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harringroveera · 14 days
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The whole thing was Robin’s idea. 
So she had a crush on her gym instructor, but that didn’t mean she had to drag Steve with her to their date. Yet somehow, they ended up at the restaurant anyway. 
Apparently, Robin’s crush wouldn’t go on a date unless her friend could come too. The guy had just been dumped, and she wanted to help him. Robin, of course, didn’t find any reasons to protest that. She found so many reasons to get Steve to come with her, though.
I helped you during your finals, Steve. I got you to go back to Nancy, Steve. I let you borrow five bucks last week, Steve.
In the end, he caved in and went with her.
“Okay, how do I look?” Robin put the silver spoon down on the table and turned to him for help. She bared her teeth. “Do I have anything on my teeth?”
“No, Robin. You’re fine!” he said, groaning as he sank back to his seat. “You know, you owe me big time for this.”
“Think of this as an opportunity for you, Steve. Heather’s friend is really hot. He works at the same place she does. Personal trainer. People ask for his number every day. I saw.” 
“I don’t know. He was just dumped. Wouldn’t that make him a little, I don’t know, desperate?” 
“And Nancy just dumped you again, when?”
He rolled his eyes, kicking her leg from under the table. “Shut up,” he said. “Okay, fine! You get the pretty one, and I get the pathetic one. That’s our deal.”
“Obviously. You’re not Heather’s type anyway.”
“What’s Heather’s type?”
“Women.”
Steve snorted, straightening his back, when Robin kicked his foot. She pointed at the entrance, where a girl their age walked through the door in her off-shoulder, black dress. From the mesmerized look on Robin’s face, he could only assume this was the Heather she had been crushing on for months and only gathered the nerve to ask out last week.
When Heather spotted them, she smiled, waving her fingers at Robin as she approached their table. Robin nearly tripped while trying to get out of her chair. 
“Hey! Hi,” she said, pulling out a chair for Heather. “Heather, this is Steve, my best friend. The one I told you about.”
“Pretty,” Heather said, and Steve blinked at her confusedly. “My friend would like you.”
“Really? Who did you bring?”
Heather’s lips curled up to form a smirk. She turned to Robin instead. “I have to go wash the cologne smell off my hands. I had to help him with a bit of an emergency earlier,” she said, and Robin nodded. “Can you get me a daiquiri and a whiskey neat for Billy?”
“Sure, yeah, absolutely! One daiquiri and one whiskey neat!”
Heather patted Robin’s hand gently and headed towards the restroom. Steve watched her go, his shoulders tensing up when he finally processed the words she had said.
“What did she just say?” he said, as Robin looked at him. “Did she say Billy?”
“Yeah.”
“Billy. As in, Billy Hargrove?” he hissed.
Robin’s lips parted, but then she let out an unconvinced scoff. “No, no way it’s him. You haven’t seen him since you graduated.”
“And now I’m in California, where Max told me he lives.”
“There’s no way that your high school rival is actually friends with Heather, Steve. It’s a one in a million chance!”
“Steve Harrington.” 
Steve froze, sending Robin a sharp glare that made her shoulders shrink. She gave him an apologetic smile before they both turned to look at the guy standing right in front of their table.
“What are the fucking odds?” 
*
The date, as it turned out, was a disaster. 
He hadn’t seen Hargrove since he graduated. And sure, Max occasionally told her friends things about Hargrove to keep them up to date, and Steve was always there to listen to them, but he had no interest in Hargrove whatsoever. Not since they got into that big fight that ended up with Steve having a broken nose for weeks. He hated the guy.
He was smug and arrogant, and his looks didn’t help either. He was attractive; even Steve had to admit that, but his personality repulsed Steve. 
For Robin, she was rather enjoying her time with her crush. The two of them had been talking since the date started, and Steve had been glaring at Hargrove since the date—not a date—started.
“I see that your nose healed nicely, Harrington,” Hargrove said, and Steve narrowed his eyes on him.
“Yeah. No thanks to you.”
It made Hargrove laugh. That bright, annoying laugh that Steve found irritating. “Don’t tell me you’re still bitter about that. It was, what, seven years ago?” 
“You broke my nose!”
“You kidnapped my sister.”
“I didn’t—” He took a deep breath, swallowing the bubbling anger down. “I didn’t kidnap her! I was driving her to Dustin’s place. They had a stupid game night. I just—I didn’t even know she snuck out of the house.”
“So what you’re saying is, it’s your fault you got a broken nose?”
Steve heaved a breath and said, “Sure, and how is single life treating you after you got dumped?” 
Hargrove laughed again, which was getting annoying. “It’s cool.”
“And here I thought you’d never be dumped,” he remarked. “King Hargrove. Always the dumper, never the dumpee. Weren’t you with Munson for a long time?” 
“We were,” Hargrove said, “until he realized he got a thing for older men, not younger.”
Steve blinked at him in surprise, flicking the piece of carrot in his place. “Oh.”
“And you? Last time Heather talked to me about you, you were with Wheeler. Again.”
“Of course, because I just love talking about him,” Heather said, deadpan.
“We were together for a while, yeah,” Steve said, “then she realized she had a thing for women.”
A smile tugged at the corners of Hargrove’s lips. He said, “Looks like we both had bad luck in relationships.”
“Looks like you both got dumped,” Robin said. “And looks like Heather and I are leaving.”
“What?” 
“Yeah, sorry. We really have to go.” She flashed Steve a guilty smile, patting his shoulder and leaning closer to whisper in his ear, “Heather said she’s very flexible, not just at the gym, and now I really want to find out what that means.”
“God, Robin. Fine, go!” he said, waving his hand in dismissal as she squeezed his arm. 
“Thank you!”
She gave him another smile before disappearing with Heather, leaving him completely alone with Hargrove, who was possibly the worst choice to spend the night with. He sighed, sinking back into the chair and darting his eyes to Hargrove. The guy was already smiling at him.
“What?” he said.
Hargrove shrugged, twirling his fingertip around the rim of his whiskey glass. “Nothing. Just thinking about how I’d need another drink.”
“Yeah, me too,” Steve said. “You aren’t gonna break my nose this time, right?”
“Not unless you kidnap my sister again.” Hargrove gave him a wink, and Steve gulped. When did he get so much more charming than before? 
“I wasn’t,” Steve said. “It was a misunderstanding. I already explained everything to you.”
“Yeah, I heard both yours and Max’s stories already,” Hargrove said, taking the champagne bottle and pouring it into Steve’s empty glass. 
“Woah, hey.” He snorted, nudging at the bottle in Hargrove’s hand when the champagne nearly touched the rim. “You’re trying to get me drunk and get in my pants or something?” 
“You want me to?” 
Steve stared at him. He cleared his throat and said, “Of course not.”
*
When Steve woke up in the morning, it was from the constant buzzing of his phone on the nightstand. He scrolled past the missed calls and unopened messages from Robin with half-lidded eyes. The last one was a text from Robin asking if anything bad had happened the night before.
He flinched when an arm draped over his chest. He widened his eyes and turned his head, taking in the sight—the person—next to him. Their limbs were tangled, and there was a nest of messy blond hair buried in his shoulder blade. 
His eyes darted down to the skull tattoo on the man’s arm. Steve let out a shaky breath.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “Fuck, fuck. I slept with Billy Hargrove. Oh, god.”
“Yeah, you did. Now shut up,” Hargrove said groggily into his shoulder, squeezing his midriff tighter. “Or do you want me to leave?”
Steve gulped, glancing at their entwined and very naked limbs. Memories of last night came back to him, shoving five amazing orgarms back in his face. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t that bad. Besides, Hargrove was really warm, and his morning wood was poking against Steve’s hips, like a promise to the sixth orgasm he would be experiencing soon.
“No,” he mumbled quietly, embarrassment filling his cheeks with heat. He put a hand over Billy’s arm, tilting his face to breathe in his cologne. “No, you can stay.”
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starryeyesxx · 10 months
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zymogenn · 1 month
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Eddie and marisol's relationship feels so much like Chandler Bing and janice's relationship. The same innuendos that walk nicely with the male lead's character. The lowkey annoying and an insane lore of the female character. DO U SEE IT??
also, the chandler&joey shipping equates buddie shipping (except buddie goes canon and we all know it)
bonus, in ep5, the "only if you ask nicely" dialogue IS LITERALLY how janice spoke.
there is no use of this info, nor does it help conclude anything, but the similarities are insanee
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malecftmaxrafe · 1 year
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HAPPY TRSOM ANNIVERSARY!!
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thatsojasminesworld · 5 months
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Happy Christmas Eve Eve Everyone
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ebbarights · 1 year
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ao3 contains horrors so vile that perceiving them would drive any sane reader into lunacy
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jamesunderwater · 5 months
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stick with me while i ramble about this compliment i can't get out of my head
so i'm being your average millennial and rewatching friends on repeat for the ~comfort~, but it hit me this morning that i also now live in an apartment building in a central part of the city with a coffee shop right on the street below my building, where my roommate and several of our friends work...
so i go in today, and one of the baristas i've only recently met says something about how in their mind they're just on a sitcom when they're at work and all their coworkers are part of the cast, and i was like, wait no for real, and tell them my whole realization from this morning.
and they ask me which one of the "Friends" I am, so I say that my goal in life is to be Joey -- but not to have sex with a ton of people, just because I want to be the sweetheart of the group
and they tell me I actually seem a lot like Chandler to them, and Chandler's their favorite, so this is a compliment. and I kinda concede and say how that's probably more accurate given how awkward i am, and the conversation moves on.
but since then i just keep thinking about how someone thinks I give Chandler Bing energy. i mean, that IS a compliment, Chandler is easily the most well-loved of the guys (though I think Joey is cruelly underrated). I mean........people really need to be warned not to insinuate that they think I'm the funny one in the group, because it will go to my head.
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loubagoob · 9 months
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If they ever make a Friends reboot or a remake centered around their kids, I personally would find it hysterical if one of the Bing twins were to have a relationship with one of Janice’s kids.
Picture it: it’s the evening they’re to introduce their parents to each other. A nice restaurant, calm atmosphere, and then...
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archibald-2017 · 2 years
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Thinking about how Janice from Friends is actually a lovely person and is completely understanding through everything and didn't deserve the mistreatment she got
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quidfree · 2 years
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my favorite characters in media are always edgy guys and obnoxious girls which is fun. like i love a broody snarky dude as much as anyone but i also passionately enjoy an annoying bitch.
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katechy-archive · 1 year
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I’ve been drawing little portraits to warm up before work and the latest theme was friends! I feel like you can tell which characters I like and which I don’t by the way I drew them.
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starryeyesxx · 10 months
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myheartwentknocknock · 9 months
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my favorite friend is janice
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katdramadream · 2 years
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FRIENDS CRACK SHIPS THAT I WISH HAPPENED!!
1- ROSS X PHOEBE: Opposites attract trope; I just love how much they could have changed each other. Ross has traditional views and phoebe is the only person that can counter him on them. Phoebe would receive the stability that she needs in a partner. I overall believe they could grow to be what each other needs. It would take a lot of work but I feel it would be well worth it in the end. I can’t get over how obsessed I am with the thought of these two. (I still believe Rachel is Ross’ soulmate but I find him in Phoebe more interesting)
2- JOEY X MÓNICA: I would have loved if that night in London Monica would have hooked up with Joey. Monica is a centered, independent, and nurturing women. She would a great match to help Joey be the baby he wants to be. 😂 (However, chandler and Monica are so adorable and they have great chemistry that I know Joey x Monica can’t beat)
3- CHANDLER X RACHEL: Now first of all they would look sexy together, but also they would be so chill. I feel they are so alike and would just be so comfortable. I can’t really explain well why I feel they would be good together but this ship is so enticing.
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The best thing about this show is that all the friends are so close you could make so many ships 🥰
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dr-drckken · 2 years
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The One With The Mud Puddle || Vixxen
@vixey-chakraborty
Everyday since he had set foot on Sweet Apple Farm, he’d had every intention of taking the cows and using them to take over the world. Only he had been interrupted and had to go return later, again and again. Then he had replaced the idea on the shelf in favor of others, but continued to go back to the farm in case the need should ever arise. 
After the fight with Vixey he thought about his plan again. And why shouldn’t he? It was a good one! What was stopping him now from taking them for his own? Nothing! Except, like always, something seemed to pop up. Mother calling, experiments needed attending, dishes needed doing...rain.
He woken up with every intention of going only to find it raining. It had poured down for hours. Unlike that of the night of Prom, these clouds had no teeth, the threat of a jaw closing was not here. It was the natural way of the world, this storm, too much water had reached up and was now making its way back down to the Earth.
Still, Drakken had taken it personally. Instead of an excuse now it was a challenge.
The cows had followed him after he had freed them from inside. Some had stayed behind, either too smart or too scared to go with the rest. For a while he had a good train on his tail, then they had all slowly started to turn back despite his protests that rivaled the thunder.
All had abandoned him except Vera, who continued to follow in the horrible conditions. That was, until it wasn’t up to her anymore.
Drakken had led her into a particularly saturated part of the ground, the mud thick and bending. It had swallowed up her feet, her weight too heavy and the ground not stable enough to hold. The cow could no longer move forward. Or backward. Or any which way but down, further into the mud. Drakken, who had seen The Neverending Story, had panicked in an instant and went to help, plan forgotten.
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spiffyhearts · 1 year
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Hot Take: Janice was not the problem in She and Chandlers relationship. She was sincere and genuinely cared for Him. So what if her laugh was different/annoying, He knew that from the very beginning. But he kept leading her on, inviting her over, breaking up with her. over and over. he was the psychopath.
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