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raekensluver · 28 days

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a brewing romance

description: pretending to not be in love with joey tribbiani was hard, especially when everyone around you suspects it.

contains: fluff!, best friends to (potential) lovers, mutual pining (mentioned?)

w.c: 740+

an: i've never posted any of my work besides a shitpost about fred weasley when i was like 13 so cut me some slackkk/ also this is based off of my friends dr bc im insane.

as you push open the door to central perk, a warm smile spreads across your face as you are greeted by the familiar sight of your friends lounging on the couch and surrounding chairs, sipping their coffees and chatting away.

joey, in particular, catches your eye, his soft brown gaze locking onto yours as he flashes you a charming grin.

you make your way over to the group, exchanging hugs and hellos with monica, rachel, ross, chandler, and phoebe.

as you reach joey, he jumps up, wrapping his arms around you in a tight squeeze.

"uh, hi," you reply, laughing as you pull back from the embrace. "what's with the enthusiasm, joe?"

joey shrugs, his eyes sparkling. "just happy to see my favorite person, that's all." he drops back down on the couch.

before you could even think about taking a seat, he reaches out and grabs your hand, pulling you onto his lap. you laugh and roll your eyes, but don't resist as he wraps his arms around your waist, and you settle yours around his neck.

it was a familiar, comfortable position, one you'd adopted countless times before. but today, it seemed to hold a different significance. but you were used to this kind of thing with joey.

you'd been friends for years, and your affectionate nature had always led people to assume you two were a couple- which, of course, you weren't.

the group's stares were noticeable, so when rachel's voice finally broke the silence it was evident it was laced with curiosity. "so, are you two finally…?"

you and joey exchange a look, both of you bursting into laughter.

"what? no, no, no," you protest, shaking your head. "we're just friends, guys. don't get any ideas."

joey nods strenuously, his face a picture of innocence. "yeah, we're just buddies. i mean, i love them, but not like that." he says, winking at you.

monica raises an eyebrow. "okay but...you two look very…cozy."

you laugh. "i swear, we're just friends mon. you all know that. we've just known each other for a long time, that's all. we're comfortable around each other."

"yeah, and I'm comfortable around my couch, but that doesn't mean I'm dating it." chandler inputs. as you both ignore his comment, you switch your focus on how hard it is to ignore the way you fit so perfectly in joey's lap or the way his arms seems to cradle you like you were his own personal treasure.

the others exchange skeptical glances but say nothing. as they continue to chat and get caught up,

you can't help but notice the way joey's fingers drum against your hip- it was a touch that was both familiar and intimate, one that sent a flutter through your chest- you also took note of the way his breath tickled your ear as he breathed.

it was all so… natural. so comfortable. and yet, despite your denials, the others couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more between you two. maybe it was the way you two seemed to anticipate each other's movements or the way you sometimes finished each other's sentences.

as the afternoon wore on, you finally slid off joey's lap, giving him a playful pat on the chest.

"i'm going to get a muffin," you say, as you stand up and stretch.

joey grins, watching you leave. "i'll come with you," he says, hopping up from his spot to follow you to the counter.

once you're both out of earshot, monica quickly turns to the others, her voice low. "you guys think they're telling the truth?"

rachel shrugs. "i don't know. they've always been close, but… there's something different about them today."

ross speaks up, "maybe it's just a matter of proximity. they're always touching and hugging each other. it's bound to create a certain… chemistry."

chandler groans. "don't start talking about pheromones."

phoebe who thoughtfully watches you and joey, order muffins at the counter says "i think they're telling the truth, but that doesn't mean there isn't something more there. maybe they just don't realize it yet."

as you and joey return to the table, muffins in hand, the others can't help but steal glances at you. you two were just so comfortable together, so at ease. and yet, despite your denials, there was a spark in the air, a sense of possibility that couldn't be ignored. only time would tell if you both would ever realize their feelings for the other.

#joey tribbiani #joey tribbiani x reader #matt leblanc #f.r.i.e.n.d.s #friends #friends tv #gn reader #ross geller #monica geller #rachel green #chandler bing #pheobe buffay #david schwimmer #courtney cox #jennifer aniston #matthew perry #lisa kudrow #joey tribbiani imagine #joey tribbiani x you

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panbitch-com · 2 years

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Hey so I know that I already sent an ask for a Chandler’s sister!reader but I was wondering if I could send another one? If not that’s fine!!

But if it is, then could you write some headcanons or an imagine about the reader being Chandler Bing’s sister and embarrassing him by telling a bunch of silly stories from their childhood?

I'd love to, thank you for requesting :))

I'm so sorry it just is here now. I've had this in my drafts for so long but didn't finish it until now. And I hate that it is that short but I still hope you enjoy it :)

it all started one day when Rachel asked you how Chandler really was as a child

Chandler also being in the room immediantly screaming and shouting nonesense

"WE TALKED ABOUT THIS" "We didn't, just your brain decided it was okay without asking me it was okay!!!" "I THINK IT IS OKAY TO NOW WANT TO HEAR STORIES ABOUT ME" "Well then i will kindly ask you to leave this room, sir. There is the door. Should I help you or are you capable of doing it yourself."

Chandler huffing but still staying in Monica's apartment

"You know Chandler is not here, so drop the stories." ~ Monica

"Okay, so one time our father made Chandler dress up as a prety princess and made him -"

"I heard you talkin' shit about me, missy, yeah I'm talking to you SISTER!"

"Hey, you gonna tell us later, right?", Pheobe whispers to you

you just wink and show her thumbs up "Of course."

when you finally got to tell the story to them they started laughing and made a few hints to Chandler about it

Once he finally catched up on it he looked at you as if you had betrayed him

Let's just say he didn't talk to you for one week and at the end of it the group also knew one or two stories about you

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ayoitspatricia · 2 years

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The one with the adopted daughter

(Rachel Green x adopted daughter!reader, Amy Green x daughter!reader)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Today was the day. It was Saturday and i was pacing non stop around the apartment that me and Pheobe had all to ourselves.

Pheobe had been able to convince Monica to leave for a while and take mom with her.

I had decided to wear an outfit that aunt Amy had mailed to me on my birthday since i was seeing her in a couple of hours.

Amy never really visited me on my birthday but she always seemed to remember to mail a present and a card for me to open which was kind to say the least.

“So, today’s the day,” Pheobe starts, handing me a smoothie that she had used Monica’s blender to make, “How are you feeling?”

“Nervous.” I say before taking a sip of my drink.

“Well you are going to make yourself even more nervous if you keep pacing like that sweetie.” She grabs ahold of both of my arms and leads me to the couch.

“I know, i know. Its just- what if we’ve got this wrong and this was actually all for nothing.” I panic.

“(Y/n), you’re a smart person ok? I don’t think that it will be very hard for you to figure out.”

I continue to drink my smoothie, giving small nods at the things Pheobe says.

Amy doesn’t even talk to mom that much. So, if i have gotten this all wrong then i could probably convince her to pretend that the interaction never even happened.

As soon as i had finished my drink i checked the time and realised that i had 10 minutes to be outside the apartment blocks. I went into my room and grabbed one of my coats and my bag.

Pheobe gave me a hug before i opened the door to leave, “Good luck, and don’t worry I will cover for you.”

I walked out and shut the door, unfortunately bumping into Joey and Chandler as they were leaving their apartment as well as me.

“Well hello there (Y/n),” Chandler looks at me, “So, where are you going in a rush like that?”

Oh no.

“Oh! Im just going to do some clothes shopping. Yeah! Just clothes shopping.” I say unconvincingly.

“Oh don’t play with us little Rachel, where are you going this time?” Joey speaks up.

Hold on, this time? It’s not like i casually meet up with a possible birth mother every day.

“Well for your information, I’m not lying and Pheobe said that she would tell mom where i am going when they get back.”

“Well-“ Joey starts to speak again, so i push past both of them and speed walk away.

“Hey we’re not done with you!” Chandler shouts.

“Yeah well i am.” I mumbled.

I walked down the stairs and left the block, the cool New York air coming into contact with my face.

When i looked around i saw the one and only Amy Green leaning against a wall, looking right back at me and motioning to come over to her.

I took a deep breathe and walked over to her, “Aunt Amy!”

I swear that i could almost see her wince slightly.

I gave her a hug and she tensed, so i just let go of her.

“Hey kid,” She greeted, “So how are you?”

“I’m ok i guess.” I shrugged.

“I booked a table at a restaurant that is not far from here.” She told me.

We left the apartment block and started to walk to whatever place Amy had decided to book.

“How are you doing?” I ask her.

“Im doing alright (Y/n).” She answered me awkwardly.

We were silent for a while before she spoke up again.

“I still don’t understand why you were so keen to meet up with me this soon.”

I fake a laugh, “Am i not allowed to see one of my favourite aunts?”

Ok, so that may be a lie, but i am desperate for answers and Amy may be able to give them to me.

“One of your favourite aunts huh? You barely know anything about me.”

“That is not true!” Oh it so is.

“You don’t have to lie to me.”

Wow, ‘lie’ really does seem to be the word of the day here.

“I know that you and mom don’t talk that much meaning that you miss out on seeing your amazing niece.”

“Amazing?” She smirks.

“Mom says i am.” I whine.

“Speaking of your mom, how are you getting along with her?” She asks.

“Not the best right now if im honest, we’ve been arguing a lot but Aunt Pheobe has been helping me through it.”

“The giddy blonde girl?” She refers to Pheobe making me scowl at her annoyingly.

Im about to answer but i notice that we have arrived at the place Amy told me about. We went in and Amy told them that she had a reservation, waiting impatiently to be seated.

After we get seated and order our drinks, Amy continued with what she was saying before.

“So you’re happy with Rachel right?”

“Of course,” I see her frown slightly so i quickly say, “But i would really like to know more about my birth mother.”

I see her frown turn into a small smile.

Well, its now or never (Y/n). It’s like I can almost hear Pheobe’s loud voice in my head.

“Hey, did you know her by any chance?” I casually mention.

Her face pales again. “Why would you even think that?”

“It was just an interest but if you don’t then it is okay.” I try my best to not sound disappointed.

“You know, i knew that this day would come.” She says quietly.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“It was only a matter of time before your curiosity got the best of you.”

I wanted to say more but the waiter comes up with our drinks and to order all our food.

“I’ll have this please.” Amy points to a dish on the menu after she takes our drinks and puts them on the table.

“Yeah, I’ll have that as well please.” I smile and the waiter nods, walking away from us.

“You like that meal?” Amy asks.

“Of course! But i don’t eat it often, mom can’t stand it.”

This makes me smile as i remember something that happened when i was younger, which was when me and Aunt Monica secretly made the meal whilst mom was asleep.

She gives me a genuine laugh, “Rachel couldn’t stand it when we were younger either!”

After that, Amy started to open herself up more and realised that we actually had a lot more in common than she thought that we did.

The waiter came back and gave us our meals.

“See, now we know more things about eachother.” I tell her.

She doesn’t say anything, instead she looks at me as if she is reliving a certain memory.

She then turns silent for a couple of minutes, trying to eat her food quickly. I start to eat again as well, looking at her every once in a while.

She looks up at me at the same time and meets my eyes, “I can’t do this.” She puts her fork down and puts her hands over her face.

“Are you alright Amy?” I ask as i get out of my seat and come to her side of the table.

“I can’t- I can’t do this.” She looks at me, “When i look at you, all i can see is an improved version of my younger self. You are exactly how i wished i was when i was your age.”

Was she confirming being my mom? I knew i shouldn’t jump to conclusions so quick, i need to hear the words from her.

“Aunt Amy-“ I start but she continues to ramble.

“I thought i could avoid this, i thought i could avoid you. But the more i get to know about you, the more i wish that i was the one who raised you.”

‘This is the perfect time to bring up the papers that me and Pheobe found.’ I thought to myself.

“Amy,” I started, “There’s a reason why i was so desperate to see you. And well i- well you see i-“ I stuttered.

“Please continue.” She whispered.

“I found some papers the other day and they said that you were my birth mom,” her eyes widened and she gasped, “Or there is just another completely different person whose name just so happens to be ‘Amy Green’.”

I try to make a joke but i know that my jokes are the last things on her mind right now.

“I just need to know ok?” Well here it goes.

“Are you my biological mom Amy Green?”

I can see the tears that she is trying to hold back.

“Yes.”

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miryum · 2 years

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i saw that you did friends requests, could you do some joey x reader?

Absolutely! This is based after "The One With the Two Bullies" and the one scene where Joey comes out and suggests that he beats up the bullies for them. I just always thought that was a really hot scene for some reason. 😅

Warnings: Sexual innuendos

You sat next Ross at the counter, watching him and Chandler try to stir their coffee while drinking it.

It was a hilarious mess.

Just then, Joey comes out of his room, buttoning up a shirt, "Hey, this is ridiculous." He scoffs once he sees the scene in front of him, "I'll tell you what. After I get back from my niece's christening, I'll go down to the coffee house with you and we'll all have a nice cup of coffee alright. No problem, Joey's there." He says, hardening his face.

“Okay!” Chandler says happily.

“No.” Ross says, his head hanging low.

Chandler slams him hands down on the counter, “No?”

“No!” Ross stands, “Well, I don't wanna have to have Joey with me every time I wanna decent cup of coffee, you know. And I don't wanna spend the rest of my life drinking cappuccino with a 'K'!” He tosses the packet of coffee mix onto the counter, “I say you and I go back down there and stand up to those guys!”

“Alright,” Chandler chuckles sarcastically, “Hang on a second there, Custer.”

“Yeah, really Ross.” Joey interjects, “Have you ever been beaten up before?”

“Well, yeah, sure!”

You raise an eyebrow, “By someone besides Monica?” You ask.

“No.” Ross admits, turning to you, “So what? So what if we get beaten up?” He turns back to Chandler, “Maybe that's just something every man has to go through once in his life. You know, like a... like a right of passage or something.”

“Well, couldn’t we just lose our virginities again?” Chandler shrugs, smirking at you a bit. Joey glares at him, making him shrink back a bit, “You know, because I think, actually, mine’s growing back.” He says defensively.

Ross rolls his eyes and leads Chandler out the door and down to Central Perk.

“Oh, look at you.” You go over to Joey, straightening his collar, “My big, tough, Italian man.” Joey smiles and gives you a kiss, “How about,” You continue, “After you get back,” You run your hands down to his chest, “You can show me how tough you can be?”

Joey’s infamous smirk appears on his face, “That would be nice.” He says throatily. He leans down and presses kisses to your jaw and down your throat.

“Joey....” You warn, “You’re going to be late.”

“I don’t care.” He whispers, pulling you closer, “I doubt that they would notice.”

“They would.” Even though you didn’t want to, you gently push him away.

“Fine.” He groans and starts moving towards the door, “But I want you to block off the next couple hours, got it?”

“Got it.” You smiled and waved as he pointed accusingly at you and slowly backed out the door.

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pedropascalmylove · 4 years

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I just started watching supernatural, and can I just say, Dean Winchester radiates the same energy as Joey Tribianni

They are precious💕

#supernatural #sam and dean #dean winchester #sam winchester #season 1 #friends #joey tribbiani #rachel green #monica geller #ross geller #pheobe buffay #chandler bing #sam winchester x reader #dean winchester x reader #joey tribbiani x reader #chandler bing x reader #ross geller x reader

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boxofbadaddiction · 3 years

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I really must be a heartless bitch cause just about every time a fanfic is like "y/n cried", "they wept", or "spoke through strangled sobs" my brain just immediately goes:

#fanfiction #reader insert #harry potter fanfiction #fred weasley x reader #George weasley x reader #pheobe buffay #lisa kudrow #mine

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hello-mtf · 3 years

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*Tony in a teasing manner*: so when are we gonna meet your girlfriend

Y/n: let’s see today’s Monday soooo.... never

#source: friends #tony stark #monica geller #pheobe buffay #friends #mcu incorrect quotes #mcu imagine #wanda maximoff x female reader

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aaliyah-babe · 3 years

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The One With The Butt: Part One

pairings: eventual joey x reader, jamie x reader

authors note: i own nothing from friends, all credit goes to their respective owners. feedback is always appreciated!

feedback is the glue that holds my writing together!

you guys had gotten invited to the play that joey was in, you were sat next to pheobe on the end,

“oh look! look, there’s joeys picture! this is so exciting!” rachel squealed, showing you all joeys picture.

“you can always spot who’s never seen one of his plays before, notice no fear, no sense of impending doom...” chandler trailed off,

“the exclamation point in the titles scares me. you know, it’s not just freud, it’s freud!” pheobe exclaims, and you giggle at her.

the lights went down as you readied yourself for joeys plays, they weren’t all bad, but they weren’t all good, don’t get yourself wrong he was a good actor, he just chose the wrong stuff to act in.

“shh. the magic is about to happen!” ross shushed everyone

“well, eva,” you heard joey say with a german accent and you sighed, knowing it was gonna be another bust. “we’ve done some excellent work here,”

you looked at pheobe and she gave you the same look before you started giggling quietly, and ross gave you a warning look which made you stop.

“and i would have to say your problem is quite clear,” joey said before stopping. a piano intro started playing before joey got up from his seat and began singing, “all you want is a dinkle, what you envy’s a schwang! a thing through which you can tinkle, or play with or simply let hang,”

you looked at ross before whispering, “now can we laugh,” and he started chuckling aswell.

the play went on for what felt like hours, you had looked through the cast around five times, pheobe nudging you to look at joeys dancing and singing at times which made you both laugh quietly, before the show was finished.

everybody on the stage took a bow before you all got up and started clapping, yelling at the cast,

“yes! excellent!”

they walked off the stage as you all groaned, sitting back down,

“oh my god, that was nauseating,” you sighed into pheobes shoulder,

“i feel violated,” rachel agreed,

“did anybody else feel like they wanted to peel the skin off their body to have something else to do?” monica asked,

“ross, 10:00,” chandler nudged ross,

“i’d it? feels like 2:00,” ross groaned,

“no, 10:00,”

“what?”

“there’s a beautiful woman at 8, 9, 10:00!” chandler sighed which made you all look in his direction and see a very beautiful woman touching up her lipstick.

“wow she is pretty,” you agreed with chandler,

“she’s amazing! she makes the women i dream about look like short, fat, bald men,”

“well, go over to her. she’s not with anyone,” monica said to him,

“oh yeah, right. and what would my opening line be? “excuse me..” chandler said before blubbering words,

“oh come on! she’s a person, you can do it,” rachel encouraged,

“oh please could she be more out of my league? ross back me up here,” chandler patted ross on the back,

“he could never get a woman like that in a million years,” ross agreed,

“thank you,”

“oh, oh! but you know you always see these really beautiful women with these really nothing guys, you could be one of those guys!” pheobe encouraged him,

“oh yeah! come on chandler, do it!” you told him.

“you think?” he asked you all,

“oh yeah!”

“oh, god. i cant believe i’m even considering this. i’m very, very aware of my tongue,”

“come on!”

“here it goes,” chandler walked away and started talking to the woman,

he started saying a few things before he started walking back over,

“chandler?” the woman asked, making him go back over,

“wow, go chandler,” you nudged monica.

joey walked out and you all said hey.

“i didn’t know you could dance!” ross said,

everybody else said stuff to him about the play,

“was it good?” he asked, hopeful. your heart hurt for the boy.

everybody was silent before they all said the same things they did before.

“come on you guys, it wasn’t that bad, i was the lead! it was better than that thing with the trolls!” he argues,

“you’re right joey, you are, come here,” you hugged him,

“did you at least like it?” he asked, still hopeful,

“i’m not gonna lie to you joe. it wasn’t the best play,” his face fell, “but! you’re a good actor i just think your always going for the wrong roles!” you said and he smiled a little,

“thanks y/n/n,” he hugged you again, before letting you go not completely and just let his arm drape around your shoulder.

“she said yes! she said yes!” chandler ran over before turning to joey, “awful play man! woah!”

you rubbed joeys back, feeling bad for him a little.

“her names aurora and she’s italian and she pronounces my name “chand-ler,” “chand-ler,” he was proud of himself you could see, “i think i like it better that way- oh listen! the usher gave me this to give to you.” he gave joey a card.

“what is it?” rachel asked,

joey read the card as his face lit up, “estelle leonard talent agency, an agency left me its card!” he smiled,

“told you,” you whispered to him and he smiled at you.

“maybe they want to sign me!” he smiled happily,

“based on this play?” pheobe asked and joey frowned, “based on this play!”

you guys were hanging out at the coffee house and jamie had joined you, and once again joey distanced himself from you and him. what the hell was his problem? it pissed you off that your bestfriend clearly didn’t like your boyfriend and didn’t even try to hide it!

“hey, kids,” chandler walked in, after his date with aurora.

“hey, chandler,” jamie said to him,

“well this line is passion, and this is just a line,” phoebe read monica’s hand,

“wow i can’t believe i’ve been here seven seconds and you haven’t asked me about my date,” chandler said,

“how was your date chandler?” everybody asked,

“yeah, chand-ler?” monica said, making you smile.

“it was unbelievable! i’ve never met anyone like her. she’s had the most amazing life! she was in the israeli army...”

“luckily, none of the bullets hit the engine block. so, we made it to the border. but just barely and i... i’ve been talking about myself all night long, i’m sorry. what about you? tell me one of your stories!” aurora said to chandler, who smiled at the woman in front of him.

“alright, once.... once, i got on the subway, right? and it was at night and i rode it all the way to brooklyn, just for the hell of it,” he said which made aurora laugh and he smiled again,

“we talked till like 2:00,” chandler said, “it was this perfect evening... more or less,”

“all of the sudden we realise we’re in yemen!” aurora exclaims,

“i’m sorry we is?” chandler asked,

“we would be me and rick,” she answered,

“who’s rick?” joey asked,

“who’s rick?” chandler asked her,

“my husband,” she answered.

“ew,” everyone groaned for chandler,

“oh, so your divorced?” chandler asked,

“no,” she said,

“oh, i’m- i’m sorry your widowed... hopefully?” he asked again,

“no, i’m still married.”

“so uh, tell me. how do you think your husband would feel about you sitting here with me, sliding your foot so far up my pant leg you can count the change in my pocket?”

“don’t worry. i imagine he’d be okay with you because really with ethan,” she giggled,

“ethan? there’s an ethan?” chandler asked,

“ethan is my... boyfriend,” she answered

“what?!” everyone exclaimed.

“explain something to me. what kind of relationship do you imagine us having if you already have a husband and a boyfriend?” chandler asked,

“i suppose, mainly sexual,” she offers.

“huh,”

“aw, i’m sorry it didn’t work out,” monica apologised,

“what not work out? i’m seeing her again on thursday,” everyone looked at him confused, “didn’t you listen to the story?”

“didn’t you listen to the story?” you asked,

“yeah, this is twisted! how could you get involved with a woman like this?” monica asked,

“i had some trouble with it at first too, but the way i look at it, i get all of the good stuff, all the fun, all the talking, all the sex and none of the responsibility! i mean this is every guys fantasy,”

“that is not true,” phoebe said, “ross, jamie, is this your fantasy?”

“no,” they both said,

you smiled at your boyfriend before kissing his cheek, he looked at ross before they both nodded their heads, “yeah, it is,”

you glared at jamie.

“maybe somebody shouldn’t be with somebody then,” joey muttered but you heard him anyways, what is his deal? you were so going to talk to him after this.

“so you guys don’t mind going out with someone else, who’s going out with someone else?” monica asks.

“i couldn’t do it,” joey says,

“good for you, joe,” pheobe says to him,

“when i’m with a woman, i need to know that i’m going out with more people than she is,” that made you sigh,

“well, you know monogamy can be a tricky concept. i mean anthropologically speaking...” everybody pretended to sleep and fake snore as ross bored everyone,

“fine, fine. now you’ll never know,” he sighs,

“we’re kidding, go! tell us,” monica says,

“all right, there’s a theory put forth by richard leakey...” and there goes everybody snoring again,

let me know if you want to be mentioned in future taglists!

taglist: @zestygingergirl

#chandler bing #friends #friends series #joey tribbiani #monica geller #pheobe buffay #rachel green #ross geller #x reader #funny

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zanesgirlfriend · 5 years

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Friends | Jeff Wittek

Description: Jeff has always reminded you of someone and you finally figured out who.

Requested?: Yes @lettherosesgrow wanted some more Jeff imagines :)

Warnings: Mild language

A/N: this was hard to write because im really far up davids ass right now so thats why its so short but it turned out kinda cute so enjoy!

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You sit in your boyfriend's bed as he takes a shower, his dog Nerf laying next to you. You've decided your time is best spent scrolling through vlog squad gossip pages on social media, rather than getting ready for the day like you're supposed to be doing. You smile at speculations of you and Jeff's relationship, kinda mad at yourself for making it so obvious. A post appears that you really enjoy, comparing the vlog squad to the cast of Friends. You chuckle to yourself as you notice both Carly and Erin are labelled as Pheobe, and you, of course, are Rachel.

You search for Jeff's name and see that he and Todd share Joey, and then you can't unsee it. You knew he reminded you of someone. "What are you laughing about?" Jeff walks out of the bathroom, wearing only a towel around his waist, and you take in the glory that is his body.

"I saw something that was totally correct, and now I can't unsee it." You laugh.

"You gonna tell me?" He asks as he walks over to his dresser.

"You remind me of someone, that's all." Petting Nerf keeps you from laughing when you look at him.

"Aye, it better not be one of your ex-boyfriends. I'm not in the mood to kick ass today." He points a finger at you, and you decide to tell him, despite wanting to keep this little fantasy to yourself.

"You're exactly like Joey Tribbiani from Friends." He turns around and looks at you.

"Let me guess, you're Rachel?" One of his eyebrows raises as you smile back at him and nod. "I don't see how I'm like Joey."

You sit up on the bed, being careful not to disturb Nerf. "You're both incredibly sweet, and would do anything to make me or Rachel happy." You envision yourself and Jeff on the set of Friends. "You both got a body, a sexy accent, and are smarter than people think you are." Checking the clock made you aware that you have to go soon, so you get up and try to find the clothes you wore here last night.

"You callin' me stupid?" He puts a pair of underwear on.

"No, I'm calling you smart, dummy." You say as you raid his closet for a shirt that smells like him. "Okay, look in the mirror and say 'How you doin?'" You become very excited about this whole 'Joey' fantasy becoming a reality.

He looks in the mirror and catches your eye as he says "How you doin?" making you melt. You wrap your arms around him and look at the two of you in the mirror. "Okay I see it now, but in this version of Friends Joey and Rachel end up together, alright? Ross can go fuck himself." He turns around to look you directly in the eye.

"I always preferred Joey over Ross, if I'm being honest."

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raekensluver · 29 days

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so i wrote a small fic based off of my friends dr with joey...do i post....?

#joey tribbiani #f.r.i.e.n.d.s #friends #friends tv #ross geller #chandler bing #joey tribbiani x reader #matt leblanc #monica geller #rachel green #pheobe buffay

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ayoitspatricia · 3 years

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Hey love! Any chances of Rachel Green X daughter fic part 3? I'm intrigued 👀

The one with the adopted daughter

(Rachel Green x adopted daughter!reader, platonic Pheobe Buffay x reader)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

It had been about 2 weeks since the conversation between me and my most favourite aunt, Pheobe. We both looked through files, forms and certificates that belonged to mom and went through them when she was not home.

We once spent a whole day doing this whilst mom was out doing God knows what with Ross, but we had found absolutely nothing. It was like every thing was trying to be hid away from me.

Today was another day of hopeless searching and i was about to give up on this whole plan when Phoebe yelled,

"I'VE FOUND SOMETHING!"

I stood up from where i was sat on the floor and ran over to Pheobe who was sitting on the table in the apartment me and mom share with Mon.

"What did you find!?" I asked, Pheobe responded by shoving a bundle of papers in my face. I skimmed through them and gave a laugh of joy when i figured out what they were.

Adoption papers.

"Where did you find these?" I exclaimed.

She chuckled, "I find them on the top shelf in your moms wardrobe, they were in a shoebox. She must have knew you were going to look for them (Y/n)."

I sat down beside her and took a proper look at the papers. I stopped, looking over a specific paragraph. I gasped, and dropped the papers on the floor. Phoebe looked at me, wondering what i had saw on the papers.

"According to the adoption papers, my original surname before mom adopted me was 'Green.' How is that possible?" I picked up the papers and skimmed through them again.

"No way!" Pheobe yelled, snatching the papers from my hands and looking through them herself. "How is that even possible? I knew Rachel before she adopted you and she was never pregnant!"

"We need to keep our eyes out for a birth certificate then." I mention. "It has to be here somewhere."

Pheobe grabs the shoebox, which was still filled with papers. "There's more in here!"

She grabs one specific paper and squeals happily, handing it over to me whilst smiling, "This may be the answer to your question."

I held the paper with both hands and gestured for Pheobe to lean in closer to me as I looked at the title.

Bingo.

It was my original birth certificate.

"Are you ready?" Phoebe asked me and i gave a small nod, skimming through the writing until i saw the final answer to the question i had been asking myself since i was young.

My biological mother was....

Amy Green!?

"AMY!? THERE'S NO WAY!" Pheobe shouted, shocked.

My aunt was called Amy Green. I never really saw her that much for some reason. Whenever mom asked if we could meet up she would come up with an excuse not to.

And the times when i have seen her, she tries her hardest not to meet my eyes, almost looking ashamed of herself.

"Come on Pheobe, there has to be so many people in this world called Amy Green. It's probably just a coincidence-"

But I wasn't able to finish my sentence before the door opened abruptly.

This was a nightmare.

Everyone was stood by the door just staring at us.

"(Y/n) (Y/m/n) Green! What on earth do you think you're doing?" Mom exclaimed, rushing through the door and trying to pick up all the papers, snatching my birth certificate out of my hands.

She then looked at Pheobe, "Before i say anything else to you, I need to know if she read this or not."

"She didn't." Pheobe lied. "We're sorry."

Monica rushed in, helping mom with picking up all the papers. Ross just looked at me and Pheobe and shook his head with shame. Joey looked confused as to what was going on.

Chandler approached us, "Perhaps it’s best if you both leave for a while and come back later." We nodded and walked out of the apartment, grabbing our coats.

Pheobe wrapped her arm around me and we went to get coffee.

Once we got in, we both got our drinks and sat down in silence.

"I need to see her." I broke the silence.

"Who?" Pheobe asked me.

"Aunt Amy. I need to see if it's her."

“There’s a good chance that it is, you know?” She told me.

She’s right. There is.

But it also wouldn’t make sense. Why would Rachel adopt me six years after i was born if i really was Amy’s child.

So i got up and walked over to Gunther.

“Hey, can i use the phone quickly?” I asked him and he nodded, smiling.

When i got to it I dialled in Amy’s number. I’ve never really had to use it before but there’s always a first time for everything.

My breath hitched as i heard someone pick up.

“Who is it?” The voice said.

“Aunt Amy! It’s (Y/n).” I tell the voice, hoping it was actually her on the line and not a stranger.

“O-oh (Y/n)! How are you?” She asked uncomfortably.

It felt weird talking to someone who now could potentially be my mom.

“Good, i was actually wondering if you would be able to meet up sometime this month. We could get coffee.” I suggest.

“What does Rachel want?”

“Nothing! It will just be you and me.”

“I’m actually not free this month, maybe another time.”

“Please Amy! We never see each other, it’s like you try to avoid me and mom.”

“Fine kid. Saturday next week, I’ll meet you outside your apartment at 12. Don’t tell Rachel.”

And with that she hung up the phone and i looked at Pheobe.

“How did it go?” She asked.

“We’ve planned to see each other next week, but i need to make sure mom is not suspicious of me.” I tell her.

“That’s great! You’ll be able to ask her some questions.”

“I really do hope this is not all for nothing you know. I don’t think she’d appreciate me wasting her time, I was just about able to convince her to see me.” I quickly blurt out, making her put a hand on my shoulder.

She grabs our coats and we decide to take a walk to Central Park to watch the sunset but all i can focus on is my thoughts.

Everything had just became real to me. My birth mother was called Amy Green and she could possibly be the person who i had been calling my aunt ever since i was 6….

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ayoitspatricia · 3 years

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Rachel Green x adopted daughter!reader pt 2 please 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

The one with the adopted daughter

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

(Rachel Green x adopted daughter!reader, platonic Pheobe Buffay x reader)

*THIS IS IN (Y/N)‘S POV*

I pace in my room, walking back and forwards, trying to gain enough courage to go and ask my mom that one question i have never mentioned before.

I finally open the door to find mom sitting on the couch skimming through a book. Not reading it. Skimming. She doesn’t like reading so its probably something Pheobe or Monica forced her to do. I created my throat and she looked up at me.

“Good morning honey.’ She said blandly before looking back down to the book that she was now fiddling with.

“Mom,” I began, her head not coming back up to look at me.

“Who were my real parents?” I asked, regretting it as soon as it slipped out of my mouth.

She froze, immediately placing the book that was playing with on the seat beside her. She blinked a few times before she looked back up at me, a fake smile being plastered on her face.

“Why would you ever need to know that sweetie?” She asked me, sounding slightly offended.

“I just thought that, you know, you would maybe know about them as you adopted me so i thought I’d try asking.” I explained, watching as her face went slightly red.

She gave me a slight glare. “You know what, since you’re dressed (Y/n), why don’t you go to Joey and Chandlers apartment.”

I raised my eyebrows, “Why? Where do you need to go?”

She walked past me, grabbing her bag and putting on her jacket, “To the coffee house to see the others.”

As she walked out she whispered the final part, “Or maybe to a place that sells alcohol, I need a drink.”

Ok?? She didn’t even answer my question, she just left.

I walked over to the apartment opposite ours and knocked on the door. Joey answered it whilst reading his script, not even saying a word just gesturing for me to come in.

“What play you working on Uncle Joey?” I asked, opening their fridge and taking out a Capri Sun, which are what Joey buys for me for when I come over.

He groans walking to the counter where i was, “A musical.”

I snort. “Joey, how did YOU get cast for a musical!?”

He gasps, “Are you saying that i am not capable of getting cast for one!?”

“Yes.” I snicker. He rolls his eyes and goes back to his script as I quietly drink my capri sun.

I speak up, “Hey Joe?”

He looks back at me, “What do ya need kid?”

“Do you know who my real parents are?” I ask him curiously.

His usual lazy smile turned into somewhat of a scowl. “I have a feeling you’ve overstayed your welcome (Y/n), I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “But Joey-“

He got out of his seat and grabbed my arm, pulling me to the door and pushing me out.

I frowned, what was up with everyone today?

I mean, last week Joey was joking about how mom could secretly be my biological mother and now he is mad?

I realised i did not have my apartment key on me so i had to wait until everyone got back. I waited about 10 minutes until i saw my mom, with Ross, Monica and Pheobe behind her.

“Do you feel better now?” I asked, trying to not sound rude.

“Rachel said that you are supposed to be at Joeys!” Pheobe pointed out, which i nodded back to.

“I was, he kicked me out too.”

“Please don’t tell me you asked him what you asked me.” Mom groaned.

I sighed, annoyed. “Well someone has to know! And quite frankly, it seems it is one of you guys!”

Joey opened his door and walked into the hallway where we were, “Why is (Y/n) shouting!?”. Everyone ignored him and continued to look back at me.

Mom rolled her eyes at me, “Honey don’t be ridiculous-“

“Im not! Im just angry about the fact that some of you obviously know my birth parents but don’t think you should tell me about them! I understand how much you’ve all done for me but i just want to know who they were. I’m sorry for just being curious as to why i got given up!” At the end of my rant everyone looked at me with guilt written on their faces.

A tear rolled down my eye, “I just don’t get it.”

“(Y/n), i just don’t get why you’ve never mentioned this before. We could’ve helped you.” Monica spoke up.

I chuckled bitterly, “I don’t need help!”

Mom looked confused, “(Y/n), you’ve never even mentioned your biological parents before. What has made you feel the need to mention them now?”

It’s just, last week I heard Joey making a joke about how you could actually be my biological mom and you seemed to look quite panicked when you heard what he said.” I said quietly.

Mom shook her head, “Honey, if you’re thinking that I am your birth mom then you are wrong because I am NOT.” She said, glaring at Joey who gave her a ‘what the hell have I done?’ look.

“Then what was wrong today? When I asked both you and Joey about who gave me up you guys kicked me out of your apartments. I get that you’re my parent but what did my other parents do to make you all act like you despise them?” I asked, running my hands through my hair.

“That’s it, you’re not getting anymore answers. I need some space.” Mom’s voice cracked. She unlocked the apartment door and walked straight to our room, slamming the door behind her. Ross running in and knocking on the door, trying to get her to open it.

Joey looked at the rest of us, “Well, I need to go practise for the play I’m taking part in,” he looked at Chandler, “Care to help me practise?”

Anything to get away from THIS tension.” Chandler replied, following Joey into their apartment.

Monica handed me $10, “How about you just go to the coffee house for a while, you don’t have to give me back the money you don’t spend.”

She gave me a sympathetic smile, walking into our apartment and coming back out with my jacket and giving it to me. I mumbled a small ‘thank you’ and watched as both her and Pheobe walked back into our apartment, closing the door.

I let out sigh and felt tears beginning to fall down my face.

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I walked down the loud and busy streets with my hands in my coat pockets until I reached Central Perk, my eyes still watery. I opened the door and walked to Gunther who was behind the counter and ordered my usual.

“Bad day?” He asked me.

I gave a small laugh, “Well, when your mom is the one and only Rachel Green, things are not that simple.”

“I can only imagine what It’d be like (Y/n).” He smiled at me, “You work really hard and you should be proud of yourself.”

I looked up at him, shocked. The only person who really tells me that is Aunt Monica.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” I replied.

“Anytime Little Green.” I chuckle at the nickname.

I sat down on the couch, waiting for my order to be served to me. As soon as it was, I took a sip of my drink and tried not to think of what happened with mom.

It had been about 5 minutes, when I felt someone sit next to me. I looked to see who it was and was surprised when I saw that it was Pheobe.

She noticed that realised she was next to me, “You okay?”

“I guess.” I replied, feeling the tears brim at the corners of my eyes again.

She sighed, “No. No you’re not, I can tell.” She saw me wipe away my tears. “It’s okay to cry you know, please don’t feel like you can’t.”

Her words tipped me over the edge and I burst into tears, feeling like I would never be able to stop. Pheobe wrapped her arms around me and put my stray strands of hair behind my ears. She whispered soothing words into my ear like ‘it’s all going to be okay’.

After I had calmed down I leaned into her more, not wanting her to ever let go of me. “I don’t see why you are wasting your time on me Aunt Pheobe.”

She laughed lightly, pulling me closer, “Trust me (Y/n) you’re worth all my time.”

“Did someone send you to come and see me?” I asked her.

“Oh of course not. They don’t even know I’m here.” She replied casually.

I sniffed, “Then why are you here?”

Pheobe looked down at me, “(Y/n), I know that we don’t have the same backstory and everything, but I do kind of know what you’re going through and I want to help you-“

I interrupted her, “You’re not going to make me speak to a counsellor again are you?”

She started speaking again, “Oh god no! I just noticed how much finding out who your biological parents are means to you, and thought that I could maybe help you find them. That is if you want me to, of course.”

I gasped, hugging her tighter. “Pheobe! That would be great!”

“Yay! I’m so glad you like the idea! So I was thinking we could start with-“ Pheobe stopped as she noticed the door opening and mom walking in, spotting me and Pheobe.

She walked over to us, “Pheobe! I told you to not go looking for her. She needs to take responsibility for her actions and apologise.”

“Rachel, she has got nothing to apologise for.” Pheobe argued back, clutching onto me tight. “And I also have a feeling you didn’t come here for me.”

Mom ignored her and looked at me, “Uhm, I just wanted to let you know that I’m going to be spending the night at Ross’ place and Monica will be at our apartment for when you get home, she’s making you some dinner. And I saved some pages on the fashion catalogue for you, I found some things I thought you would like.”

I gave a slight smile, “Thanks.” She gave me one last look before walking out.

I made sure she was completely gone before looking back at Pheobe.

“You were saying?”

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The one with the adopted daughter

(Rachel Green x adopted daughter!reader)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

I cautiously unlocked the door to Monica’s apartment, quickly peeking in to see if anyone was there.

Nope... Brilliant.

I stepped into the apartment clutching all of my shopping bags as I was trying to not make too much noise. I placed my shopping bags down and took Ross’ credit card out of my coat pocket and placed it onto the wooden table.

What? I only stole it because of the argument he had with mom that made her very upset. This will show him not to mess with the Green’s again.

I picked up my bags and placed them into me and my mom’s shared bedroom, not caring if mom sees them.

I decided to pick up my most favourite magazine, which was (Y/F/M), and flip through the pages whilst waiting for the others to get back.

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It had been about 45 minutes when I heard the door open and people coming inside, hoping that Ross would notice his credit card.

“Hey Mon, why is my credit card in your apartment, I thought we already looked here?” I heard Ross say, I smirked to myself.

“How would i know? It wasn’t there this morning stupid.” I heard Monica reply.

I could hear the murmurs of the others in the background, trying to think of how the credit card had ‘mysteriously appeared’. I thought that it was the perfect time to go and join them.

I opened the door, stepping out of my room making everybody stop what they were doing and turn to me.

“Oh hi honey! I’m so sorry for leaving you this morning, I had to be somewhere.” Mom told me, walking towards me and giving me a hug.

“Oh it’s no big deal mom. Hey everyone!” I said cheerfully, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

They all looked at me suspiciously for a couple of seconds before Monica spoke up.

“(Y/n), perfect timing! You wouldn’t happen to know why Ross’ credit card has all of a sudden showed up here would you? He hasn’t been able to find it all morning.” She asked me curiously.

Ross gave me a hard glare, attempting to intimidate me. It didn’t work, like always.

I gave a fake look of confusion.

“Aunt Mon, why would you even ask me? I was in my room the whole time! I didn’t get much sleep last night.” I lied.

Pheobe met my gaze, “ Then how come you went to bed early last night?” She asked me, trying to get answers.

“Oh I stayed up late looking through (Y/F/M), which was dumb, I know.” I said whilst giving her a small smile.

“Somehow that doesn’t seem convincing.” Chandler spoke up, Joey nodding in agreement.

I gave a fake look of sadness and looked up at my mom.

“Guys! Stop harassing my poor daughter. It’s quite obvious she doesn’t know.” Mom said, putting her hands on my shoulders. “Now if you excuse us, I need (Y/n) to help me with something.” She exclaimed, lightly tugging on my arm, leading me to our bedroom.

After we both walked in, mom closed the door behind her and turned around. Looking me in the eyes.

“You stole it.” She whispered automatically.

“Well, of course I did!” I whispered back. “I can’t just let Ross treat you like crap and let him get away with it.”

Mom smiled at me. “Honey, feel free to use Ross’ credit card whenever you want.” She told me. “Now... show me what you brought!” She whispered excitedly.

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It had been about 20 minutes, me and mom heard Ross leave to go to the store. I smirked evilly. Mom saw this.

“Let me guess, you used all the money on that particular card.” Mom guessed, laughing when I nodded.

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As soon as Ross walked through the door he yelled:

“(Y/N) (Y/M/N) GREEN! GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THAT ROOM THIS INSTANT.”

I winced, realising that I was in for a massive lecture. Me and mom both walked out the room only to see the one and only Ross Geller with a mad look on his face.

“My card just got declined at the store. So I went to the bank to sort it out and they gave me a list of everything that has been brought through MY credit card.”

He pulled a list out of his pocket and slammed it in front of me.

“Would you like to explain this!?” He asked me rudely.

I quickly scanned through the list, smirking since everything on it was stuff that I brought.

“You disrespected mom.” I told him calmly. “I don’t take things like that lightly.”

Everybody looked at Ross with a ‘are you serious’ face.

“You’re lucky I didn’t do this a long time ago. You were practically asking for it this time.”

Ross facepalmed, “Rachel, did you tell (y/n)!? You were the one who specifically started the argument and I-“

I spoke up “Hey guys! Ive got some of Ross’ spare change so who wants to go get coffee with it?”

Everyone nodded except for Ross, who was spluttering words of disbelief.

“(Y/N) I SWEAR TO GOD-“

Pheobe interrupted Ross. “As long as its coffee, i don’t care whose money it is. The money could belong to a dying pigeon and I’d still spend it on coffee.”

Everyone turned to look a her. Joey and Chandler squinting their eyes at her confused.

“Oh no! Did that sound bad? Gosh! I feel so guilty now.” She continued, actually sounding like she did something wrong.

Mom linked her arm with mine and we walked out of the apartment, everyone except for Ross following us.

As we walked out of the building i overheard Chandler and Monica speaking.

“You can tell that she was raised by Rachel.” Monica told Chandler, laughing.

“Oh yeah. It’s painfully creepy.” Chandler shuddered.

“Are you sure Rachel even adopted her? She looks and acts too much like Rachel, perhaps she actually gave birth to her but doesn’t want us knowing.” Joey joked, joining in on the conversation. Pheobe laughing and nodding in agreement.

Mom overheard this and i saw her eyes widen, looking like she was panicking.

I was adopted by Rachel when i was 6, so of course what Joey said is not true.

Right?

Part 2??

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aaliyah-babe · 3 years

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The One With George Stephanopolous: Part Two

parings: joey x reader

authors note: i own nothing from friends, all credit goes to their respective owners. feeback is always appreciated!

Feeback is the glue that holds my writing together!

you were all at monica’s apartment and making tiki death punch, when rachel walked in,

“hey rach! how was it with your friends?” monica asked, and then you her and phoebe screamed, but when rachel gave you a death stare you guys stopped,

“okay! how would you like some tiki death punch?”

“what’s that?” rachel asked,

“well, it’s rum and...” rachel cut monica off,

“okay!” she took the jug and a straw and began drinking it,

“we thought since y/n and pheobe were staying over we’d have kind of a slumber party,”

“we got some trashy magazines, we got cookie dough, we got twister..” you trailed off,

the phone began to ring so monica walked over to it,

“oh, oh, and i brought operation, but i lost the tweezers so we can’t operate. but we can prep the guy!” pheebs said excitedly,

“rach, it’s the visa card people,” monica said, holding the phone out to her,

“oh, god, ask them what they want,” she pushed the phone away,

“could you please tell me what this is in reference to?” monica waited for an answer, “yes, hold on.” she covered the phone speaker, “they say there’s been some unusual activity on your account,”

“but i haven’t used my card in weeks!”

“that is the unusual activity. look, they just want to know if your okay,”

“they want to know if i’m okay. okay, they want to know if i’m okay. okay, let’s see... let’s see, the fica guys took all my money. everyone i know is either getting married or getting pregnant or getting promoted and i’m getting coffee, and it’s not even for me! so if that sounds like i’m okay, okay then you can tell them i’m okay, okay?” rachel frantically said,

“uh, rachel has left the building. can you call back?” you assumed they said yes because monica hung up,

“come on, let’s play twister!” rachel reached down and grabbed the mat, throwing it on the ground, it looked like she was on the verge of tears so you hugged her and sat her down on the couch,

“you should feel great about yourself! i mean look rach you’re doing this amazing independent thing!” you said to her,

“y/n what is so amazing? i gave up like everything. and for what?” she asked you,

“you are just like jack!” pheobe said,

“jack from downstairs?”

“no, jack and the beanstalk,” pheobe answered, expecting us to know what jack she was talking about,

“ah, the other jack,” monica said sarcastically,

“yeah, right. see, he gave up something but then he got those magic beans and then he woke up, and there was this big plant outside of his window full of possibilities and stuff. and he lived in a village, you live in the village,”

“okay, but pheebs, pheebs, jack gave up a cow, i gave up an orthodontist. look, i know i didn’t love him.”

“oh you see, jack did love the cow,”

“but, see it was a plan. you know, it was clear, everything was figured out and now everything’s just like....” rachel struggled to find the right word,

“floopy?” pheobe asked,

“yeah...” rachel sighed,

“well, look, you’re not the only one. half the time we don’t know where we’re going,” you reassured her,

“you just got to figure at some point, it’s all going to come together and it’s just gonna be... un-floopy.” monica agreed with you,

“yeah like that’s a word,” pheobe said, which made you and monica give her a ‘you serious’ look.

“okay, but monica, what if it doesn’t come together?” rachel asked you,

monica thought about it for a second, “y/n?”

“well, you uh- you.. pheebs?” you turned to her,

“well, cause you just like... i don’t like this question,” she shook her head,

“okay, see, see you guys- what if we don’t get magic beans? what if all we get are beans?”

you all looked at eachother,

“oh,” you sighed, lying your head on rachel’s lap,

it was about half an hour later and you guys were bummed out. monica was on the couch eating cookie dough, you were lying on rachel, who was lying on the couch, and pheebs was lying on the ground with her hair over her face.

“oh... i’m so sorry, you guys. i didn’t mean to bring you down,” rachel apologised,

“no, you were right- i don’t have a plan,” monica sighed,

“me neither,” you sighed against rachel who looked at you apologetically.

there was a knock at the door and rachel got up to get it, you followed her, “pizza guy!”

you opened the door, “hi.”

“hi, one mushroom, green pepper and onion?” the boy asked, getting the whole order wrong,

“no,”

“no, no.. no, no that’s not what we ordered, we ordered a fat free crust, with extra cheese!” rachel said,

“wait youre not g. stephanopolous?” he asked and you and rachel shook your heads,

“oh, man! my dads gonna kill me!”

“wait! wait! did you say g. stephanopolous?” monica asked,

“yeah. this one goes across the street. i must’ve given him yours, oh! bonehead! bonehead!” he hit himself in the head twice.

“wait, was this a small mediterranean guy, with curiously intelligent good looks?” monica asked,

“yeah. that sounds about right,” the pizza guy answered,

“was he... was he wearing a stunning blue suit?”

“and a- a power tie?” pheobe asked,

“no. pretty much just a towel,”

“oh my god,” you sighed leaning on to monica who groaned,

“so you guys want me to take this back?” he asked, and monica pushed past you and rachel,

“what? are you nuts? we’ve got george stephanopolous’ pizza!” monica took it off him before handing it to pheobe and running to the window, you ran after her.

she grabbed binoculars and looked out her window,

“you see him?” you asked her,

she shook her head, “no, but i see pizza!” she yelled making the other two join you,

“oh i want to see, let me see! let me see!” pheobe rushed,

“hello? who are we spying on?” rachel asked while you and pheobe looked through the binoculars, monica answered,

“you know the white house advisor? clinton’s campaign guy with the great hair, sexy smile... really cute butt?”

“oh, him! the little guy? oh i love him!” she ran over and joined you three with pizza,

“uh, wait. wait, i see a woman,” pheobe sighed, you took the binoculars off her,

“please, tell me it’s his mother,” monica pleaded,

“oh, wow, yeah definitely not his mother,” you sighed,

“oh... no,”

you handed the binoculars back to pheobe, “wait, she’s walking across the floor. she’s walking... she’s walking... she’s going for the pizza,” pheobe pulled the binoculars down from her face before yelling, “hey that’s not for you, bitch!”

your eyes widened as pheobes hand rushed over her mouth, she was shocked at what she had just yelled, you, monica and rachel giggled,

you guys had ended up spying on him by sitting on the balcony, and monica came out with the punch,

“lights still out?” she asked,

“yeah,”

“well, maybe they’re napping,”

“please, they’re having sex,” rachel told her,

“shut up!” you, pheobe and monica yelled at her,

“so, what do you think george is.. like?”

“i think he’s shy,” monica said,

“yeah?” pheobe asked,

“yeah, i think you have to draw him out, and then... when you do, he’s a preppy animal,” you and the girls cheered at that,

you were talking about things that you had done to eachother in the past,

“oh okay, i got one,” monica turned to pheobe, “do you remember that vegetarian pate that i made that you loved so much?” pheobe nodded while you and rachel started cracking up, “well if goose is a vegetable,” monica laughed,

“oh! oh! okay, fine, fine, now i don’t feel so bad about sleeping with jason hurley,” pheobe admitted,

“what?! you slept with jason?” monica exclaimed,

“you’d already broken up,” pheobe argued,

“how long?” rachel asked,

“about an hour,”

“oh that’s nice!” monica exclaimed while you and rachel laughed,

“okay i got one,” you said, rachel leaned forward to listen and the pillow she was leaning on fell off the balcony, “the valentine that tommy rollerson left in your locker was really from me!” you admitted,

“excuse me?” she asked you,

“oh, hello? like he was really going to send you one. she was a big girl,” you said to pheobe,

“oh yeah, well at least big girls don’t pee in their pants in seventh grade,” you laughed at the memory of rachel,

“uh! i was laughing! you made me laugh!” rachel argued.

you, monica and rachel bickered for a little bit before pheobe yelled,

“there he is! there he is!”

“where?!” monica yelled,

“right, where we’ve been looking all night,”

“oh, he’s so cute,” rachel sighed,

“oh, i know,” you said,

“oh, george baby, drop the towel!” monica exclaimed,

“drop the towel, drop the towel,” all you girls started saying, then the towel dropped,

“wow,” you all said,

it was way later and the guys had come home a bit later than you all expected, and you guys had started playing twister, you were stood in front of joey with your feet on yellow and green,

“okay, monica,” ross spun the wheel, “right foot red,”

“we could’ve played monopoly, but no...” she moved her foot to red,

there was a knock at the door and chandler answered it, the man handed him the pillow from earlier and he walked back with it,

“y/n...” ross spun the wheel, “right hand blue,”

you bent down which meant your butt was right next to joey and you knew he was having a good time,

the phone rang and chandler answered it, “hello?.. oh, uh, rachel it’s the visa card people,” he said to her,

“oh okay, will you take my place?” she asked getting up,

“yeah, hello this is rachel,” he said into the phone before she took it off him and chandler joined them over at the game,

“joey, right hand yellow,” joey leant down past you and put his hand on the yellow,

“and chandler, right hand green.” chandler bent across as ross guided him, “to the green, to the green,”

chandler had slipped a little making you all yell and fall over, joey fell right into you,

“god, joey! get off!” you laughed pushing him off,

“woah!” he exclaimed as you pushed him,

“oh god my head, good going chandler,” monica said,

“yeah!” everybody agreed.

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season 1

Pilot: Part One // Part Two

The One With The Sonogram At The End: Part One // Part Two

The One With The Thumb: Part One // Part Two

The One With George Stephanopolous: Part One // Part Two // Part Three

The One With The East German Laundry Detergent: 18th of february, 2021

The One With The Butt: 23rd of february, 2021

The One With The Blackout: 28th of february, 2021

The One Where Nana Dies Twice: 5th of march, 2021

The One Where Underdog Gets Away: 10th of march, 2021

The One With The Monkey: 15th of march, 2021

The One With Mrs Bing: 20th of march, 2021

The One With The Dozen Lasagnas: 25th of march, 2021

The One With The Boobies: 30th of march, 2021

The One With The Candy Hearts: 4th of april, 2021

The One With The Stoned Guy: 9th of april, 2021

The One With Two Parts, Part 1: 14th of april, 2021

The One With Two Parts, part 2: 19th of april, 2021

The One With All The Poker: 24th of april, 2021

The One Where The Monkey Gets Away: 29th of april, 2021

The One With The Evil Orthodontist: 4th of may, 2021

The One With Fake Monica: 9th of may, 2021

The One With The Ick Factor: 14th of may, 2021

The One With The Birth: 19th of may, 2021

The One Where Rachel Finds Out: 24th of may, 2021

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Pilot: Part Two

Pairings: eventual Joey x reader

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PART ONE here

the next morning, you were up bright and early, ready for a long day of work, but you loved your job, you worked at victoria’s secret. you weren’t a model or anything you were just a sales person, you didn’t make thousands, but it was enough to get by.

you took a shower and got dressed, after doing your regular day things you headed to monica’s apartment, as you knew that would be where everyone was.

you were about to open the door when monica and paul walked out, “oh, morning you two!” you sent monica a smirk and she glared before letting you in,

“morning all!” you smiled at the fact they had pushed monica’s table closer to the door, to hear.

“i had a really great time last night,” you heard monica say, as you sat down at the table next to chandler and opposite joey.

you saw them kiss and then monica walked in and closed the door, smiling,

“that wasn’t a real date,” joey started, smiling, “what the hell do you do on a real date?” he asked her, laughing.

“shut up and put my table back,” monica said to him, walking to the kitchen,

“all right kids, i gotta get to work. if i don’t input those numbers.... it doesn’t make much of a difference,” chandler said, making rachel stare at them all,

“so, like, you guys all have jobs?” she asked them and monica turned around,

“yeah we all have jobs,” monica smiled sweetly at her,

“that’s kind of how we, buy stuff,” you added onto monica’s sentance,

“yeah. i’m an actor,” joey told her and she perked up,

“wow, would i have seen you in anything?” she asked him,

“oh, i doubt it. mostly regional work,” he told her and both you and chandler scoffed.

“oh wait. unless you happened to catch the wee ones production of pinocchio,” monica told her, sitting down,

“‘look, gepetto, i’m a real live boy,” chandler quoted, and joey got up,

“i will not take this abuse,” he sighed,

“you’re right, i’m sorry,” chandler started, going for the door, “‘once i was a wooden boy, a little wooden boy!’” he sang, running out of the door, joey sighed then followed him,

“i better go too, gracie wants me in early because her “number one” client, jamie is coming in for his girlfriend,” you said to the ladies, standing up from your seat,

“wait, y/n, what do you do?” rachel asked you,

“i work at victoria’s secret,” you smiled at her and she smirked,

“yeah, she does!” monica laughed,

“oh, monica would you grow up? i’m not a model or anything i just work in the store, and sometimes i actually get to pick out some of the outfits that could potentially be on the runway,” you smiled and left the building, seeing joey and chandler walk down the stairs you ran to catch up to them, “guys! wait up!”

you all walked downstairs, talking about work when you got outside, and called yourself a cab,

“see you later, guys,” you smiled at them and left to go to work,

once you got there, gracie greeted you with a smile,

“y/n! good to see you! shall we begin?” you nodded at her and she continued, “okay, so, jamie is going to be in soon and he said he wasnt sure what to get her so i know you can help with that, and he said you two have the same body types so that’ll make it even better!” you nodded before going to restock some of the things while you waited.

about a half an hour later you felt a tap on your back, you turned around to see a tall, very good looking man standing over you,

“are you y/n?” he asked you, you nodded and smiled,

“yes, you must be jamie?” you shook his hand that he held out for you as he spoke,

“yes, i’m uh, here for my girlfriend,” he reminded you that he had a girlfriend so you backed off,

“yes okay, is it a special occasion or just a night in or, well you know,” you smiled up at him and he nodded,

“last one,” he laughed and you smiled, he had the nicest laugh.

“okay well, any specific things she likes, color or material wise?” you asked him, and he shook his head,

“uh no, i believe the only thing she told me was, i need some lingerie for tonight, so unless you can figure out the stuff from that i have no idea,” he laughed which made you chuckle,

“um, okay i’m sure we can find something for her, follow me please,” you said to him and he followed you,

after a long time of talking and looking at stuff you finally finished your shift for the day and headed home,

“bye, gracie!” you called out to her,

“bye, y/n! see you tomorrow,” she called back.

you caught a cab and they drove you back to the apartment complex, you headed straight to your apartment to change before joining the rest of them at central perk. monica was explaining what paul had said to her and then what a girl at work had said to her,

“of course it was a line!” joey exclaimed,

“why? why would anybody do something like that?” monica frantically asked,

“i assume we’re looking for an answer more sophisticated than, to get you into bed,” ross answered her question.

“is it me?” she asked them, “is it like i have some sort of beacon that only dogs and men with severe emotional problems can hear?” she asked them.

“alright, come here. give me your feet,” pheobe said, monica sat down and pheobe started massaging monica’s feet.

“i just, thought he was nice, you know?” monica said to them, and you sighed, putting an arm around her,

“i’m sorry, mon’,” you said to her and she leaned into you, it was silent for a while before joey spoke up,

“i cant believe you didn’t know it was a line!” he laughed before you shoved him off the couch.

“guess what?!” rachel yelled, running into the coffee house, making everyone look at her,

“you got a job?” ross asked her,

“are you kidding? i’m trained for nothing!” she said weirdly excited, “i was laughed out of twelve interviews,” she said still happily.

“and yet you’re surprisingly upbeat,” chandler pointed out,

“you would be too, if you found joan and david boots on sale, 50% off,” she said, passing monica the box of the boots.

“oh, how well you know me,” chandler sarcastically said.

“theyre my new, i-don’t-need-a-job, i-don’t-need-my-parents, i’ve-got-great-boots boots!” she exclaimed,

“uh, rach?” you asked her and she nodded looking at you, “how’d you pay for them?”

“a credit card,” she answered you,

“and who pays for that?” monica asked her,

“uh.. my father,” she mumbled walking to the counter, but everybody heard,

“i’ve got an idea,” you said to them before explaining your idea and walking with them all back to the apartment,

“come on! you can’t live off your parents your whole life,” monica told rachel,

“i know that. that’s why i was getting married!,” she explained to her.

“give her a break, it’s hard being on your own for the first time.” pheobe siad to monica, and rachel calmed down, looking at pheobe,

“thank you,” she thanked her.

“you’re welcome, i remember when i first came to this city, i was 14, my mom had just killed herself and my stepdad was back in prison. and i got here and i didn’t know anybody, and i ended up living with this albino guy, who was cleaning windshields outside port authority, and then he killer himself! and then i found aroma therapy, so believe me i know exactly how you feel,” pheobe explained, rubbing rachel’s back.

everybody was silent and staring at her as she got up,

“the world you’re looking for is... anyway,” ross said, sitting in her seat.

“all right. you ready?” you asked her, holding up the scissors and she looked at you,

“i don’t think so.” she sighed,

“oh come on! cut! cut! cut!” ross started chanting and everyone joined in,

“cut! cut! cut! cut! cut!” everyone yelled.

she grabbed the scissors as ross held out the credit cards and she cut them one by one, after she was finished everybody cheered,

“well done rachel!” you exclaimed, hugging her.

“welcome to the real world! it sucks. you’re gonna love it,” monica told her.

it was later in the night and you were chilling with chandler and joey, in their apartment,

“i’m serious! i don’t help the women change, i hand them the clothes and they change, if they like it they tell me, you idiot!” you exclaimed at joey,

“oh come on, y/n. you’re telling me that you’ve never looked,” he pressed,

“nope, i’ve never looked,” you said to him, grabbing your coat.

“well kid’s i’m gonna go home, i need sleep,” you said walking to the door,

“bye,” chandler waved,

“later,” joey said, and you went to your apartment and crashed there for the night.

the next morning you were all hanging out at the coffee house like usual,

“i can’t believe what i’m hearing here,” joey sighed,

“i can’t believe what i’m hearing here,” pheobe repeated joey but sang it instead,

“what? i said you had-” monica was cut off by pheobes singing,

“what i said you had,” she sang,

“would you stop?” monica asked her,

“was i doing it again?” she asked them,

“yes!” everyone yelled at her.

“would anybody like more coffee?” rachel said, walking up with an apron on and coffee in her hand.

“did you make it or are you just serving it?” chandler asked her,

“i’m just serving it,” she said to him,

everyone raised there mug up to her

“yeah i’ll have some!”

“yeah,”

“me please,”

“kids, new dream,” chandler started, “i’m in las vegas. i’m liza minnelli,” he starts and the guys start nodding at him.

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