#janet x eleanor

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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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i.

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. 

...

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. 

v. 

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?” 

...

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.”

[babygirldilf]

every power couple is at least half bisexual or pansexual

[glitch-frogy]

I CANT BREATHE THE FUCK

“Uh-oh I hear wind chimes look away EVERYBODY LOOK AWAY”

My god Elenor…

[shebeafancyflapjack]

Michael: Janet's a bit nervous about marrying Jason.

Eleanor: Well she should be, monopoly is a trap.

Chidi: Manogamy.

Eleanor: Yeah, yeah.

[genghisthebrain]

wait_no? making a good place chatfic? more likely than you might think

this is for anyone who likes the good place, enjoys me and my hilarious humour, and thinks crystals would be a delectable snack

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Alright so I got Tumblr like a month ago and I obviously go here instead of Pinterest for fandoms because I know I’d find more HERE but anyway this is just a long winded story of how I just figured out there’s a big Good Place fandom on Pinterest

[naoko-world]

The good place final review

Last Saturday the wonderful @thecrazyashley-blog casually mentioned The good place in my DMs, telling me I may definitely love it, and she was so right! I literally couldn't stop, I started to check it out a bit on Saturday, started season 2 on Sunday, and finished it today Thursday (at least at the moment I’m writing that)!

Synopsis:

After her death, Eleanor is sent to the good place...But by mistake. And it's up to Chidi, the only one who knows it, to save her from being sent to the bad place.

Of course, a lot of spoilers incoming!

Overturning the cliches:

I love how I expected a lot of things that never were revealed true. Like I feel I've often been taken for an idiot! And the first revelation to make me feel that way is the Taiwanese monk being actually Jason Mendoza, a man from Jacksonville, FL, of Philippines origin who did robberies on earth with his dad and his best friend.

Another one of them is the judge actually being not so sensible and all-knowing and more like a stubborn, hard to convince, series addict.

Also how you expect things like the characters having their life improved when they're send back to earth to actually become way worse. Or worse: Trevor who doesn't stay long in the end when you expected him to be a pain in the ass for many episodes.

And, of course, the mass of revelations like how they're actually all in the bad place, or how the bad place didn't do anything bad that would have sent everyone to the bad place.

I feel like an idiot but I love it lol!

The characters:

Now I'll be talking about the characters! 

I love how they're all so different and somehow so perfect for each other to improve.

As some examples: Chidi needed Jason to learn how to be more spontaneous, Tahani needed Eleanor to become more humble, and Eleanor needed Tahani to trust people more.

My favorite character is Tahani because she's like an incredible woman who was doing good deeds on earth like donating to charity, but whose only motivation was to be more popular than her sister Kamila. What I find the most meaningful regarding her problem is that her jealousy literally killed her! She was so driven by it that she pulled a statue of Kamila toward her, which crushed her to death in front of a whole crowd.

But then, she realized what the real problem was: the pressure her parents put on both of them, and Kamila was also suffering from it!

And the four main human characters are living about the same thing through the 4 seasons for their own problems.

I love Michael & Janet’s too, how they are slowly becoming more human, literally for Michael.

The main villain is pretty neat too, he has a kind of evil in him he can't even control but makes him so interesting.

The philosophy in the series:

The heart of the series is the philosophy. To save Eleanor, then Jason, then Tahani, then Michael, then a bit everyone, Chidi is using philosophy as a way to make you think about the concepts of good and bad.

Like it could have been made in a boring way, so we would feel we're in a classroom instead of watching a comedic series, but it actually blends perfectly with the tone of the series! It's so fun to watch Chidi move before his board and explain the concept to his students.

I love too how it shows how useful, but also how complicated it can be!

I'll give the trolley problem as an example! First, the series talks about the base: a group of people on a railroad, a single one on another. Then, the single person is someone we know. Then, it's about who to save between patients in an hospital, to end with how to tell the family they're dead and why. It's not that obvious to understand the good choices to make to be a good person in these cases.

Life is complicated:

But they're even more complicated nowadays, and we start to understand it from season 3, when the four humans are sent back to earth to prove they could have changed there too.

But a lot of disappointment ensue. When acting for good causes, Eleanor gets in exchange a miserable life, Chidi learns that eating a muffin he loves will participate in children's work and it makes him hesitate on everything again, Tahani is living for fame again while she tried to live a more humble life, and Jason lost too many dances competitions not to finally give up on earning an honest life.

That aspect though is perfectly summarized when talking to the judge of the afterlife afterwards: if you want to buy a tomato it's very complicated not to buy a tomato that'll cost you points because of some consequences it'll provoke, even with the access to Internet. The judge tried, and when looking for a tomato exactly like she wanted she found porn.

Even Dough Forcett! That man found out about the reality of the afterlife and got so obsessed by it he lived a miserable life! Even he will not be able to reach the good place!

And that's true! Why the afterlife will need to change, and I love how they changed it! In the bad place...And in the good place too. It was a surprise to discover what actually happens there, but actually pretty logical.

The end:

Then you have the end of the series: how do we resolve these issues?

Season 4 is basically about these questions, and the answers are so satisfying! Like eating chocolate after a bad day (or after the end of a series that made you cry...)! I love too how they convince the judge, but then the judge wants to reboot humanity so they must find another solution very quickly.

Then they go the The good place and there people basically became zombies because they just live their eternal life because they don't have any other choice.

But what is even more satisfying is each main character's fate! I won't spoil them there just in case but it was so perfect for them, especially Tahani! I mean, she was made for this fate!

Also I think Chidi and Eleanor's is what made me cry too...Though I'm so happy they ended up as a happy couple! They're the best couple I love them.

If I had to talk about every aspect of that series that review would go way too long! So I'll end it there, and with a promise to myself I'll watch it again because it's totally worth it!

[hitchell-mope]

Supergirl/the good place au. Part one

Like always. These will be based on who I think fits each character best. So please don’t come after for me because of any perceived slight. Part two will be up tomorrow

Mon El. Eleanor

Kara. Chidi

Winn. Jason

Samantha. Janet

William. Tahani

Morgan. Michael

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The Good Place Masterlist

Janet x Eleanor * make a wish (don't tell me or it won't come true)

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afterlife buddy | jason mendoza

SUMMARY -> your lonely life doesn't end on earth, but it reaches the afterlife. luckily, you have jason, right? even though he has his soulmate in the good place.

jason mendoza x fem! reader

masterlist

GENRE -> nsfw/smut

WARNINGS -> unprotected p in v, gentle sex, emotional hurt, confessions of feelings, mentions of drugs & smoking

WC -> 3.8k

a/n: writing his character is literally the hardest thing i’ve done lmaoooo. he’s so unique that i actually fear i didn’t embodied him accurately so warning he’s a little ooc!! (in my view) and i feel like jason is a great smoke buddy lmao. hope y'all like this!

likes, comments and reposts are greatly appreciated !! <3

enjoy !!

being dead sucked.

that’s what you are thinking right now as you lie on your bed alone in your room. smoking a vape pen that janet had miraculously given you in a split second the moment you curiously asked if you could have one discreetly. well, maybe that’s one good thing about being in the afterlife… you won’t pay for your vape juices anymore. you had been in “the good place” or the afterlife for about a week. at first, you knew you weren’t supposed to be here. there was nothing that you could think of. you did something perfect to earn your place in this “heaven,” as michael had broadly said when your eyes opened and you were in that waiting room.

maybe being dead didn't really sucked. maybe you were just kind of disappointed, really. as you were welcomed into the good place, the only thing michael had said that had maybe upseted you was in fact, you apparently don't have a soulmate.

which... made you ponder for a moment how in the world did it come to that? back in your life on earth, you were always alone, in a sense. you always thought that everything ended in every relationship you had, that maybe it was just destiny leading you to your soulmate. that maybe your special someone was coming to you at any point in your dreadful life back on earth. yet, being dead now, you had thought that maybe your soulmate was here as well.

which, unfortunately, not as well.

michael had put it in a light and gentle explanation that rarely people wouldn't have a soulmate. sporadic it is, as he puts it to you in a nauseating but sympathetic tone that you somehow loathed. all you could now do was put on a smile and nod in understanding and eventually move on because you're dead, after all. and maybe the worst part of being dead was after michael had explained to you that you're all alone in a good place. after the opening orientation, he introduced you to the many people in the neighborhood and their soulmates. you were introduced to eleanor and chidi, then to tahani and her soulmate, the silent monk jianyu.

or rather... jason mendoza.

a lot of things happened after your first day in the good place. you obviously were self-aware that you weren't supposed to be here. things did start to get weird after tahani's welcoming party for the whole neighborhood and the incident in the heart of the town. you thought for a moment that it might be you who was causing the unexplained glitches happening, and that's when you met another soul who also thinks they aren't supposed to be here either, eleanor shellstrop. after that, that's when you met jason; he as well wasn't supposed to be in a good place either.

your mouth feels dry, and even in the afterlife, you still get cottonmouth from overusing your puffs. this is torture. you think to yourself as you sit up, wondering if you should have agreed to be in chidi's ethics class. you don't really care if you are going to be sent to the bad place. where did you even belong, really?

you close your eyes, dropping your vape pen on your chest as you let out a tired sigh. you reel into the silence of your home, the dimness of the room shielding away the light, making it feel like you are back in your own lonely home on earth. the overwhelming feeling is still there, it never goes away. but your moment of loneliness is interrupted when you hear the front door open loudly.

"i'm not interested, eleanor. please." you immediately say before the visitor can say something.

"hey! cool, you have a vape!" your eyes shot open to see jason come in, dressed in his cream monk clothes. there's a grin spread across his face as he points to your vape pen. "can i take a hit?"

"oh, it's you." you chuckled, and he seemed puzzled at your acknowledgment towards him.

"why? is there another jason here!?" he says, looking around quickly, which makes you laugh out loud.

"here." you sit up, handing him your vape, and he immediately takes it from your hands, sitting next to you. "there's no other you, jason. it's only you." you reassure him, no matter how dumb it sounds.

"good!” he takes a puff, then sighing out the vapor in complete relaxation. “but having another me would be so dope, dude. imagine, if they find out i’m not supposed to be here, then i’ll turn the other jason in so i won’t go to the bad place.”

“that sounds like a plan. but you’ll turn him in?” you raise your brow as he takes another hit.

“yeah, homie! if i turn him in, it means i did something good… so, technically i did something good!” he smiled widely, you chuckled, shaking your head. witnessing him be himself was actually a refreshing thing you are feeling now.

“but that would mean michael will have to send you to the bad place too… because technically you’re also jason?” you hummed and his brows furrow at that, processing it. he looks cute thinking deeply. you thought as he hands your vape back.

“oh…” he frowns. “that sucks.”

“it does.” you nod, taking a hit.

“man, why does everything have to be so hard! you know, whenever i had a problem, i always throw a molotov to get rid of it. but chidi and eleanor said that was stupid.” you almost cough out the vapor you’re inhaling, surprised at that.

“a molotov?” you giggled, finding it funny. it seemed arson was his solution to all his problems… and concerning.

“yeah! you should try throwing one, homie. i swear, it’s a game changer because your previous problem turns into a new one! so, you don’t have to worry about your old problem anymore.” he explained.

“that’s… oddly effective, actually.” you think about it. jason’s eyes sparkled at that as he turns to you.

“i could show you how to do it, dude! we can start throwing it at michael’s office! the powerhouse of our problems!” he says excitedly. “this will be so dope. maybe janet has something i can light up, this will be so lit.”

he stands up, ready to call on janet. your eyes widened and you pulled him back to the bed. arson was not at your top list for the moment of trying to avoid being sent to the bad place.

“woah!” you say, and he looks at you confused.

“okay, calm down, jason. we’ll do that if everything else fails.” you reassured him, but lying that you’re actually not really planning on doing that with him. even though he’s so sweet to offer you to teach you how to do it, in a way even if it was borderline crazy.

“this sucks. i thought being in the good place won’t suck.” he pouts, sitting next to you.

"what brings you here, jason?" you finally ask him, his frown still plastered across his face as he looks at you. he fiddles with his fingers as you hand him your vape.

"eleanor said that i should go to you so you can finally join us."

you sigh, lying on your bed. "tell her i'm good. thanks."

"you're not good... you're you." he emphasized with puppy eyes, and you laughed. "so you're not gonna come with us?"

"no." you shake your head. "what's the point of learning to be good when i'm supposed to be in the bad place?"

"you get to be in the good place." he responds, taking a hit.

"i don't know, jason." you shrugged, looking at the ceiling blankly. "that doesn't mean i belong here."

"you do belong here!" he suddenly argues, looking over to your laid figure. "you're kind and nice to me. eleanor says i'm an idiot... but you don't think i'm an idiot, right?"

your hearts skips a beat at that. "no, jason. i don't think you're an idiot." you smiled.

"you sure you don't want to come with me?" he pouts.

"i'm okay right here."

"then i'll stay here with you." he decides, lying beside you. you feel the bed dip on your side as you turn your head to look at him, your own heart fluttering at his kindness. "I'll be your afterlife buddy or homie."

"afterlife buddy, huh?" you smiled at that. "i like that."

you two just lay there on your bed without thinking about the main problem. casually passing the vape pen back and forth while talking about random things, very random things from jason. you learned he was a dj from jacksonville, florida. he loves buffalo wings, he sold drugs to college students, loves the jacksonville jaguars, and did pretty stupid things, but you listened nonetheless. you actually opened up a bit about what happened in your life. he listened, and everything felt like at that moment, you weren't thinking about your situation right now.

"what's it like having a soulmate?" you ask him now as you blow a ring out of your mouth afterward with the vapor. jason hums as you pass him back the vape.

"i don't know. tahani doesn't know i'm not supposed to be here... but i guess living in her mansion was the dopest part." he says.

"do you think tahani's really your soulmate?" you shyly asked, ignoring the lingering jealousy you have for them.

"i always thought ariana grande was going to be my soulmate." he genuinely said, trying to mimic how you puff out rings but failed. you giggled at that and fell silent. you ignore that bitter feeling that's nagging you. you grab the vape from him, opting to teach him how to do the trick rather than to be affected by the notion that you don't have a soulmate.

"here. you put your mouth into an 'o' shape." you say, adjusting your position to lay on your stomach as he watches you take a puff. "then like, slowly exhale while your tongue and jaw push the vapor out."

"cool." he stares at you as you puff several rings out. you hand it back to him, and he tries it, but he is too fast to exhale, and his mouth is a little bit wider than what you showed him, making the rings not stick out.

"almost!" you laugh at him as you scoot over to teach him how. "put your mouth like this."

your a bit closer to him, making your arm brush against his while your hand goes to his lips. your face an inch above his, so close. he watches you guide him, your finger brushing lightly against his lower lip as you softly guide him to make his 'o' shaped mouth into what you showed him. you stare at his lips, wondering how lucky tahani must be with him.

"and there." you say, dropping your hand to his chest. jason's eyes shyly avert away for a moment from you, something in him bothering him, but he utters it out nonetheless.

"what if i was your soulmate?"

you're stunned for a moment, realizing how close you are to him. you stutter for a moment while his eyes go wide and expecting, as if he's looking at a pikachu balloon he desperately wants. what if? that question of his rings through your head? there's hope in your heart for a moment. but... you shake your head sadly. that would be unlikely.

"jason..." you're about to argue, but he cuts you off.

"i think so." he says, staring into your eyes. you don't know what to say, looking at his puppy face, feeling like a fool. you don't know... do you deserve jason to be your soulmate? you blink back to reality.

"you don't have to cheer me up because i don't have one." you willed yourself to detach from him, missing his warmth. you sat up, averting his gaze. jason frowns, confused as to why you seemed so sad at that.

"but-"

"you should go now. i think eleanor and chidi are looking for you." you almost want to strangle yourself for dismissing him like that. there you are again, always avoiding what's right before you. jason sits up, this time he doesn't know what to say. he stands up, confused and sad, but he respects your wish to be alone now. your back is turned to him, and you wince when you hear him leave. your heart ached, and the loneliness creeped back into your room. hugging you in the darkness.

if only. you think hopelessly, lying back down. if fucking only.

・゜゜・．

fuck.

your fingers dig into the flesh of your lap, now that eleanor has officially told the entire neighborhood including michael, about her not belonging here has you on edge lately. while you did escape from being interrogated in michael's office that day, that hasn't been the only thing that has been bugging you.

jason isn't talking to you.

you feel like a loser, a fool, and an idiot. should you have just agreed with him that day? the only person you actually talk to has decided to ignore your presence, which was very unlikely of jason since you had met his real self than jianyu. you want to ask chidi for help... but he has his dilemma now with tahani and eleanor. who would you call to?

"janet!" you immediately blurt out of desperation. you hoped her rebooting was in the middle since you really need her right now.

"hi, there!" janet pops up in front of you. you jump in your place, still unused to her sudden appearance every time. "what can i do for you?"

"uhm..." you feel slightly embarrassed to ask of this. "h-how is jason doing?"

"jason is currently watching t.v in his room, but he says he's upset because he's in big trouble and that he upsetted you." she says with a smile. you gulp harshly, running your hand across your face as you sigh loudly.

"fork." you muttered, annoyed that you can't even correctly swear right now.

"it appears to me that you are also upset now." janet looks at you, and you look at her with tired eyes. you sit on your couch, while janet observes you with her usual cheery face. you think for a moment how to fix all of this, your stay in the good place is nearing its end, and you feel like at any minute now, you'll be boarding the train to the bad place. if jason managed to stay... at least you can leave him with a positive impression as a goodbye.

"janet?"

"yes?"

"can you make some buffalo wings?"

"sure!"

anticipation lingers through the air when janet leaves in an instant. you hoped he would find your apology gift to end his thoughts about how he upset you. but you upset him. because you pushed him away, still thinking that you don't deserve anyone as pure and kind as jason is. why were you holding back? why were you still trying to push away your feelings for him? when it was evident he thought the same of you. as you lay on the couch, you pondered if you should have given him the gift instead of janet. you close your eyes, wanting to bury yourself in the ground.

a sudden frantic knocking makes you jolt up.

you quickly stand up, fearing that michael has asked you to return to his office. you rush to your front door, readying yourself as you hesitantly open it. but… you were then met with the sight of a nervous-looking jason.

your eyes softened. "hey..."

"i love you." he deadpans, face serious as ever. your eyes widened, your heart stopped for a moment, and so did the apology in your head for him. you're about to say something but he takes a deep breath before coming closer to you.

"i just want you to know that you're like whippets to me... addicting that i can't live without it. you're pretty like those lights in a skrillex concert and make my heartbeat drop like when i overdose on hard drugs. and you're the only person here who's nice to me and you're my afterlife buddy. and you remembered that i like those buffalo wings from my favorite restaurant even though janet said they closed, and you managed to make a replica to cheer me up." he stops, fidgeting with his hands as he shyly averts your gaze. "so... i love you, homie. and wanna be there for you."

you're stunned, not knowing what to say. the tingling feeling crawls back into your heart. but you don't say anything else as you pull him to you for a kiss. he kisses you back, softly cupping your cheeks. you finally let yourself out of your shell. it was so sweet, warm, and comforting to be wanted. you wrap your arms around his neck, guiding him inside your house as your hand pushes to close the front door. you pull away for a moment, wanting to see his reaction.

"woah..." he merely says, starstruck as he blinks dumbly. "also, i love your ass. does this mean you'll have sex with me?"

you rest your hands on his chest as his breath hits your nose. how wide and doe-eyed they were, but evident that there's lust behind it. you giggled, how forward he is as you think about it. anytime you both would be coming with eleanor to the bad place if michael finds out, and maybe you two won't see each other again. and that breaks your heart for a moment how little time you two have.

fuck it. why not?

"okay." you say with a smile as you grab his arm to drag him to your room. jason smiles wildly, jumping a bit in excitement as he lets you drag him to your room.

the entire room feels heavy. your eyes blink hazily as you toss your head back when you feel his lips trace the hollow of your neck down to your breasts. clothes were thrown carelessly on the floor, the sheets were now ruffled, both of you were naked, and everything felt hot. you let out a breathy sigh when he takes one of your pert nipples into his mouth, sucking.

fuck. was this jason? you're slightly baffled at how this goofball of a man turned into something else. your hand comes up to caress his black hair down to the back of his neck, your legs are wrapped around his waist as he grinds his hips slowly. your lips feel so swollen from his kisses and your heart is beating loudly at the sight of him above you.

his head suddenly rose up, letting your nipple go as he rested his cheek on your chest, looking at you with a small grin on his face. "they're like clouds... so soft."

"you're adorable." you whisper, your hand on his hand, caressing his scalp, making him hum in satisfaction at your touch. he continues to subtly grind his crotch against yours, the friction of his prick rubbing against your core making you whine.

"jason..." you whined, and he propped himself up to tower over you, adjusting himself as he sat on his knees. "i love you too."

his heart skips a beat completely as he makes a noise of that. "can i?"

his eyes drift down to that spot on the apex of your thighs. he looks so out of it, so serious, as you nod. you place your hands on his biceps, gripping his muscles as he takes himself in his hand to gently guide himself in you. you steady yourself, pushing your hips slightly forward as you are rewarded with the sensation of his tip prodding your wet entrance. you let out a tiny moan while jason surges forward to lock lips with yours again.

"o-oh!" you look down to see how he's entering you slowly. his chest rises as his face hovers against your warm cheek. "you know... i almost thought that being in the afterlife would make my vagina go away." you randomly said, wondering why you said that. but you were too drunk in the pleasure of him filling you up inch by inch, his cock now nestled deep inside you to even think of your own words.

"then where will i go inside you?" he genuinely asks, and that makes you grin devilishly.

"in my mouth." you kiss the tip of his nose. he seems to want to ask you about that further, but you shut him up by grinding your hips up. he groans, his entire focus is now thrusting in and out of you slowly. not hurrying up and it seems you two both like this slow pace.

soft kisses are shared as he languidly thrusts into you. gentle caresses and bites are plastered across both of your skins. the sheen sweat is glistening on both of your foreheads as you both are so lost in the sensation of each other. you stare into his eyes, your warm walls clenching around him as his thumb rubs your clit. you wondered how skilled he is with all of this, knowing where your sweet spots are, and how calculated his thrusts are. he's so different in bed that it makes you want to explore more of this side of him.

"i'm close." you breathily say, your hands moving to grasp his neck, feeling that familiar knot in your stomach. jason's thrusts are starting to falter. he's also near his high as he thrusts into you with more vigor. a stream of moans of his name rings through his ears, he makes it his goal for you to cum first as he continues to rub your bead.

you let out a mewl, head tossing back and eyes shutting tight as you bit your lip when the tip of his cock hits that spongy spot in you. your whole body seizes with pleasure, back arching as his other hand holds your hips down for him to continue his hard thrusts. your walls clench around him, riding your orgasm now as he says your name breathily. he then pushes his hips completely to yours, his own orgasm coming at him as he finally cums in you.

"bortles." he sighed before he dropped his whole weight onto you. your brows furrowed, wondering why he said his favorite football player's name at the end of his orgasm. instead of being annoyed, you giggled, making him smile widely as he looked up at you as you lovingly caressed his back.

"do you think we're soulmates?" he suddenly asks, and you don't hesitate for an answer now, even though you two weren't or maybe were. who cares?

"yes."

[nicoloowiarchz]

someone back me up. marauders x the good place au.

james as chidi. regulus as eleanor. lily as tahani. (ooh evans sisters angst!!!). barty as jason. evan as janet. (for the sake of rosekiller bc i love them sm). tom riddle as michael. (lol that would be so funny bc i want dumbles as shawn isbsjsjs)

[siddoesstuffig]

the good place x hatchetfield au because i do things like this now apparently

steph - eleanor

pete - chidi

zoey - tahani

ziggs - jason

snigglette - janet

blinky - michael

[shebeafancyflapjack]

Eleanor: Janet, can you tell Michael I'm still mad at him?

Janet: He's literelly giving you a piggy back right now.

Eleanor: I don't wanna talk to him, doesn't mean I don't still need to reach the shelves.

[hersterical]

Some of my favorite fictional friendships who I think would be willing to get platonically married (some of these I ship both platonically and romantically and some of these I ship purely platonically)

(Stranger Things) Robin & Steve: Do I even need to explain this one?

(MCU) Kate & Yelena: This is doubly true if Yelena is ace and/or aro. I could also see them getting married on an assignment or something and then just not getting around to divorcing while joking about being work wives

(MCU) Clint & Natasha: I honestly only see this happening in a situation where Laura dies in a non-Thanos related incident

(Seinfeld) Jerry & George: They sincerely believe that it was just for the tax benefits. Hard to say if they ever become self-aware enough for it to become romantic

(Community) Annie & Abed: Got carried away with the bit. Abed doesn’t take marriage seriously enough to get a divorce and Annie likes the idea of being married and being able to refer to someone as her husband. They do eventually both grow to actually enjoy being platonically married to each other. Annie might eventually want a divorce when she realizes she’s a lesbian and falls in love with a woman. Abed might want a divorce if he sees how sad the marriage makes Troy

(Lotr) Legolas & Gimli: Same reasons for why they’d get married romantically but if they had no romantic feelings for each other

(X-Men Evolution) Rogue & Kitty: I could see them actually following through on an “if neither of us are married by the time we’re 40” kind of arrangement, though it’d take quite a bit of convincing on Kitty’s part and wouldn’t happen until their 50’s

(The Good Place) Jason & pretty much anyone except for Michael (and Janet): Literally canonically happened with Tahani, kind of canonically happened with Pillboi. Eleanore would definitely go for it if it got her out of a tough situation (and depending on her relationship status with Chidi). Would probably be able to guilt trip Chidi into it if it was really necessary to get Jason out of a bad situation

(SPOP) Bow and Sea Hawk: I don’t think this requires an explanation

(Willow) Kit & Elora: Only if there’s something that stops Kit from marrying Jade or if it’s on accident

Honorable Mentions

(Psych) Shawn & Gus: Shawn would no hesitation platonically marry Gus but Gus would not be up for it

(BBC Merlin) Arthur and Merlin: Would they be platonic life partners? Yes. Would they be romantically married? Yes. Would they get platonically married? No.

(X-Men Evolution) Kurt & Kitty: They would also have an ‘if neither of us are married by the time we’re 40’ kind of thing but Kurt’s too much of a romantic to go through with it

(Community) Jeff & Britta: It wouldn’t be romantic, and it wouldn’t be platonic, but a secret third thing (probably related to spite). We already almost saw it happen in the season two premiere

(Schitt’s Creek) Stevie and David: They would consider it in the pre-Patrick era, but David’s too much of a romantic to go through with it (did they have an ‘if we’re not married by the time we’re 40’ thing in canon? I can’t remember)

(New Girl) Winston and Cece: A classic Winston and Cece mess around would go too far and Cece would demand an immediate divorce (though dependings on the timing she might let it go longer than necessary just to watch Schmidt’s head explode regularly)

(BTVS) Tara and Oz: Sincerely don’t know if either of them would actually be down for this but I think it’d be tons of fun

(SPOP) Bow and Adora: I think they’d be perfectly happy to be platonically married but Glimmer would blow a gasket and Catra’s passive aggressiveness would be reaching very dangerous levels

[mylittleredgirl]

after spending 29 hours thinking about a canon-ship scale for that poll, i decided i might as well spend another few hours looking through my old livejournal icons folder to rank the collection of ships i have written/am writing (for better or worse)...

we lost so much when we stopped making those 100x100 pixel icons. where are the pretty tiny photos of artfully cropped couples with even tinier text on them. all we know now is the wasteland of youtube thumbnails on google image search. we used to be a society

decryption key:

same canon, never met on-screen: clone!sam/jack (sg-1) (i'm rounding up from 0.5 here since she's an open-source fanon OC, but you get me)

they interact on-screen: jack o'neill/elizabeth weir (sg-1/sga), b'elanna/kes (st: voy)

some charged interactions: daniel/fraiser (sg-1), troi/ro (st: tng), margaret/trapper (mash), hawkeye/trapper/margaret (mash)

important intimate relationship (not labeled romantic): sheppard/weir (sga), hawkeye/trapper (mash)

one-sided feelings in the text: janeway/chakotay (st: voy) (i will hang for this take i know), miles/keiko/kira (st: ds9), talia/garibaldi (b5) (not necessarily proud of this one but i filled sooooo many five-subject notebooks about them when i was a teenager)

they kiss but it doesn't count: hoshi/travis (st: ent), julian/jadzia (st: ds9), riker/ro (st: tng)

mutual feelings in the text (unresolved): doggett/reyes (x-files), picard/crusher (st: tng - 24th century edition only)

unresolved on-screen, word of god confirmed: sam/jack (sg-1), jake/diane (jake 2.0)

they get together on-screen: trip/t'pol (st: ent), julian/ezri (st: ds9), frank/margaret (mash)

they stay together (endgame): mulder/scully (x-files), riker/troi (st: tng), miles/keiko (st: ds9), berena (holby city - somehow??? i hear we won in the end?), chidi/eleanor (the good place), jason/janet (the good place)

[classicsapphicships]

The first round of preparations are finally complete, and that means the first round of the Classic Sapphic Ships bracket is almost ready to go! I'll be preparing the polls today and tomorrow to hopefully go live on Friday, and voting time for at least the first two rounds will run for a week. Check out the FAQ in the meantime, and feel free to send over any additional questions as well!

The full list of Round 1 Match Ups is under the cut!

Right side:

Franky/Bridget (Wentworth) vs Regina/Emma (Once Upon a Time)

Watson/Moriarity (Elementary) vs Lucy/Amy (DEBS)

Gina/Rosa (Brooklyn 99) vs Debbie/Lou (Ocean's 8)

Jo/Blair (The Facts of Life) vs Peyton/Brooke (One Tree Hill)

Piper/Alex (Orange is the New Black) vs Bering/Wells (Warehouse 13)

Xena/Gabrielle (Xena: Warrior Princess) vs Trini/Kimberly (Power Rangers 2017)

Ripley/Annalee (Alien) vs Annalise/Tegan (How to Get Away With Murder)

Susan/Talia (Babylon 5) vs Chessy/Meredith (The Parent Trap)

Ann/Anne (Gentleman Jack) vs Scully/Reyes (X-Files)

Cat/Kara (Supergirl) vs Olivia/Natalia (Guiding Light)

Nikki/Helen (Bad Girls) vs Ola/Lily (Sex Education)

13/Cameron (House MD) vs Sara/Catherine (CSI)

Delphine/Cosima (Orphan Black) vs Emily/JJ (Criminal Minds)

B'elanna/Seven (Star Trek) vs Rachel/Quinn (UnReal)

Emily/Alison (Pretty Little Liars) vs Beca/Chloe (Pitch Perfect)

Carol/Maria (Captain Marvel) vs Raven/Abby (The 100)

Left side:

Grace/Frankie (Grace & Frankie) vs Shaw/Root (Person of Interest)

Callie/Arizona (Grey's Anatomy) vs Stef/Lena (The Fosters)

Eve/Mazikeen (Lucifer) vs Luce/Rachel (Imagine Me & You)

Tara/Pam (True Blood) vs Ally/Ling (Ally McBeal)

Alex/Olivia (Law and Order SVU) vs Miranda/Andy (The Devil Wears Prada)

Samantha/Janet (Stargate SG-1) vs Nomi/Amanita/Sense8)

Willow/Tara (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) vs 13/Yasmin (Doctor Who)

Sharon/Brenda (The Closer) vs Kalinda/Alicia (The Good Wife)

Max/Anne (Black Flag) vs Petra/Jane (Jane the Virgin)

Eleanor/Tahani (The Good Place) vs Kelly/Yorkie (Black Mirror)

Rory/Paris (Gilmore Girls) vs Aneela/Kendry (Killjoys)

Quinn/Rachel (Glee) vs Jane/Maura (Rizzoli & Isles)

Nico/Karolina (Runaways) vs Serena/Bernie (Holby City)

Laura/Danny (Carmilla) vs Peggy/Angie (Agent Carter)

Hecate/Pippa (The Worst Witch) vs Bobbie/Chrisjen (The Expanse)

Bo/Lauren (Lost Girl) vs Bette/Tina (The L Word)