#*chandler bing voice* shut up shut uP sHUT UP

[genderimpala]

update the obnoxious nt staying in my house just told me, a deaf auDHDer, that "we're all a little bit disabled☺️!"

SHUT THE FUCK UP

[saintescuderia]

ANTINAL // CS55

(a pancakes oneshot!)

AKA - carlos tries the local food in jeddah without you - and suffers as a result

series masterlist here :)

the pancakes recipe here :)

A/N: this was written as a coping mechanism for the fact that carlos is sick and might not make jeddah

“Please tell me what you were thinking.” 

You walked into the room to see the Spanish driver sat on the bed, rubbing his eyes from the nap you had just woken up him from. Good. You had seen his Instagram story and the bragging of the 50km bike ride around Jeddah. With the Ferrari contract coming to an end, Onoro was working overtime. Carlos’ schedule was now jam packed with all these PR moments, both official in having meetings and dinners, and unofficial and his Instagram was now becoming his CV. 

Case in point, let me show off my athleticism. 

“I wanted to go for a bike ride.” Carlos said simply. His ran a hand through his bed hair, wild from his nap, and then his eye adjusted to you. “Don’t dump your bag there.”

“Then don’t keep your shoes here.” You retorted as, of course, his shoes were right by the door. You two had often argued about it, him haphazardly taking them off as he walked into the hotel and you tripping over them and then nagging him about it as you kicked them to the side. As now, you nagged at him and kicked the white sneakers out of your path. 

However, in doing so, you stopped and bent down to pick up the shoes. You looked at him and then back at the shoe with the Nike swish. A surprised smile found its way on your face, distracting you from the issue at hand. 

“You went out in dunks?” 

“You bought them for me to wear.” He said as if it were obvious. “Girlfriend affect.” He waved a dismissive hand in the air and you couldn’t help but smile at how cute that was. For a second, the whole thing disarmed you and made your forget why you had rushed to the hotel room in a huff. 

Then Carlos reached for some pills on his bedside table and it all came rushing back. 

It wasn’t like you disagreed with all the extra stuff Onoro had his cousin do. Carlos needed to start working now if he wanted to find another seat for next year. You all agreed to it. What you didn’t agree to was Carlos taking stupid risks with his training and doing stuff like a 50km bike ride in Saudi Arabian weather without you. The heat stroke alone was enough to knock him out and prevent him from actually racing that weekend. 

Case in point, right now. 

“Alright kids I gotta get to work, if I don’t input those numbers… doesn’t make much of difference.”

You snorted, immediately tuning into the iconic voice of one Chandler Bing. You look to where the TV was playing one of the earlier season of FRIENDS, the cast looking especially younger. You looked back at Carlos and frowned, eyeing him suspiciously. 

“What? You always say I should watch it.” He said. 

It wasn’t that Carlos was watching FRIENDS. It was the fact that he was in bed watching FRIENDS. If there ever was someone more pedantic about sleep hygiene, it was him. If he had just woken up from a nap, it wasn’t planned. Suddenly, your worry about his wellbeing overtook your anger. 

“How are you feeling?” You asked as you came to sit on the edge of the bed he was still reclined in. You brought a hand to his forehead and noted his temperature. Nothing alarming. Though, he was shirtless and the AC was on. You also noted the green gel of aloe vera he had likely stolen from your own suitcase. At least he was taking care of himself. 

“Better now that you’re here.” He said and reached up to bring the hand that was feeling his forehead to bring it to his lips. He pressed a kiss to your fingers. You rolled your eyes but still couldn’t help but smile. 

“You’re not going to get out of this.”

“Out of what?”

“Carlos, I saw your story.” You said. 

“One second mi amor.” Carlos flipped the bed sheets back and then climbed out of bed. He rushed to the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind him. You stared at him confusedly as suddenly there was music playing from inside the bathroom. You were really at a loss with this one. Especially since you recognised the song and wondered since when your boyfriend willingly listened to Metro Boomin? 

Carlos was particular about his bathroom time and if he was playing music, you could only assume he wasn’t in there just to take a piss. Evidently he was going to be in there for a while and that meant you would have to occupy yourself until then. 

There was a coffee machine at the small kitchenette that was calling your name. You had woken up earlier than usual to help Oscar through some drills before the race weekend and the need for caffeine was all too real. As you popped the pod into the Nespresso machine, you realised the spread of half-eaten food Carlos had likely ordered - and dumped into the kitchen sink. 

You knew his diet well since you had been the one to essentially create it. It had been a painstaking process to carefully craft a regime that allowed Carlos to hit his protein goals - and indulge in his love for food. Because man, did Carlos love food. He had pretty much wept at the sight of you poached chicken breast all those many months ago. Since the relationship between the two of you had shifted on from the strictly business of a trainer-driver relationship to becoming a fully fledged romantic couple, Carlos had taken you out to countless restaurants. He had a list in his Notes app of all his favourite restaurants, bars and cafes all around the world and had decided to take you to every one come a Grand Prix weekend.  

You thought it was stupid since he needed to work but one could never be mad at those eyes. It was how he managed to get you to let him eat all that he did. 

So to see that Carlos Sainz, the Spanish foodie Carlos Sainz, had ordered a lunch of plain fruits and plain toast— you were immediately confused. Suspicious even. Carlos eating plain toast was… unfathomable. 

You made your coffee and opted to just wait until Carlos could explain his choice of breakfast. The way you saw it was that he was restricting himself with such low calorie foods in the hope of shedding weight and hopefully then bettering his race. 

The coffee had finished pouring and you huffed as you picked up the cup and went to sit on the bed. 

“I can’t stop smiling.”

“I can see that. It’s like you slept with a hanger in your mouth.”

Sitting on the bed, you blew on your coffee and tried to focus on Rachel and Monica on the TV - and not how Carlos was currently his own worse enemy. It was no use to tell him off now. Reyes had told you how the Junior was like the Senior in the toilet being a sacred space. You don’t bother Carlos on the toilet. 

You had done that once and it was the only time Carlos had ever snapped at you. 

Something buzzed in your pocket. It was likely Oscar asking about lunch and so you went to set the coffee on the bedside table to free up your hands and respond - when you saw it. 

You recognised the Ferrari water bottle with the personalised 55 decoration. 

You also recognised the Antinal box of pills that were half opened beside it. 

Oh. 

Suddenly all the puzzle pieces clicked into place. The plain foods, the lack of forewarning as he jumped to the toilet, the impromptu nap. Carlos wasn’t unfit for Jeddah because he was overworking himself, Carlos was unfit for Jeddah because he had diarrhoea.  

Looking down at the familiar bottle of pills, your only question now was how in the fuck Carlos knew to take it. Sure, Antinal would’ve been your go to if you were hit with gastro or food poisoning or whatever it was that was now plaguing your boyfriend. Your auntie used to have a hoarded stock of the medication in her cupboard above the microwave. You swore that the stuff was magic. It was better than any of the medication you had found in the US or UK. Though, how Carlos had managed to get hold of Egyptian diarrhoea medication was beyond you. 

You looked back at the white dunks by the door and remembered how while you had been training with your brother, your boyfriend had been doing some PR for Saudi Arabia and touring the local streets. 

The door finally opened and out came Carlos, patting his stomach. You said nothing as he came to sit on the bed beside you, not questioning how you took his side. He wordlessly climbed back under the covers and you felt all the anger, all the worry wash out of you. All you felt now was genuine fondness for the sick boy beside you. 

“You tried the local food without me.”

It was a statement but Carlos still curled up beside you and mumbled an affirmative “Yes.” to your side. Your arm came up to wrap around him and start playing with his hair. 

“How the fuck did you find Antinal?”

“I asked Oscar.” 

“Oh, habibi.” You couldn’t help but croon as you had to imagine Carlos going to your brother, someone he admittedly didn’t get along with all too well and asking for help because he had stomach problems. Still, you knew Oscar wouldn’t have said anything or made jokes. No matter his feelings towards Carlos, Oscar wasn't like that. Besides, you had taught the young driver enough.

For example, to always have gastro medication. No matter what. 

Carlos didn’t saying anything and you didn’t feel the need to add anything. Instead, you slowly got up from sitting on top of the covers and came to slide yourself underneath them. You brought your arm back around Carlos and resumed your comforting massage as he rested beside you, eyes closed. You, however, were sipping on your coffee, half your attention on the 90s sitcom currently playing - “I can’t believe you didn’t know it was a line!” - and the blue and grey text bubbles between you and the driver you considered your little brother.

Oscar was now asking if dinner was an option since lunch was evidently now forgone that Carlos was asleep next to you. 

“I’m sorry.” 

Or so you thought was asleep. You blinked, looking down at the boyfriend you thought had drifted off again. 

“For what?” You said, dropping your phone and sliding down to bring your face to his. You lightly traced his face and saw the way his frown between his brows eased, his lips lifted slightly. 

“Ricciardo made a joke about my contract in front of Lewis. It’s why I went out for that bike ride and posted about it.” He admitted. You bit back any of the words that immediately came to mind and how you wanted to rip into the stupidity of letting someone like Daniel Ricciardo getting to him. Sure, there was some clear bad blood but you really had hoped Carlos wouldn’t have let it get to him. Danny was just a scorned ex after all.

“If anything, I should be mad that you went to explore restaurants without me." You said lightly. "What happened to us having one couple date a weekend?”

Carlos’ eyes blinked open at that as his smile grew. You felt warmth inside you bloom seeing that beautiful, beautiful smile of his. Your phone buzzed again and you turned over to pick it up and read the message from Oscar. You snorted. 

“What?” Carlos asked. 

“Oscar says he hopes you feel better.” 

“That’s nice of him.” Carlos said, sitting up slightly to reach over you and go for his water bottle. This made you sit up also and now you both had your backs to the headboard, sitting up in the bed. 

“I think he just wants you to race so he can get payback for Spa last year.” You said. Oscar’s next text thread confirmed this and you chuckled and went to pick up your coffee to take a sip. Carlos shook his head and went back to lay his head on the pillow. 

“When does this kick in?”

“The antinal?” You asked, grinning as you still couldn’t believe Carlos Sainz was using your Middle Eastern auntie’s magical cure for anything stomach related. “Maybe an hour after taking it, depending on how bad it is.” Carlos frowned and closed his eyes, shifting a lot as he tried to get comfortable back in the bed. Your grin fell slightly and you brought your hand back to his hair. 

“Sleep it off, habibi.”

“What are you going to do?” 

“Watch FRIENDS.” You said with a shrug. 

“I was supposed to watch it.”

“Not my fault.” You sassed back. “I’ll rewatch it with you again later. You just work on fixing your stomach and I’ll read through race strategies and debrief you later in case you can race.” You paused and took a sip of your coffee. “I also need to convince Lando to come to dinner.”

“Why?”

“Since you and I haven’t had dinner and I was supposed to be with Oscar for lunch but I’m here with you.” You explained. "He's wanting dinner plans."

“He saw you all of yesterday and this morning.” 

Carlos' complaints made you smile. “We’ll go out us four. You two can bond again.”

He only huffed. “When have we ever bonded?”

“When you got over yourself and asked him for antinal because you wouldn’t stop shitting?”

Carlos’ response was to reach his hand up and flick you on the nose. 

[imaginetheonewith]

The one where Chandler & Y/N end up having a fake baby

Pairing: Chandler Bing x f!reader

Warnings: reader is a little bit of a bi*ch in the beginning, but other than that no <3

Author's note: loosely based on “The One With The East German Laundry Detergent” (only in the beginning); also I know I have been a little bit inactive here, but requests are open.

"So, Saturday night, the big night, date night, Saturday night, Sat-ur-day night!"

Chandler's excited voice sounded behind you, before he jumped next to the sofa, almost tripping while doing his little dance. You, Phoebe, Ross, Joey and Monica looked at him from your place around the sofa, before exchanging a knowing look between yourselves. As always, the weekend got Chandler way too excited to not do anything and spend his entire day hanging out at the coffee house, before he gets home so he can watch "Baywatch".

"No plans, huh?", Joey asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Not a one", Bing sighed, taking a seat at the empty chair next to the bar. A sudden thought entered your mind and you bit your lip, trying to suppress your smirk.

"Not even, say, breaking up with Janice?", you asked innocently, before bringing the cup of already cold cappuccino to your lips. He gave you annoyed look and you bashed your lashes at him, trying to ignore Ross' snickering next you.

"Oh right... right...", the brunette man murmured under his breath, his finger moving up and down, as if he was mentally calculating the priority of the said task in his imaginary "to-do list". Suddenly his eyes widened, before he jumped on his chair and extended his arms towards you.

"Shut up" he almost yelled through a wide smile, before slumping back to his original position with a scowl on his face.

It was not a secret that while they have been dating for months, Chandler and Janice's relationship was questionable... to everyone. What was supposed to be a one night stand ended in a rapidly progressing relationship, in which Chandler has been trying to break things off almost every week, so far unsuccessfully (apart from that one weekend a few months ago). While all of his friends were showing sympathy at the beginning, you couldn't help but feel bad for Janice too. Sure, she was loud and annoying, and overly excited about everything, but she was also clearly in love with your best friend.

"Chandler, nobody likes breaking up with someone", Monica tried to reason, putting her coffee down on the table, "You just gotta do it."

The man rolled his eyes, before opening and closing his mouth a few times, trying to find the best words to describe his reasons for trying to avoid meeting with Janice today.

"No, I know, but it's just so hard, you know? I mean, you're sitting there with her, she has no idea what's happening, and then you finally get up the courage to do it, and there's the horrible awkward moment when you've handed her the note."

You almost spit your coffee at his last words, and you had to get a few back rubs from Joey in order to be able to get a gulp of fresh air. Crossing your arms in front of your chest, you eyed Chandler with suspicion.

"I can't believe you!", you exclaimed, lifting your hands in front of your face, "Are you not feeling at least a little bit bad for her? You've been stringing her along for months. She deserves to know the truth."

"Stringing her along?", he bit back, looking at you in disbelief, "She has been holding me hostage for months. There is a slight difference there, Y/N."

You opened your mouth to reply but the words stopped in your mouth once you felt Ross's warm hand on yours. He shook his head in a "no" motion, silently telling you that no matter what you say, you won't be able to reason with your friend.

From all of the people in the group, you knew Ross and Chandler the longest. Ross was one of your best friends during college and Chandler was... well, Chandler. He was a good and funny guy, yet your friendship never really evolved in anything past the stage of acquaintances. While you spend time together with everyone else, you never hang out alone and you if by any chance you meet on the street or in the coffee house, you have nothing more than a short casual chat about the weather or today's news.

It was not that you did not like Chandler. He was kind, good-looking, smart and with an amazing sense of humor. You even had a crush on him for a whole year after you met him, despite his weirdly styled hair. However, his commitment issues and inability to stay serious in any type of situation quickly made you realize that there is zero chance for something to happen between you and you are better off as just friends. Chandler has also never really showed any interest in you, other than jokingly flirting with you every now and then, but he did that with everyone so you never read into it too much.

Sensing the awkward silence, Joey was the first to break it by giving his typical advice.

"Why do you have to break up with her?", he raised his shoulders and looked between all of you, as if searching for your support, "Be a man, just stop calling."

You, Phoebe and Monica let out a groan in unison, rolling your eyes at him. While comments like this did stop bothering you a long time ago, you were feeling obliged to show your dissatisfaction at some of his relationship opinions.

Chandler looked at him for a few seconds, his mind deep in thought, but then shook his head, before looking at the rest of the group for help.

"Oh, I know, I know!", Phoebe jumped up and down of the sofa, while clapping her hands, "Y/N can join you."

Your eyes widened and you turned towards her, ready to protest, but were interrupted by Chandler, who looked more annoyed than shocked.

"Oh, thanks, but I think she'd feel like we're gangin' up on her."

"Plus", you added, "I wouldn't want to risk ending up in a poly relationship. I mean Janice is fine, but Chandler..."

"Hey!", he pointed at you, "I am a great lover."

"And almost 6 years of friendship, we are still waiting for a reliable source to testify to that statement", you looked towards the ceiling, while tapping your index finger on your chin, "Oh wait... there is none."

The moment you said these words, you felt the feeling of regret washing over you. The comment sounded way funnier in your head, but it came out way harsher than you intended it to be. And judging by the look on Chandler's face, he also didn't find any humor in it.

"Chandler, I..."

"No, no, you're right."

With these words, he stood up and headed towards the door, before slamming it behind him. You felt of the group's eyes on you and for the first time in your life, you wished there will be a sudden earthquake which will open the deepest crack in the floor, where you can spend your remaining days drowning in guilt and misery.

"Wow", Ross muttered, sneakily looking towards Monica, who silently mouthed "I know" at him.

"I don't know why I said that...", you buried your head in your hands and exhaled deeply, "Can this day get any worse than that? I am so sorry guys." The friends looked at each other and soon they all sat around you on the sofa, embracing your slumped body in their arms. You stayed like that for a few minutes, before you murmured you had to get home. It seems your Saturday was already doomed.

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No matter how hard you tried to take your mind off Chandler, he was the only thing you could think about. The harshness of your words kept ringing inside your head, filling you with guilt.

Why did you even said that? It seems the words escaped your lips, before you even had the chance to think them over. And the worst part was you had no idea how you can make things right. Would he ever speak to you again? Would he even give you the chance to listen to you?

Frustrated with all the questions in your head, you turned off the TV and quickly grabbed your bag and coat. You needed to get out of your apartment and get somewhere where you could have some time to think. Maybe even speak to someone... and what better place to do this than "Central Perk"?

10 minutes later and a hot cup of pumpkin latte, you quickly regretted your decision once Chandler barged through the door. In a minute of panic you quickly ducked at the front of the sofa, hoping that he has not seen you.

"Y/N?"

You cursed under your breath, before lifting your head. Chandler was sitting on the edge of the sofa, looking at you with a slight smirk on his lips.

"Chandler!", you sat on your knees, while brushing your hair on the side, "I did not see you there."

"Strange", he smiled sarcastically, cocking his head to the side, "I wonder if it has something to do with the fact that your head was buried into the carpet."

You let out an awkward chuckle, lifting yourself onto the couch. You licked your lips, trying to gather at least one reasonable excuse for the position he found you in.

"Ha-ha, you see....", you paused, letting out another chuckle, "I was actually... checking for bugs."

"Bugs?", Chandler raised his eyebrows.

"Yes!", you exclaimed, almost too excitedly, "You see I thought something bit me earlier, so I decided to investigate what it was."

The man looked at you for a minute, carefully studying your face in silence. You met his gaze, but soon felt a drop of sweat slowly sliding down your forehead. The intensity of his stare made you shift uncomfortably in your place and you let another awkward chuckle, gathering the courage to speak about what happened earlier.

"Look, Chandler..."

He lifted his palm towards you, stopping your sentence:

"Look, I am not mad. You are right, I do not have great record with women and I know that it is because of me that most of my relationships don't work."

You closed your eyes, letting out a small sign. Without much hesitation, you reached towards one of his hands, wrapping your fingers around it.

"You are an amazing, amazing man, Chandler Bing", you opened your eyelids again, only to find him already staring at you. The sudden eye contact caused a warm feeling to wash over your whole body and you bit your lips in order to stop any inappropriate thought slipping out.

"You are smart, funny, kind and an amazing friend. And while you may not have found your soulmate yet, I know she is one very, very lucky lady. Because I know I would be, if I end up with someone like you."

His fingers squeezed your hand and his body shifted towards you, without breaking eye contact. You gulped, feeling the blood rushing towards your cheeks. You have not seen Chandler like this for years, yet the feeling of his warm skin on yours and his musky perfume made your old feelings rush like a waterfall on you.

"Oh. My. God."

The sudden sound of Janice's voice made you jump apart, resulting with Chandler being on the floor.

"Chandler", Janice exclaimed, looking between both of you, "What is the meaning of this?"

He opened his mouth, but could get nothing more than a groan, so he quickly closed it again. Lifting himself, he opened his arms to his girlfriend, letting out a fake laugh.

"Janice, I am so glad you are here!", he cried, before turning towards the bar, "Can I get an espresso and two lattes over here, please?"

He pushed the dark haired woman towards the sofa, pushing her to sit next to you. You smiled awkwardly at her, putting your bag on your shoulder.

"Nice to see you, Janice! I was just going. Hope you two have a nice.... date?"

You made an attempt to get up, but felt a hand harshly pulling you back down. Looking down, Janice's red nails were firmly wrapped around your wrist, keeping you in place.

"Nuh-uh, missy. I want to know what is going on between you and Chandler."

"Me and Chandler?", you chocked, putting a hand on your chest, "There is nothing going on between us. I don't understand... We are just friends."

She finally let go of your hand, only to cross her arms in front of her chest and squint her eyes at you.

"Really?", her voice suddenly got higher and louder, making you wince, "So you just tell al your friends you would feel lucky if you ended up with them."

"Where is the coffee? Where is the coffee?", Chandler shook on his chair next to you.

You on the other hand could not form even one sentence. Like a mouse trapped in a trap, you could do nothing more than to stare back at her with wide eyes and flushed face. Were you that into Chandler, that you could not see his girlfriend right behind you?

Before you could form any words into your defense, Chandler spoke:

"We are dating. Y/N and I are dating."

Both you and Janice both turned your heads towards him at the same time.

"What?", you said in unison.

"That's right", he nodded, quickly wiping the sweat of his forehead with his shirt sleeve, "We have been dating for six months now."

Janice stared at him in shock for few minutes, before bursting into laughter.

"My little Bing-a-ling!", she grabbed a handful of his cheek, pulling him towards her, "I get it now! This is one of your silly little jokes! You almost got me there!"

He continued laughing, while Chandler's face twisted in pain. His eyes met yours and he mouthed "Help me", while trying to pull away from the woman's grip. You spend a second, considering if that is a good time to leave, but against your better judgement you decide to play along.

"Janice", you grabbed her hand away from Chandler's cheek, turning her towards you, "It is true. Me and Chandler are together."

"But how?", her eyes started to fill with tears, before she turned towards him, "Are you cheating on me?"

"What? NO!"

You quickly glared at Chandler, making him only shake his shoulders in response.

"Then how is this possible?", Janice kept looking between both of you, trying to make sense of the situation.

"She is keeping me hostage", your friend suddenly said, making you roll your eyes. You were trying to go along with his little story but he was making it really, really difficult. You started to wonder if you didn't do a mistake by staying here.

"Hostage?", Janice yelled, getting the attention of a few customers around you. You smiled awkwardly at them, before squeezing her hand once again and giving a warning look to Chandler to keep his mouth shut.

"No, I am not keeping anyone hostage", you assured her, "And we have not told you the full truth."

You took a moment of silence and looked at Chandler for help, but he had his nose buried in his third cup of espresso. Letting out a small sign, you've pulled Janice's hand till it rested on your stomach:

"The truth is... I am pregnant... with Chandler's child."

Your words made him choke on his drink and some of the liquid started dripping out of his nose. Janice looked at you with an open mouth, barely blinking.

"Pregnant?... What... How?"

"Well... You and Chandler were broken up a few months ago and I felt so lonely that I invited him for a movie... Then one thing led to another, and... Boom! I am pregnant."

Finally getting himself together, Chandler took a seat next to Janice and rubbed comforting circles on her shoulder.

"Janice, I am really, really sorry!"

Both of her looked at her shocked form, waiting for her to burst into tears, but surprisingly that never happened. You and your friend exchanged worrying looks, before you cautiously asked:

"Janice, are you okay?"

Shaking her head she gave a thin lipped smile, before turning to Chandler:

"Listen, Bing... I really like you and you are very nice guy, but I don't think it could work out between us. I mean you are going to have a baby with Y/N and I am not ready to be a step-mom. I really hope you understand and I do wish you the best."

She turned towards you:

"To both of you."

With these words she stood up and grabbed her coat, leaving you and Chandler frozen on the sofa. Only once she was out of the door, you relaxed back and let out the breath, which you didn't even know you were holding.

"A baby?", Chandler asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"A hostage?", you asked back, raising yours. Seeing your logic, he nodded his head, before letting out a quiet chuckle: "Oh, freedom does taste niiiceeee."

You let out a laugh, gently packing him on the back. But before you could congratulate him on his new status as a single man, Ross, Monica, Joey, Phoebe and Rachel ran through the door, almost jumping on top of both of you:

"You two are going to have a baby?"

Oh crap.

[bellarkeselection]

Friends chandler bing

Ross sees a ex girlfriend of Chandlers and brings it up to him " she's married chandler " chandler gets upset because he feels like she was the one

A week later

The gang goes somewhere and sees her crying she finds out the husband was cheating and she's pregnant

Moncia offers to take her in the rest is up to you.

I hope you have a good day !

The One Where Chandler Gets a Second Chance

Sitting on the floor of Monica’s bathroom floor I sighed leaning my back against the wall after throwing up just a few minutes ago. Today was not going as planned. In fact this entire month has been just hell for me. Nothing has gone right as I expected it would have. I had learned that my husband of four years has been cheating on me with one of his coworkers behind my back. Wiping underneath my nose I sniffed through some tears. “I’m telling you Chandler I saw her at the coffee shop.”

“I don’t want to hear it, Ross. You already told me the worst news of my life.” I heard Chandlers voice through the door where I instantly got curious.

As gently as possible to not make noise and tell them I was listening in I creaked the bathroom door open. They were standing behind the couch from what I could see. I peaked one eye through as Ross dropped his hands at his side. “Look man, I’m sorry but she is married after all.”

“It doesn’t matter, Ross. I have accepted that I will likely never end up with Y/n even though she was probably the one for me.” Chandler huffed causing me to whip my head back behind the door.

Lowering my hands down to my stomach I mumbled to myself remembering how happy and then shortly angry I was when I found out I was pregnant with my cheating husband’s baby. “Am I really about to put everything on the line….even if there’s a chance that he doesn’t want me?”

“Look man I get that you’re upset. But you shouldn’t give up on the possibility of finding love with somebody else.” Ross attempted to encourage his friend.

Getting to my feet I creaked open the bathroom door and the pair turned their heads at me. I lowered my gaze to the floor letting silence fill the room. I wasn’t sure how to even start this conversation. “Chandler, I want to tell you something…”

“What is it?” He slowly stepped towards me.

Ross could feel that this was going to be an intense conversation. “I’m going to go.” He quietly left the room shutting the door gently behind him leaving us alone to talk.

I didn’t know what to say to him right now. I thought I knew what I was going to say but now that I’m in the situation I completely have went blank. Clasping my hands together in front of me I focused my gaze onto Chandler. I have been friends with him since he met Ross in his college days. I had feelings for him but I met my husband at the same time and the rest seemed to be history after that point. “I found out that Ryder was…is cheating on me. And I am also pregnant with his baby….but funny enough it made me realize how I feel about you. How you’ve always been there for me, how you make me laugh, make me happy and everything else.”

“Well I’m glad you find enjoyment from me. Apparently other women don’t see me that way.” Chandler chuckled dryly with a nervous chuckle.

Stepping closer to him I finally met his gaze. “Those others women are dumb if they don’t see you the way I do. That you are really a great guy and anybody would be lucky to date you.”

“Are you saying that you have always had feelings for me…cause I’ve always felt you and I could be really good together. I just didn’t want to break up your marriage with Ryder. Does he know about the baby?” Chandler closed almost the whole gap between us.

I nodded slowly feeling my face turn red as I admitted. “Yes Chandler. I do have feelings for you.”

“Good then this won’t be as awkward.” He replied closing the gap holding my face in his hands, wrapping my arms around his neck I leaned into the kiss. He pressed my body against his moving one hand onto my hip where we just enjoyed the feeling of being together like this.

Breaking the kiss because I needed air I grabbed the front of his shirt in my fingers laying my head against his chest remembering about the baby and the fact that I didn’t want my husband to have anything to do with it. As far as I was concerned he wasn’t worthy of being a father. “You aren’t too worried that I am pregnant. I mean I can’t stay with Ryder. He doesn’t get to know his kid after he cheated.”

“Oh I’m nervous for sure Y/n. But I’ll…we’ll figure this out together.” He smiled wrapping his arms around me in a gentle hug. I hugged him back happy that things were seemingly getting better for me.

Comments really appreciated ❤️ Tags @lover-of-books-and-tea @rosie-posie08

[hopeandheal1111]

Tax,Tax and Tax

I wish someone could make a rule to pay tax whenever u talk in the early Mrng

I mean shut up shut up shut uuuuuppppppp(Chandler bings voice )

[likeasecrett]

any joke about the "drama":

me: not funny, did not make me laugh

[gossip-girl-of-middleearth]

Rings of Power, First Look (+ my shitty thoughts in between):

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(child, where are your parents and whomst the ever-living fuck are you. Why do you look like Frodo if he read Huckleberry Finn on repeat)

(*Peter Parker voice* that thing doesn’t obey the laws of physics at all)

(The reason why Legolas worked so well was because he wasn’t only a jock, he was also a Theatre Kid. Bro needs some more pizzaz — a little ✨jazz hands✨ action every now and then whilst surfing on a shield)

(*nature documentary voice* and here, in the flesh, we have our one and only token long-haired elf of the male variety — perhaps the last of his kind, and very endangered)

(beard’s a little unbraided in an almost virginal manner, especially for one who’s supposed to be married, but he reminds me of a ginger chihuahua I grew up with, which is exactly what Gimli reminded me of. I can appreciate that, as that’s how I want all dwarves to make me feel)

(his haircut looks the exact same as my gender identity crisis hair cutting episode in the mirror yesterday. Maybe he’s working through some stuff too, idk. Maybe they’re gonna grow his hair over the five seasons as a show of character development. Either way, I’ve got the Hots™️ for him, but then again I have daddy issues so there’s that. He looks like someone who had a lot of arguments with Maedhros. In fact, the more I look at his hair, the more I’m convinced Friends is a sitcom in Middle-earth now, and he’s kinning a little too hard with Chandler Bing)

(this is totally a “*gasp*, you’re an ELF” scene via pushing the hair back to reveal the silicone Etsy ears, but briefly I thought “oh fuck they’re cutting Galadriel’s hair off too no one is safe” which says a lot about the elves’ hair choices so far)

(okay, I’m laughing a little too hard at us as a fandom right now if this is the nudity we were all worked up about. Then again, there’s five seasons all together, and I’m aware Bezos always seems to have the last laugh, so I’m gonna shut up now about Meteor Man’s butt hanging bare in case I jinx us)

(who the fuck are you and why are you crying. Ten bucks it’s somehow Thranduil at the Battle of the Last Alliance watching Oropher die. 20 bucks says I’m wrong about the nudity and we’re gonna have to endure a scene of watching Legolas get created in an archery armoury somewhere)

That’s all, folks. Sound off.

[softcherubhips]

Louis' voice *just a bit of banter i think*

Harold:

[skylarcameron]

soberest i’ve ever been|rafe cameron

it was summer, ridiculously hot and and outrageously humid, you sat on the bed of your best friend in the entire world, rafe cameron, waiting for him to get out of the shower. he was getting ready for a party, the second one this week. not that parties weren’t great or anything, most of them were sorta fun but rafe totally blew them out of proportion, especially with the whole coke thing.

you liked to think that all rafe’s thoughts were coke, tramps, sex, and his major daddy issues. you also like tell rafe that he was the chandler bing of the friend group minus the great jokes and good looks. although the good looks part wasn’t true. the really truth is that you had found yourself falling for mr cameron and you were falling hard. you thought you and rafe’s relationship was specifically and strictly platonic but you had this weird feeling that is was more.

don’t get me wrong, you had been in your fair share of relationships and flings while being best friends with rafe, but all of them ended. every single one. and you couldn’t find out why. of course most of them said it was because of the relationship you and rafe had. you two were like batman and robin, you needed each other. you guys were always teasing, fighting, and you felt that sometimes even flirting. your parents always said that you and rafe would get married someday but you always shook that off, there was no way you would end up with rafe, it just wasn’t reasonable. not after 15 years of being strictly best friends.

“helloooo, earth to dork”,rafe’s voice called you out of your trance of memories from the past. you snapped your head towards him. he was shirtless, his bottom half wrapped in a towel, and oh did he look good? of course you’ve seen rafe many times shirtless or in his underwear, but with his wet hair and water dripping down his chest, man that’s was an entirely different sight.

“i’ve been calling you for like 5 minutes, where’d ya go?”,rafe asked looking through his closet for something to wear.

“just thinking”,you replied shortly.

“about?”,he questioned, turning giving you a look.

“about how annoying you are”,you smiled. he playfully rolled your eyes, picking up a shirt off the ground and throwing it at you.

“ew rafe. clean your room dude”,you wrinkled your nose in disgust, throwing rafe’s dirty shirt off of you.

“no dude”,he mocked, picking up two shirts out of his closet and showing them to you.

“orange or green?”,he asked, waving them around from their hangers. you picked up your phone, snapping a picture of how cute he looked.

“y/n…you didn’t get my good side”,he whined.

“oh shut up. and wear the green, it brings out your eyes”,you replied, looking to your phone.

“aw i love how you notice”,he spoke in a girl voice.

“shut up”,you laughed. he chuckled, grabbing all of his other clothes necessities and walking to the bathroom.

“so your coming with me tonight, right?”,he questioned you as he changed with the door open but still where you couldn’t see him.

“uh i don’t know. i was kinda thinking about staying in tonight”,you confessed, making him come out the bathroom with his still shirtless torso and jeans.

“are you serious?”,he asked you with a pointed look. you shrugged innocently.

“i’m just not feeling up for a party”,you sighed.

“but y/n/n, you have to come. you’re my best friend, my wing woman, i need you. and you haven’t gotten fucked up in a really long time, it’s time for you to get out there again”,he told you, throwing on his green shirt.

“rafe”,you whined.

“y/n”,he whined back.

“no”,you said.

“yes”,he replied.

“no”,you growled.

“yes”,he challenged.

“no”,you crossed your arms.

“yes”,he crossed his.

“no”,you moaned sadly.

“yes”,he mocked doing the same voice. he looked at you softly, giving you the puppy eyes and pouty lip.

“please babe”,he pouted. you huffed, you could never resist him, how could you? you were in love with him.

“fine”,you agreed as he cheered, stepping back into the bathroom to do his hair.

“but i have to go get an outfit, so i’ll see you later”,you told him.

“okay. be safe. you need me to pick you up?”,he asked from the bathroom.

“nah, i’ll drive”,you replied and he gave you a simple “okay” back. and from there you walked down the stairs and out of the door of the cameron’s house and to your car to go to your own. man, did you love rafe cameron or what?

it had taken a couple hours for you to get ready. you had to straighten your hair, apply a little bit of makeup, and choose an outfit. it was pretty regular and natural of you to wear jeans and a cute shirt, but for some reason, something told you to step out the box. and you did, you grabbed a short black dress that hugged all your curves and slipped it right on. you smiled to your mirror, you looked phenomenal.

you sprayed on some perfume and grabbed your keys and headed out to your car. you put in the address of the house that rafe sent you, and started driving to the place, where you would face the craziest night of your life.

as you entered the house, the first thing you noticed was the smell of weed and beer. you looked around, watching as kids drank, smoked, grinded, and did whatever else they needed to keep them satisfied and away from all the problems of the real world. you walked through the house and out the back door where everybody mostly were. you spotted a few people like topper and kelce, who were you and rafe’s other friends when you weren’t hanging out with each other. you walked over to them.

“hi boys”,you cut in as they were talking. they looked at you with shocked faces, i guess the dress had worked.

“hi y/n, wow you look great”,topper complimented.

“yeah, you look so hot”,kelce confirmed. you laughed.

“thanks guys, so how’s the party feeling?”,you asked them.

“eh it’s alright, didn’t know you were coming though”,kelce answered. you playfully rolled your eyes.

“yeah well, rafe forced me. speaking of rafe, where is that dumb fuck?”,you asked your friends. they chuckled.

“he’s over there”,topper replied, pointed a little way behind them, where the green shirt wearing boy was standing talking to some girls.

“ah. well i’m gonna go let him know i made it, i’ll see you guys”,you nodded at them before walking a little further through the huge yard and over to where rafe had his back turned, talking to girls.

as you approached him, you simply wrapped your arms around his face, covering his eyes.

“guess who”,you said playfully.

“uh harry potter?”,he joked. you took your hands off his eyes and he spun around to face you.

“close”,you replied with a laugh but rafe simply stood there, face in complete shock.

“what?”,you asked.

“since when do you own a dress”,he questioned, eyeing you up and down. you rolled your eyes, hitting his shoulder.

“oh shut up”,you called. he laughed and so did you, both of you watching each other. he stopped first, smiling as he looked at you.

“you look gorgeous, y/n”,he spoke softly. you smiled up at him.

“thank you rafey”,you said. and he nodded, taking a look behind him to see that his posse was now gone.

“sorry about that”,you told him before he turned his head back around.

“nah don’t be, they were getting a little too close anyways. wanna drink?”,he smirked. you squinted.

“why not?”,you chorused. and he smiled, grabbing your hand and leading you to where all the bad decisions happened.

you were 5 shots in and totally messed up. you stood by rafe as people stood around the counter where you were having a contest with some girl who had challenged you and you made it your mission to show her who’s boss. people cheered as the next shot was poured, ready for you to down it.

you looked at the girl, who wore a sickly look on her face.

“just quit while you can sweetheart”,you smirked but she just shook her head. you laughed, downing another shot and lifting your hands up in triumph. everyone cheered around you, screaming your name.

the girl in front of you went to down her shot but instead gaged and ran away through the crowd, looking for what you suspected was a trash can or toilet. you cheered and so did everyone else and before you knew it, you were up on someone’s shoulders, being carried and applauded. you grinned, nothing could get better than this.

nothing could get worse than this, you felt pretty horrible. you had already puked your guts out and were now being carried by rafe into his house since he had to play designated driver. rafe had forced you to brush your teeth and wipe off your makeup because he knew how pissed you would be in the morning if you didn’t. he always knew the important stuff. he placed you on the bed, letting you sit drunkenly. although had pretty much vomited your liver out, you still were giddy. and the sight of rafe just made you even giddier.

“you sure did drink tonight, didn’t you slugger?”,he laughed. you smiled drunkenly.

“mmm”,you hummed. he walked over to his dresser, pulling you out a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. he walked over to you, sitting you up and pulling off you dress.

“hey, no peeks”,you laughed. he chuckled.

“mhm sure princess”,he smiled, pulling it off you and pulling his shirt over your head and the boxers up your legs. you crawled up into the blankets and laid happily on the bed you had slept in more times than your own. rafe then pulled off his shirt and pants and crawled in the bed beside you. he placed his hands under his head, looking up at the ceiling.

“rafey”,you whined, looking at his from the side.

“what sweetie?”,he asked, turning a looking at you.

“you’re so pretty”,you smiled. he laughed.

“i’m pretty?”,he questioned as you nodded.

“you’re prettier”,he said, looking back up the the ceiling. you curled into his side.

“nooo, you are”,you argued. he chuckled once more.

“no love, that’s you. but thank you for the compliment”,he stopped you before you could fight him anymore like you always did. you liked how he knew that you were stubborn.

“rafe”,you called into his side.

“hm?”,he hummed.

“i love you”,you confessed.

“i love you too y/n/n”,he replied.

“no. like-like i really love you. like i’m in love with you”,you told him. as he froze, slightly pushing you off his side and looking to you.

“y/n”,he said, making your eyes gaze into his.

“you love me?”,he asked. you looked back down before nodding slowly. and before you knew it your chin was being held up and you were kissing rafe cameron. you were kissing your best friend. it was really happening. and then you were on top of him, kissing his lips, his neck, his chest. he moaned.

“y/n, ugh, y/n stop. stop, your drunk”,he stopped you, looking deeply in your eyes. you smiled.

“no rafe. i’m the soberest i’ve ever been”,you replied and he smiled, nodding before pulling your lips back on his and flipping you on you back, to where he is on top.

“you sure you want this?”,he asked, searching your face for any signs of not wanting what was happening.

“more than anything”,you confessed.

“me too. more than anything”,he smiled.

“so make it happen”,you smirked and he grinned.

and rafe cameron made it happened, better than anyone had ever made it happen before. it was safe to say that you were in love with this man, the cool thing is, is that he’s in love with you too.

wow, wow, wow, wow. you guys are awesome, thank you for all the love you have given me, i love you guys so much. here’s a little thing i put together today, it lowkey sucks lol but whateves. i hope you enjoy. let me know if i should keep doing these. i need some feedback. love u babes. xoxo.

[autumnrory]

everyone who uses the phrase “conspiracy theories” in regard to ppl who think two celebs are in love owes me ten dollars

[genderimpala]

all the kids who wanted to be shapeshifters as a child. how’s the genderqueerness going for you?

[arsonsamruby]

sam winchester pride

i have a new fic <3 hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

it’s s1 sam coming out to dean. was THIS close to making the ending sam ugly crying alone but even though dean Is like. microaggressions boy he’s not going to be a bitch about it all that’s out of character. i think he does try very hard to support sam. like he’s not an ally but probably because he doesn’t really know what an ally is. 

anyway wtf am i even saying.

___ Sam has a headache. Dean comes by, ruffles his hair, slouches into the couch. Sam licks his lips, looking away from the screen. It has loud, bright cartoons on it and in the prickling sense of dread he’s carrying with him, the stimulation is too much. 

Half of the headache is from a hard hit he took to the head, lingering pain. The other half is stress and dehydration. Unless beer counts as hydration, then in which- well, he’s covered. The screen of the television is cracked through; it’s playing Friends reruns. 

He stands abruptly. 

“Sammy, I swear to God, if you start pacing again-” Dean warns, throwing a pillow at him. Sam ducks it, somehow. His body takes up half the room. It’s hard to find space. 

He can’t help it. His feet get itchy, his legs pull tight, and it’s nice. Nice, to put in his earphones and walk around for a little while. “I’ll go out to the parking lot, promise. I won’t bother you.” 

He smiles slightly at Dean, but his brother isn’t much looking. 

The parking lot of the motel has the sticky feeling underfoot of summer heat on asphalt, and sweat. The crumbling pollen and flowers from the trees have made his half-present allergies flare up. As a kid, Sam would have allergy seasons that ran out of sync with everyone else’s. 

Go three years without a single cold, until one awful summer would come and he’d sneeze and sneeze and sneeze. He recalls: Oregon, in a rainy patch. It had been a relief to wash all the yellow pollen away with the weekly downpour. Another thing about Oregon, he’d had a best friend there. A girl. 

Huh. He tries to tuck his smile away, but it comes through like the sun through clouds. Sam looks dumb, doesn’t he? Some goofball pacing around a parking lot and smiling to himself. 

After about ten minutes, maybe more, his pace slows. The scenery is getting too humid. He wants to roll back into bed, into those cool sheets. 

“Sammy? Is that you?” 

Sam kicks his shoes off into the dirty corner. Dean’s left a bootprint on the floor there. If Sam was looking for a fight, he’d say something. “It’s me.” 

“You got a call. Someone left a voicemail. For you.” 

His voice is sharp, pounding hail on cement. “A call?” Sam replies dumbly.

Dean nods his head over to the answering machine. “I’ll put it on for you.” 

Sam’s heart begins to slow to a rolling stretch of highway. The cars moving across it are few and far between and his breath is short and dangerous. 

“Sammy?” The effusive warmth dies down after the nickname, realizing Dean’s heard it through. The voicemail, the nickname. “You gave me this number the other day. Outside the Jewel Osco?” 

He laughs. It crackles over the phone in a friendly way. Friendly the way he kissed tiny little butterflies onto Sam’s collarbones, the way his house was cool in the summer night. 

“I guess you’re a big-time developer and all so I’m not sure if you even care. But I have the jacket you left with me? The other night?” 

He clears his throat. “If you want it back, you can drop by.” The voicemail ends. 

“You leave your jacket at your friend’s house, Sammy? Come on, it’s just like you’re little again. You want me to pick it up for you?” 

Sam realizes two things: Dean hasn’t caught what the message means, and Sam wishes he would have. 

“Dean?” 

“Mmm?” 

Sam has never been able to cry with dry eyes. He can’t hide the shaky undercurrent to his voice. His eyelids feel like cement but he keeps staring at Dean. A flush of fear is blooming high on his cheeks. 

“Me and that guy, we’re not just friends. Or whatever.” 

Sam went calling for information, at his house. Said he was a real estate developer, even though the back of his neck went red with the obvious lie. The suit was cheap and he was young. He’d gotten the information and then this guy, his name is Jude, had kissed him. Sam left the suit jacket there. He’s glad he’s getting it back, all things considered. 

He still doesn’t know what possessed him to hand over his number after buying peanut butter and sandwich bread two days later. A crack in his self control, maybe. 

“What do you mean…” Dean isn’t making jokes, at least. Sam squints hard at the floor. His head feels like a matchbox. Being struck over and over again. His headache is back, erupting with a vengeance. 

“Sam, is it something- Dad did? Is it something I did? To make you, uh.” 

Sam shakes his head, sighing deeply. He wants to be a bitch about it and spit out something sarcastic. “What do you think you could have done?” 

Dean shakes his head. Murmurs, “I don’t know,” almost that Sam can’t hear him. “I guess you’re the type, though, Sammy.” Sam knows what he means by that. “As long as you don’t go around falling in love with some starry eyed dude. We still have to find Dad.” 

“About that. Don’t tell him.” Sam pointedly raises his eyebrows. Dean doesn’t have a great record of choosing- choosing him, his secrets that he keeps tight in his fists. He doesn’t have a record of letting any opportunity to be a good son slip by. 

“Sure, sure.” Dean frowns. “Hey, what about Jess? Did you lead some poor chick on up until-” 

“Shut the fuck up.” Sam’s hands are suddenly shaking. Dean leans back. He’s not the shrinking type, his shoulders stay up and guarded. “I’m not gay, I’m- I’m something else. Both, you know?” The inside of his cheek is bitten raw, he can taste the fleshier bits coming alive. 

“I don’t think that’s how it works, Sammy.” 

The telling was easy; now it’s muddier. Sam wades in anyway. “Who here is the expert, you or me?” The sick dread has risen in his stomach and is now lapping at his sodden brain, pulling him under. It’s hot as hell out but he pulls the blankets over his legs. 

“Sorry. Bad take.” 

“I loved her-” Dean doesn’t like hearing about Jess and Sam cuts himself off. 

“Never mind. I’m going to go get more beer.” Dean leaves. 

Sam looks between the ugly green blankets, the TV still on, the white, unearthly light seeping in through every crack. When he told Jess, she lit up with it, went on to ask him questions, run her fingers through his shower-damp hair and let him talk. 

Dean bursts through the door. “Sammy, I really do want to say- thank you for telling me. You wanna talk about it more, we can go get your girly coffee drink and we can talk about whatever.” 

The aimless tears in Sam’s eyes finally come to the surface. “Oh, come on,” Sam groans. “You don’t have to act like I’m that-” 

Dean interrupts him. “Here, Sammy. Here. The way I see it, you’re like Chandler Bing now.” 

Sam blinks at him. “Dean, he’s not-” 

“Well, maybe not in the show, but everyone knows he’s gay anyway. You’re like Chandler Bing. If you want to go with me and get a coffee, uh, tell me about the guy action you got at Stanford, I’ll be your Joey.” 

Sam swipes the back of his hand across his eyes. If tears were blood he would look like a murder victim. Dean approaches him nervously. “Seriously.” He wrestles Sam into a tight hug, holding him for a long few minutes. 

“Do we still have painkillers around? I have a headache.” The walls (brown wood and decades out of date) are no longer closing in on him under oppressive heat and thoughts of Jess. Dean isn’t mad. Just- just Dean. 

Life returns to normal.

[firsttime-writer]

I love your friends images! Could you do a Chandler Bing x reader where they have a lazy day and just spend a lot of time cuddling? Thank you 💓

watching friends so I'm gonna ride this train of remembering their personalities

7:00 AM, Sunday morning. Chandlers room. 

The sun was just starting to shine into the room. And consequently, on your sleeping face

Chandler lives literally next to another person bedroom window, how does he not close his curtains at night.

But now you're awake and you know you should probably head back to your own apartment so you can feed your cat.

Unfortunately, despite the rude wakeup from the morning sun, Chandler's bed and room are extremely comfortable.

And so is his arm, thrown around your waist in his sleep. But you must persevere.

So you try to gently remove Chandler's arm, and roll out of the bed to maybe grab some coffee from Monica’s for the two of you.

But for some reason, his arm wouldn't budge. You pulled again a little harder and nothing. And then it gently squeezed your ribs and tickled you, making you giggle. 

“Chandler I know you’re awake.”

“No, I'm not, I'm asleep. This is sleep talking.”

“And sleep tickling?” He dug his fingers in a little harder and you laughed.

“And sleep tickling.” his sleepy voice responded. 

You try and roll away from him but he drags you back and drops half his body over yours. 

“Jesus Chandler, you’re crushing me!”

“Well that's nice to hear, its called holiday weight.” he joked.

You huffed and kept squirming. “Come on, I have to go feed my cat baby.”

He didn't move but began kissing your neck. You sighed gently but realized what he was doing when he smiled against your skin.

“No! Come on Bing, you're not gonna distract me that easy. I have to go.

He huffed at you and pressed up in his arms to look at your face properly. His hair was still mussed from sleep and he was just in his boxers. “It is 7 O’Clock on a Sunday. On gods day-” 

“You’re not religious-”

“And God says that we should take this day to rest and rejuvenate for the week ahead.”

“What about people who get up early for church?”

“Kiss asses. All of them. God knows that.”

You laughed loudly and leaned up to kiss him gently, running your fingers through his bedhead.

“Well....” you trailed off, running your hands down his neck to his shoulder blades and feeling him shiver.

“My cat does not know that. And he's hungry.”

You pushed him to the other side of the bed while he was caught off guard and began to get up quickly, but he was faster. Your feet had barely touched the floor and he was hanging off your waist, keeping you on the bed like a seat belt.

“No, come on babe listen. I have a plan.”

“Chandler-”

“Listen its good I swear! You live next door to Phoebe, correct?”

“Wow Chandler, 3 months of dating and you remember where i live, gold star!”

“Don't be a smartass. Why don't you just call her and ask her to feed your cat? She has an extra key for stuff like this anyways. And she loves your cat.”

You tried prying his arms off but they held tight, hugging your hips on top of the shirt you were wearing. His shirt.

“That key is for emergency and my cat hates Phoebe.”

He lifts his face from your back to look up at you. “Really?”

“Yeah idk why, he just glares and hisses at her but she keeps trying.”

He pressed his face back into your hip. “Well, then she can keep trying. I know she's up, she gets up early to flirt with that fireman guy when he gets his mail.”

You sigh again but hesitate on your rebuttal and he grins. He’s winning.

“Come on babe, you know you wanna stay here in bed. Look, your phone is right there on the nightstand. Just call her and your cat will be fine.”

You hesitate a moment longer before sighing dramatically and grabbing the phone. You hear quite cheering from behind you. 

“Shut up, this is not for you. This is because I don't wanna walk all the way home. This decision has nothing to do with you.”

“Whatever floats your lazy day boat baby.” he giggles, flopping back onto the bed behind you while you make your call.

Phoebe agreed happily and you hung up. “Chandler when i turn around I better not see a shit-eating grin on your face or ill just go over to Monica's instead.”

He cleared his throat loudly. “yes ma’am.”

You rolled over and he had pushed down his smile, but just barely and you rolled your eyes. 

That made him laugh and you pushed his face with your full hand but he just grabbed it and kissed your palm

“I'll make staying in bed with me worth it, and then we can both go to Monicas and steal her food.”

[meher-sumedha]

Gwynriel : She breaks up with one of us, she breaks up with all of us.

Over the last 3 months, Gwyn had grown very close with Elain. They even considered each other sisters. Elain had even started coming to training, but she had backed out after a week, for being a valkyrie, was not for her.

Elain and Azriel had also grown closer to each other. Even though, they had been dating since 3 months only, the had had sex. All thanks to the great Gwyneth Berdara, who had practically begged Rhysand to let them date each other.

Gwyn had promised Azriel that she would find out a way for him and Elain to date, she did. But, they still had to follow rhys' condition, that they could not date each other exclusively.

Elain still had to go to the day court to spend at least 3 days with Lucien, they had become good friends now, or as Rhysand thought.

Elain was, well, she had started to grow a liking for Lucien. She noticed that even though he was shy in front of the inner circle, he just wouldn't shut up in front of her. Elain knew there was some kind of relationship between Helion and Lucien, as they often went to the day court, but she didn't press on the matter. She was impressed about the amount of sarcastic jokes Lucien could make.

He told her his idol was "Chandler Bing", one of the characters from a human sitcom. He said he was the king of sarcasm, and after watching 10 seasons of the show, Elain too realized that. Every time Elain visited him, they watched at least one episode from the sitcom. And if they really really liked the episode, they would re watch it and would enact as characters. Elain had a lot of fun, especially as she could be herself around him.

She didn't have to pretend to like anything, and didn't have to do anything to impress him. Sometimes she would catch him staring at her during the sitcom, she never said anything, not until today :

"You're staring" She said, trying to stop the smile tugging at her lips, her eyes still on the television. Yet, from the corner of her eye she could see Lucien's cheeks had become the colour of his hair.

"Am not" He said, his voice sounding a little shy, which led to Elain chuckling a bit and looking at him, only to find he was still staring at her. They were currently watching the episode, "The one with the proposal" and both Chandler and Monica were on their knees.

Elain didn't back down from his stare, she kept looking at him. But she couldn't help glancing at his lips once or twice. They were sitting extremely close today for some reason.

And if they moved a bit closer, their lips would touch. Lucien was too staring at her lips now, and Monica was happy crying. Gods! He was looking good today. Elain knew she shouldn't do anything, that she was still in a relationship with Azriel, but she couldn't help but lean in slowly, and touch his lips with hers.

Elain started kissing him, but he didn't move, he didn't kiss her back, and just when she was gonna give up and move back, his hand strangled her hair and tilted her head in a way so that he could kiss her in a better manner.

Fireworks started exploding everywhere, Elain had never felt such a thing while kissing anyone, not even Azriel.

And that one kiss, had led to another and another and something else.

(Gwynriel starts from here)

And now, Elain was on her way to break up with Azriel. She'd been seeing Lucien since a month now, which meant only three days. But in those three days, she had never been happier, and she wanted nothing more, than to spend time with her mate.

With Azriel it had always been about him, what he liked. And Gwyn would always be the one to tell her that. What kind of flowers, instruments, sleeping positions, and whatnot Azriel liked. But Elain didn't find it creepy, as she knew Azriel and Gwyn were best friends.

But she always had the pressure of being with Azriel, it was like she was a puppet who had to do exactly as told. Now, she had had enough, and was gonna tell him, that she wants to break up.

Well not before telling Gwyn. Elain and Gwyn were sitting in the House of Wind's library. They were reading a book, Elain opened her mouth to speak a few times but then shut it.

Until she finally gathered the courage to speak, "I need to tell you something", "Okay" Gwyn replied, not looking up from her book. "I need you to be quiet about it", Gwyn looked at Elain and said, "When am I not?"

"Literally never" Elain said and Gwyn rolled her eyes. Elain continued, "I wanna break up with Azriel", "WHAT", "WAY TO BE QUIET" Elain shouted back and Gwyn took a long breath.

"Why do you wanna break up with Az?" Asked Gwyn after calming herself down. After Elain kept quiet for a few minutes, Gwyn finally understood, "oh, Oh, OH! YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH LUCIEN", "I AM NOT IN LOVE WITH LUCIEN", "THEN WHY DO YOU WANNA BREAK UP WITH AZ".

"BECAUSE I CAN'T-I CAN'T BE MYSELF AROUND HIM!." Gwyn opened her mouth but Elain continued, "ALL THE TIME GWYN, ALL THE FUCKING TIME! YOU'RE TELLING ME WHAT TO DO, WHAT HIS FAVOURITE THINGS ARE, WHAT HE LIKES TO DO! WELL I CAN'T DO ALL THAT, I CAN ONLY BE MY SHITTY SELF AROUND LUCIEN AND NOT AZ CAUSE I'VE GOT SO MUCH PRESSURE! FROM YOU, FROM NESTA, FROM RHYS AND WHAT NOT. IT'S-it's too much for me Gwyn, I-I'm sorry".

And then Elain left, leaving Gwyn with guilt of being a bad friend. Gwyn was upset, and when she thought she couldn't be more upset, she sensed the shadowsinger around her.

Azriel paced to his room, knowing that Gwyn was following him, he still slammed the door shut, and the tears he'd been fighting finally came loose.

Even though he slammed the door in her face, Gwyn still came in his room after a few minutes. He was sitting on the floor, with his back resting on the side of the bed.

Gwyn didn't know what to do, so she just sat on the floor, beside him. They stayed like that for a few minutes, until Gwyn noticed there was something in his hand that was resting on the floor. She took his hands, and opened its fist, only to see a ring box.

Gwyn gaped at the box and Azriel let out a dark chuckle, his sobs had stopped now. "You were going, to propose?" And Azriel chuckled once again, but that chuckle was muffled by a sob.

Gwyn didn't know how to react, "YOU'VE BEEN DATING FOR THREE MONTHS" Gwyn shouted at him, clearly angry and surprised by his stupidity. Azriel didn't say anything. He just brought the ring box closer to his chest, and opened it.

That ring. Gwyn could have sworn all the diamonds of the world were present in that ring. Azriel just took the ring out of the ring box, and looked at it, a sad smile on his face.

Gwyn just stared at the ring, not able to form any words. And then Azriel asked, "Do you think she would've liked it?" and offered it to Gwyn to look at. Gwyn was silent for a while and then said, "No" and Azriel chuckled.

"Why not?" He tried to be amusing, but his voice still broke. And then Gwyn looked at him with an emotion in her eyes, that even Azriel could not recognize, "Because if she loved you, she would never want such an expensive ring. She would want you to save money for your future with her instead".

And then Azriel smiled, a genuine smile, but a sad one. And then he said, "It was good while it lasted" while not breaking his eye contact with Gwyn, and then Gwyn repeated, "It was good while it lasted".

And then ice creams appeared at both their sides and they both chuckled, Gwyn opened hers and it was Belgium Chocolate. And Azriel opened his and it was Dark chocolate. The house also provided them with brownies to eat.

They both chuckled and sat there the entire night, stealing bites from each other's ice cream. And contemplating whose heart ache was worse :

"Well I lost a future wife" Azriel said and stole a bite of Gwyn's ice cream and mixed with his own. Gwyn tried to move away but he still got the bite anyway.

"Well I lost a friend". Azriel was not even listening to her at the moment, just trying to take bites of her ice cream.

He then took another bite and at this time, Gwyn didn't even try to move away, she just stole one bite of his ice cream and then made a face, "How can you eat such ice cream? It has no sugar!" which led to Azriel laugh, a full and real laugh. Gwyn just looked at him, and burst out laughing as well.

*It took me 2 hours to write this. It is currently 4am in the morning. ANYWAYS, hope you liked it. And I may not be online this month a lot as I have my mid terms coming up. ANYWAYS, this was ONE LONG headcanon, and I hope it fulfilled your quota. BUT, I hope y'all won't stop writing headcanons as I may not write any BUT I read ALOT. ANYWAYS, thank you for coming to my ted talk.

[rpd-rookie]

Scared of Love, Scared of Time - Leon S. Kennedy x Reader.

Author’s note: I made the reader as generic as possible for this one shot, as I instinctively tend to write fem!readers. I actually like how it turned out and I hope the attempt at poetic flourish (if we can call it that) is not too indigestible. 

Warning: None really. It’s just angst and fluff. 

          “Up until I was 25, I thought the only response to ‘I love you’ was ‘Oh crap!’” Chandler Bing said this. Yes, you read right. Chandler Bing, the famous Friends character, the one who’s always lame with women and makes sardonic jokes. Funny how a quote from a fictional character can perfectly sum up your love life.

           Eyes still widened in shock and disbelief, you were still staring at Leon who was staring back at you with a growing unease, waiting for an answer. Come on Y/N, say something. “Holy shit.” Seriously? Not the best answer you could have given him.           And with that terrible response came awkwardness. It settled with you and Leon at the table of the cosy little restaurant you were having dinner in and put all its weight on both your shoulders, rendering the moment oppressive and more than uncomfortable.   “Not what I expected.” Leon admitted as he let go of your hand. His ego was bruised but not as much as his heart. You could tell just by the way he was avoiding eye contact, teeth slightly gritted in a sort of sneer weirdly stretching his handsome features in a grimace. He was certainly regretting his confession and you couldn’t blame him. But come on, who says ‘I love you’ after a month of relationship?!         “Leon…” He waved you to shut up with a sad smile but it wasn’t rude. He just didn’t want your pity right now. “No, I get it, Y/N. You’re not ready and I’m taking things way too quick as I always do. Forget what I just said. It was nothing.” Lies. It was not nothing. It was something truly important to him otherwise he would not have booked a table in this romantic restaurant and be forcing a smile while fidgeting under the table right now, looking for a way to get rid the burdening unease.       “ I just think that …” But he cut you short again. “No, really, baby. That’s fine. No need for you to justify yourself. What don’t you pick a dessert?” He said before peering at the menu, almost hiding his face behind it.

But you wanted to justify yourself. You wanted to tell him that, even if you wanted to, you couldn’t open your heart to him as easily and as beautifully as he could open his to you. You wanted to tell him you were scared, scared of love, scared of the intensity of your feelings for him, scared of how painful they could be when he was away from you and how overwhelming they were when he was with you.     You wanted to tell him you were scared to say those three words, scared of everything that would come with such a beautiful confession, scared to lay yourself bare, to appear vulnerable, scared that someone would one day take those feelings away and crush them along with your heart.     You were scared of making things real, finding refuge and comfort hidden in your armour, which was basically the only place where no one could hurt you, the only place were your fragile heart was safe. Yes, you wanted to tell him all that.

“I’m … I’m scared.” You whispered with certain difficulty, those three words being the only three words you could manage to say right now. And as the sudden lump in your throat made you realised how hard it was for you to simply mouth your fear, you understood that confessing your love for Leon was certainly something you would sadly never be able to do.         “Scared of what? My love for you?” You shook your head and pinched the bridge of your nose, feeling a small tear forming in the corner of your eyes. You quickly blinked to make it go away before it could fall or be noticed. But you were dating the most competent agent America could have ever got. With him, nothing could go unnoticed. “Hey.” Leon grabbed your hand again and your eyes met the tender blueness of his eyes. Inside them, there was no bitterness, no resentment, just sweetness and compassion. “I just need time.” You admitted.

           And he gave you time, all the time you wanted, all the time you needed despite his permanent fear of not being able to live another day each time he was leaving for work.     You were not like him. You were not sharing the same recklessness or the same hedonism. You were not one to enjoy every second as if they could be your last, not one to see how limited time actually was. After all, how could you? You had not been through what he had been through to do so. You had not experienced all the horrors he had seen, had not yet realised how the clock of life could stop at any moment and how death could come knock at your door at any minute.     You were not living in the same world as him, not seeing the world as dark and as hopeless as him, not seeing how it was permanently on the verge of crumbling like a sand castle and always ready to take away everything and everyone you ever loved in its fall.         But he didn’t mind. He envied you for that. After all, he also wanted to believe he had all the time in the world to be able to actually take his time.

           But then, what should have been a lovely morning happened. The smell of freshly baked pancakes and hot coffee was floating in the kitchen as the sun was slowly rising and entering the apartment through the patio door. You were home, lazily dressed in a night gown, still a bit sleepy but waiting for Leon to come back from a simple bodyguard mission in Tall Oaks where he had escorted President Benford to give a speech at Ivy University. Nothing extraordinary and nothing potentially life-threatening. His words exactly.     Guess he was wrong.     “The White House informed us last night that a wild biohazardous outbreak infected the population of Tall Oaks, resulting in more than 70 000 casualties including President Adam Benford.” Your mug of hot coffee escaped your hand and crashed onto the floor. Petrified, you could feel your heart pounding loudly in your chest and in your ears. This couldn’t be. “This resulted in the immediate sterilisation of the city in order to eradicate the virus, a military operation that surely remind us of the Raccoon City incident of 1998.” You held on to the kitchen table to provide yourself from falling to the ground. You couldn’t breathe anymore, the air not being able to leave your lungs anymore as a stream of mournful dreary thoughts was drowning you. They ultimately escaped under the shape of tears and loud sobs and moans that made you collapse on the floor. This couldn’t be. You kept repeating to yourself. If something had happened to Leon, someone would have told you. Hunnigan would have called. He was alright. He had to be.            

You managed to blindly seize your phone on the table and dialled Leon’s office. Surely, the DSO would know more about all this and be able to comfort you. At least that’s what you hoped. “Come on. Answer damn it!” You cursed, tears streaming down your face. “ Leon Scott Kennedy’s office, how can I help you?” The voice was calm and professional but you managed to discern an ounce of sadness in it that immediately alarmed you more than you already were.   “ Hello, it’s Y/N, Leon’s …” You weren’t able to finish the sentence too impatient to know how Leon was doing. “Is he here? Is he alright? I’ve seen the news and…”   “Oh my God, Y/N. I thought Agent Hunnigan had called you.” That didn’t sound good and you leaned against the table leg without realising it, unconsciously expecting the bad news, feeling your small gleam of hope slowly dimming. “Leon is dead.”  

           Nothing else mattered. Time had just stopped the second the sentence was over and your heart had been pulled away from your rib cage along with it. And the pain was excruciating, like a thousand blades piercing your chest.  What now? What were you gonna do without Leon in your life? You found yourself unable to answer that question. There was no future now. Nothing. Just void.

Your tears flowed and flowed, a never-ending flood of liquid pearls falling along your cheeks as you were crying your eyes out, begging anyone to bring Leon back to you. There were so many things you didn’t have time to do, so many things you didn’t have time to say. You wished you could go back to yesterday morning, when you were nestled in his strong arms, head over his naked chest. You wished you knew back then that you would never see him again. It would have changed everything and there would be no remorse. You would have prevent him from leaving or at least would have lingered over his face trying to carve each perfect little details of his features in your brain just to be able to forever remember them. You would have said you loved him.  

A jingling in the door lock made you jump, and you looked up still on the floor, face and eyes reddened by your cries, your kneels against your chest. You didn’t really think about who could be entering your home and why and just waited for them to find you. “Y/N?” You quickly knelt, eyes widened. That voice. “Leon?” You whispered, relief warming your body.       “Baby, you’re here?” You hopped up and ran towards the door, not caring if this was a dream or some fucked up hallucinations. As long as you could see him, that’s all that mattered.

And he was there, standing in the corridor, a duffle bag at his feet. Unscathed and especially alive. “Leon!” You rushed towards him to hold him, touching his whole body with your trembling hands to make sure he was real. “You’re alive. You’re alive.” You repeated, your tears finding their way out of your eyes again as you strongly pecked Leon’s soft lips over and over, hands cupping his neck. “Yes. I’m fine. I’m safe” He managed to say before you cradled yourself against him to embrace him as tightly as you could. “I was scared, so scared. I thought you were dead. They told me you were and …” You breathed in his chest, his smell being the only thing was wanted to breathe right now. “But I told Hunnigan not …” He tried to explain.         “I called your office.” Leon briefly shut his eyes, mentally cursing himself as he dared imagine how worried and devastated you certainly had been when his secretary had announced you his death. “I asked Hunnigan to fake my death.” You frowned. What the hell was going on? “Long story.” He caressed your humid cheek, wiping your tears away. “But don’t worry. Everything is under control. But I have to go to China.”         “No.” You dared to whisper your disagreement for the first time, refusing to let him go, and your fingers tightened even more around the nape of his neck. “I have to, baby. I have to” You shut Leon up with a new kiss that you secretly wished would make him stay. “I’ll come back. I promise.” He smiled to reassure you, his forehead lightly pressed against yours. “I love you, baby.”           “I love you too.” You murmured back, feeling like a weight lifted off your chest as you offered him your heart without condition or fear.

A joyful wide smile stretched Leon’s tired features and his eyes started gleaming in happiness. You had finally said it. After so long. And it was beautiful. It warmed his heart and drowned it in exhilarating bliss as he played back the words in his head. His lips met your forehead and lingered there while his calloused fingers tangled in your hair. “My angel.” He said and you pressed yourself closer against him, looking for safety in his arms. But Leon was in a hurry. He grabbed your chin in between his thumb and index, forcing your to look at him in the eye. “Stay safe, alright? And remember, in the eyes of the government I’m dead.” You nodded, the remnants of your tears shining in your eyes and he kissed you one last time.           Then,   he reluctantly let go you and grabbed his bag on his way out, watching you one last time bathed by the sunlight in the middle of the corridor. “I’ll be back before you realise I’m gone.” Unlikely but you gave him a faint smile anyway.

And then he closed the door behind him. The lock banged in the frame the same way his heart banged in his chest as a sudden atrocious weight dropped heavily on his chest.     So that’s what being loved in return felt like? Like a permanent pressure, a painful yet intoxicating force constantly crushing your heart in fear that you might possibly break the one you love if you happen to fail them. God, how terrible it was and yet how exquisite.   Tears formed in Leon’s blue eyes and he glanced back at the door for a second, burdened with the most frightening task he had ever received, protecting your heart at all costs.  

And while you stood still behind that same door, terrified to never be able to spend time with Leon again, the man of your life was leaving, scared of love for the first time in his life.  

[reanimatedgoblin]

F.R.I.E.N.D.S › The One Where Christmas Isn't That Bad Word Count › 962 Relationship › Faelynn x Chandler Bing Rating › G Extra › takes place before we were officially together, but had a bit of a fling - that's all you really need to know.

Joey and Faelynn didn’t have anywhere to go for Christmas this year, their parents were visiting their uncle who lived in Florida, and none of the kids want to go with them, so they were stuck with Joey’s friends celebrating. It wasn’t the worst punishment ever, but Faelynn still wasn’t that close to any of them besides Chandler, who currently was the only one not complaining about being stuck with all of them on Christmas.

Faelynn had excused himself to the fire escape, all the noise has gotten a little overstimulating, and it was much quieter out there. He didn’t care that his parents decided not to do anything this year Christmas as their house was always someone a little too hectic for his liking, much too loud especially with their mother yelling over all the noise for people to shut up, he always ended up outside to calm down.

There was a layer of snow over everything with more falling, it was chilly but nothing that forced him back into the warm apartment. He was drawing a little pattern on the snow that gathered on the edge of the brick railing, squiggles and faces, the noise of the cars on the street below was oddly calming.

“Here’s where you ran off too” Chandler’s voice caused him to look up to see the man holding two mugs, he was handed one, the smell of chocolate hitting his nose “Monica made them from scratch, she told someone to go find you and Joey went to make sure you hadn’t snuck back to our apartment”

Faelynn made an ‘O’ with his mouth and nodded a bit “Thank you” he gestured to the cup “just got a bit loud in there for me” he took a sip, the warmth running through his body, it had a hint of peppermint to it - amazing, but he expected nothing less from Monica.

Chandler leaned on the edge looking out at the city with him, “Yeah… I think everyone’s just a little bummed that their planes were ruined, Monica’s handling it well, but she always does”

“What about you? Doesn’t your family do anything for Christmas?”

“Mine? No, we don’t celebrate any holiday together, dad and mom tried the first few years they were apart, but I think the fighting and name-calling was even worse than it was when they were together” he sighed softly, “so it’s better this way, not seeing them”

“Sorry… Christmas with my family was never that fun either”

“I can imagine the Tribbiani’s Christmas being chaotic”

“Oh, yeah, they aren’t that fun either… but I was talking about before then, with my biological family, I don’t think we went on holiday without dad shouting about something, or mom complaining about another thing, my brother and me always found our fun, and tried to keep our younger sister away from all of it”

“Oh… I guess you and Joey are so close, I forget that you weren’t with them, your whole life”

Faelynn smiled and shrugged, “I suppose this is pretty fitting for Christmas then” he looked back to see the group had seemed to calm down.

When he looked back at Chandler, he caught the man staring at him.

“What?”

“Nothing, you look pretty with snow in your hair,” he said before looking back to the city, leaving the other's cheeks warm.

“Shut up” he gives a small laugh.

Chandler straightened out and reached into his pocket “It’s nothing big so don’t get too excited” he handed the boy a neatly wrapped box “I also made Monica wrap it cause if I tried the whole thing would be a mess”

“Chandler, you didn’t have to get me anything…” Faelynn took the box, it was obvious Monica wrapped it by the neatly folded corners and evenly spaced folds.

“I saw it and I thought of you so, I had to get it” he put his hands in his pockets and waited for the boy to open it.

He fiddled with the box for a moment before ripping the paper off and opening the box that wrapping hid. A necklace with a subtle rainbow charm on it, you probably would notice it right away in passing. Fae took it out of the box, normally he wasn’t a jewelry person, besides the few fidget neckless and rings he had, and even then he didn’t wear them that often.

Chandler rubbed the back of his neck, “Ah, it's stupid I know, it’s fine if you don’t like it”

“No! No, I love it” he quickly said before offering a hug “thank you, it's beautiful Chandler” he pulled back and went to put it on.

“Here” he held out his hand and helped him put it on, so he didn’t have to struggle with the small latch.

Faelynn turned back around and kissed Chandler's cheek, before pulling back, for a moment he thought about kissing Chandler, however, he yanked back from the male when he saw Joey poke his head out the window.

“There you two are! Get inside Monica’s done with dinner” he said.

“K, Joe” Chandler said with an annoyed look, waving him off, which Joey happily did, eager for food.

“Thank you again” Faelynn smiled, giving a small peck to his lips before quickly “Not just for the gift, for spending time with me out here”

Chandler smiled and opened his mouth —

“Guy’s!!!!” Joey whined, “Common, Monica says I can’t eat till everyone's there!!”

Faelynn laughed a bit and looked at Chandler with a smile before moving to get back into the apartment through the window, the other following in after him. They both sat down.

Despite Christmas not going, how many people in the apartment wanting, for Chandler and Faelynn, it hadn’t gone so bad.