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Knowing is Safe

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Fandom: Redacted asmr

Couple: Geordi/Cutie

Takes place during the newest Geordi audio(Your boyfriend asks for your trust) So spoilers for that video. It is what I imagine Cutie says and thinks. I plan on doing another part. All of Geordi's lines arent mine I just typed out what was said in the audio.

Words indented like this are Cuties thoughts

Trigger warning: Unhealthy parenting, Implied eating problems, argument, non-consensual mind reading.

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Past

“Repeat after mom, Knowing keeps us safe.”

“Knowing keeps us safe.”

“Good. I know I've given you this talk before, but you still haven't learned. We were given this ability, to protect ourselves, and the ones we love. Others believe we just listen in, that our ability is simple. It's not, we are inspectors, we tune into a brain, and we will know all we need, including who wants to hurt us.”

This is stupid, it's just re-

“No”

You looked up at your mom, confused.

“You said you 'd stop reading my mind without asking.”

“I know but as I said, telepathic powers are to protect us. As your mom, I need to be in your mind, as much as possible, to protect you. whether you want me in there or not. Do you understand sweetie?”

You nod, whispering yes in your head. Your mother preferred thoughts over words, she says that they're pure.

Present

“You didn't always have powers, you lived your whole childhood without them, without hearing anyone's thoughts. You were raised in a house where people had magic and you didn't, not at first, not until you were old enough. Didn't that ever make you feel vulnerable, different?”

“All the time, I never had a moment to myself, she was always in my head. But it was a good thing, she always knew when I needed help, and I never had to tell her anything. It was a good thing, that's what she taught me, she protected me, and that's what I want to do for you. I just want to always know you're ok and safe. I don't want to talk about this anymore, I can't.”

“Okay.”

 The oven goes off, and before you can ask Geordi, refuses the food.

“I think I'm going to sleep.”

Your mouth opens but shuts when Geordi specks.

“ Because I'm tired and you don't seem to have much to say anyway, so maybe sleep will  help clear my head a bit”

“Ok, ill- ill sleep on the couch toni-”

"No, I don't want to sleep separately tonight I'm upset but that doesn't mean I want you gone, it's our bedroom, it's our bed, both of us just because, just because I'm hurt doesn't change that. Good night."

And he's gone, leaving you alone, with your thoughts, something you've never been used to. You look down at the dinner he made, letting your thoughts take over.

I can't eat.

but he made it for you.

That was before you hurt him.

But he still loves you.

But he didn't say it.

But he does.

How do you know?

He still wants them.

To use them.

No, he loves them.

Or he's just not cruel enough to kick you out this late.

He loves them.

No h-

Stop, theyre not breathing.

Shit!

breath.

Breath.

Breath.

Good, keep breathing.

Eat, you forgot to pack lunch.

No cant, not hungry.

That's a lie.

Don't want to, not worth it.

Then go to bed.

What bed?

Your bed.

Yours and Geordi's bed.

Not ours anymore.

He said-

Shut up, why am I such a mess, my thoughts aren't like this, there organized.

You love him.

That's not an answer.

Your worried.

Worried, of course I'm worried, I'm always worried about him. He doesn't let me in, and I can't keep him safe from outside.

He doesn't need your protection.

He doesn't need you.

Your worried about losing him.

I'm always afraid of that, nothing in the world is trustworthy.

You worried he'll leave.

You shake your head and decide you need rest. You walk to the couch when you remember that he wants you in his room.

It's your room to.

You hesitantly walk to your bedroom, then back to the kitchen, then back again. You repeat to yourself to breathe as you open the door, you take a deep breath, letting the comforting scent of your partner calm you. 

"Geordi? Are you asl-"

"No, I'm not asleep yet."

You take a few steps, towards the bed, looking at Geordi’s back, so stiff, so uncomfortable, you want him to relax, be happy.

Maybe massage would help.

You think he wants you touching him?

What about snuggling?

Even worse, you'd smother him.

You already do.

I didn't mean to. 

Doesn't matter, he hates you.

He doesn't hate you, he loves you.

How would you know?

Say it, if he says it back-

Then he's just being nice.

no - he's not like that, he tells the truth.

He didn't at the pool party.

You didn't give him the chance.

Shut up. Just say it.

"Geordi? I um I love..."

Come on finish the sentence.

What do you love? Breaking his boundaries?

No.

Then why do you do it.

"I love you to"

See they love you

He's lying.

No, he not.

Check then.

No don't, that'll make things worse.

Only because you'll know the truth, that he doesn't love you and he's disgusted by you.

You enter Geordi’s thoughts, just to get away from your own, but you regret it. He's fighting with himself. Your heart breaks more, he doesn't know if he loves you, and worst you know he has every right to question his love. Even when you leave his thoughts, your thoughts repeat as your back is facing him, but not touching.

“Maybe trying isn't enough”

It isn't.

Then just stop.

Stop trying?

No.

Yes.

Just stop trying and start succeeding.

What?

Don't enter his mind, ever

ever?

Ever. not even if he says it's okay.

But what about his safety?

He’ll still be safe.

But why?

To make him happy.

 But I'll be miserable.

And paranoid.

But he’ll be happy.

He's been hinting at this.

When?

He said you're too used to being in people's minds, so stop.

But that's my job.

Then stop doing it outside your job.

You need the break anyways.

You'll have more energy for work.

There are no cons.

 Okay.

Then it's settled, this power is only for work.

Ahh i loved that judd fic so much I love angst to happy fics they are my absolute favourite and you write judd so well!!! Could you do one where Judd thinks the reader is losing interest or wanting to break up but ends up being a misunderstanding? Maybe because Judd isn’t very affectionate or very open with his feelings therefore the reader sometimes thinks he needs space and stops trying to latch onto him so much which he thinks is weird cos they usually like to be close to him and while they’re giving him the space they think he needs he sees them getting closer to another guy who seems kind and he think they’d rather be with someone like that? I’d love to see how you would write how Judd would react to this maybe he starts trying to be more affectionate in his own Judd way wanting to be able to give the reader what the want cos he doesn’t want them to break up with him but he’s not sure what to do about it or what ever you feel like he would do ?❣️❣️❣️

Still mine

Pairing: Judd Birch x gn!reader

Summary: Judd is jealous of one of your guy friends, who you seem very comfortable with. So much so that he starts to doubtif you even want to be with him.

Warnings: posessiveness, uncertain feelings about and miscommunication in an established relationship, slight argument, swearing,

A/N: So since I'm, like, one of the two people that write for Judd here, I decided to keep this request. However, I encourage everyone to look at the bio, if requests are open or not. That way I don't have to decide if I'll keep your wonderful requests or no :)

picture is from Google

Snap.

The sound resonates through the quiet room. Judd looks at the broken phone in his hands and with a roll of his eyes he throws the two pieces into the trash can next to the door, before flopping down on his bed with an annoyed sigh.

The young man just finished a call with his partner. He asked them if they wanted to come over, but they refused. Now, normally Judd wouldn't be so pressed about something as trivial as this, but this was the third time this week that this had happened. And each and every time for the same reason too.

And the name of that reason was Martin. Martin was a guy from (Y/N)'s class, kind, but nerdy dude, who Judd's partner was so nice to take under their wing.

Now the two seemed inseparable. Judd tsked. He got that they had other friends and people they wanted to be with, but at this point, they were spending more time with him than their own boyfriend! Besides, Judd didn't particularly liked how affectionate they were with the bastard. He's seen the two of them together when he picked (Y/N) up sometimes and they were all over him, while that fucking moron did nothing but blush in response. Judd grit his teeth as he thought about what he'd do to him if he tried anything on them.

But, would they really mind it? Judd asked himself, but immediately shook his head with a grunt. They were not the type of person to cheat, Judd knew that. But the way (Y/N) was getting so comfortable around Martin...

Judd got up from his bed and went to open a drawer at his desk, where he stashed burner phones. He quickly put in (Y/N)'s number, having memorized it long before they even started dating and shot them a quick text, saying "Come over asap. We need to talk."

* * * * *

"Is everything alright?" Martin looked up from his position on the ground. You two were studying for your biology exam that you're taking tomorrow, when your phone bleeped, signaling that you recieved a new text message. At first, you smiled, seeing it was your lovely boyfriend, but the contents of the message left your stomach doing sommersaults. Martin, of course, noticed all this.

"Hey, um," you started, scratching the back of your head "would you mind if I cut this short? Judd wants to see me. It sounds urgent." you got up from Martin's bed, which you occupied up until this point. Martin, laying on the ground, got up as well, so he could walk you out. The whole time he assured you it was ok and that he hoped you weren't in trouble, because "That guy can be scary as hell." Well, you hoped he was right.

* * * * *

You nervously gripped the steering wheel the whole ride to the Birch's residence. What could he want from you? Have you done something wrong? Were you in trouble? You tried very hard to concentrate on the road instead of wallowing in your worries.

You parked in front of Birch's home and walked in. Diane, as well as Elliot told you long ago to not knock, since you were "like family" as they said, although you were suspicious they were just glad somebody finally managed to "tame" their rebellious son, not that you'd ever try to do that. You still weren't really used to just waltzing into their house like it was your own, but today was an exception. Although you were looking to get up to your boyfriend's room as fast as you could, you didn't forget to shout a greeting to Mrs. or Mr. Birch, if they even were in the house.

Your mind registered hazilly no response to your greeting, but you foggily remember passin Nicky, Judd's younger brother, on the stairs. You mumbled a quick "Hi!" and "Outta the way squirt." before stopping right in front of Judd's door with yellow caution tape plastered on it.

You hesitated for a few seconds, before knocking on the door softly three times. You knew he wasn't going to answer, so you waited a little bit before slowly opening the door and sticking your head through. "Babe?" You called hesitantly.

Judd was leaning on his desk, facing the door. He motioned for you to come in and you did. Oh, you hated how small he made you feel with that intent gaze that never left your face. You hated how it made you curl into yourself, trying to make you seem as small as possible. Be it any other situation, this gesture would make you feel hot under the collar, but now you just felt like an employee who the boss carpeted for messing up.

"You wanted to talk?" Oh geez, you even sounded like it, you thought. Judd quirked one brow "You tell me. Is there something you want to tell me?" What did he mean by that? You quickly raked your brain for anything important you needed to discuss with him. But you couldn't come up with a single thing.

You looked at Judd again an said slowly "No, I don't think so..." Your boyfriend frowned and growled "So you wanna wait until that fucker finally makes a move on you before you end it or what?"

In that moment, you must've looked like a dead fish. Mouth wide open and eyes wide. It took you a while before you got what he meant and you couldn't help but laugh "You- you mean Martin?" you managed to get out before falling into another fit of laughter. Judd's frown got deeper "Yeah, I mean fucking Martin." he spat.

When you kept on laughing, Judd growled at you "You think this is funny?!" You nodded, tears falling onto your cheeks, your stomach hurting from laughing so hard. You tried desperately to regain your composure, so you could explain the situation to your dummy of a boyfriend. But you couldn't help but continue loaughing, because, how can a man who can write a whole ass manifesto be so clueless??

Eventually though, you caught your breath again and said "I just wanted to give you more space babe." you smiled. But to your surprise, Judd only scoffed "Yeah. Cut the bullshit (Y/N). I'm not a dumbass. Don't try to turn this into doing me a favour."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Was he that thick? You took a deep breath to keep up with his bullshit and not to do something you would later regret, before you asked "What do YOU think is going on then?" Judd folded his arms over his chest and answered "You've been avoiding me for that jackass Martin, and don't even try to deny you don't like him, I've seen you two all huddled up like loverbirds. Tell me, when didcha get sick of me huh?" Judd cocked his head to the side and squinted at you, his tone demeanful.

But you remained calm, trying not to give into his game. "I'm an affectionate person is all. I just thought you wouldn't be into that stuff, so I'm affectionate with him. But that's it. He's JUST my friend, Judd. Nothing more." you shrugged. Now he was left gaping at you. When he said nothing, seemingly mulling over the information you just gave him, you continued "You're a pretty secretive and distant person, y'know that? Not that I mind, it's one of the reasons I fell in love with you, I just...didn't want to overwhelm you with my affections and need for attention."

Judd looked...surprised, to say the least. He really didn't know what to say. But you looked like you weren't lying. As if you read his thoughts, you quipped "Now is the part where you say sorry." and winked at him. Judd smirked and made his way to you, only to wrap you up in his arms.

"Never." he said "But I'm glad you're still mine."

Hiya I was wondering if you could do a (platonic) fic that is Reader x Antisepticeye where he comforts the reader that's struggling with their anxiety (if you want you can put in that the reader is having a panic attack) and he just gives them support and comfort (hugging, encouraging words and cuddles) Hope this isn't too much of an ask <3

Panic Attack (Antisepticeye x Reader)

TWs: Panic attack, mentions of argument(s)

(Sorry this took so long, I've been very busy. I hope you like it!)

You sat on the floor, knees to your chest. Your thoughts spiraling with every little breath you took. The argument you'd had with your roommate, Anti replayed in your head.

The things you'd shouted at each other stung deep into your soul.

The silence of the air around you felt thick enough to slice through as your tears pooled around your feet. The weight of every little word you'd shouted at him felt like an avalanche of guilt.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by the sound of faint glitching by your bedroom door.

"May I come in?" Antis raspy voice called out, it was filled with uncertainty. You didn't respond aside from some more tears and frantic breathing. He glitched into the room and knelt in front of you. "I'm uh, really sorry 'bout the things I said t'ya. Could ya try breathin' with me?" He suggested, You did as he told, a small weight lifting from your shoulder. You made an attempt to stand but your legs trembled, you started falling back to the floor but Anti caught you. "You're gonna be alright, Lets head t' the kitchen and I'll make you some tea. Then we can sit on the couch and watch whatever ya want, sound good?" You nodded, leaning on him for support.

You sat on the living room couch as Anti placed a hot cup of tea in front of you before he sat beside you. "Thanks." You muttered quietly, smiling at him. You leaned over to him and gave him a hug. He just sat there, a bit shocked for a moment before he hugged back. "Course, it's what friends do." He responded, a small smile forming.

Character Question 15

Fists or words

Zach: fists all the way. Mostly because he'd be creamed if he tried to Fight with words.

Freddie: basically the opposite. He can ruin someone with words and will be absolutely murdered if he gets into a physical fight. He might claw at you if he gets frustrated, but he's easy to brush off (like a feisty kitten)

Bella: prefers words. Her silver tongue will beat anyone. However, if she's forced to, she can hold her own with fists (even more with a sword)