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[unknownbl0ggerr]

His shirt

Chandler Bing x Fem! Reader

The group catches y/n wearing Chandlers shirt, y/n and chandler arent out as a couple yet. (Kinda based off of the “rach can i borrow your eyelash curler i think i lost mine”)

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“Hey Chandler, wheres that white shirt you always wear? I thought you were gonna wear it when we all go to my show.” Joey asked and the rest of the group turned to look at Chandler. Chandler didnt answer for a second, “uh in the washer! I need to run a load soon.” He stuttered through the sentence. Joey thought nothing of it and neither did the others. “Alright well lets go see if y/n is up yet, she needs to get ready too.” Ross said opening the door as everyone walked across the hall to the apartment.

“Y/n! You up yet?” Joey called out. She walked out of her room not paying any attention to what was going on, “give me five minutes to get dressed and i’ll be ready.” Some of the others gasped and Joey just nodded before looking at the others, “what?”

Joey looked back at y/n and eventually noticed her shirt, then gasped as well. Y/n looked confused then looked at the shirt she was wearing, Chandlers shirt. Her eyes widened and she looked up at Chandler who’s eyes were also widened. “In the washer huh Chandler?” Ross asked as the group looked at him. Chandler gave a sarcastic smile before speed walking over to y/n and practically dragging her back to her room.

“Well 1. I definitely need to see you wearing my clothes more often because.. wow.” Chandler started gesturing to her making her smile and blush, “and 2. I guess its time to tell them huh?” Y/n laughed and nodded, “i guess so. I’ll get dressed and then we’ll talk to them okay?” Chandler nodded and sat on her bed as she went and got dressed.

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After she got dressed she walked out of her closet putting on her earrings, “okay ready?” She reached for the door but got pulled back, “one more thing.” Chandler smiled and pulled her to him, he cupped her face with one hand and kissed her. Once they pulled away she wiped the lipstick off his lips but kissed him on the cheek leaving a mark. “Now im ready.” He said smiling wide. She smiled back and nodded as she opened the door.

They were all in the same spot and immediately turned to the door. There was a minute of silence before everyone started talking, many “i knew it!” And “i called it!” And “you owe me that 20 bucks!” Were thrown around and Chandler wrapped an arm around your waist, “as much fun it was being a secret im definitely going to love this even more.” Chandler whispered quietly in her ear. She smiled and looked up at him as the others still argued with each other about their bets, “me too.”

Small one tonight as i finish the other one im working on. i had a dream about this last night actually about chandler and thought it wouldve been a cute prompt so i hope you all think so. Also I might start writing for Joey as well but we’ll see!

[bellarkeselection]

You're Good Together, Man

Anonymous request - Joey's friend comes to town, and everyone's shocked that Joey doesn't like her in a more than friend way. When Chandler gets nervous during a conversation and leaves upset, the reader follows him to see what's wrong.

Tags @lover-of-books-and-tea @rosie-posie08

Walking up the stairs in the building I finally found the right apartment door knocking three times on the door until it opened, revealing Joey, my best friend. "Hey Joe, I finally made it."

"Hey y/n. I can’t believe you could come this weekend. Oh you've got to meet my friends across the hall." He told me closing the apartment door behind him.

Nodding my head, yes I followed him across the hallway. We entered the apartment seeing a few different people all hanging out on the couch. There was a blonde girl, another with black straight hair and finally a third girl with light brown hair. I saw there was one guy that was wearing a bright blue shirt but had similar hair to one of the girls meaning they were siblings. “Hey guys this is my friend Y/n from school.”

“Hey everybody.” I raised my hand with a smile.

The girl with dark black hair came over to me. “I’m Monica, so how do you two know each other?”

“We met when he was first looking for acting jobs. My father was holding auditions when we met. And this guy knows how to have fun watching movies and ordering pizza.” I shrugged my shoulders nudging Joey.

The girl with light brown hair came up and hugged me. “I’m Rachel. So Joey, have you two ever dated or anything?”

“Me and Y/n.” Joey started laughing.

Covering my mouth I couldn’t help but laugh along with him. Joey and I had never considered being in a relationship together. Hitting my hands on my knees I was still laughing. “We would never work out. He’s like a brother to me. Always has been always will be.”

“Yeah. How you doin’ don’t work on her.” Joey replied with a cheeky smile.

The guy that was wearing a blue sweatshirt and sat on the couch spun around joking. “Was it because of your snoring or was it because you're crazy enough to not go out with your friend.”

“I’m not afraid of asking her out.” He replied to the other guy.

Clasping my hand together I sit down at the table. The last guy that looked like Monica came over to me suggesting a nice offer. “Hi I’m Ross, Monica’s brother. Well how about I take you out to dinner while Joey is at his audition.”

“No! You’re with Rachel or whatever is going on between you two.” Joey pointed his finger.

Ross throws his hands away from his side. “What’s wrong with me taking her to dinner.”

“Because you are with Rachel.” He said.

Rachel made a face. “Joey, we’re not together now. I broke up with him a few weeks ago.”

“But then you 're telling us how much you missed him after a few glasses of wine.” The blonde named Phoebe teased her.

Rachel started getting nervous and I could tell there was something going on between them. Joey had told me that he had two friends who had an on and off again thing. “Guys, I don’t like Ross anymore.”

“Sure that’s what they all said before you wake up in the middle of the night and scream oh my gosh I love Ross.”

Ross rolled his eyes. “Not helping Chandelier.”

“Oh sorry I was talking about pizza.” Chandler chuckled at him.

I smiled, shifting my gaze over to the Chandler guy. It had been a while since I had been on a date. Since my father was an actor most of the guys that seemed interested in me were ones who wanted a part in his shows or movies. If they didn’t get the part then I wouldn’t see them again. “Chandler, do you have a girlfriend?”

“Uh no I prefer being alone and horny.” He answered my question by rubbing the back of his neck. “Are you seeing anybody or just pining over Joey?”

Joey throws his hands up. “Stop hitting on her.”

“You’re just denying your feelings for her.” Phoebe smiled.

Joey stomped around the apartment pointing fingers at his two guy friend’s being all dramatic over their teasing on whether or not we had feelings for one another. “There’s nothing going on. You aren’t dating her and you aren’t dating her.”

Chandler got up from the couch walking up to him. “Wait why me. I get Ross but me. Am I so crazy that no girl would go out with me?”

“You and Ross repel women all the time.” My best friend explained before I watched Chandler move past him and shut the door quickly behind himself. Watching the door for a second I don’t know what came over me but I get up to my feet slipping through the door and across the hallway.

Shutting the door quietly I noticed that Chandler was laying on the couch and there was half of a pizza missing from a box on the floor. “Hey, are you open to sharing some of that pizza with me?”

“Actually Joe, I want this pizza for the rest of my life.” He sat up hearing me laugh at his comment. “Y/n, oh sorry sure.”

Kicking my shoes off at the door I went over to him I plopped down on the couch beside him. We ate pizza in silence until I remembered what he had said earlier. “So is this how you get all the girls to your apartment huh. Mistake them for your best friend and then apologize with pizza?”

“Actually, no. I have decided that I would rather die alone.” He replies to me.

Shaking my head I nervously smiled. “You joke a lot.”

“Yeah sorry I started using jokes as a safety measure after my parents got divorced. It works on the ladies at first but here I am sitting with you shoving my face with pizza.”

“Oh you mean like this?” I throw pepperoni at his face.

He shakes his head smiling and throwing some at me. I leaned forward trying to grab a full on slice and throw it across his face. But I fell off the couch when he tried to catch me and we tumbled to the ground together. “Oh geez Y/n.”

“Awe sorry for the mess.” I apologize seeing that we were both covered in red pizza sauce and cheese now laying on the floor with him on top of me. “Crap it’s late and I have to take two different trains to get home.”

Chandler focused his attention onto mine and he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to date you. You had a fun side that was easy to get along with. You didn’t find his nervous joke gag weird. “You could stay here tonight if you want.”

“I wouldn’t want to intrude. This is your apartment.” I sat up where he offered me his hands helping me to my feet.

He laid down on the couch with open arms telling me to lay down with him. “I live with Joey. Trust me your company would be less crazy. I’ll even stay up with ya till you fall asleep.” I nodded laying down with him on the couch curling up on his chest. He wrapped his arms around my waist so I wouldn’t fall on the floor and we remained that way until we fell asleep together.

A few hours later the apartment door opened again and Chandler lifted his head up quickly waking up seeing Joey was back. He panicked feeling Y/n fully asleep on his chest so he couldn’t run away like he wanted. “Joe, it’s not what it looks like. I’m not messing around with her I swear.”

“Shhh you’ll wake her up.” Joey raised a hand to his mouth.

Chandler eyed his roommate confused. “Aren’t you mad after you said we couldn’t date her?”

“Nah man. She has been through some bad relationships in the past that’s why I said no to Ross.” Joey smiled reassuringly seeing a smile on your face when she snuggled up against Chandler more. “You two would be good together.”

Chandler went to move his arm shocked that he said the words. In such a short time he had found himself wanting to spend more time with his friend. “You’re not gonna be mad if I ask her out?”

“Ask away brother. Don’t wake her up now..” Joey crossed the room pausing outside his room before leaving the pair alone. That next morning you were more than happy to say yes to a date with Chandler.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Nothing But A Dream (Chandler Bing x reader)

Kinkmas Day 3: wet dream + begging

A/N: day 3! This was such a pleasure for me to write, bottom Chandler means the world to me

Warnings: SMUT, gender neutral reader, top reader, bottom Chandler

As Chandler tossed and turned in his bed, desperate for a good night's sleep, he dreamt of you.

You were riding him, your hand gently pressed against his throat. Your mouth whispered the dirtiest things in his ear between the kisses you were pressing to his jaw.

"Do you like that, baby? Do you like it when I ride you? Hm?"

He looked up at you through hooded lashes, so drunk on all the attention you were giving him he couldn't even form a proper sentence in response.

"Aw, you're so cute."

In the back of his mind he knew it wasn't real; it couldn't be. There's no way someone as breathtaking and extraordinary as you would ever see him as anything more than just a friend.

But something about the dream felt so real, almost as if you really were on top of him, dragging your hands up and down his chest while you commented on how pretty he was.

Part of his mind was screaming at him for his perverted thoughts (how could he be having a sex dream about one of his best friends and not feel guilty?) while another part was telling him that he should calm down and just enjoy it while it lasts.

After all, there's no possible way for them to find out unless he explicitly tells them, and it's not like that'll ever happen, so what's the harm?

Chandler gave in to his taboo desires, cupping your face with his hands so he could pull you down for a gentle yet passionate kiss.

"Please," he said after the two of you broke apart, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Please what, sweetheart? I'm gonna need you to be a bit more specific than that," you replied, smirking at the way he whined at you.

"Please, please, let me cum," he begged, his hands now at his side, tightly gripping the bedsheets.

"Hmm." You pretended to think about it as you sat back on his cock. "No, I don't think so."

He whined. "But why not?"

"Because only good boys get to cum, and I don't think you've been a good boy, now have you?"

"I have, I promise I have!" He said, trying to convince you, but he could tell by the look in your eyes that it wasn't working. 

"Have you, though? I mean, you're literally fantasizing about having sex with me right now. I'd say that qualifies as a bad boy, wouldn't you?"

"No, I- it was an accident, I promise! It'll never happen again!"

By this point he was close to tears. You hadn't stopped moving completely, but it wasn't fast enough to properly satisfy him, and he was getting impatient.

You let out a chuckle. "Okay, as long as you promise."

You began to move quicker, and he threw his head back against the pillows as he let out a moan so loud he was certain it would have woken up the entire apartment building had it been happening in real life.

Leaning closer to him, you kissed his neck before saying one final command.

"Cum for me, baby."

Chandler jolted awake, his boxers feeling damp and sticky. He sighed as he rolled over and tried to fall back asleep. Maybe one day his dreams would become a reality.

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[hayleythesugarbowl]

joey tribbiani x reader headcanons

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist • f•r•i•e•n•d•s masterlist ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

a/n: hope you guys enjoy this, i had a lot of fun writing it and i love joey so much <3💌🍒

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dating joey would include…

ok so he met you at central perk

you were another victim of “how you doin?” obviously 

he finally introduced you to the group after you’d been dating a little while

they all thought you were just another one of his two-week relationships

but he’s been dating you for months now and they all got to know you really well

he calls you “the one”

insists on buying you a drink every time you go to the coffee shop 

(even if he has to borrow money from chandler to do so)

you and the girls become besties of course

rachel loves going shopping with you 

and monica cooks for you

phoebe gives you free massages 

and chandler loves you too 

like sometimes you’ll wake up before joey when you’re staying at their apartment and you and chandler will just talk

he caught you guys once though and he still hasn’t let you live it down

ross let’s you hold ben 

you and joey have movie marathons and during scary movies he insists on holding you close “in case you get scared”

but really it’s cause he’s terrified

he would actually do anything for you 

when you guys go out to dinner he even lets you share his desert 

loves it when you run your fingers through his hair 

he once tried to cook you your favorite food for your birthday and almost burned his apartment down

you help him read lines all the time to practice for upcoming auditions

and he always picks ones with romantic scenes just for an excuse to kiss you 

he is so gentle it’s adorable 

you guys cuddle all the time

calls you baby occasionally 

he’s a flirt

but he also gets super jealous and protective of you if someone hits on you

he always makes you smile when you’re having a bad day

he loves you so much and you guys are just so happy together <3

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope all my friends fans enjoyed this!! i love joey so much so i had to write these little headcanons. definitely thinking about doing this for other friends characters. hope you enjoyed ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚🩰🪩

[just1riqht]

I’m still in denial that Matthew Perry died

[mystcldydrms]

I just wanted to apologize for not writing in a while. I really really want to write something, and sometimes I get an idea, but I can't seem to write it down. It's in my head, but I just can't turn it into words.

I just wanted to let you know again, that my requests are open, especially for some warm cosy autumny fics. you can send any requests in though. you can send in requests for fics, blurbs, headcanons or moodboards. I'm open to anything.

If you'd like to read some of my previous works, here's my masterlist.

[tmlwattpad19]

Christmas Blues - (Phoebe Buffay x Fem!Reader)

"Merry Christmas!" Monica almost screams at the top of her lungs as she walks out of her room. If her excitement was a person, we'd all go stir-crazy. Although, I do admire her joy. I really do. It's not every day someone can actually be so happy about only one day of the year, but her joy makes me smile. I can't help it, though.

And having all my friends here together is maybe the happiest thing a person can wish for. As Rachel, Ross, Phoebe, Joey, Chandler, and Monica were finishing up tree decorating for final touches, I sat at the kitchen table, drinking a very fine wine Monica brought from her job.

"Are you okay?" I hear Phoebe ask. I turn around, and she's right behind me, her arms crossed, waiting for an honest answer. All I can do is sigh before replying. "Yeah, I'm fine."

She sits down before continuing. "You can't lie to me. It's like my superpower. So what's really wrong?"

"It's just," I start. "I wish my folks could've come. I really wanted you all to meet them, and then hearing my own parents tell me they don't want to see me because I don't 'meet their standards'." I sigh. "It's just horrible."

Phoebe gets up from her chair and comes to me, rubbing circles on my back. "I'm sorry honey. I really am. But just look at this. We are the closest thing to family anyone or anything could ever compare to. Believe me, they made the biggest mistake bashing you just for a certain way of living. So you like girls. I like girls too!" She pulls me into a hug. "Don't ever be ashamed of yourself because your parents don't understand who you are. It's not their life. It's yours, and if they don't show you the respect you deserve, then screw them. I'm here. We're all here for you."

After letting go, she pecks my cheek with a kiss. Then, after a moment of staring into each other's eyes, she leans in and kisses me. It's short, yet passionate in every sense of the word. In that one kiss, I found the safe place I was meant to look for my entire life. The separation is what kills me though.

My heart racing, I try to process what just happened.

"Merry Christmas, Y/N," she says, a comforting smile plastered on her face.

"Merry Christmas indeed."

[strangercarla]

Friends Masterlist

Pheobe

Rachel

Monica

Ross

Joey

Chandler

Mike

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

god i love my friends. shout out to people who love their friends. this is a post for friend lovers

[vizzzashley]

Goodbye, my beloved 'friends'.

"Why can't you stop being annoying and just agree? ", snapped Rose. It's always like that, everybody taking me for granted and not giving a fuck. And sometimes it just hurts so bad. I want to scream and fight but I am too much of a people pleaser to do that. Too scared. Too afraid that I will ruin everything.

"I just don't want to go" I said calmly and continued to write my assignments. We were at Rose's place and I didn't want to cause a scene. And what good will it be anyway. It's not like they care if I am upset.

Rose slammed her books shut which made Lea flinch and look at her, while I avoided even looking up, my hair falling like curtain around my face, biting my lip I anticipated what she had to say next. Bet it would be something that will hurt me.

"Can you stop being selfish? We always adjust. And here you are, don't even have a pathetic excuse. You are just hurting us right now. Can't you see it?" Rose yelled out at me. I still didn't want to meet their eyes. I didn't want them to look into my eyes and think I am acting like I am the victim by showing how hurt I am.

"Rose, calm down. There's no reason to yell" Said Lea gently to Rose. Rose just huffed and pushed the books away from her in anger. Lea turned to me, placing her hand on top of mine, with which I was writing, ultimately stopping me from continue my writing.

"Why don't you want to come? Because it's last minute? Come on we all know your mom's chill. She won't even be mad. It will be fun. We will eat your favorite food. Come on" Lea tried to convince me.

But it wasn't my mom, it wasn't because it was last minute, it's not anything, if anything it's........... it's me. I am the problem. I am maybe too selfish, or maybe not. I don't even know anymore. I just want to go home now. I want to lock myself in my room. I want to get out of here.

"Mom said to be home in an hour, I need to go" I said making up some flimsy excuse that wasn't even believable to my own fucking ears. I started shoving my things inside my bag hurriedly. My words just seemed to anger Rose as she shouted, "What the fuck?"

My heart leaving me for a second then all of a sudden started beating at the speed of light. Somehow, Rose's mother who was in the kitchen heard this and decided to check on us, knocking then poking her head. "You girls good? "

" Yeah, aunty we were just having a disagreement about an idea for the project" Explained Lea. Rose's mom just nodded and advised us to not fight over small things and left to do whatever she was doing. All the while Rose was just glaring daggers at me, if looks had the power to kill, I would be six feet under, I swear.

Lea sighed and looked at us both and finally her gaze settled on me, " Why can't you just come? If you would just say yes then we wouldn't even have to argue like this " And somehow, I felt my heart sink deeper. Was it my fault? Wasn't it always, though. But, why is it my fault? Why everything is always my fault? Why does everyone make me feel so useless? So guilty? Am I that bad?

"I-I can't" I tried to stop the crack in my voice but I couldn't. Great, now I can't even fucking control my emotions. "Are you crying? " Rose asked, but more like demanded an answer from me than asking. When I didn't respond, she grabbed my chin and made me look at her, the first eye contact I made since I entered her home. " Now, why the fuck are you crying! "Lea asked her tone told me she was done with this. She's tired of me. She thought the same as Rose. She thinks the 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦.

"Now, she's playing the victim. What a drama queen!!" Rose scoffed and even though it's something I saw coming, I couldn't help but break more. Lea just shook her head. They were close for sure. Closer than I was to any one of them. Because there's always a duo in a trio. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙.

"I am sorry" I stood up and tried to move towards the door but Lea was quick and blocked me. " You are not going till you tell me why you are acting like a fucking dr-" She cut herself off, knowing that would just make things worse. She sighed and apologised but still didn't move.

"I don't think you want to know how I exactly feel" I told her quietly staring at her green eyes. We met because of her eyes. I thought they were beautiful. But maybe she was not as beautiful as she looks. Am I being too much?

"You don't even care, then why bother? " I told her with a deadpanned voice and expression which of course neither of them were expecting. Lea took a step back and Rose moved to stand beside Lea with her hands on her hips, clearly angry about the situation.

"Care to explain? " Said Lea, with furrowed eyebrows and confusion written on her face. I scoffed, I was done with this shit. "You guys are just my friends out of pity" I stated while looking at Rose, she was clearly startled. "Wha-" Rose began but I cut her off. " No listen , you wanted to know now listen"

I took a deep breath in and then started. "You two never liked me, you were my friends because you felt pity. Pity that I was a loner which I didn't mind honestly. It was better than feeling left out after I thought that I finally had friends. Then you met my mom who expressed how 'miserable' I was because I was always home after school. You guys are- sorry were my friends because you wanted the benefit it came with not because you liked me. It gave you guys a good name that you befriended a loner. I heard you guys talking with your 'popular' friends. You guys always have something going on and I am just there. Just there till you finally get tired and get rid of me then victimize yourself after."

I didn't bother to look at them and made my way towards the door. My hand touched the door knob to open it but before I opened it, I turned towards my friends to see them watching me with a expression that says 'caught in 4k' and told them " Thank you so much for making my simple life miserable and complicated".

I know by tomorrow, that somehow I would be the villain. That I would be the bad guy. Heck, even my mom might scold me for ruining the beautiful 'friendship'.

There are so many things that they did me wrong but I can't tell them all of it without breaking down. I might never be able to tell anyone the humiliation and embarrassment they made me feel. I might never be able to tell anyone of the things I had to go through. I might never be able experience normal friendship because of them. But for now I just need to leave them behind for good. I don't need them. Even if I graduate high school with no friends, it's okay. I don't need them, anyways. I wiped the tears that were falling as I walked out Rose's home. Goodbye, my beloved '𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨'.

[malinaa]

if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing

[unknownbl0ggerr]

Someone kiss me!

Chandler Bing x Fem! Reader

The New Years pact doesn’t go as planned

rest in peace Matthew Perry 💕🕊️

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The New Years party wasn’t going exactly as everyone planned, everyone had brought dates completely ignoring the pact the group had made but something went wrong with their dates. You were the only one who didn’t actually have a date to bring and actually laughed at everyone when their date went wrong.

You didnt want to bring anyone, not like you had anyone to bring but even if you did you wouldnt. You were barely a party goer anyway so you weren’t expecting anything interesting. You were hoping Chandler would’ve showed up alone to give yourself at least a bit of distraction but no. He brought Janice, his horrible ex girlfriend.

You sat in the middle of Joey and Ross on the couch with Marcel on your lap. “I dont get why you just ask him y/n. It’s new years, you need someone to kiss, he needs someone to kiss, perfect match!” Joey said. Ross nodded watching Marcel jump off my lap and walk around to the other guests, “i agree.”

You shook your head, “he’s my best friend guys it would be weird, theres no way he’d want to do it anyway.” The boys rolled their eyes but you didnt notice, you had gotten up to get another drink, “she has no idea.” Joey whispers to Ross. “Clearly.” Ross whispers back leaning against the back of the couch.

Chandler was talking to some girl about something she clearly wasn’t interested in but you couldn’t hear what it was. You poured yourself a drink and heard Chandler practically yell, “please kiss me at midnight!” You turned around and looked at an annoyed, desperate chandler starting to follow the girl before giving up.

Chandler shook his head then looked up and saw you, anyone else watching him would’ve seen his eyes light up but you didn’t notice. “No luck?” You ask taking a sip of your drink. Chandler laughed, “no she actually said yes.” You laughed softly at his sarcasm, that was one of your favorite things about him.

“Oh guys we only have 2 minutes! Change the channel!” Phoebe yelled to Joey and Ross who both scrambled to get the remote. Eventually the group slowly started migrating to you and chandler. Dick Clark announced that the ball was dropping and Chandler turned towards you and the group, “and the moment of joy is upon us!” “I guess that no date thing worked out.” Joey mumbled. “Everybody looks so happy, i hate that!” Phoebe complained and you nodded agreeing with her. “Not everybody’s happy.” Monica said, “hey bobby!” We all looked at her ex who started sobbing and gesturing her away.

They all started ranting about the kiss and no one seemed to be agreeing but somehow the only thing on your mind was Chandler. “Alright somebody kiss me.” Chandler complained. Everyone started trying to get him to shush but he didn’t, he jumped up and down, “somebody kiss me it’s midnight!” You felt a nudge on your arm and looked over, Joey was gently pushing you towards him and Ross was nodding at you.

“Alright, alright, alright.” You said grabbing his face with your hand and pulling him in, kissing him. Your friends cheered and you expected Chandler to pull away but you felt his hand on your lower back and his other on your waist as he kissed you back.

“Okay, okay enough!” Joey complained and we pulled away, i turned slightly to look at Joey, “congratulations you actually got a kiss at midnight.” He said rolling his eyes, “oh and i thought i was the sarcastic one.” Chandler joked and Joey slapped his shoulder. Chandler laughed and so did the others. “So much for the pact huh?” Ross joked.

Chandlers hand was still on your lower back and it stayed like that the rest of the night, but you weren’t complaining about it.

A/n: thinking of making a part two to this. Let me know 🙈💕

[bellarkeselection]

Awkwardness Aside I Care About You

Request from @loxleys-blog I’m thinking about either being joey’s sister or a relative one of the other friends and growing up and falling for chandler and chandler not realising me until I moved down the hall/in with monica.

Entering Monica’s apartment I flopped down on the long couch throwing my hair across it. I had been tired from work all day trying to come up with a new book idea. I had dropped out of college to become an author while my sisters Phoebe and Ursula decided to find work with only a high school degree. The apartment door opened and closed. “Did Monica band you from the couch so now you’re letting nobody else use it?”

“No Chandler. It’s just my job…it’s been stressful these past few weeks.” Covering my face with my hands I huffed under my breath.

Chandler rounds the couch sitting down when I rolled over making room for him. “Stressful how?”

“I have been wracking my brain about what my next book should be but I’ve got nothing. It’s like I am stuck in this place where I have no inspiration even though I love writing.” I sat upright against the back of the couch with my hands in my lap.

He sent me a smile draping his arm over the couch. “Well then I could help you with getting inspiration.”

“Oh really how so?” I chuckled, curious to see what he had in mind.

Chandler got to his feet standing in front of me climbing up on the table in the center of the apartment. “Picture these two guys watching tv until ... .a dinosaur breaks into the apartment. He tears through the tv and the guys try to fight him off like ah!”

“Chandler!” I gasped when he did a high kick in the air falling off the table and knocked all the stuff off the table.

The apartment door opened and Monica gasped rushing over to him. “What is wrong with you? I just got all the magazines organized.”

“Sorry Monica. I was trying to give Y/n ideas and then fell.” He admitted getting to his feet flopping down by my side.

The door swung opened revealing Rachel and Phoebe who were both excited about something. Turning around on the couch I laid my arms across the couch tilting my head. “Hey guys, what’s going on?”

“I need to go out for drinks tonight.” Rachel huffed sitting down at the kitchen table.

Nodding my head that was that conversation. The four of us girls ended up going out of the apartment building and to the bar where they sold some not so expensive wine. Taking a long drink Phebe started up a conversation I wish she hadn't. “So I know that Rachel doesn't want to talk about her love life but do you have anyone in mind?”

“Oh I don’t think so.” I shake my head no.

Monica had finished half her drink. “You're avoiding the question why?”

“I am not!” I snapped avoiding their gazes on purpose this time.

Rachel tilted her head figuring it out before they did. “I get it now. You do like somebody you just won't fess up to it. Is it somebody we know?”

“Maybe.”

“Does he live in our building?” She pressed on.

I grabbed the bottle of wine and started to finish the rest off by myself until Phoebe took it from my hands. “Phoebe! Okay fine, yes I like somebody but it would totally ruin our friendship if he ever found out.”

“Is it Joey?’ Monica leaned forward with curiosity.

Rachel and Phoebe stared at me when I shook my head no in response. I swore that my blonde friend was about to jump over the table and tackle me in a huge hug over this. “Oh my gosh it's Chandler. It has to be Chandler!”

“Okay, okay. Yes mystery solved. But news flash is never going to happen between us.” Throwing my hands up in the air I wished it could happen but I knew in my heart we would probably never get together. He has to only see me as a friend. “So let's just forget about it.”

Rachel got an idea in her mind. “If you're so afraid then let's do it as a dare that you would never back down from.”

“If you’re daring me to do anything I'll need more wine.” I said snatching the bottle back across the table. The next morning had come where I didn't feel like getting up from Monica’s couch since I had passed out in her apartment. Phebe fell asleep in her corner chair with Rachel and Monica in their bedrooms.

The apartment door got kicked open causing me and Phebe to jump awake seeing Joey stammering around. “Y/n, how could you not tell Chandler the truth?”

“Hub, what are you talking about?” Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I was confused at what he meant.

Chandler came through the door leaning over the couch where we were so close to having our noses together. “Why did you leave me a drunk message on our answering machine?”

“Um…how would you feel if I said it was a dare?” I nervously asked him, remembering that I basically had declared that I had feelings for him.

Chandler steps backwards, throwing his hands up into his hair still stunned that he didn't see that I had feelings for him before he heard the message that morning. “We swallow our feelings, even if it means we're unhappy forever. Sound good?”

“Chandler, I….I don't think I can accept that if you feel the same way.” Getting to my feet I leaned my body against the back of the couch.

He blinked nervously, chuckling. “Why wouldn't I want to be with you. I mean I've always had feelings for you.”

“You have?” I questioned him covering my mouth with my hands.

Joey and Phoebe silently watched the interaction between their friends. Neither of them was sure what would happen next. Meaning they couldn't look away. Chandler stared at me silently walking up to me and cupping my face in his hands kissing me. “Ohhh he kissed her!”

I gasped not expecting him to do something like that. I was so afraid he wouldn't feel the same but it didn't matter now. “I guess I was worried for nothing. It isn’t awkward at all that they are watching us.” I chuckled, kissing him back until we needed air to breathe.

“It doesn’t matter if they're watching us. I'm just happy I didn't just embarrass myself in front of the girl I apparently have been crushing on my whole life.” He declared before I wrapped my arms around his neck shushing his concerns with a kiss.

Rachel opened her door the same time as Monica, seeing what was happening in front of them. “What did we miss here?” Chandler and I separated sending them each a bright smile of relief.

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[lanawinterscigarettes]

You know how in the show Ross is always saying something mean about Monica when she was fat? Could you do a fic or hcs where Ross says something like that about the reader (who has an eating disorder) and Monica GOES OFF on him because that's her baby? Thanks xx

Aw, Monica to the rescue xo (also if you hate the title that's okay, I don't like it very much either)

A Joke Made In Poor Taste (Monica Geller x reader)

Warnings: mentions of eating disorders (food consumption/eating is also discussed a lot in this fic, so don't read if that makes you uncomfortable), Monica protects you (and Joey helps), Ross is an asshole (but what else is new), body shaming, insecurity, slight swearing, angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending (this includes an apology from Ross, but don't worry, he doesn't get let off easy)

You and your girlfriend Monica bonded over numerous things, but one of them was of a particularly sensitive subject- your eating disorders. It was no secret that she had suffered from one when she was younger, but yours wasn't as well known to the rest of the group. 

She always treated it with respect and kindness, making sure she never said anything to make you uncomfortable, and whenever another member of the group made a joke she knew would hurt your feelings, she was quick to correct them on it. 

By this point, your friends were well aware of your boundaries when it came to making jabs at your eating habits, and even though it hadn't been said out loud, it was an unspoken thing that if something was said about it, the person who made the "joke" had better be prepared to deal with the incurred wrath of Monica. 

Because of this, they were all smart enough to keep their mouths closed whenever they noticed you were eating more or less than usual. Well, most of them, anyway. 

Monica had been cooking up a storm, trying out new recipes for her restaurant, which she had taste tested by you and Joey. You and him were sitting at the kitchen table watching Monica cook, while Rachel and Chandler were on the couch, listening as Phoebe played one of her new songs for them. 

"Oh, shoot!" Monica exclaimed as she was stirring a pot over the stove. "I'm all out of butter! Joey, do you have any at your place?" 

"No, I ate it all," Joey admitted sheepishly. 

"There should be some hidden in the back of the fridge, Mon, look there," Chandler called from the living room. 

"You had more butter and you didn't tell me?!" Joey gasped. "How dare you!" 

"Yes, how dare I hide the butter that I bought with my money so that you couldn't eat it," Chandler said sarcastically. "Besides, who eats just a stick of butter?" 

"Chandler, we've been over this; we were out of snacks, and I was hungry!" 

"Okay, you two, cut it out!" Monica interrupted before Chandler could respond. "I'm going next door to get some more butter, I'll be back in a few." She pressed a kiss against your forehead as she passed you, earning an 'aww' from Joey. 

The door opened just as she was about to walk out, with Ross on the other side. "Hey," he said, a chorus of greetings responding as he came in. "Where are you going? I thought you had to cook," he said to Monica. 

"I do, but I'm out of butter, so I'm heading next door to grab a couple more sticks. Watch the pot I have on the stove until I get back, will you?" She said, making it sound more like a command than a request. With that, she was gone. 

"Wow," Ross commented as he looked around the kitchen. "That sure is a lot of food." 

"I know, right? And Monica's letting us eat it all!" Joey exclaimed, excited he got the chance to eat as much as he wanted for once without having Monica fuss at him for emptying her fridge.

"We're not supposed to eat it all, Joey. We're just tasting it for her so she can get our honest feedback," you corrected him, adding a little more food to your plate. 

"Whatever you want to call it, as long as I get to eat, I'm happy," Joey replied, his mouth full of food. 

You laughed at his response while you took another bite, Ross watching you from across the kitchen with a disgusted look on his face. That look in particular could be found in numerous home videos with him and Monica when they were younger, and it often appeared on his face whenever she was shown eating (which was a lot, as food provided a great comfort to her back then and still to this very day). 

"God, do you really have to eat so much? Who are you, Monica?" Ross scoffed, his 'joke' borderlining on cruel. 

The conversation happening in the living room ceased. Looks of utter and complete shock could be seen all around the apartment. Joey even stopped eating, he was so surprised. 

A lump formed in your throat as your eyes welled up with tears. Setting your fork down on your plate, you shakily pushed it away from you. "I- I don't think I'm hungry anymore." 

"Hey man, that's not cool," Joey said sternly. "Now, you'd better apologize before Monica finds out." 

"Before I find out what?" 

You looked up through your teary eyelashes to see Monica had returned, butter in hand. "What am I finding out about?" 

"Oh, it's nothing," Ross said quickly, knowing at this point he'd made a mistake. "We were just fooling around." 

"No, you weren't!" Joey exclaimed. "You were making fat jokes and being mean!" He pointed his finger at him accusingly. 

"What?" Monica asked, a look of silent rage suddenly forming on her face. 

"It's nothing, Mon, don't worry about it," you said quietly, your eyes focused on your shoes. You were ashamed of yourself. You'd never been this humiliated before, especially not around your friends. 

Her face softened as she noticed how distressed you seemed; you could see the cogs turning in her head as she put two and two together. 

Her eyes flashed with fury as she directed her attention towards Ross. "What. Did. You. Do," she seethed, clenching her jaw as she glared at him. 

"I, well, um- it's nothing really, it was just a joke that got wildly misinterpreted, that's all." He stumbled over his words as he tried to come up with some sort of explanation, failing miserably.

"Oh, really? And what kind of joke is that?" She asked, her voice laced with venom. 

He awkwardly cleared his throat while trying to avoid her piercing gaze. "Ahem, the kind, where, uh- well, you know-" 

"No, I don't, actually," she cut in, getting visible angrier by the second. "What, do mean the kind of joke I had to hear all the time as a kid? The kind of joke like, 'No, Monica, you can't seesaw with us, you might break it'? Is that the kind of joke you mean?" 

You looked up at her when you heard her voice begin to waver, a sure sign that she was on the brink of tears. 

"Oh, honey." 

Getting out of your chair, you wrapped your arms around her, rubbing her arms soothingly. You could heard Phoebe let out a quiet 'aww' from the living room, much like Joey had earlier. 

"I think you should leave, now," Monica demanded, clinging onto you like you were the only thing keeping her grounded. 

"Mon, I'm- I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said-" 

"You're damn right, you shouldn't have said!" Joey loudly interjected. "Look at those two, you've hurt their feelings!" He gestured wildly to you and Monica standing in front of him. "Not to mention you've made the rest of us pretty uncomfortable." 

Several noises of agreement could be heard from the three friends who were in the living room, which made Joey make a face towards Ross that clearly said, 'I told you so'. "See?" 

Ross mournfully surveyed the scene before him; you were still holding Monica, Joey was now standing with his hands on his hips, and Rachel, Chandler, and Phoebe were all hanging over the back of the couch, curious as to what would happen next. 

"Maybe I should just go. Monica, I'm sorry again about what I said. I'll try to do better next time."

He went in for a hug, but she dodged it easily. "Just leave." 

He glanced around the apartment one last time before grabbing his coat and walking out. The tension that had filled the room mere moments ago disappeared as soon as he left. 

"You okay, Mon?" You gently asked. 

"Yeah, I think I'm alright," she nodded. "The question is, are you okay? I know how difficult comments like that can be for you to handle." 

"Well, I'm definitely feeling better now that you're here." You gave her a tender kiss, her wrapping her arms around your shoulders while you did so. 

Your friends each reacted just the way you thought they would, making comments on how cute you two were before Chandler told you to get a room. 

"Oh, believe me, we will," Monica flirted, giving you a cheeky look as she spoke. 

You buried your face into her shoulder to hide the flustered look on your face. God, was this woman going to be the death of you. 

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[hayleythesugarbowl]

Hi!! I love your friends writing!! I have an idea and it’s totally fine if you don’t like the ideas, but what if Joey and reader broke up, ( he cheated or whatever you want) before all of the friends met. And she gets introduced to him as like one of the others sister/school friend.

The One With the Ex || Joey Tribbiani x reader

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summary: after joey cheats on you and breaks your heart in high school, you run into him again years later and find out the past might not be exactly what you thought it was

word count: 3.2k

warnings: presumed cheating, drinking, suggestive material

a/n: hope you enjoy this love and this is what you wanted. i wrote this kinda quick and just went with it so let me know if it’s any good lol!! also i imagine this to take place in s1 but imagine it however you want. enjoy!! 🍒💌

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      Central Perk.

     You came to a stop before the sign on the front of the coffee shop where Rachel had told you to meet her. 

     You took a deep breath. You were excited to see her after so many years—eight years, to be exact. You were best friends all throughout middle school and part of high school, but then you’d been in different circles and, especially ever since you’d moved out of the state, you had lost touch.

     When she heard you were going to be in New York visiting some family, you both had made plans to see each other and she had suggested here.

     You pushed open the door and saw Rachel, sitting in a chair and sipping from a yellow mug.

     “Rachel?”

     “(Y/n)?” She ran over to you, giving you a big hug. “Wow, you look great!”

     “I could say the same about you,” you said, as she led you to the couch opposite the chair she’d been occupying and you both sat down.

     “So tell me,” she said, “What’s new with you since high school?”

     Where did you even begin? 

     “Well, college,” you started, “and now I’m a—”

     You cut off as you saw someone enter the room. Someone you would recognize anywhere.

     “You ever wonder why restrooms are called restrooms. I mean, you don’t rest in there,” the man said as he walked from the back towards Rachel.

     Joey Tribbiani.

     You hadn’t thought you would ever see him again. Not after all this time. Not after what he did to you.

     But it was definitely him. He had the same hair, the same style, the same swagger that he walked with like he was just so damn attractive.

     And he was so damn attractive, you thought as you looked at him. Curse him. Curse him and his good genes.

     “Hey Joe,” Rachel said, “I’d like to introduce you to my friend, (Y/n).”

     Joey turned to you and his eyes widened. He stared at you for a moment before turning back to Rachel.

     “And (Y/n), this is Joey.”

     “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Joey,” you said, keeping a pleasant expression on your face.

     “The pleasure is all mine,” Joey shook your hand, “(Y/n).”

     “Ok, am I missing something here?” Rachel looked confused, “Do you two know each other?”

     “Yes,” you and Joey said at the same time and Rachel’s brow furrowed.

     “Rach, can I talk to you for a minute?” You said, dragging her away from Joey and towards the other side of the coffee shop.

     “What is he doing here?” you whispered.

     “Joey? He’s a friend of mine, why?”

     “We kind of have a history,” you said, rising a glance over at Joey but he was already sitting down and eating a croissant. Typical.

     “Did you guys used to date or something?” Rachel looked at you.

     “That’s one word for it,” you bit out, “Yes, we dated. Until he cheated on me with Lucinda Figglebottom in senior year of high school.”

     It had been many years since you and Joey had dated. Since you had walked in on him making out with one of your classmates who he swore was just a friend. Since he had broken your heart.

     And you had moved on a long time ago. You had hardly even thought of Joey and what he did to you. Time had made you numb to it as time has a way with doing to all things. 

     But seeing him here, with Rachel. You felt like you were 18 again and you remembered why you had hated him for so many months. 

     And Joey didn’t even look affected, you thought. He had been surprised to see you, sure. But he clearly hadn’t been hurt as you had. Why would he have been when he’s the one who cheated on you?

     “Wow (Y/n), I had no idea—” Rachel said apologetically.

     “How could you have known? It’s fine, it was a long time ago, and we’re all adults here,” you assured her. 

     “Most of us,” you mumbled under your breath. 

     You and Rachel walked over to where Joey was sitting.

     “Well,” Rachel said, “Now that we’ve got the introductions out of the way. (Y/n), you were telling me about your life now.”

     Now that Joey was here listening, you felt the need to exaggerate the better points of your life. That would show him that you were different now from the girl who ran out of the room crying when she found her boyfriend cheating on her and spent the next few months crying until her tear ducts didn’t have any tears left. 

     “My life?” You started, “Oh you know, I travel a lot, when my work allows it. But, I try not to leave my husband and kids in that big house alone for too long. You understand, of course.”

     The fact that you had a house was the only true part of that sentence. Rachel looked at you curiously. 

     “Oh, speaking of work, I have an audition,” Joey said, standing up. You sighed. You were pretty sure he hadn’t even been paying attention to anything you just said.

     “So you’re still acting?” You couldn’t resist, “I assume it’s going better for you than when I knew you?”

     “Yeah, well, I’d better get going,” Joey said, not quite meeting your eye. “It was good seeing you again (Y/n).”

     He stood up and left in a hurry before you could say anything else, and you and Rachel were left alone.

     “Oh my god he’s still in love with you!” Rachel said.

     You spun around, “What?”

     “Did you see the way he looked at you? I mean, he didn’t flirt with you or ask you out or try to look at your backside or anything.”

     You stared at her baffled, “And that means he’s in love with me?”

     Rachel nodded and you shook your head, “No. Trust me. He does not want to get back together with me and I certainly don’t want to get back together with him.”

     You were both silent for a moment before Rachel’s face lip up as she looked like she had an idea, 

     “Hey, why don’t you come to Monica’s birthday party this Saturday. It would give us another chance to catch up and you could meet some of my other friends.”

     “Is Joey going to be there?” You asked her, trying to keep your tone casual.

     Rachel opened her mouth to respond but you cut her off. Why should it matter if Joey was going? You could be in the same room together, for goodness sakes. You weren't going to not go just because Joey might be there.

     “Never mind,” you said, “I’ll be there.”

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     You walked into Rachel and Monica’s apartment that Saturday, feeling better than you had since you’d been in New York again.

     The low cut, tight dress you had picked out and the heels you were wearing made you feel confident. Confident enough to walk in there and not care if you saw Joey or not.

     In fact, you hoped you did see him. Then he could see how moved on you were and how much you didn’t care about him.

     “Hey, (Y/n),” Rachel called, “You remember Monica.”

     Monica walked over and stood next to Rachel. “Hey,” you greeted her, “It’s nice to see you again. And happy birthday.”

     Monica smiled at you, gesturing around the apartment, “Make yourself at home. We have drinks over there and hors d’oeuvres over here.”

     You thanked her and walked with Rachel towards the table with snacks and plates. You caught a flash of blue fabric to your right and you looked there seeing Joey. He was standing with a woman and he had his arm around her shoulders as they laughed about something.

     Joey can date whoever he wants, you thought bitterly. Why should I care?

     “On second thought, let’s go to the drinks table,” you told Rachel.

     She followed your gaze and nodded, walking over with you to pour your drinks. You caught Joey’s eye as you passed by him and his eyes widened as he saw you.

     His gaze trailed down your outfit and then back up to your face before he looked away quickly.

     You would make it though this, you resolved, taking sip of your drink.

     That one drink quickly turned into several, however, and you found yourself feeling lighter than you had all week. 

     You met all of Rachel’s other friends and after she left to go to the bathroom, you walked over to the drink table again and scanned the room for Joey. You didn’t see him and you scolded yourself for looking.

     “Can I make you a drink?” A tall man came up behind you and you smiled up at him.

     “Sure thing,” you slurred as you watched  him pour different alcohols into a glass for you. 

     He made two and then handed you one of them, which you downed very quickly. He grabbed your wrist and led you to a corner of the room that was less populated.

     It took all of three seconds before his hands were on you. An alarm went off in the back of your head but you ignored it. Maybe this was what you wanted. 

     Seeing Joey this week had brought up a lot of bad memories and right now you just wanted to forget. The man you were with began kissing your neck and you saw a gleam in his eye. You knew you should be getting away from him but you couldn’t make yourself. You didn’t want to.

     You let him push you up against the wall and as he brought his lips to yours, you kissed him back. People were looking but you ignored them. You wrapped you arms around him and flipped around so he was against the wall. As the mystery man smiled down at you, he began sliding his hands down your dress and you helped him by fumbling for the zipper on the side and starting to unzip it. You stopped as you felt someone’s presence behind you. 

     “(Y/n), it’s time to go,” Joey came up behind you and you felt his hand on your waist. He discreetly zipped your dress back up. Where did he even come from?

     “Get off me,” you whispered-yelled, turning to face him.

     “(Y/n), you’re very drunk,” he whispered back.

     “So?”

     “Come with me before you do something you regret,” he pulled you away from your corner of the room.

     You scoffed, “Are you sure you’re not just jealous?”

     Joey looked like he wanted to say something else but settled for. “(Y/n), come with me. I’m trying to help you.”

     “I don’t need your help,” you tried to elbow him but he just griped your arm harder and pulled you away.

     “Where are we going?” You spat as he dragged you out of the room and across the hall.

     “My apartment,” Joey said. 

     “No,” you squirmed in his grip, “I don’t want to go anywhere with you.”

     Joey ignored you and opened the door to his apartment, dropping you down on the couch. 

     You stood up in outrage, but your head spun and so you sat back down.

     “Here,” Joey said, handing you a mug of coffee, “drink this.”

     “Why are you doing this?” You tried to figure out amongst the fog in your brain what in the world Joey was thinking. You hadn’t talked or seen each other in years since you broke up—which was his fault— and now he was acting like you were friends. 

     Joey didn’t answer you, just waited until you took a sip of the warm, bitter liquid before walking back into the kitchen and digging in the fridge. 

     “What if I want to go back in there?” You asked him, trying to get his attention.

     “And let that guy stick his tongue down your throat again? He was taking advantage of you, (Y/n).”

     Was he? You couldn’t think. “Why do you care?”

     “Because,” he said, standing up straight and walking over to sit down next to you, “I care about you, (Y/n). Just because things ended…the way they did, doesn’t mean I don’t care about you.”

     “You hurt me, Joey,” you tucked your hair behind your ears. All of a sudden you felt like crying. Yes, the many years that had passed made you numb to his betrayal. But deep down, you still hated him. 

     Joey rubbed the back of his neck. “I know,” was all he said.

     And he looked so sincere. So vulnerable. So much like he had when you were together. God, he was gorgeous, you thought. You leaned in closer to him.

     “You hurt me a lot,” you whispered, closer to his face now. 

     He scooted back, away from you and you closed the distance again.

     You put your hand on his shoulder and he shrugged it off. “(Y/n)—”

     “Do you want to hurt me again?” You were practically on Joey’s lap now. “Then kiss me.”

     You leaned forwards and Joey abruptly stood up. He looked flustered and you wanted him to get back on the couch and kiss you. Kiss you until you stopped being mad at him and you could pretend everything was like it was before.

     “(Y/n), you’ve had a lot to drink. Try to get some rest, ok?” He walked out of the room and you laid your head down on one of the pillows. 

     You wanted him to lay with you and hold you in his arms and—

      What were you thinking? This was Joey Tribbiani, the man who had kissed another woman while you two were dating and had broken your heart. What were you doing thinking of him that way?

     Snap out of it, you told yourself. 

     And then your eyelids drooped and you struggled to keep them open. You gave in and let sleep take you for the night.  

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     You awoke with a start, looking around and blinking sleep from your eyes. You glanced down at your shirt—no, Joey’s shirt. And Joey’s bed. 

     You sat up in horror. Fragments of the night before came back to you. 

     Joey walked in carrying a mug with coffee. Something about it felt vaguely familiar about the past night. He handed it to you and you took it from, griping his forearm.

     “Joey, I’m in your bed.”

     “Yeah,” he said sheepishly, “You fell asleep on the couch but I didn’t want to you be cold so I—”

     “But we didn't—”

     “No, of course not! I would never—” He looked down, “How much do you remember from last night?”

     You strained to recollect anything. The pounding in your head wasn’t making it very easy. “Enough to remember that I made a fool of myself.”

     And forced myself on you.

     “That’s not—,” he started, “well, I wouldn’t say you made a fool of yourself.”

     “Oh god,” you ran your fingers through your tangled hair, “of all the things that could’ve happened. Waking up in the bed of the man I’m supposed to hate!”

     Supposed to hate. You realized it after you said it. You’d thought you despised Joey. You did. But all you could remember was Joey brining you back to his apartment last night and saving your butt. Another memory came back. 

     “I should thank you,” you told him, “Y’know, for rescuing me.”

     Joey shrugged, “I would have done it for anyone I cared about.”

     You were so confused. Confused about how you felt about Joey and how he could be acting so kind right now when he had been such a jerk to you.

     You supposed people changed. It was a long time ago, and you knew that. But you had to know why. 

     You couldn’t believe you were about to ask this. But after all that had happened in the past 24 hours, you had courage enough to manage a weak, “Why, Joey?”

     “Well, when you know someone really well—”

     “No, not that,” you said, “I meant all those years ago. Why?”

     Joey sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed. 

     “(Y/n), if you’re talking about why we broke up—”

     “Why we broke up?” Your voice rose. Just when you were starting to soften towards him for helping you. “You mean why you cheated on me?”

     “Let me explain,” he said, calmly, “Lucinda and I really were just friends.”

     “Is that what you told yourself after you made out with her? I’d say you were really good friends.”

     Joey continued. “She had just broken up with her ex and so she asked me as a friend, to kiss her so he’d get jealous and want to get back with her. Her ex was supposed to walk through that door, not you. But I promise, we were always just friends. I was just helping her out. I would’ve asked you, but she was so embarrassed about it that she didn’t want anyone to know.”

     Wow. What were you even supposed to say to that? If that was true then… 

     “But, why didn’t you say anything?” 

     “You didn’t really give me the chance,” he confessed. You supposed he was right. After you’d caught him with Lucinda you’d ran away and avoided him in any way you could.  You’d never come into contact with him again until a week ago.

     “But if I’d have known—” you broke off, “I was in love with you Joey.”

     “I felt really bad for screwing things up,” he said, “I loved you too and I missed you a lot afterwards. But I didn’t know what to do and so I just let you get away. It’s the biggest regret I’ll ever have.”

     “It’s not your fault Joey,” you said, “It was a misunderstanding and that’s that. I can’t believe I hated you for so many years.”

     “God, if I could just go back,” Joey said.

     “Maybe we don’t have to,” you looked up at him.

     “If you’re saying we should kiss right now, then I definitely agree,” Joey smirked and you laughed.

     You leaned towards him and brought his lips to yours. It had been a while since you’d done this, with Joey or anybody. It wasn’t perfect but it was exactly what you wanted. You pulled away, smiling. 

     “I’ve been wanting to do this since the moment I saw you in Central Perk,” Joey admitted. 

     “Really?” You said, teasing. “Creep.”

     “It is not my fault you’re that gorgeous, (Y/n).”

     “You’re not bad yourself,” you said, kissing him again.

     “So, while you’re in New York, maybe I could take you out sometime? Again.” Joey added.

     “I’d like that a lot.”

     You were thrilled. You had gone from hating Joey to kissing him in his bed. What a wild week. You knew that a lot of time had passed since your’s and Joey’s relationship and it would take some time to get to know each other again. But you wanted to do it. You wanted to make up for the time your missed when you could have been together.

     “We should tell Rachel about this,” you said, “She’ll probably be ecstatic. She had this crazy idea that you were still in love with me after all these years.”

     Joey looked into your eyes, brushing the hair back from your face.

     “I don’t think it’s that crazy, (Y/n). I don’t think it’s crazy at all.”

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope you enjoyed this!! tysm to @hopefulinlove for requesting this!! always love writing for joey. have a lovely day <3🍓🩰

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you’ve been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember.

sure, he had never outwardly called you his girlfriend, but when you were both seven years old, he came up to you. chest heaving slightly from running up and down the hill where he had gotten you a freshly plucked out bouquet of flowers. the roots were still clinging to them and he got dirt all over your hands from forcibly grabbing them and shoving the bouquet in them before you could even form a sentence.

“since you accepted the flowers, you’re mine now.” he mumbled, his little hands tightened into fists at his sides and chubby cheeks a cute shade of pink, staring at you as confidently as he could.

a grin grows on his face when you respond with a simple “okay !” and a bright smile. the grin on his face never disappears even as his mom scolds him for getting you both all dirty.

you were katsuki’s in middle school too, when the boys in class decided to play kiss, marry, kill and he had somehow gotten dragged into it. the girls in your class tried their best to seem uninterested, claiming the boys were being childish, but you noticed how hard some of them were straining their ears trying to hear what the guys were talking about in their own little corner of the room. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little curious as well.

katsuki was as ruthless as you’d known him to be, choosing to kill any girl that wasn’t to his liking, which ended up being all of them. much to the other boys’ chagrin, claiming he had no taste.

then your name was brought up.

at that, his eyes widened and he turned in his seat to see if you were watching. you had never turned your head away so fast in your life and you were pretty sure you heard something go “crack”.

he clicked his tongue. mumbling something about how stupid the game was before muttering out a “kiss yn, marry yn and kill that other bitch.” before getting up and stomping away, claiming he had to go to the bathroom followed closely by the whoops and hollers of his two friends behind him.

you both made eye contact when he walked out and you think you’ll never forget how red his cheeks were.

you were katsuki’s when he was the one to walk you to and from school everyday, claiming you would somehow get lost without him. you were katsuki’s when he had begrudgingly shoved homemade valentines day chocolates into your arms, mumbling something about how you had been upset nobody had gotten you anything last year, conveniently leaving out the fact he had scared off all the other guys trying to offer you anything.

you were katsuki’s when he grabbed your hand during the winter because he said you’d “end up dying of hypothermia with the way you’re chittering over there.” and you were his when you were the only person he laughed around. loud, genuine laughter that you and only you could squeeze out of him. you were katsuki’s when he randomly kissed you goodnight at your door one night and he’s been doing it ever since, and gets all pouty when you turn away from his kisses to tease him.

“are we dating ?” you had asked him. you’re both in high school now and you’re in his dorm room. your legs are on his lap and he’s got a comfortable grip on your leg, which tightens after he registers your questions “hah?” he looks utterly confused and a little insulted as he looks back at you, his entire face scrunched up in confusion. you pinch his nose and he swats at your hand.

“are we dating ? like—am i your girlfriend.” you say again and katsuki’s face scrunches up even harder. he huffs and looks back at his phone, landing a little smack on your leg still placed in his lap. “ ‘course yer my fuckin’ girlfriend.” he spits out, obviously irritated. then he looks back at you “I haven’t made it obvious ?” he says sarcastically. one of his eyebrows lifted as he pokes at your leg still very much in his lap.

you simply shrug “s’not that. it’s just because you’ve never actually asked me out before, so i was a little confused on where we stood.” you mumble. he stares at you while you speak and he stares a little longer before sighing. then he leans towards you and flicks your forehead.

“ow !”

“dumbass.” he murmurs. there’s a slight pout on his face and his cheeks are light shade of pink when he looks you in the eyes again. he grabs both your cheeks with one hand and smushes them together to push your lips out and presses multiple wet kisses onto them that have you squealing and squirming. his wet lips are pulled into a smirk when he pulls back and you try your best to at least look a little angry, you really do. but it’s useless when he looks at you like that.

“of course you’re my girlfriend” he reiterates. his smirk’s been replaced for something softer, something more sincere as he gazes at you with so much unadulterated affection it makes your head spin a little. “you’ve always been mine.” he says it in a teasing tone and his hand is still smushing your cheeks out and it hurts a little but his eyes are still the same. they’re warm and soft and so, so enamored with you and only you.

when he finally let’s go of your face and pulls you fully into his lap, you realize katsuki’s been yours for as long as you’ve been his.

you smile brightly at him but turn your nose up when he leans in to kiss you again. “i still haven’t heard what i wanna hear though, mr. bakugou.”

he rolls his eyes and pinches at your thigh as he mumbles out a “don’t call me that.” sighing, he looks at you intensely and you suddenly feel very shy.

“will you be my girlfriend, ya shitty girl ?” and he says it as a joke, you both know it is cus his lips are already forming into a smirk the second he finishes his sentence. and you’re pulling at his nose the moment you register it, but you’re both smiling hard. he laughs and you’re sure you’ll never get tired of the sound. “what’s your answer, pretty ?” he asks playfully and you pretend to really think it over just to mess with him, and giggling out a “yes!” when he suddenly pounces on you. flipping you both over and tickling you mercilessly, calling it revenge for you “taking too damn long to answer.”

you’d been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember, and you hope you can be forever.