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[madwomansapologist]

shawn falling in love with a human would include

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synopsis: Shawn have never looked at a human and felt anything but pleasure in knowing how much pain he would inflict on them. It got really difficult to do so after he understood that maybe not every human deserve to be tortured. But being interested on you, willing to spend time with you, now that was a fucking problem.

warnings: fluff. falling in love. sadism.

• If someone a Jeremy Bearimy ago said he would work to make humans until they deserve to go to the Good Place, Shawn would call Bad Janet and make her record a ten minutes laugh track. He would say that this was a delirium, something that would never happen.

• At first he fought against Michael's theory. Even with facts to hold on, he tried to sabotage him. But Shawn was lying to himself. Is just that how could he go on knowing that he tortured people that didn't deserve it? That most of his work was a mistake, a error because of a system he didn't create? How could Shawn go on with that?

• When he started working od the Fake Good Place, Shawn felt like a CEO that lost everything and started again as a intern. And even thought he hated it, deep down he agreed that it was the best idea. And he even had some fun. Apparently Michael was right (again): torturing human's hearts is way more fun. Toying with the organ is pretty great to, he won't lie, but it still fun.

• But one thing was to test humans. To try to make them grow and evolve while also getting off with the emotional pain they feel. To agree with Michael. Other, and completely fucking different, is to like a human. That he won't fucking do.

• And he didn't. Until he did.

• There was something about you that Shawn just couldn't ignore. Maybe it was the way you laugh after doing something embarrassing. Maybe it was your voice when you talked to him, thinking he was just a neighbor. Or the way you looked at him without fear, but with interest. As if Shawn could be anything.

• He definitelly wouldn't just accept that he fell on love. Shawn would see you as a intruder. Shawn will spend a lot of time with you, he was so inclined to proof that you are a bad person that he didn't even notice how that only made him like you even more.

• And even thought he feels so complete when he's around you, Shawn will keep on turning your life into a living hell. He will plan with the other demons, focus on things he know you will personally hate, gather information about every single one of your fears.

• Shawn will keep on lying to himself, saying that you are a bad person and that's why he's so intrigued bt you. The only way for him to see his mistake is for you do a pure, selfless decision. Something big, something impossible to deny.

• With that, his sadism will dissapear bit by bit. That side of him that got so interest on designing traps for you will slower down. If you don't deserve to be tortured, than he can't just do it anyway.

• And with you thinking that Shawn was a friend, you also didn't get him space to not be closer to you. Without a chance to plan against you, all Shawn would be able to do is to apreciate you.

• He would notice how you guffaw at his mean jokes. How you talk to him when you are scared. And how you care about people around you. Shawn would see your flaws so clearly, but your qualities would blind him.

• Vicky would be the one saying that he's in love, singing about ring bells and cerimonies while Shawn almost give up to the tentation of smashing her head against the ground.

• But when you fail to enter the Good Place — and most people don't enter on their first try – is when Shawn finally get himself together and decided to act the ancient being he is.

• On your next passage by the Good Place, you have a soulmate. And you don't know why, maybe because of something ethereal you know nothing about, but Shawn looks so familiar for you.

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[mipexch]

i love animating these little freaks

[totally-here]

3 times Phantom's Guardian was Mentioned + 1 Time He Showed Up

One

Phantom’s introduction to Young Justice wasn’t as dramatic as Empress’ or Slobo’s, or even Arrowette’s first introduction to the cave. No, it wasn’t during the Olympics, or on a battlefield, and he didn’t come in injured and looking for help. 

Impulse just brought Phantom in one day and insisted that he should join because he’s their age, interested in justice, and now that Greta’s human again they need another ghost member. So Phantom stayed, popping in and out for missions but never really sticking around all that long. 

Today is one of the days that Phantom’s with them on a mission, that being looking around a lab of the Brain’s that had an energy surge recently, despite it being presumably abandoned. 

Kon got paired up with Phantom to check the rest out first, since they both have better hearing than Anita and Tim, who were both still in the main room working on checking the computers for previous activity. 

The room is dark except for the light green ball glowing slightly above Phantom’s hand. He waves it around enough for it to reflect off of glass, then throws it up to the ceiling. The light expands enough to illuminate the room. 

Phantom mumbles about not knowing he could do that. Kon ignores him and moves closer to inspect the glass tubes to the side of several monitors set up. 

“Looks like cloning equipment,” Phantom says, casually. He drags a finger through the dust gathering on one of the monitors. “Don’t think they’ve been activated recently, though, so that’s good.”

“What? You got a problem with clones or something?” It’s a quick and defensive answer, and Phantom puts his hands up in surrender. 

“Not in concept.” He shrugs and joins Kon near the tubes. “But not a lot of people ask before making clones.”

“So I don’t need to sic Superman on you?” Obviously Kon could chew Phantom out himself, but few can do a “not mad, just disappointed” face better than Clark. 

Phantom scrunches his face. “Why would you need to?” 

Kon stops pretending to inspect the tube and stares at Phantom. “You do know I’m a clone, right?” The blank look on Phantom’s face tells him that no, he did not. “Well I am. Clone of Superman, though we’re pretty much brothers now.”

“Cool,” Phantom says, not a bit less friendly. He hesitates for a second before continuing, “Could I maybe ask you how you got there? Me and my clone have landed on cousins, but that was also, like, given to us by her evil dad. So.”

Phantom trails off. Huh, that makes three members of the team that have been cloned. Not a lot, but it’s weird that it’s happened three times. 

“You’re making sure she feels accepted, right?” 

“Yeah! Well, whenever she’s around. She,” Phantom waves his hand around, looking for the right word, “She’s a wanderer. Exploring the world and stuff. But Richard has a room for her at home, and I remind her of that whenever she does stop by.” 

“Well, first of all, don’t push it so hard,” Kon says. Phantom nods enthusiastically. “And second, who’s Richard?”

Kon doesn’t know a lot of Richards, and he doesn’t think that Phantom ever mentioned one before. Or even if he remembers his living life. 

“Oh, he’s my, uh, guardian? I guess that’s the best term. The guy I’m living with who forces me to go to school sometimes.” Phantom looks away and back to the tubes. 

Before Kon can ask for more details, Robin and Empress come in with a report of dead computers and wanting to know where they’re at with the cloning room.

They’re unimpressed with their lack of progress.

Two

Wally doesn’t really need to come by the Hamilton Lodge that often, not when that’s Young Justice’s territory and he doesn’t want to get involved in all of That.

But Red Tornado said that the team has a file on a planet that’s very quickly becoming a league problem, and he figured it might be a good time to try to check in with Bart, anyway. Make sure he hasn’t run any cars off cliffs again and all that. 

So he stops by Manchester to ask Bart about the file, then they both head East to actually find it. 

When they arrive at the hotel minutes later, Wally’s surprised to actually find it… clean? There’s no visible trash or overturned furniture or anything else he’d expect from an abandoned hotel filled with teenagers. Well, maybe not filled, lately. He doesn’t think anyone’s living here currently, with Greta at Elias’ for the school year and Slobo gone. 

Still, the room smells slightly of artificial pine scent, and Bart perks up before disappearing and reappearing rapidly, holding a teammate up by his armpits. Said teammate just accepts this, his legs folding into a wispy tail, and head rolling against his shoulders. 

“This is Phantom!” Bart holds him up higher. Phantom waves. Wally’s only heard of him through Max’s updates, the same way he would hear about Preston or Carol, but with more wariness about the supposed ghost. 

Actually looking at the pale face and glowing green eyes contrasting against the darker than dark jumpsuit, Wally’s a little more ready to accept his claim at being undead. 

“He stress cleans,” Bart explains, moving to carry Phantom under his arm. Wally bites down the urge to tell him to put him down, but only because Phantom doesn’t resist the hold, only moving to get into a more comfortable position. His hands are touching the floor. “So what happened?” 

Bart directs the question downwards, and Phantom heaves a very dramatic sigh. Definitely a teenager. It does raise the question of who exactly this kid’s mentor is. Hopefully he does have one. Maybe he’s the Spectre’s kid?

Phantom phases through the arm holding him only to lay on top of Bart’s hair. “I accidentally called Richard dad. And then fled.” 

Bart nods sagely. “Classic. One time I accidentally called Max dad, so I had to start a fire to distract him.”

Phantom sighs again, almost dreamily. “Genius.” 

Wally doesn’t have time to unpack all of that. Well he does, but he’s not going to, because there’s really only one Richard that comes to mind that might have the heart to take in a dead kid, even if he doesn’t go by his full name.

But surely Dick would have told him, or any other Titan, if he had adopted a kid. Right?

But there’s still a little shadow of doubt. Maybe Dick wanted it to be a secret, or it was really new or had a rocky start. Phantom doesn’t seem to hold himself like a Bat, but it’s not a guarantee Dick would have trained him. 

“The lodge looks nice,” Wally offers out loud, which Phantom shrugs at and wraps his tail around Bart’s head to keep secure. “Anyway, Impulse. The file on Myrg?” 

“Oh yeah!” Again, Bart disappears then reappears a few seconds later with a paper file. They really need to start digitizing more of these things. “That’s the planet where we played baseball so that they wouldn’t destroy Earth!” 

“You what.” 

The prospect of Dick following in his dad’s footsteps is forgotten in the face of what the hell Young Justice got up to on Myrg. 

Three

Tim may be in a…Predicament. 

It’s not his fault. Really. He knew what he was doing. He couldn’t let a civilian fall for the trap. But they were already so close, so he just, kinda, pushed himself into the rope instead. 

So there Robin is, tied upside down in a warehouse, with the Joker below next to an overly complicated control panel. The clown’s rambling about bombs hidden all over the city that Tim knows Batman is already tracking down with Batgirl. 

Tim’s not really paying attention to the rant because of that, more focused on wiggling enough to get the spare mini-birdarang out of his glove to cut the rope without notifying the Joker. 

“Yikes, bad time?” Asks Phantom’s voice beside him. Based on the source and accounting for the slight echo, he’s floating with his head near Tim’s, likely upside down. “Want some help?” 

Tim gets the birdarang out and starts sawing at the thick rope. They should be fine anyway, but stalling the Joker for extra time would be helpful. “Can you possess the Joker? Just hold him still.”

“The correct term is overshadow, but sure.” The voice disappears, and a few seconds later the Joker freezes. 

His body jerks forward, then backward, and a laugh chokes out of his throat. His hand claws over his mouth at the noise and he hunches over. All movement halts before he rights himself, shaking out his hands and rolling his shoulders. Phantom looks up at Tim and his eyes are glowing. 

Tim cuts through the rope, kicking and using the momentum to right himself and land on his feet. He brushes past Phantom in Joker’s body to handle the control panel. He turns off the radio broadcast and dismantles the bomb strapped to the panel.

Threat handled, he turns to Phantom and holds up some handcuffs. “Let me arrest you?”

Phantom obliges, turning the Joker’s body around and putting his hands behind his back. Tim lets him walk by himself out of the warehouse and moves the handcuffs around a lamppost. The Joker’s body jerks again, then slumps forward, just as Phantom reappears next to him, scowling down at the unconscious body. 

“That felt really slimy. Zero out of ten, would not do again,” Phantom grouches. 

“Why’re you in Gotham?” Tim asks. It’s not like Phantom makes a habit of visiting. The last time he came into the city, he complained about feeling the dead under the streets. Fortunately, that let Tim uncover a few tunnels that Talons travel through. Phantom, however, was unnerved by the Talons and left quickly. 

“Oh, Solomon Grundy’s back in our sewers. Richard said I should probably tell one of you Gotham heroes, since you keep track of those guys.” He shakes out his hands like they were cramped in the Joker. 

They hadn’t seen Grundy in a while. Tim assumed he was currently in a less violent personality. “What’s he doing?” 

Phantom shrugs. “Just chilling. Mostly underground. I tried to talk to him but he only grunted back at me. He also tried to pick me up, dunno what that was about.”

“Maybe because you’re both dead?” Tim guessed. That would be a surface level connection. Ivy and Woodrue have had more luck working with Grundy than anyone, and Phantom definitely doesn’t have the connection to the Green that’d help with that. 

Police lights turn around the corner, and Tim shoots a grapple to get to the roof above them. Phantom follows, but disappears as soon as they’re on the roof. Going back home, probably. 

Cass drops down from the roof she was listening on. “Richard?”

“Not the same one.”

They both stick around long enough to watch the Joker get put into the cop car. 

Plus one

A spaceship landed in the forests of New York, and Cassie’s team was the first to respond to it. Technically not respond, but check it out, since there wasn’t any alert or anything. 

Still, Wonder Girl has Empress, Robin, and Superboy on the other side of the ship, watching what looks like the back door, while she, Impulse, and Phantom watch the other door and main window. She has binoculars, but the windows are so tinted she can’t quite make anything out. 

No aliens have come out yet, and she hesitates to have anyone go in, in case whoever inside does turn hostile. 

Impulse has offered to run through a total of five times already, and it’s a testament to his restraint that he hasn’t, and a testament to Cassie’s that she hasn’t yelled at him yet. Phantom at least isn’t being annoying, but he’s not necessarily helpful, either. He’s not even watching the spaceship anymore. Now he’s trying to make a flower crown out of dandelions. 

“Door’s opening on our side,” Robin says from the comms. “But no one’s coming out.” 

“Alright, good enough to try to get in,” Cassie decides. She turns to Phantom, who’s closing off the circle of flowers. Beside him, Impulse has since pulled out a gameboy. “Phantom, go in invisibly through the open door and report back. Try to see what their plans are.” 

“Oh, sure. One second.” Phantom finishes the crown and tries to put it on Bart’s head. It doesn’t quite fit over his mane of hair, but Phantom shrugs and leaves it sitting there anyway before going invisible. 

“Maybe I should shave my head again,” Bart says as his game character dies. 

He gets a resounding no in response. 

Half an hour later they have a very annoyed Green Lantern lecturing them about league jurisdiction and knowing when to call someone else. 

Apparently, the alien ship was just stopping to complete some maintenance, and did not appreciate any spying on them, and especially did not appreciate who did it. Green Lantern was more than happy to explain that Wonder Girl’s team is not really a part of the Justice League and he can help with their maintenance. They denied his help and left to find a place with less people in it. 

“-and you!” Green Lantern rounds on Phantom next, but Cassie knows none of them are really listening. Sure, they messed up by freaking out the visiting aliens, and yeah maybe they should have contacted the league about it, but they’ve dealt with stuff worse than this! It’s not Cassie’s fault she thought that this would have stuck to the formula. 

“Who even are you?” Green Lantern runs a hand through his black hair, stupid green gauntlets shining in the sunlight. “Do I need to call your mentor?” He frowns. “Or do they know you mess up alien technology by just being around it?” 

Phantom scoffs and rolls his eyes. “How was I supposed to know their tech would go all fuzzy when I came in?” 

“You wouldn’t have to know if you just stayed out of the spaceship!” 

“Hey!” Cassie cuts in. “Technically that was my call. It’s not all on Phantom.”

“I still could've been more careful,” Phantom says to her, ignoring Green Lantern as they argue about blame. 

“Cut it out for a second, okay?” Green Lantern puts a hand between them and they stop to glare at him. He pulls the hand back. “Look, can I just talk to one of your adults about this?” 

Robin glares. “We don’t need an adult. We have this under control.”

“Only because I’m here now.” 

“I’ll call my mentor,” Phantom says. Kon opens his mouth, most likely to offer to call Superman instead in hopes of a lighter sentence, but Bart covers his mouth, smiling like he knows something Cassie doesn’t. Tim and Anita share a look, and don’t intervene as Phantom pulls out a phone from his chest. 

It rings once before it’s picked up. Cassie can’t hear the other side of the conversation, but Kon’s eyebrows scrunch in confusion. “Hey, do you think you can pick me up? Green Lantern wants to talk to you.” Phantom looks Green Lantern up and down then says, “No, this one doesn’t have a cape.”

Phantom says goodbye after rattling off their coordinates, hangs up, and stares at Green Lantern in silence for a few seconds. 

And then a swirling mass of black seeps into the space next to Phantom. The end of a cane steps out of it, followed by a leg, then the rest of the immaculately dressed man holding the handle of the cane that’s shaped like a bird’s head. 

“Phantom,” The man says. His voice drips with condescension in only a way a british accent can, yet Phantom smiles up at him. The shadowy portal behind him disappears. “What, exactly, happened?”

“That’s the fucking Shade,” Anita hisses to Robin, who shrugs noncommittedly at her. Green Lantern seems to recognise him too, taking a step back and clenching his hand that holds his ring. 

“Well, the team and I were staking out this spaceship–super cool, by the way–and I went inside to check it out, but my presence messed with their tech–which was an accident–and they freaked out, so I freaked out, and then we kinda got into a little fight until Green Lantern came to mediate.”

“Hm. Is that right?” The Shade asks Green Lantern, who nods slowly, still anticipating an attack. “It seems like the problem’s fixed, then.”

“Well, yes, but–”

“And it does seem about time for these kids to get home, doesn't it?” The Shade pulls out an actual pocket watch, chain and all, from his suit pocket and takes his time in checking it. “I’ll see them home.” 

Shadows grow from behind the team, swirling until they become a giant, gaping maw that swallows them up and spits them out in a different forest, or maybe just a different part of the same forest. 

Either way, Cassie has to take a moment to make sure she doesn’t throw up from the sudden vertigo the shadow portal caused. 

The Shade looks at Phantom, and raises an eyebrow. “You can’t expect me to always bail you out.” 

Phantom shrugs, looking guilty. “I know. Thanks, Richard.”

Oh, so that’s who Richard is. Annoyingly, neither Tim or Bart look surprised by this revelation.

[trueloveistreacherous]

MARELLA'S 12TH TUMBLR ANNIVERSARY CELEBRATION special gifset for @crowley-anthony 🎁

We'll be okay. We found each other again before, hundreds of times. We can do it again.

[vaguely-concerned]

for what it's worth I personally don't believe spite had anything to do with the pantry near-kiss experience at all. I think that was a 100% lucanis naturel disaster no supernatural additives present or indeed required. at most spite was watching that whole situation go down with mild puzzlement about approximately every part of it, I don't think he'd have much interest in it one way or the other. the explanation seems much more mundane and grounded and in some ways much sadder to me.

if your nervous system has never been in a place where any surge of emotion, even -- in fact sometimes especially! -- a good and exciting one makes you feel like your soul just touched a hot stove it can't get away from, then sincerely, from the bottom of my heart and without a trace of snark, thank goodness and I hope you never experience it. For the rest of you... fistbump of solidarity it's rough out here but *grits teeth* we stay silly etc. In the place lucanis is in during that part of the game, feeling like you're losing control (again even for ostensibly good happy reasons) can feel an awful lot like you're dying, or worse. on top of everything else going on for him -- again going only with non-supernatural elements and not even comprehensive: a year of non-stop horrific trauma added to pile of previous mountain of childhood and attachment trauma. chronic sleep deprivation. apparently dead grandma doubling as mother figure. cousin-brother aggressively fucking around and in real danger of finding out. fucked up the ONE thing he thought he knew how to do that's been the central pillar of his identity. the world might be ending even more than it already was because of it. keeps faceplanting with barely any dignity and having to get up again with alarming regularity GOD how could I ever not save treviso this man desperately needs a W (just one!!) like few people in the history of the world have before him. he's more caffeine than man because the alternative feels worse. it's bad in here. and ON TOP of all that he's in the process of falling just. appallingly soul-shrivingly in love, which can notably be playing on hard mode even when you're in a mostly functional place, that shit routinely rocks people to the core under the best of circumstances.

so I'm not surprised it's too overwhelming for him to handle when he tries to throw himself in head first -- in fact I'd have been more surprised if it weren't lol. he clearly wants it so much, which only makes it so much more painful that he can't actually bear to touch it when it's offered to him freely and eagerly. this is the tantalus-level awfulness of this kind of attachment trauma; food seems to be right there, you can see it, almost smell it sometimes, but no matter what you just can't seem to reach it. seemingly not for any flaw in the existence of the food, but because of something broken in you that can't or can't bear to actually eat. his deliberate flirting routine is kind of deeply dorky tbh lol (in the most endearing way possible let's be perfectly clear) and I don't think it's entirely natural to him -- that's a hastily cobbled together 'oh god I am getting the vibes here it is happening for some reason they like me for my personality quick what would illario do' approach if ever I saw it, supported by the fact that it never really makes a return after this --

BUT I do think his obvious near-unbearable delight with rook's existence and person that shines through in that scene is entirely real and unfeigned. he likes them so much. he wants so bad to be able to be close to them. he's so hungry for the reprieve and release and relief they represent to him, just for one moment, just one break from all the awfulness to have something uncomplicatedly good. and it's here, it's been offered, he's welcome!!! and he has to flinch away at the last minute anyway because he's an exposed nerve of a human being. there's a point at which every sensation including joy becomes indistinguishable from agony. he's pretty much exactly at that point. for the love of god have some mercy on him people. the feeling that salvation is right here but you're too broken a vessel to hold it is one I wouldn't wish on anyone. let him have a few moments to stare into the void before he's ready to get back up and try again surely we all deserve at least that much lol

[bildadthefuckingshuite]

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IM BACK!!!

Im so sorry for the waiting! College is killing me and i had to redraw a lot of the pages.

I hope you like it!

[sorawritesstuff]

y/n: hey why are you sitting out here all by yourself?

jason: did you hear them complaining about me inside? who wants to be around such assholes?

y/n: ...i think they were annoyed because you made bruce cry at his own gala.

jason: i made one joke about my death—

[artianwen]

You're in "the good place".

[aprilblossomgirl]

And it’s because of you that I realized this all-kill means more than just keeping MARS alive. It’s about saving ourselves from this world. MARS will conquer the world that tells us to rush, that tells us to abandon each other to be number one. But we will prove that we are the group that will walk together, supporting each other from behind, being a safe zone when we need comfort, a cushion to support us when we fail and rise again, just like what you’ve done for me. And because of you, MARS is rebuilt with that meaning.

ThamePo Heart That Skips a Beat | Ep.12

[sleepy-light]

Human ver ???? butler and maid ????

[madwomansapologist]

I just read A Match in Hell (IT WAS DELICIOUS 🌷) and there's the line: "Ah, if only you could control the situation. It would make him cry with exhaustion". I'd love to read Michael being submissive for a human reader. Like, it's his first time, he doesn't know what to do but it feels so good. Almost switching between submissive to primal.

hurts so good | michael realman

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synopsis: When Michael creates this neighborhood, he intended to make the five humans lives something worse than the usual torture. Michael just didn't knew that he too would feel tortured. Or that he would like it. [1K]

warnings: human!reader. evil!michael whos not so evil. gaslighting (with the whole "you're on the good place *blink*"). virginity loss.

ps: omg anon you're so nice! hope you like was about to come!

Michael planned everything. The birds always sing too early. A consistent warm weather that is too dry. Clothes without any tags but that still itch somehow. Mosquitoes. Forced monogamy. Frozen yogurt.

Michael really did planned. Eleanor ignoring Chidi's feelings, so scared of physical torture. Chidi overthinking about his own happiness, then about his disguised selfishness. Tahani feeling so lonely, unable to understand why she's never enough. Jason being... Jason. And you.

Without you, things would quickly collapse. A friendly shoulder for when Chidi's is to anxious, but still somehow making him feel worse for lying. You could shut Eleanor's fight or flight response, while still being a reason for her to behave that way. A company for Tahani, but that because of her need to be perfect ends up being one more reason to pretend. One more person for Jason to be scared of.

You were someone who believe to deserves to be on the Good Place. Someone who can torture yourself without noticing. Someone nice enough for no one to think that something is off with this place, but that still makes the four other humans feel bad about themselfs. You were the checks and balances.

But quickly Michael found out that giving you a absent soulmate was a big mistake. Because that absence, that guilt for not being happy, made you search for other people. And thinking that it would be a easy way to torture you, Michael spent time with you.

And that made Michael realize that it was actually quite nice to be with you. To talk to you. To listen to you. That made him think that if everything was different, if the stars had allign, maybe you both could've be friends. Real friends.

"I get it, he likes to work out," you confessed. Sitting across from Michael, the organized office was out of tune with your panic. "But he needs to do it all the time? I don't think he'd ever spent more than ten minutes talking to me."

Michael should've feel proud. He should've feel relieved that his project worked. But why did Michael feel bad to see you fighting your own sorrow? He should've been happier than ever.

"You'll have a infinite amount of time to spent with your soulmate," Michael were really trying to help you. He don't understand why, but he would feel bad if you started crying. "It can take eons for you both to behave like how you think that a couple should. I guarantee you that our sistem did the right thing."

"I know," you felt ashamed to imply that Michael haven't work hard on your neighborhood. He's a god, or at least something similar to that. You don't want to ofend him. "But I feel so lonely."

"But you're always accompanied," said Michael. "I notice that you're approaching other neighbors."

"Not that kind of loneliness."

"There's more then one kind?" Michael reclined in the armchair. "I still don't really know how your emotions work. You guys are often happy when you should be sad and angry when you should be happy, and texting when you should be driving, which is not an emotion, I know, but it's insane. So, teach me, what kind of loneliness is that?"

You laughed, slightly embarrassed. "It's a... physical loneliness." Seeing the uncertainty on his face, you tried to ignore your feelings. "I'm talking about sex."

"Oh," Michael widened his eyes. "I can see why interacting with your neighbors wouldn't hep with that kind of... loneliness. Another thing that I don't understand. Kissing is gross. You just mash your food holes together. It's not for that."

"You never kissed before?" That silenced your problems. "Like never?"

Michael nodded. "Your humans rituals are weird."

"But you have a human body." You leaned forward. "Chidi's from Senegal, Tahani's from Pakistan, actually everyone here is from a differnt place. Different places with different cultures and different rituals."

"What do you mean with that?"

"I don't think that we kiss and fuck because we were taugh that it's how life is supossed to happen," you ran your fingers across his desk, playing with the wood. "We do that because we're curious about our own bodies. So what I mean to say is: have you never been curious about your body?"

Michael crossed his legs. "I... yes. Yes, I've been curious."

And the thing you said next was a summary for why you were chose to this project. You never hear you conscience. Don't matter how loud it screams at you: if you want to do something, you will. Yes, Michael isn't a god. But he still a being powerful enough so you should have a relationship based on respect. You know all those things. You just ignored that voice on your head.

"I can satisfy your curiosity," you stood up, resting your arms on his desk, and leaned in until your face was close to his. "You just have to kiss me."

If things were normal, Michael would've kicked you out of his office. You would've come home embarrassed, hoping that Michael would pretend that nothing happened. But things weren't normal. You're dead, Michael's not-a-god-but-not-so-different-then-one, and his office is private enough.

You told him what to do. And Michael obeyed.

It was a new feeling. Michael never did that before, never imagine that one day he would be kissing a human instead of torturing them. It was new, and scary, and wrong: it was great. It was really great. He didn't plan that, he shouldn't be doing that, but he couldn't stop himself.

You pulled away, forehead resting on his, and felt the warm breath against your face. "Satisfied?" you whispered. You didn't have to open your eyes to understand Michael's response. You felt him deny it, almost exasperated. You understood him. You felt the same.

You kissed him again, and again, and again. Your mouth against his, your hands gripping his hair, until the space between you both was torturous. Without even thinking, unable to reason, Michael just knew he needed you closer.

You grabbed Michael by the tie, lifting him out of the chair, and pulled him towards you. Without ceasing to kiss you, touch you, Michael did what you implicitly asked. Now sitting on the table, you tried to get rid of his suit.

"What..." Michael shut up when he felt your lips on his neck, carressing and biting his skin. "Your soulmate..."

"He can get fucked," you murmured against his skin. If someone ever found out about what is happening, Michael could say he was tempting you. Seeing if you were selfish enough to cheat on your partner. If you were inconsequential enough to fuck someone that you clearly shouldn't. But the truth was the you were the one tempting him. "Sit down."

Michael obeyed you, sitting in the armchair that you occupied before. He watched you take off your pants, as desperate as he was, and climb into his lap. Your weight on him felt right. You kissed him again, guiding his hands down your body, almost begging him to squeeze your flesh.

"Touch me," but that wasn't you begging. That was you demanding.

And so he did. He grabbed you, feeling how delicate your body was in comparison to his, and kissed you again. It was so good, holding you while you kissed him was so good, that Michael almost didn't notice that you had opened his belt.

"Do you want this?" You got away from him, even tho you just wanted him closer and closer. "Do you want to continue?"

Michael kissed you. Ravenously. As if you were the first plate of food he've been served in ages. His hands touched your body, playing with your skin, glued you to him. And with Michael touching you, loving you, you fucked him.

Michael shivered under your touch, your kisses, your bites. He became a mess of groans and hands that didn't know where to touch. "Please," Michael found himself begging for the first time in his long live. He didn't even knew what he wanted.

Bouncing on his cock, you knew exactly what he meant to say. What Michael couldn't say.

And with Michael shuddering beneath you, unable to even open his eyes, there was a certainty in the air: this would not be the last time.

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[dreamyblanket]

Hello it's my first time asking I don't speak English frequently so excuse me if i made a mistake

can you draw caramel arrow cookie teaching reader how to make a campfire and stargazing

I really love how you draw her

Thank you for the kind words! //^^//

[djarinova]

caleb gets outrageously horny the first time you buy matching clothes for the two of you. there's something about the unspoken, but incredibly clear, message of possession when you wear the exact same thing as him. he knows that no one could mistake you for being anything other than his. it makes his heart dance and his dick hard.

and if you gift him the matching clothes on christmas, or a birthday, do not expect to spend the day in any place other than underneath him because he will not be able to control himself

[aprill-99]

Violet: “I LOVE YOU OKAY?!?!?”

Xaden: “Well…. Those words are nice, but the tone is scary.”

[vaguely-concerned]

the barista lady in the treviso café fucking giggles every time you buy the fancy coffee lucanis likes from her btw. can't believe the game is calling out rook and me like this

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Rictumsempra - April 2 - word count: 332 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Sirius burst into the dorm with a wide grin on his face, James and Peter trailing after him triumphantly.

Remus set down his book and raised an eyebrow at the three of them. “What did you guys do this time?”

“Snivellus,” James said in way of explaining.

“What about Snivellus?”

“Well, Sirius duelled him and we got Avery and Mulciber,” Peter said, puffing out his chest proudly. “It was great-”

“Yes, Wormy, it was great, but it’s my turn now.” Sirius strutted over to Remus, plopping down on the bed. “See, we were just walking, and-”

Remus snorted. “‘Just walking’ my arse. But what did you do? Or, well, what did he do?”

“He called you a mangy half-breed with Gillyweed for brains,” Sirius said, eyes sparkling in glee. “And then he didn’t know what hit him.”

“Let me guess, you hit him,” Remus said dryly.

“Bingo! I hit him with Rictumsempra- y’know, the tickling hex- and next thing he knew he was on the floor laughing!”

“Oh, and don’t forget the Levicorpus,” James added.

“Shut up, wanker, I was just getting to that,” he pouted.

Peter hid a laugh behind his hand, coughing when Sirius glared at him.

“So, as I was saying, he was on the floor, right? And then we levitated him, and he was spinning upright in the air, and it was great.”

“Oh, but then Mulciber and Avery came over and tried to attack us, so we put them in their places as well,” James added.

“We did,” Peter said proudly. “It was so great. They’re now sprouting mint from their ears.”

“Oi, shuddup, I’m having a moment with Moony over here.” Sirius scowled at them before turning and smiling sweetly at Remus. “See, Moons? We were all fighting for your honor, but me especially.”

“You’re such a suck-up, Pads,” James groaned.

Sirius smirked. “That’s not the only thing I suck, Prongsie-boy.”

“Ew. Keep what you and Moony do in bed in the bed, Padfoot,” Peter groaned.