadpan: What the fuck are all of you staring at. Get jobs or something.
[One of the rusalki, smaller than the others and clearly not a fully matured adult, slowly reaches out of the water with her white, thin hand, grasping his ankle. He appears unconcerned.]
man: You can't drown me, you little idiot. You're too small. Shoo!
[A loud thud startles the rusalki, making them scatter. A second thud makes it clear these are the approaching footsteps of something massive. The man turns around and points the camera at what appears to be a house, walking past above the treeline with chicken-like legs]
man, now yelling: IF YOUR HOUSE SHITS ON MY YARD AGAIN I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD-