#Monica geller x reader

[sparklingbutterflies]

enemies to love with monica mayhaps? 👀 maybe you're a food critic and you make snide comments or something about her work and shes determined to prove you wrong about her not being the best of the best (I love when monica goes out of her way to prove people wrong)

cake by the ocean

synopsis: you are a food critic, who rubs monica the wrong way.

tags/warnings: fluffy, chef monica, g!n reader

you unfortunately drew the short end of the straws between your coworkers which meant you had to review monica geller's restaurant. you have heard of rumors of her being a very good chef, but was completely incapable of taking critism. this meant that nobody wanted to critique her because she could get a little bit intense about it. you and your coworkers tend to draw straws often if it was a chef that couldn't handle it well. the range seemed to be from monica geller to that nasty chef who threw two spoons at your back. for the past few years, you've somehow managed to miss the restaurants she worked at - so you are excited. you do know she generally gets 9s and 10s across the board, so you feel it shouldn't be too bad. maybe your coworkers are just being dramatic.

it takes a while to walk there, but you finally reach her restaurant. some people at your company liked to inform the restaurant right away who they were, but you didn't. you hated special treatment. you decide to sit in the corner and whip out your notebook.

the waiter comes over right away and slides a menu to you. you take it graciously and start flipping through it. you might as well order an appetizer, main course, and dessert.

when he comes back around you tell him your order.

"could i have stuffed mushrooms, some fettuccine without chicken and dessert later?"

he nods at you and then asks if you would like a drink as well.

being on company time meant you couldn't have alcohol so you opted for a water with no ice.

he leaves and you take some time to write down your thoughts. so far you felt the service was pretty darn good. the atmosphere felt right and relaxing. it did feel a little bit fancier than expected, but you didn't mind. as you continued to scribble out your feelings, the waiter came back with your mushrooms.

you take your fork and stick it into one quickly. the flavors were delectable and you enjoyed how it tasted. it was cheesy, garlicky and just right with the wine sauce. you rate it a solid 10/10 since you gobbled it up pretty quickly.

the server comes by now with your fettuccine and it looks amazing. you twirl your fork into the pasta and dive right into it. this time you feel the pasta is not exactly cooked to the way you'd like it to be. of course al dente is the ideal firmness, but this is too soft. you note this down and rank it a 8.5/10. the points were still high since the sauce was impeccable.

the waiter comes back again when you finish the pasta. he hands you a small dessert menu and you thumb through the pages. you decide on tiramisu, a classic dessert.

it takes only about five minutes for them to bring it out to you, which is truly exceptional in your eyes. the amount of cream on top truthfully was a little bit too little for your liking so you took off a point for that. the rest of the tiramisu was perfect however. the lady fingers was soaked in espresso at a perfect amount. in conclusion, it gets a 9/10 for you, which feels pretty high in your opinion. you write your finishing thoughts on it and wave for the check.

since you are busy writing down your thoughts, it doesn't occur to you that the restaurant is winding down. it is late at night now and there are just a few customers left. a gorgeous woman comes out of the kitchen and you can't help but stare at her. the way she talks to each person indvidually makes you nervous for your turn.

before you know it, she's at your table. she's about to open her mouth when her eyebrows narrow at the table. before you can blink she picks up your notes and starts scowling.

"what do you mean the fettuccine is a 8.5/10 and the tiramisu is a 9/10?"

you are taken back by her rudeness and think of a way to respond kindly.

"also al dente may be dependent on one's preference, but i am certain that mine was satisfactory to everyone's taste.

she lets out an annoyed sigh at you which irks you a little bit.

"yeah and the whipped cream note? that's just because you haven't had it italian style. that's pretty surprising considering we are in new york city and every corner store here has it made that way.

you snatch the notepad from her and glare.

"just because you think the pasta was al dente doesn't mean that it came out that way? it was just not firm enough by 30 seconds. it's an error that happens all the time."

you stand up from your seat as well and jab a finger in her chest.

"for the record, i taste tons of tiramisu on a monthly basis. your cream just was a little bit more than what I expected. critics are allowed to have opinions you know."

she rolls her eyes at you and scoffs.

"okay sure whatever you say to make yourself feel better. i know for a fact that you are wrong."

you bite your lip hard to not make a nasty remark towards her.

"who are you anyways to be arguing with me about my opinions."

she looks at you in surprise and gestures at her apron. oh. you didn't even realize that she is the chef.

"'i'm monica geller."

you groan internally and understand why your coworkers decided to pull straws. she was really stubborn, opinionated and beautiful to boot.

"well monica geller, i'm sorry we are meeting this way, but i have to get going now."

she tugs on your sleeve and her eyes softens a little bit.

"well, could you maybe reconsider your rating?"

you frown at her and shake your head.

"that would be lying. plus, an 8.5 is not bad at all."

her lip juts out and you can tell she's close to tearing up.

"i have never gotten below a 9 in five years. you are the first person to feel like the pasta is too soft. i understand the tiramisu being a 9, but pasta is subjective."

you look into her eyes and find yourself faltering. they remind you of the sea and the desire to to drown in them is quite strong. you let out a sigh and grumble to yourself a little bit.

"alright fine, why don't you make it again, and i'll taste it. if it's soft again though, i am sticking to my 8.5 rating."

she lets out a giant grin that leaves you dazzled. admittedly, she is quite endearing and you find yourself wanting to give her another chance.

everyone slowly starts wrapping up and all the customers have left at this point. eventually, the other employees vanish as well. its just you and her now. the silence in the restaurant lingers for a moment and you allow yourself to look at her. the dimmed lights make her look even more beautiful than she was when you first saw her. you can't stop thinking about the dimples that popped up when she smiled at you. her cheekbones look particularly striking as well.

she is wiping down tables quickly and humming to herself. you want to help her but you know it's not your job. you instead quietly hum along with her. she finishes up and then places her hands onto your shoulders. her hands feel firm and commanding. she steers you into the kitchen and looks for a big pot.

she places it under the tap to get the water that is needed and grunts to put it back on the stove. as she takes her time to make the pasta she talks to you gently. she asks you about where do you live, how did you start working for your company and who are your favorite chefs.

"i hope i can be your favorite chef now."

you let out an amused giggle and stare at her hands instead. that was easier than looking too long into her eyes.

"why do you keep avoiding my eyes? is there something wrong with them?"

you feel your cheeks flushing and think of a response quickly.

"there's nothing wrong with your eyes, it just seems best to let you focus."

she raises an eyebrow in your direction and continues to make her pasta. you notice that she's is very determined to get the timing right this time. everything is set to the side as she starts making the sauce.

"i remember you wanted no chicken. you can eat this batch at home, just think about how right i am when you take a bite."

you look at her in amusement and shrug. you didn't want to feed her ego in this moment. it was sweet of her to remember you didn't want chicken in it.

she continues to make the pasta and after a few moments it is ready. she slides the plate in your direction and looks at you expectedly.

you resist the urge to tease her and take the fork that she hands you right away. you spin the pasta around and take a careful bite. you didn't want to burn your mouth. it happened to you a while ago which was the worst. eating food was hard when the skin flaps from the roof of your mouth.

as you chew the pasta, monica is pacing across from you. the pasta is not soft at all this time. it is actually the perfect metric of what al dente pasta should taste like.

"alright monica, this is really good honestly."

she lets out a giddy noise when you say that and beams at you.

"i told you so."

you take out your notepad and cross out the 8.5 rating. you jot down that it was a 9.5 instead and to emphasize how wonderful it was. the sauce was even more silky and smooth than the first time.

with the way her chest is puffed out and her eyes are twinkling pulls a smile out of you as well. you want to kiss her so badly in this moment but you aren't sure if she wants to as well. even though you barely know her, the chemistry you felt was undeniable.

she glances at you and then walks closer. her blue eyes are so pretty, they remind you of stained glass that you see in churches.

"would you say that perhaps, i'm your favorite chef now?"

you barely can hold back a mischievous look at her and pull the collar of her apron close to you.

the tension between you both is unbearable. her gaze is heated and expectant. you swallow thickly and lick your lips slightly. it is so hard to breathe right now so all you can do is lean close to her face.

you cup her jaw gently and then press a soft kiss on her lips. she wraps her arms around your neck and slides her tongue inside you. there is no battling for dominance, instead it feels comforting. like two people who are swimming side by side instead of trying to compete. this was the first time a kiss felt like home to you.

"i definitely think you are my favorite chef now."

note: omgggg this was so fun and soft to write i hope u like it aeron <3

[chessholic]

The One With

Comfort

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Summary: Your boyfriend was a jerk and he broke up with you. Fortunately you had your friends and all of them helped you in their own ways.

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Author's Note: I will forever love Friends, my favourite comfort show. I have a few fics written about Joey, I could maybe publish them. Let's see, I hope you enjoy this.

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You stumbled into Monica's and Rachel's apartment.

To simply put it you looked disheveled. Your eyes were slightly red and puffy, hair a mess and your clothes didn't match your jacket or shoes, which was unusual.

You cursed slightly when you could see six pairs of eyes staring at you, of course they were all here. If they were not in the coffee shop they were here.

"Y/N?", Monica asked rushing towards you from the kitchen.

"What happened?", she asked worriedly and brushed your messed up hair behind your ears. Monica also helped you out of your jacket and helped you to sit on the couch.

Chandler was sitting on the other side and you could see he was holding back some sarcastic comments about your current state.

You were slightly glad, you always found him funny, but this was definitely not the moment.

Phoebe had been sitting on the floor in front of the television. She had her guitar and was writing down something, probably a new song for next week.

Central Perk was in for a treat.

The song title was 'My mother was killed by a drug dealer, my mother was a drug dealer'.

Joey was in the kitchen sitting at the table finishing off something from the fridge it was apparently a jar of jam, maybe blueberry jam. However his eyebrows were scrunched in worry.

Rachel was sitting around the table too with Ross, both looking slightly amazed at Joey's eating, that wasn't probably his first jar of jam.

They were probably leaving to go on a date soon, because they were all dressed up. It made your heart ache.

"He left me", sob escaped your mouth shortly after your confession.

The apartment was filled with different reactions.

Monica was first to close you into a tight embrace petting your hair.

"I am so sorry, we could bake cookies today and burn some of his belongings?", your friend suggested while trying to calm you down. She was quick to offer you a tissue box.

"He took them with his new girl when he came and broke up with me", you cried still distraught about the fact he had cheated and moved on so fast like you never existed.

"Let's burn him instead, yea?", Chandler proposed and scooted closer to you rubbing your back slightly awkwardly, you knew it wasn't his expertise to console someone if sarcasm was off the table.

You let out a watery laugh muttering a quiet thanks to him.

"Yeah, we don't need to go with Ross, he was anyways taking us to some lecture about... Rocks", Rachel joined walking towards the living room and stole you from Monica. While Ross choked up.

"They are not rocks, they are... Well technically they are..."

Rachel hugged you tightly while she gave a deathly glare at Ross shutting him up.

"I am sorry, that jerk didn't deserve you. Let's go shopping some day, okay? We can use my discount", she took your face in her hands and you nodded eyes shining.

In your sad tears had mixed happy tears, you had amazing friends. You couldn't help, but feel thankful.

"My grandmother's taxi can fit a body in the trunk", Phoebe said suddenly getting up to give you a hug.

"Noted, don't piss off Pheebs, ever", Chandler said while others didn't even know what to say. Everyone however had the same question in mind.

"We can also make a song together, I could also use some inspiration and break up songs are hits usually. Especially when the ex was a total asshole", Phoebe stated giving you a hug before returning to her song writing place.

Phoebe turned the paper and made some notes, you couldn't wait to hear what the song was going to be.

"Thank you everyone, I really appreciate you and your help", you thanked them from the bottom of your heart.

"That's what friends are for", Monica stated and everyone nodded agreeing to what she said.

"We are there to help and for each other"

"I can take you on a tour in the museum someday, at least someone appreciates the rocks here", Ross suggested and bitterly muttered the rest of his sentence making Rachel give him another glare which Ross returned.

"Enough with the bickering love birds, I am getting PTSD", Chandler said jumping from the sofa and getting the couples jackets, before throwing them to the owners and ushering the couple towards the door.

"Go, go, out, off you go", Chandler ushered not letting Rachel or Ross protest.

"We got this, have fun with the rocks", Chandler said before slamming the door closed. He looked pleased with himself.

You clapped and he bowed, "That was rather impressive", you confessed.

"Rachel probably hasn't ever left so quickly to anywhere, could be the first time they are on time somewhere", Monica pondered for a moment before heading back to the kitchen.

"You relax and I will prepare the cookie dough. This situation needs cookie dough and ice cream", Monica ordered pointing at you to stay put.

"I might have eaten the ice cream", Joey said quietly with a sheepish look on his face when he avoided looking at Monica's face.

"I will go get more, because I trust myself more than Joey to go get the ice cream", Chandler stated pulling his jacket on.

He quickly came to you and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

"I will go get all your favourite ice cream, hold on, although I know it will be difficult without my charming presence and looks"

Phoebe let out a snort earning a glare from Chandler.

"Really needed to twist the knife", he muttered before exiting the apartment.

You quietly sat on the sofa. Phoebe was writing and Monica preparing everything comforting food the world new in the kitchen.

Suddenly the sofa dipped, Joey had sat next to you.

Joey had a small amount of jam on his face, it wasn't much compared to the last time, but still.

You took a tissue you hadn't yet used and cleaned his face. After that he opened his arms to welcome you into a warm embrace. You cuddled next to Joey without a moment of hesitation, pressing your head against his chest you could feel his warmth and heart beat making you relax.

"Finally I got you all to myself", Joey mumbled quietly pressing a small kiss onto your hair.

"I am sorry, you deserve so much more"

Joey's heart was aching for his friend, he would do anything in his power to make you feel better. He would maybe even share his pizza with you...

Maybe a slice.

Yes, a slice was fine.

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[lanawinterscigarettes]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Before I find out what?" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, honey." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You okay, Mon?" You gently asked. 

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

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

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

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

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

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chandler bing x reader (whose in the group)

The One with the Cookie Crumbs

Author’s Note ❥ I know I took too long before I finished this, and I apologize. I’ve been busy for the past days from school works and all. But I really hope this is what you wanted and If I didn’t fulfill your request, I apologize, I would be willing to try again.

paring(s) 𖨆♡𖨆 ⁑ chandler bing x fem!reader

Monica Geller x reader (sister)

warning(s) ᕯ none

Word count ⚘ 2.439k

“Ugh! Living with you is like being seventeen and having to share the same damn room all over again!”

Yelling was heard in apartment 20. The Gellers got into the scariest dispute in the entire building when they started arguing.

“What's so hard about eating your cookie without leaving crumbs everywhere?” The other Geller yelled back, which infuriated the other one. “Monica, I've had enough of this crap! And if I had a place to stay, I would move out!”

“Then go ahead, Y/N!” Monica snapped her head at Y/N, as if she were already kicking her out of their apartment. Y/N was taken aback by Monica’s abrupt outburst and felt a a knot in her throat. She never liked arguing with her sister. Y/N lowered her arms from her chest, her eyes wide open. The entire gang was gathered outside their apartment door, listening in on the heated argument that had been going on for 10 minutes. Just as Ross have had enough of all the yelling, when the apartment fell silent, he went barging through the door, knowing his sisters so well that it was best for them to separate for the time being. Whenever they get into a huge fight, it would take days, weeks, or even months for them to come to terms and be able to talk to each other again. “Y/N, it's fine. Go to your room.” Ross accompanied her to her room before turning back to Monica, whose face was now flushed from anger. Y/N strained her eyes and replied, “Fine.” through gritting her teeth, before walking inside her room.

“Again, Mon. Really?” Ross had his hands on his hips before deciding to approach his sister, whom he believed was constantly overreacting to the smallest details and mistakes Y/N causes. “Why can’t you two get along?” The frustrated eldest couldn't stop his sisters from constantly squabbling. “Hello? I handle the majority of the cleaning here.” Monica scoffed, rolling her eyes at Ross.

“Does everything have to be clean for you?” Ross made it obvious that he doesn’t want them to argue all the time, let alone have them broken up because of the tiniest mistakes. “Do you not know me? I want everything to be neat and ordered, yet she screws everything up.”

Monica rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in front of her chest as Ross said, “I think you two should stay away from each other for a while.” She doesn’t want to be separated from her sister, but the continual arguments is killing all of them. “Yeah, right. How are we supposed to do that?” Monica mockedly stuck her tongue out and turned away from Ross.

“I’ll go.” Y/N suddenly popped out of her room, a bag across her shoulder, and another in hand. With a concerned look on her face, Monica turned her body toward her just to see how serious she was. “I’m moving out.”

“What?” Monica, who genuinely doesn't want her sister to move out, kept a worried tone but tries her best not to break character. “You said I should go ahead, then I’m moving out.”

“But where will you go?” Ross intervened in the middle before Y/N began to walk towards the door. “Anywhere but here.” She looked at the two for a minute, but tears started to blur her eyes. “Y/N, I didn’t mean for you to move out. All I'm saying is that you two should know how to get along when it comes to— you could stay with me for a little while, it’s like you’re taking a cool off of each other. But you don’t want to go apartment hunting again, right?” Even if Ross did his best to come up with something that would entice Y/N to stay, it seems like she had enough of Monica acting in her typical manner.

The door swung open as a few footsteps approached, and without hesitation, Chandler Bing, the one and only sarcastic friend offered, “I’ll take her.” Looking inside the apartment like a lost puppy. “What?” Ross and Monica exclaimed in unison. “That settles it then.” Y/N exited the apartment without saying anything, walking past Chandler to open the door to the other apartment in front of theirs. She only ever did that to see how her sister was going to react. And she was pretty sure she saw how upset she was.

Chandler gazed at Ross and Monica before quietly closing the door. “Are you really gonna take her in?” Joey asked in confusion. “Well, if they’re really in bad terms right now… I think it’s best if she stays with us?” Chandler shrugged his shoulders, unsure now whether Joey approved or not. “It’s not okay with you, is it?”

“No, no. I’m entirely fine with it. But we only have two bedrooms in there. Where’s she gonna sleep?” Joey raised his eyebrows and asked. Chandler's thoughts told him he needed to talk to Y/N first before anything else.

Before Joey and Chandler entered apartment 19, there was a loud thump, that alerted them, and when they did, Joey and Chandler hurried in to find Y/N on the floor, bawling her eyes out.

Chandler came over to sit with her on the floor to try and comfort her in any ways he can. “I just can’t stand how she bosses me around. But she’s still my sister. And I don’t want to move out of the apartment.” Her bags were flung on the ground, having to consider what she would do now that she had fled Monica’s apartment. “Maybe I just need time from all of the screaming.”

Chandler enveloped her in his arms and looked at Joey, who was standing in front of them. “That’s okay. You can stay here for as long as you need to.” Chandler reassures her quietly before pointing for Joey to retrieve the box of tissues from the tabletop. “It’s just so stupid to fight over the simplest things!”

“You’re gonna be fine. Chandler chuckled. “I could just sleep in the barcalounger.” Y/N withdrew her grip from him and finally raised her puffy eyes to gaze at him. “What? No, no. I don’t want to kick you out of your own room. You know, I could just stay at Ross’ apartment.”

Ross entered the apartment at that very moment, searching for Y/N. When Ross noticed them lying on the ground, he glanced confusedly at Chandler. “Hey, I talked to Monica. She’s said that you should just come back.” Ross announced which caused Y/N to roll her eyes. “I’m staying here. That’s final.” Ignoring the reactions of the other three men, she gathered her belongings back and entered inside Chandler's room.

“Well, guess she’s staying in my room.”

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“Come on, you gotta talk to her.”

Ross had been begging Monica and Y/N for weeks, but it was difficult to get them to communicate. When Y/N eventually gave up and said, "Okay," Ross's eyes lit up. "Next week." Y/N continued to sip her coffee while reclining comfortably on the couch. "C'mon, Y/N. How are you going to make up?"

“I don't know, ask her.”

Chandler sat down next to Y/N as soon as he entered Central Perk. “Besides, Chandler is taking good care of me.” She turned to face Chandler and placed her head on his shoulder. “What will it take for you to forgive her?” Ross was down on one knee, begging Y/N to forgive their sister. “If she was the one asking me right now maybe I would have forgiven her. So stop apologizing for her, Ross. Nothing’s gonna change.”

“What’s not gonna change?” The three of them looked over at Monica, who had just walked into the coffee shop. Y/N grinned as she glanced at Chandler and then at her watch. “Oh, would you look at that! It’s time to go to work.” Y/N gave a mocking smirk before getting up from the couch. “Y/N, you're unemployed.” Ross stated the obvious.

“Working doesn't require having a job.” She grabbed her purse and went out of the coffee shop, knowing Monica was there. Although she didn't want to ignore her sister, but she was too upset to even look at Monica.

“Hey.” Chandler suddenly wrapped an arm around her shoulder, following her outside. “Hey,” she responded as she peered out into the streets of New York. “Do you wanna go back and order pizza? Hang out or something.” Chandler suggested, fiddling with his sleeves. “That’s a great idea right there,” Y/N said, pointing at his head as she dashed away, Chandler by her side.

Back in the apartment, Y/N and Chandler relaxed on the barcalounger with the lights off and the television on while Joey was not around, because of how Joey doesn’t want to share his barcalounger with anyone. They were laughing and eating together, enjoying one other's company. Y/N never looked for Chandler's presence; she was content with being friends and knowing Chandler as her brother's college roommate and best friend. Although now she learned to miss his presence and appreciates how he’ll try to cheer her up the best he could. She thought of when she could just break the partition that was keeping them apart after developing unexpected feelings for him.

Y/N had been staying with Chandler and Joey for about a month because of how her and Monica were still mad at each other. But she thought that maybe she’ll stay in apartment 19 permanently. "Can I ask you a question that will hopefully not make you uncomfortable?" Chandler tossed a chip into his mouth as he turned to face Y/N in the barcalounger. "Yeah, okay." Y/N got the remote, turned down the television so she could hear Chandler. "Are you planning to move out if you and Monica were to make up?” Chandler gazed down at his palm, waiting for her response. "I'm not sure. Well, I do know, and my answer is, no. But if you want me to move out then, so be it.”

"No, no. That's the thing. I don't want you to leave." Y/N, surprised and confused, gave him an uncertain smile. "Really? Why?"

“You know, I love having you here. We've never really had the opportunity to spend time together like this. You’re fun, and we have similar interests." It was as if he could read her mind, assuming that she would be happy to stay. Chandler swallowed a lump in his throat and turned his entire body towards her. “I don’t know, if this is gonna mess up everything we have right now, I only have one shot at this but… I genuinely like you, Y/N. As in, above and above friends. Sometimes I just want to tell you that so bad, maybe not have to put a pillow barrier between us on the bed. I don’t know, I’m sorry. Maybe I should just stop.” Chandler's smile never faded; instead, he avoided eye contact and slumped into the barcalounger. He feared he had made Y/N uncomfortable, who had been unable to speak up until now, she stood up and walked in front of Chandler and smile down at him.

She climbed on top of the barcalounger he was sitting on only to grip his face and close the distance between them. For Chandler, it was a miracle. And this was the moment they had been waiting for. "I would love to stay here with you, Chandler Bing." She took a time to stare at his gorgeous face before closing the gap once again.

“Ahem…”

Chandler choked on his own saliva when he noticed a figure next to them. “What in the world?” Ross exclaimed, causing Y/N to scurry off of Chandler's lap. Monica appeared from behind Ross with a plate of cookies. "Someone's here to talk to you."

“Hi, can we talk?” Monica asked, extending the plate of cookies to Y/N. "Only if Chandler and I can step outside to talk." Ross shot him a death gaze as he led Chandler outside.

Monica set the meal on the table while Y/N settled down. "Okay, so…"

“I understand that you’re upset. And I don’t know if you’re willing to come back to our apartment. But I wanna say I’m sorry. I’m sorry that’s I’m such a pain in the butt whenever you make tiny mistakes and I hated the way I treated you when you make little mistakes. I really didn't like the way I handled it. I'm sorry I screamed at you or even threw you out of the apartment. And I realized that it’s not worth losing a sister because of my obsession with everything being spotless. So, I just want everything to go back as it was. Can you forgive me?” Monica brought Y/N a glass of milk that she magically snatched from thin air.

"Thanks for the freshly baked cookies, Mon." But I don't really need this to forgive you. I forgive you since you have apologized. And I'm sorry, too. I understand that I'm a little—no, really—messy, but I still love you. So I don't want to lose you over cookie crumbs." Y/N put the milkglass down and put her hands together. "You do want to go back, right?” Monica hesitantly asked.

“Yeah, well. If you want me to.”

“I kinda have a visitor.”

“Who?”

“Rachel, Rachel Green?”

“Rachel?!”

“She took over your room.”

Y/N heaved a sigh and smiled. "Well, that's okay. "I'll stay here with Chandler." She stood up from the barcalounger and peered toward the door. "I'll be fine here." The door opened, revealing Ross and Chandler. "Alright, then, I'll see you." Monica and Ross proceeded to the door. "See you, Ross." Y/N waved to him. "Don't!" Ross gestured and shut the door, leaving Y/N and Chandler alone again. "You and Monica made up. But I guess Ross isn't too happy." Chandler wrapped his arms around her and kissed her on the cheek. "He'll get used to it." Y/N moved to face him and kissed his lips. "So, are you going back?"

"No, I'll stay here with you. Without the pillows between." As she clutched onto his neck, the scent of his perfume drew her into his embrace. "Is Monica going to be okay now that the other room is empty?"

"Yeah, someone took over."

"Who?"

"Rachel…"

Chandler looked at her confused before recognizing who she was talking about.

"Rachel Green?!”

[specialagentlokitty]

Monica x Male!reader - just a little younger

Hi! I wanted to request a Monica Geller x male reader story in which the reader is one of Ross' students and he meets Monica because he works part time at her restaurant. They start dating and the whole group makes jokes about it because the reader is much younger than Monica - @benjibing 💜

Jogging into work, you quickly threw your stuff where it was supposed to go and changed into your work uniform.

You made your way into the kitchen, clashing into somebody.

Grabbing their arms, you steadied them.

“Sorry! Sorry.”

You looked at who you had collided with and you grinned a little bit, leaning down you pressed a kiss to her cheek.

“Hey.”

“I would say hey but you’re late.”

You nodded, making your way to your station, taking over from the woman who was temporarily in your place.

“I know, your bother held us all back to go through some things, can’t remember what, too busy thinking about your pretty face.”

Monica laughed, shaking her head at you.

“Flattery gets you nowhere.”

“Oh but it gets me everywhere Mon, anyway get out of here in here now.”

She rolled her eyes, giving you a warm smile as she went about running the place.

You knew the others hated you for being so close to her, they hated the fact that you were dating the boss, but you didn’t care.

She was amazing, admittedly older, but you didn’t care about that at all, you just loved her for her, for who she was.

Monica couldn’t stop looking at you throughout the night, just admiring the way you worked so effortlessly, so efficiently.

Why you didn’t want to pursue a carrier in the industry was beyond her, you were a natural, but it wasn’t the life you wanted.

But that still didn’t mean she couldn’t admire you as you happily cooked away.

During work there wasn’t much time to talk, which was why when the store closed you always stayed later, you always hung around to help her with whatever she wanted.

“Here.”

You set a plate down in front of her and she looked up from her work to see your smiling face beaming down at her.

“What’s this?”

“You haven’t eaten, so, eat.”

You leant forward, placing a finger on her forehead and you took the pen from her grasp, swapping her paperwork for the dinner.

“I’ve called Racheal, told her you may be late. But I’ll take you home when you’ve finished that.”

“(Y/N), you don’t have to do that. You know they’re going to poke fun at you again.”

You smiled a little, sitting in the edge of the table she was sat at.

“Yeah, but they’re just jealous.”

This made Monica laugh a little bit, and she picked up the fork you had set down next to her.

You gathered up the paperwork.

“You can finish this later.”

“No, come on, I really need to finish that.”

You looked at her, shaking your head.

“Nope, you’ve worked hard enough darling, you need a break. You’ve got tomorrow off, you’re back in a few days, you can finish it then.”

“(Y/N).”

You flicked through the papers, checking to make sure they weren’t something that desperately needed to be done.

“Nope, they’re not that important, just a few menu changes, that can wait.”

You wondered away to put the papers back in the office, and you came back with both your stuff, setting them down in front of the table.

You stood next to Monica, a hand on her shoulder and she rested her head on your side as she finished her dinner.

You could tell she was stressed, and you didn’t want to add anymore stress to that.

When she was finished you took the plate, washing everything up before going to grab your stuff.

Monica was trying to sneak back towards the office and you wrapped an arm around her waist to stop her.

“Nope, let’s go hotshot, you’re going home.”

You turned her around and back towards the door, grabbing your bag along the way.

You made sure she locked the restaurant up, pointing towards your car that was the only one that was still there.

“Come on, it’s not even late!”

“Monica darling, you’re half asleep and you’re stressed.”

You helped her into the car, and on the way back she fell asleep, but you weren’t expecting anything less.

She always did.

You carried her up to her apartment on your back, and you knocked on the door a few times.

It was opened, and you smiled at Phoebe who grinned brightly at you, stepping aside so that you could walk in.

“Chandler, Joey, a little help maybe?” You asked.

“Aw have your big boy muscles not come in yet?” Chandler asked.

You rolled your eyes, turning around so they could help you lower her on to the couch.

“Isn’t it a school night?” Racheal smirked.

“I don’t know, maybe we should ask Ross, doesn’t he have a bedtime?” You retorted.

He narrowed his eyes at you and you smirked, crossing your arms.

“Shouldn’t your mom be tucking you in?” He asked.

“No, but maybe I should ask your sister.”

He jumped up, and Joey held him back.

“Hey!”

You laughed, and you set Monica’s bag down on the table, turning your Rachel.

“Will you let her know I’ve gone home?”

“Yeah, of course. I’ll tell her you had to read yourself a bedtime story.”

You grinned a little, shaking your head at her and you walked over to Monica.

Crouching down in front of her you placed your hand on her shoulder, leaning forward to kiss her forehead before you stood up.

“See you guys!”

“Remember to brush your teeth!” Joey called.

You walked out, middle finger in the air over your shoulder.

You knew no matter how you you would date Monica for they were never going to let you live it down that you were younger.

Even if you were only a few years younger it didn’t matter to them, you were still younger.

You knew they didn’t hate you though, in fact they couldn’t imagine their friend dating any better guy than you

[writerdream22]

requested by: anonymous, I really hope you like this ✨🌻💛

pairing: Chandler Bing x reader, Joey Tribbiani x reader (platonic), Monica Geller x reader (platonic), Rachel Green x reader (platonic), etc.

prompts used: “Have you ever seen anything prettier than this?” “Yeah, you”

warnings: mentions of smoking. English is not my first language so there might be some grammatical errors

feedbacks are always appreciated!

REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY OPEN!

You did not like parties. At all.

It just was not your thing, and everyone knew that. That was the main reason why you had decided to stay home and relax rather than attend a Thanksgiving party with your best friends.

You did not understand why they were so attached to the tradition, anyways. The fact that you didn't grow up in an American household didn't help with that. Nonetheless, you weren't the only one who didn't always celebrate the festivity

“Do you have them?” Chandler Bing barged into your apartment. He held a couple of beers in one hand, and a bag in the other where there seemed to be some food.

“Yes.” you responded, sitting up from your sofa “I only had one quilted blanket, because Monica somehow couldn't tell me where she'd put the others. As for the pillows— well, I have two”. Chandler shrugged, then motioned for you to get going. You exited your apartment closing the door behind you, while silently hoping that none of your roommates came back while you weren't home.

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There was a full moon. The city was still buzzing, it was amazing how its lights were never turned off. You loved it. And the company just added to your enjoyment of the night.

You'd laughed at Chandler's never-ending jokes for so long that your cheeks hurt, and you'd eaten so much that you swore you would never open a packet of chips again.

“Have you ever seen something prettier than this?” you questioned, looking up at the sky in awe .

Chandler stayed silent for a few, awkward moments, before responding. “Yeah” he said “you”.

What the hell?

“Are you... are you drunk? I can make you that strange smoothie that we always had in college, if you want—”

“— no, y/n” he interrupted you, rolling his eyes.

You were more confused than ever, so you asked Chandler what he meant by that. “I'll cut to the chase” he began “I love you, y/n. Everything makes me think about you: even when I just stare at the wall or drink a coffee, you're what's on my mind. And look, if you don't reciprocate my feelings, I totally get it.”

You couldn't find the words to answer coherently. Those damned feelings.

“Are you for real?” you questioned, to which Chandler responded “Yes. I know it's shocking, but I'm being serious this time”. He took a deep breath before adding that he was going to pass out if you didn't say anything.

“Oh, I'm sorry!” you exclaimed “Well, uhm... I love you too, Chandler. I have loved you since we first met... Since Ross and Monica introduced the two of us”.

He was clearly trying to hold back a smile, but he failed miserably at doing so when you nudged him and remarked that you had to throw out those “best friends” mugs that you'd bought as a joke a few years prior.

“Yeah... We should.”

You didn't think you could be happier on Thanksgiving Day.

[the-fandom-abyss]

Little Crush

Monica Geller x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff ♡

Word Count: 583 words

Monica busied herself in the kitchen, scrubbing the dishes and placing them on the drying rack. She tried to ignore the butterflies that fly ramped in her stomach, threatening to spill at any moment. This was all because you were on the couch, mingling with her friends who just seemed to adore you.

"I like her" Rachel’s voice cut through Monica’s thoughts, pulling her attention from the task at hand.

"You do?" A question that Monica wasn’t really interested in hearing the answer to, she was just being polite.

"Of course! When are you going to tell her you like her?" This caused Monica to fumble a plate, one that bounced in the sink causing a sharp noise. The group all turned their heads at the sudden sound, Monica shrunk underneath their gaze. Rachel shooed them with a wave of her hands which is what they needed to go back to their discussion.

"What?" Monica questioned, wiping her hands with the tea towel, slowly turning to face Rachel.

"Oh come on Mon, anyone with half a brain could see that you have the hots for her"

"Rachel" she hushed, almost placing her hand on the smaller woman’s mouth. A small smirk graced Rachel’s lips, knowing that she was right was just the satisfaction she needed.

"If it wasn't true, you wouldn't be afraid for her to hear" Rachel sang in a teasing tune, observing how Monica sighed in recognition

"Sometimes you surprise me with how observant you are"

"It's one of my many qualities" Monica rolled her eyes at the comment, while Rachel greeted her with an award winning smile. "Now go and tell her"

"Oh hell no" Monica was quick to shut that down, looking over her friends shoulder to check that you weren’t listening. Thankfully you were too engrossed in Phoebe’s conversation to show any interest in her back and forth with Rachel.

"Stop being a baby"

"I'm not a baby"

"Then prove it" Monica huffed, pushing her way past Rachel and made a beeline for you. Rachel lent back on the countertop, watching her plan unfold. If there was one way to get Monica to do something, that was to make her prove something.

Monica reached the back of the couch and did not hesitate to interrupt the conversation. Without a minute to lose, she blurted out her next sentence. "Y/N would you like to come over for dinner tomorrow night?" A familiar sense of embarrassment washed over her while her adrenaline kept her upright.

"I would love to" her heart skipped a beat at the instant answer. There was no room for hesitation, no space for doubt, it was a no brainer answer. If you were honest, you were wondering how long it would take for her to build the courage to ask.

"As a date" she stated, wanting to clarify her intentions. She didn’t want you to get the wrong impression when she so obviously wanted something different.

"I would hope so, it's about time Geller" you sent her a flirty wink, leaving her to stare at the back of your head as you turned your attention back to the group. She blinked a few times, unsure of where to go from here. All she knew was that you said yes and now she needed to whip up a meal that she knew you’d like. This was all thanks to Rachel which Monica would never admit, in fear that it would give her friend a bigger head.

[fictionalwh0ree]

pointers- monica geller

summary: you got a job at a restaurant looking for experience, not expecting to fall for the head chef

word count: 1.3k

warnings: none

you had landed a job at a fancy restaurant as a waitress. after working there a couple months, you had worked out the power dynamic of the staff, the chefs were at the top, you barely had any interaction with them. waiters were towards the bottom, just above dishwashers and janitors. you didn’t love how it worked, but there wasn’t really anything you could do about it.

you wanted to be a chef in the future, and were currently studying to become one. you were hoping that working in a restaurant would get you some experience in the kitchen, but the only time you went in was to pick up dishes and then you were back out. it was quite frustrating, to be frank.

one day, your boss offered you some time in the kitchen, as long as you weren’t disruptive and just observed the chefs. of course, you said yes. you were ecstatic. after months of only seeing glimpses of the chefs and the kitchen, you’d finally be able to see how they made the food and what it was like to be a chef.

what you weren’t expecting, however, was that you would fall for one of them. as your time instagram he kitchen passed, you found yourself admiring her, monica. she had dark hair, light eyes and a smile that could light up a room. sure she was a little bit of a neat freak and seemed to enjoy bossing people around, but that’s part of what made her such a good chef.

at first, you were convinced you just looked up to her, like a mentor… even though you two never spoke. but as the weeks passed, you began to realize that your focus was less on the food and more on, well, monica.

your coworkers and friends teased you endlessly, joking about how you would stare at her and how you were in love with someone you’d never talked to, someone who probably doesn’t know you exist. you’d always dismiss them, telling them you were focused on how she cooked, not that they believed you.

one day, after finally having had enough, you decided to take matters into your own hands. you spent all night thinking and planning how you would get monica's attention.

when the next day came around, you almost chickened out. you got to work, following the same schedule you usually do. when the restaurant closed, you finished your duties picking up the last plates and dishes, returning them to the kitchen. you had nothing to do, i guess you hadn't really worked this out in your plan.

as you looked around the restaurant, you spotted a plant.

plants need watering, right?

you walked into the kitchen, finding a watering can-like cooking tool, and filled it up with water. you walked back to the main dining hall and began to water the plant very slowly. right above the plant was a small mirror. you began to fix your appearance, using your nail to try and remove any dried mascara and fixing your hair. as you were doing so, you heard a door push open and quickly turned your attention back to the plant.

you heard someone clear their throat, so you turned around. there stood monica, chef hat in hand as she stared at you.

"you've been watering a fake plant for how long now?" she asked, a small smile she was trying to contain gracing her face.

"this is a fake plant?" you said in a high-pitched voice, your face quickly turning red under your makeup. you looked back down at the plant, noticing how it was almost overflowing with water. you quickly lifted the "watering can" and held it down by your legs.

"oops," you muttered, to which monica laughed.

"so, do you wanna tell me why you're still here. i mean, there's no dishes or anything left," she said.

"in all honesty, i was hoping to talk to you," you confessed.

"oh, why?" she asked.

"well, i wanna be a chef, i'm studying to be one. but, you're so good at your job i was wondering if you had any pointers or tips or anything," you said, walking towards her.

"oh, sure!" she said enthusiastically.

you walked into the kitchen and she followed, sharing tips and tricks that you were mentally taking note of. she kept talking as you both threw on your coats to leave for home.

you thanked her for her tips and opened up the staff door to reveal the back alley. it was raining hard and you were surprised you hadn’t heard the sound of the raindrops banging on the metal of the dumpsters.

“oh shoot!” you heard monica say as she rummaged through her bag.

“what’s wrong?” you asked.

“i forgot my umbrella,” she answered, feeling defeated. she reluctantly looked up at the rain, hoping it was all some figment of her imagination but groaned when she saw the wet floor, raindrops still falling and causing ripples in the puddles.

“i can walk you home,” you suggested.

“oh, i wouldn’t want to impose,” she objected.

“it’s not an imposition. i really don’t mind,” you reassured.

“okay,” she agreed, sending you a smile.

you opened your umbrella and stepped forward, monica joining you. you two made small talk as you slowly learnt more and more about each other.

as you walked, she linked your arms, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach and a blush to rise to your cheeks. you were so flustered that when she asked you a question, you could barely string together a sentence to answer.

your brain was moving a million miles a minute as you tried to update your beginning plan. you did not think you’d get to talking this much.

“we’re here,” she giggled, stopping your walk and you couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed.

you stepped towards the entrance with her, closing your umbrella and shaking it off a little. because of the limited space, the two of you were only inches apart and because of the cool new york air, you were not only able to see her breath, but feel its warmth against your skin.

"thanks for walking me home," she said shyly.

"it's no biggie," you responded.

"seriously, i really appreciate it. you saved me from having to walk home soaking wet," she said, letting out a small laugh at the end of her sentence.

"i'm happy to walk a pretty girl home any day," you whispered.

her eyes lifted to look at yours, and you both seemed to be searching for something in them. finally, her gaze dropped to your lips.

"can i?" she asked softly, already leaning in so your mouths were centimetres away.

you nodded lightly and she joined your lips in a gentle kiss that you wished you could live in forever. you savoured the moment, taking in her soft lips on yours, the sound of the rain hitting the ground, and the sounds of the cars driving past in the city that never sleeps.

when you pulled apart, you noticed a blush on monica's face, though you couldn't quite tell if it was from the cold or your kiss. you hoped it was the latter.

"i better get going," you muttered, your foreheads touching and smiles plastered across your faces.

"okay, i'll see you at work tomorrow then?" she answered.

"yeah," you answered, pulling away.

you opened your umbrella and stepped back out into the rain.

"wait," she called, grabbing your wrist.

when you turned to face her, she pulled you towards her and kissed you once again. your arm holding the umbrella hung out the side of the covered doorway. this kiss was quick, but just as passionate and emotion filled as the first.

"okay, bye," she said after you pulled away.

"bye, monica," you repeated, waiting for her to enter the building before beginning your walk home.

[hayleythesugarbowl]

monica geller x reader headcanons

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

a/n: ahh i love monica sm!! hope someone out there enjoys these 🎀

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dating monica would include…

so you and monica knew each other way back in high school  

you weren’t exactly friends but you had a lot of the same classes

but when she ran into you in her years later 

she recognized you immediately as the person she had a huge crush on back in the day 

‘hi, uh, it’s (y/n) right? you probably don’t remember me. but we used to—‘

‘moncia? wow, you look great!’

to which she said

‘i know, you probably remember me as the girl that won four consecutive pie eating contests’

and you said 

‘no, i was going to say i remember you as this cute, intelligent, funny girl who i had a major crush on junior year.’

‘no way! i was, like, obsessed with you in high school! wait, not obsessed. that sounds creepy. i meant—‘

but you just laughed and interrupted her by asking her to dinner 

and you’ve been dating ever since 

she is the most protective gf fr

if anyone so much as almost insults you she has a riot

you guys make bets on the people around you and what their drink order is 

she cooks for you and gets really nervous after you try it

until you assure her it’s delicious as always

you and her and ross have game nights 

and you get just as competitive as them

and she tries to be happy for you when you beat her, which according to her, hardly happens

and the way she looks at you 😭✋

it’s adorable the way she looks up into your eyes

you tease her by leaving your shoes in the middle of the floor or your coat on the couch 

‘(y/n)? um, i love you, but for the love of god use a coaster’

you and rachel and phoebe become besties

and you talk about monica, much to her frustration 

‘you know i can hear you guys! and i definitely did not say that! and if i did, i would’ve had good reason!’

she loves playing with your hair

you begged her to get a pet once

and she objected because ‘i don’t want my carpets to get filthy! we already have joey.’

but you put together a power point presentation about why you guys should get a dog or a cat

and finally she caved but only if it could stay at your place

you eat free at her restaurant always

she’s so good at taking care of you when you’re sick or hurt 

and she goes a little overboard because she loves you

you call her ‘mom’ to make her mad

you guys can talk for hours on end about anything on your minds

forehead kisses 

her friends love you 

joey tried to hit on you first

and they all agree that you bring out the best in her and make her less like a psychopath 

that last part was chandler 

you talk about your plans for the future and having a family often 

her world revolves around you and you couldn’t be happier together 

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope y’all enjoyed this. ross & phoebe to come soon 🤭

[0blobthefish0]

Hello, there! I would like to request a Monica Geller x reader, please! Reader, a single mother to three children, meets Monica for the first time while at Central Perk. It's love at first sight--but Reader fears that Monica will turn away from her after learning of the children. When Monica meets the children during a date gone wrong, she lives them. Fluff ensues, and Monca asks Reader out.

Instant Family

monica geller masterlist | main masterlist

Monica Geller x Reader 1,797 words

a/n - sorry i've been so inactive lately 😅

Your eyes are wide as you walk through the city, you’ve been here for a few months now and you were only just exploring - too caught up in the simple routine of your mundane life. The scenery is unfamiliar, but, somehow, the rush of people stays the same throughout your journey, it’s busy and your ears are filled with the sound of idle chatter and meaningless conversation. It took you a while to become desensitised to New York, to not be so overwhelmed every time you stepped outside; your kids, on the other hand, had taken to the change much better than you had. And you were so relieved, they had adapted quickly and had found friends. Damn, you wished you could make some friends - nobody had warned you how hard it was to as an adult.

As you round a corner, the smell of freshly cooked hotdogs wafted through the wind. Your stomach growled, jeez, when had you gotten so hungry? Maybe you should buy one, eat it at Central Park, it was close enough, and the day was uncharacteristically nice- splash. You wipe the drop of water from your head and peer up at the darkening sky… maybe you spoke too soon. In an instant, the clouds tumbled in front of the beaming sun and began to release, what felt like, a months worth of rain. Fuck. You didn’t even have an umbrella. Quickly, as fast as your aching feet could take you, you ran to the nearest coffee shop. You catch a glimpse of the sign: Central Perk. How creative.

Ding-a-ling.

It’s dark, tables and chairs litter the floor - tight, but not too cramped; homey. And it’s warm, you hadn’t noticed how cold you were either. You spot the sign for the bathroom and make a beeline for it, you probably look like a drenched rat. As you push open the door, you feel yourself crash into someone. Small, but strong, hands steady you and you feel your face instantly heat up as you mutter out a quick apology. She does the same; her accent is thick, a true New Yorker, and then you finally look at the person in front of you. Your breath is almost stolen from your throat. Bright, blue eyes framed by perfectly styled, dark hair smiles sheepishly at you. You fear that you’re gawking, but you can’t tell, nor could you change it if you were.

“You got a little bit-” she begins and gestures to her face, before just reaching forward and tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. The touch of her fingers brushing against your cheek burns.

“Uh,” you’re almost at a loss for words, “thanks,” you stutter out before returning a smile just as sheepish.

She gives you a short nod, “See you around,” she lets out quickly and breezes past you.

Rachel caught Monica’s wide eyes as she approaches sofas and sends her a knowing look. Monica lets out a heavy sigh as she falls back onto the pillows and the blonde pats her lightly on the knee. 

“What’s wrong, Mon?” The group ask almost simultaneously and she lets out another sigh.

“I just ran into the prettiest girl ever, and I messed it all up,” she groaned, “God, I’m so awkward. Why do I have to be so awkward!” She pouts as she throws her arms up in the air.

Joey crosses his arms, “I wish i could meet pretty girls in the bathroom,” he complains under his breath. Chandler turns his head to him, eyebrows furrowed, before shaking his head and deciding to bite back his tongue.

When you leave the bathroom, Monica instantly notices you, she quietly watches as you take a seat at the counter and order. She feels giddy that you’re staying. Your eyes follow the movements of Gunther as he makes your drink and he slides it over to you with a smile, you thank him graciously and wrap your hands around the steaming mug. Monica can’t help but steal glances as you sip on your drink, too worried she’ll miss you leave. She can hardly hear the conversation happening around her and she nibbles at her lip and picks at her fingers. She could do it, she should do it.

“Hey, Mon, we’re gonna head off now,” a warm hand on her shoulder pulls her out of her head and she looks up to Ross. 

“Yeah, you guys go ahead, I think I’ll stay here for a bit longer,” she confesses and watches as they bid her goodbye and tumble out of the coffee house. Her eyes flit back to you. She’s gonna do it.

From the corner of your eye, you feel someone approach you and you turn to find the same, not to mention breathtakingly gorgeous, woman from the bathroom. She lifts an open hand in a silent greeting as she approaches you.

“Hi,” you smile.

“Hi, so this is gonna sound weird, but my New Year’s resolution was to meet new people and as we basically ran into each other I thought I’d say hello.” The woman tucks her hair behind her ears and looks at you expectantly. You find yourself becoming almost endeared by this strange woman and you pull out the seat next to you.

“What’s your name?”

“Monica,” she states as she sits down, “yours?”

“Y/n.”

Your smile comes easy when talking with Monica, she talks animatedly with her hands and her eyes are bright. It’s refreshing. You haven’t really met anyone that’s actually wanted to talk to you before, not in New York anyway. As the last mouthful of your drink meets your tongue, you realise how cold it has become. Shit. You glance at the clock on the wall and, oh no, you’re late. 

“Monica,” you interrupt, “I am so, so, so sorry, but I’ve got to get home.” You apoligise sheepishly as you stand from your chair. “It was lovely talking with you, Monica, I really enjoyed it,” you smile and she nods her head.

“Yeah, it was nice talking with you too,” she smiles as she walks with you to the door. Monica swallows nervously as you fix the collar of your coat, you’re only one step away from the door, only one step and you’re possibly out of her life forever. Monica swallows nervously.

“Can I get your number?” She blurts out and her blue eyes search your own, you can see her cheeks grow pink and you lightly smile to yourself. “We could get lunch someday, if you’d like.”

“Like a date?” You question, suddenly, emboldened by her forwardness. Pushing that aside, her wondering eyes hadn’t gone unnoticed by you. 

“Yeah, like a date,” she confirms with a shy grin on her face.

— — — — — — — — — —

The next Sunday rolls around, and you’re a mess. Well, you wouldn’t have been if everything had gone to plan, but your damn babysitter cancelled last minute. You had spent most of your morning calling up and, slightly, arguing with the company who apparently had no one available for two hours, or even one. You were screwed, you were stressed and you were defeated. Monica’s bound to be knocking on the door to your apartment in only a few minutes. You are not going to be ready in a few minutes. 

“Mummy, are you sad?” You turn you head to find your littlest had waddled his way into the living room.

“Yeah,” you pouted and picked him up to sit on your lap, “just a little bit.” You were going to break the news to Monica today at lunch, that you had three kids, and that you wouldn’t blame her at all if she didn’t see things between you going any further. The two of you have been talking nearly everyday on the phone for a week, but this was something that you wanted to do in person. You completely understood it, three kids were a lot, more so if those kids weren’t yours. 

You hear a knock on the door, your son runs off at the sound, and dread seems to swallow you whole.You really wanted this, you did, you’re half ready with your hair perfect and your face done. You even had your outfit planned a few days before, but you’re in your pyjamas still as you make your way to the door. Your hand meets the handle and you pull it open, Monica’s standing there looking as perfect as ever, and you take a step outside. Monica doesn’t say anything, the look on your face and the fact that you aren’t ready has her smiling at you understandingly; ready to listen to whatever you have to say.

“Monica, I honestly can’t even begin to explain how sorry I am. I had everything, literally everything sorted and then my babysitter cancelled like an hour ago. Um, I was going to tell you this today, at lunch, that I have three kids and obviously with three kids and no babysitter I can’t make it to lunch. Again, I am so, so sorry. I was really excited, and I-” you put a hand to your head, “-I should have called you as soon as I couldn’t find a replacement babysitter, but I got caught up getting them all ready. Ah, sorry it’s no excuse.” Monica shakes her head and squeezes your arm in a comforting manner.

“Don’t worry about it, Y/n, honestly,” Monica begins. “If you’re up for it, we could do lunch at your place? I can cook, I’m actually a chef.” She reveals with a small, but proud smile. 

“Really?” You almost pout.

“Yes, really,” she grins with an earnest nod of her head.

“And you’re okay with-”

“I love kids,” your heart suddenly squeezes with affection at the confession.

“You do?” 

“Yes,” you can’t help but smile fondly at her. “I got you flowers.” She says as she pushes the bundle forwards and you take them graciously.

“Awh, tulips, they’re beautiful, thank you. Okay, okay, come inside.” You push open the door and hold it open for Monica to step through. “Make yourself comfortable,” you smile as you make your way into the kitchen to put the flowers in a vase. “Monica,” you hear her hum in reply, “I’m gonna go change and then clean the kitchen a little.” 

“Okay,” she replies from the sofa. 

As you leave for your room, you find your youngest lurking from behin the door and you chuckle lightly, “You can say hello, she’s very nice.” You hang back slightly as he walks into Monica’s eyeline, and instantly her face lights up. Your heart could have exploded right then and there.

“Hi, little man, I’m Monica, what’s your name?”

You couldn’t have asked to bump into a more perfect person.

[truly-yours-matilda]

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summary: dating monica would include…

pairing: monica x fem reader 🫶

warning: small, little sad moment but nothing big <3

• you and monica met while she was shopping in her favorite store

• you worked behind the register and your breath absolutely flew out of your lungs when she stood in front of you, buying her clothes

• monica felt the same lack of air in her lungs when she first saw you

• she ended up leaving with her clothes and your number

• when you got home that same day, you anxiously waited for her to call you

• she eventually did and after a while of talking, you decided to meet up and have a coffee together

• a week later, you were sitting in a café, smiling and talking with this stunning woman

• it all felt natural and easy

• you couldn’t stop staring at her in awe

• after three weeks of meeting up, you begin dating

• you finally meet her group of friends not so long after you make your relationship official

• they all thought you were one of her two-week relationships

• but seeing you and monica together for two months convinced them that your relationship is something real

• monica tells you that she loves you and you sit there, mouth slightly open and eyes slightly wide before you break into a smile and say it back <3

• you and the friend group become very close

• you become besties with rachel and phoebe

• you often shop with rach

• and you love baking with pheebs, it’s always an adventure

• ^^ massages and game nights with pheebs as well

• chandler loves you

• you’ll wake up and he’s just there in monica’s apartment and you two will just talk for hours

• ross let’s you hold ben, even babysit him

• you and joey watch tv and suddenly you’ll look at each other with a smirk when a beautiful woman comes on screen

• (you’re still incredibly loyal and faithful to monica though)

• you absolutely love cooking with monica on friday nights, music in the background as monica stands behind you, hands on your waist as she teaches you to cook dishes you didn’t even know existed

• both of your love languages are physical touch

• you’re always seen holding hands or leaning into each other

• you cuddle all the time

• she calls you honey constantly, and every time it makes you melt

• she calls you baby occasionally

• you call her sweetheart and she loves it

• you have so many beautiful memories with each other

• but it’s not always happy

• you often find yourself holding monica, her crying because of her mother’s nasty comments

• you’re always there for her and she couldn’t be more grateful for you

• she’s always there for you too, even when she’s busy with her career

• she always has time for you

• you both love each other more than words can describe and you’re both so very happy together <3

[mysticalstuff]

I really enjoy your workk😭 Can I request a Chandler Bing. When reader is Monica’s sister but she’s so in love with Chandler and best friends with but this happens when Monica and Chandler hooked up in London and reader doesn’t know about it. The sad part is that Monica knows about reader’s secrets feelings for Chandler but she thought that those feeling were a long time ago so she didn’t mind going for Chandler. When the gang found out reader found out after Ross did and she wasn’t that happy. She didn’t want to hurt anyone so she thought that avoiding Monica and Chandler wouldn’t cause any damage. So everything happens, Chandler moved in with Monica and left reader in their room, until they got married and reader said she couldn’t come to the wedding because she had an escape plan to go far away from them and never show up again because of how hurt she is but at the same time she didn’t want to hurt her sister Monica and ruin their relationship. The rest is up to you. Mwah😚

Yes! I love this idea.

Author’s Note: Sorry I basically excluded every Friends character that wasn’t relevant to the ask. Also, I added kids to the mix, didn’t know if that was wanted.

The Echoes of Yesterday: A Tale of Love, Loss, and Redemption.

In a dimly lit café, Chandler Bing sat nervously, awaiting the arrival of Monica's sister, [Name]. He fidgeted with his coffee cup, his mind racing with thoughts of the complicated situation he found himself in.

The café door opened, and [Name] walked in, her eyes avoiding Chandler's. She took a seat across from him, her expression unreadable.

"[Name], thanks for meeting me," Chandler began, hesitantly. "Look, I know things have been awkward between us since London, and I—"

She cut him off, her voice cold. "Chandler, let's not pretend that everything's fine. I heard about you and Monica."

He looked taken aback. "You... you knew?"

She nodded, her eyes brimming with tears. "I knew, Chandler. And it hurt. It hurt more than you can imagine."

Chandler sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I'm so sorry, [Name]. I never wanted to hurt you."

"I know," she whispered, wiping away a tear. "But it doesn’t make it any easier."

Across town, Monica sat in her apartment, her eyes red from crying. Ross walked in, concern etched on his face. "Monica, you need to talk to [Name]. She's hurting."

Monica looked up, her voice choked with emotion. "I know, Ross. But what can I say? I never thought she still had feelings for Chandler."

Back at the café, [Name] took a deep breath, her decision made. "Chandler, I can't be around you and Monica right now. It's too painful."

Chandler nodded, tears in his eyes. "I understand, [Name]."

She stood up, placing some money on the table. "Take care of yourself, Chandler."

As she walked away, Chandler's heart ached. He had lost one of his closest friends, and he knew things would never be the same again.

In the days that followed, Chandler moved in with Monica, trying to navigate the new dynamic of their relationship. But he couldn't shake the guilt and sadness he felt over [Name].

Meanwhile, [Name] prepared to leave town, her heart heavy with sorrow. She knew she needed to put distance between herself and the painful memories that haunted her.

On the day of Monica and Chandler's wedding, [Name] watched from afar, her heart breaking as she witnessed their happiness. She had made her choice, and now she had to live with it.

As the years passed, [Name] built a new life for herself, but the pain of lost love and broken friendships never truly faded. And somewhere deep down, she hoped that someday, she would find the strength to forgive and move on.

In the years that followed, Chandler and Monica built a life together, filled with ups and downs, laughter and tears. They had children, bought a house, and navigated the challenges that came with marriage. Yet, despite their happiness, there was always a shadow looming over them—the memory of [Name] and the pain they had caused her.

[Name], on the other hand, had traveled far away, seeking solace in new places and new experiences. She tried to bury the memories of Chandler and Monica, but they haunted her dreams and lingered in her thoughts. She threw herself into her work, her passions, anything to distract herself from the emptiness she felt inside.

One day, [Name] received an unexpected letter. It was from Monica, reaching out after years of silence. "Dear [Name], I hope this letter finds you well. I know we haven't spoken in a long time, but I've been thinking about you a lot lately. I miss my sister, and I miss my friend. I know I hurt you, and I'm so sorry. I never meant for any of this to come between us. Please, let's try to rebuild our relationship. Love, Monica."

Tears streamed down [Name]'s face as she read the letter. A part of her wanted to ignore it, to continue running from the past. But another part, a part that had been buried deep inside her, yearned for reconciliation.

After much soul-searching, [Name] decided to write back. "Monica, thank you for your letter. I've missed you too, more than you'll ever know. I'm not ready to come back just yet, but maybe, someday, we can find a way to heal and move forward. Take care, [Name]."

Months turned into years, and [Name] slowly began to rebuild her life. She made new friends, pursued new interests, and found joy in unexpected places. Yet, the pain of the past never truly disappeared.

Then, one day, fate intervened in the most unexpected way. Chandler's job brought him to the city where [Name] now lived. He reached out, hoping to reconnect and perhaps find some closure for the wounds that had never fully healed.

[Name] was hesitant at first, but eventually, she agreed to meet with Chandler. They sat in a quiet café, awkwardly sipping their coffees, unsure of what to say.

"Chandler, I've missed you," [Name] finally said, tears in her eyes. "But I can't forget what happened."

"I know, [Name]," Chandler replied, his voice shaky. "I've regretted it every day since."

The two talked for hours, sharing their regrets, their pain, and their memories. It was a painful conversation, but also a necessary one. And as they said their goodbyes, [Name] felt a weight lift off her shoulders.

Life went on, as it always does, but [Name] carried with her a newfound sense of peace. She had faced her demons, confronted her past, and finally, begun to heal.

And somewhere, in a quiet corner of the world, Monica and Chandler watched their children play, grateful for the second chance they had been given and the forgiveness they had received.

{So sorry if this is too long}

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[lanawinterscigarettes]

Heyyy, i saw your ficmas post and i was wondering if you would write about gn reader helping monica geller wrap presents

absolutely I can! thanks so much for the ficmas request <3

Ficmas Day 3: gn reader helping Monica Geller wrap presents

Warnings: Monica's a bit of a control freak but we stil love her, lots of fluff

The holidays were known as one of the most stressful times of the year, and that was certainly the case when you had Monica as your girlfriend. Everything always had to be done just so, and that included wrapping the presents.

"You're not doing it properly," she lightly scolded as she took the package and wrapping paper from you. "See, you want to keep everything lined up properly so that it's even when you go to wrap it."

"No, Mon, you want to keep everything lined up properly. I want to do this," you replied while taking a bow and sticking it to her forehead. It was definitely worth it despite the look she gave you afterwards.

"Every year," she muttered with a slight eye roll as she took the bow off and stuck it on the freshly wrapped gift. "See, doesn't it look so much better when it's perfect?"

"Maybe, but I kind of like it when some gifts are wrapped funny. It gives them character," you commented while moving on to the next present, not missing the second look she shot your way that was even worse than the one before it. "What?"

"I want everything to be perfect. If it's not perfect, then it has to be done again until it is perfect," she stated firmly, talking less to you at this point and more to herself.

"Who cares about it being perfect? The whole point of wrapping gifts together is that it's an activity that's supposed to be fun, not stress inducing," you reminded while watching her sort through the different colored ribbons.

"This isn't stress inducing!" She protested with a slight scoff, seeming almost offended by your words. "Last year it was stress inducing because Joey got tangled up in the tinsel and I wasn't able to get everything wrapped until the last minute."

You certainly remembered that happening all too well. While you, Monica, and Phoebe had been trying to get gift wrapping done, Joey had been left unattended with the Christmas decorations, which resulted in several boxes of tinsel getting somehow wrapped around him until he could barely move.

"Why don't we come up with a system, then? That might make this a bit more easier to get through," you suggested, fully aware of just how much she loved it when things were organized.

Just like you'd expected, she perked up at your words immediately, seeming intrigued by them. "I'm listening," she said, which prompted you to continue.

"You wrap the gifts, and I'll hand the stuff to you when you need it. That way everything gets done exactly the way you want it to be, but I'll still be helping and you won't have to do it all by yourself."

She thought it over for a moment or so before responding. "Sweetie, have I told you recently just how much I love you?"

The corners of your lips turned upwards into a bashful smile at her words. "Maybe, but tell me again anyway," you replied in a teasing manner, to which she cupped your face and pulled you in for a loving kiss.

"So, so much," she murmured softly, kissing you again before letting go of your face and turning her attention back to the stack of gifts that still needed to be wrapped. "Hand me that one at the top," she ordered while pointing at it, having gone from sweet and loving to authoritative and bossy in an instant. The sight was almost impressive to see.

You spent the rest of the afternoon working in perfect harmony with each other as you finished getting the rest of the gifts wrapped, thankfully not having a repeat of last year with Joey and the tinsel as him and Chandler were at a Knicks game.

"Now all we need to do is find a place to hide them so nobody can peek," you mused as Monica stood back to marvel at her completed work.

"I know what we should do," she suddenly blurted out in excitement. "We should organize them. The question is, should it be in the order of biggest to smallest, or the order that we got them wrapped?"

"Why don't we take a break from the presents for a moment and have some hot chocolate first?" You gently offered instead, knowing if you didn't stop her now she was going to be up for the rest of the night.

She sighed in disappointment. "Aw, man. I was really looking forward to it, though," she whined like a petulant child.

"I know you were, but you can't organize them properly if you aren't well rested," you countered while taking her by the hand and guiding her out of the living room and into the kitchen.

"Yeah, I guess you've got a point there," she reluctantly agreed as she began to pull out the stuff to make hot chocolate. "But now I get a chance to use my new pot for melting the chocolate! I got it on sale," she gleefully added while you simply shook your head in amusement. It was endearing how excited she got at something as small as that.

Maybe the holidays wouldn't be nearly as stressful this year as you initially thought.

End notes: I hope this is good but idk if it is lmao

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Monica x brother!reader - brotherly love

Hiii, hru? I was wondering if maybe you could write a Monica Geller x younger brother reader in which the reader finds out about her's and Chandler's secret relationship and gets overprotective with Monica. Thanks! - @benjibing 💜

You were always so busy with your job that you never had much time to spend getting to see your brother and sister even though you lived in the same city as then.

But you had just started your holiday and before doing absolutely nothing you decided to go see them, so you stopped by Monica’s apartment hoping they were both there.

You flung the door open.

“Your favourite brother is here!” You shouted.

Hearing a scream and the sound of somebody falling over you snapped your head to the couch to see Chandler stood there looking guilty and Monica getting up from the floor.

“Well, this has been fun I’ve got to go.”

He went to walk past you, and you blocked his path.

“What were you doing to my sister Bing?” You asked lowly.

“Definitely… not kissing her…?” He whispered.

“(Y/N) wait!”

Before Monica could stop you, you had grabbed Chandler by the collar of his sweater, slamming him against one of the walls making him groan in pain.

“Okay! Okay I’m sorry I won’t even look at Monica again!”

“Chandler!”

Monica stormed over, placing her hand on your arm, giving your a soft look.

“Please put him down and let us explain.”

“No, I’m not having some guy making out with you, especially not Chandler. He’s Ross’ best friend he should know you don’t get involved with your best friends sister.”

“Please! Please just let him go!” She pleaded.

You looked at Monica and sighed, letting go of her boyfriend and he immediately hid behind her.

“Seriously? That’s a coward move.”

“You’re terrifying man!”

You went to step forward and Monica stopped you.

“Hey! Just sit down.”

You grumbled, sitting down on the kitchen chair and you looked at them, gesturing between the pair of them.

“How long as this been going on?”

“Since London…” Monica mumbled.

You slowly nodded your head.

“Does anyone know?”

“No, please don’t tell them. We’re not ready to tell anybody yet.” Chandler said.

You flicked your gaze to him, pointing to him and a chair, and he slowly walked over to sit down.

“Mon, can we have a few minutes?” You asked.

“You’re not going to kill him right? Because I really don’t want to visit you in prison.”

Getting up, you walked over and hugged her gently, patting her back a few times before you pulled away from her.

“I’ll come over in a few minutes, can you go keep Joey busy?”

“Yeah, of course.”

Monica walked over to chandler and kissed his forehead.

“Good luck…” she whispered.

With that she left, and you sat back down.

“Why my sister?”

“She’s.. she’s just amazing. Monica is the best woman I’ve ever been with.”

“How did it start?”

“It was supposed to be a causal thing just in London, then it progressed into a relationship but we’re trying to keep it just to ourselves.”

You slowly nodded your head.

“Do you love her?”

Chandler went quiet.

“Do you love my sister?”

“Yes! I.. I love her okay.. I love her so much she’s just amazing…”

You stood up, walking over to sit on the back of the couch as you carried on watching him.

“A lot of people have hurt Monica. She’s cried over a lot of guys, and I’ve had to beat down a lot of guys because of it.”

Chandler seemed to grow a little nervous, and he pushed himself away slightly on the chair.

“I couldn’t think of a better guy to date her.”

His face immediately lit up with a smile, and he stood up.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah man, I’ve known you a long time, I know you’re not a player like Joey, I know you won’t cheat on her.”

“That’s such a relief honestly I thought you were going to straight up murder me and this throw me over the Brooklyn bridge…”

You shrugged a little bit making his eyes widen.

“Look, I approve of you seeing my sister Chandler, but if you hurt her, if you make her cry, if you cheat on her, if you treat Monica less than anything than a literal queen that she deserves to be treated like I’ll find you, I’ll make your life a living hell. I’ll destroy every relationship you get into, I’ll run you out of every apartment, have you constantly looking over your shoulder.”

“No…”

You walked over, placing your hand on his shoulder as you smirked a little bit.

“I’m a cop Chandler… trust me I can find you anywhere…”

With that, you pat his shoulder a few times.

“Later buddy, I’m taking Monica, Rachel and Phoebe out for lunch! And don’t worry, you secret is safe with me!”

With that you left the apartment leaving Chandler rethinking all of his life choices.

He decided to go to his apartment in the hopes maybe Joey could help distract him, but your words hung heavy over him.

He knew you were protective of your sister, and what scared him even more is he didn’t know if you would actually follow through with your threat or not, but he wanted to show you that he was for real.

He was going to show you that you could trust Monica to him, no matter what it took in order to do that

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Hey, how you doin’? I would love to write for all of you.

Currently rewatching Friends for the millionth time and binge watching the Scream franchise again. My old account got deleted for some reasons I can explain, and that’s because I forgot my password.

So many pending and discontinued books of mine are in Wattpad. You can check it out but I’m inactive as of now. But I am here, willing to write for all of you. I love video games, don’t even get me started. Grand Theft Auto is the best, all of them. But V is the goat. Far Cry, Horizon, Call of Duty, Resident Evil, God of War, Assassin’s Creed, even arcade games like Mortal Kombat, Street Fighter, Tekken are my favorite.

Had a few stan accounts but I sort of discontinued them, thought I might be too old or I’m running out of ideas, or that I’m not interested anymore or just too busy to edit and post everyday. I will be active here just to write you sum stuff ✎ᝰ.

Although there are rules ೀ

SFW ONLY.ᐟ

I wouldn’t mind a little lovey lovey but NOT SMUT. I don’t write smut. Except for books that wont work without that part. But for oneshots, I get a little uncomfortable writing smuts. And I’m bad at writing them. I’m mostly good with fluffs and angst.

RESPECT.ᐟ

Please know how to respect each other.

I will not tolerate mean comments. Try me, and I will REPORT you. I wouldn’t mind for you to correct me if I make a mistake, but you don’t have to be mean ˶•⤙•˶

If you did send me a request it doesn’t necessarily mean that I’m obligated to do it. I’m a student with things to do as well.

REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY CLOSED.ᐟ

You are free to send me requests through my inbox. Anything that comes to mind, but so remember SFW ONLY. I’ll be happy to entertain you and write for you to your liking. But closed requests means CLOSED. I will not be entertaining any requests when my requests are closed.