#eleanor shellstrop x reader

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- THE GOOD PLACE BOTLIST -

✮⋆˙ - ELEANOR SHELLSTROP

✮⋆˙ - TAHANI AL JAMIL

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[vigsilantes]

[On a mission, Adrian and Y/N are trying to find a way out of a building]

Adrian, messing with a locked door: Babe, help me with this door!

Y/N: They said everything’s locked, it’s not gonna open…

[Adrian grabs a lamp and throws it at the door, trying but failing to break the window]

Y/N, whispering: VIG?!?!!

Adrian: What? You know this is how I always get out of escape rooms! If you break enough stuff, they open the door and kick you out!

Y/N, sighing then chuckling: Yeah, yeah you’re right.

[fhrlclln]

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."

[madwomansapologist]

𝜗𝜚 -> my personal favorite

- eleanor shellstrop!

𝜗𝜚 being eleanor shellstrop soulmate would include (sfw, fluff, soulmate!au, light angst, developing relationship).

- michael realman!

★ a match made in hell (nsfw, smut, co-workers).

★ being michael realman soulmate would include (sfw, fluff, falling in love).

★ dreary mondays (sfw, fluff, established relationship).

★ hurts so good (nsfw, smut, virginity loss, gaslighting).

★ keep it quiet (nsfw, smut, sex toy, public).

★ sub!michael with a affectionate lover (sfw, fluff, established relationship, sugestive).

- chidi anagonye!

★ it's time to go (sfw, angst, hurt/comfort).

- tahani al-jamil!

★ dating tahani al-jamil would include (sfw, fluff, falling in love).

- jason mendoza!

★ raspberry (sfw, fluff, established relationship).

- shawn!

★ shawn falling in love with a human would include (sfw, fluff, falling in love, gaslight).

@ madwomansapologist.tumblr.

[ongaku-ato-kakikomi]

8 - Happy Ending

Prompt: #8 “This is it, isn’t it?”

Fandom: The Good Place (Eleanor Shellstrop x Reader)

Word Count: 246 words.

Summary: You and Eleanor enjoy a little date evening as you contemplate your afterlife together.

Eleanor’s laugh resonates in your head just as you lay your eyes on your surroundings, a sense of peacefulness taking over you as you take in the nature’s beauty and peacefulness. You can’t help but let your lips stretch out into a genuine smile, your hand bringing your glass of wine closer to your mouth for another taste.

“Okay, weirdo.” You slightly turn your head towards Eleanor when she speaks up, the blond woman gulping a bite of her sandwich before giving you a grin. “You have that look. What’s on your mind?”

Your eyes fill up with a warm light as you look at her face, the sun shining on her golden locks. “This is it, isn’t it?”

“Hm?” She quirks an eyebrow at you, her teasing grin still present on her face. “What is?”

“This place. This moment we’re sharing.” You make a small gesture towards the picnic area you two took place in, a warm feeling taking over your chest. “This really is our happy ending, right?”

“Aw…” Her lips stretch out onto her cheeks, her eyes sweetening for a moment. “You think I’m your happy ending?”

“Obviously.” You give out a small chuckle. “Wouldn’t think of anyone else to spend eternity with.”

“Well, you’re my happy ending too.” She reaches for your hand, her fingers sending a shiver up your arm as she intertwines her fingers with yours. “I love you.”

Your eyes squint because of your smile. “I love you too.”

[bowieandqueen11]

Eleanor from the Good Place 🎶?

HECK TO THE YEAAA

The Middle / Eleanor Shellstrop Drabble

Line: Everything, everything will be alright

You wondered how many pieces it took to build something like this. How many imperfect blocks went in to create something so perfectly patched up to look solid. Counting the bricks, your eyes scan over the variations in the hue, trying to focus on the water that flowed past, just out of reach below. 

Focusing on this was the only thing that could stop you from bursting into tears, whilst Eleanor was talking.

‘I was alone my whole life, and I told myself I like it that way, but I don’t. I like being with you. I’ve gone as far as I can on this path alone, and I thought I knew how to do it, how to cope and solve my problems by myself - but it just made me realise how much you were missing from me when I finally met you. If you go, half of me will too.’ 

Sniffling lightly, your lips purse in a tight, pained smile, feeling the way Eleanor stares up at you. Her eyes imploring, begging you to understand. And you do. You see the pain swirling in them. You hear the hitch of her breath as her voice falters and crumbles over itself. You see the love behind it too, the desperate devotion that laced all her words and tugged on your heart until you felt yourself stumbling towards her.

‘Okay, I won’t go.’

She sighs in relief, her shoulders deflating, and yet she can’t stop the tear that slips from the corner of her eye.

‘Really?’

‘Yeah, I won’t go. There’s still plenty to do. I’ll stay. It’s okay, El, really. I love you, of course I want to stay here with you. Are you- are you crying?’

‘Just the thought of being stuck here with all eternity with Michael’, she mutters out with a high pitched laugh, still being her usual Eleanor and trying to cheer you up even in the midst of all this. Using the edge of her coat sleeve to wipe underneath her eyes, she tries to smile at you, but finds for the first time in her life, that she’s unable to meet your eye.

You make the first move, putting your arms around her shoulders and tugging her into your chest, feeling the way she melts into your touch. She grabs onto your back, fingers clenching into your jacket, as if holding you wasn’t quite enough - you had to feel every ounce of her pressed into every ounce of you. In that moment, despite her trembling, she felt more alive than she ever had.

‘Do you really mean it? You’ll stay with me?’

‘Of course I do. I’d choose you, Eleanor, in every version of reality, a million times over. I’m not leaving.’

[stanathanxoox]

Binge Watching

gif is mine

@eleanorandchidixlove requested: Wrapping a blanket around them when they are sitting on the couch and watching a show with Eleanor

Eleanor loved it when she returned to the apartment the two of you shared to find you sitting on the couch binge-watching your favourite tv show. She loved how entrenched you always got and how much it took to get you out of the zone. It always made her happy to see you enjoying something, especially now that you and she hadn't exactly been seeing eye to eye lately when it came to things both in and outside of your relationship. Both of you had been trying so desperately to keep the relationship afloat but every time you got to a good point in it, something always seemed to come in and make things worse for you again, the only thing was that the two of you were determined to keep your relationship strong, you couldn't imagine life without Eleanor, nor she, you. Leaning over the back of the couch Eleanor placed a kiss atop your head before she grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch, she made her way around the couch and wrapped it around you before placing a gentle kiss on your lips, it was enough to distract you for just a couple of seconds, and you smile as you meet her intense gaze

“Hey Eleanor,” you say, lifting your hand up to move a stray strand of blonde hair that had fallen into her eyes

“Hey Y/N, I missed you,” she says and you smile knowingly

“I've missed you too babe. No more trips away with the soul squad for a while?” you ask and she nods

“Not for a while, no. I'm all yours for the foreseeable future” she says and you grin

“Really?” you ask and when she nods you ask

“Care to join me?” she chuckles before placing a kiss on your cheek and moving the blanket so that she can cuddle with you.

“So what's been happening?” she asks pointing to the tv and you pause the episode before turning to her and explaining what has happened in the last couple of episodes, feeling content for the first time in way too long.

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[quollstar]

Devil in Disguise; ch1

michael (the good place) x reader

warnings: this is a pairing between you and unreformed demon michael, aka before the team cockroach storyline, aka he's evil and mean. what can i say. be mindful that he's going to call you names and stuff so if that makes you upset be careful reading!

notes: there isn't too much actual plot here. basically reader/you are a fifth member of the group of humans michael is torturing. this is somewhere reboot like 300 or something. this work does include use of "Y/N"!

You were pretty sure the Architect was a demon.

It wasn't an easy conclusion to come to. Not at all. And you definitely didn't want to think that, not when you had previously believed you were in Heaven, and believing anything else meant that you were definitely in Hell. He wasn't particularly obvious, either, so long as you weren't looking. He played the part of the helpful, well-meaning, a-little-bit-clueless Architect so well that you wondered if it was a part at all.

Then the mask would slip for just a moment. He would say something so cruel that he had to have known it was hurtful, or he'd smile to himself when he shouldn't and he thought no-one was looking; but you were always looking. Really, your stupid crush on him was the only reason you suspected him at all, because you always wanted to be near him, and thus were always there for his slip-ups.

A few misplaced grins could be excused (he didn't know a lot about humans or social norms after all) but after a while it was a pattern. Maybe you only started looking because of your past experiences with manipulative liars on Earth, or maybe you never really believed you were in The Good Place at all; but either way, it seemed like you were the only one with any suspicions. So you started keeping a mental list of everything he did that just seemed off. Eventually it got so long that you couldn't excuse it. He wasn't what he seemed, and one day, you decided you were going to confront him about it.

So now, here you were. You'd asked if you could speak to him privately and he had obliged, looking equal parts confused and concerned as he ushered you into his office. The place was familiar from when you'd first 'woken up' here, been told where 'here' was, and that you'd made it and now you could enjoy your afterlife. It had been perfect until it wasn't, and you didn't like being forked around with, thank you very much. You tried to hold on to that energy as you passed through the hallway ("Welcome! Everything is fine." Yeah, right.) and took your seat in front of his desk.

Still, sitting across from him now, you started to doubt your suspicions again. You'd always been a paranoid person on Earth; wasn't it possible that you were just thinking too far into things again? And maybe he was just an idiot; maybe he didn't understand how to be nice to people yet. You'd known plenty of actual humans who still didn't grasp that concept, so really, shouldn't he get a pass?

But then you remembered your list; all the times he had laughed when Eleanor would trip, and then tried to cover it up with a cough; all the times he'd backhandedly called Tahani a failure to her face and she'd had to hold back tears; all the times he had oh-so-conveniently forgotten to mention that, by the way, there would be fun, new things involved today, even though he knew Chidi hated not knowing things like that beforehand. Given as the neighborhood had only started five months ago, there was no explanation for just how many times he'd managed to mess up, unless the reason was that he was trying to mess up.

So you'd set your jaw, even as the perfectly realistic look of concern on his face stayed, and he'd tented his hands under his chin and asked you, "What can I help you with?" He looked so much like a not-man afraid of learning that his resident was unhappy that it nearly made you waver again (Fork, he was good at that) but you held strong.

No point in beating around the bush. "This isn't The Good Place."

"I beg your pardon?"

"This is The Bad Place, and you're a demon."

He froze for just a second too long before knitting his eyebrows and slowly blinking once, twice, all the while still staring at you with very apparent shock.

Finally he spoke, calm as ever, aside from the note of surprise in his voice. "Why would you think that?"

You couldn't believe he was still committed to the bit, but then again, you didn't really expect him to throw up his hands and say, 'you got me!'.

You huffed. "There's a lot of reasons, man, but how about we start with my biggest one: you're kind of an ash-hole."

He didn't speak, just kept looking at you (rather uncomfortably), so you filled the silence for him.

"You're constantly condescending in a way I could excuse at first 'cause, hey, you're not human, but then you go and keep pushing everyone's buttons even though, realistically, you should know what's a sore subject- because you know everything! You're mean to Tahani and Jason, you're always putting Eleanor in stressful situations, you're downright cruel to Chidi, and that leads to my next point: you're never not around the five of us. Like, don't you have other residents?"

You paused to give him a chance to offer a rebuttal (and catch your breath), but he stayed quiet. In fact, his face had shifted to one of mild boredom over the course of your rambling, and you balked at him incredulously.

"You don't have anything to say? 'Cause I can keep going, I have a whole list–"

"To be honest, I'm just surprised you actually figured it out."

You mirrored his expression from before, blinking at him slowly.

He sounded completely different, like he'd undergone a total tonal 180°. Not only was his voice different, he looked a lot more sinister now, having finally dropped the mask of concern. His brows were raised over his glasses and his mouth was a flat line, and though he was in the same pose as before, now his tented hands looked devious rather than accommodating. His eyes were half narrowed behind the lenses, looking right at you unwaveringly.

The change was enough to shock you into silence for the time being. To be honest, even though you were pretty confident in your theory when coming here, you'd almost wanted to be wrong. Maybe he would have laughed at you good-naturedly, or asked you if you were feeling alright, then said something to explain his behavior; something that would quell your fear beyond all doubt. You'd have a conversation with him about treating your friends better (he'd say something like, "I'm so sorry, I had no idea!" and it wouldn't be a lie) and you'd be able to go back to enjoying your afterlife, now with a more open relationship between all of you and the Architect overseeing your paradise.

That would have been great, but obviously, it would never happen. He'd confirmed your fears rather than assuage them, and now you were sitting in a small room with a not-man you now knew to be a demon. One that had been torturing you this entire time. One that was watching all of this dawn on your face with a budding grin on his own.

You swallowed, then cleared your throat, trying not to look at his mouth. You were pretty sure his teeth looked sharper now than before, and you didn't want to think about that. Instead you spoke, forcing your tone to remain even and unconcerned. "So, I am right? You're… this is all just an elaborate torture scheme?"

"Yeah, dummy, and to be honest, you took a lot longer to figure it out than I thought you would. If it were Jason, sure, I could excuse it, because that guy is so stupid," he cut himself off by laughing, an evil sort of chortle that didn't feel right coming from the Michael you knew. Though, you supposed, this wasn't the Michael you knew, but instead the one you'd caught glimpses of under the surface since getting here. And man, he was a lot meaner than you could have guessed.

He shook his head, giggles subsiding as he leveled you with an almost disappointed look. "But you? I really expected more from you at the start. I mean, in the hundreds of times we've been through this, this is the first time you've ever been the one to call me out!"

"I'm sorry, hundreds of times–?"

"Yes, hundreds. Each time one of you– it's just you five, by the way, you got that right too; everyone else is one of us– each time one of you figures it out, I just wipe your memories and we start over. Back to square one, as it were. It's great."

He grinned widely as he waved a hand, bringing up a sort of floating computer screen to his left. On it was a chart with a bunch of lines marking different restarts, if you had to guess; some no taller than an inch and a couple that stretched off the top of the screen. Most, though, seemed to hover around the same height, including the highlighted one at the very right. Your current timeline. Probably. To be honest, your head was still reeling from Michael's abrupt change in attitude, so you weren't feeling too sharp. In fact, you felt a little sick to your stomach.

Michael was still talking, gesturing to different points on the chart and explaining his favorite events in those timelines (apparently at one point, you'd been trapped inside a torture obelisk for a month which was– direct quote– "super fun") but you didn't hear much, or at the least you didn't comprehend what you were hearing. It was just too much information overload.

"–Hey, dummy, you look a little pale– you're not going to throw up, are you? Because as embarrassing as that would be for you, and how fun it would be for me, I don't really want to have to clean that up." He waved his hand in front of your face a few times until you focused back on him.

"Why are you telling me all of this?"

He sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose beneath his glasses. "Obviously, because I'm going to restart again, so it doesn't matter. God, you really aren't bright, huh? I mean, in the very first version of this, Eleanor was already coming up with a plan to get ahead of me once I restarted it, and it only took her like a minute. It didn't work, of course, but at least she thought of something. You're just sitting there with your mouth open like an idiot." He snapped.

You couldn't really help it; you winced. His biting tone was a little too alike to all the shitty men you'd met on Earth, and if there was one thing you were excited for when you thought this was The Good Place, it was the unspoken promise that you'd never have to deal with that kind of man again.

Maybe it was even worse coming from him because you'd thought, at one point, that he was your friend. If not a friend then at least someone who had your best interests at heart. Even if it was never true, it still stung to have him sneer and call you an idiot.

Michael dropped the smirk, replacing it instead with a fake pout; pushing his bottom lip out mockingly. "Are you offended? No, don't answer that; I know you are. I hurt your fragile human feelings. Poor baby." He shifted forward, hands flat under his chin as he leaned on his elbows. The elegant desk wasn't big enough to keep him out of your space and you did your best to hold your ground even as he invaded your personal bubble. "I can see those tiny cogs turning– no, literally, I can see your brain move when you think, it's actually very gross… So what are you thinking about? What's your plan here; what's the play? Whatever you're thinking, let me tell you, it's not gonna work." Ending the mocking with another bout of wicked laughter, he watched you expectantly, condescending sneer back on his face now.

Refusing to back down, you stared back at him, trying to look unbothered even while your mind raced. All of this had been for nothing; all the ethics lessons with Chidi, getting to know your new friends (who were the only other humans here, apparently, so you guessed it was a good thing you'd never decided to hang out with anyone else); all of it was pointless because you were just going to do it all again. So, you figured, if none of this mattered, you could afford to act a little brash.

"What are you thinking?" Michael reiterated, calm as ever, wholly unworried. Why should he be?

"I'm wondering if demons can feel pain."

"Why–"

You cut him off when you punched him in the jaw. You had absolutely no idea what possessed you to do so; you were normally a non-confrontational person, but learning you've been forked with for months, maybe years when you count every stupid reboot, will do that to someone– make you more aggressive. It wasn't hard to do given how close he'd gotten while antagonizing you, but shirt, did it hurt like a bench.

You shook your fist out, wincing at the sting. Your knuckles would bruise for sure if given the time, but you had the feeling Michael was going to reboot you pretty soon, so that hardly mattered.

Focusing back on the demon you'd just socked across the face, you weren't too shocked to see that he'd hardly moved with the blow. His head had turned just a bit, and his glasses were slightly askew, but he definitely wasn't bruised or bleeding. For the most part, he seemed relatively unaffected.

Well, maybe 'unaffected' wasn't the right word.

Michael's expression made you wonder if he'd ever been hit before. The pure shock (and even a little bit of awe? Respect? You were probably hallucinating) on his face made you think that he probably hadn't, and it brought you some sick joy to think you might be the first to humble him like that.

You allowed yourself a victorious smirk as Michael slowly put himself back together; silent as he straightened and righted his glasses on his nose. "Has that ever happened in your hundreds of reboots?"

He regarded you in silence for long enough for your smirk to slowly melt as you were reminded that, oh, right, this is the demon in charge of literally torturing you, and maybe you should not have done that. To be fair to yourself, thoughtful decision making was never your strong suit, even when you were still alive. Even so, this was probably your worst one yet.

You refused to apologize, though; groveling would get you nowhere. Instead you lifted your chin and stared back at him as he lounged, calm as ever, head resting in one hand and legs spread– the picture of ease. Actually, regretfully, it wasn't the worst sight in the world, which was a forked up thing to think given everything about the situation you were in. But if thinking with your dick at the worst moments possible wasn't the most human thing imaginable, you didn't know what was. It's pretty much the only thing you can count on a person for.

"...No, Y/N, I can't say that anyone has ever been stupid enough to try something like that."

end of chapter one!

there currently is no chapter two, but i'm getting there. if you wanna read that when it goes up the link is here:

[jellycolors]

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘴𝘥

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞

𝐃𝐨 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥

[heytherehowdyworld]

Panic! in the Good Place

Hey! I hope that all 68 of you are well, all in all. 

This is for jolovesfandoms, who requested a panic attack angst imagine with Eleanor Shellstrop from ‘The Good Place’. I hope you enjoy! Oh, and don’t forget to enjoy and comment so that I can caffeinate and contemplate!

Warnings: My first time writing a panic attack so it may not be the best depiction (forgive me!)

Oh god. Oh god. 

Everything was spinning, hurting. 

Your heart beat out an uneven beat, heat flushing through you each time it began to pound anew. The heat, the parching heat that was slowly working its way into your mouth and drying it out, that was winding around your lungs and pressing the air out of them, was all-consuming. And then there were the pins, the needles, sticking into you whenever you shifted - even slightly. 

A soft sound to your right drew some of the attention from the searing pain inside you. 

“Hey, hey.” It was Eleanor. “Are you okay?”

You tried to answer, say anything at all, but it felt as though someone were choking you. You looked at her instead, trying to convey the pressure you felt on you using only your eyes. 

Eleanor crinkled hers, mouth narrowing in concern. 

“Hey, look here. Just… just breathe, okay babe? In and out.” You followed her orders, trying to force some air into your lungs and relieve the pressure in them. When it didn’t work, you began to panic again. Eleanor must have noticed your hyperventilation, because she grabbed your hands and rubbed circles on the pad of each finger, stopping to kiss the tips every few seconds. 

“You got this, alright? Keep breathin’ babe.”

In.

Out.

In.

Out. 

You matched your breath to each of Eleanor’s strokes along your fingers, slowly trying to fill your lungs with a little more air each time you drew it in. 

“That’s it, that’s it, you got this.” 

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, grasping at Eleanor’s hand and squeezing it. 

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry about, you badash.” Eleanor grabbed your face, drawing it to hers. 

“I’m here to help you,” she whispered, softly tracing your lower lip. 

“I’m here to help you.”

[r2in2p]

- MAIN BOTLIST -

✮⋆˙ - MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE

✮⋆˙ - MEAN GIRLS (2024)

✮⋆˙ - COMMUNITY

✮⋆˙ - BROOKLYN NINE-NINE

✮⋆˙ - THE GOOD PLACE

✮⋆˙ - CELEBRITIES

REQUESTING RULES

TIKTOK ACCOUNT

[sugaredoleander]

but actually, please, i need a beta reader (or critique partner, or both, come as you are, glitter and tequila provided)

femslash/fanfiction

the fandom is the good place, the ship is tahani/eleanor and the word count will probaby be around 10k, it'll be ready to be beta read by thursday (7.11.19) at the latest (probably earlier,) and i'd like to be through with the beta process by friday (8.11.19) midnight (00:00) EET

i will express my everlasting gratitude for your help through photos of my (very cute!) cat and would love to return the favor sometime if you ever need a beta in the future

(having seen every episode of the show is preferred but not required, understanding the premise of the show will do)

[madwomansapologist]

being Eleanor Shellstrop soulmate would include

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synopsis: you are Eleanor's soulmate and quickly realize that the Good Place, for you, wont be a paradise

warnings: none :)

• You can’t say that your first conversation with Eleanor wasn’t surprising but you would be happier if she didn’t told you that she wasn’t meant to be in the Good Place

• Since Michael, a lovely arquitector that show you how paradise was forking amazing, have told you that soulmates are real you we're going nuts about finally being introduced to your

• Michael ask if you could go the tiny house with funny colors after the intro video so both of you could meet, and every step close you we're to the house more anxious you we're about it

• What if you are nothing like your soulmate we're expecting? What if your soulmate was someone you would hate? Michael had told you that soulmates may need two Jeremy Bearimy's to get close and you don't even know what that word means

• But as soons as you see her, you just know that everything would be fine. That it will always be fine

• And then everything went down

• You would never told Michael about the error. Even if the situacion was a pure chaos, the image of Eleanor being tortured forever made you not even doubt about trying to help her

• Okay, you we're human so of course you doubt

"Are you sure you ain't a nazi?" you asked her for the second time.

"Look here you bench, I know that I was a Arizona dirtbag, but don't call me that" Eleanor would have screamed if she wasn't affraid someone hearing you both.

"Okay, I'm sorry, but I just assume the worst. I mean, I could risk my life for a average person, but I am not doing that to someone who, I don't know, was a homophobic."

"Bitch, I am bi" she was at one commentary to snap your neck, so you make the right decision and shut the forking up.

• You and Chidi we're called by Tahani, who wished to make a book club dedicate to appreciate the biggest names in world literature and tought that two academics we're the right team to help her doing this

• The three of you quickly became friends

• Chidi was in peace, he told you that he never felt like that while alive, and just looking for more ways to have fun

• Tahani was a british and that explain a lot about why you didn't like her at the beginning, but after two days hanging out to prepare the book club you realize she was a funny person. You both make yours skin care routine together

• But what really turn your friendship into something more ways the Soulmate-Problem, as you three called

• Chidi's soulmate as just, well, what witchcraft, horror, blood and kids crying would look like in as a human being. That aren't kids in your neighborhood, but if it was then she probably would be happy because she would have someone to take a candy away

• Janyu was silent. Not even one word pronunced since he was a child. Tahani feels so alone

• When y'all are just gossiping about it you almost feel normal. The you remember than probably in two Jeremy Bearimy's, whatever this might mean, the would be happy with their soulmates and you would be alone

• When the first day of the book club happens and the neighbors who participate start reading Frankstein, by Mary Shelley, you understand what Eleanor need to stop being a shirt

• If Frankstein wasn't a mother-forking he would stay by the side of this own creation and teach him about the word and none of the dyings would had happened.

• Of course you didn't view Eleanor as a monster who would hurt people, but that makes you realize that she needs to be teached about how to be a good person. At least how to pretend so no giant shrimp would fly again in the sky. And whos better than Chidi?

• As the days go on and everyone seems to be having the time of their lives, Eleanor come with the ideia of doing something together so you both wouldn't be suspect

• You both pretend to have a date at least once a week. You watch horror movies, talk about your lives, walked along the river

• She was a good company, and even tho she always messed up things and make Michael crazy, she was a funny woman

• And she seems to be the only other person to think that not being able to swear was so annoying. What we're you, five years old?

• You studied with her, that wasn't your area but you we're really affraid that if she give up you both we're end up going to the Bad Place

• Eleanor became more than a job you had to do, she became a friend

• After some fake dates we're you both faked smiles everytime someone walks by your tablet, the smiles became natural

• She gossip about the looks of some people, makes jokes about your own always tense way of being, even help you to be more confident about what you want

"I just can't do this" you said, after trying to immitate her.

"Of course you can!" Eleanor hold your shoulders, making sure you pay attention to her. "You gonna say 'Hey Michael, my friend, I have ideas that can make our neighborhood a Amazing Place and if you are smart you gonna hire me before someone else do it"

You laughed, your chest almost burning about how not you that words felt.

"I would never do that."

"You will." Eleanor was deadly serious.

"Look at me. Why would he say yes to this?"

"All I am seeing is a smart, courageous, funny, brilliant and also" Eleanor made a funny face "forking hot person."

"You think so?"

"Obviously, you don't have a mirror in your home?"

"Not about that you idiot."

• One night, you end up really drunk at a Tahani's party. You we're just having fun, but after a point you realize you better go home. Eleanor stop eating shrimps and take you to her home instead, it was closer to the party and you here almost sleeping. She let you rest in her bed, put a pair of socks on your feets, and let herself fall sleep in the couch

• When you woke up and saw the pair of socks your heart just melted

• After that, you start thinking about your relationship with Eleanor as something you would really like to not have to pretend

• You wished she would like you back, but everything was so confuse and after you start working for Michael it seems like he would find out the truth at any time

• That was a night you almost drop everything and told Eleanor about your feelings, it feels so wrong to see her that way while you we're just a friend to her, but you didn't have the courage

• After she told the truth to Michael, only because you we're forking out about murdering Janet, the mess was even bigger

• Tahani couldn't believe that Janyu was Jason and that both you and Chidi knew that. After a point she forgive you both, in her head everyones soulmate was so complicated that it kinda of makes sense to not told her the truth

• The moment the guys from the Bad Place went to take her, you realize you couldn't live without telling the truth, so you told her everything you feel about her

• She was happy, really forking happy, and by the moment you we're going to kiss eachother the demon let another Eleanor get out of the train

• And that was a mess

• But honestly, you didn't fell like you need to be the New Eleanor lover. You do feel guilted about not being in love with her, she was such a amazing woman and the tought that she might became sad because of you really hurt you, but it didn’t change the fact that you know exactly what you feel for Eleanor

• You asked Chidi what you should do but his reaction was like you we're torturing him

• Tahani didn't helped you, she already had her soulmates problems™

• Michael told you that the New Eleanor was the one for you but you didn't feel right about it and that makes you realize that what matters we're your feelings. If Eleanor goes to the Bad Place, if she gets hurt and you never be able to listen to her laugh anymore, you at least wanna be by her side for the time she have left

• But she already escaped with Jason

• And when she came back everything was a mess, everyone we're screaming and fighting with one another, until the moment she realized what was really happening

• You couldn't believe that this wasn't the Good Place

• But it was true

• While Michael and Shawn talked about what they would do to you, Eleanor give a page with something written to Janet, and completly ignore the others

• She just want to have her first kiss with you.

๑ At her new home, alone because her soulmate only thinks about gym, Eleanor was surprised by a robot lady giving her a paper with her calligraphy on

"Find ..."

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[ongaku-ato-kakikomi]

Experience - Eleanor Shellstrop x Reader (The Good Place)

Day Twenty-Two of Fictober 2019

Prompt number: #22 “We could have a chance.”

Fandom: The Good Place (Eleanor Shellstrop)

Word Count: 334 words.

Summary: Michael and the almighty judge comes up with a solution to save everyone.

“An experience?”

“Yes.” The almighty judge gives you a proud smile from her desk before she shares a look with Michael. “To test if humans can get better in a more secure environment than Earth.”

“That’s….” Tahani gives out an exciting exhale.“Amazing! It is purely amazing!”

“Yes!” Jason throws his arms in the air before he hugs Janet. “We get to stay together, babe!”

You feel tears pricking out of your eyes as you settle them on the blond standing next to you. “We could have a chance.”

Eleanor grabs your hand and squeezes it, her eyes sweetening while her lips stretch out into a loving smile. “I love what you’re thinking, hot stuff.”

She presses her lips against yours before you can retort a reply, your heart jumping in your chest with happiness at her action.

“Yeah, well...” Michael interrupts you two with an awkward scoff, though a smile is settled on his lips. “It’s more to save actual humanity more than your relationship...”

“He’s right.” The judge nods her head with a serious look. “That is pretty selfish of you to think that, ladies.” You feel the heat come up on your face as you feel ashamed, but it gets worse when the judge gives out a grin. “But between you and me, I also want you two to have a chance.”

“Thank you, judge.” Eleanor smirks when she sees your red face, although she doesn’t show that she’s relieved to see that the almighty judge is on your side. “If anyone deserves to get to paradise, it’s (Y/N).”

You almost choke on your saliva. “Other people also deserve it! You know... like our friends here.”

Chidi smiles from his place. “That’s very kind of you to say, (Y/N).”

Your blush just gets worse. “You’re... welcome.”

“Awn.” The judge pouts adorably at the two of you, noticing how your friends are also grinning happily. “Now I really hope this experience work.”

And honestly, so do you.

[stanathanxoox]

Eleanor Shellstrop Masterlist 19/05/19

Eleanor Shellstrop x reader

Hi Horny

It’s 2am

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[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Snow- Eleanor Shellstrop

Pairing: Eleanor Shellstrop x Reader

Characters: Eleanor Shellstrop

Warnings: N/A

Request: @ongaku-ato-kakikomi​ - For a Christmas One-shot: How about making snow angels with Eleanor Shellstrop?

Word Count: 410

Author: Charlotte

When you were alive, you enjoyed the wintertime far more than you loved any other time of year. As soon as the snow begun to fall, you were beyond excited and would spend almost every second you could outside, enjoying the cold and having fun in the snow. You had never outgrown the childhood glee that came with snowfall and you hoped that you never would.

Of course, you never thought that you would die so young and lose out on so many winters but at least you had ended up in what was considered the Good Place and would have an eternity of happiness just without the feel of snow.

You had met your soulmate Eleanor and had both expressed all the things of life that you missed but it didn’t make you feel better. You were dead and had no way to go back into life, so how were you meant to find joy in that?

One afternoon, Eleanor asked for you to meet her in her home and you agreed, not really having anything better to do but also enjoying her company enough to want to meet her. You knocked on her front door and she called you in. As soon as you opened it, you were hit with a bitter cold that you had missed dearly. Every surface was covered in snow, more flakes falling from the ceiling.

“Snow?” You questioned, not having expected such a thing.

“You kept talking about missing snow and winter, so I got Janet to make it snow in here for you. I don’t really understand your enjoyment in it, but I thought I’d try to do something nice for you as you’re always nice to me.”

An excited squeal escaped you as you pulled Eleanor into a tight hug.

“Thank you so much,” you grinned.

You were beyond happy with the snow that was around you. With an almost maniacal laugh, you jumped up into the air before falling into the snow, landing flat on your back.

“Join me,” you squealed.

Moving your arms and legs, you did your best to make a snow angel, but you were almost shaking with happiness and cold.

“I’d rather not,” she frowned.

You shot Eleanor a look, gesturing for her to join you. She let out a sigh before sitting down beside you, falling back reluctantly to mirror your movements.

“You’re the best,” you smiled. “Thank you for doing this.”

“Anything for you.”