Chandler Bing X Reader Oneshots

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I just realised I've written the majority of these in 1st person when they should probably be in 2nd person. I just find it more natural to write in 1st 😭 lol sorry

Sorry it took a while. Writer's block is annoying, and when coupled with procrastination it's even worse.

Requested by SiriusBlack42616 - the reader is on her period and Chandler comforts her.
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I'm having breakfast in the kitchen of my fiancé's apartment for two reasons: Number one, I've run out of cereal. Number two, I'm moving in in a few days so I decided I should get used to sharing these moments with Chandler.

Unfortunately, this isn't the best of days. I'm about three days into my period, and the third day is by far the worst. Stomach cramps, headaches, nausea, heavy bleeding, cravings, back pain, fatigue... you name it, I've got it. Chandler convinced me to take the day off, because it normally isn't this bad, and after weakly arguing with him, I eventually agreed I should spend today looking after myself.

"Ughhhh..." I groan, leaning forward and putting my head on the counter. I feel two hands rest on my shoulders, giving them a light massage. I start to relax a little at the sensation, concentrating on the massage rather than the pain coming from a million different places.

"Honey, do you want me to take the day off work too?" he murmurs, walking round to the other side of the kitchen counter and cupping my cheek, encouraging me to look at him. I slowly nod my head, unable to convince myself that he isn't the only one who can make these days better. "Okay. I'll get the chocolate." he takes my hand, pressing it gently to his lips before turning round and rummaging in the cupboards. I place my head back on the counter, letting out a long sigh and feeling myself start to nod off. The fact I'm falling asleep in such an uncomfortable position says a lot about how exhausted and ill I'm feeling.

I wake up to the smell of pizza and the sound of [your favourite TV show]'s theme song. I'm on one of the barca loungers with a blanket draped over me. Chandler is in the kitchen making coffee, and I spot a pizza box on the counter. He looks up at the movement of the barca lounger as I turn around, and his face lights up when he sees I'm awake.

"Hey, do you want some pizza?" he smiles warmly, putting some on a plate and bringing it to me. I just nod gratefully, too tired to talk. He settles on the other barca lounger, and I wordlessly get up and crawl into his lap, resting my head in the crook of his neck, still holding on to my plate of pizza.

Half an hour later, the show is over and the empty pizza box lays forgotten on the floor. I close my eyes, snuggling into Chandler's chest. His arms curl a little more tightly around me, and he leaves a gentle kiss on the top of my head.

"Promise you'll never leave me." I whisper, my voice hoarse from underuse. Tears form in my eyes and I don't realise straight away that it's just the hormones talking. Chandler takes my left hand, his thumb running over the small, intricately detailed ring on my finger.

"Honey, do you think I'd give you this if I wanted to leave you? I promise I will make sure that never happens," he murmurs, tilting my chin upwards so I'm looking at him. "D'you think I'd take the day off work and watch sitcoms all day with you if I didn't love you, if I didn't think you were the most beautiful, smart, funny, amazing woman I've ever had the fortune to meet?" He's whispering now, his usual humorous tone fading. "I love you so much."

"I love you too." I echo, the tears threatening to fall as he kisses me slowly, gently, as though I'm made of glass and could shatter at any moment. He pulls away, his face now stained with my tears.

"I'm gonna make some cocoa," he says, kissing the tip of my nose. He tries to get up, but I'm clinging to him like a koala, which is making things a little more difficult. He finally manages to peel me away from himself, going into the kitchen to make the cocoa. "You know, you could've made that a little easier." he chuckles.

"I didn't want to stop cuddling," I explain simply. "It's one of my favourite things to do with you."

"One of your favourite things to do with me?" he smirks, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Joke's on you, we can't do that for a week. You should be used to it after two years together."

"Can't we just... do it anyway?"

"Not unless you want to clean it up." I smile sweetly. We've had this conversation countless times, and it always ends the same way.

"Alright," he sighs, knowing the discussion will end as it does every month. "Here's your cocoa."

I take it from him, smiling at the slightly downcast look on his face. "I love you." I say quietly, sipping my cocoa.

"I love you too." says Chandler, returning my smile wearily after putting [your favourite movie] into the VCR player. I stand up so he can sit on the barca lounger first, curling up on his lap like before.

*Chandler's P.O.V.*
[Y/N] falls asleep on my lap again before the film has even started, and I can't help thinking about how beautiful she is, not just in looks but in character. Even on days like this, when she's at her lowest, she's still so kind, and witty, and intelligent... those are all the aspects of her I fell in love with in the first place.

The next time I compliment her, I don't want to tell her she looks beautiful.

I want her to know that she is beautiful.

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