#adrian monk/trudy monk

[kidneys-and-custard]

I will never get over this show!!

[egg4bread]

Can’t blame Monk for always choosing blonde.

[mincedmeat-draws]

Do i look like him?

[mndvx]

MR. MONK’S LAST CASE: A MONK MOVIE (2023) dir. Randy Zisk

[willowbee-brook]

I like when Monk talks about Trudy. He is truly in love with this woman and his expressions of love are for the small details he noticed about her all throughout their time together.

[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.

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.”

[mr-stottlemonk]

Imagine Monk, Trudy and Leland, but it’s Poly

hell yeah, bi power. more love. triple the hugs. you hurt monk you get a duo who will make you REGRET and REAP in more ways than you're ready for.

[karihighman]

BTS FROM MR. MONK’S LAST CASE AKA: THE MONK MOVIE PREMIERING DEC. 8 ON PEACOCK 😀🧼🔍 | 📷: IG linked here.

Also enjoy this pic of Tony Shalhoub at the Packers vs. Chiefs game yesterday via WWE IG:

[s-misaki]

“I went to the grave and it still hurt.”

[thinkingisadangerouspastime]

just realized how well trudy and adrian fit for:

"i'll take care of you."

"it's rotten work."

"not to me. not when it's you."

[kidneys-and-custard]

Close Behind by Noah Kahan

[egg4bread]

his mind made her age with him.

[stottlemorgan]

Tropical Breeze / Adrian Monk x Trudy Monk

Summary: Monk experiences memories of Trudy from the most surprising of places. Tags: Not sure what to tag this as but in Monk fashion, grief, memories, a little fluffy, wistful Word count: 942. Author’s Note: This idea came about while I was looking through the chatter in the Monk discord, so, thanks to @churippu and @lassie-face for the idea! Ao3 Link. All photos above are sourced from Pinterest.

Click. Adrian’s hand reaches out, palm flat and facing the bright summer sky.

“Wipe.”

Tucking her unruly curls behind her ears in an attempt to fight the breeze, Sharona’s eyes roll before she plunges her hand into her handbag. She gives a quick glare to the back of Adrian’s head, her heels clacking against the pavement as she rushes to catch up to his determined strides.

“You don’t deserve a wipe,” she snarks, pulling out the packet and retrieving a wipe regardless, “I can’t believe you refused to shake Doctor Clifton’s hand. That man saves lives.”

“That man, Sharona,” Adrian retorts, glancing at her as they walk, “owns cats.”

Snatching the wipe with his usual discourtesy, Adrian begins to cleanse his hands. The familiar, soothing coolness of the soft cloth brings his shoulders down to a normal tensity, along with the internal racket of anxiety that had built during the suspect questioning. Though, this time, something is off. His shoes scuff against the pavement as he slows to a stop; his expected, cleanly reprieve shaken by an aroma not unfamiliar to him but habitually avoided.

It’s sweet. Fruity. Redolent… Pleasant.

Adrian’s lashes flutter as his mind reels back, the error, his compulsion, fiercely warring with the flashing of memories. Sunsets and colourful flowers and sugary breaths of laughter, utterly saccharine. Both in their physicality and their metaphorical sense as such beauty is woven into the tapestry of her. He slowly drags the wipe from within his fist, feeling the wetness coat his palm and watching it flop as he holds it in his other hand, staring. Sharona turns back to him, having accidentally passed him.

“Adrian?” Her eyes scan over his face, his slow-moving hands, his feet which are slightly askew due to stopping so ungainly.

“The wipe, it’s…” He trails off, swallowing thickly. The next breath he takes is shaky, deeper, the scent stuttering into his lungs as he both wants and fears each bud of emotion blooming throughout his body. Sharona’s brow furrows, her mouth bowing southwards as she steps a little closer, tentative, worried.

“It’s what? Is it wrong–?”

“No, no– It– It’s not wrong,” Adrian shakes his head, stumbling back a couple of paces, both hands now clutching the wipe, holding it to his chest, each breath bringing forth another memory of her, of life before. Her eyes glimmering and her hair shining in the sunlight like the jewels that adorned her neck and ears, in fact, brighter. Her lips candied with rouge and the sticky pinkness from one of her many favourite fruity drinks. Adrian closes his eyes.

“Then what is it?”

The question is simple, though the tumult of feeling flurrying about Adrian’s chest and stomach is anything but. Adrian lifts the wipe to his face, pressing it over his nose and mouth, inhaling. Eyes wide and blinking, Sharona guffaws, “Adrian, what are you doing?”

“It’s Trudy.” He murmurs through the wipe.

Sharona’s upper lip curls, her eyes narrowing as she speaks over the cacophony of the surrounding city, “What’s Trudy?”

“The wipe.”

An uncontrolled and confused laugh bursts from Sharona, her earrings glinting in the afternoon light as she shakes her head, “The wipe is Trudy? Adrian.” With a sigh, she reaches toward the wipe, her fingertips barely grazing Adrian’s wrist before he flails backward, gasping so loudly that it makes her jump. The people filling the busy sidewalk flow around them, stepping out of the way, some casting Adrian an exasperated look. Sharona’s shoulders hike up and her teeth bare before she takes a moment to compose herself, huffing, “Adrian, come on. You’re being a little weird about this.”

“I’m a little weird about everything.” Adrian counters, turning himself away from her a bit and cradling the wipe to his chest.

Sharona tilts her head, pursing her lips, conceding, “Yeah, you are. But this is weird, even for you.” She dunks her hand into her purse again, rummaging for a wipe of her own, inquisitive. “The wipe is Trudy,” she mutters to herself, and Adrian brings the wipe to his face again as he watches her, “Pretty sure Trudy didn’t smell of disinfec–” She cuts off once she takes out the packet, seeing the peachy tones of the graphic and skimming the lurid font that reads Tropical Breeze. With a mimed “Oh”, she gestures with the packet toward Adrian, “These are the wrong wipes.”

“They are, yes.”

“I must’ve grabbed the wrong ones when I left this morning. I can get you some more at the store, come on.” Sharona softly takes hold of his upper arm, starting to guide him. He lets her spin him around but plants his feet flatly to the pavement once she tries to walk, his voice high and straining to be casual,

“No, no, it’s okay.”

“It’s okay?”

“Yeah, may– maybe next time you could even uh– y’know, get twenty packets of fresh and twenty packets of–” he leans in a bit, scanning the font, “Tropical Breeze.”

Adrian starts off in the other direction, and Sharona’s hold on his arm brings her clumsily along with him. Her expression is that of soft bewilderment as she releases his arm, stuffing the wipe packet back into her bag.

“Trudy liked tropical scents, hm?” She asks, a light smile pulling at her lips when she spots Adrian rubbing gently at his cheek with the wipe. He nods as he walks, a small and wistful sigh escaping him.

“Yeah, the bright flowers, the sea, the sun– Hell–” Adrian chuckles, savouring the touch of the wipe against his cheek as though it were a kiss from Trudy, “She was the sun.”

[mitsuki91]

Once again I am reminded that I like one type of bond with the superiority of Monk/Trudy as a ship (yes, I love man who are pathetically in love with his wife even after death :v)

[mossmx]

I need to make Monk gifs, but what really wrecks me is that he *loves* the physical comfort from people, when he can relax enough to accept it... I bet, before Trudy's death, Monk and Leland were more physical, since even after all the trauma Monk still goes for him for physical comfort: hugs, hand touches, just general "please hold me"...

[alexisnoir]

Mr Monk's Last Case

Okay, so Adrian Monk was and still is my first show thanks to which I was in a fandom. This show is the reason I can write, talk and understand English language, even though I had English language lessons at school. The show was like a teacher that would give me one hour assignment which I would repeat day after day for a week until the next assignment. That pattern would repeat itself for the next 6-7 years (I wasn't in the shows fandom in season 1 and joined when season 2 was at the end)

I met a lot of great people who were helpful, kind, understanding to this young Polish girl trying to teach herself another language, knowing mostly basics and nothing else, using Google translator and any dictionary she could find.

I was with the fandom when the news of Stanley Kamel death was announced, he was on the official shows forum, talking to us, interacting with us. Yes, we used the official USA network forum to talk and share stuff, fanfiction and art included.

I remember there fans who met with Michael Shalhoub, Tony Shalhoubs brother, can't remember if this was at his house or one of the fans. But those were the days where actors could go and meet fans, talk to them, meet with them. Now I can't imagine something like this happening.

Since Mr Monk's Last Case has its premiere today December 8th on Peacock, that's what I'm going to do - watch it!