#monica and chandler coded

[silli---lilli]

Soap: You know I was thinking...what if I unpack here? Ghost: Then all your stuff would be here. Soap: Well...what if all my stuff was here? Ghost: *frowning* Then you'd be going back and forth all the time. It doesn't make any sense.

Soap smiles. He knows Simon doesn't expect it, that maybe he doesn't quite grasp how ready he is to never leave his side. He knows the idea of being wanted that way is so foreign to him, it doesn't even cross his mind.

Soap: Okay. What if we lived together and you understand what I'm saying? Ghost turns quickly, surprised. Ghost: Live together? There have been no signs for that. Soap: *grinning again* Well me asking is kind of a sign.

[lilislegacy]

hazel: percy and annabeth just have the most beautiful relationship

piper: i know! they are SO in love

frank: and they are always so on the same page

leo: and their relationship is so mature

*meanwhile*

percy and annabeth outside the cabin fighting over who gets to talk to sally on the phone first:

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Nancy walked through the door with a huff as she tried to slam it behind her. Steve, who had a day off, was lounging on the couch. She managed to close the door, collapsing against it.

"Bad day?" Steve asked. "You're home early."

"They sent me home," Nancy said.

"Why?" Steve asked.

"They said I'm too sick to work," she replied.

"Are you?" Steve asked.

"No!" She yelled and then proceeded to sneeze so hard that her back hit the wall. "I meant to do that."

Now that she mentioned it, her face was flush, and her nose was very red.

"Right," Steve said. "I'll get the medicine, and you get yourself into some jammies."

"I'm not sick! There's this article that I need to turn in - ," Nancy said.

"Did your advisor give you some extra time to finish?" Steve asked.

"Well, yeah - "

"Then what's the rush?" He asked.

"Me! Steve, I'm the rush! I'm up for editor, and I need to prove that I am capable - ," Nancy started to say.

"Of what? That germs are afraid of you?" Steve asked with a scoff. "Nancy, you're still only human, and germs affect you like everyone else."

"I'm not sick," Nancy protested and let out a hacking, wet cough.

Steve smiled in amusement for a moment before walking over to her. He touched her forehead with the back of his hand and frowned.

"Yeah, you're hot," Steve said.

"Mm, so are you, mister," Nancy smiled.

"Yeah, no, I meant burning up as in you have a fever," he replied.

Nancy smiled as she ran her hands up and down his chest.

"Come on, Stebe, let's go make lobe," Nancy smirked.

"Okay, first off all, there's a v in Steve and in love. Second, I'm not having sex with a sick person. That would make me a sick person in more ways than one," he said.

"Maybe you're the one who's sick," Nancy said. "You're so sick that you think I'm sick."

"You can't manipulate me, Mrs. Wheeler," Steve said, laughing.

"Yes, I can, Mr. Wheeler," Nancy laughed and poked the tip of his nose.

"Go get into your jammies, and I'm going to make you some soup," Steve said and kissed her sweaty forehead.

"I'm going to put them on because I want to, and I'm going to eat your soup because your food is always good. I am not sick," Nancy said.

"Yeah, okay," Steve laughed.

When Steve finished making the soup, he'd figured that Nancy would have been down by now. He frowned and moved to go check on her just as she entered the kitchen. She was wearing her checkered pink pajama bottoms and his old swim shirt. She was pouting.

"I think I'm sick," Nancy said miserably.

"Well, the first step is to admit you have a problem," Steve said.

"Shut up," she said, but she was smiling. "I wish I could say it smelled good, but I can't smell at all."

Steve smiled as she plopped down at the table. He set the food in front of her along with a glass of orange and some pills. He sat down beside her and rubbed her back as she ate. Once she ate and drank as much as she could, he cleaned up before helping her to the living room. He turned on her favorite movie, grabbed a blanket, set a bowl on the floor, and laid down with her on the couch. He threw the blanket over both of them, holding her tightly and continued to rub her back.

"Thank you," Nancy said with a sigh. "Especially for taking care of me when I couldn't admit I needed help."

"For the rest of my goddamn life, Nancy Wheeler," Steve promised. "In sickness and in health."

Nancy smiled and drifted off to sleep in the safety of her husband's arms.

"In sickness and in health," she mumbled.

[mhm-mhm-yeah-yeah]

I don't care that it doesn't match my theme. I am not removing Monica and Chandler from my pfp.

[ziggystqrdust]

eh, we weren’t that close anyway

that scene of monica in the balcony telling a pedestrian to come to her apartment so chandler could fight him for telling her to shut up about her engagement is so draco coded

and harry WOULD go crazy if draco had a secret locked closet he didn’t know the contents of (ron thinks its flesh eating spiders)

and hermione and pansy as phoebe and rachel

[luveline]

hi! i just remembered a scene from friends where chandler says to monica it's ok she's high maintenance cause he likes maintaining her and i think this is soooo spencer and bombshell!reader coded. you're ok with writing this as a request? love u jadey

ty (ily)!! fem!reader

Spencer’s feet ache dully with each step he takes, but you have your hand in his, and you’re pulling him along with a smile. Your smile could cure anything, he thinks stupidly. It’s completely outside of his beliefs, goes against every book on medicine he’s ever read. 

“Why are you frowning?” you ask, swinging his hand as you turn the corner together. 

“I’m not.” 

You step closer, arm stuck to his arm, nearly one body walking together against the summer breeze. “You’re frowning, Spence. You have a very obvious pout. It is so so cute.” You lean in to kiss him quickly, his heart turning to a pitter-patter under his ribs. 

“I’m tired,” he explains, not wanting you to think his bad mood has anything to do with you. 

“You’ve had a long day, that’s why. When we get back to your place I’ll give you an incredible foot massage and everything will be okay again.” 

“I don’t want a foot massage. My feet don’t even hurt,” he lies.

“Don’t bother.” You untangle your fingers from his and wave him away. “I know all your tells, baby boy,” —he laughs through a wrinkled nose— “nothing gets past me.” 

“Why’d you choose a dry cleaners so far from your apartment?” he asks. You could’ve picked the one beside work, which has a yellow pages worth of fantastic reviews. The one second closest to his place is new but raved about at length. This dry cleaners is nearly twenty-five blocks away.

“They do things exactly how I like it, I guess. I never have to worry about it when I give them my best clothes, and it’s kind of expensive if they were to accidentally ruin something, right?” You have expensive taste; you like things sturdy, fitted, and fashionable. 

“Do you think I should get someone to do my laundry?” he asks. 

“You can afford it. But maybe not. There’s nothing wrong with your own washing machine and a steamer.” You side eye him carefully. “Maybe I’m over the top.” 

“You’re high maintenance,” he agrees. “Is it expensive, getting your clothes dry cleaned all the time? I could pay for that.” 

“What? Why would you pay for it?” 

“‘Cos we’re together?” He’s more worried than dry about it. “I’d like to pay for your manicures and your hair, too, but I didn’t think you’d let me.”

“And I won’t… s’kind of nice you want to though. Really nice, um.” You’re blinking funny. “I think that’s more of a husband thing. You really want to pay for me to get manicures?” 

Spencer pays for lots of your stuff because he loves you. Good food mostly, but treats, clothes, anything he might think you’re interested in, actually. He likes to spoil you. You tend to spoil him back, if not with money then affection. “I like maintaining you.” 

You curl your arm through his. “That’s a funny way to say it.” 

He laughs at your obvious delight. “I like taking care of you,” he admits. “You like being high maintenance, it makes you happy, and I like making you happy.” 

“Thank you very much,” you say, softer now as your hand works up his neck and you turn his face to you, the sidewalk and the streetlines melting away under your warm touch. “You make me happier than you know.” 

His cheeks turn pink. He doesn’t need to see himself to confirm. It’s a high statistical probability. 

“Kiss?” you ask, voice still soft. 

Spencer walks you back nearer to the side of a building and out of the way, his hands at your neck and waist as he leans down just a touch to close your gap. He acts selfishly, perhaps, taking your hand from his face in order to hold yours in both of his without anything in the way of it. He kisses, he breathes you in, his head tilting more heavily to the side as the kiss lengthens, lingers. You’re like a flower in his hand, blooming slowly under the effects of a little heat. 

“What if you pay for my dry cleaning,” you begin, a smile evident in your voice though Spencer keeps his eyes closed. Tracing the hill of your cheek with his fingers just a moment longer. “And I pay for yours?” 

Spencer thumbs along your jaw. “I don’t want anything from you, just you.” 

“Well, what if I treat us to some Indian takeout tonight?” you ask. “Would you eat that? Or am I enough to sustain you, my love?” 

He could enjoy being taken care of in turn, he thinks. 

[jamminvroomvroom]

I absolutely adore your writing,

For the celebration, could you please do virgin reader first time with Oscar?

sunshine.

op x fem!reader - 4k celebration

in which oscar arrives home to an unexpected guest…

hi hi hi! thank you so much anon, i hope this is what you wanted!! trying to get through requests, loving hearing from you guys! this one is so cute i think, let me know ur thoughts 😚😚

songs to set the mood: fall in love with you by montell fish, fade into you by mazzy star, like real people do by hozier

warnings: 18+!! minors dni!!! smut, fluff, friends to lovers, sleepy baby oscar, teeny tiny bit of angst, mutual pining, r’s first time, swearing

2.9k words

oscar’s exhausted, shoulders sagging beneath the thick material of his mclaren hoodie. he’s glad he left it in his carry on, the miserable london weather not even remotely living up to the warm glow of the middle eastern sun.

he craves his bed, dreamless sleep, entering the code to get into his building and slumping against the cool mirrored wall of the elevator. his eyes droop as the lift travels up, and the ding that sounds when he reaches his floor breathes life back into him.

the double header that kickstarted the season has knackered him, and he longs for alone time and silence to recuperate before he has to deal with the noise of going home and racing in front of a familiar crowd.

his key slides into the lock and he pushes the door open, throwing his bags by the door - he’ll deal with them later. the hoodie is shrugged off and dropped haphazardly on the floor next to the shoes he kicks off. his bed is calling. dazed, he trudges down the hallway, but he’s spooked by a faint sound coming from his bedroom.

as he primes himself to investigate, he hears footsteps, light and quiet against the floorboards. he goes to open his bedroom door, breathing heavy, but he just about jumps out of his skin when it swings open before he gets there. he yelps, and so do you, leaping into the air.

“you scared the shit out of me.” you shout, hand over your thumping heart.

“i scared you? what are you doing here?” oscar bites back, running his hand through his brown locks.

“sorry, sorry, i didn’t mean to be here without your permission but… it’s a long story. i didn’t think you’d be home yet.” you smile apologetically.

“sofa.” oscar mumbles, stalking past his bedroom and towards the living room. “what’s goi- are you wearing my shirt?” he splutters, finally looking at you properly.

your face heats up, and you cross your arms awkwardly.

“um, yeah? god, this is all so embarrassing.” you cover your face, falling onto the sofa. he plonks down beside you.

“tell me what happened.” oscar sighs.

“he dumped me.”

“oh.”

“yeah.”

“why?” oscar asks softly. “ugh, i knew i hated him for a reason.” he wrinkles his nose.

“i don’t know how to explain this without wading into major tmi territory.” your voice is small, quivering slightly.

“you can tell me, love.” he encourages gently.

“he found it weird that i’m, uh, a virgin?” you squeak, your voice raising into a question. oscar goes as red as you are.

“oh. oh.”

“oh god, you’re freaked out too. is there something wrong with me? like, why has this not happened? i thought i was ready with him, but then when it came down to it…” you ramble, trailing off.

“there’s nothing wrong with you.” oscar states, firm and serious. “him, on the other hand.” he shakes his head, disgusted. “he wasn’t good enough for you.” he spits.

“do you mind if i stay here?” you whisper, leaning into his side. “or, keep staying here?” you laugh softly. oscar joins in.

“you know you can always stay here.” he smiles sleepily. you’re just about the only person in the world he can stand right now, and always, actually. “but i need a nap, you coming?”

you nod and follow him to his room. the tv is still on, the one with monica and chandlers wedding playing quietly. oscar smiles. he knows it’s your favourite.

he flops onto his side of the bed, dropping off almost instantly. you watch over him, enamoured and sympathetic, in awe of him and the life he lives. you slip into bed beside him, leaving a respectable distance between you and the aussie.

you pass out right around chandler’s vows.

-

you stir between two thick arms. pale, warm skin is wrapped around you, oscar’s soft breath fanning your face as he sleeps.

you watch him, scanning each and every mole on his face, trying to ground yourself. you combat the anxiety of being in his arms, choosing to enjoy the moment, while he’s still peaceful. it’s nice to feel wanted, even if he’s unconscious.

for the first time, you’re glad your ex broke up with you, because how does it make sense that you feel safer, more wanted in the arms of your best friend?

“stop staring, ‘m gonna blush.” oscar mumbles, clearing his throat. his eyes are still shut, but he just knows you too well.

oscar opens his eyes slowly, blinking away sleep. you stare at each other, comfortable silence eating away at the palpable tension.

you kiss him.

because why wouldn’t you? it’s oscar, your oscar, and he’s sleepy and cosy and gorgeous, and you’ve waited too fucking long. you can’t resist it any longer, free from the bounds of being someone else’s.

his lips are warm, and he’s startled, but the surprise doesn’t falter him; just as quickly as you kiss him, he’s kissing you back. his large hand finds your face, and the other finds your waist, pulling you closer. you melt into him, impossibly closer than you already were.

he’s gentle with you, tentative but firm and you part your lips, letting him lick into your mouth. his tongue strokes softly over yours and you keen at the sensation. he pushes you onto your back, balancing on his elbow half hovering over you. your hair fans out onto the pillow, his soft fingers running through your strands, pushing them away from your flushed face. oscar pulls away, scanning your face.

“sorry.” you smile up at him, breathless.

“apology very much accepted. i’ve been wondering when that would happen.” he laughs incredulously.

“really?”

“what can i say? i’m irresistible.” he replies dryly, exercising his sense of humour that was a foundation of your friendship.

“yeah. you kinda are.” you giggle bashfully.

and then he’s kissing you again, pressing himself even closer to you. you welcome him in, wrapping your arms around his lean frame, feeling over his shoulders. he’s tense, restrained, groaning into you at the feeling of your hands raking over his back.

“we should stop.” he mumbles, noses bumping. you frown.

“why?”

“because you said earlier, you’re not ready for this and i’m… well, things are gonna get real awkward if we keep going.” he chokes out half a laugh, glancing down at his-

“oh.”

“yeah, i just, i don’t want to make you uncomfortable. we can go slow.”

“osc, i wasn’t ready with him,” you pause, collecting your thoughts. “but you’re not him.”

“i suppose that’s true.” he shrugs.

“then you better do something.”

oscar lays you back, climbing over you completely this time. his trails over your jaw, taking your chin between his fingers.

“are you sure about this? we can stop anytime, just say the words.”

“‘m sure, oscar. i want to do this with you.” you coo, reassuringly.

his lips run over your neck, your collarbone, and he mouths at the collar of the t-shirt that you’re wearing. his t-shirt. his.

“gonna take this off, yeah?” he asks, whispering low, right by your ear.

“yeah, please.” you say, your own hands running under his t-shirt and up his muscular back. he’s relaxed now, no tension between his shoulder blades, and so you push the material up, and he slips it over his head. his warm digits peel your shirt off, too, and you’re warm all over when his eyes trail over your chest.

you’d forgone a bra, ditching it when you’d arrived at his place, and his pupils are blown wide, hazel hues sparkling with desire. his hands slide up your ribcage, thumbing at the underside of your breasts, while he plants open mouthed kisses down your chest. your eyes flutter shut, gasping softly as he skims your nipple.

“oscar.” you breathe, the light whimper sending his blood rushing south.

“does that feel good?” he asks, searching your face for answers.

“more.” you sound strained, desperate, and he aches.

his sucks your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the swollen bud. he toys with the other one, massaging your breast with his skilful fingers, tweaking and pulling until you’re panting beneath him. he pulls away with a pop, licking over to the other side, deciding to test your limits when he nips delicately at the peak. you moan, bucking your hips, hypersensitive to his every move.

you can feel how hard he is, his grey joggers growing tighter with every passing second.

“want all of you, osc.” you plead.

“need to get you ready for me first, okay honey?” he rubs circles into your sides, warm and calloused. you relax fully, lifting your hips.

oscar mouthed over your belly, peppering sunshine-like kisses down your abdomen until he finds the band of your loose shorts. he mumbles something into you navel about taking them off and you nod, enthusiastic and frantic. you can feel his smile branding your sensitive skin. the material glides down your thighs, pooling at your ankles, and you kick them away. he parts your thighs, making himself comfortable on his belly, and thumbs at the crease of your leg, toying with your panties.

he drags his pointer finger over your covered slit, up and down slowly, applying more pressure every time he brushes over your clit. oscar can see where you’re starting to seep through your panties and he stifles a low groan, anxious to peel the cotton off of your body, the final barrier separating him from you, so he does, pulling them slowly down your legs. he studies your face as he does, keeping his eyes firmly on yours. your lip catches between your teeth, aching as you watch, helpless and wet.

oscar kisses your hip bone, sucking gently until he’s stained it purple, and then his warm breath is fanning your cunt. your eyes squeeze shut.

“look at me, baby. gotta keep your eyes on me.” oscar mutters. your pussy clenches around nothing at the tone of his voice. you pry your eyes open, just about managing to prop yourself up on your elbows. “that’s it, honey. has anyone ever done this to you before?”

you shake your head, no. he smiles to himself, like he knows something you don’t, and dives in.

his tongue works in slow strokes, dragging through your slick with intent, eyes locked with yours. you must look like a deer in headlights, pupils blown, shocked with pleasure when you collapse against the mattress. he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking, tasting, and your legs go weak, splayed open all for him. you whimper as he tugs your clit between his teeth, just enough to graze over the sensitive nerves. it sends your hips flying, bucking wildly against his face.

“osc…” you breathe, squeezing your eyes shut.

“‘m gonna give you some more, is that okay?” he asks, nose bumping your clit.

“yes, please.” you don’t know what more is, but you need it like air.

you feel a finger glide over your sodden flesh, rubbing over your entrance. you sigh out, oh, anticipation and bliss sending white heat down your spine. he circles his finger around your opening, coating it in you, and carefully slides it in, feeling out for any sign of tension or discomfort. when you grind your hips onto the single digit, he knows you’re okay.

it feels good, better than anything you’d ever felt on your own, and you writhe against his bedspread. he thrusts a couple of times, experimenting, seeing what makes you squirm for him the right way, and when his finger curls, hooking deliciously, he knows he’s struck gold. you arch off the bed, searching for more, more, anything.

“another one.” you cry, begging, and oscar’s not one to tease. not yet, anyway.

a second finger joins the lonesome first, and he finds some pace, fucking into you faster. he scissors the digits, stretching you out for him, enjoying the pretty view. he’s achingly hard now, rocking discreetly into the mattress, losing his mind as he watches how you drip around his fingers. he wants another taste of you, addicted already to sweet, salty honey, so he has to finish you off, lap your mess off of his long fingers.

“i think- i think-“ you can’t get the words out, they’re lost on your tongue, but oscar knows what you mean.

“that’s it, baby. so good for me, doing so good. cum for me.” he spurs you on, drawing it out of you.

you let go, crashing biblically, the high sending you to heaven and back, two times over. he grinds his fingers, softer, just enough to help you through it and you chant his name like you’re praying at an alter. you know that you’ll never be over this. your oscar.

“holy shit.” you giggle, smiling lazily as you return to the world of the living. he’s licking his fingers clean; you could black out so easily.

“did you enjoy that?” he punctuates with a kiss to your belly, crawling up your body until he’s hovering over you.

“maybe you should do it again, just so that i can really make sure that i did.” you tease. your hand rakes through his hair, pushing it back off of his face. he’s grinning down at you, eyes fluttering shut. “that was amazing.” you whisper. he’s blushing when he kisses you, and then you are too, when you taste yourself on his tongue.

he moans against your lips, making you pull back. your hand leaves his brown strands, joining your other, which is currently voyaging down his back.

“you’re wearing too many clothes.” you whisper, lips bumping his as your hands slide under the waistband of his sweats. something desperate emits from the back of his throat. you push them over his hips, fisting the thick fabric, eager to have him bare on top of you once and for all. oscar helps, kicking them away, boxers too.

you can feel him, thick and wet between your thighs, his breathing uneven. your nails graze his hip and he jolts, collapsing on top of you, his full weight covering your keening body. he kisses into the crook of your neck, frantic; you need him deep, immediately, his urgent change in form leaving you flushed.

“you want me?” he whispers into your ear, leaving you shivering.

“so bad.” you pant.

“i’ll be gentle.” he promises.

he guides himself through your folds, slippery and warm, all for him. he nudges the head inside of you, hips stuttering at the blinding tightness. you gasp, but he catches it in his mouth, softly moulding his lips to yours as he pushes further. you open up for him, pliant, and when he eventually bottoms out, he holds himself there, letting you adjust.

“oh, fuck.” your eyes roll back, nails leaving crescent marks in his shoulders.

“so good for me, so pretty.” oscar grunts. “say when, baby.” he breathes, rubbing soothing circles into your hip.

“move.”

oscar rolls his hips, rocking you into the mattress. he hooks your knee over his waist, driving himself deeper and deeper with every thrust. you’re boneless, lost to the delectable stretch, to the way his cock seems to touch every part of you that makes you quiver.

“tell me how it feels.” oscar murmurs, grip tightening on your thigh.

“fuck, oscar, it’s so good. ‘m so glad it’s you.” your voice shakes, raw with emotion.

“me fucking too.” he mumbles, increasing his pace ever so slightly.

his thrusts lull into more of a grind, reaching your depths and revelling in the way you only get tighter for him. you’re spilling around him, already so close to meeting your end, and all it takes is the calloused pad of his thumb brushing your bundle of nerves to have you convulsing. you’re somewhere else entirely, on a whole other spiritual plane, utterly and completely his as he fucks you through your second orgasm.

when he spills, white hot and sweat slicked, he gushes endless hushed whines of your name. it sounds perfect when he says it like this, rolling off of his tongue with dire urgency.

his dampened hair falls over his darkened eyes, full of stars and total adoration. you’re smiling sleepily up at him like he’s made of sunshine. you always thought he was, and now you know that he most definitely is.

the most beautiful sunshine man.

“hi.” he whispers.

“hi.” you whisper back.

an intimacy, different to the one you’ve just shared, blossoms between you, encapsulating you here with him endlessly.

“i’m gonna clean you up, ‘n then we’re gonna order food.” he gazes fondly, stroking your hair.

“perfect.” you agree.

“put friends back on, i’m gonna run you a bath.” he begrudgingly stands from the bed, trailing towards the en-suite.

“you’re gonna join me in there, right?” you admire his naked frame as he disappears into the bathroom.

“obviously.” he pokes his head out once more to scoff, and you lay there, grinning like the worlds most lovesick idiot, your thoughts dulled by the sound of running water.

when the bath is full of hot water and too many bubbles, he gets in first, and you sink into the revitalising heat. oscar pulls you close, your back to his chest, kissing over your hairline as you mould yourself against him.

“thank god you broke in.”

-

oh i’m soft

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[ellswritings]

Hiii love! I was wondering if u could u could do a c bing imagine where the reader and him are best friends but then chandler gets feelings for her and thinks about confessing but she gets a boyfriend then her boyfriend breaks up with her then chandler tells her how she feels and lotss of fluffy thx alot!

I took some creative liberties with this, but I do hope it lives up to your expectations 🫶🫶

We Can’t Be Friends

Chandler Bing x reader

TW: Idiots in love, Chandler pining, angsty fluff, reader is oblivious.

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“Is there a reason you’re standing on a ladder in the middle of my apartment building, or is this just a regular Wednesday afternoon for you?” Chandler Bing’s sarcastic voice rings out as he sets the groceries down on his kitchen table.

He finds the scene in front of him highly amusing. His best friend, Y/N L/N, on a seven foot ladder, arms outstretched in the air with a lightbulb in her mouth. She freezes at the sound of his voice, her eyes widening which only makes her position much more funny. Chandler chuckles at her ‘deer in the headlights’ look.

She stops what she’s doing, removing the bulb from her mouth, “Joey said you had a messed up light bulb. I thought I could come and replace it for you guys,” she answers like it’s not a big deal.

Chandler smiles, walking over to her. He cranes his neck up as she’s still pretty high above him, “And what would you have done if said ladder would’ve toppled over and neither of us were home?”

“Called for Monica,” Y/N shrugs. “She says her ears are permanently equipped to hear my voice because I’ve been talking her ear off since the day we met in the second grade,” she says with a devilish grin.

“Why don’t you let me do that?” He holds his hand out for her to come down. “It is my apartment.”

“No,” Y/N replies stubbornly, turning back to the task at hand. “I came over here to do this before either of you would get home. It was supposed to be a surprise, but you coming home early ruined it.”

“I’m sorry my presence is such a burden,” he places a hand on his chest in mock offense.

“If I was a couple steps lower, I’d kick you.”

Chandler smirked, shaking his head. "You're impossible, you know that?"

"Impossible in a 'thank you for replacing our lightbulb' way or a 'please get off the ladder before you break your neck' way?" Y/N quipped, expertly twisting the new bulb into place.

"Somewhere in between," Chandler muttered, stepping back as she climbed down the ladder with practiced ease.

Y/N hopped off the last rung and turned to face him, a triumphant grin lighting up her face. "See? No neck-breaking required. Light’s fixed, and you didn’t even have to lift a finger. You’re welcome."

Chandler let out a soft laugh, folding his arms across his chest. "Thank you, Florence Nightingale of home maintenance. How can I ever repay you? I mean, the heroism it must’ve taken to risk your life for our dim kitchen—truly inspiring."

"You're welcome," she replied, her grin turning devilish. "And as for payment, I’ll take a lifetime supply of sarcasm. Oh, wait—you’ve already got me covered there."

"Touché," Chandler said, a mock-serious expression on his face. "But really, how does someone like you even know how to change a lightbulb? This feels suspiciously like you’re trying to one-up me."

"Someone like me?" Y/N raised an eyebrow, leaning slightly toward him. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

"Someone who claims they can’t even put furniture together without an emotional breakdown," he teased, tilting his head.

"That’s different," she argued, her tone playful. "Furniture comes with instructions that read like a secret code. Lightbulbs? They’re simple. Unscrew the bad, screw in the good. Even Joey could manage it."

"Low bar," Chandler said, chuckling.

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile. "Anyway, maybe I’m just full of surprises. Ever think of that?"

Chandler’s smile faltered slightly, his gaze softening. "Yeah," he said quietly. "You definitely are."

Y/N didn’t notice the sudden change in his tone, too busy gathering her bag from the counter. But Chandler noticed. He always noticed. It was part of the problem.

She wasn’t just full of surprises. She was full of life. Full of little quirks and moments that made his chest tighten in the best—and worst—way. Like the way she scrunched her nose when she laughed at one of her own jokes or how her eyes lit up when she talked about something she loved.

And it wasn’t just her quirks. It was the way she made him feel like the most important person in the room, even when she was just teasing him about his bad hair days or his overuse of sarcasm. With Y/N, he didn’t have to try to be someone else. She just got him.

But she’d never see him as more than her goofy best friend. Why would she? She was Y/N—gorgeous, funny, brilliant Y/N. And he was just... Chandler.

He shook the thought away as she turned back to him, her expression teasing.

"Alright, Mr. Bing, I’m off to save the world one lightbulb at a time," she said, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

"Don’t let the fame go to your head," he replied, smirking.

"Too late." She paused, her eyes narrowing playfully as she looked at him. "You’re staring at me again. Should I be concerned?"

Chandler blinked, startled. "What? No, I wasn’t staring. I was, uh... admiring your ladder-climbing technique. Very professional."

"Uh-huh," she said, clearly not buying it. "Well, if you need anything else fixed, you know who to call."

"Yeah, I’ll just dial 1-800-WONDER-WOMAN," he joked.

"Exactly," she said with a wink before heading for the door.

Chandler watched her go, his heart doing that annoying flutter thing it always did when she was around. It wasn’t fair. She didn’t even have to try, and she had him completely undone.

As the door clicked shut behind her, Chandler sank onto the couch with a heavy sigh.

She made his heart race. Every look, every smile, every sarcastic jab—it all sent his mind spinning. And it wasn’t just physical, though he’d be lying if he said he didn’t notice how beautiful she was. It was everything about her.

The way she always remembered the little things, like his favorite kind of coffee or the exact way he liked his popcorn during a movie night. The way she could make him laugh even when he felt like the world was falling apart. The way she believed in him, even when he couldn’t believe in himself.

And then there was the way she flirted with him—or at least, what he thought might be flirting. He wasn’t sure. She could just be naturally charming. Either way, it drove him crazy.

"You’re impossible," he muttered under his breath, echoing his earlier words.

But the truth was, he didn’t want her to change. He loved her just the way she was—completely impossible and entirely unforgettable.

He just wished she’d see him the way he saw her.

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Chandler was lounging on his recliner, flipping through a magazine without much interest, when the door to the apartment burst open. Y/N strolled in, her face practically glowing with excitement.

"Guess what!" she announced, practically bouncing on her heels.

Chandler glanced up lazily. "You’ve finally realized that standing on a ladder unsupervised was reckless and are here to formally apologize?"

She rolled her eyes, dropping her bag onto the counter. "Nope. Try again."

He arched an eyebrow. "You’ve decided to give up your lifelong dream of replacing lightbulbs professionally?"

"Wrong again," Y/N said, plopping down onto the couch with a grin so wide it made Chandler’s stomach twist in a way he tried to ignore. "I have a date tonight!"

The words hit Chandler like a bucket of ice water. His mouth went dry, and his grip tightened on the magazine. He forced a smile, though it felt more like a grimace. "Oh," he said, his voice slightly higher than usual. "That’s... great."

Y/N, oblivious as always, missed the strain in his voice. She tucked her legs under her and beamed at him. "I know, right? I met him at the coffee shop yesterday while I was waiting for Rachel. He was ahead of me in line, and we started chatting because he noticed I was humming along to the music playing. Turns out, he’s a fan of musicals too!"

"Musicals," Chandler repeated, his tone laced with a sarcasm she didn’t catch. "Sounds like Prince Charming."

"Doesn’t he?" she said, her eyes lighting up. "And get this—he didn’t just know Les Misérables and Phantom of the Opera. He brought up Funny Girl! Like, how many guys know Funny Girl?"

"Well, I guess he’s a real unicorn," Chandler muttered under his breath, glancing toward Joey for backup.

Joey, seated at the kitchen counter eating a sandwich, shot Chandler a wide-eyed look that clearly said, What is happening right now? But he stayed quiet, watching the scene unfold like it was the latest episode of a drama he couldn’t look away from.

Y/N kept talking, oblivious to the growing tension in Chandler’s posture. "We ended up talking for like twenty minutes! His name’s Ryan, and he’s a graphic designer. He’s super funny and really easy to talk to. Oh, and he loves coffee almost as much as I do, so that’s already a win."

Chandler forced another smile, though it felt more like a grimace. "Wow. Coffee, musicals, and he’s funny. Did you also find out if he rescues puppies in his free time?"

Y/N laughed, missing the bitterness beneath his words. "I don’t know about puppies, but he did mention volunteering at a local art center. How cool is that?"

"Very cool," Chandler said through gritted teeth, staring down at his magazine like it might offer some kind of distraction.

Y/N leaned forward, resting her chin in her hand. "I mean, I know it’s just one date, but he seems... different, you know? Like, maybe he could actually be someone worth getting to know."

Chandler swallowed hard, the knot in his chest tightening with every word she said. He hated how much he cared. Hated how his chest ached at the thought of her with someone else. But most of all, he hated how obvious it probably was to everyone but her.

"Well, I hope he’s everything you’re looking for," Chandler said, his voice dripping with forced cheerfulness.

"Thanks, Chan," Y/N said, smiling at him. "I’ll let you know how it goes. I’m meeting him at that little Italian place down the street. You know, the one with the candles and the live music? It’s so cute!"

Chandler nodded, barely listening now. His mind was too busy imagining this Ryan guy sitting across from Y/N, making her laugh, holding her hand. The thought made his stomach churn.

Y/N glanced at the clock and jumped up. "I should get going if I want to change and do something with my hair before tonight. Wish me luck!"

"Good luck," Chandler said, his voice flat.

"Not too much luck," Joey added with a grin, trying to lighten the mood.

Y/N laughed and waved them off before heading out the door, leaving the apartment far too quiet in her absence.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Joey turned to Chandler, his eyebrows raised. "Really, dude?"

"What?" Chandler snapped, tossing the magazine onto the coffee table.

"That was brutal," Joey said, shaking his head. "You looked like you were gonna explode every time she said his name."

"I did not," Chandler argued, though his flushed face said otherwise.

Joey pointed a finger at him. "You like her."

Chandler’s jaw tightened. "I do not like her. She’s my best friend. I’m happy for her."

"Yeah, sure," Joey said, leaning back in his chair. "That’s why you were practically growling every time she talked about this Ryan guy."

Chandler groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Okay, fine. Maybe I do like her. But what am I supposed to do? She’s already going on a date with this... graphic designer, coffee-drinking, musical-loving saint."

"Tell her how you feel," Joey said simply.

"Yeah, because that’s worked out so well for me in the past," Chandler muttered.

Joey shrugged. "What’s the worst that could happen? She doesn’t feel the same way? At least you’d know instead of sitting here, torturing yourself."

Chandler sighed, slumping back in his chair. "Yeah, well, I think I’ll stick with torturing myself for now. Thanks for the advice, Dr. Phil."

Joey rolled his eyes, but the conversation ended there. Chandler’s thoughts, however, were far from over.

He didn’t know how long he could keep pretending he didn’t care. But for now, he’d fake a smile and hope she didn’t notice the cracks forming underneath.

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Chandler stood frozen, his jaw clenched as the laughter from the kitchen spilled into the living room. Rachel and Joey exchanged looks, both of them clearly bracing for the inevitable fallout.

"Seriously, dude," Joey whispered, leaning closer. "You gotta get it together. You’re about one snarky comment away from making things weird."

Chandler ignored him, glaring at the kitchen door like it had personally offended him. When Y/N returned, her date trailing behind her, Chandler’s fake smile reappeared.

"Well, Ryan," he said, crossing his arms, "looks like you’ve survived the first outing with the Great and Wonderful Y/N. How’s it feel? Like scaling Everest?"

Ryan blinked, clearly unsure if that was a joke or not. "Uh... it was great, actually. She’s amazing."

Chandler’s jaw tightened further, but he forced a laugh. "Amazing, right. Of course, she is."

Y/N frowned, catching the edge in his tone. "What’s your problem, Chandler?"

"My problem?" Chandler said, raising his eyebrows in mock innocence. "Oh, I don’t have a problem. I’m thrilled. Ecstatic. Overjoyed that you’ve found someone who appreciates your encyclopedic knowledge of musicals."

Ryan chuckled nervously, glancing between them. "Um... maybe I should—"

"No, you’re fine," Y/N interrupted, turning her glare back to Chandler. "Chandler’s just being... Chandler."

"Yep," Chandler said, his voice tight. "That’s me. Just being me. The guy who’s always here. Always around. Always—"

"Chandler," Rachel hissed from the couch, cutting him off.

Ryan took a cautious step back. "I think I should probably head out. It’s getting late, and..." He gestured vaguely toward the door.

Y/N sighed, her frustration with Chandler momentarily giving way to an apologetic smile for Ryan. "I’ll walk you out."

As soon as the door closed behind them, Rachel smacked Chandler’s arm. "What is wrong with you?"

"I don’t know what you’re talking about," Chandler said, feigning nonchalance.

Joey snorted. "Dude, you basically growled at the guy. You’re acting like a jealous ex-boyfriend, except you’ve never even dated her."

Before Chandler could respond, the door opened again, and Y/N stormed back in.

"Okay, what the hell was that?" she demanded, hands on her hips.

Chandler threw up his hands. "What was what? I was perfectly polite."

"Polite?" Y/N repeated, her voice rising. "You were rude, Chandler. Snarky and rude for no reason!"

"I wasn’t being rude," he argued, though even he didn’t sound convinced. "I was just... making conversation."

"Right," she said, narrowing her eyes. "Because making someone feel uncomfortable in my home is your version of small talk?"

"Well, excuse me for not rolling out the red carpet for Mr. Perfect Coffee Shop Guy!" Chandler snapped, his frustration bubbling over.

Y/N froze, staring at him in disbelief. "Are you serious right now? What is your problem with Ryan?"

"I don’t have a problem with him!" Chandler shot back. "I have a problem with... this whole thing!"

She blinked, clearly taken aback. "What thing?"

"This thing where you meet some random guy, and suddenly he’s all you can talk about, like he’s God’s gift to humanity, and—and—" Chandler faltered, running a hand through his hair.

"And what, Chandler?" Y/N demanded, her voice softer now but no less intense. "What are you trying to say?"

Chandler hesitated, the words caught in his throat. He wanted to tell her. Wanted to lay it all out there, to finally say how he felt. But the fear of ruining everything—of losing her—was too strong.

"Nothing," he said finally, his voice flat. "It’s nothing."

Y/N scoffed, throwing her hands in the air. "Unbelievable. You’re acting like a child, Chandler. A jealous, immature child."

"Jealous?" he said, laughing bitterly. "I’m not jealous. I just think maybe you should be a little more careful about who you bring into your life."

Her eyes narrowed, and her voice turned icy. "Thanks for the unsolicited advice, Dad. I think I can handle my own life."

"Fine," Chandler snapped. "Then go ahead. Date him. Marry him. Have his stupid little musical-loving babies. See if I care!"

Y/N’s face flushed with anger. "You know what, Chandler? Forget it. I don’t have the energy for this." She turned on her heel and stormed toward her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

The apartment was silent for a moment before Rachel let out a low whistle. "Wow. That was... something."

Chandler groaned, collapsing onto the couch. "I blew it, didn’t I?"

Joey nodded solemnly. "Oh yeah. Big time."

Rachel rolled her eyes. "You are such an idiot, Chandler. Why didn’t you just tell her how you feel?"

"Because it’s not that simple!" he protested.

"Actually, it kind of is," Joey said. "You like her. She likes you. But instead of saying something, you just make everything awkward."

"She doesn’t like me," Chandler said, his voice defeated.

"How do you know?" Rachel challenged.

"Because she’s out there, dating other people!"

Rachel sighed, sitting next to him. "Chandler, she’s dating other people because she doesn’t think you’re interested. You hide behind sarcasm and jokes, but she’s not a mind reader. If you don’t tell her, how is she supposed to know?"

Joey nodded. "She’s not gonna wait around forever, man."

Chandler leaned back, closing his eyes. He knew they were right, but that didn’t make it any easier. He’d spent so long convincing himself that Y/N could never feel the same way, and now he didn’t know how to undo it.

"Maybe tomorrow," he said finally.

Rachel rolled her eyes. "You keep saying that, and one day, tomorrow’s going to be too late."

But Chandler didn’t respond. Instead, he stared at Y/N’s closed door, wishing he had the courage to knock and finally tell her the truth.

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The apartment was quiet except for the hum of the TV, where Joey was flipping through channels aimlessly. Chandler sat slouched in his recliner, arms crossed, looking miserable.

Y/N stood outside the door, clutching a tin of cookies to her chest. She had spent hours baking them—a peace offering after their blowout argument last week. It wasn’t like her to let things fester, especially with Chandler. But every time she thought about his weird behavior and the biting sarcasm that had set her off, she’d hesitated.

Finally, though, she decided enough was enough. Taking a deep breath, Y/N pushed the door open and stepped inside. She opened her mouth to announce her arrival but froze when she heard Chandler’s voice.

"You know, Joey, I really screwed this up," Chandler was saying, his voice low and defeated.

Joey glanced up from the TV, alarm flashing across his face when he saw Y/N by the door. He gestured wildly, trying to signal Chandler, but Chandler was too lost in his thoughts to notice.

"I mean, what was I supposed to do?" Chandler continued, throwing up his hands. "She comes in here, all perfect and funny and amazing, and I just... freak out. I can’t be around her without feeling like my heart’s going to explode. And then she goes on a date, and I act like a total jerk because I’m—" He stopped, groaning. "Because I’m in love with her. There, I said it. I’m in love with her, and it’s the absolute worst."

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat, her grip tightening on the tin of cookies.

Joey, still frantically gesturing, tried again. "Uh, dude—"

"What, Joey?" Chandler snapped, glancing over.

Joey’s eyes widened even further, darting toward Y/N.

It clicked. Chandler’s face drained of color, his expression twisting in horror. "She’s right behind me, isn’t she?"

Joey nodded rapidly.

Chandler turned slowly, like a man bracing for impact. When his eyes landed on Y/N, who stood frozen in the doorway, her cheeks flushed and her eyes wide, he let out a weak laugh. "Uh... surprise?"

Y/N stepped closer, her lips pressed into a thin line. "You’re in love with me?"

Chandler’s mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air. "I, uh... okay, yes. But before you say anything, let me just explain—"

"Explain what, Chandler?" she interrupted, her voice surprisingly soft. "That you’ve been acting weird because you have feelings for me?"

"Yes! Exactly!" he said, seizing on her words like a lifeline. "I’ve been avoiding you because I didn’t want to mess things up, and then you started dating Ryan, and I lost it, and—"

Y/N didn’t let him finish.

She closed the distance between them in two quick strides, grabbed his face with both hands, and kissed him.

For a moment, Chandler was too stunned to respond. But then, as the realization hit, he melted into the kiss, his hands hesitantly coming up to rest on her waist.

When they finally broke apart, Y/N smirked up at him. "You know," she said, her voice teasing, "we could’ve saved a lot of time and effort if you’d just told me this sooner."

Chandler blinked at her, still trying to process what had just happened. "Yeah, ditto."

From the couch, Joey let out an enthusiastic clap. "Finally!"

Chandler and Y/N turned to glare at him in unison.

"Shut up, Joey," they said together before bursting into laughter.

Chandler rested his forehead against Y/N’s, his smile soft and genuine. "So, you’re not mad?"

"Mad?" Y/N asked, raising an eyebrow. "Chandler, I’ve been waiting for you to say something for months. Do you have any idea how many times I almost kissed you first?"

"You almost kissed me?" Chandler repeated, his eyes wide. "When?"

"Remember the night we stayed up watching bad horror movies, and you let me fall asleep on your shoulder?"

Chandler nodded, a grin spreading across his face. "Wait—you wanted to kiss me then?"

Y/N shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "Maybe."

He laughed, pulling her closer. "Well, I guess I’ll have to make up for lost time."

Y/N smiled, leaning into him. "You better."

Joey cleared his throat loudly, reminding them he was still there. "So, uh, are we gonna talk about how you’ve been in love with each other this whole time, or...?"

Chandler groaned, burying his face in Y/N’s shoulder. "Why is he like this?"

Y/N chuckled, wrapping an arm around him. "He’s got a point."

"Of course he does," Chandler mumbled.

"Thanks, man!" Joey said brightly.

Y/N shook her head, looking up at Chandler. "So, now what?"

Chandler grinned. "Now, I stop being an idiot and take you out on a real date."

She raised an eyebrow. "Does this real date involve cookies?"

He glanced at the tin still sitting on the counter. "It does now."

Joey stood, clapping them both on the shoulder. "I’m proud of you, man. And just so you know, I called dibs on being your best man at the wedding."

"Joey!" Chandler said, his face turning red.

Y/N just laughed, lacing her fingers through Chandler’s. "One step at a time."

Chandler smiled down at her, feeling a warmth he hadn’t felt in a long time. "Yeah. One step at a time."

As they sat on the couch together, sharing cookies and teasing Joey, Chandler realized that for the first time in months, everything felt right

[thetrialsandtribulationsofeb]

does anyone else think that season 4 was buddie’s “everything has changed” moment?

like, before, in seasons 2-3, i could still see them as just friends (except for that moment at the end of s3 in “eddie begins”, where buck was digging for eddie with his bare hands, and everyone looked at him like he was about to lose his wife, lmao + the “you wanna go for the title?” scene)

but in season 4, something shifted

feelings got deeper, and they changed form

it’s like when two of your friends from your friend group suddenly fall in love with each other, but they don’t even realize it yet, so you’re just watching them like: ??? do they know? should i say something, or is it not really my place to interfere and they’ll figure it out on their own? (think of: jess and nick, monica and chandler, amy and jake, robin and barney, lorelai and luke, etc.)

they’re so nick and jess-coded starting from season 4

that’s why i’m not even annoyed by eddie dating ana and marisol or buck dating taylor and tommy - because i know in my heart that they’re going to find their way to each other eventually

because they’re the ones for each other, they’re the “it was always you” trope, they’re soulmates

if people didn’t believe in buddie in seasons 2 and 3, i get it. but as soon as season 4 started, i was like, “what’s going on?” (especially in that “9-1-1: lone star” crossover, where eddie showed how much he loves and prioritizes buck for his adorkable personality, and buck experienced his second bisexual panic - his first was when he saw eddie for the first time to “what a man”)

it honestly looks like ryan and oliver made a secret pact before shooting season 4, where they were like, “we don’t care what the network and writers think - we’re going to play our characters like they’re in love. because they are.”

like, this is friends to lovers slow burn at its finest. and when buddie becomes canon, it’ll be right up there on the list of the best ships of this trope

also, to all the non-buddie shippers (if they still somehow exist…) - it was a love story all along, you just didn’t notice it

by the way, tommy and marisol are buck and eddie’s sam and reagan - they’re here to help these characters realize that they’re meant to be with each other

(while i was writing this, i realized the “nick moving to new orleans” and “eddie moving to el paso” parallel, omg)

that’s why i’m actually glad that buck didn’t have his bisexual awakening with eddie but with someone else. this ship is so big and important that the writers needed to take their time with it - to get to it slowly and carefully, so they wouldn’t mess it up. they needed to make sure they got it right

and i think they did

we’re witnessing such an epic love story, and i’m beyond happy that the creators of this show are on board with it, because it’s too good not to pursue and bring to life

the whole universe itself ships buddie, deal with it

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Various!LADS x Reader[you] (reader can be either MC or Non!MC as interpreted by the reader!)

(TW: Slight lemon)

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Zayne: It was a fine, hot Saturday morning, you were off work that day hence being lazy, woke up late around noon and made coffee, cuz coffee is essential! And ofc also had chocos with milk for breakfast. As you sway around while you pour the chocos in your iconic black with proper colour coded dots in between the words which read, “WE WERE ON A BREAK!” bowl then adding the milk from the carton, humming to the theme song of one the most famous sitcoms of all times, and your favorite F.R.I.E.N.D.S! “So no one told you life was gonna beeeee thissss wayyyyyy! *clap clap clap clap* (FITE ME CUZ ITS 4 CLAPS NOT 5!) Your job’s a joke you’re brooooke your love life’s DOAAAAAAAAA!”

As you dance around in your snowman pyjamas while chewing from your spoon and uttering the lines from the time of the second breakup of Rachel and Ross. Holding your spoon as your mic, chewing as you change stances and positions once being Ross and the next time Rachel, “…I didn’t finish your letter I fell asleep!”, you say Ross’s lines while mimicking his exact behaviours and style of talking, “You fell asleep?!”, walking to your opposite side, you enact out being Rachel. As you quickly switch sides again, grabbing an imaginary coat from an imaginary coat rack in your hand as you pointed at ‘Rachel’, “It was five thirty in the morning…and you have rambled on…for 18 pages…FRONT AND BACK!”. As you go back and forth with the lines from the sitcom enjoying yourself, feeling free, finishing your breakfast, you hear the doorbell ring! Zayne! It was his day off too from the Hospital as things were under control and his other colleagues and subordinates were taking care of matters as needed, he had promised you to get breakfast with you early, but knowing you’d slept in, he decided to grab lunch instead.

You smirk to yourself, as you open the door in Rachel’s style and say directly at him, “And hey! Just so you know! It’s not that common! It doesn’t happen to every guy! And IT IS A BIG DEAL!”, immediately going behind the door to emerge from hiding like Chandler did and say, “I knew it!”

Zayne stared at you dumbfounded as you stood back in front of him again grinning like a lovesick-teenager, him not knowing whether to enter or not…as he finally speaks up… “So…lunch…?” You giggle and nod as you wrap your arms around his neck giving him a soft kiss as he returns the gesture.

Bonus: Zayne and you were strolling the streets of Linkon in the evening, hand in hand and fingers interlaced, the setting sun giving it a peaceful gleam, as he finishes his fourth and last of the macarons you’d bought for him for dessert, and carefully folds the paper packet neatly, putting it inside of his pocket for home to throw it. “You’re such a Monica”, as his lips give out that iconic soft smile, “I know~”.

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Sylus: There was nothing in the world probably that this man wasn’t capable of or didn’t have the knowledge about…well or so that’s what you thought…It was a eventful night after an auction…you were staying over at the base, since the twins, mephie and ofc your boyfriend love whenever you visited…As he sat on his bed after a nice warm shower, changing to his night clothes, as you walk in and smirk leaning against his door, “Hey Sy…How you doin’~?”, you said it in the iconic Joey pose and accent…He stared at you for a while then smirked and let out a husky chuckle, “Kitten are you drunk?” “Wait…don’t tell me you didn’t get the reference…” “What reference?” “F.R.I.E.N.D.S!!! THE SITCOM!” “Well…*as he puts on his night shirt* what do you think I look like someone who has time to watch silly sitcoms-“, you gasp cutting him off dragging him to bed, turning on your Tablet, starting from season 1, “YOU HAVE TO WATCH AND LEARN EVERYYYYTHING RIGHT HERE AND NOW!!!”

And that was how he got introduced to your most favourite sitcom…it’s great right? NO! CUZ BELIEVE YOU ME! ONCE THE SHOW GETS FULLY REGISTERED INTO THIS MAN’S GENIUS ASS BRAIN, HE.WILL.NOT.STOP.MAKING.REFERENCES.EVERY.DAMN.SECOND… You’re playing pool, he’ll make a reference! In the shower, he’ll make a reference! Eating? Yep he got one right in the bag! Doing the deed? Don’t worry he won’t forget Monica’s sacred code of 7! 7! 7! 7! 7! 7! He hits all the numbers correctly~ At times this guy makes you jealous questioning your memory, so you turn off the Tablet and pout, “I INTRODUCED YOU TO FRIENDS YOU CANT BE A BIGGER FAN THAN ME!”, TO WHICH HE WILL LAUGH THAT SASSY GUY LAUGH! My guy will not look the part that he might like any sitcom for that matter based on his outward depiction of his personality, but the man is obsessed, with every single season and episode, although he despises Ross and Rachel’s breakup every time, believe you me, man will get frustrated maybe even speak at the screen…His favourite has become Phoebe, he adores and I MEAN ADORES her all through every season especially the earlier ones, her silly antics and her songs and her personality charms this sexy dragon, cheering him up gifting you to see that soft smile and laughter from the bottom of his heart…one of your most cherished sights…as you take pictures of him and post on your Moments, captioning “yep that’s my pheebs right there <3”

WILL BOP AND MEMORISE BY HEART EVERYONE OF PHEOBE’S SONGS AND SING ALONG WITH THEM! Rip your ears honey TT~TT! Smelly cat and the holiday song are his favorite! Luke, Kieran, and Mephie join in too because yes! “Wooo wooo! Go my babies!”

Bonus: You were at a karaoke place called “karaoke-dokie” (VICTORIOUS REFERENCE PEOPLE PLS GET IT) along with your friends and him, your bf “Skye”, the successful fruit seller. Everyone although intimidated by the man, are easing to him slowly and steadily…As you all talk and talk, when suddenly uh oh…the workers play a surprise song…and guess what it was? Smelly Cat! BRO LITERALLY LEFT THE TABLE AND YOU IN ONE SWIFT MOTION AND WENT TO SING!

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Xavier: Your 200+ year old alien lover DID NOT KNOW what F.R.I.E.N.D.S was until one time he was over at your apartment after a tiring day of fighting wanderers and wanted to bask in your warmth and cuddles, only to hear that you were gushing about certain “Chandler, Monica, Rachel, Joey, Phoebe and Ross” people, and complimenting them! How dare you?! He was your number one! And who are these people?? Does he need to tell them that you’re his??? Soooo the green eyed monster got the best of him and he plopped down onto your bed, burying his face in your stomach, arms around your waist as he groaned while you caressed his hair, massaging his scalp. After cutting the call with your friend, he finally confronts you… “Are they better than me…?” “Huh?”, you were confused. “Yk…the names of the people you just said…yk you were gushing about them on the phone…” as he looks up at you with looking all fluffy and tired…

Then it suddenly clicks you, and you sigh, laughing out too…This bunny… “Lmao no…bun bun, they’re characters from the famous sitcom F.R.I.E.N.D.S!” “Friends?” Oh boy you have a lot of lore to drop and explaining to do, but you were always happy to yap about your favourite sitcom, besides after this both of you can binge together, so win-win! As you proceed with each character and their personality and the relatability of the sitcom…how all of them have their major flaws yet have become one as a Family…knowing each other better than anyone else… He listens intently as you go on for almost an hour and a half before finally asking if he wanted to watch it… “Too tired now…only want cuddles…”, you kiss the top of his head, lips brushing his fluffy hair, “Alright Xavi…”

The next day he had no mission, soooo you thought you’d make it a date! Binging F.R.I.E.N.D.S and snacks and everything! Like Sylus, Xavier too gets addicted soon enough hitting you with references here and there. His favorites are all the thanksgiving and Christmas episodes as they make him feel all fluffy, cosy and homely, especially when he’s with you, hence why he loves the first two seasons by heart…Still gets jealous though when you gush about how hot season one and two everyone was, or how hot season 5 Ross was, especially the shirt and pants he wore on the day he went back to Elizabeth after breaking up, who threw a balloon at him… “ROSS! YOU SUCK! *SPLAT*!”, he laughs at that everytime, and would occasionally hit you with the “I too am a neat guy” when he wants something from you…blackmailer babe… His favorite is Joey, as he loves his quips and antics and especially how much Joe can eat, making him inspired to cook more! He’s envious of Chandler, cuz you gush over him a lot, especially season 1 Chandler, no no you’re his girlfriend not a fictional character’s.

Bonus: “My Star you’ve come home! I made something for you!”, as you enter your apartment…seeing your kitchen a mess…and in his hand a burnt something…oh how sometimes you regret giving him the copy of your key… “Can you guess?” “No Xavi I cannot…apparently I lack the brain cells to identify your mastery…” “It’s something you have not something you are!”, he grins excitedly. “Umm…Unagi…?” “Well no silly I made you a Salmon skin roll!” “…Oh dear lord…I’d rather have Rachel’s trifle than this…” “Huh?!” “Whaaat? Custard? good! Jam? good! Meat? gooood!” “Oh I can make that for you too!” “NO-”

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Rafayel: This fish has rewatched F.R.I.E.N.D.S atleast three times after he got obsessed from that one reel you’d sent him…Fishbrain at first didn’t understand what the plot behind the sitcom was and searched all over google about it…but once you and the Internet people explained to him what it was truly bout, he can’t stop binging anymore…he’d even send you memes of F.R.I.E.N.D.S all the damn time…

Bro can barely remember any lines from the show but you love your fishie so you always encourage him to try and then you’re there to correct him and guide him through. His favorite is Rachel. Rachel Rachel Rachel! Above all and anyone! I mean look at them! Both of them are DIVAs! He adores the way she is so fashionable and how she adapted from her richly spoiled life into a successful independent woman…it does kind of bring resemblance to his own adaptation with the landers…how it used to be so different at the sea…He would 100/10 get philosophical at certain scenes while watching randomly, like that one time you two were binging the episodes of Ross and Marcel’s relationships, he utters out, “Animals can really tell when they’re being given love…unlike humans their love is selfless and unconditional.” It blew your mind that he always got so deep (hehehe) but you hug him and lighten the mood “Babe as much as I loooove your deep talks, it’s just a sitcom for us to relate and enjoy, ease out the stresses Raffie Taffie…”, as you give him a shoulder massage, while both of you binge and munch on popcorn.

He has a painting of all the six together, on the iconic sofa like the one at the ending of the theme song. Hums along to the theme song while he paints, will send you out on errands to get him supplies and materials from which he can extract the paint…this leads to his delay in his artwork which is necessary for his exhibition…poor Thomas has to always nudge and budge him, but this fish won’t stop until he’s poured his heart out for the sitcom on his canvas…And the finished products are always an artistic wonderpiece, taking away your breath and blowing your mind…as he minutely adds more flavor and characterisation to each character…emphasising their vices and virtues more vividly…

You buy him all the Rachel’s iconic outfits you can find and tell him to give you a private fashion show~ Becomes more red than red Ross, but who’s he to deny his lover~ “Fine cutie you win…I’ll go change…” “Good boy~”, as you get ready your scorecard and drinks…

Bonus: You were at his studio like usual hanging out, while watching him paint, as you ask him, “Hey Raf do you know a good tailor?” “Why you need some clothes altered?”…and at that instantly you smile and chuckle, trying to hold in your laughter as you speak, “No no I just want a man to draw me with chalk.” He looks down at you and smirks, “I can do that for you cutie~ I am a professional artist after all~ come here~”…

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Caleb: You two…you two...you two…both of you are the literal definition of a brainrot couple, always sending each other reels (ofc whenever you both make and have time), reciting lines from your favorite shows and trends, especially the loaf cat one…But when it comes to F.R.I.E.N.D.S, you two ascend to another level. You have almost every episode of each season memorised line by line to heart, enacting them every time to rewatch and binge the show…by now you’ve probably binged it more than 15 times. Both of you knew about it and watched it from beforehand when you were just friends, but as a couple it hits different. He loves to define you as the “Mondler” and “Chanoey” couple goals.

You will have competition of who can remember the most everytime you watch the show, who is more smooth in their enactment, fluency and what not, scoring each other very very critically. Hence his favorite episode is “TOW the Embryos”, season 4, you two have the whole episode memorised by heart and love playing the Apartment betting game, often adding your own self inserted questions too, but keeping the rules same. But it was getting harder without a third person, so you bring out an Ottobot and make it the judge or Ross during the lightning round! You guys have even played Pictionary, Poker and ofc BAMBOOZLED! YOU LOVE IT EVERY TIME!

It’s really funny how competitive the both of you can get. And as for his favorite character, it’s got to be Chandler and Monica too! I mean look at Caleb! He can have the sarcasm of Chandler and is a great ass cook like Mon! Your boyfriend is literally a all-in-one deal pack! (Yes he’s well utterly possessive…buuuuut we’re letting it slide for the sake of this FIC…besides YOU CAN FIX HIM!). “Caleb! Stop making the trifle for every time we watch a Thanksgiving EPISODE!” “Noooope~!”

Bonus: Like Sylus, he has all your 7 zones memorised and uses Monica’s number sequence as the ultimate guide to pleasure… “Yeah baby…there we go…you like that…? Like when I hit it here on 7 hmm? Cmon baby say it say it for me…” “7! 7! 7! 7! 7! 7! 7! 7!”, as he leaves you a moaning and whimpering mess…only to make you say out the numbers in sequence all over again…he loooooves edging you… “Good girl…”

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(Picture credits: Pinterest)

A/N: Thank you everyone for checking my post out and reading it! Like always do tell me points to improve my writing if you want to! Criticisms are welcome :D! I really wanted to fuse the Lads! With F.R.I.E.N.D.S sooooo I thought I’d write it! Hope you guys like it!

[omi-resources]

Preestablished Tumblr Text Colors

Hex code: #ff4930 Joey Red Orange

Hex code: #ff8a00 Monica Pizazz Orange

Hex code: #00cf35 Ross Malachite Green

Hex code: #00b8ff Rachel Dodger Blue

Hex code: #ff62cd Niles Hot Pink

Hex code: #7c5cff Chandler Electric Violet

Hex code: #e8d738 Phoebe Broom Yellow

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I know there are other color pickers tools thingys but I didn’t trust the accuracy so yeah :D AND i couldn’t find any info on Tumblr colors ANYWHERE 😞✌🏻

[lilislegacy]

percabeth kids fighting over who ate grandma’s last homemade blue cookie:

percy and annabeth:

just imagine

percy and annabeth in their 40s having teenagers.

3 to 4 hyper, witty, extremely intelligent teenagers. with powers.

imagine them all stuffed into the car for long roads trips since they can’t fly. imagine them in a heated match of pool volleyball. imagine them on opposing sides of capture the flag at camp

oh gods…imagine family game night

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

[639-hear-me-out-bby]

the dim lighting in central perk gave everything a soft, golden glow, and there you were, once again, sitting across from unrequited love?chandler bing on the couch. he was making one of his trademark sarcastic comments, and even though it was just another joke in a long line of jokes, you couldn’t help but laugh. there was something about the way his eyes twinkled when he made you laugh that always made your chest tighten.

you had been here so many times before—lost in his dry humor, the way his laugh filled the room, and the way he seemed to always know just how to make you feel at ease, even when you were nervous or unsure. but still, nothing ever happened. it was always the same: moments where your hands would brush when reaching for the same cup, glances that lingered a little too long, and a connection so palpable that you could almost feel it, but you never crossed that line.

“hey, you okay?” chandler asked, his voice quieter than usual, as he leaned in a little closer. his eyes studied your face, his usual teasing tone replaced by something softer. “you’ve been kind of… distracted tonight.”

you snapped out of your thoughts and looked at him, blinking quickly. “yeah,” you said, offering him a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “i’m fine. just tired.”

he tilted his head, his gaze never leaving yours. “huh. tired, huh? is that code for something else? like, i don’t know, ‘i’m thinking about how much i secretly enjoy hanging out with chandler bing but don’t know how to say it’?”

you laughed despite yourself. “you’re ridiculous,” you said, but the smile didn’t quite fade. he always had a way of making you feel seen, like he could read your mind and turn it into a joke, but in that moment, his words felt too close to the truth.

“ridiculous? i’m charming and hilarious. i’m basically the full package,” he said, with that signature smirk of his. but there was something in his eyes, a flicker of something more vulnerable, that made your heart race.

“i don’t know, chandler,” you said, still playing along, but your voice faltered slightly. “i think you might just be… chandler.”

he laughed, but there was a softness to it, like he wasn’t quite sure how to respond. “well, if ‘chandler’ is good enough for monica geller, i’d say it’s good enough for you.”

you froze at the mention of monica. there it was again—the reminder that chandler was someone else’s someone, that despite all the time you spent together, he had once given his heart to her. even though they were exes and still friends now, the weight of their past still lingered between you, like an unspoken wall neither of you dared to touch. his mention of her hit harder than you expected, like a reminder that whatever this was between you and him could never be more than a quiet, safe routine.

and he noticed. of course, he did.

you swallowed, trying to keep your expression neutral, but you couldn’t hide the tightness in your chest. you wanted to ask about it, about her, but you were afraid of what it might reveal. afraid of what he might say. because as much as he laughed and joked with you, there was a part of him that was still tangled up in what he had with monica, and maybe that part of him would never fully be yours.

“hey,” he said, his voice quieter now, and before you could stop yourself, he gently touched your arm, his fingers grazing your skin just lightly enough to send a jolt of warmth through you. “you okay? seriously?”

you swallowed hard, trying to maintain your composure. “yeah, i’m fine. just… thinking about stuff.”

“stuff, huh?” chandler raised an eyebrow, his teasing tone back in full force. “is it good stuff? or bad stuff? because i’m really hoping it’s good stuff. the last thing i need is another existential crisis in the middle of our coffee date.”

you chuckled, the tension easing for a moment. “it’s good stuff,” you said, your smile more genuine now. “promise.”

“good,” he said, leaning back and giving you a playful grin. “because if it involves me, then it’s definitely good stuff.”

the way his eyes held yours made your heart skip a beat. there was something there, something more than just playful banter. something that had been building for weeks, maybe months—maybe even years—but neither of you had the courage to take that final step.

he didn’t push, though. he never did. he was the king of self-deprecating humor, of hiding behind jokes to avoid anything that felt too real. you had your own walls, too, of course. and maybe that was why nothing had ever happened between you two. because it felt easier to stay in this gray area where everything was safe, even if it was slowly driving you insane.

“you know,” he said, his voice softer now, “i really like hanging out with you, y/n. even when you’re not laughing at my jokes, you’re just… easy to be around.”

you felt your chest tighten again, but this time, there was a different kind of ache. a kind of ache that made you wish he could look at you the way he looked at monica, but you knew he never would. you would always be his friend, his confidante—the one he could rely on to laugh at his worst jokes and sit through his weirdest quirks. and that would have to be enough.

you forced a smile. “i like hanging out with you too, chandler. even if you’re ridiculous.”

he grinned, but there was a softness to his expression now. “yeah, well, ridiculous is kind of my thing.”

the moment lingered between you, the weight of all the unspoken words and feelings hanging in the air, but neither of you moved to change it. maybe it was safer this way. maybe one of you would eventually find the courage to cross that line. or maybe, just maybe, you’d always stay in this limbo. because as maddening as it was, it was also comfortable in its own way.

and for now, that was enough.

a/n: this is what "casual" by chappell on repeat and a craving for chest-aching fics do-- 2 fics of almost the same premise for 2 of my crushes. enjoy!

[terapsina]

Shoutout to the temporary ships that were created with the intention of getting in the way of the intended ship but that I actually liked way more than the ship the writers were trying to get me to root for.

(a.k.a I kinda get a bit salty on this one)

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1. Laurel and Tommy - Arrow

As soon as they got introduced I felt the feeling of doom. Because they were so immediately adorable and full of chemistry. I loved them from the word go even though it was so clear they were going toward a Laurel and Oliver resolution (and then to add insult to injury they changed their minds on that, but Tommy was taken from Laurel anyway).

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2. Clara and Danny - Doctor Who

It's up for debate if Clara's relationship with the Doctor was meant to be romantic-coded or not (I personally prefer it as 'not' but they really were very fuzzy with the lines) but either way Danny was still used as the threat that might separate them. And that was really annoying for me because I liked Clara and Danny so much. And then they killed him (which is a scene that still tears my heart to pieces).

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3. Cordy and Doyle - Angel: The Series

They were short and sweet and I enjoyed them (and though the Cordy and Angel thing wasn't really a thing at the time, there were some signs that it was on the writers' minds... and I wasn't a fan). And then they killed Doyle (...I might have to rename this post to 'killing off the love interests I actually enjoyed to give way to the ships I didn't').

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4. Rachel and Joey - F.R.I.E.N.D.S.

This ship went past my notice when I watched the show as a kid (my entire obsession rested on Monica and Chandler) but after rewatching as an adult I actually really liked their potential. It might have come up a bit unexpectedly but there really was something quite genuine about it (and Rachel deserved so much better than Ross). I wish they hadn't ended it as such a joke.

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5. Worf and Troi - Star Trek: The Next Generation

They were created with the sole intention of getting in the way of Troi and Riker. But I liked them better. I just found them more interesting.

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6. Tamsin and Bo - Lost Girl

They were more fun to watch than Bo and Lauren, had better chemistry and I just enjoyed them a lot more ('and then you see you' living in my head rent free for years now). But instead they gave Tamsin the short end of the stick and used her as a stepping stone (in so many ways, genuinely, even past shipping they just never gave that Valkyrie a single break... and then killed her in the most insulting way possible, because of course they did).

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7. Wynonna and Dolls - Wynonna Earp

Talk about chemistry. Season 1 of that show was so good and I really did fool myself into thinking this was where they were heading but no, of course not (I should have learned my lesson about Emily Andras after she killed off Hale on Lost Girl). How is an old dude with a gross mustache more interesting than a literal dragon? The answer as far as I'm concerned... they're not (now guess if they killed him off. Guess!).

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8. Lucy and Flynn - Timeless

A tragic love story happening in the wrong order and out of time because he meets her when he needs something to hold on to and she gives him a crusade. And she meets him while he's zealously following that crusade and thinks he's just a terrorist? Dude. But no, apparently the happy ending is supposed to be the guy that wanted the cake and to eat it too (sometimes I genuinely boggle at how the writers just will not notice when they've hit gold and instead go on beating that dead horse even more to death (and yup, somehow manage to kill the gold)) .

9. Dutch and Johnny - Killjoys.

(First I have to say that I still recommend this show a 100% and this is just quibble of a shipper at heart) But how is it that when you build the whole series around the heart of this relationship, you still end up using Johnny as a brief stop point (a la basically a Married!AU) before you put Dutch back with his brother? Like, yes, they're each other's best friends and always will be but people that are in love can be each other's ride or die best friends too.

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10. Mel and Abigael - Charmed (2018)

Alright, Mel went through the intended love interests like candy (and I liked most of them well enough) but Abby was the one that intrigued me the most, so it was a great shame that she was never properly Mel's love interest at all and more enemy/antagonist/ally/friend with mostly one-sided feelings for Mel (enemies to friends to lovers was RIGHT THERE).

[neptunezo]

jayroy is so monica and chandler coded omg

Jason and Monica are lowkey both neat and control freaks (obviously more Monica) and both feel under appreciated by their parents. They both discover who they are and learn to love and accept themselves of course with the help of their silly sarcastic boyfriend who just happens to be their older brother’s best friend. Roy and Chandler, 1, have had past addiction issues (chandler and his smoking, not matthew perry, rip) but both choosing to right their addictions. 2, Both use to be in a band *teehee* and 3, both want love but find it hard and have bad luck.

plus you’d get the iconic scene:

Dick: MY BEST FRIEND AND MY BROTHER?!?

Roy: Look we aren’t just messing around, I love him

Jason: I love him too

(super sappy looks between the two)

Dick: my best friend and my brother!!!!

AND ALSO THE “I am not high maintenance” SCENE IS ABSOLUTELY JAYROY and little parts of my heart smile