#tgp fic

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Femslash February 2026

018. Buffet - Tahani Al-Jamil/Eleanor Shellstrop (The Good Place)

Tahani carefully places exactly two tea sandwiches on her plate. She can hear her mother's judgment in her ears. Eleanor has no such qualms.

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Eleanor x Tahani fic rec - Third Edition

Here, have your needed Eleanor x Tahani during winter hiatus

My top picks

Imagine Us in Heaven by @lenathecoffeewriter – So, this fic healed my soul. If you’ve been wishing Tahani come to the realization that she’s a lesbian, this is the fic you’ve been waiting for. It has 10 chapters, each chapter is short and a light, lovely reading. It has lovely moments with Eleanor set in S4, in a totally plausible way (well, in a totally plausible reality where the show is not deadset in having Eleanor and Chidi being endgame, but you get what I mean). I’m always skeptical with fics where Eleanor and Tahani have feelings for each other rather than attraction, but ugh this is everything I’ve been wishing for. It’s honestly so good, so well written, loved how the author gave Tahani her personal journey to coming out, and loved the author’s scenarios for Eleanor and Tahani’s relationship to flourish.

Temptations of Infuriation by ao3 author bYeFeliciaah – this is the enemies-to-friends-to-lovers fic you want. It has 3 chapters, it’s so lovely, it’s set in S3 while on Earth, it’s the fic I wish I had written. Author says this fic was inspired by the scene in The Office where Pam has her art show and only Michael shows up, that’s the plot. Other than that, as I previously stated, it is the fic I wish I’d written. It’s so good.

Champagne Bonuses by ao3 author darlingargents – One chapter only, it’s an au/canon divergence where Eleanor is Tahani’s assistant, both alive on Earth. It has the right amount of hurt-comfort, flirting and cute moments. I go back to it often when I’m in the mood for something nice and light.

A couple of M/E rated ones which are nice

That Damn Blue Dress by ao3 author thesilvergoddex – What I love about this fic is that is has sexy scenes not written too explicitly, just smooth enough. Summary goes: “Eleanor spills some stuff on Tahani's least favorite dress, and they have a dressup party. And an undressing party.”

The Pleasure Principle by @iasmelaion – It has one chapter that feels like a few chapters put together in one long chapter. Friends to lovers set in S3 while the Soul Squad were in Australia (meaning there are sexy moments as well as plot). Summary goes: "When Eleanor makes the offer, she doesn’t expect Tahani to actually take her up on it. A woman like Tahani Al-Jamil is not going to stay at a tourist trap motel with Eleanor Shellstrop, Arizona trashbag. What happens when Tahani does, in fact, take Eleanor up on her offer to stay with her in her Sydney motel room.”  It’s what every Eleanor x Tahani shipper wanted S3 to make happen for us.

I’m a slut for fluff and you know it, so here are my picks

Going My Way by @thehummingbirdsound – We are left shivering with … anticipation, but it’s a lovely set up of a before-the-romance scenario. They’re both on Earth, Tahani’s flight is cancelled, she and Eleanor go to a bar and bond. It’s cute, I promise.

Trash Bag Heart by ao3 author burglebezzlement – Oof, this author is a constant in these ficrecs for a reason. This is a cute one chapter fic set in the beginning of S4, kind of what they don’t show you on screen type of Eleanor x Tahani content. I love this author’s writing, it’s always flawless, and perfectly balanced between flirty and romantic.

Recovery by ao3 author Merixcil – This is ficlet from a prompt, and it’s part of a big compilatory fic of multifandom ficlets. The fic explores what I gather is the author’s personal take of what should be the solution to the problem The Good Place presents, and Eleanor and Tahani are together in it. It’s really nice, I myself found it an interesting take of what should happen to the souls in their afterlife.

Soulmates by @ticklishraspberries – this is not a recent fic, it’s actually set in the very S2, it’s short and sweet, all audiences, and explores the first instants of Attempt 218.

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My brain has decided to go for some awful Michael whump to get me through work tonight. Can't wait to get home and not write this.

[jeffersonhairpie]

Chapters: 15/25 Fandom: The Good Place (TV) Rating: Teen and Up Warnings: Canon levels of death talk Relationships: Tahani Al-Jamil/Eleanor Shellstrop Summary: Eleanor and Tahani consider what the end of this experiment means for them

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The Beer Burglar

Summary: Brooklyn 99 and The Good Place crossover in which Jake arrests Eleanor

This is my entry for the @b99fandomevents summer fic exchange.

it was written for @cheeto-anaconda hope you enjoy it :)

             The discussion of their faith was starting to get really confusing. None of the humans could understand what was going on, they were just mere (dead) mortals in the middle of a conversation that was really beyond them… and somehow, about them.

“Mmm… Okay, let’s do it.” The Judge concluded, bringing an apparent good ending to the debate.

“Yes!” Michael cheered, seeming extremely pleased.

“I don’t know why, I’m just feeling kinda funky. But there have to be strict rules. Otherwise, the results will be tainted. And I reserve the right to change my mind at any point.” The Judge continued, like she was explaining a simple game of ‘Uno’ to the clearly confused humans.

“About what?” Eleanor finally voiced what all the four were feeling.  “Would someone who’s not an eternal being please explain to me what the-”

And then it all started over. 

--

             “Excuse me, ma’am. Do you have two minutes to talk about the environment?” Jake exploited his previously used genius cover. In fact no one looked him in the eye and he passed as basically invisible.

           Jake had come up with the idea of dressing like an environment enthusiast way back, when he started dating Amy. Now, a year into their marriage, it was still his favorite disguise, it just always seemed to work. That is, of course, until an incredibly rude lady came across him.

           “Do you have two minutes to talk about the environment?” Jake asked to a random person while looking for the perp reported to be there just a few minutes ago.

           “Do you have two minutes to eat my farts?” Eleanor said, the phrase almost becoming an automatic response by now.

           It had passed around 8 months since Eleanor had gone through her near-death experience and she had basically given up on being a good person. She was basically back to her pre ‘margarita mixture related incident’ self, the only difference being her new place of living, Brooklyn.

           “Wow, that was uncalled for.” Jake muttered under his breath.

           “You’re uncalled for.” Eleanor answered quickly, making the detective direct his glaze at her.

           “Wait a minute…” Jake said.Short blonde hair, blue eyes, short, apparently drunk… “You’re the beer burglar!”

           Usually the NYPD wouldn’t use their good detectives for a case this insignificant. But the constant local stores calls about missing packs of beer and bottles of liquor were starting to get annoying, and somehow the beat cops were still unable to get the perp who was committing said crime.

           “Oh, shit.” Eleanor exclaimed, widening her eyes. Seconds later she seemed much more relaxed “Hey, she’s making a name for herself!”

           “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but I’m gonna have to take you in.” Jake said, getting a little bit annoyed by the fact that this was the biggest case he had scored that month.

           “Don’t you have to do some procedure stuff?” Eleanor remembered him, clearly enjoying her little moment in the spotlight.

           Jake rolled his eyes before starting the well know discourse.

           “You have the right to remain silent. If you do say anything… Ma’am!” Jake yelled as the woman who had commited the crime jolted down the block, managing to catch Eleanor in the middle of the second block down his previous location.

           “Man, that was quite a run.” Eleanor said, panting “Oof, how aren’t you tired?”

           “You have the right to remain silent if you do say anything what you say can be used against you in a court of law you have the right to consult with a lawyer present during any  questioning if you cannot afford a lawyer one will be appointed for you if you so desire.” Jake let all the discourse out under one breath, making no pauses. He was pretty sure he had just beaten some kind of record with the speed the speech was declared.

           “Wow, that was impressive.” Eleanor said, in fact looking surprised with the speed of the detective’s speech.

           “I know, right?” Jake said with a little smile plastered on his face, being extremely proud of himself “Now, I’m gonna have to cuff you.” he finished being brought back to reality by his surroundings. After properly capturing the perp, Jake directed her back to the police car.

 --

             “So, is that our suspect?”

            “Rosa, I’d hardly call her a suspect, she basically admitted committing the crimes when I caught her.” Jake replied to his partner in this case.

            “Cool.” Rosa nodded at Jake with a smirk on her face “How’d you like to go about the interrogation?”

           “I’ll just try something straight forward, she seems like she’s gonna confess pretty soon.”

            Jake made his way to the interrogation room, sitting in front of a seemingly really annoyed Eleanor.

            “Look, dude, I have no time for this, can you please just let me go?”

            “You spend your free time stealing beers what is it so important that you can’t miss?” Jake asked in a high pitched voice, being irritated by the atmosphere Eleanor was creating

            “Number one: I did not admit anything!” She said articulating every word with exaggeration “Number two: I have a ‘Jonas Brothers’ show tonight. I can’t miss it, they’re too cute!”

            “Fair point.” Peralta said under his breath “But no, we can’t let you go because of a concert.” he continued.

            “Can’t I just go there and come back? I swear it’ll be really fast.” Eleanor pleaded, not really planning in returning to the precinct after the show.

            “I swear it’ll be really fast, title of your sex tape.” Jake muttered to himself, not being able to stop himself.

            “What?”

            “What?” Jake responded quickly, pretending he hadn’t said anything “Ma’am that will not be an option, you’ll have to stay here for further questioning.”

            “Did you say title of your sex tape?” Eleanor asked still a bit confused “Nice one, dude! You’re funny, detective.”

            Jake had already understood, form the moment Eleanor threw that snarky remark at him on the street, that the suspect had something special to her, maybe a good sense of humor, maybe just a pleasing aura. But at that exact moment, the woman had just given the cop what he loved most: validation. He couldn’t help but soften a little.

            After a question or two, the pair completely forgot about the crime and started having a pointless conversation, noting their similarities.

            “Right? Like, who doesn’t like Taylor Swift?” Jake exclaimed, not sure how they started talking about the pop star.

            Rosa was starting to get annoyed in the other room. It had been approximately 10 minutes since Jake and Eleanor had stopped talking about the case and were just talking about a list of attractive celebrities. The cop watching the conversation had doubted Jake’s sexuality since they were in the academy, but hearing him talk about the Hemsworth brothers with the suspect had basically confirmed to her the other cop’s bisexuality. Detective Diaz knew it was time to play a little ‘good cop, bad cop’ game.

           “Jake, there’s been a new lead. We need to discuss it immediately.” Rosa called for her partner from the other part of the questioning room.

           Jake hesitantly left the room. He was having a really good time talking to Eleanor and he didn’t want to ruin it by arresting her, it seemed a little too harsh of a way to start a friendship. But the cop knew he had to do the right thing, so he made his way to talk to Rosa.

           “Dude, what the fuck are you doing?” Rosa asked harshly as soon as the other detective stepped foot in the room. “You talking about Hollywood hotties won’t get us anywhere. I just wanna be done with this case already.”

           “Ok, I’m sorry” Jake said with a little tone of irony in his voice “I’ll go back and do some actual questioning.”

           “Uh, I don’t think so.” Rosa stopped Jake as he made his way to the door “You lost your questioning privileges as soon as the words ‘fat ass’ came out of your mouth. I’m doing the work now.”            Peralta tried to stop Rosa but she had already left the room. At that point Jake could do nothing but sigh as he watched his newly built friendship get destroyed by her partner in the case.

           “All right, here’s the thing: I know you’ve got something to do and I really don’t wanna be here” Rosa started talking as soon as she entered the room “so could you maybe just give us anything useful?”

           “Wow, I really liked the other dude better.”

           “Ok, listen; my partner might be a softy…” Rosa said through her teeth.

           “Hey! I can still listen to you.” Jake said through the microphone.

           “Shut up, Jake!” Rosa yelled, growing really frustrated.

           “Ok, go on.” Jake said in a high pitched voice, failing to hide the fear in it.

           “I know Peralta might be a softy, but i won’t go easy on you,” Rosa said almost in a whisper “so maybe if you just confessed it would be easier for both of us.”

           “Look, I don’t wanna be here either, but there’s nothing I can do.” Eleanor said “I didn’t do it!” she continued over-articulating her words again.

           “You were in the place of the last crime, you ran away when approached by the police and you fit the description: short blonde hair, blue eyes.” The detective was now losing her temper at the blonde woman.

           “Dude, that’s the vaguest description ever. It could be Owen Wilson, have you considered him?” Eleanor said getting really mad “Of course i ran away when I was approached by the police, it’s reflex.” 

           “What kind of reflex is that?” Rosa asked, genuinely confused.

           “Oh, I’m sorry, like I’m the only one who runs when someone thinks they committed a crime.” Eleanor exclaimed, throwing her hands up to the air.

           “I mean, if you didn’t do anything there’s no reason to run.” Rosa answered, finally returning to herself.

           There was a moment of silence in the room; Eleanor seemed to be reasoning something to herself. Rosa sighed, she was done with that case; it was a dumb crime and there was no reason to make such a big deal about it. Most of the beverages stolen were worth less than $10, summing up all the thefts, there was an estimated amount of $200 in products. The penalty would probably be a $500 fine.

           “Rosa, could you come here real quick?” Jake called the detective from the other side of the room.

           “What?” Rosa asked dryly when she entered the ambient.

           “Looks like Jennings just brought in our guy.”

           “What is that supposed to mean?”

           “Somebody else confessed to the crime, she’s innocent.”

           Rosa looked through the glass, looking at Eleanor in shock. She was telling the true, the girl just had some real troubles with making good decisions when it came to her actions.

           “You bonded with her, go tell her she’s free.” Rosa said to Jake, too embarrassed to confess she felt a little bad for being harsh with an innocent woman

 --

             “And that’s one more point for the uniformed crew.”

           “In my defense, Ames” Jake said stubbornly to his wife “I knew she was innocent, Rosa’s the one who kept trying to get a confession out of her.”

           The couple was back at their apartment, after what had been a long day at work for both of them. They had already changed into their pyjamas and were sitting in their bed, discussing their day. Since they somehow managed to turn everything into a competition, Amy kept a scoreboard in her bedside table with the number of arrests her crew had made versus the detectives of the 99.

           “Say what you want, the point is still ours.” Amy said reaching for the scoreboard, not opened to making an exception to their rule by not marking that arrest.

           Jake rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically, faking annoyance. The truth is: he loved how Amy was proud of every single arrest her team made; it made him feel proud of her as well.

           It didn’t matter which team would win or lose the bet on the year’s arrest. What truly mattered was that they were all a family; and, by the end of the day, they all had each other.

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house key (chidi x eleanor)

10th and final installment in my songfic series!

Summary (based on the song house key by scott helman): eleanor and chidi make plans for their future together

Wc: 989

a/n: this takes place during the season finale of season 3 (pandemonium)!

Playlist (listen to while reading the fic!):

✾arms unfolding by dodie

✾northern downpour

✾tokyo by joan

✾good side by troye sivan

“Janet did a really good job at making these not-human-humans look human,” Chidi commented as he and Eleanor strolled along the neighborhood’s cozy cobblestone streets, glancing at the people they walked past.

“Janet seems to always have something up her sleeve. That girl is really something,” Eleanor remarked, tilting her head up to read a colorful sign attached to the front of an equally vibrant store. “Huh. Jen and Berry’s Ice Cream. I wonder what their ice cream tastes like.”

“Would you believe my guess that it would taste something like Ben and Jerry’s ice cream?” Chidi joked, lacing his fingers with Eleanor as they continued to walk side by side.

Eleanor gasped dramatically, covering her mouth with her free hand to further exaggerate her mock surprise. “What a surprising guess! I would’ve never thought that! How did I, a dirtbag from the stinky armpit of America called Arizona, manage to find a genius like you?”

“I guess the universe just works its wonders,” Chidi grinned, tightening his grip on Eleanor’s hand. The neighborhood was peaceful-other than the sounds of Janet making not-human-humans- and it seemed like everything was perfect. That was the word he had been looking for: perfect. Maybe Chidi wasn’t in the most ideal situation but right now, he had Eleanor and that was all he needed right now. All his life, Chidi had been searching for a purpose, a reason why humans existed and now he had accepted that he had to allow the universe to guide everything.

“Do you think the universe wants us to be together forever? I’m getting a feeling that universe seriously ships us together,” Eleanor commented, glancing up at the sky as if she was trying to find the universe’s face somewhere among the fluffy clouds suspended in the blue sky. She also wore a hopeful expression that brightened Chidi’s day. It was rare for Eleanor to be honest about such important topics, like their future together, without an excessive amount of humor. She seemed to never want to commit fully to anything (“no strings attached” was one of her favorite catchphrases) so the fact that she was the one to bring the subject up warmed Chidi’s heart.

“Yes, I do think we’re meant to be, as cheesy as it sounds. I would be more than willing to spend forever with you. Besides, we are literally stuck here forever so we’ve got all the time in the world,” Chidi swung his interlocked hand forward and back, feeling like a little boy again. He had never felt as emotionally connected with anybody as he did with Eleanor and felt relieved that the feeling was mutual.

“We’ve got all the time in the world,” Eleanor echoed, her cheeks turning rosy with affection.

“Even if we lose and Shawn tortures us eternally in the darkest pits of the bad place, as long as I’m with you, I’m as happy as can be.”

“Are you sure about that? The stuff Shawn told Michael he’d do to us sounded pretty intense,” Chidi replied, guiding Eleanor to a small table in front of a cafe. They sat down across from each other, still holding hands.

“Even if we have to deal with Shawn’s weird torturing methods, I’m sure I’d survive as long as I’m with you,” Eleanor kissed Chidi on the lips and looked him in the eyes, smiling a wide, genuine smile. Chidi leaned in for another kiss but before he could kiss his girlfriend, he was interrupted by Tahani.

“Hello Chidi and Eleanor. I just- oh, are you two having a moment here? I’m sorry if I rudely interrupted you,” Tahani paused mid-sentence, a mild look of surprise crossing her face when she saw Chidi leaning in.

“Oh no. You’re fine. What were you saying?” Eleanor cleared her throat, turning to face Tahani, her smile shrinking. She still had her hand in Chidi’s and Chidi found it comforting.

“Michael wanted me to let you know that our new resident is coming in a bit,” Tahani informed rather sheepishly, fidgeting with the folds of her flowery dress. Eleanor nodded and replied “Okay I’ll be there in a bit. Give me a second.”

Tahani nodded, quickly leaving Chidi and Eleanor. Eleanor kissed Chidi on the lips and gave his hand a tight squeeze. As she pulled away, she said, “I’ll be back before you know it. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Chidi replied as she stood up and walked away. He sat in the chair for a solid second, staring after the love of his life, wondering how he got so lucky.

~

Whatever happened to forever? Just days ago, Eleanor and Chidi had been happily exploring the neighborhood together, speculating and daydreaming about their future together. Now, Chidi didn’t even recognize his own girlfriend. Technically, Eleanor wasn’t Chidi’s ex-girlfriend because he never officially broke up with her but since he didn’t know her now, she was an artifact from his past.

Eleanor barely got through the introduction with Chidi and tried hard to keep herself together as she gave a quick tour of the neighborhood, but now that she was truly alone, she allowed herself to think. She had learned to numb her feelings and promised to never fully fall in love, mainly because of what happened between her parents, and the one time that she thought she found the love of her life, the universe had to steal him from her hands.

As much as Eleanor wanted to believe that everything would end up okay, she was terrified that she was never going to be able to hold Chidi in her arms again and that she was going to be alone forever. But she remembered the hope the sparked between her and Chidi right before he forgot everything and held onto that small speck of something, hoping, waiting, and wishing for a way for him to find her again.

~ 

this was my first good place fic! i love love love this tv show but haven’t written any fics for it for some reason haha

check out the tag #sam’s songfic series for more fics in this series

[icehale]

the little things

find it here: ao3

wordcount: 970

summary: Chidi always noticed the little things. He knew his friends, and he knew that they made him better. He believed that there would be one day that they could just relax and not have to worry about anything that came their way.

They just had to get through one year.

[ghostmaggie]

we will grow old as friends

a chidi/eleanor fanfiction, written for @enragedbees for @tgpsecretsanta exchange! Happy holidays, and happy new year! I hope you enjoy!

Ships: Eleanor/Chidi

Rated: Teen and Up Audiences

Words: 2.3k

Summary: Eleanor has a soulmate. He isn’t her soulmate, of course. But it still seems like she should like him more than she likes, say, Chidi. Not that she likes Chidi. They’re just friends. Obviously.

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Excerpt:

Reboot # 673  

The entire concept of soulmates is weird.

Like, what are the odds that there’s one person in the entire freaking universe that’s—what? Destined to be your perfect match? To fill in all your missing pieces? To love you automatically? To stand by you no matter what? Eleanor finds that incredibly unlikely.  

Of course, she also finds it unlikely that she actually belongs in an afterlife literally called the Good Place. So maybe soulmates are an odd choice to nitpick, when her entire existence is a little bit incomprehensible.  

She’s been dead—gosh, it’s still weird to even think that, she’s dead—for a couple weeks before she really gets a chance to really think about soulmates.  Too busy hiding her dark past and discovering Jason’s identity and meeting Chidi and starting ethics lessons and getting caught by Tahani and—anyway, her “soulmate,” apparently, is a guy named Mark.

Mark is…well, he’s kind of everything Eleanor would have expected in her soulmate. If, you know, she was a thirteen year old girl who believed in sparkles and fairytales and liked cookies and puppies and the concept of the Disney Channel. Mark is tall, with thick, curly hair, bright eyes, and a quick, flirty smile. He was a doctor when he was alive, a pediatric surgeon, no less. A full on do-gooder who saved kids’ lives as a day job and volunteered to clean oceans and walk helpless puppies or something in his spare time. He died saving hundreds of people’s lives during some natural disaster, to top it off, and left all his money to charity. A little excessive, if you ask Eleanor, but still undeniably the Good Place’s most eligible bachelor.

“So why doesn’t it feel right?” Eleanor huffs, slumping low into a beanbag in Jason’s unfortunately named Budhole. He’s not really listening to her as far as she can tell, utterly focused on his football video game whatever.  

Tahani tisks, not entirely unkindly, but it’s kinda necessarily harsh when she says, “Well, darling, he’s likely not your soulmate. Just like Jason"—here her expression twists—"most certainly is not mine. You don’t belong here, so why would your soulmate be here?”

“Okay, fair,” Eleanor says. “Rude, but fair. Even so, though, he seems like he should be my soulmate. We like the same things, we have the same sense of humor, we’re compatible levels of attractive, and yet—nothing.”

“It’s probably because you’re in love with Chidi,” Jason offers nonchalantly, not even taking his eyes off the screen, leaning into some kind of move he’s making in the game.  

“What?”

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