The One with the Drunken Confession (Chandler Bing x Reader)

Request: Can you do one with chandler and its based off with ross, Rachel, and the drunk phone call?

Character: Chandler Bing

Fandom: Friends

Word Count: 3879 (woah, that’s loooong for me….oops)

A/n: So this is based off of season 2 episode 7 but with Chandler and the reader and the majority of it doesn’t follow how Rachel and Ross got together other than drunk phone call portion. I’m sorry that this took so long, but I hope you like it!! There also may be some grammar mistakes because I didn’t have a ton of time to edit this!

“Chandler!” Phoebe exclaimed. “Don’t look!”

Of course this exclamation only caused Chandler to raise his head from his New York Times newspaper, to see you and your boyfriend kissing outside Central Perk’s window.

“Great going Pheebs.”

Chandler immediately shook his head placing his paper onto the table to face the group. “No no no no no guys, I’m okay. I’m fine. I’m so cool with it that I don’t even feel anything at all. No jealously, no regret, nothing.”

“Chandler. You don’t have to pretend in front of us.” Monica placed her hand on his shoulder. She’d felt terrible after she’d found out you’d started dating another guy. You’d spent months telling her how hard you’d fallen for the sarcastic, lanky friend of yours that she’d convinced Chandler to tell you how he felt….only he’d realized it too late.

“I’m not pretending. I’m just deflecting.” Chandler meant for it to come out as a joke, but no one laughed, because to them, it wasn’t a joke. It felt like any time you or Chandler would get the courage to tell the each other how you felt, something got in the way. This time it happened to be your boyfriend Jack.

Jack was a nice guy (who Phoebe also claimed was incredibly hot, and no one in the group, including Ross, Joey, and even Chandler could deny her that), which meant that all your friends hated to admit how great he seemed because each of them knew how perfect you and Chandler would be together.

“Chandler honey, it might be good for you to go on a date,” Rachel continued almost worried she’d over stepped her boundaries by suggesting it, “you know, find a distraction to take your mind off of her. I know how hard this is for you, believe me.”

Chandler shook his head. “Thanks guys, but I don’t think I’m quite ready for that. Unlike Joey, it doesn’t take me less than five minutes to get over the woman I’m in love with.”

That caused Joey’s head to snap towards his best friend. “Just because you’re upset you didn’t have the balls to tell (Y/n) how you feel doesn’t mean you get to question how long it takes me to get over a woman. I am a gentleman.”

The door to the coffee shop opened and Chandler watched as you walked in, arm linked to Jack, feeling his heart drop. Suddenly, Chandler didn’t care that Joey had snapped at him, and now all he could focus on was you. Joey took the opportunity to nudge Ross’ arm and discreetly whisper on the verge of laughing, “No he’s definitely right, I am an asshole.”

Ross didn’t laugh at his friends comment. “Quit being such a child Joey. Chandler’s really broken up about this.”

Ross and Joey turned to get a glance at the scene before them. While they knew you wouldn’t notice, they could tell by the way he was looking at you as you walked into the coffee shop, that he wasn’t joking when he said he was in love with you.

“Hey guys.” You spoke cheerfully, taking a seat on the couch, as Rachel and Monica made room for you and Jack. They all had either replied with a hello in return or a simple nod, except for Chandler, who couldn’t seem to muster either.

“What have you two been up to?” Monica asked, trying to keep the conversation flowing. Any time Jack hung out around the group, they never knew what to do. It was hard for them to be supportive of your relationship when they knew how much it was hurting Chandler, and how much they knew you felt the same way as him.

“Jack took me to visit his grandma Jean.” You smiled at your boyfriend lovingly. “It was really great getting to meet her.”

Chandler’s heart sunk even further. When had your relationship gotten so serious? The last time you’d said anything to him, you hadn’t even met Jack’s parents, but maybe things had changed. Meeting the family, is a huge step, isn’t it? Chandler had never been good at relationships or commitment, and to be honest, you are the only person Chandler could ever think of him taking to meet his parents. Besides, you’d already met his parents and you hadn’t run out on him like everyone else did. And that meant something to him, but that also meant, if your relationship with Jack worked out, it would take him an exponentially long time to ever get over you.

He felt utterly stupid knowing that at one point, you had felt the same way. You were the best of friends. That’s all Chandler ever thought you felt about him. And for some reason, as hard as he tried, he couldn’t bring himself to be happy for you, even though that’s what he desperately wanted. Monica had told him that you’d had feelings for him for a few years now and to be quite honest, that only made him feel worse. You’d said nothing when he was with Janice…and he and Janice had been off and on, and somewhat serious. God, if you had felt half as heart broken as the way he was feeling in this moment, he wouldn’t know what he’d do. How did you get through it? It wasn’t like he could ask you.

///////

The night was only getting started for Chandler. He had the apartment to himself, Joey on a date with God knows who, and enough beer (and maybe something a touch stronger) to help him forget all about the pain he felt.

It only took him about an hour, a couple beers (and some vodka) before he was feeling more than tipsy. If he thought getting drunk would help him forget about you, he was sorely mistaken. It only intensified his loneliness.

Sitting on the floor with the duck and the rooster, he half smiled. “You know what? You’re right! I should call her.” He nodded his head as the duck walked aimlessly around the apartment. “I-I just need to….to…tell her I’m over her. Yeah,” he pointed towards the wall, beer in hand, “I am over you.”

Picking up the phone, he dialed your number, only to get your voicemail. Deciding he wanted to leave a message, he waited for the sound of your voice, letting him know that this was your voicemail box, your sweet and cheery tone, causing him to smile, only for a moment, to be interrupted by that ever-so-annoying beep.

“Hi (Y/n). It’s Chandler, your best friend in the entire universe.” His tone dropped at the word friend, feeling how wrong it felt to say. He felt the need to mention how much being only your friend, was hurting him. “Because we’re not a couple….you know? Even though I really wanted to be.” His voice let out a dejected squeak that he wasn’t intending on, but it really didn’t seem to bother him. His mind was whirling with all he wanted to say to you that he knew he couldn’t face to face.

“Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that whatever feelings I had for you, I’m getting over them. I am over you. Utterly and undeniably over you, so you don’t have to worry.” He chuckled, the knot in his chest tightening. “Oh and I’m happy for you. So so so happy. You and Jack make an amazing couple….I just always saw us being together one way or another.” At this point, Chandler knew he was rambling, but he really wanted to get his message across, despite it being a lie. He was hardly getting past the fact that you’d never be together.

“I know we’re constantly dancing around each other. It’s kind of a funny story.” He let out a sad laugh as he heard it pierce out of his throat. “Monica, she told me how you felt about me. And I’m really sorry you had to do that….watch me with Janice I mean. I know how hard it is to have to watch the person you’re madly in love with, be with someone else. Anyway,” he trailed off, “I won’t make this message any longer than it has to be. I should have told you how I felt, and I’m sorry.”

Chandler hung up the phone and maybe it was because he was drunk, it didn’t quite seem to sink in with him just how he’d ended the message.

“I’m going to regret that in the morning, aren’t I?” His slurred words were directed at the rooster and the duck, but they didn’t seem to be listening to what he had to say. Chandler, still decently drunk, followed behind them as they waddled into his room, somehow, Chandler taking that as their response to his question. “I agree. I definitely am.”

/////

“Shit.” He felt like screaming. “Dammit. I don’t….I don’t know.” He paced for a moment before rubbing his temples in anger and exhaustion. “Why would I do that?” Chandler began to panic, remembering what he’d said in the message he’d left for you.

You’d probably be at Monica’s place and hopefully for his sake, you hadn’t checked your messages yet.

/////

“Hey!” You greeted Chandler as he briskly walked into the apartment. “How was your night?”

“It was okay.” That was a total and utter lie, but what was he supposed to say?

“You think Monica would mind if I checked my messages here? I didn’t have time to last night but my boss said he was going to leave a message for me about an upcoming client.”

Ah yes. With you being a lawyer, Chandler knew all about your boss and your clients, considering that when you needed to complain about work, he always listened. (And vice versa).

His long voicemail to you slipped his mind, and he found himself nodding. “I don’t think Monica would even notice.” He gave you a smile, but almost as soon as it was on his face, it had dropped. Shit. What had he done?

You grinned at him, pressing the button on the machine to play your messages, the first one from your boss. As the voicemail came to an end, Chandler knew what was coming and raced towards the machine, hearing his voice begin to emit from it.

“Hi (Y/n). It’s Chandler, your best friend in the entire universe.”

“No no no. You do not need to hear this!” Chandler tried to turn it off before you stepped in front of him.

"Why?” You asked. “I’m sure it’s harmless. Besides, I love the messages you leave me.”

“Not this one.” He grimaced. “I was drunk and it was really stupid.”

“If you were drunk then I definitely need to hear this.”

You meant for it to come across as a joke but Chandler wasn’t laughing, and all you could see was fear in his eyes. While you two had been speaking (Chandler trying to get you to not listen to the message, and you insisting that you wanted to hear it) you’d missed a small part of it.

“Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that whatever feelings I had for you, I’m getting over them. I am over you.”

It was Chandler’s voice, clear as day, but it almost didn’t seem real. It wasn’t like any of the other voicemails he’d ever left you and the words he spoke surprised you. You were listening to the voicemail so intently that you hadn’t noticed him anxiously move towards the door in shame.

“I know how hard it is to have to watch the person you’re madly in love with, be with someone else.”

This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be, not for a number of reasons, the main one being that Chandler had never been in love with you. Ever. It just didn’t make any sense.

“I won’t make this message any longer than it has to be. I should have told you how I felt, and I’m sorry.”

The machine clicked. All of your new messages had been played. You turned to Chandler, seeing how scared he looked. “You’re over me? What the hell is that supposed to mean. When were you ever into me?”

Chandler couldn’t even look at you. He was too afraid, and judging by your tone, you weren’t too happy with him either. (Not that he didn’t think he deserved it). “I’m sorry. It was a stupid thing to do. I was just really really drunk and I didn’t realize I’d done it until this morning.”

You felt angry, and hurt. Why hadn’t he told you sooner, before you’d gotten into a relationship with Jack. This man….He’d broken your heart more than once, and now he accidentally proclaims his love for you, just as soon as you’re in a stable, healthy relationship. You had left him alone. When he was with Janice, and you saw that it could’ve been something serious, you hid your pain and you let him be happy, despite Monica, Phoebe, and Rachel telling you otherwise. All these emotions that had died down were now resurfacing. It had taken you months, possibly even years to get over Chandler, and now once you thought you had, he pulls a fast one on you and rips the ground right from your feet.

“You know what Chandler? I don’t think I can deal with this right now and I sure as hell don’t think I deserve to have to deal with this right now.”

The door opens as Monica, Rachel, Ross, and Joey walk into the apartment, only to see tears on your face, and Chandler absolutely distraught. Pushing past your friends, you walk out the door, directing your words at Chandler, ignoring the look Monica gives you, “Don’t follow me. I need some time.”

/////

“God Chandler. What the hell happened?” Joey asks incredulously, each member of the group sitting on the couch, ears ready to listen.

“I did something that I shouldn’t have. I said some things that (Y/n) really didn’t deserve to hear right now, and I just hope I haven’t screwed everything up.”

Monica gives him one of her all-knowing looks. “I’m sure it couldn’t have been that bad.”

“Monica, it had to be, or she wouldn’t have been that angry with him.” Joey unnecessarily points out, essentially prodding at Chandler’s guilt. “So,” he immaturely grins, “what’d ya do?”

Chandler grimaces at his friends words and begins to mentally prepare for their scrutiny. “I told her I loved her. Not that I still do, but that I did once, and that I’m completely over her. Although I kind of implied that I’m still in love with her. I…I don’t know anymore.”

Rachel splutters. “You did what?”

“Dude.” Ross utters. “Do you know how long it took for her to get over you? And now you tell her how you feel.”

“I know.” He places his hands in his face in frustration.

Chandler couldn’t have looked any more ashamed if he tried. He’s upset at the fact that he could ever hurt you and even though he was drunk, he knows how badly he’s messed up.

Phoebe turns to him with empathy in her eyes. “Ross is right. But I also know that I’m more right than Ross is.” She smiles, flipping her hair over one shoulder, something that she does frequently as a display of her self confidence. “So, here goes.” Thus began a characteristic Phoebe, ‘pick me up’ speech. “You belong together. The two of you have been chasing circles around each other for years, and now is your chance. She already knows how you feel. Now talk to her and get her to believe it, because she’s not going to take a chance on a relationship between the two of you happening, unless (Y/n) believes that you truly mean it.”

“And we all know you do.” Monica chimes in reassuringly, a bright and wide smile on her face.

He faces the group, a contemplative gaze in his eyes. “You really think I should go after her? She just told me-“

Joey grins. “She told you not to follow her. She didn’t tell you not to come after her.”

Somehow Joey’s stupid comment makes him smile. He knows telling Joey that following you, and going after you are basically are the exact same things will get him nowhere. And maybe he, and especially Phoebe, have a point. If he doesn’t go after you now, he might regret it for his entire life.

You’d known each other since Ross brought Chandler to their house back when you were all in college (Ross and Chandler your seniors by a couple of years). You hadn’t known Joey and Phoebe, none of you had, but Rachel, Ross, and Monica, they’d all been in both of your lives for quite some time.

He’d felt different than he ever had when he’d first seen you. Different, but good. It took a good few years for him to figure out that it wasn’t just some silly crush, but that he was in love with you, and once he did, nothing seemed to be the same around you. Clearly you hadn’t noticed his feelings for you, or you would have said something to him. He hadn’t noticed how you felt and hopefully still feel for him, assuming that you would never fall for a guy like him: awkward and unable to commit to anyone.

Standing up, Chandler makes a decision. “I’m going to go find her. I need to at least have her hear what I need to say, and if she doesn’t want anything to do with me, I’ll just have to accept that.”

“Trust me Chandler. It may take her some time, but she’ll come around.” Phoebe smiles. “(Y/n) loves you too much to ever let you go.”

Chandler stands still for a moment, his thoughts getting to him, before Joey nudges him harshly in the arm. “Go get your woman Chandler.”

Ross grins, mocking Joey. “Yeah Chandler. You,” he points at him enthusiastically, “you go get your woman.”

//////

Chandler knows you well enough to know that when you’re upset, you always head back to your apartment. Being a homebody, you don’t tend to go out to think, or to soothe your pain, and luckily for him, you live in the apartment exactly above Monica’s.

Knocking on the door seems easy. Very easy. But what if you slam it right back in his face? What if Jack is there? And what if Jack ends up wanting to get into a fight with him because it’s all too real….too raw. Raising his hand up to the green painted wood is terrifying, but almost as if he’s in auto pilot, Chandler knocks anyway.

You look through the peep hole when you hear a firm knock at your door. ‘What have I done? Why did I do that?’ Your past actions running through your mind like a wildfire.  

You’re not surprised that that is what goes through your mind. You’d spent almost 6 months with Jack, and you’d given it all away, for something that might never work out. You’d broken up with Jack…for Chandler. You also know that you shouldn’t want to see Chandler, but for some reason, you can’t help but hope that he hadn’t listened to you, and that he decided to follow you. Somehow your heart always leads you back to him, whether you like it or not.

“Chandler?” Opening the door, he pushes in without you offering, clearly upset about something. “I thought I told you to not follow me.”

He looks scared, but utterly determined, with a look in his eyes that you’ve never seen from him before. “And I told you that I loved you (Y/n). Drunk or not, that means something to me.”

“You can’t just do that to me and expect me to drop everything for you.” Even though that’s exactly what you had done, you couldn’t let him in that easily. “I was happy with Jack. For the first time since you, since I’d fallen for you, I was happy. When I was with him, I wasn’t thinking about what I didn’t have, about who didn’t want to be with me, or what it could be like if you had wanted me back. It was just him, and me, and it was what I needed.” You push yourself further away from him as he stares intently at you. “Why can’t you understand that?”

“I can. And I will.” He gestures between the two of you. “But I need to know that you’re fully committed to Jack, and that you don’t love me. That you are over me.” He pauses. “Because I am not over you….not even close. But if you want to be with Jack, and you want a life with him, and not me, I will move on as best as I can.”

“Hold on a minute.” You stop him, feeling all the emotions come out at once. “You had no right to tell me that you had feelings for me. Everything was perfect with Jack. Whatever we had with each other, maybe that ship has sailed.”

“What,” Chandler asks, seeing your irritation only fueling him, “so you’re just going to put away your feelings? Hide them away like none of this ever happened? Like we could never happen?”

“I’ve been doing it since the day I met you.” You exclaim in anger. “I’ve gotten pretty damn good at it.”

You didn’t know why you were being so stubborn. You’d broken up with Jack, more so, he’d broken up with you, because even he could see that you still had feelings for Chandler.

“And you’re committed to him?” Chandler’s tone softens. “Jack?”

You wanted to say yes, just to throw it in his face. You’re still angry, but every second you look into his eyes, you can feel yourself becoming less upset. “No.” You say dejectedly. “I don’t think I could ever be fully committed to Jack. Not with you always on my mind, and he noticed it too.”

Chandler takes a few steps towards you, nervous and scared. He cups your face in his hands, waiting….looking into your eyes before he leans down to capture your lips with his. When he does, you feel a weight has been lifted off of your shoulders. You had been waiting for this kiss for years and now that it’s happening, you feel free.

Taking control, you run your hands through his hair, and you can feel him smile. His hands move down to your waist as his mouth leaves your lips to place a kiss on your neck. You let out a breath, and a laugh, Chandler beginning to tickle your sides. The kiss had turned from passionate and heavy, to silly and giggly in a matter of seconds. But it felt right, because Chandler was nothing if he wasn’t making people laugh.

“I meant what I said.” His voice is higher than usual, and his cheeks are flushed as he tries to catch his breath. He looks dazed, and you smile at the look he’s giving you. “I love you.”

Happily (happier than you’ve ever been before) you grin. “I love you too.”

I leaned back on the couch at Central Perk. Having just gotten off work, I looked forward to enjoying coffee and my friends’ company. 

“Do you want a refill (Y/N)?” Gunther asked. I nodded as Gunther poured more coffee into my cup. 

“Thanks Gunther.” I smiled as he moved back behind the counter. The door to the coffee shop opened and I turned around as the voices of my friends rose above the din of Central Perk. 

“All I’m saying is it isn’t fair to just leave them both at the shelter.” Chandler’s voice faltered for a second. “I had to do something.”

“You could have given me the duck at least.” Monica joked. “It would have fed Joey for a day.” She sat down across from me after hugging me from behind. I smiled over at her while Chandler took a seat next to me. 

“That’s what I’m saving him from!” He exclaimed. I giggled as he draped his arm over my soldiers. “Take my side here (Y/N).” Chandler kissed my temple before looking at me expectantly. 

“Sorry Mon.” I gave her a small smile. “Chandler’s got a point.” Monica laughed and gave me a knowing smile as I leaned back on Chandler. I blushed as Chandler kissed my head again. We made idle chatter as we waited for the others.

“Hey guys.” Rachel greeted as she sat down at the small table. Phoebe and Joey came in next. Joey took a seat on the other side of me while Phoebe went to set up for her set. 

“Where’s Ross?” Rachel asked after we had all settled in. 

“He said he had some last minute things to take care of at the museum.” I filled in as Joey got up to call Ross. 

“How do you know that?” Chandler asked. 

“He called my apartment and left a message.” I shrugged. Joey sat back down and pulled my feet into his lap. 

“He’s going to be incredibly late.” He said as I snuggled back into Chandler due to the new position I was in. Chandler moved his arms so he was hugging me. “What did you do today (Y/N)?” I sighed as Chandler rubbed my arm. 

“I got yelled at by the manager and then to top it all off my computer restarted in the middle of an important project when the project didn’t save.” I rolled my eyes as Joey patted my leg. “So I have to restart it all tomorrow and hope that my computer doesn’t crash or restart again.” 

“You could always work on it on my laptop and print it out so you have a back up.” Chandler offered. I looked back at him. 

“Are you sure?” I asked. Chandler nodded. 

“Of course. Anything to help.” He smiled down at me before getting up. “While this is very interesting, I do need the bathroom.” I leaned back against the back of the couch again. 

“Serious talk before he gets back.” Rachel said before glancing in the direction Chandler went. “When are you going to make a move (Y/N)?” I blushed as Monica and Phoebe nodded in agreement. 

“Why would (Y/N) make a move?” Joey asked before looking at me blushing and covering my face. “Oh!” It clicked for him as I shook my head. 

“How about never?” I mumbled out as Joey rubbed my shin. “It’ll never work and our friendship would be ruined.” 

“I’ll let you in on a little secret but you can’t let him know that you know I know you know.” I looked at Joey confused before deciding to just agree with him. 

“Ok.” I nodded. “What secret?” Joey squeezed my ankle and smiled. 

“He likes you too.” Joey told me excitedly. “He told me and Ross once when we had all gotten really drunk at one of Monica’s parties. Chandler couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.” I blushed and shook my head. 

“Yeah right Joe.” I said. Rachel leaned over and patted my shoulder. Phoebe patted my leg from her spot on the floor. “Just drop it guys.” Everyone nodded as Chandler came back. 

“Drop what?” He asked as he took his place behind me again. Joey looked at Monica while Phoebe looked at Rachel. “Come on guys. Don’t stop on my account.” I took pity on him. 

“We were trying to get Rachel to admit to what it is like dating Ross but she didn’t want to answer so I told them to drop it.” I shrugged. Chandler nodded before putting his chin on my shoulder and resting his head against mine. We sat through Phoebe’s set before heading back upstairs. “Could I get started on my work tonight?” I asked as we headed up to Monica’s apartment. Chandler nodded as we reached their hallway. 

“Sure. I’ll keep you company.” He said as Joey nudged him. Chandler shot Joey a look before sending one to the girls. “If Ross shows up, let him know where we are.” 

“Will do.” Monica smiled at me before going into her apartment and dragging Joey in with her. 

“Don’t stay up too late, you two.” Rachel winked at me and I shook my head, thankful Chandler had his back turned as he unlocked the door to his and Joey’s apartment. 

“Laptop’s in my room.” Chandler said as he held the door open for me. “I’ll go get it.” 

“Do I want to know why it’s in your room or should I just leave you to close any tabs you don’t want me to see?” I joked as I sat at his counter. 

“Very funny (Y/N).” Chandler said, walking out of his room with the laptop. “You know how to work this. I’m just going to change and I’ll be back out.” I nodded as I took it from him and set it up. 

“Thanks again for this Chandler.” I said. “You don’t know how much this saves me.” He emerged from his room again in a sweater. 

“I’ve had this issue at work before.” Chandler sympathized as he put his hands on my shoulders. We watched the screen boot up and Chandler started to massage my back. “That’s partly why I bought the laptop.” I nodded and leaned my head back against Chandler’s chest, enjoying the massage he was giving me. “Are you going to spend the night?” I nodded with my eyes closed. 

“If it’s alright with you.” I mumbled. “Joey will be fine with it, you know that.” Chandler laughed. 

“Right?” He chuckled. “Could he be anymore obvious?” I opened my eyes and looked at him. I bit the inside of my cheek as I took in his face at this angle. 

“Obvious?” I asked. Chandler nodded as he leaned down and kissed my forehead. 

“Oh to be young and naïve.” He muttered against my head. “Have you not seen the looks he gives you in the mornings after you sleep over? I swear his eyes can’t get bigger and if his jaw could unhinge it would quite literally be on the floor.” I furrowed my eyebrows. “It honestly gets a little annoying.” Chandler gently pushed me to sit back up before moving to make some popcorn. “You honestly have never seen that?” 

“No I haven’t Chan.” I shook my head. “Then again I’m never that awake in the mornings and you know that.” Chandler chuckled and nodded. 

“Oh I know that.” I gently smacked his arm. 

“Anyway,” I turned the conversation back in my favor. “I’ve had my eye on someone else for a while anyhow.” Chandler froze as he opened the box of popcorn. 

“You have?” He looked over at me hesitantly.

“Yeah.” I replied. “I have.” 

“That’s good.” Chandler nodded. “Good for you. If anything, it makes you immune to Joey.” I laughed. 

“What about you Chandler?” I asked, thinking about what Joey had said and how he was reacting. “Got your eye on anyone?” 

“Yeah. There’s someone but I’m fairly certain they don’t even see me as anything more than a friend.” He sighed. “If I say anything I know I’m going to screw it up.” Chandler moved to sit in his burka lounger. I turned around to look at him. 

“How do you know that Chandler?” I sympathized. “It could go better than you think.” Chandler shook his head and frowned at me. 

“We both know that’s not true (Y/N).” He sighed. “I don’t want to screw things up but it always seems to happen that way.” I shook my head. “Janice. At least give me Janice.”  I nodded as I thought about Chandler’s ex. 

“Yeah. I’ll give you Janice. But you can’t take all the blame for that. I mean,” I made my voice high pitched and whiny. “Oh. My. God.” Chandler laughed and I joined in. 

“Face it.” Chandler said when we had calmed down. “I’m hopeless and awkward and desperate for love!” I shook my head. 

“You’re not hopeless and awkward.” I said as I stood up. Chandler watched me as I kneeled down next to him. “I’ll give you desperate for love. I’m in that boat too.” Chandler stood up. 

“You could have anybody you wanted. We are not in the same boat.” I stood up with him and grabbed his arm, making him spin towards me. 

“Yes we are Chandler.” I whined. “Because the one guy I want I can’t have.” Chandler opened his mouth but I cut him off. “I can’t have you.” I blurted. Chandler’s face contorted in confusion before he mouthed ‘wow’. “What? What’s wrong?” I stood there wringing my hands as he stared at me. 

“Maybe we are in the same boat.” He said. I cocked my head at him. 

“What do you mean?” I shifted from foot to foot. 

“I like you too (Y/N).” He said. He gazed at me softly as the weight of his words sunk in. Chandler smiled as I finally caught on. 

“Chandler…you…me…” I trailed off as I broke out into a massive grin. “Chandler Bing likes me back!” I exclaimed as I ran over to him. Chandler hugged me tightly and picked me up. “Oh God you like me back.” I pulled back as the reality crashed down on me. 

“Yeah. I like you back.” Chandler said soothingly as he pressed his forehead against mine. “I have for a quite a while.” gazing into his eyes, I couldn’t stop grinning. 

“I’ve liked you for a while too.” I whispered. Chandler smiled back at me as he gently put me down. His hands came up to cup my face. I put a hand on his chest and cupped his cheek with my other hand. 

“Is this ok?” Chandler asked as he pulled me closer. I nodded as I pulled him closer. 

“More than ok.” I could feel his breath on my lips and my eyes fluttered closed. “Perfect.” We closed the gap and kissed for the first time. I gripped his shirt as he kissed me passionately. We pulled away and just took in each other’s presence. A noise from the laptop drew us back to reality. I went over to check it and realized that my email had opened. I opened the newest email and paused when I noticed Chandler hadn’t come back to make his popcorn. 

“Everything alright Chandler?” I asked, not talking my eyes off the screen. “Chandler?” I turned to look at him when he didn’t answer. He was biting his lip and staring at me. He raised his eyebrows when he realized I was looking at him. “You ok there sweetie?” Chandler nodded. 

“Yeah.” He made his way over to me. “Just my best friend likes me back. And I kissed them.” I giggled as I hugged him. Chandler wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head. 

“Want to do it again?” I teased and tilted my head up. 

“Could you be any cuter?” Chandler joked as he leaned down and kissed me. He pulled away after a minute and smiled down at me. “Why don’t you work on this tomorrow and join me for the night?” Chandler coaxed me from my seat at the counter and started to back up into his room. 

“I think it could be arranged.” I smiled as she kissed me again. When we had entered the room, I kicked the door closed. We could hear cheers of ‘finally’ coming from outside as Chandler led me to bed.

‘My Angel’ MICHAEL SHEEN GET IN HERE

Imagine. . .

You're falling asleep in Aziraphale's bookshop, feeling warm and safe and spread out over a sofa. There's rain gently tapping against the windows, and it's dark outside. The warm glow of the shop's lighting and the smell of old books surround you as you doze off. Aziraphale has a record softly playing in the background as he's lightly stirring his cup of tea while humming to himself. You know he's sitting at his desk even with your eyes closed because you have the layout of the shop already mapped out in your head. You're nearly in dreamland when you feel a blanket being placed gingerly over you, up to your chin, a slender finger accidentally brushes your cheek while tucking you in. Definitely Crowley.

"Have a dream," he mumbles, mostly to himself, because he can't afford to say 'nice' or 'pleasant'.

You're not sure if you imagine it, but you could've sworn you felt a hand gently brushing a hair out of your face before you completely fall asleep, Aziraphale's humming one of the last things you remember before your consciousness slips.

This is what happens when I’m procrastinating a paper.

Tumblr Code.

that way we know we’re from tumblr without revealing anything

I’m just going to say this to strangers until i find a tumblr person

must keep reblogering!! Im going to be so suspicious if any one tells me this now!

Remember the answer is: ”17 cocks”

always reblog tumblr identification

this post makes me want to gouge my eyes out

im laughins so hard who changed it

WHO TF EDITED THE SHOELACE POST

No seriously the edit function has been gone for years who did this

me and the joel miller girlies

the true meaning of construction corner with joel miller :))

I was trying to make a destiel breaking news meme about trump’s mugshot, but I fell asleep mid sentence

closer than friends

PAIRING: Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT: 5.3k

WARNINGS: season 1/2 era, friends to lovers, sweet love confession, Dean being Sam’s wingman

A/N: my first supernatural fic is finally here!!! It’s been a long while since I’ve had the motivation to write, and I’m so glad I was able to get this out and share it. Please reblog if you enjoy!! <33

"How many times are you gonna shift in your goddamn seat, woman, jesus christ." Dean glances over at you from the wheel for the fourth time, watching you rub your eyes and knock your shoulder into the side of the Impala's door again.

"It's not my fault the passenger seat isn't made for comfortable napping, Dean."

You hear Sam chuckle from over your shoulder; this makes you look back to find him comfortably nestled into the corner of the backseat with his sweatshirt tucked in the crook of his neck so he can lean against his door without discomfort.

You huff, "I don't want a word from you."

"Says the girl who called shotgun and fought for the front seat all morning."

"What did I just say?"

Dean rolls his eyes, "Okay, knock it off. We're finding a place to sleep tonight."

just some billy butcher for your dash