Rachel Green x adopted daughter!reader pt 2 please 🥺👉🏻👈🏻
The one with the adopted daughter
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(Rachel Green x adopted daughter!reader, platonic Pheobe Buffay x reader)
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.
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.
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.
