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[amorchai]

𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐔𝐓.

this is a repost from my old blog. original post was 300 notes.

pairing(s): eddie munson x female!barista!reader

words: 1468

warnings/tags: barista!au, eddie being shy.

eddie liked to think he was a romantic. he enjoyed rom-coms more-so than crime or drama, and as much as he loved horror. he liked the thought of being in love and caring for a person, everything being irretrievably about them. buying someone flowers, kissing their cheeks, and playing the guitar for them.

however, he had never been in a relationship. so, why was it the second the opportunity to be provided with the things he’s yearned for that he’s being such a coward? eddie’s foot taps against the gravel outside the small café nervously while he waited to enter.

he leant against the wall, head low while his eyes scan the little notebook in one hand, the other hand’s thumb picking the nail polish off his pointer finger as he reads frantically and nervously. eddie came here every. single. day. yet he was too nervous to step inside.

step 1 – start light. ask her how she is. step 2 – react to what she has to say, show you’re listening!!!   step 3 – tell her she looks pretty. step 4 – ask her if she’s busy later tonight. step 5 – ask her if she likes italian food. step 6 – if 4&5 are yes’ then make it clear IT’S A DATE.

there is an array of scribbles and differed handwriting across the small page, robin and steve previously fighting over the pen as they gave eddie pointers during the quiet day at family video. robin assuring she’s a girl and knows, steve disagreeing and saying he’s a pro at this kind of thing.

eddie had talked about the barista he was quickly falling for, one day rushing in for a coffee before hellfire club only to meet the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. since then you had seen him in every day, ready for a coffee and sometimes to sit and spend his days tucked by his notepad.

with a smidgen of hope you’d feel the same way, eddie inhales deeply in preparation before stepping into the quiet café. too early to have a lot of people, which was great, because it meant there was no queue holding him back from talking to you.

a smile creeped upon your face from the moment you saw him, glancing at his pad once more before stuffing it back in his back pocket. his eyes lock with yours and a goofy grin reaches the metal-heads lips, and you feel yourself swooning from behind the counter.

“hi eddie,” you’re so sweet, talking so delicately and calmly that eddie wants to reach over and kiss your precious cheeks right then and there. but he sticks to the list, wanting to be a gentleman and take his time.

step 1 – start light. ask her how she is.

eddie’s usually quite confident, flirty with you. leaving you with a wink and unfortunately nothing farther. so, you immediately notice the turn in attitude. his lip twitches while he smiles and eyebrows are furrowing, eyes blinking rapidly.

“morning, it’s- yeah,” he begins, cursing to himself as he purses his lips and watches as your eyebrows raise in interest, you’re confused by how uncertain he seems. eddie continues before you can question him, “uh- how are you doing, how are you?”

you giggle at eddie’s rambled tone, light and airy and eddie feels himself relax that little bit more hearing it, if only it wasn’t over how much of a fool he sounded. “i’m better now that you’re here, quiet morning.”

eddie nods, the flirty message flying right over his head as he tries to think back to the notes.

step 2 – react to what she has to say, show you’re listening.

“looks quiet too, i can imagine the boredom.”

you nod this time. fingers fidgeting with the till register while looking up at eddie from across the counter, “well my favourite customer has come in so i think that’s the cue for my boredom to leave.” eddie blushes, physically blushes at this, cheeks quickly turning a light shade of pink from your words and tries to play it off.

“wonder who that might be.” you both laugh, eddie’s nerves slowly leaving him part by part as he thinks he can do this. maybe he can ask you out after all, it seems to be going so well.

step 3 – tell her she looks pretty.

god, you did look pretty. so so pretty. cute apron over your autumn-coloured clothes while your eyes sparkled in the morning glow, skin radiating and lips kissable. if you were together, eddie would make sure to tell you every day just how gorgeous you really were, he knows he would.

before eddie can muster up something else to say, you’re talking, “what can i get for you today, eddie?” you would be able to make eddie a drink every day without question if it weren’t for his change in personalities.

one day it’s plain black coffee, no milks or sugars added, pure black coffee. or it was the most sickeningly sweet hot chocolate, syrups galore with sugar and almond milk to top it off, a ‘heart attack in a mug’ you always said to him. no in between order to suffice, eddie was one or the other.

“hot chocolate, please.” it was one of those days. when he ordered that he was happy or energized, not needing a wakeup call and wanting to indulge his sweet tooth. you know how he liked his hot chocolate order; he didn’t need to add that part.

“to-go or to-stay?” you ask, eyes hopeful as your hands hover the takeaway cups and mugs to the side and eddie drags his eyes away from your pretty mouth and towards your eyes, feeling he’s been caught, “to-stay, sitting in today.”

“working on more of your music?” you ask him, and eddie lets out a little nod with his lips pursed yet again. you can tell he’s thinking of something else and you’re proved right when he suddenly splutters, “you look really pretty.”

you freeze your movements with a shocked smile, “thank you.” eddie continues before you can say much more, “seriously, really, really pretty.” eddie’s eyes scan over your frame once again and you try to not show how much his words affect your beating heart.

“are you flirting with me, munson?” you tease him, laughing as he scrunches his face, shaking his head as if to escape all his thoughts while leaning forward, hands on the counter. you tightly hold the mug for his drink between both your hands, smile dropping as you look up at him expectantly, “i’m just going to rush through this because i’m so fucking nervous, okay?”

“okay?”

step 4 – ask her if she’s busy later tonight.

“when do you get off?” eddie asks, tone abrupt compared to the nervous tone moments ago, almost slightly desperate and you’re lucky the café’s quiet and therefore no onlooking eyes to your flustered expression.

you stutter this time, briefly while you reply, “i-uh i close tonight, finish at seven.” eddie grins, wide and happy before he asks, “are you busy after?”

your eyes widen knowingly, “no, no i’m not doing anything tonight, no.”

step 5 – ask her if she likes italian food.

“do you like italian food?” eddie asks and it’s as if everything falls into place. eddie munson is asking you out. finally. after the months of you hinting that you like him without the courage to ask him out yourself. he was looking at you with so much hope, scared that you may say you don’t want to go out with him to eat italian food.

he must be an idiot if he thinks you don’t like him back.

“i love pasta.” you’re so quiet with your response, almost a whisper. but more than enough for eddie to hear and he’s positively beaming from ear to ear as he builds up to his final question.

step 6 – if 4 is no and 5 is yes then make it clear IT’S A DATE.

“perfect. i’ll be here at seven to take you to dinner, it’s a date,” eddie drums his hands against the counter when he leans back and you can only nod dumbfoundedly from the switch of him being precious and nervous to asking you out on a date.

“i’ll uh- i’ll bring your drink out to you once it’s done.”

eddie chuckles at the fact that’s all you respond with, squeaked tone endearing as he winks at you. “i’ll be over there, writing you a song,” eddie nods over to the side, pulling the pad and pen out his back pocket and chuckles once more when you react to his flirtatious manner with a small, “oh my god.”

he finally got that date with the cute barista; he just hoped the hours would go by quickly until it reached seven.

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[amorchai]

god forbid a girl is bisexual and fucking insane

[amorchai]

Idk why, but a man always wanting you on his lap is so hot.

[amorchai]

me giggling and kicking my feet because i'm watching a long vlog/haul from @dixonsfawn you all do not understand how pretty and sweet she is. this will be turning into a vee fangirl blog at this point i just love her sm <33

[amorchai]

what characters do you write for again? I don't want to send an ask and request someone you don't want to write for teehee

check out my character guide, my angel!

[amorchai]

𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏.

pairing(s): glenn rhee x female!reader

words: 804

warnings/tags: established relationship, female!reader.

it had been three days and counting, glenn watching as each turn of daylight grows into night. spent by the side of his chosen family but missing one person in particular. alexandria needed more food and water, there was enough of a supply to keep them going but they were aware they needed to be more comfortable.

he was alongside rick, michonne, and daryl, which left you at home. he knew you could survive, and the others of the community were more than capable, but the people he trusted the most to keep you safe were on this run with him and it only made him yearn to be beside you even more. to know you’re out of harm’s way.

while the hunt was for food and more so water, they were able to gather medical supplies and a few more worthwhile weapons. michonne shook her head with a small smile the moment she left the lonely pharmacy, daryl and rick behind her. they watched as glenn stood outside, the sunset long gone as the darkness started to grow, walkie talkie in hand.

“y/n? are you there?” he asks for the fifth time, desperate and anxious yet there was no answer. they were almost home, only a few miles back from their journey so he believed he should be well within range.

michonne pats his shoulder as they walk past, glenn dropping the device back into his pocket begrudgingly, “you’ll be seeing her soon.” he nods hopefully, following their footsteps when rick responds, “i’d say if we keep up with pace we should be back in just under an hour.”

even though glenn’s eyes stun in tiredness, legs aching from no rest, he walked as fast as his feet allowed. the idea of you being so near yet so far. and he almost starts to run when the familiar walls appear in their vision. “glenn,” rick warns, urging them to stick together in the depth of the night.

once the gates open for them, glenn pushes his bags off his shoulders, leaving them on the gravel while starting, “i’ll be right back.” rick just chuckles, nodding as they all allow him to continue, knowing there wouldn’t be an opportunity to stop him.

he breaks out in a run as he moves towards the lowly lit house, a warm glow settling his stomach as well as the wallpaper when he enters. however, it’s silent, the only thing that can be heard is glenn’s footsteps trudging up the steps to your shared bedroom.

there you lay, heavy breaths making your chest rise and fall. usually unable to sleep while glenn is gone, he detects you probably passed out for well-deserved sleep after awaiting his return.

glenn shouldn’t wake you, just glad you are resting, but when they were only meant to be away for one day he knew you would have been worrying. so, he sits on your side of the bed, gentle hand reaching up to caress your cheek.

you stir after a few more movements, the warmth of his thumb on your undereye making your lashes flicker as you open them to the dark room. eyes immediately settle on glenn’s watching gaze and it’s an instant wake up call.

“glenn?” your tired voice asks, hands reaching for his buttoned shirt with a tug as you pull yourself up to a sitting position, “hi, honey.” there’s a sigh of relief and build-up of tears as you immediately shuffle into a hug he is more than happy to welcome.

your hands grasp the back of his shirt, clinging onto him while one of his hands cups your shoulder, the other keeping your head tugged into his neck. “told you i would be back, didn’t i?” glenn teases kindly, kisses repeated against your temple.

“after one day,” you note, pulling back so you could get a proper look at him within the dark space only alit with the moon cascading in the window. there’s blood on his chin and jaw, no signs of scratching or bites, light goatee darker but face never more beautiful.

“i know, we were held back by a herd, had to camp out in a store.” his smile is sweet, gazing along your features alongside his thumb, “want to talk about it?” you ask but he shakes his head before pecking your lips.

glenn murmurs against your lips, “tomorrow. i promise.”

you nod once he pulls back to press more kisses against your cheek, glenn missing the feel of your skin beneath his lips. “were you okay?” he asks once he finds it in himself to pull back for a moment.

“missed you.” he nods at your reply, giving you one last smile and kiss before standing, “give me five minutes to take the stuff to the pantry, then i’m all yours, baby.”

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[amorchai]

whoever requested cole preston you can’t do this to meeeeeee 😞

[amorchai]

can anyone tell me when a good time is to post? when do people come on this app to read?

[amorchai]

Great to see that you're back!! You were missed!! You're such a talented writer <3 also loved the chandler writing as well !!!

stop it right now :(( that's too sweet of you i appreciate it! i'm glad you liked the chandler work <3 it's so good to be back

[amorchai]

omg i've been loving squid game 2 recently, what r ur thoughts about it???!!!!

blair! apologies for the late response, also, i am a fraud.

with placement i didn't get the chance to finish squid game, i'm only up to the first game. so i need to catch up!

however, so far, it's very different with not just having the games immediately in place. i love how jun-ho has another season of just wandering around basically doing nothing but looking beautiful.

the characters look to be very good this season too!

[amorchai]

omg new theme!!! its so cute loll

omg i went off for so long i just saw this athena! my apologies :(( that theme was definitely one of my faves <33

[amorchai]

𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏.

this is a repost from my old blog. original post was 8,476 notes.

pairing(s): tangerine x female!reader

words: 1106

warnings/tags: established relationship, female!reader, cussing, slang, mention of a gun.

the search for his keys grow more frustrating and unnecessarily difficult with his own brother chirping in his ear beside him. the loud noise of the keyrings clanking against each other and lemon complaining about the blood on his new tie, tangerine curses the number of keyrings you insist to have, swallowing the key from his grasp.

“will you shut the fuck up? for one minute, man? can’t think straight with your yapping blasting my fucking eardrum!” lemon’s sentence falls short when tangerine snaps, waving his hand dismissively to his brother from behind him.

“i hope you don’t act like that in front of your girl, no?” lemon replies lowly, tangerine tutting as he dwells in the quieter nature. his fingers fumble and finally touch the key to unlock his front door, seconds away from seeing the one person he’s missed the most.

tangerine doesn’t respond to his sentence, sending his brother a look as they enter the opening of his house. kicking off his shoes and nudging off his jacket, tangerine looks to lemon, “you’re lucky i’m letting you sleep here tonight, keep it up and i’ll give you a nice blanket for our fucking doorstep, yeah?”

lemon swings his jacket off his shoulders, clumsily placing it upon the rack which tilts and hits the wall. he cringes, slowly moving it back into place before turning back to his brother who gives him the silent stare.

an ‘are you fucking serious?’ type look which is carried on with his thick accent through, “nah, it’s fine. it’s only three in the fucking morning! course she won’t be asleep, so carry on, bastard.” tangerine’s sarcasm is hinted through his whispered shout, face scrunches with closed fists tightening by his side.

“well if that didn’t wake y/n, your shouting outta do it, brother.” tangerine inhales deeply, trying to control himself before calmly replying with a small, “just get through here, will ya?”. lemon follows tangerine through to the living-room.

the entire house is in darkness except from the low stream of the television, emitting a cold and blue-hued light across the large living-room. “what’s this doing on, eh?” tangerine mutters to himself, a random episode of friends played on the channel which he doesn’t hesitate to click off.

the room turns to pitch black after the television clicks off, the lonely stream of moonlight catching the floorboards through the tiny cracks of the semi-closed blinds. the large window covered. instead, tangerine walks towards the end of the sofa where a lamp lays on the table beside.

he jumps out his skin with a low ‘fuck me! jesus christ!’ when his eyes land on a figure atop the couch. however, tangerine’s expression quickly changes into a softer nature, hand which held his chest in fright drops once he notices who it is.

lemon, who stands behind the sofa, moves his hand away from the gun hiding in his holster from the sudden fright and watches as tangerine places a small smile on his face and walks towards the other end of the sofa.

you lay under a stream of blankets, head atop the array of cushions to make you look cosier than ever. your mouth agape and fingers weakly hold the top hem of the blanket while you sleep, failing from staying up for your boyfriend’s return.

“scared the fuck outta me, love, hm?” tangerine whispers sweetly as he kneels down in front of your figure, a hand reaching up to soothe over your cheek which feels softer and warmer than normal. he can’t help but indulge in the feeling of you back in arm’s length, weeks on a life-threatening job feeling significantly longer as he thought he may never see your face again.

you looked safe and sound, simply well-rested and content which made tangerine’s heart swell at the idea of how easily you trust your man, knowing he would be home and that you won’t ever be in harm’s way. and he would die making sure of that.

“hate to interrupt the reunion, but she’s in my bed for the night.”

normally, tangerine would sigh, normally he would roll his eyes, yell and even swear within every sentence. but the mere feeling of your cheek so soft and the gentle hit of your breath against his wrist, tangerine grin widens while he moves to stand.

“shut the fuck up, will ya?” his sentence sounding annoyed but tangerine far from it while his eyes don’t move from your face, bending forward to move the blankets from you and lift you up and into his large arms.

you squirm at the cold english weather hitting your pyjama-covered state, lulling you out your deep sleep while feeling the warm frame of tangerine’s chest against your arm. “shh, go to sleep, love. i’m home, we’re going to bed,” tangerine starts before you even have a chance to open your eyes.

stopping at the bottom of the steps, he looks to his brother, “bed all set… sweet dreams, darling.” lemon grunts and shakes his head at his brother’s usual sarcasm behind his happy tone, looking down to the warm couch while tangerine guides you both up the stairs.

you grin widely through your tired eyes when you see your boyfriend back in front of you, always scared you might have to hear he won’t come back from his next job. tangerine looks back down to you when you cup his face, saying his name with the happiest smile you could muster in the extra early hours of the morning.

“up for a cuddle in bed, my love?” he flinches when your thumb accidentally pokes his moustache, your thumb gently soothing over it as an apology when you reply, “i always am.” tangerine shakes his head to himself at the sight of you back in front of him, back in his arms and ready to be right up until the next job.

he doesn’t understand his luck. how did a sad little man, intolerant and angry who kills for a living able to find such a kind-heated soul ready to love him in ways he never knew he wanted until you came along. but you saw him for who he was, irretrievably loyal and loving in his own ways.

“i fuckin’ love you, do y’know that?” tangerine asks, stopping at the end of your shared bed as he awaits your answer. you kiss the corner of his mouth, so soft and light but enough to make his head dizzy and knees weak while he chases your lips for a proper kiss in return.

“good thing that i love you then. more than anyone.”

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so, i'm wanting to develop a little poll on names i'm thinking of referring my lovely followers as instead of 'everyone' since it feels dull in my eyes.

please choose which one you think is best :3

[amorchai]

𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄.

pairing(s): chandler bing x female!reader

summary: you and chandler's friends are adamant to get you together, both of you unaware of the other's feelings.

words: 1955

warnings/tags: friends to lovers, bit of hidden ross hate, insecurities.

author's note: this was requested through my requesting form!

“she’s in love with her best friend,” the statement breaks the rare quietness of the table where you sat with a book on your lap, ross with a newspaper, joey staring off into the distance after being shushed multiple times by either of you.

the couch dips beside you, an arm brushing your shoulders as chandler gets comfortable, his arm on the back of where you sat. his cologne is strong, new shirt sporting his frame as he groans, his date clearly hadn’t went well.

your bookmark finds purchase where you last read, ross folding the newspaper and chucking it onto the coffee table where chandlers scuffed shoe-covered feet rest. “who does?” joey asks furrowing his eyebrows from the armchair.

chandler gestures, confuddled features glancing between you and ross with furrowed eyebrows before sarcastically responding, “y/n is. who do you think? the girl i went out with!”

joey glances at you, embarrassed with a small realised ‘ah’ while ross sips his latte to hide his knowing expression. you clear your throat awkwardly, the lump in your throat stuck from the statement, palms turning sweaty.

because you were in love with your best friend, the very one whose fingers are currently instinctively brushing along your cardigan-clad shoulder, the one who is constantly in a phase of going on dates with girls before coming back to complain about them to you.

each date making your self-esteem and smidgen of hope smaller and smaller. naming flaws of each girl like he’s hunting for something to be wrong, and while he doesn’t even love you back, if you were to date how did you know it would be different?

he didn’t go out with friends but he doesn’t like commitment all the same. 

“what makes you say that?” ross finally asks after a beat of silence. “all she talked about was him. rick this, rick that. get this, she said they’re planning on renting a place together soon and they have a pact that if they’re fifty and not married they’ll marry each other.”

when it’s silent apart from chandler’s self-deprecating laughter, he gestures to the three of you, “like how ridiculous does that sound? i went on a date with a girl married off in a few decades.”

very loosely you reply with a small laugh you hope chandler doesn’t notice is taking effort to muster up, ross and joey overturning it with their own remarks while he stands, hair messy as he runs a hand through it, “anyone want anything?” he points at the empty mugs before looking at you specifically, “another tea?”

you nod while the others reply with a ‘no.’ you open your book back up, smiling at him appreciatively when he walks past your legs, hand squeezing your shoulder on his journey to the counter.

“oh-!” your book falls back to your lap as you turn on your spot to face him but chandler already is aware, not looking back as the waitress begins to serve him, “yeah, that berry herbal stuff, i know.”

with a heated smile you turn back into your spot, back melting into the couch as you try to stop smiling, but failing miserably. you re-read the first line several times before looking up to see joey and ross both watching you silently.

“what?”

“nothing,” joey replies, standing from his spot to steal chandler’s spot, head boredly shoved atop your shoulder to read along with you, only lasting ten seconds before huffing in defeat.

when chandler returns, he settles your new mug next to your previous one, nodding when you thank him before conversing with ross and settling on joey’s old space and you feel stupidly jealous at him not being close to you anymore.

you can feel joey’s chin move when he shakes his head at you and this time you decide to ignore it, taking one last glance at chandler before turning back to your book.

it was only hours later, rachel begging the boys to stay away from their apartment while the girls had a well-awaited girls night. it took six minutes into making cookie dough for monica to bring up, “so… chandler’s date didn’t go well?”

you look up from the cup of chocolate chips, aimlessly handing them to phoebe to pour into the bowl of cookie contortion, “huh? oh- yeah, he said.”

“do you guys ever wonder why chandler never enjoys these dates he keeps going on?” she adds, you know by her tone and topic of where she was headed, a daily battle you had with the girls so you shoot her a small look when rachel responds, “because he’s scared of commitment?”

“because he’s actually gay?” phoebe adds, chocolate flying from the bowl as she inelegantly stirs the cookie mixture once again. with a snort you reply, “you keep wondering about this monica, bring it up once more we might start thinking you love chandler.”

rachel grins, “oh, but how would that work since you already fill that position, y/n?” you shake your head, wiping your hands down the borrowed apron before making your way to the kettle to make more tea.

“you need to do something about it, y/n.”

you sigh, looking out the small window above the counter, “then why does chandler keep going on these dates?” you ask, it had been a thought constantly running through your own head you don’t bare discussing with your best friends.

when you’re met with silence you turn, the girls looking between one another, monica saying through laughter as if it’s the most obvious thing, “because it’s clear he loves you!”

it’s your turn to laugh, shaking your head as you gather the old mugs to refill with more hot drinks to battle the cold weather, “now you’re being even more ridiculous.”

“it’s worth finding out,” you don’t believe those words, tipping water from the warmed kettle into each mug as you continue with your back to them, “really, pheebs? worth risking the friendship? all our friendships? because if i admit my feelings and he doesn’t reciprocate it then we all know chandler won’t be able to act normal. the whole group will split.”

“but joey said-” rachel slaps a hand over her mouth, cutting herself off with her other hand reaching for your shoulder when you place the mug in front of her, “said what?” she shakes her head, “joey said we couldn’t tell you!”

“so everyone knows something but me?”

rachel groans, looking to monica’s warning look before quickly rushing out to you, “chandler was planning on asking you out after new year’s but ross talked him out of it!”

your jaw drops while monica punches rachel’s arm, scolding her as she grabs the bowl off phoebe to add more vanilla, “you can’t keep your mouth shut, can you?”, “she had to know!”

“what-? how-? i don’t-” you’re speechless, unsure what to ask when there’s multiple questions spinning around your head, “just after your breakup with amir, chandler said he felt something between you when he came round to see you.”

you nod, still quiet and looking to the flour-covered table while your mind fuzzes, “yeah, i know.” phoebe interjects, “you felt it too?”, “i thought he was going to kiss me but i realised it was most likely a way to just make me feel better for a moment.”

“you need to tell him,”

but you didn’t, you chickened out, as monica kept saying. and hushed conversations between your five friends would cease the moment you arrived – an incline into what they were discussing or would shoot each other glances when chandler took his usual spot next to you.

only a couple of days later, your eyes gaze along the news article chandler has perched in his own lap, your side pressed against his front while everyone watches the trashy tv show joey’s meant to be an extra in, having a miraculous number of four seconds screen time.

you all greet him when he enters, watching as he snatches the packet of chips from ross’ hands and sits on the arm of the chair rachel sits on, “seen it yet?” he asks, handful of chips at the go. the group grunt in what only can be considered no.

joey hums, turning to where you sit, pressed against chandler as you both read from the same paper while chandler’s arm takes its usual spot behind where you’re sitting. “how was girls night? it looks like the plan worked, huh?” he trails off with a proud smile.

everyone turns from what they’re doing, you and chandler in confusion and ross, monica, rachel, and phoebe in alarm. “what plan?” both you and chandler ask in unison, while the girls chide joey for constantly using his words before his brain.

realisation settles in joey’s expression as he registers what he presumed was a couple-y act was just your usual manners with chandler, friends. you and chandler look at one another, clearly out of the loop before you repeat, “what plan?”

“don’t get mad?” monica starts, more of a question than statement from her timid tone. “what plan?” chandler says a third time, through gritted teeth. ross shakes his head, unamused as clearly he was against whatever the plan was from the beginning.

“we were trying to get you to talk about each of your feelings so you can realise you both belong together,” rachel explains, trying to make it sound better than what it was; friends secretly trying to force their friends to admit their valid withheld feelings in fear of an impending ruined friend group.

“girls night we tried to get y/n to say, to herself more than us, that she does love chandler so she realised.” phoebe adds and you feel a shift, chandler’s arm faltering behind you with a tensity and a gap growing between you both when you sit forward awkwardly.

“and did you get her to?” joey asks, “yes, but she was still wary,” is replied.

your mind is overwhelmed, your friends talking as if you’re not in the room not helping, plus you can feel chandler’s eyes on you as he speaks through a throat bob, “i-is that true?”. you look back at his confused expression and sigh before standing up to trail towards the front door in a cowardly exit but chandler’s up past the sofa and shutting the door you just had began to open.

“let me go, chandler.” you start but he’s standing in front of you, “wait, let’s talk about this we need to talk about this.”

“now you want to talk about it? you hate talking about these things, feelings! that’s why you go on dates and come home to bitch about the girls while probably leaving them with the hope of a phone call back!”

it was a low blow, but chandler had never talked feelings but all of a sudden he needed to force it out of you and you felt your throat closing and tears threatening to build between your eyes.

“fine, then let’s not talk about it!” chandler snaps back, but doesn’t move from his spot so you reply with a sharp, “are you not gonna let me leave-?” your words cut off when chandler kisses you instead.

it’s an impending rollercoaster of emotions, from the initial embarrassment, to anger to shock to enjoyment as your hands instinctively land on his jaw, all worries meshing into nothingness as you know he loves you back. you’re aware chandler wouldn’t say it easily but the proclamation of kissing you through the realisation of your friends plans was enough.

“alright, get a room.”

chandler pulls away from you, thumb brushing your hip while turning to joey’s position, “shut up, you caused this!”

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eddie is definitely the type of boyfriend to take a sharpie or marker and to just start doodling all over your arms and legs until there's an array of tiny pictures all over you. it's a mixture of things like smiley faces and hearts to skulls and snakes. but he's also the type of boyfriend to run you a shower and help you wash it all off at the end of the day ᡣ𐭩

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𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎.

this is a repost from my old blog. original post was 400 notes. formally known as a morning filled with kisses.

pairing(s): draco malfoy x reader

words: 410

warnings/tags: just draco fluff.

sunday mornings had to be the favourite part to draco’s week. tired after spending the saturday with you at hogsmeade, hands intertwined while feet walk along the pebbled streets, quiet conversations while gazing in the shop windows before cooped in the small café for a hot drink. never a doubt that quick kisses would be stolen in the corner while keeping each other company.

saturday nights returning to his dorm to cuddle underneath the duvet after a tired day spent together. the cold dungeon of the slytherin rooms lost beyond his warm bed and embrace.

waking up the next day, draco was always in his element, a small smile always adorning his face when he notes your arm draped across his torso, head tucked into his bare neck with small but deep breaths only making him pull you closer and closer.

the water of the black lake upon his window would have his eyes trace over the view before inevitably turning to adorn your features in an impatient attempt to let his love rest and hold back from waking you from slumber.

your mouth is open in as heavy breaths scan his skin, sleepy skin looking soft and traceable in the mornings but draco wasn’t sure if it was just because he was in love, but it invites his calloused fingers to run over your shoulder and bare arm anyway.

the tickling feeling awakes you slowly, squirming in his arm with a tired giggle, eyes still closed when draco’s lips adorn your shoulder and collarbone. the sleepy and dazed smile that covers your expression is one draco is able to match when you stretch your aching bones and press a quick kiss to his light stubbled jaw.

“good morning, my love,” draco says, arm tightening to pull you closer into his side – not willing to get up and back to the world just yet, enjoying the quiet and slow mornings together instead.

you hum in reply, your hand wandering to his clothed chest as you tuck into his body once again in hopes to fall back asleep before breakfast, pressing lazy kisses to his neck as draco sighs in contentment.

“have i ever told you how pretty you look?” draco asks as you nearly fall back asleep, a quick smile covering your lips, “every day.” your response allowing draco to close his eyes and rest his head atop of yours, willing himself to fall back asleep, “good, just making sure.”

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