#but monica is freakishly strong

[djkerr]

The next best thing would be Monica.

Friends 05x16 The One With the Cop

FRIENDS (1994 - 2004) THE ONE WITH THE COP

[lihikainanea]

alright what about Tiger attempting to teach Bill some martial arts and Bill refusing to take shit seriously i.e. being a horn dog and annoying Tiger

fuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUU--

GOD I HAVE SUCH A KINK FOR THIS.

I don’t know why I get so turned on by the idea of fighting dudes I like.  It’s literally one of my biggest fantasies.

And my therapist has a whole bunch of theories around it, mostly because I was a very tactile kid and I’ve always read people through touch, and then when I turned to martial arts as a form of therapy I took that with me and started to associate a really rough touch with positive feelings--getting punched made me feel angry, but punching back gave me an outlet for that anger and that made me feel good. The more I competed the more I started to associate pain, bruises, broken bones with the pure elation of winning--tournaments, competitions, etc. My brain is wired very, very weirdly because of it.

ANYWAYYYYY.

Listen, because tiger is me in my own world, I VERY MUCH think of her as a fighter. A real scrappy one, too. Maybe formally trained--I like that idea too, because I’m formally trained. And I like to HC her as much smaller than Bill because I also have a raging size kink. BUT, those things aside--listen, maybe Bill knows real goddamn well how scrappy she is. And tiger is probably freakishly strong--like, you know how Monica in Friends is freakishly strong? Like that. I love this thought that Bill won’t ever let her massage his shoulders because she presses way too hard and it’s excruciating. And I also love this thought that sometimes when tiger needs him real bad, she’ll forget how strong her grip is and she’ll reach down to grab hold of him and poor Bill will just s h r i e k because she squeezed his man bits way too hard.

But like, let’s go with the majority here and say tiger really doesn’t have any formal training, she was just a scrappy teenager and always knew how to throw a few rounds. She grew up knowing how to throw a right hook and very threateningly reminds Bill of that every now and then. Awhile ago, at the very beginning of this blog I wrote just a tiny imagine about like...what if Bill gets a role in an action movie, right? And he’s working with a stunt team, learning choreographed fights, etc. And tiger took some time off to visit him on set, but filming scenes is boring Bill and she literally cannot watch him say the same line for the 43rd fucking time in 7 minutes. So instead, she wanders off to where some real big boys and girls are rolling on mats, throwing punches, doing take downs. And maybe one of the guys tells her to square up--jokingly--but tiger legitimately got excited and ran onto the mat.

And for the next like, 4 hours--while Bill shot one scene over and over and over again--tiger is breaking a sweat with the stunt team, learning some legitimate fighting techniques. Maybe this carries on for the week that she’s visiting him on set.

And one day when he’s not filming, he has to go in to rehearse a really complicated fight scene--and tiger jumps at the opportunity to go with him. And she watches him, rolling around on the ground, breaking a sweat--and she’s getting really turned on. And the dude he’s rolling with steps aside at one point, motions her in.

“Alright buddy,” he says to Bill, “Why don’t you give it a shot with your little lady, here?”

And Bill’s eyes go wide, because no. No way. Tiger is clumsy and he doesn’t actually want to fight her(despite his HUGE RESISTANCE KINK) but it’s really unfortunate for Bill that he realizes--far too late--that he really has no say in the matter.

Because tiger is barrelling towards him at full speed and before he can blink she takes him out at the knees--pulls them up as she pushes a shoulder into his stomach, the way they taught her--and then suddenly Bill is rolled over her and onto his back and she’s on top of him with a forearm across his neck.

Oh, oh now he wants to fight her. She drags him up to his feet--Jesus she’s strong--gives him a shove, and gets back into position. He lunges for her--she ducks, moves around, sweeps his feet. He regains his balance as she throws a light kick to his stomach but she’s too slow on the draw back--and he grabs it, juts his leg behind hers to lock her ankle, and slams her back onto the mat.

But a second later her shin is across his chest and he’s being flung over her again, until he’s locked in an arm bar beneath her.

The stunt team starts taking bets.

He taps her arm to release him and she does, kicking back up to her feet. He throws a light punch, she bats it out of the way and throws one back that lands. Then another one. He winds up, but she ducks under his elbow and ends up behind him.

“Put the sleeper on ‘em,” one of the stunt dudes yells.

Suddenly Bill feels hands on his shoulders, pressing down as she uses him to vault up onto his shoulders. She locks her legs, pitching forward and he follows--thudding to the mat with a giant BOOM, his head between her thighs.

“I win,” she smirks. And she gets up, extends a friendly hand to him to haul him up. He lets her pull him into a standing position--even hugs her in mock sportsmanship, all so he can lena down and whisper menacingly in her ear.

“I hope it was worth it, kid,” he growls, “Because you’re going to be real sorry later.”

[zootycutieart]

I'd been wanting to redo my Oggy OCs, along with introducing some new ones, so I simply decided to redo them all in a row, and then post them all at once, along with sharpening up their bios. ^_^ 

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The Weevils are a family consisting of three sisters and their cousins, who are sisters to each other. The three moved from the big city to a tree in Oggy's backyard due to the tree in the city's park that they used to live in being torn down. Meanwhile, their cousins, much more urban than them, continue to live in the ventilation system of a ritzy hotel downtown. While much kinder than the cockroaches, these girls still have a way with being a thorn in the sides of anyone, even if they don't mean it.

Ginger is the middle child of the three siblings. What else can be said about her but...eh? She doesn't really have anything special going for her, something she is entirely aware of and HATES. She tries to do everything in her power to be noticeable, to find that one thing that'll "click" for her. Sure, she's good at a lot of things, but she wants to find that one thing that she's GREAT at. Unrelated to this, she's got the major hots for Marky, who she somehow sees as way more handsome and kind than he really is. Of course, no one else sees it, and Marky just thinks she's "nice", and that's about it. Baby is, well, the baby of the sisters. Still young enough to be able to pull of "cute" unironically, she loves everything pastel, sparkly, and pretty. Unicorns, stuffed animals, and rainbows, and all that good stuff. She's also drilled it in her mind, and the minds of everyone else, that she's going to be a ballerina when she grows up, so she's stuck in that phase, too. Thankfully, she's also a pure sweetie, and she's a little angel towards every single person who babysits her...except for Joey, she turns into a little hellion when it comes to him. Of course, he can't convince anyone else that she's like this. Scary is the eldest of the three sisters. Interested in all things creepy, kooky, mysterious, and spooky, Scary certainly looks the freaky part with her dark colors and brooding personality. Loner by nature, she prefers to be alone with her studies. However, when October hits, she becomes an entirely different weevil. Like, freakishly different. She becomes happy, energetic, and all around gleeful for her favorite month. And, ironically, THIS makes her even scarier to most people! Sporty is the younger of the two sisters of the Weevil Cousins. Aficionado of anything energetic, she spends most of her time at the gym in the city's hotel. If she's not there, she's buzzing around the city for a jog or downing a custom blend drink at the smoothie shop. She wears every scuff and bruise with pride, not realizing that she really should be calming down and taking care of herself better. She's a bit bugged by how lazy Oggy and the Cockroaches are whenever she visits, but she's on the same sync as Monica, so naturally, the two are great friends. Posh is the older of the two Weevil Cousins. The complete opposite of her younger sister, she's all about the high life that the position in her location lets her live. From shopping to makeovers to fine dining, she has cash to throw around. She thinks a bit lowly of the Cockroaches (despite them trying to charm her because she's rich and pretty), though she finds an odd charm with their older cousin. Unsurprisingly, she's also really good friends with Lady K, who may or may not be manipulating her a bit.

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The Beetle Brothers are four ladybugs that live in the ventilation system of Jack's apartment complex. While they're happy living there, they often hitch a ride on Jack's monster truck whenever he visits Oggy. Despite the fact everyone else sees them as cute bugs, something they play up, their true personalities show whenever they're around the Cockroaches. They might be even more cunning and ruthless than they are! The symbols above them are their spots' pattern. John is the second-eldest of the brothers, yet also the unofficial leader of them. As the smartest of the group, he'll often come up with crafty schemes. However, he often really doesn't take this "leadership" seriously. He has the tendency to create fake schemes to screw around with others, especially if it leads to a laugh at the others' expense. He's the biggest rival with Joey when it comes to their rivalry with the Cockroaches. Paul is the second youngest of the quartet. Despite his small stature, he's the ladykiller of the group. He's the second-in-command of the group, and has a good sense of humor that leaves him in high spirits, giving him an extra layer of charm. Thanks to this, he's Marky's chief rival in the rivalry. George is the youngest of the four, despite being the tallest by a slight amount. He's quiet and philosophical, and often just follows the others. Despite his slimmer build, he has a surprising appetite on him, making him Dee Dee's chief rival, though he doesn't really like to consider himself a "rival" at all. Ringo is the eldest of the brothers, despite being the shortest of them. Since he doesn't have a Cockroach to consider him a rival, he often does his own thing, despite following the others to wherever they go. In reality, he's just happy to be there. As such, he give off the kindest aura of the four, and he's often left alone to his own doings.

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Madeline is Jack's older sister and Oggy and Monica's oldest cousin, along with being the mother of Jack's nephew. She recently went through a messy divorce with her ex-husband. While she got custody of their son, her self esteem has recently plummeted. She tries to be a good mother, but, combined with her own issues and her son's recent antisocial phase, it has been a struggle, and she seems to be drinking in a way that's less "on occasion" lately. Despite this, she is still a lovely person, and loves her brother and cousins dearly. She even tolerates the Cockroaches. Key word tolerates, she won't hesitate to swat them when they pester her too much. Also, with the addition of Ramona in her life, maybe it'll turn around? Ramona is a Madagascar Hissing Cockroach. An incident where she decided to "find herself" led her accidentally getting caught up in the pet trade, where she was rescued by Madeline. Living cushy in a terrarium in Madeline's house, she's far from a pest. Even liked by Oggy, she's not your average cockroach! Since she's slightly taller than the Cockroaches, they've decided that she should join them. Joey sees her as a means to cause chaos, Marky sees her as his next romantic endeavor, and Dee Dee sees her as someone that likes some of the same food as him. She likes Dee Dee the best, obviously. She has no interest in chaos, and would rather just play video games or write her stories. Arnold is a bodybuilder Hercules Beetle. He's tall, he's buff, he's strong, he's handsome...he has crippling anxiety that he hides behind all of this. In reality, he's nervous about most things, but tries to keep a cool persona around everyone. He lives in Bob's vents, who he conveniently uses to hide a lot of his worries. I mean, if people aren't going to tussle with Bob, he'll obviously be safe there. The only person to know of his true self is Sporty, who he's currently dating.

[shandidellamorte]

~Crüe AU writings 12~

Now we delve into the dirt. >3 People are always talking about how Nikki can look so feral. I couldn’t agree more~ WARNING: Some blood and gore! Read at your own discretion!

~Shandi

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~VAMPIRE AU Part 12~

Summary: Vince lets Nikki loose on his rivals. (told from Vince’s POV)

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“It’s time, Nikki~” 

Fuck, it gets me so hot when he looks at me with those freakishly red eyes~ He crawls to me like the dog that he is, grabs onto my leg and rubs his cheek against my thigh. “I want blood..” His voice is a deep growl, dripping with hunger and lust~ He has a spiked red leather collar around his neck now. A symbol of my ownership~ I pet his head and he purrs at my touch “Of course you do, baby~ But first..you’re going to hunt for me. You’re not a Fledgling anymore. You’re strong. You’re fast. You’re powerful because of me. Because I gave you what you were denied. You will help me take control won’t you~?” 

“Control..of what..?” 

“It’s time for the devil to get his due~ I’m tired of being the Master of only one territory. I want them all..and with you I will have them~ We’re going to find the other Masters and you’re going to take them out for me..aren’t you Nikki~?” His eyes shine in the dim light. He’s ready~ “Whatever you want..Master~” 

That’s right. I am the Master~

Our first stop is Beverly Hills. I never could stand that fucker Axl Rose. I take total fucking pleasure in watching Nikki pounce on him, tear open his chest and rip out his heart~ He holds it up like a trophy before biting into it. I give him a few moments to savor his kill while I set Rose’s body on fire. Good fucking riddance~ Next is Santa Monica. A particularly beautiful one, this..Sebastian. I can’t have that now can I~? Nikki slowly peels all the skin off his face, just so he can wallow in his own hideousness while he feasts on his guts. My little puppy knows how to make me happy~ 

We take one of my limos to Long Beach. Nikki sits beside me looking absolutely frenzied. His red eyes are flaring. His fangs and mouth are still dripping with blood. His breathing is heavy. He has a demented smile. So fucking hot~ I lick the blood from his face and he starts to purr again. I love that~ “You’re such a good boy for me~” My hand rubs at the obvious bulge in his pants. “You love killing for me don’t you? It gets you off~” He nods. “Yeeah..”

“Must be uncomfortable, hm~? I bet my good little boy would like a nice blow wouldn’t he~?” 

“Please..”

“Please..what~?”

“Please...Master..”

“That’s my good boy~”As soon as I open his pants and wrap my lips around his cock he grabs my hair and practically fucks my mouth until he cums. Now he’s ready to kill again~ I send him out on his own this time as a reward~ He rampages through the building, tearing apart everyone in his path like a wild beast~ By the time he’s done the floor is littered with blood and body parts. This one..I forget his name..is a disgusting coward. He’s locked himself in a vault. I leave my human Entourage behind to get in and take him out. It’s getting much too close to dawn for us to stay out any longer. My good boy’s done so well~ When we get back I take him to my room. I let him get his fill of my blood while he fucks me. He’s as savage in bed as he is on the hunt~ 

Tomorrow night..Mars is dead~ 

To be Continued!!

[vestedwithquips]

@ofcleversway

[I made a face and my eyes widened slightly as I heard Monica's retort. Knowing better than to test her threat now because the truth was, she probably could kick my ass and not even break a sweat doing so. Monica was freakishly strong and although she was too kind to even hurt a fly, I also didn't want to do or say anything to provoke her strength] Well, it wouldn't be the first time that a girl beat me up. Besides, you're beautiful, so even though my pride would still be wounded, maybe I wouldn't mind it so much if you were the one on the punching end of things. [I teased in reply. My teasing laced with a compliment and a pathetic attempt to flirt too, so there was also that. I thought to myself as the two of us continued toward the maternity wing] It bodes well for me that you know my preferences in movies and you don't consider me a wimp because of it. [I said through a light laugh as we ultimately reached the plexiglass wall with the babies on the other side of it. Between Rachel and Monica, I felt like I was about to be a puddle of sweat right here on this floor. What's with women and babies. My God. Pump the brakes. Slow down. I practically screamed out in my mind. One date and I could already see the baby fever in her eyes. Feeling a lump form in my throat as I gasped silently in an attempt to get some air. Of course in usual Chandler Bing fashion, I told an ill-timed and offensive joke, which neither of them found funny, might I add, before we continued toward Phoebe's hospital room. Once inside the room, I saw Joey and Ross already around the hospital bed while Phoebe held the babies on a pillow in front of her. I was relieved to see Phoebe was okay but I wasn't as into babies as the others were, so while Rachel and Monica continued toward Phoebe's hospital bed with bright grins, I lowered myself down into an open chair adjacent from the bed] "Do you guys want to hold the babies?" [Phoebe offered to Rachel and Monica. Surprisingly Joey chimed in first with an enthusiastic "yes," before Phoebe started to pass a baby, one at a time, to those who wanted to hold a baby. Nope. Not me. Not a chance in hell. I thought to myself as I remained contentedly silent here in the chair. The others could hold the babies and enjoy themselves. I'd just sit here and stew in my commitment issues while Monica got out her baby fix now while holding and gushing over the babies... At least I hoped she got it out of her system, because I definitely wasn't ready for babies, marriage, or anything to requires a whole lot of commitment]

Continued

@vestedwithquips

Monica was at her end for the day. If it wasn’t for Chandler pissing her off earlier she would’ve sulked her way to the exit doors and left and forgot about this so called meeting with the guys Rachel had wanted to set her up with. But the competitive nature inside of her barked out. She wanted to prove a point to the man that made it so clear he was only ever interested in sex, no feelings her bad; that was all in her head it appeared. But Monica followed her hearing the supply closet door, and it wasn’t all that surprising to find the man that consumed her thoughts to be in here making the commotion. 

Sitting on the floor, buckets that made the sound, rags hitting his leg, His head had good drop of what looked like a scratch or blood? Was he hurt? Her heart sank realizing he was probably hiding. From what or who remained to be seen. Monica was more concerned about his well being despite the idiot he was. She had inched the door open farther shedding the good portion of light into the room, as she got a better look at him. 

What an idiot she said to herself, as he tried to defend himself on why he found himself inside the supply closet. I fought the urge to roll my eyes at him. Which was forgotten when I heard his quip about one of the men Rachel and I were talking to. Was that jealousy I detached? I was almost surprised seeing as Chandler was a man of few words especially about how he felt. He definitely told me it was okay to see other people. Implying what we had was only causal. Did I want to hate other people? No of course not. But Chandler had insisted and how he had the audacity to be jealous assuming that was the emotion I had detached. 

Moving my hand to my hips, I had uttered a “ You don’t get to do that, not after you..” I almost finished my sentence with pushed me to date, it’s lucky I heard the footsteps that creeped up behind me which was only confirmed when I heard the guy’s voice, and in which he seemed to shut Chandler up. I glanced over my shoulder with a smile, an impressed smile. Was everything okay here? No because I was seconds from giving the man I had fallen for a piece of my mind, instead i was forcing myself to play nice, I was worried about that head lack with the formed redness I was surprised Chandler hadn’t reached to check the wound yet. 

Forcing a flirtatious smile to the male behind me, I had pressed a lingering hand to his chest as I aired out my words. “ we’re fine, but can you please take a look at Chandler, it seems like he hit his head pretty hard.” I was worried but I also was displaying the dig towards the man that did hurt me, and my wounded heart; kinda served him right for landing in this position. 

The female stepped aside letting the male nurse; enter, under his arm was coming around Chandler’s back to help lift him up to his feet, “ We’ll have you looked at in no time.” This guy was perfect, it was a shame, my heart was spoken for; despite all the arrows pointed at me to leave and cut my losses.

[news-mashable-yahoopartner-blog]

Courteney Cox posts an Instagram 'pivot!' call back to that classic 'Friends' scene

Courteney Cox gave us a dose of '90s nostalgia on Saturday with an Instagram post that brought us right back to the days of beautiful thirty-somethings somehow living in outlandishly expensive Manhattan apartments.

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In the video captioned with #pivot, Cox can be heard berating the folks moving her table down the hall with continuous shouts of, "Pivot! Pivot! Pivot!" Her exasperated helpers seem less than enthused to be in on the joke, with one sarcastically saying, "Very helpful, thank you.

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Just another Friday night #pivot

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Fans will remember that in the Friends scene she's parodying, Rachel and Chandler are helping Ross move a couch that just won't fit up the stairwell. 

He even provides a diagram for the right approach, shouting instructions during the attempt that devolve into "Pivot! Pivot! Pivot!" and Chandler responding with, "Shut up! Shut up!"

Cox's character Monica wasn't even in the scene. But Chandler does admit that she would have been the better option to help since, "Monica is freakishly strong."

She didn't show off her freakish strength in the IRL recreation, either. But we're sure her onscreen brother Ross would approve of her methods anyway.

[h/t Buzzfeed]

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[foodwineanddowntonabbey]

It’s been a week since series 6 ended, and I have already forgotten much of it. The quality of the stories really took a nosedive after S3, and still hasn’t recovered. I also find Thomas’ style of writing about “issues” ponderous and contrived, and there were few moments that were downright cringe worthy - the borderline apologist FGM episode and the death from the pill being the worst. There also seemed to be even less focus on the patients and the mothers than there was in the past. The clinics hardly feature, and there seems to be very little of the original sense of community, neighbourhood, place, left.

It appears that Bryony Hannah has joined the number of actors who have left for good (along with Miranda Hart who pulled out last minute), meaning less than half of the cast left are original, and the new additions have got weaker and weaker. I do like Nurse Crane and Barbara, but Sister Winifred still seems pointless and annoying, while Patsy is like a different character from who she was in S3. Valerie was in the this series more like a plot device, a filler girl, at this point. I’m also struggling to care about Fred’s wife, or - most of all - of Delia, the dullest lesbian on TV. It seems that all these characters were created to be so awfully nice that there’s just no edge, nothing interesting, about them.

Which brings me to Harriet Walter’s brief stint as Sister Ursula. I cannot believe that they would bring in an actress of her stature and then give her such a crappy character and storyline. She served no point at all, and her storyline was resolved in a manner that suggested that Heidi Thomas just couldn’t be arsed to bring herself to care about her own character. Such waste of Walter, who was probably the best actress ever to appear in this show.

It wasn’t all gloom tho. I loved Phyllis this series, and quite liked Barbara too (tho could leave or take her relationship with Tom). I still love Trixie the best (and absolutely hated the plasticky Ken doll of a boyfriend Thomas gave her), and wish Sister Julienne had got a bit more to do - she and Sister Monica Joan too. One of the little things that bother me is MJ’s dementia; it doesn’t tend to be an illness from which one recovers, so it seems a bit sloppy that she has become merely an old eccentric rather than someone struggling to keep her mind together. I also still love the Turners, but do they have to be so freakishly Pleasantville? Shelagh is so manically cheerful in her housewifey thing that I expect her to be revealed to be some sort of flesh eating monster, 1950s horror movie style. Still, I loved the birth scene with Sister Julienne (and for once thought that bringing the good doc in the scene added nothing).

I kind of feel about this series that it’s like an old school friend, the sort that you’d never be friends with if you first met them just now, but continue to be friends with because of the shared history. I loved the “original series”, the original characters, the edge it had, that strong sense of community of women together, working in difficult conditions, and although it’s completely different now, continue to watch out of sentimentality. Still, the scripts will seriously need to step up for this thing to successfully carry on for another three series.

[oleathe]

What if Monica was "freakishly strong" because she grew up with a brother and they physically fought all the time growing up

[vestedwithquips]

@ofcleversway

[Monica was angry. Angrier than I had ever seen her. Angry Monica was scary, if I'm being honest here, but even worse knowing that anger was aimed for me. Hell, if I wasn't injured currently, there's a good chance she'd kick my ass. Sure, as humiliating as it would be to admit Monica beat me up, Monica was tough as nails. She's like, freakishly strong, so I knew if she wanted to kick my ass, she had the strength to do it. The thing was, I hated this male nurse. Yeah, I knew I didn't actually know him, so I couldn't fairly hate him, but I didn't care about logic now, because I still hated him. Of course I knew that was only because he was going out with Monica, and I hated the thought of someone else dating Monica, so in that sense, my disdain toward him was justified. Either way though, as much as I hated him, I did appreciate him coming into the room every few minutes, because if nothing else, maybe it gave Monica a chance to reduce her anger toward me in the short spurts he was here in the room; interrupting our conversation, as a result. This time when the male nurse left to get my x-rays processed, Monica and I resumed our conversation with one another. I did manage to ask her if she was really going to go out with that male nurse, and judging by her initial response, I wondered if this was the point that I had pushed her to her limits, and she would kick my ass. Yeah... Being the idiot I was, I managed to get someone as amazing as Monica to date me, and I went and screwed it up. Yep. Sounds about right. Good one, Chandler. Well done. Idiot. I silently chastised myself, but paused in thought when I heard her follow up question. Wait, was Monica giving me another chance? A chance to redeem myself? Okay, Chandler, this is your shot... Don't blow it again. I silently scolded myself as I chose my words very carefully] I think when I referred to us as "just messing around," you may have misunderstood what I meant. [Pausing a second to quickly collect my thoughts before continuing] When I say, "messing around," what I mean is... Two people who are best friends... Who laugh together and really enjoy each other's company... People who are crazy about each other, and just want to see where it leads with time. [I said gently as a slow, uncertain smile shifted to the very corners of my lips. Hoping I wasn't blowing this now, but for added Chandler humor, I quickly and playfully adding] Oh, and don't get me started on the amazing sex they have together, too. [I said through a slight grin as I continued] But if your definition of "messing around" and mine differ, than we need to get you a copy of my personal dictionary. [I gently teased. My eyes shifting into a roll and a groaned in frustration though when the door opened again and the male nurse returned] As always, your timing is impeccable. [I sarcastically blurted out before another roll of my eyes. Expelling a breath though when I noticed the supply cart coming into the room with him. Something telling me I wasn't going to like what he had to say] "Okay, Chandler, I've got good news and bad news." [The male nurse started to say before continuing] "The bad news is, you have a severe sprain and hairline fracture in your ankle, so you'll need to wear a boot for a few weeks while it heals. You'll be on crutches for about a week too. The good news is though, the injury won't require surgery, and once I get you fitted for a boot and crutches, you'll be free to go." [He explained; prompting me to mutter out in reply] Do what you need to. The sooner you do, the sooner I can get out of here, and muster up what's left of my dignity. [I blurted out sarcastically as he nodded and then fitted me for my new, ridiculous looking footwear. After tightening the straps to keep it from moving on my foot, he left the room again to get me some crutches] Look, Monica, I'm sorry I upset you earlier. The thought of you going out with that male nurse is driving me crazy, but at the same point, I know I'm not exactly a catch, so if you dating him makes you happy, I won't stand in your way.

Continued

@vestedwithquips

Monica was at her end for the day. If it wasn’t for Chandler pissing her off earlier she would’ve sulked her way to the exit doors and left and forgot about this so called meeting with the guys Rachel had wanted to set her up with. But the competitive nature inside of her barked out. She wanted to prove a point to the man that made it so clear he was only ever interested in sex, no feelings her bad; that was all in her head it appeared. But Monica followed her hearing the supply closet door, and it wasn’t all that surprising to find the man that consumed her thoughts to be in here making the commotion. 

Sitting on the floor, buckets that made the sound, rags hitting his leg, His head had good drop of what looked like a scratch or blood? Was he hurt? Her heart sank realizing he was probably hiding. From what or who remained to be seen. Monica was more concerned about his well being despite the idiot he was. She had inched the door open farther shedding the good portion of light into the room, as she got a better look at him. 

What an idiot she said to herself, as he tried to defend himself on why he found himself inside the supply closet. I fought the urge to roll my eyes at him. Which was forgotten when I heard his quip about one of the men Rachel and I were talking to. Was that jealousy I detached? I was almost surprised seeing as Chandler was a man of few words especially about how he felt. He definitely told me it was okay to see other people. Implying what we had was only causal. Did I want to hate other people? No of course not. But Chandler had insisted and how he had the audacity to be jealous assuming that was the emotion I had detached. 

Moving my hand to my hips, I had uttered a “ You don’t get to do that, not after you..” I almost finished my sentence with pushed me to date, it’s lucky I heard the footsteps that creeped up behind me which was only confirmed when I heard the guy’s voice, and in which he seemed to shut Chandler up. I glanced over my shoulder with a smile, an impressed smile. Was everything okay here? No because I was seconds from giving the man I had fallen for a piece of my mind, instead i was forcing myself to play nice, I was worried about that head lack with the formed redness I was surprised Chandler hadn’t reached to check the wound yet. 

Forcing a flirtatious smile to the male behind me, I had pressed a lingering hand to his chest as I aired out my words. “ we’re fine, but can you please take a look at Chandler, it seems like he hit his head pretty hard.” I was worried but I also was displaying the dig towards the man that did hurt me, and my wounded heart; kinda served him right for landing in this position. 

The female stepped aside letting the male nurse; enter, under his arm was coming around Chandler’s back to help lift him up to his feet, “ We’ll have you looked at in no time.” This guy was perfect, it was a shame, my heart was spoken for; despite all the arrows pointed at me to leave and cut my losses.