I Cried So Much Seeing Lee Again And Now Reading This Story....😭😭😭😭

Loved this!

Not gonna lie, I'm in love with Chandler since the first time I watched FRIENDS and it's so sad that out there doesn't seem to exist many fanfics about him.

So, every single fanfic I find is like a gem and this one is one of the best ones that I have read. Loved your writing. Absolutely amazing! 🥰

𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒.

pairings ; chandler bing x female!reader

summary ; chandler goes to monica and rachel's apartment the day after his first date with y/n, only to hear she's on her way over.

warnings ; lots of chandler's pov within third perspective, includes the whole group, fluffy and scared chandler.

word count ; 2.8k

additional notes ; this came to me before a nap two days ago and i needed to write it so bad!

Waking up feeling refreshed was rare for Chandler Bing. Usually, he awoke to the sound of Joey’s snoring in the next room or his alarm clock ringing for work, rubbing his hardly-awake aching eyes and forcing a shirt over his frame to start his day.

Today was much different. Sure, it was a Sunday with no work, but he woke up feeling as happy as ever, a permanent smile upon his face and his heart feeling full while butterflies continue to invade his stomach. Still to dissipate after last night.

Y/n was the cause of this. One of his best friends, part of the group he considers family more-so than the parents he grew up with. One of his favourite people in his life and someone he was falling in love with, greatly.

It was only a few days before that Chandler braved himself enough to tell her, tell her how infatuated he was that it was almost scary to him. He had never felt like this with another person before. And last night Chandler had took her on a date, since she was quick to reply with her returned feelings, to Chandler’s shock.

Chandler remembers how tightly Y/n held his hand despite how clammy his palm must’ve been, or the light-hearted giggles whenever he pulled his collar from how tight it felt while stuttering over another sentence. Or how she smiled against his lips when he kissed her goodnight by her front door.

They were crossing a line, from friendship into something more, and while it was what Chandler wanted, he was still horrendously nervous when it came to it. He didn’t want to mess anything up between both of them and then affect the group.

But the feeling of Y/n’s lips against his proven far too addictive that Chandler was extra willing to try, desperate to feel her kiss again and form what they had into a special bond he hoped would last.

He didn’t have a great track record when it came to relationships, breaking up with each women whenever he got too scared of the commitment, and using any little flaw they had as the reason for bailing. Y/n was different, Chandler already knew her completely. Every flaw and indifference in her life, every quirk and hyper fixation. Each only made Chandler fall in love with her more.

And Chandler knew he would never treat Y/n like he has his previous girlfriends. God forbid he would ever be stupid enough to mess things up with her when she’s the best thing in his life. She makes him feel seen, laughs at all his jokes, helped him quit smoking and makes him never want to go back, loves all the movies he does, and cuddles with him, squished on the one chair after she’s had her heart broken.

No matter how bad Chandler was at comforting someone, unable to find the right words to help support, Y/n always went to him. Out of her six friends, it was always Chandler she went to for comfort. And he never understood it until now, how they were everything to one another.

Glancing at his alarm, Chandler’s eyes nearly pop when realising it’s reaching midday. He was usually an early bird, waking up before everyone else to get ready and start his working day and with the routine it meant most weekends he was still up early.

At least earlier than Joey.

Sure, he walked Y/n home last night just after midnight and then went a long walk himself before returning home, but waking up at midday was a stretch for Chandler. So, he’s quick to get out of bed and change.

Joey wasn’t even home, most likely at Monica and Rachel’s apartment having a late breakfast while Ross reads the newspaper and Phoebe chats in his ear, all likely to wonder why Chandler’s still to appear.

He pairs his beige trousers with a shirt and stripey sweater. Spending an extra few minutes on brushing his teeth and making sure his hair looked perfect in case Y/n dropped by Monica’s at any point. The smile on his face yet to falter.

The group turn to the front door when it slams, Monica refilling the coffee pot while Ross, Rachel, and Joey sit by the kitchen table with aimless chatter. Phoebe rustles with a card packet on the sofa.

They all observe as Chandler walks in with a slight spring in his step, one hand stuffed in his pocket with a grin upon his face while he speaks, “morning!” They all glance at each other, no joke or sarcastic tone as of yet, an unusual happiness radiating off him that they only guessed came from the date last night.

“Look who’s finally up,” Ross says, taking the last sip of his coffee mug and shaking his newspaper when it flops over. Joey nudges him before looking back to his friend, eyebrows wagging, “well, you did get back late last night.”

Chandler pulls a face at him, shaking his head disapprovingly before walking over to the counter by the door, pushing the key dish away before sitting atop it, facing them all as he speaks, “nothing like that happened.”

“You’re smile says otherwise,” Monica teases, from beside the kitchen window. Chandler looks to her before he falters to speak, unsure with where to start, “I just- Y/n was great, it was—” he splutters over himself.

“Good night?” Rachel asks. “Good night? It was the best night.” Chandler finally finds the words to express, taking it further as he thinks back to the best first date of his life, “she’s so great. We had dinner and she gave me her mushrooms because she knows I like them. We talked the entire night, right up until the restaurant was closing and we had be told to leave.”

They are all fond of the change in Chandler, it was unusual to see him so happy and upbeat, lacking in his sarcastic comments which could be tiring within each response. He lets out a chuckle as he thinks back to the night, the waiter coming over and pulling them out of their reverie for them to see they were the only customers left.

Y/n fought to split half the bill with him, leaning over to pry his credit card away from his hand while he uses his free one to usher hers away. Both of them laughing fondly while the waiter keeps a straight face, unamused by their antics and snatching the card from Chandler before they made their way out.

“I walked her home, and we ended up spending more time at her front door, just talking — I never knew two people could find so much to talk about — and then I kissed her goodnight,” a blush arises on Chandler’s cheek as he admits he kissed her and they all let out little ‘woo’s in response, Joey leaning back in his chair to pat his friend’s knee.

“Well, Y/n sounded just as excited on the phone.” Chandler’s expression dropped into shock, Monica turning back to the table to pour more coffee into each friends mugs, “want a cup, Chandler?” she asks but Chandler is too caught up in her previous comment.

“S-she called here?” asks Chandler, Monica’s eyes fleeting to the side, coffee pot frozen in her hand as she airily chuckles, confused, “yeah, she phones every morning, why?”. Chandler runs his hands over the top of his hair, right through the strands he perfected because even though he made sure they were perfect for Y/n to see, he didn’t process that he’ll have to see her the day after their date.

Chandler jumps from his spot to stand in front of her, hands on either of her shoulders, “what did she say?”. Monica tuts, the others chuckling at the old-Chandler returning, the awkward and weird version, “she said you were cute and that you kissed her.”

“That’s all?” Chandler asks and before he can feel relieved, Monica continues, “apart from that, she’s headed over.”

That’s what he was afraid of hearing. Of course she was coming over, she was just as close a friend to everyone as Chandler was. “Oh dear God,” Chandler moves away from his friend and covers his red-beat face with his hands, each of the girls look confused as they watch him go from loved-up and sappy to a nervous wreck in a matter of seconds.

“What did I miss?” Rachel asks, while Ross and Joey only smile awkwardly, “it’s the day after their date,” Joey begins but defensively Rachel continues before he can fully explain, “yeah, so?”.

Chandler pulls his hands away before landing on the back of the chair Joey’s sitting on, looking down at Rachel with a newfound fear in his eyes, “she’s my friend! my best friend, even! Normally the day after the date you don’t see the girl for a few days, especially not the day after.”

“Not unless they’ve slept over if you know—” before Joey can continue in his flirty manner, Chandler cuts in, “I gotta get outta here.” The girls ‘pshh’ in disbelief of the way he’s acting, overdramatic and a little bit rude.

Ross tries to level with him as Chandler turns around to leave, “suck it up, this is Y/n we’re talking about. If you’re the only one not here she’ll think something’s wrong.” Chandler’s still turning towards the door, maybe he’ll leave her a message once he’s back in his own apartment and say he’s sorry he missed her today. Maybe he’ll wait until she’s home later and then they can talk over the phone.

However, before the million thoughts can dissipate into one idea, the door is opening in front of him and in Y/n walks. Chandler has a hand over his mouth while his thoughts ran wild, but the moment she’s in sight, it drops like each worried thought.

She wears a long trench coat and pale coloured scarf to battle the cold New York winter weather, wide-leg trousers with boots peeking out the bottom and Chandler is simply swooning within that moment that he can’t think straight anymore.

He’s kissed this girl. He still can’t believe it.

Y/n’s eyes land on Chandler first and she gives him a warm smile before greeting everyone else, who replies lightly but way too focused on watching the pair interact. She unravels her scarf before shrugging off her coat to place on the hooks by the door, if it were any other day Chandler would’ve helped her, but his feet were glued to the floor.

She looks back to Chandler, entirely delicate and earnest as she walks over. Her hand gently ghosts over his hip while whispering a soft, “hey, Chandler.” Leaning up, she places a kiss to his cheek before moving away from him.

Chandler’s frozen, hand reaching up so his fingers touch the spot she just kissed before turning to the rest of his friend’s once again. Y/n sat by Phoebe, quietly enquiring the girl of her cards who pulls her curious expression away from Chandler to amuse Y/n instead.

The others watch Chandler from behind Y/n’s spot, Joey nodding encouragingly towards the girl while Monica interjects from leaning against the counter, feeling some tension across the room, “coffee, Y/n?”.

“Coffee would be great, thank you, Mon,” Y/n speaks up in her oh-so-sweet voice that makes Chandler think he could melt into a puddle of sappiness and pure love. Compared to the chattiness from them both last night to the quiet on this noon, Chandler knows it’s only because he has to get used to it.

Y/n and him.

Not that he didn’t want that, he had been thinking about Y/n and him for God-knows how long, Chandler had never wanted a relationship as badly as he wanted one with Y/n. But they were friends, and he had never dated a friend before, and it was terrifying to him as much as he loved the idea.

What are they right now? Still just friends? Friends that date? or just dating but happen to be best friends?

It seems anytime Y/n makes eye contact with him that his worrying stops seize so he can focus on how amazing she is. Since his second wave of worries fall the moment she turns to look at him again, that kind smile addicting.

Joey stands from his spot, the lovesick gazes from one another tiring since he knows Chandler is a wimp to do anything about it. He stands behind Chandler, a hand on either of his shoulders before pushing his friend towards the couch, ushering him while the others silently gesture to Y/n so Chandler can make a move.

He clears his throat awkwardly, the sweater added with the situation making Chandler feel overheated when he looks to them all scared before sitting down beside Y/n. He tries to look casual, leaning back on the seat and his arm leaning against the back of the sofa, the space behind Y/n.

Y/n continues to look up at him, his awkward stance somehow not scaring her away as Chandler would expect. Instead, she moves slightly from Phoebe’s side and into Chandler’s, thigh brushing his and her shoulder tucking under his underarm.

There go the butterflies over Chandler’s stomach again at the feeling of Y/n so close to him.

Finally finding the words to speak, Chandler clears his throat again before asking, “hey, uh- did you, uh- sleep well last night?. The gang roll their eyes from behind Y/n’s head at the question, Phoebe looking at Chandler in sympathy before standing from her spot to leave them alone on the sofa.

Before Chandler can curse himself for sounding weird, Y/n’s giggling at how nervous he seems, finding his attitude so cute and so very Chandler. “I slept great, thank you,” her eyes never fail to pull from his, addicting, as her giggle lowers, “did you get home okay?”.

God, she’s so pretty. Chandler thinks before mustering up an answer.

He scratches the tiny stubble upon his jaw, a quirk Y/n had took notice of him doing when he’s nervous and awkward, “yeah, fine, fine,” Chandler replies and his eyes crinkle when he smiles so sweetly, Y/n’s expression matching, “good.”

They can feel their friends eyes on them, so intense that Y/n can’t help but giggle again as she breaks the ice by holding her hand to his jaw gently before quickly leaning in to peck his lips. It’s small and finishes as quick as it happens, Chandler trying to lean towards her after she pulls away.

His mouth agapes, eyes wide and surprised that Y/n was that bold to do it in front of the gang, but more than happy she did. Y/n’s hand then trails from his jaw to the shoulder of his arm rested behind her, fingers poking the sweater material endearingly while Chandler watches.

“You’re awfully tense. Are you okay?” Y/n asks and Chandler is practically swooning at her feet from the affection she’s delivering him, her hand flat and rubbing his arm so lovingly that he wants to bury his head against her neck and keep her as close as he possibly can.

His cheeks are red and mind feels hazy and light, the worries from earlier long gone and feeling less awkward from the moment her lips pecked his, the muscles beneath her touch relaxing. “Yeah, y’know, just went home and lifted some weights last night,” Chandler’s smile grows when Y/n laughs at his sarcasm.

That was the Chandler she knew, and the Chandler she was gravely in love with.

“Is that your post-date routine?” Y/n asks and Chandler outwardly laughs while leaning further into her touch, his friends watching him fall back into the sappy nature he was at first. “Nah, my post-date routine consists of a pit of worrying if I did something wrong and thinking of how pretty you looked in that dress while Joey’s snores keep me up.”

With that Y/n giggles even more, face close to his when she replies, “well, you better get used to that.” Chandler’s nose nudges Y/n’s before he tilts to the side, “more than happy to,” he says under his breath before their lips connect in a longer, more tender kiss than before.

“Alright, alright, get a room, you guys,” they pull away at the sound of Joey’s voice while Monica and Rachel lean over to smack his arm. Chandler looking up while Y/n digs her head into his neck, Chandler forgetting how awkward he was before as he only pulls her comfortingly into his side.

He will definitely get used to this.

⤸

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This is so awesome!!!

THE BEST INFINITY WAR FANART EVER!

I usually refrain from posting fan-made posters, but this was just too awesome! Job well done, ‘themadbutcher’, this could pass as the official poster! Clearly inspired by the classic “Infinity Gauntlet” comicbook, and rightfully so!

Soft!Jake is my religion! 😍🙏

come out

jake lockley x reader

summary: you don’t see Jake very often, he still doesn’t feel confident and comfortable enough to front frequently; his visits are not a regular occurrence but when it’s him, you know it. you couldn’t be mad at him. not when he had been hidden in this body for too long, feelings buried deep as he watched Marc and Steven express them freely from a distance while he had to drown them down and suffer in silence.

warnings: ending fades to implied smut, sexual innuendos

tags: tooth rotting fluff, literally no plot just fluff, soft!jake, seriously this man needs to be held

word count: 0.9k

The back of Jake's knuckles brushed lightly against your cold cheek. You stirred as you rubbed your eyes, still hazy from sleep.

You knew it was Jake from the soft and aching look in his gaze– you don’t see Jake very often, he still doesn’t feel confident and comfortable enough to front frequently; his visits are not a regular occurrence but when it’s him, you know it.

You smiled endearingly at him, brushing back the curls falling over his forehead.

“‘Morning, Jake” you murmured, smoothing your hand along his bicep as his elbow was propped beside you, planted into the mattress.

Jake felt his heart flutter at the demonstration of you recognizing him so easily.

“‘Morning cariño” he whispered as he leaned to leave a kiss at the bridge of your nose. “How’d you know it was me?” he asked, letting his fingertips travel down the side of your face.

“An intuition” you affirmed, leaning into his touch. “I missed you.” you breathed out, heart aching as the words escaped your lips.

“I know” he complied as he shamefully closed his eyes and nodded. “I’m sorry querida” he apologized, looking right back into your eyes, searching for a trace of blame in them.

There was none.

You couldn’t blame him, you couldn’t be mad at him. Not when he had been hidden in this body for too long, feelings buried deep as he watched Marc and Steven express them freely from a distance while he had to drown them down and suffer in silence.

“I know it’s hard for you,” you said, mirroring his actions and bringing your hand to the side of his face. “But I don’t want you to push yourself too much. Take your time, okay honey?”

He nodded, a pained look covering his face, and nuzzled your hand leaving a kiss at your palm.

“Thank you” he mumbled against your skin before leaving another kiss there.

You chuckled and buried your hand into his curls. “What are you thanking me for?”

“For being so considerate. For understanding me.” he affirmed, smiling weakly. “Us.” he corrected himself.

You hooked your hands behind his neck and brought him down to your lips. He kissed them with as much passion and devotion he could give you, cherishing the intimacy and rarity of the moment.

His necklace dangled under your chin and you lightly tugged on it, drawing a sharp gasp from him before he smirked into the kiss and flicked his tongue over your bottom lip in need to feel you even more.

It didn’t take long for him to lick into your mouth, tasting you thoroughly until he ran out of breath.

He pulled away but remained close, nuzzling your neck as you ran your hands along his bare back, nails softly scraping against his warm skin just the way you knew he liked.

“I love you” he mumbled into your neck. He had wanted to say it, but he hadn’t expected the words to escape his mouth so easily. It needed to be said anyways.

He left a kiss in the crook of your neck, punctuating his previous words.

You felt your heart skip a beat, and one of your hands mindlessly traveled to his curls like it was a reflex. You scraped your nails against his scalp, and soothingly swiped your thumb over his shoulder blade with your other hand.

“I love you too Jake” you replied, looking down at the man buried into your neck.

He adored when you held him like that; just you and him, nothing else around, no one else around, no Khonshu, no danger, no blood to shed– just him resting in your arms, cherishing his turn at fronting without it being an emergency to protect his alters; just him living his life with you, taking the time to breathe. He could get used to it.

“I would love to see you come out more often,” you affirmed as he looked back at you. “I know it’s hard and I’m not putting you under pressure but–”

“–Yeah” he nodded, pinching his lips. “I know” he said in a whisper as he dived to kiss your lips again, his fingers holding your chin while he did so. He pulled away, threading his fingers through your hair as he remained leaning over you. “Truth is– I want you all the time” he said with a small grin growing at the corner of his mouth. “All the fucking time.” he added through gritted teeth.

“Well… You can have me all you want now” you whispered with a small chuckle, and you knew from there that the atmosphere had changed. Jake stopped his kisses and stayed still for a moment. Did you break him?

“...Jake?” you called, confused at his silent state. Jake wasn’t very talkative but this was strange.

“...All I want ?” he finally asked back, his dark eyes carefully examining your face.

You chuckled softly. “All you want.” you affirmed, stroking the back of his neck.

A small smirk grew on his lips. “Mmmh okay. Interesting. Very interesting” he hummed as his hands met your hips, gently kneading the skin there before diving right back to your neck, leaving open mouthed, warm kisses there.

You almost choked on air at the sudden feeling of his teeth nipping at your skin– you should have expected it, it’s Jake after all.

“Jake!” you exclaimed, uncontrolled giggles escaping your mouth.

“I better take advantage of that free time then, mh?” he asked before kissing your cheek, tangling his legs with yours.

“Yeah you better” you teased, only hoping all of this will get him to front more often.

It was only a matter of time before Jake finally felt legitimate fronting as much as Marc and Steven did.

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moon knight taglist:

@apollo-enthusiast @scarabgrant @lockleysgrl @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @missmarmaladeth @alexxavicry @mystinky-butt

Ugh, the boys are so caring and cute 🥹

do not chastise the dove (12) ✧ steven grant, marc spector, jake lockley

do not chastise the dove ✧ a royal moon knight au | ao3 | pinterest board

pairing: knight!steven grant x fem!princess!reader x knight!marc spector x knight!jake lockley

series summary: you were a princess who would rather be anything but a royal; he was the knight her father forced her to marry—a true match made in hell if there ever was one. but, as the wedding inches closer and closer, it seems that, perhaps, your father had finally done something right by you. 

chapter summary: the boys help you readjust. 

word count: 4,327

warnings?: a little angsty, a little fluffy, nonsexual nudity, pet name (dove), not proofread

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Guys, guys, did you already watched 200 Cartas: Looking for Maria Sanchez?

Because I did watched it a time ago and it's so good. The kind of movie that we watch eating some chocolate and some popcorn and laugh and think that the characters are cute...

Man, what a precious movie. Lin is so cute in this, just make me want to hug him and never let go.

If you guys didn't watch it yet, I do recommend it!

Today I re-watched 200 Cartas: Looking for Maria Sanchez and I love Raul so much. He is funny and cute, so cute. Yet I can't find a fanfic with him. I need it so muuuuch!

I don't know, maybe one where y/n is Juan's (Raul's friend) sister and likes Raul, but don't have courage to tell him that and they go look for Maria and both of them get together in the end.

Or one where Raul meet y/n in Puerto Rico when he is looking for Maria, y/n is friend of one Maria or help him somehow...

I really don't know I just need Lin-Manuel as Raul contents.

Omg! YES, PLEASE!!

You should make "all because roger wanted cupcakes" into a series with more detailed progression of the reader and Rami's relationship and more memories with Freddie

I’m down! Who’s ready for more Freddie?

17 years old Roger Taylor singing I Feel Good in 1966 🤩

Stop starting discourse about Freddie’s sexuality 2k18

It’s been 27 years. Let it go. It doesn’t matter. Freddie hated when people constantly prodded about his sexuality in life. There is no reason to fight over it in death. He wanted to be known as a musical legend, not as that one gay/bi/whatever the fuck man who also happened to sing. It’s disrespectful to him. Just stop. Leave it be. Let him rest.

My geeks…. this mental health Friday is brought to you by the awesome @blessingmanifesting

As a Ravenclaw these are spot on !