#adrian monk x reader

[victoria-writes]

Love Diagnosis

Pairing: Adrian Monk x Reader

Summary: Monk has a crush on his new assistant (reader) and talks to his therapist about it

Word Count: 1,544

Notes: She/Her pronouns are used for the reader. Trudy Monk, Leland Stottlemeyer, and Natalie Teeger are mentioned but don't make an appearance. Entire fic is just dialogue between Adrian and Dr. Kroger. Mentioned age gap between Monk and the reader.

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Story:

“You don’t understand, doctor. This isn’t some cute crush. I can’t get her out of my head!”, Monk said frantically from the chair he sat in across from his therapist.

“Adrian”, Dr. Kroger began while taking off his glasses and sitting forward in his chair, “it’s perfectly normal to look forward to seeing someone you like. It seems that you and Y/N have developed a special relationship and it’s only natural for you to think of her. If anything, this is great progress. It means you’re moving on after losing Trudy”.

“No, no, no, no”, said Adrian as he waved his hands about, “I am not moving on from Trudy. She is my wife. Y/N is a parasite who has infected my brain. She’s probably an alien. That’s the only explanation. A very pretty alien, but an alien”.

Dr. Kroger smiled, “Y/N is not an alien. It’s okay to be scared. You and Trudy were together for a long time and you were both very devoted to each other”.

“I can’t be scared because I’m not moving on. How can I be scared to do something I’m not doing?”

“Adrian-“

“It’s like she’s taken me hostage in my own mind. Everywhere I look, she’s all I think about. I walked into a CVS with Natalie today to get more wipes and I saw the shampoo section. Why was my first thought ‘What kind of shampoo does Y/N use? She always smells so nice.’?” 

Dr. Kroger sets his glasses on the table next to him, “I’m going to suggest something that may sound a little crazy to you. Have you considered telling her how you feel?”

“…Dr. Kroger”, Monk scoffed, “Are you sure we’re sitting in the right seats? Because where I’m sitting it seems that you may be the one that needs help if you think that is a reasonable solution.”

“So I’m going to take that as a no.”

“Of course, I haven’t talked to her about it!”

“And why is that?”

“….well…”

“Well?”

“…” 

“You’re frightened she may not feel the same way as you do.”

“…yes”

“And if she does feel the same way, you don’t want to know because then you’d have to accept the fact that you’re in love with a woman after Trudy’s passing.”

“yes”, Monk grumbled while looking at the floor with sudden interest.

“So you think it’s better to bury your feelings deep inside and only let them out during our sessions”

“Now you’re getting it. I’m so glad we could come to an understanding”, Monk smiled and sat back in his chair, relieved. 

“Adrian, these feelings aren’t just going to disappear overnight because you don’t want to face them. You see her almost every day now.”

“This is all Natalie’s fault.”, Adrian furrowed his brows as he spoke, “I wouldn’t have had to hire another assistant if she didn’t need so many days off.”

“Natalie needed the time off to take care of her daughter as a single mother. It’s a miracle she was able to balance work and her child for as long as she did.”

“Yeah, well, she should’ve balanced for longer so I wouldn’t have to deal with this.”

“Tell me, what is it that you like about Y/N?”

“She smells nice.”

“You mentioned that already”

“She’s a good assistant. She’s very clean and doesn’t touch me without asking. I like her hairstyle too, not just the shampoo. Her nails are neat and manicured, so I don’t feel disgusted by the thought of her touching me.”

“Anything else?”

“When she does touch me…her hands are soft.”

Dr. Kroger looked at Adrian with raised eyebrows and interest written across his face.

“Y/N, she has a certain way of talking. She emphasizes certain words in her sentences and talks with her hands.” 

At this point, Adrian is staring up at the ceiling and smiling fondly as he pictures Y/N in his mind, “She gets so animated when she’s passionate. And she has so many strong opinions on things. Things I never even give a second thought to. Just the other day, she went on a very passionate rant about what kind of handle she prefers on umbrellas.”

“I would’ve thought you’d have an opinion on that sort of thing.” 

“Oh, I do now that I’ve thought about it. I much prefer the curved handles to the straights ones, even if they have grooves for the fingers to sit”, he scoffs and shakes his head, “the fingers are never as comfortable on those as they are on the curved handles and-“

“I think we’re getting off track here. Is there anything you dislike about her?”

“Oh, yes”, Adrian quickly nodded, “She’s a horrible driver and always parks crooked. She’s lucky she has me or she’d anger a lot of other drivers with her parking.”

“Uh-huh.”

“She chews on her mints and I can’t stand the sound. What psychopath chews on those? You’re supposed to let them sit in your mouth.”

“I see.”

“She stands too close to me wherever we go. Like I said she doesn’t touch me without asking but she’s always so close.”

“And that bothers you?”

“Yes, my heart starts to beat very fast and I can’t breathe sometimes. Once I thought I was having a heart attack but she told me I was just having a panic attack and made me do breathing exercises with her.”

“Did they help?”

“Yes, but only for a little bit because she kept standing close to me after that. She was worried I would faint so she stood even closer.”

“And?”

“I’ve never had clammier hands in my life.”

“Did you have these symptoms when you first started to see Trudy?”

“I…I don’t remember. It was all so long ago. Let’s not talk about that.”

“I apologize if I made you uncomfortable. Let’s move on from that.”

“Okay.”

“…”

“I had eggs for breakfast this morning but the yolk was a little too runny. That made my skin itch.”

“Let’s not talk about eggs.”

“Okay.”

“If you and Y/N were to enter a romantic relationship-“

“That would never happen.”

“Humor me for a second. If you and Y/N entered a romantic relationship, what do you think it would be like? Truly imagine it for me. What would dating Y/N look like?”

“I…I don’t know. I’m not dating her so how would I know?”

“Just try and imagine it.”

“Okay.”, Adrian sighed quietly as he closed his eyes, “Okay. I’m imagining.”

“Go on.”

“We’d have to spend a lot of time together. That’s what couples do.”

“What would that time spent together look like?”

“I suppose we would hang out at my house. Go to different places around town. Maybe to that coffee shop she likes.”

“Which shop is that?”

“The one on third avenue with the blue walls.”

Adrian’s eyes were still closed but he could hear the smile in Dr. Kroger’s voice, “You remember the kind of things she’s passionate about, little details about her, and even what coffee shop she likes.”

“I’m a detective. It’s my job to remember things about people.”

“Do you know how she takes her coffee?”

“Of course.”

“Do you know how Natalie takes her coffee?”

“No”

“Do you know how Captain Stottlemeyer takes his coffee?”

“No”

“Interesting. Have you ever thought about kissing Y/N?”

Adrian opened his eyes, “I don’t see how that’s relevant.”

“I find it very relevant. Have you thought about kissing her?”

Adrian took a long pause before answering, “Yes. Once she stood very close to me, she stands much too close to me, and I…”

“You…?”

“I was looking at her lips and I started to lean in but I pulled away.”

“Did she know you wanted to kiss her?”

“I don’t think so. When she asked why I was staring I lied and told her she had dry lips and needed to put on chapstick. It couldn’t have been further from the truth. Her lips looked very”, he pauses looking for the right word in his mind “soft.”

“Has she ever indicated any interest in you in a romantic sense?”

“I don’t think so.”

“No, you wouldn’t.”, Dr. Kroger sighs, “Adrian, there is only one solution to this dilemma and that is to speak to her about it.”

“That would be highly inappropriate. I’m her employer and several years older than her.”

“While that is true, she has the right to know about this. She spends nearly every day with you.”

“What if she quits? Then, I’d have to find another assistant and I don’t want her to go.”

“That is a risk you’ll just have to take. It is much more likely that she will either tell you she doesn’t feel the same way or that she does. She’s your assistant but she’s your friend too. I’m sure she’d understand.”

“But what if she doesn’t?”

“But what is she does?”

Monk sat in silence with no rebuttal prepared. What could he possibly say to that?

“We’re nearing the end of our time together, Adrian. Next time you see Y/N, politely tell her how you’ve been feeling about her.” 

“...”

“Adrian, tell her.”

“Yes, Dr. Kroger.”

“I’ll see you on Tuesday.”

[amazonykamiaba]

I never thought I'd say that, but now that I have a crush on Adrian Monk, my soul needs some Adrian Monk X F Reader to relieve my sins...

[stottlemorgan]

i have a couple cute Adrian Monk x Reader ideas that i'm cooking up heheh

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[pikemoreno]

if you ever wanna be in love

Chapter I: Coffee Cures All Ills

a/n: Here it is folks! The first part of a Marcus fic heavily inspired by the Netflix rom-com Set It Up. 

It’s more structurally and conceptually inspired and not an exact scene-for-scene remake because a) I was interested in the idea of this not even really being an AU. This is extremely canon-compliant and you’ll see more of that as we continue on. 😏And b) because I had lots of ideas that spun off from watching Set It Up that I just liked better for the purpose of this fic. So that’s what you can expect. It’s gonna be cheesy and fun and great.

The first couple of chapters are a lot of, well, set up (which has been infuriating). But we’ll get into the meat of it soon. My outline says so.

As a side note, a lot of the gifs I’m going to be using are from the movie, but these are not my face claims for any of the characters. I’m using them simply for the ~vibe~ of the chapter. Reader is not a small white girl... Or she might be. She is you. Or whatever OC you’d like her to be. Period. 

And that’s it. Let’s go, I guess.

pairing: marcus pike x f!reader

word count: 2k (probably one of the shortest chapters we’re gonna see out of the 14-ish lolz)

warnings: none, and i don’t expect there to really be any serious ones in upcoming chapters either. this is just fun.

Marcus Pike never wanted to fall in love. 

He’d seen what it had done to him in failed relationships including everything up to a failed marriage. Some would argue that it wasn’t love then, that love doesn’t fail, so it couldn’t have been. But he disagreed. He knows it when it hits. It comes on you like lightning, bright and fast. You accept it, letting it run through your veins, and risk suffering a fatal blow to your heart. And it most definitely can fatally fail. It can cause joy and pain in equal measure. He’d already been struck so painfully once, the blow of the electricity going straight to his heart. He was beginning to hope to the high heavens that he wouldn’t be so unlucky as to be struck a second time, just in case it should reach his heart so painfully once more.

Marcus Pike never wanted to fall in love.

He felt that especially strongly as he watched Adrian go through his recent break-up. He felt for his fellow agent, he really did. Adrian was completely convinced Sam was the one, sold to the point of going ring shopping soon. But one brief mention of an engagement sent Sam running for the hills. He’d been moping around the office for a couple of weeks now and, as much as Marcus understood the pain, he was already really looking forward to Adrian’s rebound or some similar distraction. He was needing his friend’s signature fire back right about now, not to mention his focus. His work had gotten sloppy in this mourning period. He was constantly distracted. Marcus was dreading getting him on this case today, but maybe it was just the push he needed. He hoped. He stepped up to Adrian’s desk, watching the glazed over look in his eye.

“Hey, Adrian, do you mind getting a head start on this? I’d really like you to be our head man on--” he slid the file onto his desk, but was cut short by Adrian’s response. A response that had nothing to do with anything Marcus had just said.

“I’m gonna die alone,” he muttered, hands supporting his chin, elbows on his desk. Marcus let out an exasperated sigh that he didn’t seem to notice.

“You’re not gonna die alone,” he played along once again, rubbing his temple.

“Maybe I’ll go be a monk. They never have to worry about this shit.”

“An honorable profession.”

“Yeah.” Adrian blinked out of his dream-like state. “I’m doing it again, aren’t I?” Marcus nodded rigidly. “Sorry, Pike.” He opened the file, nodding slowly, “Yeah, I’ll get on this.”

“You look exhausted,”

“I am,” he admitted sheepishly. 

“I’m making a break room run to get coffee, you want one?”

“Please.” Marcus nodded his understanding and made his way down the hall to the break room. He doubted a case and a coffee could get his friend back on track, but he could hope, right?

***

If you had to listen through one more of Wendy’s mood swings, you might just scream. You love the girl, you really do. She’s your friend and the best boss you could’ve asked for, but Lord Almighty, had she been in rare form. Some days she was perfectly fine, strutting around like she didn’t care that her asshole boyfriend Daniel gave her an ultimatum instead of a ring on their last anniversary. Other days would see her doing a complete 180, shutting herself in her office and weeping into suspect files. Your least favorite days, though, were days where the heartbreak made her angry, where thinking about Daniel saying “It’s me or your job” made her border-line vengeful. But, unfortunately for you and the rest of the team, he wasn’t around to take the beating.

You couldn’t say you entirely understood. The short catalog of even shorter flings that you boasted brought largely apathy rather than heartbreak. You couldn’t say you’d ever been in love like Wendy had been. You’d never felt anything quite that strong-- and thank goodness for that. It wasn’t something you particularly looked forward to, at least, not the way you’d seen it lately. It was an uncontrollable force, dangerous and all-consuming. You liked control, liked being in your right mind. If love was to take up it's unfortunate residence, you could only hope it was for someone worth losing your mind over. You hadn’t seen anyone of the sort so far. 

Unfortunately, it was already too late for Wendy Harrod. The already intimidating head of the Jewelry & Gem Theft Program in Texas was in rare form. You watched as an HR intern ran from her office in near tears. Poor Randy. Her sharp “come in” in response to your knock on her door made you wince.

“Harrod, I have the results of that house search you requested if you--”

“No, no! Absolutely not, I cannot handle this right now,” she was absolutely raging, leaving you grasping at straws for a response. 

“I-- Uh-- Of course. I’ll just leave it right here whenever--” you placed it gently on the end table by the door before being interrupted again.

“Ughhhhh,” she groaned out before flopping into her desk chair, the red leather creaking as she let sit spin her around once, “I’m sorry. I’m being mean.” There was your Wendy.

“Just a little.”

“Sorry, sorry. Bring that here please.” 

“What can I do for you? As your friend, I mean. You--” you weighed your words carefully as you hand her the report, “You haven’t quite been yourself since…” you stopped that thought, “Well, lately.�� She sighed, shaking her head.

“I don’t know. I don’t know what I need,” she began to skim the report before looking back up with you with a tight lipped smile, “Maybe a coffee? For the more immediate problems anyway.” You laughed.

“Now that I can do. I’m headed there now. Break room coffee ok?”

“That’d be perfect.”

“The usual?”

“The usual.” She yelled after you as you walk down the hall, “You’re an angel!”

She wasn’t gonna be saying that when you came back without coffee. 

The sign on the coffee pot reading “out of coffee” was going to seriously ruin your reputation and Wendy’s sensitive mood. You ran through the options: you couldn’t leave to get her a Starbucks; there were some bottled iced coffees in the fridge, but Wendy hated them; you could wait for someone to make a run at lunch and pass on the order, but this was too urgent. Then it hit you. Everyone knew the sixth floor had the better coffee stock anyway. The art freaks loved their fancy stuff. You could always just waltz down a floor and snag two cups from their stash. 5 minutes in and out. No harm done, no questions asked. 

Or so you thought. 

The sixth floor break room was already occupied when you walked in, finding another agent also brewing a morning cup in a single cup coffee maker. 

They really did have everything here: multiple pots, another much fancier looking machine that looked like it might come to life and attack at any moment, recyclable coffee cups, every type of creamer. You name it.

You’d have to sneak over here more often.

You stepped up to the larger coffee pot, rinsing out the carafe before reaching for the container of grounds. Empty. 

They had everything here. Except coffee. 

Was the whole damn building in a coffee famine? You didn’t have time to check.

“No, no, no, no,” you panicked, frantically searching the cabinet for another container. In your peripheral you could see the other agent look at you like you’d grown two heads. You couldn’t be bothered with his judgement, but you met his eyes to ask, maybe a little too frantically. 

“Is that the last of it?” you questioned, eyeing the cup he was brewing.

“Well, yeah, sorry.” It was obvious he meant it, but apologies were not what you were needing right now.

“Shit.” 

“Withdrawals?” he laughed a little at your panicked state, but it wasn’t demeaning. He was genuinely amused, and maybe a little concerned, but it made you narrow your eyes at him all the same. You were not in the mood for the mocking, no matter how light-hearted it may be. No matter how much it was softened by the bright smile next to you.

“It’s not for me. It’s for my boss. My very upset boss who needs just one small ounce of joy in her life right now. The kind of joy that can only come from the fueling of her caffeine addiction, so if I could please just have that cup?” You blinked at him innocently, but his dark brown eyes widened as he shook his head

“What? No. I have a friend who needs this. If I don’t bring him this, he won’t be working for the rest of the day.”

“If I don’t bring my boss a cup of coffee in the next two minutes, I will probably not be working again. Ever. I will be dead. Do you want to be complicit in a murder, Agent--” you glanced at his badge, “Pike? Can you really live with that?”

“You’re awfully dramatic aren’t you?”

“I wish it was an exaggeration.” He inspected your badge then too.

“Jewelry and Gem Theft. Floor 7, right? What brings you down here to steal our coffee?” The argument was pointed, but his demeanor was anything but. He was smiling, enjoying this. A little too much, you seethed. You couldn’t stand around arguing all day.

“We’re out too.”

“Try another floor?”

“Time is of the essence here, Art Squad.” There was no room for addressing him politely now, he was riling you up on purpose. 

“If you didn’t stand here arguing with me you could’ve tried another floor by now, Jewels.”

He must think he’s so clever.

“Please. This is DEFCON 5.”

“You do know DEFCON 5 is the good one, right?”

“You know what I mean. Please.” He looked at you and then the newly brewed cup, biting the inside of his cheek, thinking through the problem.

“Tell you what. I am willing to split this if you are. Maybe it’s enough to fix both of them.” The crease between his eyebrows was deep as he studied your face, “I know Adrian is too out of it to notice he’s getting jipped, not sure about your boss.” You shrugged.

“Wendy will manage. It’s enough to keep her from throwing something at my head next time I walk in.” He dutifully split the coffee between two of the recyclable travel cups and handed one to you. You took it gratefully. 

“I hope this keeps you from… Dying? What’s up with that anyway?” You’re not sure what made this person that was essentially a stranger so interested in your life, but something about it feels nice.

“She had a really bad breakup: anniversary, thought it was going to be a proposal, instead it was him being a piss-baby. She’s a little all over the place right now. They’d been together for years and now there’s just… A hole. She doesn’t know how to deal with it.” Pike’s nod in response is emphatic, giving the cup in his hand a little wave.

“Same with him. Terrible breakup. He didn’t see it coming at all. She broke up with him on a voicemail… Then moved. ‘Course it just put him in this crazy funk, though. Doesn’t wanna work or do much of anything. No violence. Yet. But it’s sad to see.” You winced.

“That’s a rough one. Best of luck with him, Art Squad. Thank you. I owe you one. Seriously.”

“You definitely do, Jewels.” His smile is blindingly bright as he jokes. It makes you smile back.

“See you around.”

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[lisinfleur]

Et Bånd Mellem Krigere - Chapter 1: Before we meet again

Author’s Notes | Okay! I couldn't be mouth shut. You guys know me very well and as Sy says, I'm the "Queen of The Fix-It Fictions" with pride! When I first watched Kriger I was already pissed off with Mads' fate and he became my sweetheart. But A Bond Between People brought us another sweet guy for us to increase our guilty pleasures and love as if he wasn't a criminal after all. Adrian is what was missing for me to launch the Danish Cute Criminals hashtag and go for it! I love these guys, but the Danish writers seem to be really committed to ripping my heart out of my chest! First Mads, now Adrian! Both about to be fathers; both trying desperately to get something they weren't able to reach; both unfairly killed in the end for things they didn't do, betrayed by friends, shot in the head. Fuck the whole universe! I saved Mads once, now its time for him to pay me the favor! I hope you guys like this fic I literally puked 45 minutes after watching A Bond Between People. This came from the bottom of my angry heart and I want to thank @lol-haha-joke for brainstorming with me and allowing this to happen so soon! Love you, babe! Now, let's save Adrian as well! Universe | Crossover between the series Kriger and the movie A Bond Between People Pairing | Mads x Joy, Adrian x Reader Info | Fix It Fiction Words | 2310 ⁑ Warnings: SPOILERS from both the series and the movie. Cursing.

The loud sound of the brakes of Mads' motorcycle could be heard around a quarter further from where Mads was now on the ground. It wasn't a big fall but his bike would be scratched for sure!

Fuck... He shouldn't be thinking about this. Someone was crossing the street and all that effort was to save a life Mads still didn't know if he had saved or not.

"Hey... hey, bro. Are you okay?" a male voice asked and Mads felt someone touching his shoulders, helping him to stop the dizziness and focus his vision once again.

Blinking his eyes a few times, Mads could recognize the guy that was trying to run across the street and caused the whole accident by not looking at the green signal allowing the drivers to go and run over him like a pigeon. So, he was alive, at least.

Mads accepted his hand and the guy ran forward to lift his motorcycle and take it out of the street as Mads was cleaning his pants from the asphalt dust and checking if there wasn't any broken shit in his pockets.

"Blessed be the Gorilla Glass..." he mumbled, checking out his phone without a single scratch.

The jeans, on the other hand, would have to be exchanged - but at least it wasn't his skin ragged like that.

"Fuck... I'm sorry, bro. I wasn't looking. I should have... I was distracted. Shit," the guy seemed nervous, rubbing his face, sighing.

Mads' smiled: his leg took almost all the damage and the motorcycle scratches would be easy to repair. The guy was really nervous when he patted his shoulder, taking off the helmet and smiling.

"It's fine, dude. I'm glad you're alive, at least. I thought I would run over your head or some shit like that," he giggled, causing the guy to smile, still rubbing the short hair in his nape, a little clumsy.

"I'm late for work... I'll have to go, but... Hey, take my cellphone number. We can talk about the damage. I'll help you to fix it. I'm Adrian, by the way," the guy said, extending his hand that Mads gently shook.

"Mads. Don't worry, Adrian. I can repair this easily. Not a big deal. Do you want a ride?" he offered to what Adrian smiled.

It would be a hand for him since he wouldn't be able to reach the slaughtering house in five minutes not even if he could put a jetpack in his ass.

"Sure thing! Thanks, bro! You're literally saving my ass..."

"Get on," Mads smiled, "Where is your work?"

Adrian explained to Mads where was the slaughtering house - a place Mads seemed to know very well, because he made their way there in less than three minutes, giving Adrian his first day right on time to sign in.

It was only when Adrian was already placing his backpack at the locker that he remembered he didn't give his phone number to Mads.

"Shit!" he cursed, the guy was cool and now he wouldn't be able to pay for those damages... "Damn memory..."

Maybe Mads would search for him at work later. Maybe they would see each other again. Something was telling Adrian it would happen. He decided to just let it go and focus on the slaughtered pigs he had to clean for the day...

  "Fuck..."

It was coming from the door of the club, but Adrian could hear the voice at the radio when the security guard called for a backup at the door - boy was a loser: whatever problem he had he would ask for back up. Adrian was counting the days for that ass to be kicked away so he would take his place at the door for some more money.

"Fuck, fuck, I'm sure it was here somewhere, just gimme a second," the guy insisted as the security guard called again and Adrian got up, sighing.

It wasn't his day of work, but the buddy at the station wasn't there to hear the guard's appeals and if he was able to solve the problem maybe The Monk would give him the position at the door easier.

So, Adrian left his beer and went to the door, but his eyes caught a known figure, searching in his pockets nervously for an ID he didn't know where it was.

"This guy has no ID and insists on getting his way into the club," the guard said and Adrian smiled when Mads looked at the guard, annoyed.

"I brought it, I'm sure it's here and... Hey, Adrian!" Mads recognized him and Adrian smiled, patting the guard's shoulder.

"He's with me," he said, smiling at Mads and calling him in with one of his hands. "You can let him in."

Mads smiled, but the guard stopped him with one hand in his chest looking at Adrian, who insisted.

"Buddy, I'm telling you; the guy is with me. If anything happens, you can tell The Monk I put him in. It's fine."

Still suspecting Adrian's words and afraid that would give him any kind of shit, the guard took his hand out of the way and allowed Mads to pass.

Smiling, the two of them shook hands and Adrian ordered a beer for the friend he thought he wouldn't see anymore.

"Thanks, bro," Mads said, sitting beside Adrian and accepting the bottle he offered, taking a sip to wash his throat. "I think I forgot that shit home. I mean, who walks around with an ID all the time?"

"Sometimes you just don't wanna be recognized," Adrian joked and the two of them laughed together.

What was supposed to be a long and solitary night for Adrian - since he was at the club after having a fight with Victoria once again - ended up becoming a good night and the good beginning to a friendship that would last for a long time.

From time to time, Adrian would help Mads to go into the club without his ID - or just let him in after he got the position of the guard. From time to time, Mads would help Adrian to arrive at the slaughtering house on time to prevent him from losing his job.

From time to time they would have day offs together and fish, or drink beer together and talk about how Mads was happy after he found Joy around or how Adrian would go rich with that shit he was selling for The Monk.

However, one day it just suddenly stopped.

There wasn't anyone at the spot in the morning, late or running to go to work, in need of a ride. And Mads stayed out of the club three nights in a row for not having his ID to come in...

Adrian wasn't anywhere. Nor answering the text messages he sent.

So, one day, Mads just decided to stop by the place Adrian was always coming out when they met at the bus stop - a place he presumed was his house. A blonde girl opened the door and Mads smiled, despite she didn't smile back.

In fact, she frowned.

"What do you want? Who are you??"

Mads' smile diminished. The girl seemed to be tired, her eyes marked by crying.

"Are you Victoria?" he asked, "Is this Adrian's house?" Mads asked, thinking he could have knocked on the wrong place.

But her face became even angrier and her voice became harsh.

"Adrian was arrested! He'll go to jail for that damn shit you guys were selling for him! I don't know who the fuck you are but stay away from my house. Adrian is not here. He won't be here anymore! Get out!" she yelled, before slamming the door almost hitting Mads' face.

Mads went back to his motorcycle; his eyes looking at the spot where he almost hit Adrian for the first time. The empty space on the sidewalk remembering him of his friend he wouldn't see in a while.

Fucking cops...

He would miss that guy.

"Fuck..."

Mads cursed when he wasn't able to find his ID into his wallet.

"Nevermind," he said, already ready to leave the queue that burnt one hour of his life just to get to the end and not being able to enter the club because of that stupid ID again.

At those moments, he would always remember his friend Adrian... Boy was away for what? Four years now? Life wasn't the same without that jerk to let him in and share the beer.

"Get in."

Those words stopped Mads, surprising him and causing him to turn back to look at the guard's face - a thing he lost the habit to do since a different guy has taken Adrian's place.

But it was impossible to avoid smiling when his eyes caught a pair of icy blues looking at him.

"Haha... Look who's fucking back in town!" Mads said, embracing his friend that patted his back twice before smiling at him. "You're fucking bald, man!"

Adrian rubbed the exposed head, his hair still cut low as they did in prison. Something practical, he had to admit, but something he was glad to get rid of.

"My turn will be done in an hour," Adrian said, smiling at Mads. "Get my bench warm and my beer cold, bro!"

"Sure thing!" Mads said, going into the bar with his best smile.

There was so much he wanted to talk to Adrian! So much news to tell! The last hour of Adrian's turn at the door dragged itself slowly for the two of them since both were anxious to speak to each other.

But it ended anyway and Adrian took a minute to get rid of his work suit and sit beside Mads at the bar.

"Fuck, dude, I thought you would be in there forever," Mads said, smiling. "I missed you, bro! For fucking freedom!" he said, raising his beer and touching Adrian's bottle in a toast before the two of them could drink.

"For fucking freedom," Adrian repeated, sighing satisfied with the long and cold sip of his beer. "Fuck, man... I missed everything outside, but our conversations were what I missed the most. Almost four years fucking talking to the walls, man. That place would get me mad..."

"I get you," Mads said, sipping his beer again, "The cops had taken me sometimes and I slept at their amazing accommodations a few nights. Can't get how did you survive four years inside that shitty place, bro."

"Thinking on how much I wanted to go out," Adrian answered, and both of them smiled. "But what's up, brother? What did I miss?" he asked and Mads' smile became silly.

"Joy is pregnant, bro," he said, causing Adrian to smile bigger and pull him into his embrace.

"Fuck, brother! We must celebrate! You gonna be a hell of a father, Mads!"

"Yeah, you have no idea of how excited I am! We kinda got married since you left. I mean, we didn't get married yet, this shit is expensive as fuck, but we're living together, so she's practically my old lady now," Mads said, smiling. "And now we're waiting for our boy. It's a boy, dude. I gonna be a father and I can't stop smiling at this."

"I kinda can get you," Adrian said, with a smile, but a smaller one. "Victoria is pregnant as well."

Mads looked at him surprised.

"Fuck! Already?? How long are you out, brother?"

"It's not exactly mine," Adrian said, and Mads sighed.

It wasn't hard to feel Adrian's disappointment, but also, it wasn't hard to notice he was doing his best to turn that thing in something good for them both.

"I mean, I was out for four years, not that we can blame her, but... Well, we gonna keep the baby and I decided to adopt him so... I kinda gonna be a father soon as well!" Adrian tried, smiling little.

"Brother, are you happy with this?" Mads asked, looking straight into his eyes.

"I wanna be, for real," Adrian answered. "I always wanted to have a kid... Victoria had her plans with the school and stuff, but I always wanted to start my own family, so... I'm happy. I am," he affirmed, feeling Mads' hand patting his back.

"Then fuck the whole universe, brother, we gonna be fathers and our boys gonna fucking rule the world!" Mads said, causing Adrian's smile to become bigger and they toasted, smiling at each other.

Pity Adrian couldn't stay too long: he had to work the next day. Piling jobs was something that would exhaust him, Mads knew it very well, but he could understand.

After all, both of them had children to take care of, right?

"Hey, I'm working at the warehouse of the Wolves' club now. But the place is fucking huge and I think the that works with me will quit soon. I'll take a look if I can get a job for you. Maybe they can take you in. It would be nice to have you around and they also have some services for us during the day... You're a butcher, right? I'm sure they can find you something for good money. Better than what you're doing now for sure." Mads suggested and Adrian smiled.

"Call me. At any time," he said, smiling bigger.

"I will, brother. I will," Mads said, smiling.

His eyes following his old friend leaving the club, fast steps to go back home.

It was good to have Adrian back in town. Mads had already put CC in, so maybe Tom wouldn't be afraid of having another friend of his around. And in Tom's kind of business, a butcher was always welcome.

Depending on how strong were Adrian's guts, he would really be able to make some money there...

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[victoria-writes]

Masterlist

All fanfics I've ever written with tumblr links! Also all available on my AO3

Ira Blood

One-Shot - Internet friends to something more

Lynn Angel

Bad First Impression - Your first meeting doesn't go smoothly

Nick Hoult

Let Me Stay! - Nick being a freeloader at your apartment

Legolas

Elvish for Dummies - Legolas teaches you Elvish, established relationship

I will never forget you - Legolas proposes to you and reassures you that he wants to be with you

Loki

What's a Patty Cake? - Teaching Loki Midgardian games during a rainy day

Wolverine

Reckless - Logan drives you crazy with how reckless he can be, established relationship

Adrian Monk

Love Diagnosis - Monk has a crush on his new assistant (reader) and talks to his therapist about it

[stottlemorgan]

♥︎ Adrian Monk ♥︎

All of my Adrian Monk works in one place!

♥︎ Key ♥︎

♤ Smut ❘ ♡ Fluff ❘ ♧ Angst ❘ ! Evie's faves

♥︎ Adrian Drabbles ♥︎ Random thoughts and snippets about our favourite not-so-defective detective.

♥︎ Headcanons ♥︎

Female Reader

None yet!

♥︎ Series ♥︎

Female Reader

None yet!

♥︎ Oneshots ♥︎

Female Reader

None yet!

x Trudy Monk

! Tropical Breeze 942 ♡♧ Grieving. Monk experiences memories of Trudy from the most surprising of places.

♥︎ Works in progress ♥︎

[stottlemorgan]

♥︎ Evie's WIPs ♥︎

Oh, hello! You're wondering what I'm up to, are you? Well, grab a mug of your favourite warm drink, and I'll tell you...

♥︎ Key ♥︎

♤ Smut ❘ ♡ Fluff ❘ ♧ Angst

♥︎ Arthur Morgan ♥︎

Can I Sleep in Your Arms? (x Female Reader) - Arthur turns up at your cabin in the night after witnessing something that will forever change him. ♡♧

A Good Night's Rest (x Female Reader) - You struggle to sleep. Being the gentleman that he is, Arthur tries to help (by fucking you into the bed until you're so worn out that you fall asleep). ♤

Untitled - Colter Arthur x Female Reader smut. ♤

Lieutenant Morgan - I'm workin' on a whole Modern (2000) AU where Arthur is a Lieutenant in the Homicide Division of the Salt Lake City Police Department <3

Untitled (x Female Reader) - Low Honour Arthur returns home to simultaneously piss you off and make you moan. Dubcon. ♤

♥︎ Leland Stottlemeyer ♥︎

Untitled - Leland is having a stressful shift at the precinct. You check on him and you both... Destress together over his desk. ♤

Refuge (x Female Reader) - Leland gets kicked out yet again by his wife. Instead of withstanding Monk's meticulous habits, he decides to "crash at a motel" and comes to your place. It only makes the situation more complicated when repressed feelings rush to the surface. ♤♡♧

Untitled (x Female Reader) - The gang (You, Leland, Adrian, Sharona, and Randy) are paying Dale 'The Whale' Biederbeck a visit. Little do you and Leland know, Mr. Biederbeck has rather quickly sussed out the nature of your relationship. Quite inconvenient, seeing as you have successfully hidden it for the past six months. ♤

♥︎ Simon Ghost Riley ♥︎

Nothing yet! Send me a request for him, if you fancy it!

♥︎ Adrian Monk ♥︎

Donuts (x Female Reader) - Adrian gets flustered watching you eat some donuts. ♤

[victoria-writes]

Ty to everyone giving my adrian monk x reader fic love!! I never expected so many ppl to enjoy it and I really appreciate all the feedback, likes, & reblogs 🫶🩷🩷😭😭

[victoria-writes]

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Who are you?

My name’s Victoria. This is my fanfic, headcanon, and imagine blog. My AO3 is also victoria-writes. I’ll be posting both here and there. 

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Who/What do you write?

I only write reader insert fanfics. Below is a list of all the fandoms & characters I write for. If the character you want isn't on the list, I may still be able to write for them! Just ask

Marvel/MCU/X-Men - Loki & Wolverine

John Doe Game - John Doe

Dan vs. - Dan

All Saints Street - Any, faves are Lynn and Nick

Supernatural - Castiel

Gorillaz - 2D

Stardew Valley - Any, faves are Harvey and Seb

Beetlejuice - Movie, musical, & toon beetlejuice

Columbo - Lt. Columbo

Baldur’s Gate 3 - Most, faves are Astarion, Rolan, and Karniss

Lord of the Rings - Legolas

Monk - Adrian Monk

More to come in the future :)

[rootin-tootin-n-kind]

New fic from my other account!! :3

Love Diagnosis

Pairing: Adrian Monk x Reader

Summary: Monk has a crush on his new assistant (reader) and talks to his therapist about it

Word Count: 1,544

Notes: She/Her pronouns are used for the reader. Trudy Monk, Leland Stottlemeyer, and Natalie Teeger are mentioned but don't make an appearance. Entire fic is just dialogue between Adrian and Dr. Kroger. Mentioned age gap between Monk and the reader.

Read it on AO3 here

Story:

“You don’t understand, doctor. This isn’t some cute crush. I can’t get her out of my head!”, Monk said frantically from the chair he sat in across from his therapist.

“Adrian”, Dr. Kroger began while taking off his glasses and sitting forward in his chair, “it’s perfectly normal to look forward to seeing someone you like. It seems that you and Y/N have developed a special relationship and it’s only natural for you to think of her. If anything, this is great progress. It means you’re moving on after losing Trudy”.

“No, no, no, no”, said Adrian as he waved his hands about, “I am not moving on from Trudy. She is my wife. Y/N is a parasite who has infected my brain. She’s probably an alien. That’s the only explanation. A very pretty alien, but an alien”.

Dr. Kroger smiled, “Y/N is not an alien. It’s okay to be scared. You and Trudy were together for a long time and you were both very devoted to each other”.

“I can’t be scared because I’m not moving on. How can I be scared to do something I’m not doing?”

“Adrian-“

“It’s like she’s taken me hostage in my own mind. Everywhere I look, she’s all I think about. I walked into a CVS with Natalie today to get more wipes and I saw the shampoo section. Why was my first thought ‘What kind of shampoo does Y/N use? She always smells so nice.’?” 

Dr. Kroger sets his glasses on the table next to him, “I’m going to suggest something that may sound a little crazy to you. Have you considered telling her how you feel?”

“…Dr. Kroger”, Monk scoffed, “Are you sure we’re sitting in the right seats? Because where I’m sitting it seems that you may be the one that needs help if you think that is a reasonable solution.”

“So I’m going to take that as a no.”

“Of course, I haven’t talked to her about it!”

“And why is that?”

“….well…”

“Well?”

“…” 

“You’re frightened she may not feel the same way as you do.”

“…yes”

“And if she does feel the same way, you don’t want to know because then you’d have to accept the fact that you’re in love with a woman after Trudy’s passing.”

“yes”, Monk grumbled while looking at the floor with sudden interest.

“So you think it’s better to bury your feelings deep inside and only let them out during our sessions”

“Now you’re getting it. I’m so glad we could come to an understanding”, Monk smiled and sat back in his chair, relieved. 

“Adrian, these feelings aren’t just going to disappear overnight because you don’t want to face them. You see her almost every day now.”

“This is all Natalie’s fault.”, Adrian furrowed his brows as he spoke, “I wouldn’t have had to hire another assistant if she didn’t need so many days off.”

“Natalie needed the time off to take care of her daughter as a single mother. It’s a miracle she was able to balance work and her child for as long as she did.”

“Yeah, well, she should’ve balanced for longer so I wouldn’t have to deal with this.”

“Tell me, what is it that you like about Y/N?”

“She smells nice.”

“You mentioned that already”

“She’s a good assistant. She’s very clean and doesn’t touch me without asking. I like her hairstyle too, not just the shampoo. Her nails are neat and manicured, so I don’t feel disgusted by the thought of her touching me.”

“Anything else?”

“When she does touch me…her hands are soft.”

Dr. Kroger looked at Adrian with raised eyebrows and interest written across his face.

“Y/N, she has a certain way of talking. She emphasizes certain words in her sentences and talks with her hands.” 

At this point, Adrian is staring up at the ceiling and smiling fondly as he pictures Y/N in his mind, “She gets so animated when she’s passionate. And she has so many strong opinions on things. Things I never even give a second thought to. Just the other day, she went on a very passionate rant about what kind of handle she prefers on umbrellas.”

“I would’ve thought you’d have an opinion on that sort of thing.” 

“Oh, I do now that I’ve thought about it. I much prefer the curved handles to the straights ones, even if they have grooves for the fingers to sit”, he scoffs and shakes his head, “the fingers are never as comfortable on those as they are on the curved handles and-“

“I think we’re getting off track here. Is there anything you dislike about her?”

“Oh, yes”, Adrian quickly nodded, “She’s a horrible driver and always parks crooked. She’s lucky she has me or she’d anger a lot of other drivers with her parking.”

“Uh-huh.”

“She chews on her mints and I can’t stand the sound. What psychopath chews on those? You’re supposed to let them sit in your mouth.”

“I see.”

“She stands too close to me wherever we go. Like I said she doesn’t touch me without asking but she’s always so close.”

“And that bothers you?”

“Yes, my heart starts to beat very fast and I can’t breathe sometimes. Once I thought I was having a heart attack but she told me I was just having a panic attack and made me do breathing exercises with her.”

“Did they help?”

“Yes, but only for a little bit because she kept standing close to me after that. She was worried I would faint so she stood even closer.”

“And?”

“I’ve never had clammier hands in my life.”

“Did you have these symptoms when you first started to see Trudy?”

“I…I don’t remember. It was all so long ago. Let’s not talk about that.”

“I apologize if I made you uncomfortable. Let’s move on from that.”

“Okay.”

“…”

“I had eggs for breakfast this morning but the yolk was a little too runny. That made my skin itch.”

“Let’s not talk about eggs.”

“Okay.”

“If you and Y/N were to enter a romantic relationship-“

“That would never happen.”

“Humor me for a second. If you and Y/N entered a romantic relationship, what do you think it would be like? Truly imagine it for me. What would dating Y/N look like?”

“I…I don’t know. I’m not dating her so how would I know?”

“Just try and imagine it.”

“Okay.”, Adrian sighed quietly as he closed his eyes, “Okay. I’m imagining.”

“Go on.”

“We’d have to spend a lot of time together. That’s what couples do.”

“What would that time spent together look like?”

“I suppose we would hang out at my house. Go to different places around town. Maybe to that coffee shop she likes.”

“Which shop is that?”

“The one on third avenue with the blue walls.”

Adrian’s eyes were still closed but he could hear the smile in Dr. Kroger’s voice, “You remember the kind of things she’s passionate about, little details about her, and even what coffee shop she likes.”

“I’m a detective. It’s my job to remember things about people.”

“Do you know how she takes her coffee?”

“Of course.”

“Do you know how Natalie takes her coffee?”

“No”

“Do you know how Captain Stottlemeyer takes his coffee?”

“No”

“Interesting. Have you ever thought about kissing Y/N?”

Adrian opened his eyes, “I don’t see how that’s relevant.”

“I find it very relevant. Have you thought about kissing her?”

Adrian took a long pause before answering, “Yes. Once she stood very close to me, she stands much too close to me, and I…”

“You…?”

“I was looking at her lips and I started to lean in but I pulled away.”

“Did she know you wanted to kiss her?”

“I don’t think so. When she asked why I was staring I lied and told her she had dry lips and needed to put on chapstick. It couldn’t have been further from the truth. Her lips looked very”, he pauses looking for the right word in his mind “soft.”

“Has she ever indicated any interest in you in a romantic sense?”

“I don’t think so.”

“No, you wouldn’t.”, Dr. Kroger sighs, “Adrian, there is only one solution to this dilemma and that is to speak to her about it.”

“That would be highly inappropriate. I’m her employer and several years older than her.”

“While that is true, she has the right to know about this. She spends nearly every day with you.”

“What if she quits? Then, I’d have to find another assistant and I don’t want her to go.”

“That is a risk you’ll just have to take. It is much more likely that she will either tell you she doesn’t feel the same way or that she does. She’s your assistant but she’s your friend too. I’m sure she’d understand.”

“But what if she doesn’t?”

“But what is she does?”

Monk sat in silence with no rebuttal prepared. What could he possibly say to that?

“We’re nearing the end of our time together, Adrian. Next time you see Y/N, politely tell her how you’ve been feeling about her.” 

“...”

“Adrian, tell her.”

“Yes, Dr. Kroger.”

“I’ll see you on Tuesday.”