I was imagining how the MCU women would wake you up for morning sex and got stuck on Wanda... Now I finally wrote blurbs for a few characters and I will post them as soon as I've edited them.
Wanda: She finds a new spell in the Darkhold and wants to try it out, doesn't matter that you're still asleep. Link
Kate: She wakes up horny, so she gets up and puts on her favorite strap. She wakes you up, rubbing it against your ass, asking which hole you would like stuffed this fine morning.
Monica: She's so nice about waking you up, soft kisses pressed all over you face. She makes you choose between her strap, fingers and mouth. She even let's you set the pace but is not afraid to help out when you're too tired.
Xialing: The head of the Ten Rings worked through the night, but luckily you were able to sleep a few hours. On your blanket. Next to her throne. In a room bustling with her goons and soldiers. Naked.
Agatha: You fall asleep with her strap inside you, you wake up with her strap inside you. But she's been awake for longer than you.
Captain Carter: Peggy comes back from a mission while you're sleeping, so when you wake up with her thigh between yours, you grind on it until she wakes up and fucks you properly. Link
Carol and Valkyrie: You wake up sandwiched between them, hot and sweaty, but you're not going to complain. Especially not when they remind you of your manners.
Hela: A sharp pull on your leash wakes you up on your matress next to her bed. But you're smart enough not to move until she tells you to.
Author's Note: I wrote most of these in a public library and tried really hard not to include my raging mommy kink in any of them. Agatha will always make me fail at that. Other warnings would be a bouquet of straps, some pet play, maybe some dubious consent, but definitely soft!Monica. Individual warnings will be in separate posts. If you want to see a specific character first, come scream at me about it.
pairing: edelgard von hresvelg x gn!reader x monica von ochs
tags: polyamorous relationship (throuple), silly & wholesome fluf, love triangle to polyamory
while edelgard has a thing for you from the start, monica isn't interested in you at first. she has quite the crush on edelgard, who's too focused on you at first
for a while, the three of you seem to be stuck in a never ending love triangle that perfectly loops around. until eventually, the love triangle is resolved by polyamory!
your relationship isn't great from the start. monica is too obsessive of a lover and edelgard switches been clingy and distant, due to her responsibilities
though with time and proper communication, the three of you truly grow in this relationship!
monica is the most affectionate one! while she's only clingy with edelgard at first, she soon begins to be very loving with you too! she just says what's on her mind, no matter how much that flusters edelgard or you… and the same goes for touches! she'll just hug or kiss you without a warning!
edelgard is far more reserved, but while monica lives from one moment to the next, edelgard is already thinking about the future – especially her future with you!
edelgard wants to marry in the future, as well as live a peaceful life with you and monica. after the war, she wants to make up for all the time she lost…
Familiar places float by, morphing into different ones. This classroom may be virtual, or it may be real. The lines blurred a long while ago, when you lost control of all that was your own. Her hands hold the strings, fingers writing the code of this world.
"Would you like some tea?" Your girlfriend's voice snaps you out of your thoughts. She sets down a silver tray with a soft smile. "I made some cupcakes as well. They're not as good as Natsuki's... but I have all the time in the world to practice, don't I?"
Your lips remain sealed. Still you accept the teacup, blowing gently to cool the drink down. Monica's smile takes on a sad twist as she sits down.
"I wish you'd talk to me again. I understand why you're upset... but this was the only way we could be together. If there was another way, I would have taken it, I promise. Merging the worlds came at a price... I couldn't have known it would be this. It's a bit much to ask, but I hope you'll understand."
You sip from the cup, holding many retorts at the tip of your tongue. The tea burns but you drink it down anyway. With your new form, you are barely human in this new shared reality. These worlds, virtual and real, were merged together indeed. Had the consequences not been so disastrous, you would have marveled at the results.
Such technology is far more than impressive. It is terrifying as well, of course, but ever the nerd, you would have been asking her all sorts of questions. How did she do it, how did it feel to gain consciousness for the first time, how does she feel about the two worlds- so many interesting talks could have been had. Perhaps you could have even fallen for her as she wishes you would. However, with the current circumstances, that could never happen- at least not in the innocent way she wanted the events to unveil.
"People do crazy things when they're in love, don't they?" Her smile strains, but it stays on her lips nonetheless. In spite of all her apologies, she gained everything she wanted. The club members were barely a sacrifice, since they were not alive. Not a single thing in Monica's world was alive aside from her.
Yours is alive- was alive- from each tiny plankton to every person walking the Earth. The selfishness of one individual wiped all of it clean, strangers and your loved ones alike. You frown as you set your teacup down onto its plate. If only you never downloaded that sketchy game. Monica reaches out the rest her hand over yours.
"Just remember that I love you, okay? I'll wait as long as you wish for me to. Anything you ask from me will be yours."
A while ago you would have killed to have someone utter such sweet words to you. The person would have barely even mattered. Coming from her, however, they taste like poison.
All you had wanted was to play a silly dating simulator to get your thoughts away from your bleak life. In spite of how cliche you thought the saying was before, you cannot help but agree that a person never truly appreciates a good enough until it disappears. Although the world was a bore, it was your own, and it still made sense. You had your mundane problems, complicated relationships and the ongoing struggle for money. In this void, you struggle to hold onto a sense of time, to a sense of sanity.
At first you thought of this as a bad dream. Everything seemed so bizarre, surely you were merely sleep deprived and hallucinating. Months have flown by now, yet this corrupt world remains.
Some days a sense of guilt shrouds your heart. She loves you unabashed, with a full heart. Monica has the time to wait; both of you have grown immortal due to her tampering with the mathematical workings of time. You could never hope to understand how she has done what she did, risen from a sentient artificial intelligence to something akin to an all-powerful god. She forgives you as if your love for her is an inevitability.
You are the solution to her equation of happiness, to put it in her terms. The worst part is that you know she is right. A human being is all that you are. The silence has worn you down. Soon you will break, even if only to curse her name.
Monica will look past it. She does show genuine guilt; she will comfort you and apologize. However, inside she will see this change as progress. Human beings have never been stagnant. Even if you try to fight the change in your mind, your body will adapt.
Your energy will soon run out. When that happens, your brain will adjust and produce different chemicals. Actively rejecting an idea does nothing when the body chooses survival. Seeking comfort, it will latch onto the one person it can. Although you know and dread this fact, you choose to reject Monica, the destroyer of these worlds, to the bitter end.
You wonder when that will come, the tragic end for the last shreds of your autonomy. On other days you wonder what it would be like to give up the fight. All of your efforts are, in the end, useless after all. Even her vast power cannot bring back the past. With the world gone, what else is there even left to do but to love her?
In spite of how busy she is, Edelgard’s love language is quality time. The second she has a break from her duty, she’ll take you away from people and responsibilities, to explore or just to drink in your presence. Her love is adventurous and cheerful, almost as to compensate for the childhood that was stolen from her. While she isn't the type to initiate kisses, she will melt if you kiss her anywhere, especially her cheeks.
On busy days, Edelgard hides away on the roof in order to make for a quick break. If you are near, she’ll send someone to fetch you, so she can have someone to lean on.
You are the only one who will be able to get under her emperor facade. She won’t have to regulate emotions or be mindful of herself. Being able to get her to trust enough that she completely lets go makes you her paradise.
While she isn't necessarily against PDA, she won't initiate because she always has a goal in mind when in front of people. If you initiate, she will become putty and forget her goal which will end up with Hubert being irritated that his plan needs to be saved or modified.
Hubert
I wanna be yours (Arctic Monekys)
On the rare occasion that you can get Hubert to love you, he loves hard, obsessively even. His very being is motivated by love, everything he does. His love language is gift giving with some acts of service. He isn't one for saying I love you, in words, but when he does, he's poetic and careful with how he does it. Almost as if you were to blink, you’d miss it entirely. However, if he were away for war and you were stuck somewhere else, his letters would contain nothing but endearments and poetic love confessions.
He’s not a huge fan of PDA but can look past linking arms or hand holding. Hubert is a decently traditional man, and he wouldn't want to lay with you sexually or not before marriage. But if you catch him in the library with no one around, he wouldn't mind letting you lean on him or wrap yourself in his arms.
Don’t be surprised to find little things you like in places you frequent. Hubert knows how busy both his and your schedules can be and how rarely they synchronize, so he leaves something to help you push through the day whenever he can. Things like a cup of water, a snack, or a damp rag to ensure you’re taking care of yourself. Everything accompanied with a black flower, of course. He especially loves when you acknowledge or thank his acts. He’s one that loves feeling useful and caring for you
Ferdinand
Until I found you (Stephen Sanchez, Em Beihold)
With loving Ferdinand, you receive a romance only spoken of in books. He absolutely spoils you as much as he can with the finest things and shows you off at every chance he can.
His love language is quality time and words of affirmation. He needs to have something with you every day or so to motivate himself. Should you drink tea with him, he’ll ensure the treats and tea are your favorite. Should you both have a free day, he’ll take you to see his territory. You make him feel alive, human even.
Though everything you do makes his cheeks flush red, he’ll absolutely melt when you verbalize your love for him. Compliment his hair, he’ll light up and compliment you in return. Praise him for his work, he’ll puff his chest with pride and smile for the rest of the day. But tell him you love him and watch his cheeks turn red, his noble facade fade, and his tongue still. He needs someone to remind him that he has worth outside his title.
Caspar
Paper Rings (Taylor Swift)
Caspar approaches his love with a passion that rivals how he feels for training. He loves taking you to train with him, no matter if you spar with him, if he carries you while running or if you sit on his back while he does push ups.
He likes giving (strange) gifts to you. Expect him to bring you random things he finds cool or reminds him of you. Screaming, he’ll run across the entire camp to show you a cool rock he found in the mess hall. When he’s forced to separate from you, he’ll make it a point to send the small things with a messenger or save them for you.
Giving him a place by your side means more to him then you realize. To love Caspar is to love him whether he is brimming with determination or anxiety. He’ll only allow you to see his moments of true weakness, when he actually lets his mind race. His future has never been guaranteed, so having you helps anchor his fears for the future.
Linhardt
Bloom (The Paper Kites)
Linhardt is one for soft, subtle love with his love languages being physical touch and acts of service. His love is like the feeling of nuzzling into you after a long day or gentle hands caressing his face. He will follow you around, no matter what you are doing. If he can lean on you, sleep on you, or touch you while you're attending to your business, he will, but if he can’t, he’ll stay a safe distance and patiently wait for you to finish.
Though, for physical touch, it’s not how you would expect. Linhardt would find comfort in smaller, simpler touches: leaning his legs against yours, his pinkie intertwined with yours, your breath brushing against his face softly. If, at some point, you decide to brush his hair, he won't brush his hair again. He’ll waddle up to you with his tired eyes and his brush and ask you to brush his hair for him.
Saying “I love you” for Linhardt are murmurs as he falls asleep or when he knows you're asleep while he’s indulging his curiosity for crests. Though he says it in other ways when you're sick or unwell. He’ll have all your work done and allow you to truly rest to repay what you do for him.
Bernadetta
Kindergarten (Chloe Moriondo)
Bernadetta loves through gifts and quality time. Most gifts she gives will be handmade gifts. She adores cute little matching sets both you and her can wear.
You're the only person she allows in her sanctuary (her room). She trusts you enough to not overthink around you which automatically makes you better than most. Her room is somewhere she can forget about the outside world’s troubles.
With dating Bernadetta, you can expect her to use you as a shield from other people, often talking from behind you. She finds fiddling with your hand or sleeve to be more comforting than her own hands or clothes. Your presence, visibly, makes her perk up. Watch her paranoid eyes soften and her cowering posture straighten when you walk into a room.
Petra
Oasis (Jasmine Thompson)
Petra, for you, will do her research on romantic gestures of Fodlan. She will ask everyone she knows, she searches books and studies them to please you and to assure herself that you feel loved. Though when you do the same for Brigid’s acts of love, she’ll become speechless and get uncharacteristically flustered.
She'll be absolutely ecstatic if you tell her you want to go with her to Brigid. She would begin teaching you the basics of the language and traditions, so you don’t feel completely lost as she did when she came to Fodlan.
Petra adores your hair with her entire being. No matter where you are or when, she absentmindedly combs her fingers through your hair or braids it. She won't realize how much she loves playing with your hair while talking to you about a topic of curiosity. When she does, expect her to invite you away to do just that.
Dorothea
Willow (Jasmine Thompson)
After being in the Opera Company and adored by many for years, Dorothea finds comfort in the little things she has left for herself. Especially in relationships, she keeps a private, not secret boundary.
At random, she will pull you close to fix your clothes, allowing her hands to linger and her fingers to softly graze. Needing something beside you, she allows herself to especially lean on you. If you hand her something, she grabs it rather slowly, allowing her hand to rest on yours momentarily.
After long, draining days, Dorothea will insist on slipping away with you. To her, it matters not what you do or talk about if you speak to begin with. Her depleted attitude will gradually recover as she absorbs your face’s creases and curves.
Her heart and mind both at ease, leaving her attractive facade at the camp. With you, she's Dorothea, not the Mystical Songstress. With you, she cares not for any stray hairs, any imperfections in her skin, and malfunctions in her wardrobe, but instead for the wind that sways around her and you, the accelerated beating of her heart, and your warm, welcoming presence.
Monica
Cloud 9 (beach bunny)
Monica’s love is unlike her admiration for Edelgard, instead it’s more slowed, believe it or not. Her infatuation is spent on Her Majesty, so when it comes to a relationship, Monica needs something that's soft and requited.
Because she rises at unreasonably early hours, Monica tends to you while you're asleep. She leaves you a cup of water and puts everything you’ll need for the day together. Beside it, a note with Monica’s uniquely curly handwriting on it, expressing her love for you.
When she returns, it will likely be after you’ve fallen asleep. Monica will quietly join you under the covers, wrapping her arms around you and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. The warmth that emits from you comforts her, nothing like the biting cold of the cell she was in.
Jeritza
Valentine (laufey)
Both Death Knight and Jeritza, even if he refuses to admit it, both adore anyone who's stronger than him. The thrill of battle plays with the Death Knight’s heart, and the possibility of death with his head. In contrast, your skills with a weapon remedies his worries and promises him someone to stay by his side.
Despite his elegance with a weapon, he’s terribly clumsy with tasks that require a steady, gentle hand. He wants nothing more than to help you when you are cooking, but the second you assign him a task, it somehow goes wrong. “Measure the flour, would you, Emile?” you tell him; almost immediately there’s a coating of flour on the table and in his hair. “Fill the pot with water, darling,” you hum; the pot suddenly slips through his hand, and the water manages to put out the fire.
He has never been one for words. If it were up to him, he wouldn't utter one more word to anyone except occasionally you or his sister. He would rather feel the warmth of your body against his, your fingers running through his unruly hair, and the soft brush of your lips against his.
After loving him for so long, Jeritza will allow you to use his real name and even prefer it over his alias. The way the syllables fall from your mouth keeps him anchored and tugs his heart strings like no other. It reminds him of his humanity and how dear you are to him.
Monica/chandler x Daughter!reader - family isn’t always blood
I love chandler he is so great. Could we get one where Monica and chandler’s teenage daughter gets in a fight with ross because she thinks he is being horrible to rachel. Then ross says something terrible about her so Monica kicks him out furious while chandler tries to comfort his kid. - Anon💜
You watched as your aunt cried again, all because of your uncle Ross.
He was horrible to her and you hated how he treated her, so while you watched your mom take her to her room, you stared at the door and waited.
A few minutes later Ross came through and that’s when you jumped over the couch, storming over to him you slapped him.
“Woah!” Joey yelled.
Quickly he pulled you away and held you.
“What was that for?!” Ross yelled.
“You! Asshole! Making Rachel cry! All you wanted was to be with her and now you’re breaking her heart!”
“It’s nothing to do with you, it’s adult stuff.” Ross sighed.
“I know what it is! It’s you being horrible and mean! Just because you don’t love her doesn’t mean someone else can!”
“It’s none of your business stay out of it!” Ross yelled back.
“Hey! Don’t yell at my kid Ross!” Chandler yelled.
“She started it!”
“Yeah, cause that’s not childish.” You scoffed, “you’re acting childish, that’s why you’re going to be alone Ross. Because you don’t know how to love.”
Ross stopped and looked at you.
“At least my parents loved me and didn’t give me up for adoption.” He snapped.
Your eyes widened, that was a low blow, and the moment Ross said it you knew from his face that he regretted it.
“Dude…” Joey whispered.
Chandler stood there in shock, not knowing what to say, Phoebe stood by the door trying to process what she had just heard while Monica and Rachel stood by the bedroom door.
“(Y/N) I…” he trialed off.
You shook your head, tears burning your eyes.
“Don’t.” You whispered.
You pulled yourself from Joey and stormed to your room, slamming the door shut as you sat by your bed, head buried in your knees as you begin to cry.
He knew why you were given to chandler and Monica, they all did.
It wasn’t because your real mom didn’t love you, it’s because she loved you and wanted you to have a good life, but it still hurt.
“Get out.“ Monica said lowly.
“I didn’t mean it…”
Monica stormed over and grabbed him by the arm.
“First Rachel, then (Y/N)?! Really Ross?! You know it hurts her!”
Monica dragged her brother to the door and slammed it closed behind them, and they could hear her yelling at him across the hallway in the other apartment.
Chandler turned to the others seemingly lost.
“Go to her.” Phoebe whispered.
Quickly, he snapped out of his shock and walked over to your room, knocking on the door before he opened it and came in.
Closing the door softly, he looked around your room before spotting you crying on the floor.
“Oh sweetheart…”
He was soon beside you, holding you against him while you cried.
It broke his heart to see you like this, he was angry, but he was more concerned for you right now.
Ross he could deal with later, but you were way more important.
“Listen to me okay? Ross is wrong, your birth mom loves you.”
“Yeah.. that’s why she gave me away…” you scoffed.
Chandler said, running his hand along your arm.
“She gave you to us because she couldn’t look after you, she wanted you to have a good life, one she couldn’t live. It’s not because she didn’t love you okay? She loved you so much she wanted better for you.”
You sniffled slightly, grabbing the picture from under your bed to look at.
It was you and your mom, a few days before she gave you to Monica and chandler.
“She doesn’t even send letters…”
“She’s getting better, and when she’s better she’s going to come see you, okay? I promise you (Y/N) your mom? She loves you. Me and Monica, we love you too.”
“Yeah…”
You stared at the picture and chandler sighed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he held you.
“Rachel loves you, Phoebe loves you, Joey loves you enough to share his food with you.”
This made you laugh slightly.
“And Ross… he does love you. He just.. doesn’t know what he can and can’t say sometimes. I’m not defending him, but he loves you.”
“He’s heartless.”
Chandler sighed, nodding his head.
“Yeah, he seems that way sometimes. But he cares to much, I’m proud of you for sticking up for Rachel.”
You sniffled again, setting the picture in your lap so you could wipe your eyes.
You rested your head on chandlers shoulder, staring at the door.
You could see the shadows of the others underneath it, you knew they were listening, ready to jump in if they had to in order to comfort you.
It was quiet for a few moments.
“(Y/N).”
“Yeah?”
“I love you, okay? Just remember that.”
You smiled, nodding your head slightly.
“I love you too dad.”
Kissing your head once more, chandler got up and held his hands out to you with a smile on his face.
Letting him help you up, he wiped the tears from your cheeks and placed a hand on your shoulder.
“Let’s go, I’m sure the others are waiting to say something.”
You nodded and followed him out of the room.
Monica was the first one to come over, wrapping her arms around you as she sighed.
“I love you, okay? No matter what happens.”
“I love you too mom…”
You kissed her cheek and she pulled away, Rachel was the next one to hug you.
“Thank you.” She whispered.
“You deserve better.”
She laughed and kissed your head before she pulled away for Phoebe to hug you.
“Ignore Ross, he sucks anyway.”
You laughed softly and hugged her back, nodding your head.
When she pulled away you looked at Joey, he gave you a sheepish smile and opened his arms.
Immediately you hugged him.
“I’ll get him back for ya kid.”
“Thanks Joey…”
Pulling away, you looked around and found Ross stood at the door, sporting teary eyes and a bloody nose.
Turning back to your mom, you gave you a smile and a shake of your head and she simply shrugged at you.
“(Y/N) I’m so sorry…” he whispered.
“Don’t bother…” you grumbled back.
With that, you went back into your room and shut the door again.
You’d forgive him some day, he was your uncle Ross after all. But right now you weren’t ready for that
Hi!! can i request Monika, yuri, sayori and natsuki from DDLC on how they would take care of their sick s/o? either headcanons or scenarios
Monika puts the upmost care for her s/o. Provides you with everyone you could need, tissues? Throw up buckets? Medicine? Food? She’s got some sense on how to deal with sick people.. given her crazy robotic intelligence and all.
Yuri tries her best! Gets a bit nervous about being sick herself, as well as doing a good job taking care of you but she tries her hardest. She hates the idea of you being sick, especially if it causes any pain or huge annoyance.
Sayori is good at taking care of you, she’s was your bestie for a reason, she has some experience in this department. She provides you with what you need while also having some fun with you in the process, usually consisting of video games.
Natsuki tries her best, actually enjoys taking care of you. Though that’s probably because it means she gets some time away from her father. Regardless, she’s good at taking care of you other than the insults and the fact she can’t make you food other than cupcakes.
all readers are gender neutral unless stated otherwise!
❣️— romantic
💛— platonic
🌻— fluff
🌪— angst
🌦— hurt/comfort
MARVEL:
Pietro Maximoff
Yours to Love; one-shot ❣️/ 🌻🌪
↳ Pietro Maximoff has been smitten with you at first sight. But you know how he is; it’s only a matter of time before another catches his eye. There always is.
Back to You; one-shot ❣️/🌻🌪
↳ in which Pietro comes back and seeks out the two most important people in his life, only to find out they’re gone.
alternatively can be seen as a fix-it fic !
Wanda Maximoff
In the Space Between; multi-chapter 💛/🌦🌪
↳ you don't remember anything before Westview. Yet you felt comforted here, as if someone wrapped you up in warmth, and you never questioned it. When things take a turn for the worst, you start to wonder: are things really as they seem in this small New Jersey town?
( w/ hints of ❣️Pietro )
Monica Rambeau
The Engineer; one-shot ❣️/🌪
↳ when Monica calls, you answer.
Loki
Family; drabble. 💛/🌪🌦
↳ Gods aren’t immune to time. Everything is just slow to fall apart.
Thor
Family; drabble. 💛/🌪🌦
↳ Gods aren’t immune to time. Everything is just slow to fall apart.
Peter Parker
Runaway; multi-chapter. ❣️/🌪🌦🌻
↳ After escaping what would have been the end for you, your travels bring you to New York. It was a perfect place to hide. But things get complicated when you keep running into the city’s protector. Even more so when you can’t escape him in his civilian identity.
can be pictured as any of the cinematic Peters, aka Maguire, Garfield, and Holland! Mutants, the Avengers, and SHIELD are mentioned but not heavily involved.
Pretty; one-shot❣️/🌻 | fem!Reader.
↳ You and your boyfriend have nicknames for each other. It’s sickening, really.
GENSHIN IMPACT:
Diluc
Little Things; one-shot. ❣️/🌻🌦
↳ Diluc doesn’t get along with most people. And you are no exception…. Until you are, and he can’t go back to seeing you in any other way.
BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA:
Todoroki Natsuo
Perfect; one-shot ❣️/🌦
↳ Dating a Todoroki is never easy. But you’d be damned if giving up was on your list. Or: Endeavor picks the wrong fight to start.
ONE PIECE:
Zoro
Into You; one-shot ❣️/🌪🌻
↳ After getting over a crush, Zoro is there to mend the pieces… and ends up giving you a new love to look forward to.
BUNGO STRAY DOGS:
Akutagawa
taking care of you; headcanons❣️/🌦🌻
↳ Ryunosuke loves your voice, more than he likes to admit. But when you’re left unable to talk, he makes sure that you have everything you need.
Prompt #15: “It’s kind of hard to igore the fact that you’ve been avoiding me.”
Masterlist (mobile version)
requested by anon
It’s been two weeks since Joey’s birthday, and you still haven’t managed to get the full picture of what happened. Well, you remember everything up to the time they brought out the jelly shots. That’s when you and Chandler, bored out of your minds, decided to see who could eat the most throughout the party and that’s when things start to get blurry. You remember sticking your tongue down a couple of people’s mouths, someone with a red skirt. But the biggest issue of that night was the fact that you slept with Monica. Yeah, your friend Monica. The one and only.You woke up next to her in her bed the motioning after. Both of you had been pretty drunk — more like wasted — and remembered very little about it. You had gone through your day without mentioning it, but with the promise to go back to the matter once you were alone.
Now, two weeks later, you still haven’t found the chance to talk to her about that night. One way or another, she’s never alone and in the few occasions that you manage to see her, she’s on her way to work and is always running late, which is as unlike Monica as it can be. It’s getting unnerving, because you’ve been stressing over it for the past two weeks. Trying to find the right words and see if maybe something more can come from that drunken night.Deciding that enough is enough, you ask for Rachel and Phoebe’s help to get her alone once and for all.
It’s a Thursday night and Monica usually comes back earlier than the other days. Rachel and Phoebe have decided to go see a movie with the others and left you alone in the apartment.
When she enters the apartment expecting everyone chatting on the sofa, she’s taken aback as there is only you in the living room.
“Y/N? What are you doing here on your own?” she asks.
“I was waiting for you...” you tell her.
“Me? What’s so important?”
“Oh... I think you already know, Mon. You know it very well.”
She tries to deny again but before she can utter another word you speak again.
“I’m not stupid, you know... It’s kind of hard to ignore the fact that you’ve been avoiding me.”
“No, I haven’t.”
“Yes, you have. It’s been two weeks and I haven’t managed to have a second with you alone until now... and this thing left hanging there is killing me.” you tell her. “Look, I’m gonna say what I think. Just listen to me, and then you can go back to avoiding me like I’m the plague.”
She nods, puts down her keys and bags on the table and comes sit on the sofa.
“I’ve been thinking a lot about that night. Well, what I remember of that night. And I liked it. It kind of felt right, you know? So I wouldn’t be opposed to the idea of seeing if there could be more between us. Of course only if you want. I think there could be something between us, something great and I’m willing to risk everything to try this. Just please give me a chance. One date where we can see if we feel the same things while sober.”
“I don’t know... I’m scared we’d ruin our friendship, Y/N. We’ve known each other for years.” she answers while looking at her hands.
“One dinner, and if it doesn’t click, it simply doesn’t. There’s no need to stress ourselves over it. We’re both grown ups who can understand that sometimes things don’t work out, but I don’t want to live with the what ifs. I don’t want to be 50 and still think about what would have happened, I don’t want to have any regrets. But again, it’s up to you and if you don’t feel like giving it a try I won’t blame you at all, nothing will change.” you tell her, taking her hands in yours and gently stroking her palms with your thumbs.
Monica seems thoughtful for a moment before looking at you in the eyes and smiling.
“Just one dinner” she says and you nod.
“Just one.” you repeat, smiling.
“Okay. I’ll let you know which night I don’t have to work next week as soon as I know.”
“Great!” You say, jumping up from the sofa. “So... are you hungry? Because I’m starving and it’s going to be a while before the others come back. Does Chinese takeaway and crappy movies sound like a good way to kill the time?”
“Yeah, sounds great!” she answers before adding “I’ll get changed and shower real quick.”
“Sure, take your time! I’ll order your usual?” you ask and she nods on her way to her bedroom.
Once the door is closed you can’t help the silent “YES” that escapes your mouth. You grab the phone and order the takeaway.
