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Tangled Up

A/N: This was supposed to be uploaded yesterday but I am a lazy writer lol. So pretend like this is a little something from me to all of you for V-Day. Also, this is my first FRIENDS fiction and really did not see many Chandler fics so here it is. Honest feedback is welcomed :)

Summary: You just moved to Paris for work and one day bumps into your high school best friend Chandler. Seeing him desperately in search of a place to stay, you invite him to stay with you. You were already in a relationship but would the entry of your best friend change anything for you?

Pairing: Bi-sexual!Chandler Bing x fem!Reader

Genre: F.R.I.E.N.D.S!AU, Chandler!AU, angst, fluff, suggestive

Warnings: Swear words, mentions of sex, make-out, mention of alcohol, insecurity.

Word Limit: 2.5k

You were a woman in her late twenties who recently moved to the most beautiful city in the world, Paris. What could be more exciting to work for Gucci in the fashion capital itself? It had been a couple of months since you moved here, and Paris was nothing like your hometown Normandy. Sure both places were part of the territory of France but Paris was the city. Everything was fancy, different, and difficult.

Slowly and steadily, you were getting the hang of the big overwhelmingly serene city and one day you decided to explore a new restaurant that gave a perfect view of the river Seine while having your meal peacefully, You ordered yourself a bottle of white wine and chef’s special.

A familiar face approached your table with your wine, “Chandler?”

“Y/N?” he questioned.

The man was Chandler. Chandler Bing. He was one of your best friends from high school and you guys have not been in touch for the past six or some years.

“What are you doing here?” you asked.

“Umm, working.”

“I mean here in Paris?”

“I could ask you the same question Y/N,” you were confused at this attitude of his. But it was also true that Chandler could never answer any questions straight, this was him being classic Chandler.

“I work here, at Gucci. Isn’t that amazing? You tell me! I thought you were aspiring for uh… not a waiter I guess?”

He looked down at the floor in embarrassment and said, “I came here in Paris to get a new shot at life, I still am figuring out life.”

You asked him to join you at the table and you both started talking about the good old days when the only thing you had to worry about was school and stuff but now there are endless bills, a job, rent, appraisal, etc. You exclaimed, “I am surprised you still remember me.”

“Of course, I do, we were best friends. How can’t I?”

You sipped your wine and said “Well, because you were popular and certainly did not care about introverts like me. I mean we hung out a couple of times but still, you only talked to me when you had to copy notes or when you broke up with your girlfriends or boyfriends.”

Chandler chuckled awkwardly “and look where am I being popular and look at you! Having a real job in Paris and a decent place to live. Being popular couldn’t even get me a comfortable place to live.”

Even though you guys didn’t talk in a long time, he was your friend and you impulsively asked him to live with you as your roommate. It would be nice to have someone live with you in an unknown city who can also cook for you and crack you up with his witty jokes.

You put the offer in front of Chandler, and he was surprised as if you asked him for his kidney.

“Really? Would you be able to handle me as your roommate?”

“Handle you? What do you mean? What could you possibly do?” you questioned raising an eyebrow at him.

“Would you be able to keep your hands off your insanely hot roommate? Isn’t that against the rule or something?”

You scoffed, “Hot? You? Don’t think so highly of yourself Mr. Chandler Bing.”

You both chuckled and enjoyed a nostalgic meal by the river. Since then, Chandler was living with you, and it was blissful to have him back in your life.

One evening you came back home tired and all you wanted to do was relax on the couch, watch your favorite show, and eat something sugary. You opened the door and saw Chandler making out with an unfamiliar girl on the couch. As soon as you saw them you yelled “What the fuck Chandler?” and poor Chandler scared of you threw the girl off himself and she fell on the floor. Chandler quickly puts his shirt on while walking the girl out of the apartment.

“I am so sorry Y/N, by the way, this is Janice.”

The girl laughs in the most annoying way you have ever imagined and stretched her arm to introduce herself. You shake her hand and say “Bonsoir stranger, get out of my house. Au revoir.”

“Why is she so cold?” asked Janice while walking out of the door.

“I’ll explain it to you later baby, bye see you!” said Chandler.

“I told you not to bring girls over when I want the place to myself. And on the couch? Seriously? You have a room,” you complain.

“I could bring guys over if you want. I bet you’ll like that.” He winked at you smiling to himself. You groan at his response and go to your room slamming the door shut.

After a while, there’s a knock at your bedroom door, you open it and to your surprise see Chandler with hot sizzling brownies out right from the oven. You settled yourself in your bed with the brownies breaking the ‘no food in bed’ rule.

Chandler stands in front of you apologetically and says, “I am sorry, it won’t happen again.”

“No, it’s okay, I overreacted. I am PMS’ing and at work, I got yelled at by my boss. She doesn’t seem to like any of my ideas, and she even scolded me in front of my other colleagues.”

“I am sorry to hear that, but you are Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N. You show her that you are better than any of the other employees because I know you are, and I hope the brownies help with your PMS.”

He gently kissed the temple of your head and started walking out of your room. You ask him with a mouth full of brownies “Aren’t you gonna have these?”

“Nah I had a couple while baking. Do you need anything else? I am leaving for Janice’s place.” He asked before shutting your door.

You gave him a look and said “No, have fun!”

“Sure will!” he replied through the other side of the door.

On a lazy Sunday evening, you hopped on the couch where Chandler was watching television and put your head on his lap staring at the ceiling you shot a question at him casually, “Any plans for V-Day?”

“Nothing, why?” he replied.

You sat up straight to face and said, “Nah, I just wanted to know if you are doing anything because I am.”

“Going on a date? With me?” he smirked.

“Oh, you wish Chandler Bing.” You rolled your eyes and continued “of course, I am going on a date, with my boyfriend,” emphasizing the last phrase of the sentence.

“You have another man in your life that I didn’t know of?” he exclaimed.

“Okay drama queen, easy there. His name is Antoine, and you didn’t know because I was just looking for a fling but things serious and he asked me out on a real date. Additionally, I wanted to let you know that you can have the place all to yourself in case you want to invite any special somebody as I will be staying the night at his place.”

Chandler gave you a look from the side of his eyes and you just simply smiled.

Valentine’s Day finally arrived, not that you were a big fan of this day but you were in the city of love and you wanted to consume every square inch of love this city could give you. This was your first Valentine's Day in a city like Paris and you were genuinely excited. You wore a red bodycon satin dress revealing your sexy cleavage. You were feeling confident about your look and were deciding upon what shoes to wear until you heard a knock on the door.

“Who’s there, Chan?” you shouted from your bedroom.

Chandler opened the door and replied “A man with flowers” with a look of confusion on his face.

You came out of your bedroom looking chic and approached the man, both of them were startled to see you.

“Wow” exclaimed Chandler in awe under his breath.

Antoine became very conscious of Chandler’s reaction and looked at Chandler with apprehension. The air in the room was awkward but you turned it around by distracting your date giving him a peck on his lips and greeting him “Happy Valentine’s Day baby”

He kissed the back of your hand like a gentleman and gave you flowers. While you were putting the flowers in water the men introduced themselves to each other.

Chandler stretched out his arm saying “Hi, I am Chandler. I make jokes when I am uncomfortable.”

Antoine shook his hand and said “Bonjour! Chandler, what an unusual name.”

Chandler smiled at his response and added “Antoine what a usual name to find in Paris.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his sassy answer. That was your best friend Chandler who will not be embarrassed by anyone even if it meant putting your relationship at stake.

The introduction of your boyfriend to your roommate was not smooth and easy as you hoped for, but you did not want anything to ruin your romantic date.

You were in Antoine’s car as he has driving he held your hand with his free hand. The night was bright, and the city lights were gleaming with the glow of love in the air. You could see lovely couples walking sideways off the road holding hands and spending time with their loved ones. It was a sweet evening.

Out of the blue Antoine asked a question, “Why didn’t you tell me you had a roommate?” You could hear insecurity in his words. You dodged the question by saying “Today’s our day honey, let’s not talk about him tonight.”

Since that day, you three use to hang out together. Though Antoine questioned a couple of times about Chandler and your relationship and insisted you stay with him instead. But you always use to change the topic because no one could have that much control over your decisions. You were the one in charge.

One night Antoine was staying over for the night and you both were just talking about random stuff staring at the ceiling and holding hands.

Out of nowhere, Antoine asked a question in a serious tone “So, who’s the better lover? Chandler or me?”

You were surprised to hear that and could not understand where all this coming was from.

“I mean there is no chance that you guys haven’t slept together ever, I could the way he looks at you and the way you change when you are around him.”

You sit up straight and in an irritated voice ask him “Where is all this coming from? How could you even say that?”

You both got out of bed and started arguing and yelling at each other. You did not even know how from one thing you came to a completely different topic. Whilst fighting you both reached the living room and Chandler came out of his room hearing your voices.

You did not expect to see him tonight as he told you he was working late. You felt bad fighting in front of him and wanted to take the argument somewhere private.

“What’s happening, guys? Is everything all right Y/N?” he asked with a concerned look on his face.

“Antoine let’s talk inside our room and Chandler is it nothing just a normal couple argument, you can sleep.” You suggested.

Antoine interrupted “No no no, you stay right here, it is all happening because of you. So, tell me how’s it going huh?”

Chandler still could not understand anything and asked, “How’s what going?”

“You fucking my girlfriend” yelled Antoine.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” questioned Chandler.

“Antoine for god’s sake stop accusing my best friend like that. Mind your tone!” you shouted.

Antoine starts coming at you in a rage and yelling at you. Chandler did not like the way he was talking to you so he comes in between defending you putting Antoine at a distance. Furious Antoine tries to punch Chandler out of his way and they start getting physical. Antoine was attempting another punch at Chandler until you yelled at both of them.

“Get out of my house right now, Antoine,” you demanded “No one gave you the right to talk about Chandler this way. You are such a manipulative, possessive, and insecure person. Get out right now, it’s over!”

Those words came out of your mouth in so much anger that you could not even realize what you were saying. Antoine grabbed his things and walked out of the apartment slamming the door hard.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

You ignore him and go into your room. Chandler stood in the middle of the living room thinking about whether to go in your room to comfort you or not. He decides on the former and knocks on your door and as he comes inside he finds you sobbing.

“I am so sorry Y/N, I know it’s my fault. I was hanging out way too much with you guys. I can understand why he feels what he feels. I will talk to him first thing in the morning and will move out.”

You hold his wrist and say “don’t you see what’s happening? It’s not your fault. Since high school, it had always been you. You came back into my life and so did my buried feelings for you. It changed everything.”

“You like me?” questions Chandler in shock.

“Of course, you dumbass.”

“How come you never said anything to me before?”

“I was afraid about the way you would react, and I did not want to ruin our friendship. What if I scared you off?”

Chandler gently wipes off your tears and hugs you “I would have never judged you. Out of all the girls or boys you were different Y/N. I was naturally attracted to you…I still am.”

Your heart skipped a beat hearing those words. You look deep into Chandler’s eyes and have long eye contact until Chandler hesitantly initiates a kiss. That night a stupid, sarcastic, and clumsy best friend turned into an insanely hot roommate whom you could not resist. You instantly gave in and started kissing him back with equal passion and hunger.

The night turned into the best sex you have ever had in your entire lifetime. It was gentle yet passionate and you could feel a connection that you have never experienced before.

The sun poured through your window, and another day had dawned in your life bringing new hopes and aspirations in your life. As you open your blurry eyes from sleep you find Chandler gazing at you.

“Argh you are watching me sleep, it’s so creepy.”

“I don’t care, you look so adorable while sleeping.” He cupped your cheeks and planted a sweet kiss on your lips.

“I…” you were cut off by the doorbell and you wondered who could be there at your door this early in the morning.

“I got it” suggested Chandler and realizing he is naked jumped back into the bed.

You chuckled and put on your night robe while tossing him his clothes. You go and open the door and see Antoine standing in front of you with your favorite flowers meanwhile when you were processing your thoughts, Chandler comes from behind shirtless asking “Who’s there sweetheart?”

Chandler freezes at his position on seeing your ex-boyfriend at the door and it follows a pin-drop silence between the three of you.

A/N: oh my god, that is some serious mess. What do you guys think would happen now? tagging @mrstaylorswift because she loves friends as much as I do <3

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