#rachel leave ross be you deserve better

[coffeebooh]

rachel x phoebe is a ship for the big brained you wouldn’t understand…

[shitatcoping]

My (possibly) unpopular opinions on FRIENDS:

It doesn't really matter whether Ross and Rachel were on a break or not. Even if they had broken up , to sleep with someone else 3 hours later, go to alarming lengths to lie about it and then expect for your girlfriend to forgive you because of a technicality is INSANE.

Ross wasn't entirely right about Mark. Yes, he had feelings for her but Ross was convinced Rachel was going to cheat on him with her. But when Mark does end up asking her out, he says he didn't do it earlier BECAUSE she was with Ross. He was never trying to make her cheat on Ross with him.

Rachel and Phoebe's friendship deserves more appreciation. They thought of making another group together, they were roommates for a while and Rachel immediately believed Phoebe when she told her about Paolo.

Emily deserved better. (I know this is relatively popular but just in case it wasn't..) Her fiance said someone else's name at the altar, went on their honeymoon with that same person and then hung out with her every day after that. Now I know it must have been hard for Ross and Rachel to not be friends but it wasn't entirely unfair for her to expect Ross to cut ties and I don't like that the show demonised her for it.

Rachel and Joey wasn't a bad ship. I know people like Ross and Rachel together because they've always hinted they'd get back together at some point, but to say Joey and Rachel was forced doesn't make sense. Joey was legitimately in love with Rachel. They have the same sense of humour, they lived together for ages without too many hiccups. He was always there for her when she was pregnant. They were the epitome of friends to lovers. The chemistry was always there but people were too obsessed with Ross and Rachel to see it.

As always, feel free to disagree but be polite. Leave your unpopular opinions about F.R.I.E.N.D.S in the comments.

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[destinywitch]

That Way- Percy Jackson

Percy Jackson x reader, no use of Y/N

That way (percy jackson)

Percy Jackson is everything. He is a hero, a fighter and a savior. But most importantly, he is your best friend. Your loyal, kind, funny and reckless best friend, who would do anything for you. He carried the sky because of you, fought Kronos with you and risked his life for you. Because you are friends. 

Oh how that word hurt. The world thinks that you are friends. They do not know about the dimples when he smiles, or about the slight freckles on his face in the sun, or how he always become more vivid around the sea. They don’t know about the boy who shows up at your cabin in need of comfort after a nightmare, or how he calms you down when anxiety hits. How he noticed every single habit and pet peeve you had. How you both looked at each other with so much love. 

And they also do not know about the Percy that sneaks out just to see you in your cabin so he can listen to you. The same Percy who was there with you, being a good friend.

“You are so wrong! They loved each other, seaweed brain! That’s why it was so hard for her to let go” You explained. 

“But it didn’t matter if they were on a break! He cheated, she should have slapped him in the face!!” Percy whined. “It’s ridiculous, why would she put herself in that position?”

He complained. 

“You really don’t know anything about love do you?” You laughed at his antics. Rachel loved Ross, that is why she couldn’t seem to leave him, but Percy refused to understand. It was completely immature, but you felt proud of his little feminist moment. And you couldn’t help noticing how passionate his face become when he started to talk about how Rachel deserved better. You smiled at Percy, feeling your heart flutter a little bit every time he looked at you. You gazed into his ocean eyes, noticing how they had waves, just like the actual ocean. 

Suddenly, a white pillow hits your face.

“Ouch” You whine. “You are sooo dead Jackson”

“Sorry, but you were starring”

“I was gazing!”

“It’s creepy”

“It’s romantic”

You blushed, trying to see his reaction. Why wasn’t he acting like you flirted with him, were your feelings not returned, did he think of you in a platonic way? You felt the tears start burning, but before you could even move, he said

“You call that romantic? No wonder why your crush doesn’t take a hint” Your crush didn’t take hint, because if he did, he would know you talked about him every time that you mentioned that your crush made you feel like home, or when you talked about his beautiful eyes and smile, or even when you attempted to flirt. Your heart sank a bit with his answer. Why didn’t he love you the way you love him?

“What would you do if you wanted your crush to notice?” You asked, trying to hide the heartbreak.

“Well, for starters, I would look them in the eye.” He said, turning to face you. “Then, I would do this” He said, leaning in. Before you could process what happened, his lips were already touching yours. He tasted like saltwater, but his soft lips felt like home.

“That is a terrible strategy” You said, blushing while trying to hide a smile. 

“Do one better then” He teased.

“Alright, I would simply be direct. Percy, i like you” 

“Really? That’s it?” He smirked. 

“No, then I would kiss him” I said, pulling him in again.

“Okay your strategy is definitely better” He smiled. “But I don’t think you appreciated my strategy enough. I have to do it one more time so you can really absorve it” 

“Yeah I agree, I should definitely try again” You smiled at his antics, while pulling him in again. 

The world didn’t know about that Percy, your Percy. 

[they-reap-what-we-sow]

20 questions for writers

thank you for the tag @fanfictiongreenirises I finally managed to finish a tag game!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

168- with 44 podfics and the rest are regular fics!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

346,848. unfathomable number who is she where did she come from

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Batman (Batfam) my love my life, but 9-1-1 is a close second with one-offs for a lot of my other passing interests.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Floppy Bird - crack fic that was meant to be an angst fic that I never understood why people liked so much asfhjs

cocoa on a cold night - a classic timby holiday fic that I wrote in the middle of summer, talk about environmental storytelling

secrets un(revealed) - the only purposeful long fic I've ever written, and also the most trope mashing I've ever done with reverse robins, magical realism au, and delicious delicious miscommunications (in my head the only fic that deserves to be in the top five :wheeze: )

Eggshells - vent fic alert !! very embarrassing that people like this I try not to think about it ":)

taking the blade (for you and yours) - a round robin fic written with the server and CHOCK full of Damian suffering.

5. Do you respond to comments?

NO PICTURES. NO COMMENT. I DONT KNOW HOW TO READ.

no jk jk I really really try to but once I start getting behind it's just a whole spiral. these days I have a better chance of replying to a comment on an old fic than a brand new one because I dont want leave them half replied

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

any of my death fics probably? I think with DC a death is a little more inconsequential than other fandoms just because of how often it's unpermanent, so as a concrete answer, I'll say for you (i would cross the line). nothing quite like parental grief.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

happy ending wink-wonk or XD

probably Who The Hell Is Red Hood? - I've done things there with growth and healing that DC HQ would shudder to imagine

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not regularly, thank everything, but the one controversial three-some I posted needed comment regulation lmao

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes and uh, the kinky kind? idk take a look for yourselves I guess

10. Do you write crossovers?

Yes, and they're ALWAYS unserious- Buck from 9-1-1 dating Emma from Friends (yes Ross and Rachel's kid) anyone?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Uh, not by a person? as far as I know? but I have found my fic on those like, document websites??? which is weird lmao just read them on your phones guys not everything needs to be uploaded

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

weee yes! round robin my beloved, and also every fic @canonicallyshort and I have written in our threads. those count. to me. emotionally.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

I WILL GO DOWN WITH MY MULTISHIP (which really means I'm never going down at all) but really I dont think I will ever get over Merthur... or Buddie... or- you see what I mean?

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

oh god I have so many wip that I am holding out hope for but my biggest WIP is an unpublished hellhole affectionately entitled "Death Pit" by everyone who is working on it- most notably because it features a literal Death Pit, every horror, angst, whump, and trauma trope you can think of, and a cast of characters and a plot thread so long we have 20+ page outline documents that aren't even fully updated... I shudder to think what will become of it one day, I imagine sentience isn't very far off

16. What are your writing strengths?

why is this an interview question. I dont know my strengths really?? um. I have good ideas, that one I'll say. execution is a different story (likely one that will never get told. like the rest of my good ideas)

I also think I do fairly well with scene descriptors. I really like to set a scene because I'm seeing a movie in my head and you all should too!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I'm down to clown globally! I dont like to use google translate though, so if im writing in another language it's only because SOMEONE on the server is a native speaker and can vouch for my text.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

oh god one direction. head in hands. it was an 'adopted by 1d' fic that I made my mom beta, and turned it in to my 6th grade English teacher as my creative writing assignment. then I made a poem about it. then I wrote a song about it. thankfully it never got published and is trapped in the cursed purple file folder it was 'hidden' in since 7th grade. my first published fic was almost 7 years later with a Gomens fic!

20. Favourite fic you've written?

AHh um. favorite child scene here, but top contenders include: lithium + 5 for its graphic design and medical accuracy, fiery veins on speechless days for its emotional whump that makes me hurt every time I reread it, [PODFIC] wither on the shore which is not a fic I wrote but one of my favorite podfics of @silk-scarlet-ribbons 's works.

tagging (if you wish to participate!) @canonicallyshort @silverandsunflowers @selkienight60 @crows-murder

[insanelydeadlybookcollector]

Soooo now you've watched all of S1-4, when do you think Mondler startted fancying each other? Like, specifically for each of them? Do you think it was always there, or on and off? I count you as the internet's Mondler expert so I'm v interested to hear your thoughts! x

First off, thank you. That's really sweet. This is a huge question and I want to do it justice. Let me know if this makes any sense.

We'll start with Chandler.

I think Chandler has had a crush on Monica almost the entire time he's known her. It might have started as simple friendship but somewhere in those early years as they teased Ross he realised she laughed at all of his jokes and have him all of his attention. No one has ever done that for him before.

I think it happened slowly for him but he's always been aware of it. He knows the reason he doesn't like doesn't like her dates, and even Rachel at the beginning, because she deserves better and she doesn't see him. He tolerates them, of course, and won't say anything about them not being good enough, she deserves better than that. But he can't help but wonder if he'd be better for her than Paul and Alan and Fun Bobby.

Chandler has always found himself dating women that are similar to Monica and that's no accident. He has a type, yes, but it's not strong confident brunettes, it's her. He might not doing consciously and I don't think there's any malicious intent, but every woman he dated reminds him of Monica a little and that's why he's attracted to them and why it won't ever work. Look at Janice and Joanna's personalities and Kathy's haircut.

So, from the beginning he's been aware of his crush on her. It comes and goes, flaring up again when she's hurt or upset or wants to spend time with him above anybody else. He won't ever do anything about it, doesn't want to ruin their friendship, he's never had a family like this one and losing Monica would be the worst in itself but it would also mean losing everyone else. But sometimes he wonders if they could cross the line, if he could put his arm around her on the chair and know it meant something, if he could make certain she would never cry again because of some loser date. Sometimes he wonders if he should be feeling this way, if she can see it, if she might ever feel the same way, and every so often he'll offer him himself, but until London she hadn't taken him seriously.

I think having him crush on her for most of preMondler without intending on doing anything about it most of the time (I don't want to taint those beautiful friendship moments) makes things like Chandler adamantly believing they're "meant to be together" make sense and justify why he thought London was "the most romantic night if his life" and was so upset that it wasn't them finally admitting to themselves they felt something more in The Truth About London.

Monica's a little more difficult.

She definitely had a crush on him the first time she met him. She undoubtedly thought he was attractive and funny and the first person who really, even off-handedly believed in her. Of course he ruined that with a hurtful frat comment and she tried to hate him. And it was easy when he wasn't in her life, but seeing him again made her heart race.

And then she cut off his toe. She's not sure how, but that's when they became friends. Clearly, he was embarrassed by it, but he never blamed her. He would laugh about being teased at school, not sure how his friends had found out, and roll his eyes over the table at her at her doofus brother and it was nice to have someone agree with her that he wasn't God's gift like he thought he was. It was nice to have a friend like him, easy to talk to and constant.

She had thought something might happen between them when she told him the apartment across from her was for sale. She knew it was expensive, it wasn't passed down from a family member, so she thought maybe there was another reason he'd taken it. They had dinner together and walked each other to work and shared their lunch breaks in local cafes and played pool in the bar but nothing had ever happened. They teased and they touched in the most intimate ways, his fingers on the bare skin of her arm when he wanted her attention, but nothing ever eventuated. She started thinking maybe he didn't feel the same.

So her crush for him lay dormant for years. A few times it reared its head, always at the wrong time. She would see him running lines with Joey, playing with Ben, listening to Phoebe talk about her grandmother and her heart would just clench, stopping for a second because she saw him. She saw who he was and what he was capable of and Aurora didn't see it and no one else seemed to want it. It wasn't a crush so much as it was love for him and all he does silently for his friends but because so much time had past and nothing had ever happened, she brushed it aside as anything but what it was.

There were times when she would think he was teasing in the daylight but moonbeams and streetlights shining through her window would make her see the shadows on his face when she thought about the way she had snapped or laughed when she rejected him. In those hours she worried that what she was feeling was that old crush coming back and not merely concern for her friend. She worried he would stop asking and she worried that she didn't want him to.

She had even thought, giddily, that the night they had kissed at Joey's party would eventuate into something more. She often lay awake with the ghost of his lips on hers, his tongue tasting hers and wondered how the universe could be so cruel as to not let him remember it.

It was on their trip home from the beach when he sat on the opposite side of the cab that Monica realised it might be more than merely friendship. He didn't want to touch her, didn't want to press his shoulder against hers or let her rest her head on him and it hurt, deep in her soul, wondering if he would ever offer himself to her again and vowing she would say yes the next time he did. But he'd dropped the subject, she'd asked him to play cards but he didn't out and out ask her the way he had a few days prior and she did her best to let him know she would say yes but she's not certain he got the message.

And then came Kathy. She'd never seen him like that, desperate to be loved by the woman he thought he lived, worried he was hurting his friend. And then doing everything he could to make sure she stayed in his life once they were together. While they were together she had worried that Chandler would leave her, move out to Hollywood to be with this woman who didn't love him back but it was worse after they broke up. He had no time for her and she had no time for him with work and the wedding and giving Rachel advice and taking care of Phoebe and she was mad that he'd won her apartment. They were further than ever before from each other. But then he'd look across the table and hand her part of the paper, or host a pretty good party, or barge into her personal space like he always would and everything was normal, the same as it always was. She's not sure who initiated it but they started spending more time together than ever before. She'd come over for breakfast and he'd plant himself on on the same chair as her when she watched a movie to relax. They made sure they had time just the two of them like they always had, sitting side by side on the orange lounge before everyone else joined them in Central Perk.

Only she knew things now. She knew that he loved fiercely and desired loyalty and was near and tidy and determined. He fought for what he wanted in little ways and protected himself by closing off from everyone but her. She knew he went weeks simply cuddling with a girlfriend and was both so truthful and so good in bed a girl came rushing over to thank her for the lesson she'd given him, not that it really mattered. It was things she already knew, mostly, but maybe the first time she'd seen them all at once.

She'd realised then, somewhere late in season four that he need for him to not be sad, to always be on her team, to sit beside her and help her with groceries, it was more than friendship and she wanted to know where it could lead. And she decided she would once they got back from London.

In short, they've both always had a crush, there's always been something magnetic between them. Chandler's always known but tried to fight it, tried to hide it because he thinks she deserves better, and Monica let her crush get burried under her career and her desire to value his friendship above everybody else's. But she'd always felt it too. And I genuinely think one or both of them would have acted on it in season five even if London didn't happen.

[creedslove]

i am VERY late to the party, but here are my thoughts on ... and just like that:

samantha: i'm probably the only one in the world who didn't miss her at all. i liked her on the original show despite her flaws like all of the girls, because none of them are perfect and they have the power of making us hate and love them depending on the episode.

however, i feel like samantha's arc has already been explored through 6 seasons and 2 movies. what else is there to show about her? hormone therapy? done. samantha in love with a guy who treats her like shit? done. samantha dating a younger guy for a while and then proving herself to be impossible to have a long term relationship? done. dating a woman? done.

i also think the idea of having her fall out with carrie an interesting idea. a lot of people in our lives come and go, even the ones we always thought would be with us, it is just part of life, but they could definitely have come up with a better excuse than that.

i also believe if a second season ever happens, there's a big chance of samantha returning, i know about the fight between the two actresses but everyone's got a price, and if she does come back, i'm sure they'll use her cancer being back as the reason why she pushed everyone away.

carrie: big's death broke my heart in a way no other fictional character has ever done. i was just finishing the second movie marathon when the first episode was released and i swear i got upset for two straight days. not only it did break my heart to think of a charming, handsome and seductive man like big dying, but i've felt so betrayed to have engaged into nearly 20 years of their love story while i binge watched the show in a few months to have them end like that??? seriously???

after the first two episodes, i was hoping the show would keep its quality, as it began emotional and full of positive points, and then i had to suffer through lots of episodes of carrie having to deal with rich people problems like selling one fancy apartment and buying another one worth millions of dollars.

i know they had the intention of showing all the stages of grief and all of that, but honestly, carrie showed more sadness when she lost her pair of manolos in a party than when her husband big died.

miranda: i gotta admit miranda has always been my favorite, and i defend her whenever necessary so if you are team steve you can just skip this text. that being said, here we go:

WHY ON EARTH WERE PEOPLE SO SURPRISED WHEN MIRANDA WAS UNHAPPY AND WANTED TO DIVORCE?!

like, did these people all watch the same series i did? because well, bear with me for a second:

miranda had a baby she never wanted, with a man she never wanted and had to leave her life behind in the city to live in a house she never really liked, and then 20 years later people start wondering why she is so unhappy with a husband she is no longer in love or attracted to and the cute little baby grew into a gross teenage boy with zero respect.

miranda always wanted more and i think she deserved better than steve. i know he is a nice guy, a great father and all of that, but it is clear to me she never really loved him, maybe she did as friend and partner but not a flaming passion to shake her to her core. they had a lot of affection and respect for each other because of brady but overall her sudden passion for him in season 4 or 5 i dont remember exactly was mainly because of his fatherhood skills as she realized she needed a lot of help with raising a baby. and of course the crazy jealousy she felt when he was happily dating another woman is such a tv show cliche of feeling territorial of another person (pretty much like ross and rachel from friends whenever ross met someone new and rachel suddenly decided she still loved him)

personally, i've always envisioned miranda as a lesbian/bisexual so i was so excited at the perspective of her getting in a non-straight relationship, and that leads us to another *very* delicate point of the show:

che diaz!!!!

i have nothing against che diaz, and to be honest the internet made them out to be a lot worse than they really were on the show. of course there were things i thought that we're either too much or food dumb, like the fact che has absolutely no personality other than smoke weed and remind everyone every five seconds they are a comedian. for example in big's funeral, did everybody really think it is normal and accepted a person smoke weed and offer it to a minor?! not to mention the stand up comedy show episode, it was one if the worst and second hand embarrassing things i've ever watched in my entire life, and i don't understand why a person so intelligent like miranda could be so impressed by a character so shallow and poor-developed like that. i mean, if she had fallen in love with her beautiful, smart and bad ass professor, i would have totally understood her, but che? meh

though it is nice miranda is experimenting and opening herself to new experiences. the fingering in the kitchen scene while her friend in need was just like there, a few feet away, was not cool at all!!!

i don't care much about the cheating part, as steve was the first one to cheat on her in the movie, and unlike miranda who was in love with che, he did it only for sex, which is a very shallow reason to betray the person you claim to love.

when they had their divorce talk, steve had a great point that i have to agree with: miranda always says he is not enough for her but runs back to him when she feels insecure. i really hope she won't do that, for her sake and also steve's even if it is obvious her relationship with che will never work because che is pretty much the non binary version of a fuckboy.

charlotte: she got the best husband in the whole wide world and there's absolutely no argument about it.

i also love charlotte has absolutely the most embarrassing scenes and it was amazing to see her as a mom and dealing with her kids and how different they are from each other and also from what she expected them. lily blossomed into a beautiful teen and her tampon saga was hilarious, the scene she walked on her mom about to give harry a bj and she was still innocent to believe in her mom's dumb excuse was adorable to be honest.

however, the whole rose/rock arc was so poorly developed and rushed, it simply ended up seeming a shallow fit a spoiled teenager would throw in order to get attention, especially after the whole trouble charlotte went through to organize her bar mitzvah and rock simply refused to go and do her part. they could have developed that in so many ways, and instead, they wasted time with lisa todd wexley who added NOTHING to the story other than being another rich mom. i mean, her kids are not even charlotte's kids' friends, why is she even there?

but overall, charlotte's development is the best one through the show and the movies, and i have a soft spot for kristin davis because she dated liev schreiber in the early 2000s

[sit-communist]

My hand slipped.

Oops Innit.

Mondler

Based on TOW the birth. Also posted on Ao3.

"I don't want to wait, I want a baby now!" Monica cried into Chandlers chest.

"Well, I uh.. I can't say I'm the best option, but.." He looked down at her, gave her an ackward smile, unsure of why he extended the same offer twice in one day.

He was trying to help, but all he could see on her face was hurt. "Chandler, sometimes I wish you wouldn't make everything into a joke". She said in a defeated tone as she pushed herself away from him.

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A couple of hours later, everyone except Ross was sitting in the waiting room, Chandler just made a quip only he laughed at, and Phoebe is the one who scolds him this time.

"Chandler, not everything is a joke."

"I'm not always joking." Chandler replies defensively, staring at Phoebe for a beat too long. Then as the conversation continues around him, he glances at Monica, catching her eye and trying to convey how sorry he is for being the reason she was hurting.

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As they left Ross in the room with his newly formed, highly dysfunctional family, Chandler felt jealousy, then guilt. He knew it was wrong, but Ben had people who wanted him around. He never had that feeling as a child, he wasn't sure he had it as an adult either.

Ross had always been there for him, but now he had more important things to worry about. Joey wasn't likely to have kids anytime soon, not intentionally anyway, but Chandler had always felt that Joey only stuck around because he helped him out so much financially. When Joey inevitably had his break, he would leave.

That left Monica, the only other person in the world he had let himself open up to.

Chandler looked across the waiting room at her, she was smiling and hugging herself, looking distant, lost in her thoughts. He figured she was picturing some muscular guy named Heath loading up the carseat in the back of their honda civic, taking family trips to Central Park, the zoo, or to see her parents.

There was that guilty jealousy again.

Chandler looked down at the floor and wondered what it would be like to not exist. If anyones life would be worse, if anyones life would be better. He buried his head in his hands and pulled at his short brown hair, trying to escape the sensation washing over him. The familiar dread of neverending loneliness. He started scratching harder at his scalp, willing the pain to bring him back to reality.

He felt a hand on his shoulder and he instinctively jerked away. But he looked up and there was Monica, taking the seat beside him and placing her hand back on his shoulder, gentler this time.

"You ok?" She asked with concern in her eyes.

Chandler tried to bring his wall up as quickly as he could, hoping she didn't see the emotions he had just been holding back.

"I'm great." He smiled and hoped it didn't look as fake as it felt. "It's been a long day, you ready to go home?"

She offered him a small smile in return and nodded.

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Laying in bed that night, Chandler asked himself how serious he really was about what he offered Monica. He had always been willing do anything for his friends, he felt he had to do what they wanted or they might leave. So when it had popped into his mind, his action was swift, though he was sure it came out sarcastic. But now, he wondered if he could offer her that. No, if he could offer anyone that.

Wait.

He sat up in his bed and did his best to look at himself sideways. Why did feel like a different question when he took Monica out of the equation? It felt scarier, more foreign. He raised his eyebrows at himself. 'It could be that she's my friend, she's important to me, I care about her happiness, yeah that must be it.' He started nodding to himself as his thoughts continued. 'Of course I care about her happiness, I love her. She's an amazing person, she deserves everything she wants, she deserves... she deserves Heath.' Chandler hung his head a little, that guilty jealousy was there again. How could he be jealous of a nonexistant person? Of something he didn't even want? He didn't see Monica like that. She certainly didn't see him like that. 'No, it must just be the family that I want, the stability.' He shook his head before throwing himself back so he was laying down again and fought for another two hours of sleep.

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A week full of poor nights sleep later, Chandler sat on Monicas couch, his feet on the coffee table, his eyes drifting shut. Ross had just left, he had brought Ben, which meant Carol and Susan were also here, apparently most mothers don't want to leave their babies right away. Rachel was at work. Monica was cleaning, of course. He could hear her scooting the chairs in small increments so they would all be square with the table. He smiled softly to himself, he didn't understand why everyone else thought her neurotic habits were annoying, he thought it would be nice to have a clean house all the time.

Wait, what?

She bumped the side of his knee with her elbow which made him open his eyes and look at her.

"Either start helping, or go home." She practically barked, standing over him.

He shot her a confused look. "I thought you didn't like the way other people clean?"

She averted her gaze, busying herself by fluffing the pillow next to him. "I do." She said firmly, then after a pause she added, more timidly, "But I don't mind as much when you're the one helping".

Chandler didn't even try to hide the soft smile that grew on his lips. "Anything for you, Mon."

He got up and started gathering dirty plates and cups, bringing them to the kitchen, she followed him around the room, he could hear her picking up the coasters and then placing them away, in order. He chuckled to himself because he clearly couldn't hear that last part, but he was sure it was happening.

"What?" She asked, coming up beside him and starting the hot water so she could wash the dishes.

He realized she had heard his chuckle and tried to come up with something quick but drew a blank, a rarity for him. "I just think it's endearing how crazily organized you are." He went for honesty with a lopsided grin on, well, on the side.

"CRAZY?" Her eyes went wide and her head cocked to the side.

"NO!" He tried to back track. "No, no, no. I didn't say crazy, I didn't say that at all!" How did he always say the wrong thing?

Monica broke into fits of laughter. He let out a breath and a nervous chuckle, but as he watched her laugh he couldn't help but wear a genuine smile. He realized it wasn't endearing, it was cute. 'Oh god, did I just say Monica was cute?' His nervous chuckle came back as her laughter finally died down.

He backed away from the dishes and mumbled "I've uh, I gotta go, uh.. GROCERIES! I need to get groceries."

"But Chandler, you never have food at your apartment." She said with a puzzled look on her face.

"Don't you think I should fix that?" He asked as he backed into the closed door. "I should have food for me there because I live there and I don't live here". 'If I just keep talking, she won't notice' he told himself. Then, fumbling with the knob behind him, "So see you later, Monica, Mon.. yyyou." He shut the door and ran down the stairs as fast as he could, well, until he couldn't breathe anymore, which as it turns out is only a fight and a half. She wasn't following him anyway. As he walked slowly down the rest of the steps, his feet feeling heavier than usual, he realizes he wanted her to follow him. He wanted her to care, in the way he cared. He realized he was screwed.

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Chandler avoided her for a week and a half. Getting up insanely early to make sure he was gone to work before she was up, spending hours locked in his room silently so not even Joey would know he was home, only going to the coffee house on nights he knew she was working, all it did was give him more time to think. On Thursday afternoon, a day she always worked, he strolled into the coffee house. Glancing at their area, it looked empty. 'Great, more alone time, maybe I can think about the way her hair smells some more.' He ordered his coffee and turned to sit down when he caught a whiff of her shampoo and he knew he must have imagined it.

"Chandler?" Her voice, soft and timid, came from behind him.

Fake smile slathered on, he turned around. "Hey Mon! How are ya?"

"Not great, one of my best friends is avoiding me, and I don't know why." She deadpanned.

'It's not fair to her, it's not her fault you're in love with her.' He inwardly scolded himself for his cowardess.

He let out a deep sigh. "I've sort of..." His voice failed, his breath becoming more ragged as he tried again. "I seem to have developed.. feelings".

"Feelings?" Her eyebrows were as high as they could possibly go. "Feelings about what?"

Strangely, he felt a moments calm, and that reflected in his voice when he said "About you."

He was wrong, her eyebrows could go higher. "What? Is this a joke? You've known me for years and now you decide to look at me? When did this revelation occur?" She was yelling and people were watching but for the first time in his life he didn't care about all the strangers or what they thought.

"Since the day Ben was born" He replied simply.

She stood still, her stare boring into his eyes. Then she hit him in the arm. "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!?"

Now it was his eyebrows turn to rise. "What?"

She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again before leaning forward and crashing her lips against his. He stood in shock, unable to kiss her back right away. She placed her hand on his cheek, grounding him in the moment, then he brought his hand up to the back of her neck, slotting his fingers through the hair at the base of her ponytail.

When they tore apart, Monica laid her forehead against his. "I've looked at you differently since you made that offer. I was sure you were joking, but I couldn't help but think about what it would be like. I sat in bed that night thinking about how it would feel to kiss you. Then when you were helping me clean, I tried to tell you, but you just left. If you weren't such an idiot, we would have been doing this two and a half weeks ago, all you had to do was talk to me." Her voice was now at a volume only the two of them could hear.

"I am an idiot." Chandler said with a smile.

"You're my idiot."

[theonethatwatchesalotofshows]

Yes there is a deleted scene with Andie on YouTube.

https://youtu.be/ue5tNvfVqdM

This is the link, although you’ve probably seen it.

The writers wanted the show to end with Joey going to Paris but the network didn’t. So they asked Kevin Williamson, the creator of the show to come back and resolve the triangle. He wrote the first part of the 2 parter with a Dawson/Joey ending in mind. That’s why he brought back Andie for Pacey but then realized she would be, in his words, “a consolation prize” and ended the series with a Joey/Pacey endgame after being witness to Katie and Josh’s chemistry.

I love that Jen and Jack got more screen time but I really hate that they killed off Jen off to further a stupid love triangle. Kevin Williamson said that he gave Jen a a baby because he always wanted Jack to be a dad. Even her baby was meant to give someone else their happy ending. As for the love triangle, I didn’t care for it and found contrived and overdone. While I think Pacey is a better option for Joey, the writers didn’t put in much work to have her end up with anyone. Joey and Pacey’s speeches to eachother felt unearned. I also didn’t like Joey kept bringing up Dawson during the speech where she was telling Pacey she loves him but the writers did it because they didn’t want to give he choice away. It was annoying. The “platonic soulmate” thing felt like a copout because the writers had build DJ up to be this epic thing. Nevertheless, I didn’t mind it with Jen and Jack.

More thoughts:

I really hated that Pacey was sleeping with a married woman. The show never addressed this behavior. It’s like they glossed over it because “he has a heart of gold.”

Also annoyed that the framed photo on Dawson’s desk didn’t include Jack and Andie.

I preferred Pandie’s interactions to PJs because Pacey (and Dawson) use Joey as an emotionless crutch. Like Joey constantly has to stroke their egos and make them less insecure. What I like about Andie is that she gives out practical advice while employing the “tough love” tactic. When Pacey was failing school she made it clear she won’t come to his pity party and sternly told him that he’s smart. She also helped him study.

Whenever they do the tough love thing with Joey it doesn’t work. A great example is when, when she told Pacey that he asks for people to leave. It wasn’t fair, because he begged her to stay. The narrative never acknowledged when Joey was in the wrong, because of her Mary-Sue status.

Hi anon! Yeah I've seen the scene and it was so good! And I guess it really makes sense that they were orginally writing a Dawson x Joey endgame and wanted Pacey to end up with Andie because of the way he looks at her when he sees her. But I guess they caved to the bigger and louder fanbase.

Jen deserved so much better and I have already ranted about it I think. While her dying and her video to her daughter were heartbreaking, to think that even as it was dying the only thing she wished for was that Joey chooses between Dawson and Pacey... like come on. If that was the whole point she didn't have to die at all! It's a stupid reason to kill off a character. And wow I didn't know that the reason they made her a single mother was to give Jack a child! That's so weird! Jen is literally always serving to other characters while they treat her as an outsider it's so unfair!

Hmm I don't necesseraly agree with you that the "platonic soulmate" ending was bad. I feel like originally the writers intended Dawson and Joey to be this epic Ross and Rachel-esque love story but they soon found out that the actors lacked the chemistry. They wrote themselves into a corner with them. They had constant back and forth will they won't they and it was clearly leading up to them being endgame but then they changed their plan last minute because, again, they caved to the louder and bigger fanbase.

But I like the idea in the end that they are just "platonic soulmates" and that there's more than one type of soulmate. In the end Dawson finally accepted it and moved on and let their best friends be happy. But true Jen and Jack are a better representation of platonic soulmates. Their friendship and connection feels more genuine and natural.

I didn't mind Pacey sleeping with a married woman that much because it gave us that Jacey kiss on Gale's wedding. It reminded me of that moment in Gossip Girl when Nate and Serena kissed to make the Dutchess Catherine jealous. However what I missed in that moment was seeing some kind of reaction from Dawson. I mean they were supposed to be a love triangle!

That framed picture should have includes Andie and Jack but then again, this version of the finale pretends Andie doesn't exist.

That is so true what you said about the "tough love" that Andie shows to Pacey! It's one of the reasons I prefer them to Pacey and Joey! Andie never babies Pacey. Maybe that's why she is ultimately the one that changed him. Whenever Pacey is feeling bad about himself she says: "no, I am not going to come to your pity party" and it works! It reminds me of Rory's attitude with Jess. "Don't give me that 'I'm so misunderstood' Kurt Cobain-y crap, you're much stronger than that!" and it also worked! Meanwhile Joey always feels the need to stroke Dawson's, Pacey's and even Eddie's fragile egos.

I honestly don't remember the moment you're talking about when Joey told Pacey that he wants people to leave.

[shebeafancyflapjack]

What She Needs

Quick EOTB (not a) drabble for @cecret-with-c . This should make up for me clearly not finishing my other whump fic by the weekend as I’d hoped.

This stinks!

For that matter, when did the waves outside get so rough and loud? It’s as if every sound in this little corner of paradise he created has been amplified for his annoyance, right down to the mice scurrying around in the walls who only came out to help carry a lost remote or dropped earring.

No matter how what position he lays in, no matter how much he tosses and turns, he can’t seem to get himself comfy. It makes no sense! He made sure to summon the most desirable sofa, specifically for human napping, as he knew it would be used as Eleanor’s second bed as much as sitting to watch TV. Neither of them had any issues with it before so why was it so hard for him to get to sleep now?! Why did the pillows suddenly feel so damn lumpy?

Maybe sleeping on the couch was always this difficult. He can’t say he ever did it before. Ever since he learned how to sleep, it was always with Eleanor, in her bed. Sometimes they would take the occasional nap on the sofa together, curled up in front of a movie or spent after a day of simulated adventures. She took many a snooze on here during those early weeks, where she’d be buried underneath a blanket, clinging to one of the cushions like a shield while Michael pottered around her, trying to create as calm and normal an atmosphere as possible. Perhaps she found it as awkward as he did now, but was too frightened (and mute) to complain?

Oh, stop it, Mikey. Stop trying to rationalise this. 

He knew the reason he was truly so alert. The same reason he had been exiled to the couch in the first place.

“Are you just not gonna talk to me for the whole weekend then?” He asks once they’ve made it through the threshold and she’s still storming ahead.

He makes sure to scan the area, ensure the soundproofing is on, never too careful if one of his coworkers has followed to spy on them.

“Yep!” Eleanor snaps back before realising her mistake; “Oh...fork, that didn’t count!”

“Oh, c’mon, I said ‘my bad’! What more do you want?”

“Cockroaches, dude! You called me and my friends ‘cockroaches’ - you really don’t get why that pisses me off?!” She turns and rounds on him.

Maybe she, too, had been waiting until they were out of demon-sight to rage at him.

Michael raises his hands; “I did not say that!”

“Oh so your exact words weren’t ‘you guys are like cockroaches’?!” She quotes him, lowering her voice to badly imitate him.

He waves his hand.

“Yes, but I wasn’t...I wasn’t trying to insult you. Chidi asked me a straight question, I gave him a straight answer...Which happened to be a metaphor!” He tried to defend, stepping through the foyer of the beach house.

Eleanor was already on her way into the kitchen to grab a can of J.D and coke.

“Look, he asked me if I knew why I was struggling with understanding some of the things in his class and I was just trying to say, as an immortal being, I am technically superior to the rest of you...Your species!” He corrects himself as soon as she turns to scowl at him; “And I tried to put that into perspective for him! How it feels for me, a creature with unfathomable abilities and has been around since the dawn of time, to have to be taught lessons from a creature like him - a tiny, fragile, mortal species whose only existed for a tiny blink in all eternity.”

“And the first thing that came to mind...was a cockroach?!” 

Oh, she really is pissed about this.

He took a breath and tried to move closer, his hands out.

“Babe, c’mon now. You know I’d never mean to call you anything like that. It was just a force of habit, it’s how they would explain our jobs to use in Torturing 101.” He tries to tell her, his palm hovering near her elbow as she swigged her drink; “Old habits die hard but I’m trying my best, you know that, right?”

She meets his eyes, the sternness in her brow weakening a little, he can see. There’s a twinge in her lips as she refuses to melt.

“Old habits seem to be alive and well this week, man. Especially when you made Chidi’s writing come off the wall and attack him, just because he corrected you on Consequentialism!”

“Come on! You laughed at that!”

“No, Jason did! I...wanted to but resisted, which is what you should be learning to do! Stop lashing out at Chidi whenever he gives you the slightest bit of negative feedback, he’s only trying to help - which he keeps doing even though you can be such a nightmare student that you make me look like a teacher’s pet!” Eleanor cringes, putting down her can and stepping back; “Oh, what the fork have you turned me into?!”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you’ve become a total nerd! That’s on you.” Michael deflected as he hung up his jacket and removed his bowtie, snapping his fingers to turn his trousers to jeans. 

“Actually, ding dong, only reason I even asked Chidi to help me be a better person was because you tricked me into believing I wasn’t good enough to get into Heaven!”

“That wasn’t a trick, that’s a fact of the Universe.”

“You know what I mean! This is all your fault! We’re having to put up with these stupid fake tortures every day and when I’m not pretending to be miserable about that, I gotta babysit my demon boyfriend to try and stop him from actually torturing one of my best friends!” Eleanor raises her tone as she rounds on him; “And even when I finally get a chance to escape it all, I end up having a fight with said stupid demon boyfriend who’s too much of a jerkash to admit when he’s crossed the line!”

He watches her get closer, inch by inch, doing his best not to dismiss her comments and only focus on how cute she looks when she’s angry, as well as how hot it is for her to be so fearless shouting down an all-powerful immortal being.

Michael blinks as he realises she’s waiting for a response.

“Oh, you mean me?”

Eleanor groans again, moving back to the fridge. She grabbed as many J.D cans as she could carry before pushing past Michael and heading towards their bedroom.

He watches her go with a frown; “What you taking all those in there for?”

“Because I am gonna spend my torture-free night alone, in my room, drinking, eating crab and watching Real Housewives until I pass out.” She mutters as she turns the knob.

“Sounds good, count me in.” He went to follow.

“Alone!” 

That sounded less good. Michael stops in his tracks, watching her slam the door. He scoffs. She’ll be back out soon. What’s she gonna do, just leave him to sleep alone on the couch?

-

Yes, apparently.

Were he a true demon, he’d be hoping that Eleanor was having as much trouble getting to sleep as him. That she was regretting starting a fight on what was supposed to be their monthly getaway together and was going to appear any second to apologise and agree to forget it ever happened.

But he doesn’t, because he’s already passed failing at being evil, try as his natural instincts might try to rear their ugly tentacles again. He can’t wish anything bad upon her, the woman who changed his life, who shone a light in the darkness. He doesn’t even enjoy torturing her friends, not really. Chidi, a little, as an outlet, but only for an instant high that quickly wore off when he had to deal with the consequences. Which was mostly Eleanor being pissed at him.

He wondered how close she was coming to being tempted to turn a steak knife on him again? He probably deserved it.

It was...tough, being part of a team. Bonding with Eleanor on her own, two of them here isolated away from everyone else, had run so smoothly, as if it were destiny if he dared to entertain such a lame concept. But having to share her with others, taking classes with them, sometimes it was fun but other times...Ugh, he could gladly wish for retirement. He didn’t enjoy feeling dumb or small or...so clearly inferior to the kind, ethical human who got to spend way more time with his girlfriend than he did.

Not that Michael would ever bring that up. He’d sound as bad as Ross in Season Three when he was being possessive of Rachel with that Mark guy. What a tool.

Don’t be a Ross, Mikey. That’s Ethics for Dummies right there. 

He sighs, heavily, imagining losing Eleanor forever because of being like that doofus was with Rachel. He was better than that. He understood how important this was to her. He tried to respect her friends and what it meant for her to have all of them as a group; the family she’d been denied...that they’d all been denied in some way or another.

It’s on you to make this right, he tells himself. 

He hit his pillow before groaning again. Fine! First thing in the morning, he’ll wake her up with a nice breakfast, he’ll say sorry, he’ll let her know how frustrated he’s been with Vicky and others lately, and how he should make it up to Chidi and-

Click.

Michael freezes. That was definitely Eleanor’s bedroom door.

He closes his eyes, pretending to sleep. He doesn’t wanna try to do this now, not at this hour. Let them have a night apart to think, let her sleep, let it be a surprise to wake up to. She’s probably just coming in to grab some water from the Brita. Or some midnight shrimp from that infinite platter in the fridge. There’s a rapid thumping sound rippling through the air. He can barely hear her bare feet pad across the carpet...

On their way towards...him...

He struggles not to open his eyes when he feels the smaller body push against him, moving him back against the cushions and slipping under his arm for the lack of a blanket. He doesn’t need one and, even without his natural fiery body heat, it’s warm enough tonight. So why is she shaking all over as she curls into him-?

Oh. Oh shirt. Not again.

“You okay-?” he whispers only to find a palm pressed to his lips.

“Shut up!” her voice commands, her fierce tone trembling with fear; “M’still mad at you!”

Clearly. That’s not his main concern right now.

He nods, opening his eyes. The remnants of tears shine on her cheeks.

He carefully moves his hand to wipe them with his thumb, cradling her face as if it were the most precious object in existence.

“Just tell me what you need.” He says, softly.

They can deal with all the rest in the morning. Right here, right now, he’s to do what his role has always been since they first arrived here.

Does she want to talk about it? Can he get her anything?

He doesn’t need to ask these questions. They’ve been uttered a hundred times, over a hundred nights, throughout this house. He’s never denied her a thing and he’s hardly going to stop tonight.

Eleanor sniffs; “...Just...do the thing...”

He nods; “C’mere.” he lifts his arm again, letting her curl in close against this chest before he wraps her up tight. His fingers gently massage up and down her back as she tries to sync her breathing with his, burying her face in his chest. He whispers the same soothing words, the same promises of safety, the same tender reassurance that it will all be okay. She can never hear it enough, not after what she had to endure. It’s a miracle she ever came back from it.

Michael chances his luck a little when he feels her begin to calm by brushing his lips against her hair. She gives the smallest hum, fingers still clutching on tight.

“Still mad.” She mumbles, nuzzling into him.

“I know.” He whispers, “And I’m still here.” Always.

He’s not sure when the couch became comfortable again but he can feel his own eyes becoming heavy. He watches her face, so close to his, admiring the smoothness of her skin and each hair out of place.

“Guess I might as well stay...” Eleanor says, sleepily; “I know you need me to look after you.”

He grants her that, smiling; “We cockroaches gotta stick together, right?”

She doesn’t respond.

“Still not good?”

Her lips twitch; “Getting better. We’ll make a human outta you soon, demon babe. Now go the fork to sleep.”

[aaliyah-babe]

The One With The Butt: Part Two

pairings: eventual joey x reader, jamie x reader

authors note: i own nothing from friends, all credit goes to their respective owners. feedback is always appreciated!

feedback is the glue that holds my writing together!

you all walked into monica’s apartment and there stood rachel, in the living room,

“ta-da!” she yelled happily,

“are we greeting eachother this way now because i like that,” chandler pointed,

“look! i cleaned! i did the windows, i did the floors. i even used all those attachments on the vacuum except for that little round one with the bristles, i don’t know what that’s for,” she said to you and ross,

“oh yeah nobody knows,” he asnwered, “and we’re not supposed to ask,”

“well what do you think?” she asked,

“great!”

“it looks amazing,”

monica walked around the coffee table and stopped dead in her tracks,

“oh, i see you moved the green ottoman,” she pointed out and your eyes widened,

“uh-oh,” all of you said,

“how did that happen?”

“i dont know, i thought it looked better there. and i- and also it’s an extra seat around the coffee table,” she said,

“yeah, it’s interesting. but you kno what? just for fun,” she picked it up, “let’s see what it looked like in the old spot,” she put it down and examined it for a second, “ha! well, it looks good there too, let’s just leave it there for a while,”

“cant believe you tried to move the green ottoman,” pheobe scoffed,

“thank god you didn’t try to fan out the magazines, i mean she’ll scratch your eyes right out,” chandler told rachel,

“guys, i am not that bad!” monica argued,

“monica, let’s be honest with ourselves, you are,” you told her,

“yeah, cause remember when i lived with you? you were like a little...” she started imitating music from Psycho, moving her arm up and down,

“that is so unfair,” she complained,

“oh come on. when we were kids yours was the only raggedy ann doll that wasn’t raggedy,” ross agreed with you,

“okay, so i’m responsible, i’m organised, but hey i can be a kook,” she sat down,

“all right, you madcap gal,” ross said walking over to her and the rest of you joined them, “try to imagine this, the phone bill arrives, but you don’t pay it right away,”

“why not?”

“because your a kook!” you exclaimed,

“instead, you wait until they send you a notice.”

“i could do that,” she said,

“okay, okay. then you let me go grocery shopping and i buy laundry detergent but it’s not the one with the easy-pour spout,” rachel plays along,

“why would someone do that?” everyone gave her a look, “one might wonder,”

“someone’s left a glass on the coffee table,” chandler starts, “there’s no coaster. it’s a cold drink, it’s a hot day. beads of condensation are inching their way closer and closer to the surface of the wood,”

“stop it!” she yelled, “oh, my god. it’s true, who am i?”

“monica, you’re mom,” ross said which lead monica to gasp, while pheobe began immitating Psycho music again,

“uh-huh,” joey walked in, talking to the phone, “oh, my god! okay! okay, i’ll be there,” he hung up the phone, “that was my agent. my agent has just gotten me a job.... in the new al pacino movie!”

“what?!”

“oh, my god!”

“what’s the part?” monica asked,

“can you believe this? al pacino!” joey said excitedly, “this guys the reason i became an actor, “i’m out of order? you’re out of order! this whole courtrooms out of order!”” he quoted,

“wow, what’s the part?” pheobe asked,

“just when i thought i was out, they pull me back in!” he yelled again,

“come on, seriously joey what’s the part?” ross asked,

“uh...” joey began mumbling and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion,

“you’re....” rachel began mumbling, “what?”

“i’m his butt double, okay?” he told you and all of you began giggling, “i play al pacino’s butt. he goes into the shower and then i’m his butt,”

“oh, my god,” monica laughed and you buried your head on chandler’s arm to stop laughing so much,

“come on you guys, this is a real movie, and al pacino is in it! and that’s big!” he exclaimed,

“oh no it’s terrific, it’s- you know you deserve this. after all your years of struggle you’ve finally been able to crack your way into show buisness,” chandler joked making you laugh harder into his arm.

“okay, okay fine make jokes. i don’t care. this is a big break for me!” joey exclaimed,

“you’re right, it is,” ross started, “so you going to invite us all to the big opening or?” he joked making you laugh even harder.

it was the next morning and you had woken up to shuffling in the living room, and you could hear someone talk faintly on the phone,

“yeah later, of course, i’ll just say i have work, okay, i love you baby, bye,” you heard your boyfriend say to the phone and you frowned, anger striking through your body. you decided that you would play dumb and act like you didn’t know, for now.

walking out, you smiled at the person you hated most right now, “morning, baby, who was that?” you asked him and he shrugged,

“i uh, it was gracie! yeah, actually she called, asking if you could work extra hours later?” he asked you and you shrugged, then realisation hit you, he’s saying that because he knew that gracie doesn’t work on fridays so he could have his girl over, wait, was gracie his girl?

“i actually can’t tonight, i’m going to spend some time with joey, congragulate him on his part in the movie,” you told him,

“oh okay, i’ll just call her and let her know,”

“okay, actually i’m gonna head over there now just to wish him good luck,” you said, leaving the house in your robe and pyjamas.

instead of going to joeys, you went to monica’s, knowing she could help,

“mon?” you called out, before hearing her answer you,

“yeah?”

“can i talk to you, for a sec?” you asked and she nodded,

“what’s up sweetie,”

“okay, i think jamie may be cheating on me,”

“what?!” she yelled,

“i know! i woke up and i caught him on the phone with someone who i now think is my boss but anyways, he said something about telling me he was going to work late, saying i love you, calling them baby, and then told me it was gracie asking if i could work late hours tonight so now i think it’s gracie he’s sleeping with cause she doesn’t work on fridays,”

monica’s eyes were wide with shock as she just hugged you, “did you confront him?”

“no, not yet at least. how should i?” you ask her,

“i dont know, you’ll figure it out don’t worry,”

“thanks mon, is joey still home?”

“yeah he’s in his apartment,” she told you and you nodded going to his apartment before knocking, and walking in.

“hey joey,” you said to the guy who was putting his shoes on,

“hey y/n, are you okay?” he asked you, concerned painted on his face,

“yeah, i’m fine, just wanted to wish you good luck today,” you told him and he smiled at you, god you loved that damn smile.

“thank you,” he kissed your cheek,

“you’re gonna be great, remember me when your famous joey or else,” you joked,

“could never forget you,” he said with a smile before leaving.

chandler walked out of his room, with aurora attached to his hip,

“oh, sorry you two,” you apologised and she smiled,

“aurora this is y/n,” chandler put an arm around your shoulder, “y/n this is aurora,” he put an arm around hers, letting you go,

“hi, nice to meet you,” you said, and she smiled, hugging you,

“yes, it’s nice to meet you two,” she turned to chandler,

“i really got to go, ethan is probably waiting,”

“okay,” he frowned before pulling her in for a kiss, you shielded your eyes a little before leaving.

you guys were all hanging out in monica’s apartment and chandler was sad because he and aurora had split because of ‘andrew’

“look at it this way- you dumped her,” ross tried to reason, “right? i mean that woman was unbelievably sexy and beautiful, intelligent, unattainable...” ross trailed off, “tell me why you did this again?”

you saw joey walk in and you smiled, “hey!”

“hey, wait a minute! werent you the guy who plays the butt in the new al pacino movie?” monica asks,

“nope,” he sighs, sitting next to you, you frown and rub his leg,

“no? what happened big guy?” ross asked,

“big guy?” chandler sneered,

“it just felt like a big guy moment,”

“seriously joe, what happened, are you okay?” you ask him,

“i got fired!” he put his hand over your,

“oh!” everyone said sadly for the boy,

“yeah they said i “acted” too much with it,” he sighed, “i told everybody about this! now everyone’s gonna go to the theatre expecting to see me...” he trailed off,

“oh joey, no one will be able to tell,” rachel tried to make him happier,

“my mom will,”

“there’s something so sweet... and disturbing about that,” chandler told you all,

“you know, i’ve done nothing but crappy plays for six years and i finally get me shot and i blow it!”

“maybe this wasn’t your shot,” monica told him,

“yeah, i think when it’s your shot, you know, you know it’s your shot,” ross agreed with his sister, “did it feel like your shot?”

“hard to tell. i was naked,” he told you all,

“i don’t think this was your shot, i don’t even think you just get one shot, i really believe that big things will happen for you,” pheobe said,

“yeah, you’ve just gotta keep thinking about the day that some kids will run up to his friends and go, “i got the part! i got the part! i’m gonna be joey tribbiani’s ass!”” you reassured him,

“you think?” he looked at you and pheobe, and you both nodded, “that’s so nice!” he hugged you both,

“i’m sorry, joey. i’m going to go to bed, guys,” monica told you all,

“uh, mon. you’re leaving your shoes out here?” rachel asked,

“oh- uh-huh!” she said,

“really? just casually strewn about in that reckless haphazard manner?”

“it doesn’t matter. i’ll get them tomorrow... or not, whatever,” she walked inside her bedroom,

“she is a kook,” ross said,

“i’m gonna head home, see if my boyfriends cheating on me,” you said without realising,

“what?!” they all gasped,

“oh right, yeah i heard jamie say to someone on the phone earlier about telling me he’s going to work late...” you finished explaining the rest of the story to them,

“oh, my god,” pheobe sighed,

“mhm, okay well i’ll see you all tomorrow, update you guys then,” you said to them before leaving and catching a cab to jamie’s apartment,

“wow, can you believe that? jamie? a cheater?” ross asked,

“i know, and did you see how happy y/n looked when she first met him?” rachel agreed,

“i’m gonna kick his ass if he is,” joey said,

“we all will,” chandler agreed,

without knocking, you walked into his apartment and heard moans coming from the bedroom, yep, they were having sex.

“oh jamie!” you heard- gracie yell.

walking into the room you barged in, “fuck you! and you gracie! what the hell is wrong with the both of you? oh my god!” you yell before running out, ignoring the calls from jamie.

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The One With Chandler’s Boyfriend - Chandler Bing x Male!Reader - FRIENDS - Part 1

Fandom: FRIENDS (1994-2004)

Pairing: Chandler Bing x Male!Reader

Word Count: 2494

Warnings: Spoilers For Season 3 Episode 10, Fluff

Notes:  More Chandler x Male, As Requested! This One’s Long, So Enjoy!

Chandler put his arm around your shoulder, all eyes on Ross as he explained the Brown Bird Scout cookies.

"And these come in the shapes of your favourite Christmas characters- Santa, Rudolph, and Baby Jesus" he explained, holding up two of the boxes.

Joey smiled, chuckling as he turned to Monica, then Chandler and you."Alright, I'll take a box of the cream-filled Jesuses" he told, pointing over at one of them.

You snorted, mind wandering at the 'cream-filled Jesuses'. 

Chandler caught on and mumbled your name, grinning as he told Ross to go on.

"Wait a minute, one box? C'mon, man, I'm trying to send a poor little girl to space camp. I'm putting you down for five boxes" he told, pointing at Joey then writing him down."Chandler, (Y/n), what about you two?".

Chandler and you exchanged glances."Uh, alright, do you have any coconut-flavoured deities?" He jokingly asked, arms now crossed, one leg crossed over the other.

"Yea, any coconut-flavoured Chandlers?" You added, innocently looking over at Ross. You smiled sweetly and turned back to Chandler, who looked at you with this cute look of surprise on his face.

"I genuinely don't deserve you, man" he breathed, the ghost of a smile on his face.

You quickly kissed him, turning back to Ross."I'll take as many boxes of Rudolph as I can".

"Okay, but Chandler, there's no deities. There's coconut in the Hanukkah menoreos" Ross replied, glancing at the two of you."Tell you what, I'll put you each down for eight boxes, one for each night" he nodded."Mon?".

"Alright, I'll take one box of the mint treasures- one, and that's it" she held up one finger, a timid smile on her face."I- I started gaining weight after I joined the Brown Birds. Remember?" She pointed at Ross, "Dad bought every one of my boxes and I ate them all".

"Uh, no, Mon, dad had to buy every one of your boxes because you ate them all" Ross corrected, pursing his lips.

You looked over at Mon, eyebrows jumping, then quickly turned back to Ross.

"But, uh, I'm sure that's not gonna happen this time. Why don't I just put you down for three of the mint treasures and just a couple of the Rudolphs?" He asked.

"Don't give her all of 'em, though, I love the Rudolphs" you pointed at Ross, eyebrows raising.

He smiled and nodded, turning back to Monica.

"You like the Rudolph cookies, huh?" Chandler mumbled, turning back to you.

"Yea, but mostly because I like the Rudolph story itself. It talks about how people don't like you until they need you for something. Took that with me my entire life, Chan" you explained shrugging.

Chandler opened his mouth to say something, turning away in thought."Huh," he started, raising an eyebrow, "y'know, I never thought about it like that. I mean, I never looked at it as anything other than a Christmas movie, but still".

You giggled, kissing his cheek."You're so stupid".

"Stupid for you" Chandler hummed, winking at you playfully.

"No." Monica replied to Ross, shaking her head.

"Oh, come on now, you know you want 'em" Ross teased, gripping a box in his hand.

"Don't..." Monica got up, pointing at him again."Don't- Don't- Don't do this".

"I'll tell you what, Mon, I'll give you the first box for free" Ross got up and walked over to Monica, waving the box in her face.

You and Chandler had badly-hidden, amused grins on your faces, while Joey looked like he was still trying to understand why you laughed at 'cream-filled Jesuses'.

Monica slowly reached out for the box Ross offered her, but snapped out of it last second, running for the door of Central Perk."Oh, god, I gotta go!" She exclaimed, already out the door.

Chandler and you laughed as you watched, clapping like an encore when Ross called "come on, all the cool kids are eating 'em!" as he ran after her, out the door.

After a few moments, Rachel came around to join Joey, Chandler, and you."I'm retraining to be better at a job I hate. My life officially sucks" she growled, sitting beside you as you leaned on Chandler's shoulder, his arm around you again, pulling you close."What was that about?" Rachel asked, pointing at the door.

"Ross is trying to get Monica to buy more than one box of the Brown Bird cookies" you giggled, catching Chandler smile lovingly down at you.

"Uh, Rach, wasn't this supposed to be a temporary thing? I thought you wanted to do fashion stuff" Joey spoke up.

"Well, yea," Rachel shifted in her seat, "I'm still pursuing that".

Chandler furrowed his eyebrows, spitting out "how, exactly are you pursuing that?". When Rachel turned to him, he then said "you know, other than sending out resumes like, uh, what, two years ago?" He reminded, a cocky smile on his face.

You chuckled, lightly slapping him.

"Well, I'm also...sending out...good thoughts" Rachel thought up, as you tried not to laugh at Chandler nodding in fake-understanding, looking up wistfully. His eyes are so pretty...

"If you ask me, as long as you got this job, you got nothing pushing you to get another one" Joey told, moving to where Monica sat."You need the fear".

"The fear?" Rachel repeated, Joey nodding at that.

"He's right, if you quit this job, you then have motivation to go after a job you really want" Chandler agreed.

"Well then how come you're still at a job that you hate?" You asked."I mean, why don't you quit and get 'the fear'?" Rachel nodded in agreement from behind you as he shot back at Chandler.

"Your boyfriend has a point" she nodded, gesturing both hands at you.

Joey and Chandler laughed softly, turning to one another."Because I'm too afraid" Chandler replied, turning back to you and raising an eyebrow at 'too'.

"Oh, god" Rachel hid her face behind her hands."I don't know, I mean, I would give anything to work for a designer, you know? Or a buyer. Ugh, I just don't want to be thirty and still work here".

"Yea, that'd be much worse than being twenty-eight and still, working, here" Chandler enunciated, chuckling in amusement when you lightly punched his arm, as you then gently rubbed Rachel's back.

"Rachel?" "Yea?" Rachel opened her eyes, looking over at Gunther."Remind me to review with you which pot is decaf and whit pot is regular" Gunther ordered, Rachel ignoring the look on Chandler's face as she said "Can't I just look at the handles on them?".

You held back a laugh when you heard Gunther say "you would think", so you hid it by turning and burying your face into the crook of Chandler's neck, Chandler wrapping both arms around you and smiling as he rubbed your back."You would think" you repeated softly against his check, snickering as you heard Chandler let out a few stifled laughs.

"Okay, fine" Rachel got up."Gunther, you know what?" She asked, walking around the couch and standing, facing Gunther."I am a terrible waitress, do you know why I am a terrible waitress?" Rachel asked, hands on the counter.

You pulled away from Chandler, but held his hand in yours when he whined. You giggled, turning to look at Rachel, for whatever show she was bound to put on.

"Because I don't care. I don't care. I don't care which pot is regular, and which one is decaf, I don't care where the tray spot is" she continued, with Chandler's and Joey's eyes on her as well."I just don't care, this is not what I wanna do" Rachel put a hand on her hip, "so I don't think I should do it anymore. I'm gonna give you my week's notice".

"What?" Gunther asked.

"Gunther, I quit" Rachel pulled away, having Gunther, Joey, Chandler, and you all look away from her.

"Does this mean we're gonna have to start paying for coffee?" Chandler whispered, having you whisper "Chandler!" with him returning "what? Serious question, babe".

***

Ross, Chandler and you sat around the kitchen table in Monica's apartment, Chandler having a calculator in his hands as he helped Ross do the math on his cookie selling.

You just sat and watched because you really had nothing else to do, and you liked the cute look of concentration on Chandler's face.

"Okay, twelve, twenty-two, eighteen..." Ross called, expecting Chandler to do something with those numbers on his calculator.

Chandler stopped tapping at the numbers and turned his calculator upside down, showing what he typed out to you in a fit of giggles, you joining along.

Ross looked up at him, "what?".

Chandler showed him his calculator as you kept giggling, "I spelled out 'boobies'" he told, having you laugh some more.

"Wh- (Y/n), why are you laughing? You're gay" Ross asked, groaning.

"Hey, I may be gay, but I do have a sense of humor" you told, nudging Chandler's elbow and mumbling "boobies".

Ross took the calculator out of Chandler's hands when Monica walked over, looking into the boxes of cookies.

"Ross, put me down for another box of the mint treasures, okay?" She asked, looking into another box."W-Where are the mint treasures?" Monica asked hurriedly, as if she was in some sort of rush to go anywhere with the cookies.

"Uh, we're out" you spoke up, scooting your chair closer to Chandler's.

"I sold them all" Ross explained.

"What?" Monica turned to him.

"Monica, I'm cutting you off" he announced, like he was at her intervention.

Monica's jaw dropped."No, no" she shook her head."J-Just a couple more boxes”.

Chandler kept his eyes on her as he pulled your chair closer, wrapping his arms around you protectively.

"It's no big deal, right? I-I'm cool" Monica told, Chandler raising his eyebrows and giving a 'yea, sure' smile to Ross."You gotta help me out with a couple more boxes!" She pleaded, shaking the two boxes in her hands.

"Mon, look at yourself" Ross instructed, "you have cookie on your neck".

"Oh, god!" Monica yelped, reaching a hand to her neck as she ran for the bathroom, leaving the three of you alone again.

"You alright?" Chandler asked, turning to you. He smiled when you nodded, slowly letting go of you."So, how many y'sold so far?" Chandler asked Ross, turning back over to him.

"Check it out- five hundred 'n' seventeen boxes" Ross answered, a proud smile on his face.

"Oh my god," "how did you do that?" You asked, finishing Chandler's sentence.

Ross cleared his throat."Okay, the other night, I was, uh, leaving the museum, just as 'Laser Floyd' was letting out of the planetarium?" He chuckled."Without even trying, I sold fifty boxes. That's when it occurred to me, the key to my success: the munchies!"."So I, uh, I started hitting the NYU dorms around midnight...I am selling cookies by the case".

You cackled at that, asking "Did they call you 'cookie dude'?", squinting your eyes and saying 'cookie dude' like you're high.

"Yes, actually!" Ross excitedly nodded.

"Hey" Rachel greeted, walking into the apartment and landing a fat sack of papers on the kitchen table."Okay, everyone stop what you're doing. I need envelope stuffers, I need stamp lickers-" she rushed into the living room area.

"Oh, hey, who did these resumes for you?" Ross asked, holding one in his hands.

"Me," Chandler claimed proudly, "on my computer".

"Well, you sure used a large font".

"Uh, yea, well, uh, 'waitress at a coffee house' and, uh, 'cheer squad co-captain' only took up so much room" Chandler joked, getting up and leading Ross and you over to where Rachel was.

You chuckled and wrapped your arms around Chandler's shoulders from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder as you watched Rachel.

"Ha-ha hey, that's funny" Rachel fake-laughed, looking up at Chandler."You're funny, Chandler, you're a funny guy! You know what else is really funny?" Rachel asked, standing up straight when Monica came over.

You and Chandler exchanged glances, taking a step back as he suggested "something else I might have said?" in a scared tone.

"I don't know, I don't know, weren't you the guy that told me to quit my job when I had absolutely nothing else to do?" She asked, aggressively pointing around with papers in her hands."Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha?" Rachel forced out some laughs, Chandler looking near terrified as you let go of him, now standing at his side and holding his hand.

"Sweetie, calm down, it's gonna be okay" Ross soothed, turning Rachel's attention off of Chandler and onto him.

"Jeez, now I should ask- are you okay?" You asked, turning to Chandler, who still looked spooked.

"U-Uh-huh" Chandler nodded slightly, relaxing in your touch when you gave him a quick hug to hide the smile you were fighting back.

"No, it's not going to be okay, Ross, tomorrow is my last day and I don't have a lead" Rachel refused, Chandler flinching when she said "okay, you know what?". Rachel walked over to the phone, "I'm just gonna- I'm just gonna call Gunther and I'm gonna tell him I'm not quitting".

Chandler stepped behind her, turning to face Rachel."But you- you don't want to give in to the fear?" He asked, glancing at you when you mumbled "oh no", joining him at his side.

Rachel glared at Chandler, pointing at him."You, and your stupid fear. I hate your fear! I would like to take you, your boyfriend and your fear-" before Rachel could complete making the already-cowering Chandler into a pile of scared-shitless goo on the floor, Joey, your lord and savior, walked in.

"Hey! I got great news!" He cheered, closing the door behind him.

Chandler grabbed your hand."Run, Joey, run for your life!" He called, running past Rachel, Joey, and out the door with you, slamming it shut."Whew," Chandler put a hand on his chest, leaning against the wall and closing his eyes.

You laughed softly, "Rachel would've torn us apart, right there, in Monnie's apartment if Joey hadn't come. What a god" you praised. You helped Chandler up, leading him into his own apartment. You hopped up on the counter, lightly swinging your feet back and forth.

Chandler walked over, caging you where you sat."Thanks for being by my side through that, though- I'm sure I would've been dead meat if you weren't there" he smiled, leaning in and softly kissing you.

You cupped Chandler's cheek, smiling into the kiss as you used your other hand to pull him closer."No problem," you pulled away to mumble, kissing his nose."I love you, Chandler".

"I love you too, (Y/n)".

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Hi so I’m the previous anon who asked for the one where they all turn 30 friends episode. I was wondering if you could write another friends inspired episode? Sorry, it’s one of my favorite shows! Can the imagine be inspired from when Ross and Rachel end up breaking up because of the girl from xerox place for Mason Mount please? Thank you :)

Of course I can! I was just actually watching this episode earlier today. Don’t worry anon I watch too much of it.

Mason and you were not spending as much time as you normally did, your jobs were consuming the majority of your time and training for the Champions league was taking some of Mason’s time. Mason came home every day before you did, and he got tired of always having to wait hours for you to come home. He even went once to visit you at your office, and he saw you were talking with one of your men coworkers, he got very jealous and decided to storm out of there because he thought you were cheating on him. The boys had invited him to go out with them and of course he had said yes, since he was feeling ‘lonely’. He was drinking his feelings away, because he felt like he was loosing you, since he felt like you were being very distant, not wanting to understanding that work was consuming your time. At this point he was on the borderline of tipsy and drunk, just remembering the events that have been happening recently. Tammy, Christian and Reece were trying to get him to drink water so that he wouldn’t do something he would regret later. He went out to the dance floor, and he swore had seen a girl that looked exactly like you. He even thought for a moment you had stalked his location and came to apologize for his current relationship with his cellphone since you were hardly around. He went up to the girl that looked exactly like you with confidence wanting to say how he really felt, the boys lost track of Mason. They thought he had gone to bathroom, they tried anything they could to try find him. Tammy ended up finding him snogging a random girl, who seemed to enjoy that she was making out with a famous player. Tammy was gathering all the lads so they could go home after Mason was at the point of drunk where he would commit the worst mistake of his life, cheating on Y/N. The mistake Tammy made was leaving him outside to get some air instead of leaving someone on Mason watch. The girl he snogged earlier happened to walk out while Mason was alone, the only good thing was that the paps weren’t around snapping pictures of the interaction to plaster it all over the papers. The girl, Madison, and Mason ended up leaving to go back to her place because she said she had a ‘cure’ to his problem. Mason didn’t think twice before saying yes, because he was still convinced that she was you. When they made it back to Madison’s place, he started realizing this wasn’t his apartment and that Madison was not you. But it didn’t matter to him at the moment, because at the moment this was the only action he would be getting for a while. The entire time during while were doing it, he would moan out Y/N and not Madison, of course Madison was upset that he was saying someone else’s name and not hers. ~Later that day~ Tammy was convinced that Mason had called a cab and went back to Y/N’s apartment immediately instead of his place, but then again he was questioning his thought seeing how drunk Mason was when he left him outside. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard knocking at his door, when he opens the door and sees Mason who was knocking with a face of regret noticeable to anyone even if they didn’t know who he was. Tammy knew at the moment that Mason never went home to Y/N. “Mason, mate what did you do last night? When I went back outside, you were nowhere to be found so I thought you went home, and with that face of regret you have I’m going to guess that you didn’t make it home?” Mason was scratching the back of his neck trying to gather his thoughts because he knew that Tammy would kill him for doing what he did to Y/N. “Ok, I’ll tell you the only thing I can remember but you better promise me that you won’t get mad at me nor will you tell Y/N! She has to find out through me and not from someone else. I made the worst mistake of my life that I thought I would never do, after you left Madison walked out an-“ “Mason who the hell is Madison and why the hell couldn’t you keep it in your damn pants? What the hell is Y/N going to do when you tell her?” Tammy said infuriated with what he was hearing. What both Tammy and Mason didn’t know was that Leah, Tammy’s girlfriend, was hiding behind the wall eavesdropping on the conversation since her and Y/N were best friends. “Tammy would you let me fucking talk? Madison is that girl that you saw me with earlier in the club. She told me she had a ‘cure’ to my problem and I said yes, only because I thought that she was Y/N! The entire time my mind was only on Y/N, all I could think was Y/N, and when we were doing it all I could say was Y/N never was I thinking about Madison. Hell, I was convinced she was Y/N when I first laid eyes on her, I swear I thought Y/N had came to the club to apologize for spending to much time with Mark from work.” Leah had enough of hearing the stupid excuses Mason was trying to justify his actions with, she knew that it was better if Y/N heard from Mason rather than herself but Y/N deserved to know the truth no matter what. So Leah left to their room to make an important call. Tammy was trying to think if Madison had any of her friends in common with Y/N so that they would stop chain before the news got to Y/N, but they didn’t know that he was screwed since Leah had told her best friend already. Mason feeling guilty just decided to go to Y/N’s apartment to face his consequences. When he made it home, he found Y/N sitting on the couch glaring at the front door waiting for Mason to come in. Mason knew at that moment that someone had to have told her what happened, because why else would she be upset. When Mason went up to kiss her temple, Y/N got up from the chair, he could see the stained trail of tears down her cheek making it visible that she had been crying not too long ago. Mason tried to embrace her trying to grab her chin to make her look at him, Y/N breaking at this point “Mason no, I cant even look at you!” “Y/N talk to me please, tell me what’s wrong?” “Oh come on Mason, you don’t come home and don’t freaking tell me if you are alright then you leave me worried wondering what you could be doing, then I find out that you slept with another woman! Mason you slept with another woman!” “Y/N it was a mistake, I made a mistake!” “Really Mason, a mistake? Where were you trying to put in, her purse?” “Y/N I want to talk about this, I want to talk and work this out please? Hear me out!” “Ok, how was she?” “What do you mean how is she, what kind of question is that Y/N?” Mason said with a bit of frustration that she would ask that, “Was she good? Was she better than me?” at this point Y/N’s heart was breaking into a million little pieces. “Come on Mason, you said you wanted to talk about it, well then let’s talk about! How was she?” “Y/n please I-“ Mason couldn’t think right “Mason Tony Mount, be a man for once. Grow a pair and respond to the question instead of trying to beat around the bush” Y/N becoming infuriated by the minutes, “Y/N she was….she was different” “Good? Different?” Y/N had grabbed a rolled up newspaper and proceeded to hit Mason with it, and  Mason was trying to run away from her “Y/N I’m sorry, ok I’m sorry! Nobody likes change, I swear I was only thinking of you the entire time. I swear I was convinced that she was you when I first saw her. I thought you had came to the club after work because you had stalked my location. I swear I couldn’t stop thinking of you!” “Oh Mason, that is so sweet! I think I’m falling in love with you all over again.” “Listen Y/N the important thing is that she meant nothing, she meant nothing to me!” “Oh really Mason did she? Cause last time I checked she was worth jeopardizing our relationship!” “Really Y/N a relationship? What relationship was there to jeopardize, hm my relationship with your voicemail?” “Really you think you’re going to get out of the on a smart ass comment! Mason I’m doing what I love, I get to work at my dream job if you can’t understand that my job requires a lot of time and effort just like yours then why the hell do you want to feel guilty! You’re apologizing not because you felt like it but because you were caught!” “Honestly I think this would’ve never happened if I didn’t think at the same moment you were sleeping with Mark?” “Really Mason, again with the stupid Mark thing. He is a coworker and we work in the same department” “Yes again with the Mark thing, you spend more time with him than with me recently. Even when I went to visit you at work last week, you were talking to Mark!” “Ok Mason, let’s say I had slept with Mark. Would you have forgiven me?” “Of course I would have Y/N, I wouldn’t want to lose you!” “You’d be ok if you knew that Mark had kissed me, had been naked with, and that we were a hot writhing me-“ “LALALALALA, ok I would’ve been devastated but I would still forgive you! I mean why wouldn’t I, it’s you! Y/N it has always been you!”. It had been four hours since Mason had come home and the argument had started. Y/N was an emotional mess on one of the couches while Mason was on the other couch crying with his hands on his head. Both of them had been like that for the past hour and a half, Mason had been the first to break the silence “Y/N I’m sorry ok! I’m sorry! I was out of my mind, I thought I had lost you! I didn’t know what to do, come on how crazy would I have been to cheat! Ok, I’m not Jadon! I made a terrible, stupid mistake and I wish I could take it back but I can’t and I’m sorry for putting you through this!” “Mason keep saying how sorry you are but supposedly when people are drunk their true intentions come out!” “Y/N I seriously can’t see us throwing away something that we both know is so damn beautiful! Y/N I love you so damn much!” Mason came over to her couch and sat right next to her, he took her hands in his and started to kiss from her neck until he tried to reach her lips and then Y/N escaped his grasp “No Mason, you cant kiss me and expect it to all go away. It doesn’t make things better! Ok?’ Y/N raising her voice each time she said a word. “Ok, ok” Mason said a little scared of her tone change, “Mason, I think you should go. I really think you need to go!” “Y/N there has to be a way we can work past this, ok? I can’t imagine my life without you!” Mason started crying as he grabs Y/N’s arms “I can’t imagine my life without these arms, without your face, and without your big heart. Don’t say something you might regret later babe, I can’t live without you.” Both of them break down crying, “No, Mason you’re totally a different person to me! I always saw you as someone who would never ever hurt me. Gosh and now I can’t stop picturing you with her, no matter what you say or what you do. This changed everything between us forever!” Mason kneeling on the floor with his arms wrapped around her waist “Y/N this seriously can’t be the end of us, this relationship can’t be really over!” Y/N was trying to keep her composure, because one of them had to be strong “Mason then how come it is?” At that moment, both Mason and Y/N’s hearts were torn into million pieces. Y/N ran up to her room then locked herself up there, crying her eyes out trying to remember what had gone wrong that drove Mason to sleep with another woman. In Mason’s head all he thought about was how he screwed up the best thing in his life, “I fell for temptation and didn’t know how to cope with you being at work, but I love you and will always love you, and I will always be waiting for you if you ever want to come back to this shitty ass boyfriend” he whispered on his way out particularly to no one. You were out in the hallway wanting to go downstairs and talk to him, when you heard everything he whispered, and you couldn’t help but think maybe we should work things out.

I’m sorry, this was longer than I originally expected. I was a little carried away, and also I don’t really condone cheating because I have been a victim of a partner cheating. But I liked the idea, so I wrote about it, I just wanted to put that out there. I hope you guys enjoy it :)

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just a fanfic cause why not.

\\The One Where He Gets on the Plane//

Alternative Ending to FRIENDS

Just fanfiction. 

Monica and Chandler were to move out of the apartment and into their new home with their twin babies. Joey was completely devastated that not only were they moving out but Rachel was moving to Paris, France for a job. Phoebe and Mike were living together and were happy with each other. Ross wants full custody of Emma and that would force Rachel to come out to see her. His son was here and he deeply believed that Rachel was out of her mind. Couldn’t she get a job here in America? Or rather just stayed in NYC? He should have listened to Emily. He deeply regretted divorcing her over Rachel. Even though Monica said to go to the airport with Rachel to see her off, he couldn’t. He wanted to confess his feelings to the woman he deeply loved not so long ago. 

Baby Emma was in his arms and he decided to go put her down for a nap. He came back out into the now half empty living room that was previously occupied by Rachel. Everyone thought that they were getting back together but deep down he lost all his feelings for Rachel. Despite the fact she was the mother of his child. Despite all the history of feelings and emotions that they had for each other. He still remembered Emily’s number. He dialed out and waited for the rings.

“Hello?” He heard the familiar voice on the other end.

“Hi Emily. It’s me Ross” Ross said. 

“Oh.. Hi Ross. How are you doing?” Emily replied. 

“I am doing okayish. Just have been thinking of you more often. Not in a creepy but rather a reminiscent way.” He said. 

“Aw. I do sometimes miss you. Are you okay Ross? You sound a bit downer than when we last talked.” She inquired. 

“My life is splitting into different continents. I am sure you know Rachel and I had a child but she is moving to France. She wanted to take Emma with her. But my life is here.” He explained to Emily. 

“Oh so the mad woman is leaving? I just have to tell you something Ross but please listen.” She said to him. 

“Yeah. I’m all ears.” He replied.

“She wasn’t the one for you. As an outsider looking in, she was rather troublesome for you. She kept ruining your life and all the things you wanted to do. She ruined our relationship and was the cause of our divorce.” Emily stated. 

“I now know. I still feel bad about it.” Ross confessed. 

“Me too. I remarried but divorced recently. I thought I was happy but in reality I wasn’t.” She confessed. 

“I have feelings for you, Emily. I just regret sleeping with Rachel and knowing that she would be selfish and just fly off to another country just really helped me understand that I wasn’t important. Not as important to her as her job.” He said. He was hurt all over again.

“You see? She always hurts you and you deserve someone who will care and love you, to always put you first.” She said. 

“Thank you, Emily. I needed to hear that.” Ross admitted. Emily was always right and insightful.

“Your welcome, Ross. I missed you. Hope we can talk more often. I’d really like that.” Emily said. Only if Ross could see her smiling on the other end. 

“I missed you too Emily. I will talk to you soon.” He said. They hung up simultaneously. 

Ross thought about what Emily had said and what his heart wanted. After all this time, he wanted Emily. He was always happier with Emily. She respected his decisions and always had wanted better for him. He got enough clothes for a few nights and essentials. He picked up Emma and decided to go over to Joey’s place. He knocked on the door and Joey opened the door. 

“Hey, can I ask a favor?” Ross said. 

“Sure Ross.” Joey said. 

“I need you to clear out my fridge at my place.” Ross said, handing him a spare key. He left in a rush without hearing Joey’s comments. 

Ross went over to his parents place and asked them to babysit. Then he called Phoebe to ask her a favor. He needed a ride to the airport. She didn’t ask questions and he got onto the plane to England. Once the airplane landed he called for taxis to take him to Emily’s place. He hoped that she still lived there. He got out and it began to rain. He looked up and saw her through the window.

“EMILY!” Ross yelled. She looked out the window and her face was in shock. She left the window and he got sad. He saw the front door open.

“Ross!” She said as she walked out to him. He hugged her and she hugged him back.

“Emily… I love you. I had always loved you and regretted the divorce.” He confessed. 

“Ross… I love you and I feel exactly the same way.” She also confessed. 

“Take me back.” He asked with tears in his eyes. 

“Yes Ross.” Emily said as she wiped her eyes. 

They both were in tears as the rain fell a bit harder. He grabbed her by the waist and brought her closer. He wiped away her tears, Both gazed into each other’s eyes. Both feeling the raw emotion of longing for each other they kissed out in the rain.

[probably-writing-x]

Behind you.

Guzmán x Reader

Request by anon: Hey! Could you write a guzman x reader where the reader is being stalked by some creepy guy and guzman is their bf and tries to help out? Ty❤️ love all ur fics

Gif is not my own

Requests are closed🤍

Being the daughter of a well-known actress was certainly an experience that had its ups and downs. You were blessed with a life that never managed to be boring, and you could hardly complain about everything you’d been given as a result of your mother’s success. Though, it had its negatives too. You’d mainly been brought up by nannies and staff at the house who’d always been around when your Mum was off filming or doing press. But it worked, you’d made it through school up to your last few years and you were just turning eighteen when it first all started taking a turn. You’d had to retake the school year as things got rapidly complicated towards the end of last year. It didn’t matter. You still had Ander and now Omar at school with you. And Samuel and Rebeca. And, most importantly - your boyfriend Guzmán. Turning eighteen meant one key thing for you - you were an adult now and that meant you’d likely be in the public eye even more than you were originally. Especially with the new news that you were having to retake a school year.

“Guzmán!” You laugh as he races after you into the house.

He’s dripping wet from being in the pool and it splashes onto the tiles beneath him as he chases you with arms reaching out.

“Guzmán stop!” You squeal, unable to hold him off any longer as his arms wrap around you and he pulls you into his damp chest, “I’m not going in the water!”

He clearly has other plans as he carries you through the glass doors again and jumps into the pool with you in his arms this time. You’d been enjoying an afternoon together in the beaming September sun as you’d been sunbathing on the loungers beside the pool and he’d been enjoying the cold of the water much more.

“You’re an asshole,” You splash him with the water, treading on the surface to keep afloat.

“Come on, it’s not that cold once you’re used to it,” He pushes himself through the water so he’s close to you.

“I was quite peacefully enjoying my sunbathing actually, you’re just needy,” You scoff, kicking back so you were floating on the surface like a starfish.

“Is that so?” Guzmán queries, hands reaching out for you again as he starts tickling your sides and under your arms.

“Guzmán!” You half-screech, flailing in the water involuntarily as you jolt away from his touch.

“Who’s been traipsing wet footprints onto my newly cleaned floor?!” It’s Fernando who exclaims the words that make Guzmán stop in his actions instantly.

Fernando had basically brought you up since you were little, he maintained the house and did everything your Mum would normally do if she was around more. He was completely family to you, which made him very protective when Guzmán arrived on the scene.

“Sorry Fernando,” Guzmán admits, swimming over to the edge of the pool as both of you push yourselves out of the water.

Fernando hands over a towel to each of you and picks up your empty jug of water, “You’ll be cleaning it next time.”

“Noted,” Guzmán smiles. Really, Fernando couldn’t not like him. He was here more often than not nowadays and had practically spent every day of summer with you. Despite your differing financial statuses, Guzmán didn’t really care about how much money you or your Mum had. He spoilt you more than you would ever expect from a boyfriend and Fernando knew you needed someone like that by your side as you grew up so separate from normality.

Guzmán dries himself off with the towel and shakes it through his hair to try to lessen the effect of his soaked locks. It’s then that you hear it first. You flinch at the sound of rustling behind you and what distinctly sounded like the shutting of a camera.

“You okay, babe?” Guzmán frowns when he sees the disturbed expression casting over your features.

You keep your eyes trailed on where the source of sound was coming from, “Yeah, sorry, just thought I heard something.”

“Oh, okay,” He shrugs, “I’m going to take a quick shower and get changed. Do you want to order us some dinner?”

“Yeah, I will do,” You try to flick yourself back to reality and get yourself away from the worry you’d created in your own mind.

“Okay,” Guzmán smiles, leaning in to give you a soft kiss before heading inside.

And you’re sure you heard that shutter again.

In fact, you’d been having those moments more and more recently. You’d been receiving texts from anonymous numbers, photos sent to your number of you in places where you’d never expected anyone to be taking photos of you. Some of you walking into school, even one of you leaving Ander and Omar’s place. Plenty of you with Guzman. None of them had ever been in your own home though, luckily this place had security and fences enough that you felt safely blocked off from that sort of thing. Until today.

- - - - - -

“All I’m saying is, there’s no way you’d go back to me after that if I did what Ross did!” Guzmán sighs at the TV as you finish another episode of friends.

He got very passionate about the idea of Rachel deserving better - claiming that, if it was him and you, he wouldn’t feel worthy if he’d done everything that Ross did.

“Right honey?” He glances up from where he lay with his head in your lap.

“Oh, yeah, yeah, you can put the next one on,” You dismiss, eyes constantly glancing back outside every few seconds like you’d catch something you were waiting for.

“What’s distracting you?” He frowns, pushing himself up to sit beside you, “Was it something I said?”

“No, no, I’m fine don’t worry.”

“You know I’m only joking when I talk about me doing what Ross did, Id never actually cheat on you, or make a list or...”

“No, Guzmán, no,” You half laugh, “It’s honestly not you, but you’re such an angel for worrying about that.”

He smiles bashfully as he lays back down in your lap to watch the next episode. You hated the thought of him getting caught up in the publicity of your Mums name, him becoming the high school boyfriend that they’d simply wait for you to split up with. There had already been rumours flying about as soon as people had first seen you together. Headlines that gave people to lowdown on who exactly (Y/n) was dating. He’d never cared enough for it to have any effect. He’d just dismissed it and carried on as though you were living in complete normality.

“Although I would bring all the presents to your office if you got a fancy new job,” He laughs to himself, snuggling into your legs as you run a hand through his growing hair.

You encouraged yourself to completely focus on him instead of getting yourself wrapped up in what could or could not be. Guzmán had a surprisingly good ability to distract you from near enough anything, without trying one bit.

“Right guys, I’m heading up to bed. I’ve made sure all of the doors are locked even though Guzmán checks anyway. And I’ve turned everything off so you can just head to bed whenever you want to,” Fernando explains, “Good night.”

“Night Fernando!” Guzmán calls, not shifting his head away from your legs.

It was true. He had an unmoving habit of checking the doors before you went to bed, knowing he never slept well if he hadn’t at least put his mind at ease. It was one of those quirks you’d always adored.

“Do you want to go up soon?” Guzman asks through a stifled yawn.

“No, that’s alright, a couple more episodes at least.”

It’s not that you weren’t tired. You easily were practically drained. But the thought of going to sleep didn’t seem like anything happening soon. All you could think of was who or what could be lurking to take a photo or catch another story now there were no restrictions.

- - - - - -

It takes an hour of putting off the idea before you finally decide to give in and head up to bed with Guzmán.

“I think I’m more like Chandler,” He says through the toothbrush hanging out of his mouth, “And you’re more like Monica.”

“Are you still talking about friends characters?” You roll your eyes as you take off your robe and pull on his T-shirt from the day instead to sleep in.

“I’m just sayinggggg... we’re nothing like Ross and Rachel,” He shrugs as he finishes brushing his teeth and instead waits for you.

“Okay babe,” You chuckle, walking into the bathroom.

As you do, your phone goes off from the bedroom.

“Can you get that? Its probably just Instagram or something,” You ask him as you wash your face.

“Or your secret boyfriend,” He wiggles his brows as he goes to grab your phone.

It’s like his heart drops at the sight. An anonymous number. And a photo of you from earlier, wearing only your bikini after the two of you had gotten out of the pool.

“(Y/n), what is this?” He speaks slowly like the extra time will give him chance to process it, as he begins to scroll up to see the previous photos you’d been sent by the same number.

You’re speechless as you stand in the doorway and watch it unfold.

“How long has this been going on for?” He asks calmly, “Is this the only number that’s been sending them?”

“Guzmán, I was going to tell you...”

“Okay, so I need you to tell me now - do you know who this is?”

You move over to the bed and sit down beside him, “No.”

“How long have they been sending you these?”

“Maybe a couple of months, since graduation - after I turned eighteen,” You explain, “I promise you I was going to tell you and I-“

“No, no, I understand that,” He puts his hand over yours, “I just need to understand what’s going on because this isn’t okay (Y/n). There are photos of you at school here, photos of us two, photos of you in a fucking bikini in your own garden.”

“I don’t know who it is and I don’t know how to stop it. That’s what I thought I heard earlier,” You explain shakily.

“That’s why you didn’t want to come to bed. You were scared to go to sleep in your own home,” The words hit him with such a realisation that it’s like they’ve sliced straight through his heart.

“Mums always said about me having a bodyguard whenever I go anywhere,” You shake your head.

“But you always wanted to be a normal kid, I know,” Guzmán offers you a small smile, “You’ll be okay, you know? I’m here, and you’ve got Fernando, and we’ll hire somebody who can investigate this and figure out who the fuck thinks it’s acceptable to take photos of my girlfriend like this.”

You let out an involuntary laugh at his sudden outburst of irritation, “Thank you Guzmán.”

“Come on, babe, let’s try to get some sleep and we’ll go through everything in the morning,” He encourages, “Yeah?”

You finish getting ready and join him in the bed where you lay down beside him. He’s staring up at the ceiling and you are too. There’s a silence like you’re waiting for the next time that shutter clicks. A half an hour must pass before he speaks up.

“Can you sleep?” He whispers like there’s anybody else close enough to disturb.

You shift in the bed and prop yourself up against the headboard to sit up, “No.”

He smiles against the dark and sits up to join you as he wraps an arm around you and pulls you to him, “You’ll be okay, we’ll get this sorted. Whatever it takes, okay?”

It was the same thing he’d told you when you’d first warned him of the publicity that followed your life. He’d convinced you that it didn’t matter and he’d explicitly told you that he’d do whatever it took to make things easier for you whenever things got difficult. He’d stuck by it ever since and you trusted him to do the same now.

- - - - - -

When you wake up the next morning, you’re alone in the bed. Guzmán’s left a note on your bedside table - “Morning, you were still snoring in your sleep so hopefully you slept okay ;) x I woke up early so didn’t want to disturb you - don’t worry xx’

You tuck the note into your drawer with all of the other notes he’d given you over the years and walk downstairs to try to find him in the near empty mansion.

It pains you instantly when you see him sat outside. He’s fully dressed, too dressed for the early hour, and he’s sat on one of the loungers and you watch as he runs his hands over his face. It’s like he’s carrying the weight of the world.

You come up behind him and instinctively reach out to rub his shoulders to which he leans into your touch so easily, “Why are you up so early?”

“I got in touch with our old PI from back in the day, I’ve given him any information we have and I’ve given him all of your contact details so he can keep you up to date with anything you find. And I’ve told my Mum that I’ll be staying here for the foreseeable,” Guzmán explains, “I don’t like the thought of anybody like that being near you and until we get to the bottom of it, you and Fernando aren’t getting rid of me.”

You laugh a little and squeeze his shoulders, “I don’t deserve you, Guzmán,”

He turns his head and presses a gentle kiss to your hand, “You should’ve told me sooner, but we’ll do whatever we can to stop this before it gets worse.”

You lean in to him and wrap your arms around his shoulders, “Thank you.”

[talesofafangirlwithadvr]

APRIL PICKS!

And we’re back with new picks for the month!! Man, this has been some strange times we’re living in. I saw a post that said March felt like 300 days, while April feels like 3. I could not agree more. I’ve watched a lot this month, which isn’t a shocker due to our current circumstances. There’s a pretty big range, so there might be something here that you can check out during quarantine.

Here come the spoilers! 

THE SOCIETY

I’m going to start with my latest watch from Netflix, The Society. Wow. I really enjoyed this one. Going into it I knew it would be like a Twilight Zone meets Lord of the Flies show, but there was so much unexpected stuff that occurred. Much like Degrassi the Next Generation, they went there. The students from New Ham, Connecticut go off on a field trip, but the buses don’t get too far due to the storm. This forces them back into town only (maybe) a couple hours from when they left. No one is home when they get back. No adults, kids, or others who were not on the school trip. The town is theirs and there is no way out. At first it’s all partying, but things take a dark turn fast and the teens must come up with laws for there to be some sort of order in this new world if they want to survive and find a way back to their real home. The 10 episodes go by really fast. It leaves a nice cliffhanger for season 2 (which is supposed to be in the works, but I don’t know if Corona affected that at all). This show definitely contains a lot of surprising twists including one very early on that is hard to predict. If you have watched this show previously or are interested in giving it a shot know one important thing. 

This is the BEST character on the show. 

I have not met one person who doesn’t love Grizz. He is the greatest. (The fan love for him really reminds me of the love for Stiles in Teen Wolf.)

DC’S TITANS- Season 2

At the start of April, I started the second season of Titans. As someone who does not have the DC streaming service I have to wait till the seasons are accessible on DVD. I watched the first season back in December and loved it, so I couldn’t wait to watch season 2. I was excited to see all the characters they were adding to the team. As someone who LOVES superheroes, but gets most of their knowledge through watching TV and movies rather than the comics, I went in not knowing a lot, which made it even more exciting. I would say my only main issue with this season was the staggering of plots. Because there were so many characters to follow and so much going on there were a lot of times when I was excited to start the next episode (because the previous one always ended on the BEST cliffhangers) only to have the episode involve a completely different story-line. While Deathstroke was the main villain for the season, sprinkling in CADMUS and finishing off Raven’s dad at the start felt like a lot for me. Most of the side conflicts added up to involving Slade, but looking back (because I did watch this at the beginning of April) it often felt like a lot in the moment. Some of the moments that were my favorite were finally getting the Nightwing reveal, seeing Bruce and Dick interact, being at Titans tower, hearing Hank sing and all of Connor. I think he was my favorite addition to the show. (I could be biased because I’m a Superman fan.) I’m upset with the ending and they better find a way to reverse it!! I would also like to see more of the team together next season because I really missed that too. 

On a lighter note....

NAILED IT!

This is the PERFECT show for the crazy times we are in. It takes your mind off the repetitive news and is a great stress reliever, plus it is super funny and you will find yourself laughing uncontrollable. Maybe more in some episodes than others. Nailed it is the baking game show for people who strive to be better bakers in the kitchen, but are struggling when it comes to appearance (or taste...or both). In the half hour show there are two tasks for the three contestants to perform in order for a chance at the Nailed It trophy and $10,000. They are both often very difficult, with the second creation much harder than the first. Watching the contestants is hilarious as well as their reactions to baking and not having any clue what to do sometimes. I also love the judges. Nicole Byer is too funny and Jacques Torres is one of my new favorite people. 

Plus Wes is just beautiful and I loved when Nicole called him the human form of Simba from the Lion King. 

Continuing on with more comedy... 

I know of several people who quote John Mulaney’s comedy specials on the regular, plus his gifs are EVERYWHERE. So it was about time I watched his specials and what better time than right now when I can use all the laughs I can get. I watched The Come Back Kid and New in Town and was laughing all the way through. If you’re already familiar with his stand-up you can enjoy some of these moments again below. If you aren’t then I HIGHLY suggest you check them out on Netflix or by simply YouTube-ing some of his best moments. (My computer cannot stop putting them in my suggested now.)  

Returning to some of my past favorites this month....

(Some of these should not come as a shocker)

ZOEY’S EXTRAORDINARY PLAYLIST

One of my February Picks is back (not that it ever really left). Zoey’s is the show that I can’t stop talking about and even if this past Sunday’s episode (not the one airing tonight because I obviously haven’t watched it yet-while he’s been bothering me I can’t wait to hear Max’s rendition of ‘Bye, Bye, Bye’) gave me issues because everyone was blowing up at each other and there were times I wanted to shout at the TV, I would still suggest this show to anyone. This dramedy has so much going on from captivating (and sometimes heartbreaking) plots, to realistic and lovable characters and songs you will quickly want to add to your personal playlist. It’s honestly just a feel good show that usually puts me in such a great mood (again, despite last week’s...) With only a few more to this season I cannot wait to see what happens next!! (If you enjoy the show check out my other posts on this page!) 

NANCY DREW

The CW retelling of Nancy Drew is in the top 2 of shows that I currently cannot stop talking about. It’s still a little shocking to me that I have grown to like Nancy Drew SO MUCH. If you told me that at the start of the season I would have been like ‘really?’ But as this first season has progressed I really fell in love with the show and the characters. While we ended on an earlier cliffhanger than was intended it was still an AWESOME one that has left me with so many questions. I am so happy this show was renewed and I cannot wait till they can start filming the second season. Because I need more of these kinds of moments:

I’m pretty sure I ended my last post this way too. But come on these two are the cutest and deserve to be endgame!

Just like with Zoey’s check out this page for more detailed reviews if you are also a Nancy Drew fan!

I DIDN’T DO IT

I am SO HAPPY that this show is now on Disney Plus. I have talked about this show since it got canceled from Disney Channel far too soon (much like many of their great shows on that channel). But at least they had gotten 2 seasons and both are now available to watch on the streaming service as much as you’d like. (I think I already made it up to episode 12). In my personal opinion season 2 is stronger than season 1 mainly because it doesn’t follow the classic structure of the “I didn’t do it” episode. What I mean by this is starting the episode out with some sort of hi-jinks and having the 5 best friends exclaim they “didn’t do it” or this isn’t how they thought things would go. Then we flashback to events either earlier in the day or week, etc, leading up to the first scene’s events. This style can get very repetitious, but with funny plots and likable characters certain episodes work better than others. However, by season 2 this structure was gone completely and I think the show strongly benefited from it. I truly believe this group of friends felt like a teenage “Friends” sitcom. They had a hang out at a smoothie cafe, two of them were siblings (here twins) and each member of the group resembled a character from the classic NBC show. They even had the two that felt like Ross and Rachel like each other romantically. Who knows where the show would have gone if it wasn’t cancelled. Check it out and let me know if you find more comparisons.    

And Last But Not Least...

WORLD ON FIRE

The most recent show I’ve started watching is currently airing on PBS after previously airing on the BBC. This drama throws us into the beginnings of WWII as we follow several characters from different parts of the globe, from England to Germany and Poland. I’m really loving the diverse cast and seeing through the eyes of so many characters during this turning point of history. While I have only watched 2 episodes so far, I already feel very invested in each of their lives and cannot wait to see what happens next. Already so many twists and turns have occurred in such a short amount of time. The episodes go by really fast and will have you thinking a lot after. If you are a fan of a lot of other Masterpiece’s Classics I would highly suggest checking it out. 

I hope everyone is staying safe and well! 

[mtvswatches]

Friends 2x08 The One With The List

Previous Recaps

In a nutshell: Everyone finds out about THE KISS. Chandler buys a laptop. Ross writes a list. Monica works for Mockolate. There’s a lot of staring at the rain out the window while U2 plays in the background.

Chandler: Chandler gets a new laptop and he’s obsessed, and honestly? Same. He then comes up with the idea that Ross should create a PROS/CONS list for both Julie and Rachel so that he can decide who to be with… because that’s exactly how all matters of the heart should be decided, right? To Chandler’s credit, he feels terribly sorry for coming up with the idea of the list and for not thinking on his feet and preventing Rachel from reading it (not that she didn’t deserve to know, but she deserved to have her feelings spared, you know?)

Joey: Joey’s solution for Ross’s conundrum? Threesome. But he’s the biggest fangirl once Ross breaks up with Julie and Rachel shows up at the apartment. I always loved Joey’s softer side.

Monica: Monica gets a job for Mockolate, creating Thanksgiving recipes. It’s a somewhat “comic” – in the “I know this is supposed to make me go haha” sense – relief in the midst of all the Ross-Rachel drama. Mockolate doesn’t get the FDA approval in the end, but Monica earns her pay anyway. And she also probably got some side effects.

Phoebe: Ross asks Phoebe to play a song in order to defuse the awkwardness of the situation - Julie showing up at the coffee shop, oblivious to the fact that her boyfriend had been smooching with Rachel the night before. Phoebe then played the iconic song “Two of Them Kissed Last Night”. HE MUST DECIDE.

Rachel: Rachel shares her excitement with the girls about THE KISS. Her exhilaration quickly dwindles, though, as she sees how A) Ross is still with Julie and hasn’t either told her about them nor has he broken up with her, and B) Ross hasn’t called her. Ross was already making her question her own worth. In the end, Ross kind of made up his mind, and Rachel is so happy that he’s going to get her coat, and then she sees the list on the computer (how contrived was the way she had to parade herself all through the apartment in order for her to face the computer and read what was on the screen? Why didn’t they just leave the computer on the kitchen counter? Did the computer have to be next to the printer, is that why?) And then the printer starts working. The boys try to distract her, but it’s too late, she saw her name there and she needs to know what it was about. Rachel OBVIOUSLY outsmarts them, and ends up reading the list. Kind of ditzy. Too into her looks. Spoiled. Just a waitress. Ouch. She’s disappointed and hurt, and rightfully so. To this day, Rachel words still hit close to home:  “Imagine the worst things you think about yourself. Now, how would you feel if the one person that you trusted the most in the world not only thinks them too, but actually uses them as reasons not to be with you.” There’s no worse feeling in the world than having someone you love spew at you the most awful things you think of yourself but try to convince yourself are not true – when they say those things, it’s confirmation that they’re true, and that you’re not good enough. I applaud Rachel for standing her ground and not letting Ross walk all over her. But it’s painful to watch her be so heartbroken.

Ross: I see how the contrast they showed between the girls and the boys reacting to Ross and Rachel’s kiss is supposed to be funny, but who are we kidding? Ross would actually act like one of the girls. This is the guy who has been holding a torch for the same girl SINCE THE 9TH FUCKING GRADE. Am I really supposed to buy that he would just be: “oh yeah I kissed her, tongue, yeah”? REALLY? He’s been DREAMING about this moment for YEARS, literally. I’d say he would be a tad more excited, right? While he is excited about the prospect of being with Rachel, he is still very much in a committed relationship with Julie. They were about to get a cat, remember? And this is the episode where Ross’s “Nice Guy” schtick starts to show. He says he feels all torn about it, but if he truly were, he would’ve told Julie what happened the previous night. Instead, he continues to pretend everything is okay with Julie while making Rachel feel like the other woman. He was the one who came back to the coffee shop, remember? He was the one in a relationship, who shouldn’t have cheated on their partner, right? Anyway, Ross follows Chandler’s advice to compile a list comparing Julie and Rachel. And while it is sweet how Julie’s biggest con was that she was not Rachel, the whole comparison thing is simply despicable – especially considering how quickly he came up with the list of flaws for Rachel. Eventually, he does the right thing – sort of – and breaks things off with Julie. Goodbye, Julie. You won’t be missed, but you were a nice girl who deserved much better than Ross Geller. Ross thought he could have his cake and eat it too, but Rachel did not want anything to do with him after reading his list. He then climbs into the girls’ balcony, with a list of all the things he loves about Rachel. Which would’ve been an amazing romantic gesture. You know, if he hadn’t written that other list in the first place. There’s no convincing Rachel, though. Ross reasons that if things were the other way around, there was nothing she could’ve said that would make him not want to be with her. Which is 100% unverifiable. There’s no way to know he would’ve been so mighty. Actually, considering how petty he can be, I’d wager he wouldn’t let it go, but whatever. His argument is proven invalid, though, when Rachel argues that she would never write the list in the first place. Ross gives it one last shot – he sends a song request to a radio show, with a message for Rachel.  But not even the radio host is on Ross’s side.

One Iconic Scene:

Ross and Rachel’s first break-up in front of the whole gang.

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