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thefae-journal · 1 year

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make a wish (don't tell me or it won't come true)

fandom: The Good Place ship: Janet x Eleanor POV: second person, Eleanor

word count: 3611 warnings: none

summary: “It’s not something people know. It’s a belief. I believe in it. The coin I threw into the fountain will grant my wish.”

or...

Eleanor finds an unexpected special something with Janet.

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When you wake up, he’s not there. The side of the bed he sleeps on is empty. No indent in the pillow or the mattress. Instead, he leaves you a calendar, and he is on the cover. And every single page. Every Jeremy Bearimy.

You don’t hesitate to hang it on the wall of your bedroom.

Then you remind yourself that you love him. The tape you stole from Mindy St. Claire that’s definitely not Cannonball Run II—you’re not that creeped out by it anymore. You said you love him first. You didn’t expect him to say it back.

He did. Hearing those words again, those three words, keeps you warm somehow in a place that’s already eternally warm. Even though the sun doesn’t exist. You’re still unsure of how this all works.

You turn off the T.V. and slip the tape back into its case.

ii.

It’s a few mornings later that you’re starting to miss him. You avoid all of the places you’ve been to together, especially the places you went to before he walked through that door. You don’t want to be reminded of him, of what you had, at least right now. Mourning a loss that you wish never came.

You find yourself in your bed for most hours, holding the pillow where his head would be close to you. Maybe you can start by changing the sheets. Or the layout of the whole house. Anything to just make it yours. Not something you share, shared, with him.

For some time, you contemplate this, wondering if you should change anything at all. If changing the interior of the house is going to help you feel any better. You groan and stare up at the ceiling, then over at his face that’s plastered on the calendar. The shine in his smile, his entire face really.

He would want you to do this, right? He would want you to grow and discover yourself outside of him. Do things without him. And if that means flipping the house upside down, you’re going to flip the forking house upside down.

You push the comforter away from you and dangle your legs over the edge of the bed. Your sock-covered feet barely touch the carpet. “Janet?”

With a light bing, Janet appears in front of you—the Janet you’ve learned to appreciate during your time in the fake Good Place. The Janet that has grown just as much as you have, yet still wears that purple vest and skirt, and blue patterned blouse. Like she doesn’t have any other clothes she can wear, like she can’t magically change her clothes at will.

Despite the many reboots this Janet had, and the upgrades that came along with them, that same smile paints her lips.

She waves to you. “Hi, there, Eleanor. Is there something you need?”

“I would like to reconstruct the house,” you say, gesturing for her to follow you into the kitchen. Days you’ve spent drafting up a blueprint, something that you learned from Michael during the time you took his spot as Good Place architect.

On the kitchen island is the blueprint, a new design for the house. There is a rock at each corner to keep the blueprint from folding in on itself. And next to the blueprint is a bowl meant for cereal, to remind yourself to eat.

While you worked on the blueprint, you sometimes forgot to eat, too focused on drawing lines and figuring out the ideal layout for your house. A house that just fits you now. A brand new house where there is no trace left of him. It’ll make it easier for you to move forward, until you’re ready.

You don’t know when you will be ready, but you’re not going to force it.

In one bing, the blueprint appears in Janet’s hands. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Why wouldn’t I be sure? I asked for you here. I’m ready.”

...

It’s like breathing in fresh air. The atmosphere that you live in is entirely new, and you were right: you feel so much better.

The kitchen is smaller. You don’t need a lot of room, and you don’t really cook, not when you can ask for Janet to conjure up something for you. Or you can cross through that green door and go to your favorite restaurant and not have to pay. You know that past Eleanor, before she was crushed by a line of grocery carts, would’ve loved that.

Your bedroom is a bit bigger than it was, maybe because you’ve downgraded to a full-sized bed that was previously a queen. It can still fit two, if you happen to fall in love again, but of that, you aren’t sure. There’s a love seat on the other side of the room next to a walk-in closet. On the door, hanging there, is his calendar. You can never get rid of it. That, it always stays.

Janet gives you a Nintendo Switch that has virtual console—for nostalgia purposes—as a house-warming gift. You tell her that she can stop by whenever she wants to play. All the games will be easy for her, being a vessel of knowledge, but she probably doesn’t care. And she might kick your ash a few times in Mario Kart. Well, any game you play with her actually. You don’t mind. As an apology, she summons a plate of shrimp for you.

In the living room, on the couch, you hold that plate of shrimp. “You know, you don’t have to give me things every time I lose. I mean, it’s great.” You bite into a piece of shrimp and hum in content. “Third isn’t that bad. Whenever Michael joins us, he always gets in eighth. That’s when you give apology food.”

Janet nods, and you set the plate down on the coffee table in front of you. “Maybe we should tell him that it’s better to have more acceleration over speed on his kart,” she says, playing around with the back bumpers of her Animal Crossing controller.

“Nah.” You press A to bring you back to the title screen. “Another cup?” Before Janet can get a word out, you continue. “No using your Janet powers this time. It’s cheating.” You huff and select ‘two-player race’.

iii.

You and Janet revisit the Good Place, or what it once was. A town with frozen yogurt shops on every corner. Literally every single corner. All frozen yogurt, which does get old after a while.

The buildings and frozen yogurt shops bright and colorful, maybe even too colorful. A ‘happy’ town that could never be assumed as the Bad Place. And that little fountain. You sit on the ledge with her, your favorite Good Place frozen yogurt flavor in hand. She served it for you. Perfect swirls and just the right amount of toppings.

You close your eyes as you take in each bite of the tasty treat with gummy bears and waffle cone crumbs.

With the food variety that the actual Good Place has, you haven’t touched frozen yogurt. Not since you got there. Returning to it, the odd flavors that scale all the way up the wall of the frozen yogurt stores, brings a sense of calm, somehow. A feeling that was absent after Chidi went through that door. Arc. Door? Whatever. But it’s not what he described, when he knew that it was his time.

For you, your life in the afterlife isn’t complete. Not yet.

You just now realize how big the serving of this frozen yogurt is, and the cups of frozen yogurt in the past, before reaching the salvation of the Good Place, and put the cup down beside you after eating half of it. Full. “I think I needed this,” you tell Janet.

She smiles, a softer one than her usual. “I know. Well, I know a lot of things. Would you like a coin to toss into the fountain? That is what humans do, right? To make a wish?”

“I would love one.”

A nickel appears in her palm, and she hands it to you. “Make a wish, Eleanor.”

You balance the nickel between your fingers and allow yourself time to think of a wish. But how can you make a wish when the Good Place can give you anything you could ever want without a wish? It can’t bless you with a new love, what you’ve been craving lately because you can’t feel that with him anymore. Love that you are starting to miss. The afterlife and Earth are the same in that regard; you have to find love on your own. Does that mean it’s the only thing you can wish for?

“Okay. I think I have one.” You turn a bit to partially face the fountain and toss the coin in. It plops into the water, doesn’t make much of a splash.

Janet watches in awe and summons another coin. She drops it into the fountain. “Maybe both of our wishes will come true.”

You raise an eyebrow. “What did you wish for, Janet?”

She giggles and stands up, offering her hand to you. “If I tell you, it might not come true.”

“Yeah. I forgot about that. I kinda think it’s stupid though.” You grab your frozen yogurt and take her hand. “How do we know if that’s real? You should know, knowledge not-lady.”

“It’s not something people know. It’s a belief. I believe in it. The coin I threw into the fountain will grant my wish.”

Back to the green door, you walk, throwing out your half-eaten frozen yogurt on the way. You also stop at a few places to reminisce. Your old house in all its scary clown glory, the train station that doesn’t lead anywhere. The large pond with that bridge. Or maybe it’s a lake. Some body of water.

The area of green and the stage where all of the announcements happened. The fake talk shows and awful book signings. Really awful book signings. Except, on the grass that never grows, there aren’t any chairs. It’s empty.

iv.

Friday nights are movie nights. Nights where you pick a movie Janet has never seen. Of course, she knows about them and their general plot, but she’s truly watching the movie for the first time. A little light bulb glows behind her eyes at each moment that happens on screen, and it warms you. More than the blanket wrapped around you.

Less than Janet’s arm wrapped around you. Your head on her shoulder. Every now and then, she strokes your hair, your short locks that tangle in her fingers.

You thought, after entering this position, you would fall asleep, but Janet talking through the movie and asking you questions keeps you awake. Hell, she’s talking so much that part way through, you had to turn on subtitles because all you could hear, can hear, is her.

She’s trying to understand. The different actions of the characters, why they make them. She searches her ‘knowledge-base’, you call it, and that’s the only time it gets quiet. You’re not sure you like the quiet—quiet meaning she’s not speaking—and would rather have Janet’s voice fill the space. It has a soothing nature. That’s all.

That’s all.

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The credits roll, and you’re stuck, comfortable. You sink deeper into Janet’s embrace, cross your arm over her and hook your hand at her waist. You don’t pause the movie, exit, find another one to watch because you don’t want to let go. You don’t want to lose this, whatever the fork you’re feeling.

Is it fuzzies? The weird flips in your stomach that people call butterflies? Whenever her fingers touch past the rolled-up sleeves of your plaid shirt, gracing skin. Only for a moment. Then finding the fabric again.

She leans her head against yours, cheek to hair. “Do you want to watch another one?” she asks.

Lips to hair.

Tingles vibrate through veins, from the center of blood flow to your hands. You can’t speak. You can’t answer her. When you try, nothing comes out. She kissed your head, and your whole system is shutting down. Collapsing in on itself. Kind of like Janet after her first reboot. No thoughts, head empty, except for cacti.

“Eleanor?” She rubs your arm. “Are you okay?”

You hum a ‘yes’. Or try to. It sort of sounded like a weird whimper. Or just a really high-pitched hum that doesn’t match your voice register at all. You shake it off, ignore it. Pretend it never happened. Move on.

Next movie.

You asked her on a date, and, for a second, or more than a second actually, got nervous because Janet seemed confused. She wondered what the date was supposed to mean. She knows that friends go on dates and that romantic partners go on dates. So which was it?

She ranted, one of her cute little rants, analyzing knowledge and data. Referencing pop culture and society—as much as she could understand of it.

You don’t remember how long she went before you told her to stop. Grabbed her hand and tilted your head to the side. By that alone, without having to explain, she figured it out.

“I’ll go on a date with you, Eleanor.”

...

At your favorite cafe in Arizona, thanks to the green doors, you sit at a two-person table and wait for her to show. Come through that door, not the green one, but the door of the little cafe.

The cafe is outside your hometown, or was outside your hometown before you died. You’re not sure where it is now, if it’s still standing. How many years have passed on Earth. If it was torn down like that restaurant you got sick at that one time when you were a kid. Your mom told you then that you getting sick there was the reason why it was torn down. Honestly, you believe it.

It’s Arizona. You had seen crazier things. Not as crazy as Florida, though. Jason won that point. And every other point.

You order yourself a latte, and just as it gets to you, the bell of the cafe dings. Janet, wearing a different outfit for once, one you recognize from one of the reboots. A brown vest and skirt with a white blouse with small polka-dots. Her hair is tied half-up. She holds her thumb in her opposite fist, but lets it go to wave to you.

Soon, one of those hands is in yours over the table. Her not-skin soft and warm. You brush your thumb over her knuckle. Conversation lingers, random things because she knows everything about you. Or you ask about her. The history of Janets.

“I don’t know what would’ve happened if the judge ‘erased the Earth’,” she says, giving your hand a squeeze. “But I’m glad that she didn’t. I don’t know if I would exist ever again. Or if this would’ve ever happened. If the Good Place would’ve been fixed. I try not to think about it.”

“You might’ve not met Jason. Me.” You bow your head. “You’re right. Let’s not think about it.”

Twenty minutes or so you spend in the cafe before you leave, hand-in-hand. You show her around this little town, a town you wished you came to more. The family-run shops and the park a few blocks away. You lead Janet there, to the park you always attempted to drag your mom to.

With her, you walk the path in the comfort of silence. At least between you. On playgrounds and grass fields, kids play, made-up games or tag. You rarely got that, at least when you were with your parents, because they pushed you and your needs aside. But this isn’t real anyway. Just an image the Good Place created for you.

Yet somehow, it still hits. A light slap to the face.

Janet stops, so you stop. You don’t know why, but once she opens her mouth, asks if you’re okay, you realize that your hand was tensed up. Muscles tight.

“Can I take you somewhere?”

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In elementary school, when you would stay over at a friend’s house for multiple days at a time and come to this little Arizona town, you had a secret spot. A tree stump in the woods of the park, and in the rings of the stump marks your initials. Marked, because it might not be there anymore. Washed away or faded overtime. Or just gone.

“I told my friends that this place was where I wanted to have my first kiss,” you say, approaching the lone tree stump surrounded by alive and growing trees. “Of course, that didn’t happen. I think maybe I forgot about it. I mean, I was just a kid then. I had dreams and fantasies. I played games where I ruled all of Arizona.” You kneel down in front of the stump and trace your fingers over the faint initials that rest there.

Janet laughs. “That’s very Eleanor Shellstrop of you.” She holds her hand out to you to help you up, and you accept. She takes your other hand, too. “I don’t think it’s a silly thing to dream about. A special moment in a place that makes you happy.”

You glance around you, at the tree stump, the almost too perfect leaves that carry wind. Or today, a warm breeze. Memories flood you. Your friends saving you from some pretend monster. You were the princess, and the girl you’re pretty sure you had a little crush on then was the prince. A knight that helped you down from the tree you climbed up as your own way to escape the monster.

You cried so hard that day because you wanted it to be as real as it could be. You were actually a distraught princess that needed to be rescued. And now, you’re just a girl from Arizona that saved the universe. Changed the afterlife for the better. You’re a different person. You make things you want a reality instead of dreaming of it. Instead of pretending.

That means you can make the kiss real, too.

You guide Janet’s hands to your waist, tugging her closer, while your own link behind her neck. “Is this okay?”

“Yes. It’s more than okay, Eleanor.” She leans forward to press her forehead to yours. Noses, lips, inches apart. “I think I love you. We’ve spent so much time together, and I’m enjoying every second of it, even beating you at Mario Kart.”

You giggle. “I knew that you getting first place every single time wasn’t luck! You were using your Janet powers even after I told you not to.”

“Guilty. When we get home, I’ll make sure to give you extra apology shrimp.”

You’re looking forward to it. Home. With Janet. Shrimp, so much shrimp. And rounds and rounds of Mario Kart until you grow tired and fall asleep in her arms. Oh, woof. “I think I love you, too.” Pause. Exhale. Your hands settle on her shoulders. “Can I kiss you?”

“You can kiss me. Right here. I would like to be kissed, very much, yes,” Janet says, pulling away just a bit, enough to see you.

Enough for you to see her. The light in her eyes. The freckles that dot her cheeks and nose. Quiet, but noticeable at a close distance. A distance that becomes not existent, lips on lips. You cup her face, gentle.

She doesn’t taste of anything, her lips, like you might’ve imagined at some point. During one of the hundreds of reboots. Or several of the reboots. Despite that, there’s something about them that captures you. A pink fire burning beyond your skull. They’re perfect. Feel perfect. Just like she is.

The kiss is short, shorter than you would’ve preferred. But you’re letting Janet take the lead, and she ends it after a few seconds to hug you. She brings your head to her chest and whispers another ‘I love you’.

No ‘I think’.

vi.

“I never told you this, but what I wished for came true.” You pause the game of Mario Kart and lean back on the couch. Eyes meet. “You know, back at the fountain.”

It’s been a few Jeremy Bearimys since that day in the woods of an Arizona park. Left in the Good Place, it’s just you and Janet. Michael now living through his life on Earth, Tahani making tests, and eventually designing Good Place neighborhoods. You get to see her sometimes, but not often enough. You’ve sent her postcards to all the places you went to with Janet, and she congratulated you on your new found relationship, as weirded out as she might be about it—she still hasn’t quite processed Janet’s relationship (and marriage), to Jason.

Janet sets her controller down and reaches out to twirl a strand of your hair, then retracts her hand. “It did?” She nods to herself and does that thing when she thinks. When her nose crinkles and she hums, a long, drawn out hum. When she tilts her head, then opens her mouth in an ‘o’ shape. “Oh. I believe mine did, too. What was your wish?”

You turn to face her, bringing your legs up on to the couch. “I wished to find love again. What about you? Not telling me did make your wish come true, huh?”

“Yeah.” She looks down at her lap, her thumb held in her opposite hand as it always is. “I wished to never be alone. I’m not alone. You’re still here, with me.”

“And I’m not going anywhere, babe.”

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notsocheezy · 14 days

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Brain Curd #26 - Fanfic Friday #4

Brain Curds are lightly edited flash fiction, posted daily and usually written with the intention of being terrible… in an endearing way. Please enjoy these continuing adventures in The Good Place.

“Michael, it will be so good to see everyone again!”

“Not exactly, Tahani. Since they don’t remember their afterlives, they don’t remember us either.”

“That’s disappointing. I’ve designed so many afterlife tests and I’ve had no one to name-drop to. Everyone here in the Bad Place has tortured the people I’d be bragging about helping.”

Chidi and Eleanor remained hidden behind a filing cabinet, listening in closely. Eleanor could barely hold in her sense of vindication.

“See, man! I told you! We’re in the Bad Place!”

“Oh no…” Chidi held his belly. “I’ve got a stomach ache…”

“I knew that story didn’t add up! No offense, but you aren’t like any of the guys I’ve dated.”

“None taken…” His eyes went wide. “Oh no.”

“What?”

“Almond milk.”

Michael put his hand on Tahani’s shoulder. “It’s too bad, I know. But there’s an upside to them not remembering us. It means you can design their perfect afterlife tests!”

She stepped back. “Me? Oh, no, Michael, I’m too invested!”

“That’s exactly why you should be the one to do it! You know exactly what makes those three tick. You know just what buttons and knobs to push and turn to make them their old reformed selves.”

“Sounds like brainwashing to me.” Eleanor whispered to Chidi. “I’ve heard enough. Let’s get the fork out of here before they see us.” She ran off to the green door and Chidi anxiously followed.

“Don’t leave me here!”

“It’s not so simple.” Tahani, laughing nervously, replied to Michael. “There’s more to it than just… tweaking things.”

“Oh, come on, Tahani,” He waved his hand. “I’ve been an architect longer than you’ve been dead. I know how it works.”

“I understand that… but, well, you haven’t been the most active in recent memory…”

“Fine, I’m a little rusty. Tell you what - we’ll work together on this. With my seniority and your dexterity, we’ll have our old friends back in no time. Then they can help us solve the bigger problems.”

“On that note,” Janet added. “Five more departed souls have returned since we started this conversation.”

“Oh no.” Michael shuddered. “Are you noticing any sort of pattern?”

“I am…” Janet lowered her eyes. “All of them are people we’ve met. People I’ve met.”

“What are you saying?”

“I think I might be the cause of this.” She said matter-of-factly.

“Listen, Janet…” Michael sighed. “I know this is very stressful for all of us, but you shouldn’t blame yourself. Even as the most advanced Janet in all of existence, I still have my doubts that you could accidentally reassemble souls out of the aether.”

“I’m not sure I did. They might not actually be our friends.”

“Are you saying they’re Janet babies?”

“I suspect so.”

“But you’ve never made an exact replica of another person before. It just doesn’t add up.”

Janet sighed. “That’s not entirely true. Back when you were still on Earth, I became lonely and tried to make… a facsimile of sorts.”

Michael frowned. “Don’t tell me this is another Derek situation.”

Janet pursed her lips.

“Oh no,” Michael and Tahani said at the same time.

“Jasom?” Janet said as if requesting a step-child from the other room.

“Jasom?” Michael said as if reading a foreign word from the back of a bag of imported cheese puffs.

“Jasom?” Tahani said like the barely familiar name of an ex-boyfriend.

With a popping sound, someone who looked almost but not quite entirely like Jason Mendoza appeared in the room.

“Friends, Romans, Countymen, lend me your beers.” He bowed to the other three. “My name is Jasom Endoza.”

Janet smiled awkwardly.

“I…” Michael trailed off. “I think I need to lay down. Yeah. I need to lay down for one or two… eternities.”

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punchkicker15 · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Good Place (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Janet/Jianyu Li | Jason Mendoza Characters: Janet (The Good Place), Jianyu Li | Jason Mendoza Additional Tags: Touch-Starved, Good Place Reboot, Physically Injured Character Comforting Emotionally Distressed Character, Hurt/Comfort, Kissing, Touch Starved - Character Startled by How Good Being Touched Feels Summary:

Set during the Pick-A-Pet Day in the reboot shown in the episode The Worst Possible Use of Free Will. While Eleanor and Chidi are bonding over her lost lizard, Janet and Jason get a few stolen moments together.

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Janet had never been to Earth. The closest thing she had to a home was her Void. But she was a being made of knowledge, and every day, knowledge from Earth inhabited more space inside her. Earthlings kept doing and creating and thinking things, and Janet soaked up knowledge of each of them and the thousands of connections that existed between incidents. She did the same for her Good Place neighborhood, but there were only 322 humans to keep track of, which did place some hard limits on the sheer number of shenanigans and more dignified events to record. If all went well, she would go on absorbing knowledge until the end of time and never reach a limit. But Janets didn’t always perfectly conform to the theoretical specifications; otherwise, there would be no need for a reboot or marbleization functions. If that happened to her, another Janet would step in to soak up the overflow.

She hoped it would be Disco Janet. She was fun.

#jason x janet #janet tgp #jason mendoza #the good place tgp #fanfic #fanfiction

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moonah-rose · 1 year

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And the award for my favorite ever comment on a fic of mine goes to:

😂

They proceeded to kudos a bunch of my other works so gonna guess it was praise.

#seriously best comments are either incoherent screaming or just wtf bruh #fanfic joys #npl #hellstrop #tgp fanfic

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erinawritesheadcanons2 · 2 years

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Broski...you are in the prime stage...creepypasta, fnaf, and Tfp...your reliving my childhood.

Anyways. If i may request Magnus and Smokescreen romantic headcannons? They could be whatever you'd like them to be! You're writing makes me feel like I've just gone back in time and I love it 😭🥺

♥ General Romantic Headcanons of Ultra Magnus, Smokescreen and Optimus Prime♥

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A/N: Hey there bro! I would not say I'm in the stage of TGP, FNAF, and Creepypasta but I do really miss them and all of the good fanfics about them (Which most of the fanfic that I read were really good but some of them were bad...I am talking about wattpad fanfics.) So yeah, that's why this blog was created.

Gender: Neutral

Warning: None

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Ultra Magnus

Ultra Magnus is not someone who isn't really romantic. He was rather stiff, and awkward, and prefer to internalise his emotions and focus on his job rather than socialising with the other Autobots such as Bumblebee, Arcee, Smokescreen and Bulkhead.

That doesn't mean he cannot try his hard to make you happy since you are his s/o but he is doing it in his own way. Although, at the start of the relationship. He would be very awkward about it.

Let's talk about his love language. As someone who is shy with affection. I can see he would rather use Acts of service to show his love to you because he is not good at words of affirmation nor showing physical contact.

Ultra Magnus would be glad to help you with data when studying or learning some kind of cybertronian languages or trying to help you to do a little bit of research about Cybertron's past. He can be the best mentor since he doesn't have explosive anger like Ratchet.

Ultra Magnus would also get a little bit protective with you when you are scouting out together with him. He would stick with you most of the time and look out for any Decepticons that try to harm you.

Ultra Magnus would also give the best suggestion when you need a solution from him but do not expect that he would sugarcoat his words. Not because he's trying to be an asshole but he just cannot see the point to sugarcoat his words when the fact is like that.

I am sorry but Ultra Magnus isn't cuddly or a romantic autobot. He's not into physical touch nor he could calm someone down with his words. After all, he's the reason why sometimes people or other bot angry or cries since he could be a little bit tactless

In summary for Ultra Magnus, his love language is tutoring you, protecting you from Decepticons, and becoming your listener as he give solutions or answers.

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The light of the Autobot counter base was dim and hard to be seen around with normal human eyes. (Y/N)'s eyes glance around before looking at the screen in front of their/her/his eyes. There were numbers, cybertronian Autobot language, cables and keypads to type down.

Ratchet had told you to help him a little bit with the data that he just gave to you. At first, there was no trouble and you understand the task very well until you got the last part. There were many confusing codes, especially there were some Decepticons Cybertronian alphabets that you did not understand.

After typing down some answers that you guess, it would only be popping out a red 'X' sign from it. Stressed with repeating wrong answers, grumbles and curses escape from your lips as your hands slowly press the hurting area of the back of your head, massaging your back migraine to ease the headache.

But you did not realize a pair of sky blue eyes notices your stressed condition as his eyes travelling from the bottom of your feet until the top of your head. Ultra Magnus slowly comes out from the hallway as his large feet make contact on the metallic ground, getting closer and closer to you and standing behind you.

The navy autobot notices that you had trouble handling the last data that Ratchet gave to you. He wanted to tell Ratchet that he shouldn't put his work on you but there was no one who are intelligent enugh to handle such difficult objects other than Optimus, himself and you. Realizing this, Ultra Magnus had an idea.

Walking up to you, Ultra Magnus slowly reads the data that were laid in front of the girl "(Y/N), Are you having a problem solving this case?" Ultra Magnus asks.

"Yeah, could you help me a little bit?" You look up at him.

Ultra Magnus nods before he stands right behind you as both of his hands were next to yours, pointing out some answers and the explanations that you need to finish the cases as quick as possible. However, the close contact between you and the tall commander made you feel a little bit bothered, hot and nervous. You were never this close with Ultra Magnus.

You want to tell Ultra Magnus to give you a little bit of a space since you can feel the heat coming out from his body but you were thinking twice. Ultra Magnus probably did not realize that he was being too close and things would get awkward between the two of you.

Ultra Magnus notices the slight discomfort on your face even though you didn't speak any words out, "Is something matter, (Y/N)?" he asks. You couldn't tell him and shaking your head side to side, lying right in front of his face and acting as if you were fine with the close distance between you and him.

He was confused at first because he could tell that you don't look fine at all until he realizes that he was too close to you with your back almost touching his chest. He flinches a little bit as his cheeks turn a little blue from the Energon "A-ah. I am very sorry for making you feel uncomfortable." He says, stepping aside and deciding to stand right next to you. Because of the space that was given, a sigh escapes from your lips as you felt glad that Ultra Magnus gave you the space.

"No... it's okay and thanks for giving me a little bit of a space," you mutter but still loud enough for him to hear it.

"It was no problem. I am sorry for making you feel uncomfortable," he spoke to you.

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Smokescreen

Smokescreen can be romantic but not as romantic as Knockout since it's canon that Smokescreen can be quite childish, a little bit selfish and doing action before action first.

He can make you happy since you are his s/o but he would also annoy you a lot since he can be quite reckless and his actions can anger you sometimes.

Let's talk all about the romantic things he would do for you since you two are spark mates. Your relationship with him would be like a roller coaster since you're dating this Autobot.

I can see Smokescreen would be glad to drive you around as you are driving next to him (If you are an Autobot) or inside him (If you are a human).

When driving around, the two of you gonna talk about the most random things and talk to each other about what happened when the two of you were still on the Cybertron.

I can see Smokescreen using his holoform when going on a date with you as he brings you to the arcade and plays games together with you.

Since Smokescreen is quite immature, he can be a huge prankster. Some pranks were funny but some are right down annoying for you, especially if his pranks are messing with your paint job or clothes.

Other than his annoying pranks. He doesn't have emotional intelligence just like Bee. So you can expect that when the two of you fight, he would pout and give you silent treatment like a kid.

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The gently swipes the sands of Nevada, America as the wind blows against your alt form/face. Above five o'clock in the afternoon, the temperature of the desert was getting colder as the wind got stronger than before. Nonetheless, it was still a nice feeling as you enjoy the view of the desert.

Enjoying the breeze, you heard another sound of a car engine from far away as the sounds of the machine got louder and louder. No need to turn around, you know who's car is that before there was a loud shifting sound from the transportation. Showing your romantic partner, Smokescreen. The new member of the Autobot.

"Hey babe! Why are you in here?" He strutted up slowly to you, careful with his steps.

"Oh hey Smokescreen. I'm just chillling out in here, it's a nice feeling when you can enjoy wind blowing against your face," you explain to him.

"Really?! Let me try!" He stood there trying to feel the windy sensation against his face.

However, it did not last long because he couldn't just be standing there like a statue. He feels restless, it feels wrong for him that he doesn't move around and stay calm. It was silence for a few seconds until you can hear him groaning in boredom along with the should of shifting once again.

"It's getting boring!!! Let's go somewhere else instead!" He said

"Fine, where do you want to go?" You roll your eyes at the childish Autobot.

"Let's go racing/arcade game together. I will use my holoform!" You swore even if he is in his alt form, he is smiling giddily.

"Okay, let's race/go to an arcade game together," you take a deep breath before huffing the air out. You were in a mixture of amused and unamused with his antics but you are still going with him nonetheless.

Timeskip

There was an enormous button in front of you, along with Smokescreen on your side and a large hammer that is quite heavy in front of you. However, that doesn't make you back away as you give Smokescreen challenging eyes before inserting the coins inside of the machine and grabbing the hammer with both of your hands.

With all of your might, you lift the large hammer up before bringing the stuff down and hitting the centre of the button with all of the strength you had in your arms and hands. Many people saw the screen of the score and their eyes widened, not expecting you to be able to smack the button with such quiet strength.

However, Smokescreen only crosses his arms. at the total of the score and laughs, "That's it? It's quite impressive but I think I can have more score than you," He challenges back. Grabbing the hammer out of your hand before inserting the coin as well. Twirling the hammer, Smokescreen uses all of his strength to smack the button just like what you did.

Seeing his points were bigger than yours, your jaw dropped on the ground and you couldn't believe that you loose against your childish boyfriend whose currently laughing in his holoform. "Aw c'mon! That's not fair!" You whine, crossing both o your arms.

"Hahaha, it's alright, sweetheart. Maybe next time you can beat me down," he wraps his arms around you, trying to stop you from your puffed-up cheeks and jutted-out lips. Still not accepting that he won against you, you pushes his arms away and storming off, earning a chuckle from Smokescreen.

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Optimus Prime

Optimus Prime, the leader of Autobot. I can see that he can be romantic but also he has a little bit of difficulty with being romantic to his s/o.

As you are aware, Optimus was chosen as a prime to save his Cybertron planet and destroy Decepticon. Because of this, he can be really busy.

He has many jobs other than leading, sometimes he needs to make a strategy of how to take Decepticons down along with searching for some relics that can help Autobots in the war.

Because of this. I cannot see him with a S/O who always wants his attention 24/7 as the other Autobot member needs his help constantly, especially ratchet and Ultra Magnus.

However, other than being busy. I can see Optimus secretly can be romantic because of his gentle and caring personality. Unlike Megatron, he does not have an anger issues.

Optimus would likely have words of affirmation when being romantic. Word affirmation as in his words can be very comforting when you feel down after a fight.

Because of his nurturing side, I can see he would be likely to say at your side when you are injured after fighting with the Decepticons. As he was staying on your side, he would always check your condition if you have gotten better or worse.

Optimus might always internalize his feelings and doesn't show it but I can see he has a hidden soft spot for you. There would be a time he would wrap his arm around you and hold you close if you are an Autobot or use his holoform if you are a human.

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The sound of a grasshopper chirping an owl can be heard in your ears along with the sound of wind blowing against the glass and hitting the metallic surface of the walls. It was very calming for everyine but not for you as you curled up on your bed/birth and wrapping your arms around your body.

After those fights with Decepticons. Ultra Magnus's words struct your mind and it makes you keep thinking about it until now. He was right it's not the right time for thinking about love where out there Decepticon is still trying to destroy Autobot and taking over the Earth and Cybertron.

But Ultra Magnus notices every time how you act around Optimus. You were less guarded, more vulnerable, and using your feeling instead of your brain which makes you act more reckless sometimes. Even if he was right, it still hurt your ears nonetheless even though he doesn't mean anything harmful with it. He just wants you to be more careful.

You did not realize but your recent actions were noticed by the leader of the Autobot. His eyes would observe your every movements as today you were more down than before, less active and more silent. Even though he mostly focuses on the computer in front of him, it did not go missing on his eyes to see you like this and it really breaks his sparks.

Seeing you going to the bed/birth with a sluggish walk and eyes looking at the ground, he's planning to talk to you after he was done with the cases before turning it off and giving it to Ratchet. "Ratchet, I have done all of the cases that Agent Fowler has sent me. I need to go for a few moments," he began walking away, leaving Ratchet who immediately takes over the computer.

"Yeah yeah, you can go now," Ratchet dismissed him.

Timeskip

Approaching the room, Optimus Prime presses the button of the bedroom/birth room to open up the room as he sees you curled up on a birth/bed and hugging yourself. No one can see it but his frown was getting a little bit deeper than before. worried about your recent actions before he carefully walked up to you with or without his holoform.

Optimus carefully sat next to you, his hands slowly and gently held one of your arms, "(Y/N), Are you alright? You are acting rather strange today," he sat closer to you.

"I'm fine..." you lied to him.

"(Y/N), I am aware that you are not fine. Please, do not lie to me," he could sense that you were lying to him as he adjusted his voice to make it softer.

"I...I;m sorry Optimus. I cannot tell you the exact reason but..I really need just some space and comfort," you mutter.

"I see....could you please come here (Y/N)?" Optimus whispered to you, he carefully wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you to his chest as his arms gave a gentle stroke in a singular line motion on your arms.

Seeing this softer side of Optimus Prime made your eyes widen in surprise, you did not expect this such a gentle side from Optimus Prime. He was mostly stoic, and doesn't let emotion get the best of him as many people would think of him as a sparkless bot but you know that's just a lie to fear the leader of Autobot where in fact Optimus is very gentle with everyone.

Slowly you could feel your optics or eyes getting a little bit droopy, not realizing that you are feeling sleepy because of the warmth that Optimus provided for you. In the end, everything turns dark and the leader of the Autobots was relieved to see you relaxed once again.

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joke's on you, I have fanfiction, mc can romance them then ahahahah.

HHAHAHFJAKFJJF NO YOU'RE RIGHT

(if anyone writes fanfic for tgp at any point in time please tag me i'd love to see)

#answered asks #anon

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Hi! I love your Good place story’s and headcannons! Sorry that this is long, but can I request a Sadist Michael x Masochist GenNeu Reader (smut)? Maybe they met Michael when he was still working for The Bad Place?? Idk where you cross the line, but can it can include bondage, derogation, biting, foreplay, etc?

Write whoever, honestly! I haven’t seen any yet, but thank you if you do my request! <3

a match made in hell | Michael (The Good Place)

synopsis: when Michael found someone who also was praying for making something different, he couldn't help himself. [2K]

warnings: cursing. very kinky. masochism and sadism, bondage, derogation and some evil schems to torture our loved Soul Squad.

ps: you simply wouldn't be able to understand how much I love that request!!!! Really, that story was perfecly formed on my mind! Sorry for making you wait, I am not so confident in my english and use some time editing. Also, this is my third time writing a smut more detailed, so... Thanks for requesting, I really do hope you like it!

Tedious.

When did you start feeling like this? Maybe two centuries ago? Eventually, everything becomes a blur. All memomies meet and it's hard to say from what moment they are. But you know for sure that, a long time ago, you didn't feel that way. No. It was exciting. It was funny. It was challenging. You desire it. You felt smat, important, talented. And now...

Design the project, build the new neighborhood, deal with Bad Janet, welcome the shitty humans. Do it all over again. Forever and evermore. Maybe try a different coffee, add vanilla on it. Or change the color of your pants, try a new kinda of suit. What about, instead of designing on a white sheet, use a blue one? At the end of the day, nothing ever changes. Ever.

So, yes, boring.

It was supossed to be your dream. And it was, for a really great time. But now, it is just a obligation. Something you have to do because... well, someone has to. And you are great, awarded so many times, an inspiration. How can you be so important, Shaw's right hand, and still feel like that?

When the new architect start his presentation, you we're almost sleeping. Part of it because your work is to irritate anyone that need do to something important, made them deal with a little patient test, but also because what would change if you pay attention? Everything will still the same, so why bother?

What you couldn't imagine, what made you lean your elbows on the table and look at the presentation board carefully, is that you heard something new. Not only something new, but something not fucking stupid. At least not entirely.

"Psychological torture?" You licked your lips, holding the presentation clipboard and reading his name. You knew what his name was, but you pretend to forget so those new demons can be put it in their places. You talked before Shaw, what was normal. You scare the newbies, he watches and have fun. "Michael, thats riscky."

"As it should." His smile was something. You could smeel his nervousness, literally. He is surrounded by experienced demons, by people that torture for way more time than he is alive. Shaw is the most important person down there. A leader. And you are his favorite. You worked for that. And yet stinking of fear, he didn't stopped smiling. Michael was proud. "We should like that job. It should be marvellous. Yes, this is riscky, but if it works our entire way to deal with humans will change for better. Better for us, obviously."

Shaw silenced some laughs when he threw the clipboard on the table. "And who said we don't like it?"

Even tho you love how nervous Shaw can make anyone feel, that wasn't an ideia that you could just discard. Something on your chest said that to you. Something screamed that it was more than just an attempt.

"I don't."

All demons around the table looked at you. They didn't even say anything, to surprised to use their mouths. What would they say? They are just a group of yes-man without something special to say. The only cruel demon whos oppinion matter to you was Shaw.

"You don't like to hurt them?" Shaw didn't blink. You don't think he ever did that.

"I love to," you reaffirmed to him. "But don't you feel tedious? Like if you closed your eyes for more than three seconds you could just sleep? Yesterday I heard a men screaming because I shoved some spiders up to his asshole and all I could think about was if I had turned off the gas."

At this point you had already stood up, exposing your oppinion as you walked. You approached Michael, the creative novice, but ignored him. With your back to him, you read the million-step plan for the new neighborhood. "The Good Place". You could feel the eyes on your back, but you just stared at the troubled blonde on the sheet.

"Remember when we realized that humans hate when we use their nails to rip out their eyes?" Now you we're looking at Shaw. His faced we're emotionless, as always. "When we started using divorced couples to hurt one another? Or when we finally understood why their vocal cords we're so sensitive?"

"Nostalgia," Shaw said, hating the sound of his own voice. "Thats your argument?"

"Thats the only argument I need," you smiled. "I would do anything to feel that again. Wouldn't you?"

And besides being a cunt on every situation, you knew that he was dying to do something new. "Fine," Shaw said, almost like he didn't want it. Probably he didn't, at least not as politely. "You can mentor him. Have your fun. I bet it on last six months."

"It's a bet."

Exciting with the tought of working on something new, and a little bit worried about making something that Shaw would approve, you didn't realize the eyes observing you. Analysing those four assholes whos lifes you would help turn into hell, you simply didn't pay attention to the man behind you.

Michael wasn't able to use his words.

You defended him. You supported him. You agreed. You felt the same. More than anything, you convinced Shaw that it was a valid idea. Michael didn't expect that from you. Maybe another architect dreaming about something new would act that way, but you? Someone so important, talented, awarded? His inspiration?

Michael was not prepared for this. For you to look at him. To talk to him. To agree with what he said. Michael was not prepared to have you so closed to him, paying attention to his work, believing on him.

And Michael was definitely not prepared for you to mentor him.

Your experience was something that he could only dream to have. Michael lived millennia and was nothing compared to you. And while you mentor him, teaching him what your live had teached you, Michael was responsible for creating the soul of the neighborhood.

"So..." You swallowed. It wasn't what you expected. Walking along the colorful alleys, a strangeness shivered your back. This was so anormal. So different from anything you've ever done. "Frozen yogurt?"

"What do humans thinks that they love but they actually hate?" Michael asked, and even tho it seens obvious, that didn't look like the right asnwer for you. "They took something they love with their whole souls and made it worse so they would have it more. Frozen yogurt."

You agreed, not so sure about that. "It looks just friendly to me. Don't see how that would make their lives something unbeareble."

"It will," Michael smiled, jumping on his pretty suit. "You gonna see it."

The night lit you both. Among the empty alleys, but colored as if they were used every day, you both walked to make sure the neighborhood worked. After so much work, all that remained was to ensure that there was no problem caused by a Janet's mistake and to receive the four little shits. So far, there were no errors. She worked well. Really well.

"I could never have imagined that you were bored," Michael said, walking beside you. "I thought if anyone among us knew what they were doing, it would be you."

"I love this job, but we deserve better. They make mistakes, they hurt others, and it's our job to make sure they're punished the way they weren't while they were alive. But why should that be a penance for us? Those Good Place assholes like what they do. We deserve the same."

Michael couldn't agree more.

"Now that the neighborhood is ready, are you going to move away?" He asked, hoping the answer would be no. "Everyone who will act are ready for work, but you still haven't said what you want."

"I don't think acting is for me. I'll keep causing pain."

"I think you'd do well," Michael was sincere.

When you saw another Frozen Yogurt, you sat in one of the chairs exposed on the porch. Sitting facing each other, you shook your head. "I'm not subtle. It would spoil everything."

"I don't think it would. On the contrary." Michael's smile was... something

"Michael, Michael, Michael. I'm starting to think you don't want me away. Do you like my company or do you just prefer that I am the one addressing Shaw during meetings?"

"You discovered me," he teased. "Now I have to find someone else to do the hard part."

When the silence took a while to break, he spoke again. "Or maybe I enjoy your company."

You just stared at him for a moment, letting the fake moon shine on you. Something in you wished you could touch his hair. It looked so soft. The other wanted to rip that stupid tie.

""Still, I can't see how that would work. I'm sure that on the first problem I would lose my mind and jump on someone's neck. I bet the first one would be the Florida guy. It would ruin everything."

Michael's eyes gleamed. That was a sight that made his chest shudder. He might have shut up, but Michael was never a coward. "You just need to learn to be more patient. I can teach you that."

You leaned your elbows on the table, watching him more closely. The phrase could be understood in an innocent way, but you were too smart for that. A defiant smile appeared on your face. "You think you can teach me something?"

"I know I can try."

You could have stopped that conversation there. Said you was joking, that you needed to get back to work, that you both were co-workers. It was just saying that you didn't want to. No. You just thought: What bad could happen? And that was enough to make any doubts disappear.

"Feel free to try as much as you like. I doubt you'll get anything."

Michael stood up, which surprised you. Thought he wouldn't know what to do. Michael sat on the table, next to his body, and crossed his arms. "I like a challenge," he said.

No.

He promissed.

When his fingers began to undo the knot that held the tie around his neck, a part of you lit up. It was as if he had read your mind. Slowly, he released the fabric and stretched it between his fingers, smoothing out what was previously wrinkled.

"Get up."

You remained seated, arms crossed.

Michael approached. His fingers latched onto the back of your neck, gripping your hair and forcing you to look him straight in the eye. He could even control your head, but not your eyes. You looked down, consciously choosing to make sure he didn't get what he wanted, little knowing it was a sight that made Michael never want to walk away from you again.

"Are you going to make your life difficult, sweetie?" Sweetie. It wasn't an endearing nickname, but rather a harsh word. He released your hair abruptly, causing your body to sway in the chair. "As you wish."

Michael took your hands. With the surprise, you ended up being lifted from the chair. He deftly placed your hands behind your body, bringing them together at the small of your back, and used his tie to secure them. You squirmed, getting in his way, but your intention wasn't to stop him. You just wanted to piss him off a little bit. He knotted it tightly, the fabric brushing against your skin hard enough to mark. You will survive. Better: you liked it

"You don't have to pretend you don't want this," Michael practically purred against your ear. His body was pressed against yours, your back against his torso. When one of his hands pulled your hair back, the other grabbed the knot that held you and played with the battered skin. "Don't act like a saint. That doesn't suit you, sweetie."

The words, the velvety way they came out of Michael's mouth, it made your insides turn. You wouldn't need much more to be ready for him.

"What will you do?" Your voice was husky, as if you hadn't used it in a long time. "I've seen that you can talk, but I don't think you have anything but a foul mouth."

Michael's laugh chills you.

Without warning, Michael forced your spine against the table. Lying on top of it, helpless against the cold metal and with your lower body exposed, there wasn't much to do but wait. Quickly, Michael got rid of your clothes. He just ripped them from your body, not worrying about the future.

The empty neighborhood didn't stop you from feeling like you were being seen by the whole world. Maybe you were. And that was delicious. To think that maybe there was someone lurking in the shadows enjoying the little experiment.

Michael's hands touched you body, grabbing everything he could. He touched you like it was the last time, like he would never feel your soft skin again. He was possessive, brutish, relentless: maybe it wouldn't be the last time.

"I want to hear you beg for me."

"In your dreams." He didn't see it, but he knew you were smiling. It made his cock throb.

He bent down, biting the thin, cool skin of your ass. It would leave marks. A little more force and maybe blood would come out. It wasn't an idea that disgusted you. To think of his mouth wet with whatever liquid your body could produce. Michael hungry for you.

"Is that all you know how to do?"

Michael licked the sensitive skin. His fingers crept up your thighs, tingling, until he reached your core. He pulled his fingers away, brought them to his tongue and moistened them, and without warning he penetrated you. Your body nearly convulsed with the brute act. That muffled sound was so perverted. It almost made you ashamed. Almost.

"Michael," you moaned, knowing full well it would cheer him up. "Oh, Michael."

You felt him spit into you, only to re-enter with force. A few thrusts later, you noticed something crawling on your skin. Something big and thick. Without warning, he started fucking you for real. And Michael had no pity for your trembling body.

"Tell me what you want." His voice was so raw it drew a groan from her. "I thought you liked talking. Come on, I want to hear it."

You wish you could touch him. Pull him close to you and devour his mouth. You hadn't kissed and it was so lewd. You wanted to touch his dick. You wanted to put it in his mouth and choke. You wanted to be seen. You wanted to be heard. You wanted to feel pain. You wanted a lot.

"I want," his hoarse groan stopped you from talking. Michael went harder, laughing at how pathetic you were.

"Speak up, my dirty little whore. I don't bite." Michael sighed, feeling the sweat trickle down his body. "Oh, that's a lie. But you like it."

The more he talked, the more he cursed you, the more you wanted him. Ah, if only you could control the situation. It would make him cry with exhaustion

A slap crackled against your skin. Your ass burned. And more slaps burned your skin. Each stronger. "I fucking want to hear you."

"I want to come." You could barely open your mouth to do anything but moan. "Michael, make me come on your dick."

Michael tapped your thigh again.

"As you wish."

And without mercy, he violated your body until you couldn't breathe. And he didn't stop. Even when it was uncomfortable. He kept going until he was good again and, without saying a single word, he came after your second peak.

"More patient?" Michael mocked.

"Not at all," you replied, barely breathing.

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