'break'....oops

BTS as doctors

Rap monster: “so you have a papercut!”

(Holds the hand) 

(Hand breaks)

“Oops..I mean dw I’m a doctor..let me just go get my colleague..”

Jin: “aha I see so you want a facial..mm I have to tell you this, it’ll be hard, almost impossible, Idk how to say this but…I can’t work on ugly faces…sorry”

Suga: “sorry can’t see any patients today we’re closed”

“you’ve been “closed” for months now!!”

“I’m just too tired fuck off”

J-hope: (screaming)

Patient is staring at him

“Why are you screaming”

“You have a blod stain on your shirt”

“You’re a doctor..!”

(continue to scream)

Jimin: “where does it hurt” - big mochi smile

Patient dies due to an overdose of cuteness

“NO not again..” 

Tae: “okay so you’re in pain?…let me get the pain-killer”

(Doesn’t have any idea which one it is so he just grabs something)

“Let’s see if this one will work…I mean dw I am a doctor..obviously..”

Jungkook: “do you have astma?”

“Idk”

“wait I’ll run a test on you”

(lifts up shirt)

Patient gets a heart attack and have breathing problems

“I see, so you have a weak heart too, noted…”

Long live Hiccup’s leg jokes!

Hiccup: “Weapons. We need weapons.”

Snotlout: *looks at Hiccup’s leg* *grabs it*

Hiccup: *tries to pull away* “Snotlout!” *bangs hand on Snotlout’s helmet* 

Snotlout: “I saw it first!”


Hiccup: “What is it Toothless, is it the other dragons?”

Toothless: *grabs Hiccup’s leg and dashes off*

Astrid: “How long do you think he’ll go before he realizes?”

Hiccup: *sits up* “I don’t know. He seemed pretty comitted.” *looks down and notices his leg is missing*


Ruffnut: “So, if my calculations are correct, which they usually are. Hiccup is on his…”

Tuffnut and Ruffnut: “LAST LEG!”


Tuffnut: *hanging upside down* “Hey, Hiccup. Do you know that upside down you have a medal arm instead of a medal leg?”


Dagur: “Here I think I can fix it.”

Hiccup: “No, no, no, don’t-!”

Dagur: *breaks Hiccup’s leg* “Oops.”


Snotlout: *to Mala* “You do know he only has one leg, right?”

anonymous asked:

Can u do one where (Y/N) and Harry get matching tattoos and at first (Y/N) is nervous ? Thanks!!

YES! Oh my God yes!!!

Originally posted by harrysimpact

“Harry I don’t know…”

“Yeh goh nothin’ to worry about, yeh goh a bunch of tattoos.”

“Yes I know that but…it’s different somehow.”

When you suggested matching tattoos you originally said it as a joke. The next thing you knew you were at a tattoo place, one of Harry’s favorites as you were looking at the idea he had in mind for the two of you. It made you nervous, what if this jinxes the relationship? You have been told countless times never get someone’s name or something that connects you to that person. That it was doomed to failure this way.

But not Harry, oh no…never Mr. Romantic. He had been smitten with you for years, you two just officially got together a year ago. Sure you both were timid at first but once Harry finally let his guard down he really let it down. There was nothing taboo between the two of you what’s so ever. This obviously was going to be one of them.

“Whoh do you mean?” He asked looking at you. “I love you, you love me…and this is one of many symbols of our love. It’s no ring buh…I figure we start with somethin’ ruight?”

“True but…what we break up…” you finally voiced your concerned. Harry just looked at you, wrapping his heavy tattooed arms around you.

“We’re noh breaking oop,” he spoke, you open your mouth to protest but he stops you. “We’re noh gonna break oop. I love you, more then I have ever loved anythin’ in my life. I wanna be with you until we’re old and grey and I have to take care of you in a nursing home.”

“You seriously are bringing The Notebook into this?” You finally spoke up which made him laugh and give you a kiss on the lips.

“Come on swee’art,” he nodded his head and you went along…now or never.

You sat as you watch Harry get his side first, the faint sound of rock music playing in the background along with the buzzing sound of the gun. He took it like a champ you thought, the hand was not the most pleasant place to get a tattoo. Now came your turn, and you felt the nerves hit you. With his free hand he gave your’s a squeeze. You turn to look at him, a smile appearing across your features.

It then dawns you, you never had a tattoo with him and he with you. You both are getting a new tattoo and it’s for each other. Now it made sense, why Harry was so gung ho about it in the beginning. This was a first for the both of you, something so committed. Jesus he was so romantic it almost made you ill.

“All set,” you heard the tattoo artist speak as you look for your own hand. Harry aligns your’s with his, you both looking down at the finished work.

“Covering this up is gonna be a bitch,” you commented but gave him a little kiss with a small giggle. “Kidding babe.”

“Bettah,” he muttered but gave you an even messier kiss causing you to giggle out more. Maybe it was because you or both of you were just woozy, either way…this had to be the happiest in your life.

“John Cena, while you lay there, hopefully as uncomfortable as you possibly can be, I want you to listen to me. I want you to digest this, because before I leave in three weeks with your WWE Championship, I have a lot of things I wanna get off my chest.

I don’t hate you, John. I don’t even dislike you. I like you a hell of a lot more than I like most people in the back. I hate this idea that you’re the best - because you’re not. I’m the best. I’m the best in the world. There’s one thing you’re better at than I am and that’s kissing Vince McMahon’s ass. You’re as good at kissing Vince’s ass as Hulk Hogan was. I don’t know if you’re as good as Dwayne. He’s a pretty good ass-kisser. Always was and still is. Oops - I’m breaking the fourth wall. [Punk waves to the camera.]

I am the best wrestler in the world. I’ve been the best ever since Day One when I walked into this company. And I’ve been vilified and hated since that day because Paul Heyman saw something in me that nobody else wanted to admit. That’s right, I’m a Paul Heyman guy. You know who else was a Paul Heyman guy? Brock Lesnar. And he split, just like I’m splittin’, but the biggest difference between me and Brock is that I’m going to leave with the WWE Championship.

I’ve grabbed so many of Vincent K. McMahon’s imaginary brass rings that it’s finally dawned on me that they’re just that. They’re completely imaginary. The only thing that’s real is me. And the fact that day in and day out, for almost six years, I’ve proved to everybody in the world that I am the best on this microphone, in that ring and even on commentary. Nobody can touch me. And yet, no matter how many times I prove it, I’m not on your lovely little collectors’ cups, I’m not on the cover of the program, I’m barely promoted, I don’t get to be in movies, I’m not on any crappy show on the USA Network, I’m not on the poster of WrestleMania, I’m not on the signature that’s produced at the start of the show. I’m not on Conan O'Brien, I’m not on Jimmy Fallon, but the fact of the matter is I should be. And trust me, this isn’t sour grapes, but the fact that "Dwayne” is in the main event of WrestleMania next year and I’m not, makes me sick!

Oh hey, let me get something straight. Those of you who are cheering me right now - you are just as big a part of me leaving as anyone else, because you’re the ones sipping out of those collector cups right now, you’re the ones that buy those programs that my face isn’t on the cover of, and then at five in the morning at the airport, you try to shove it in my face thinking you can get an autograph and sell it on eBay, because you’re too lazy to get a real job.

I’m leaving with the WWE championship on July 17 and hell, who knows, maybe I’ll go defend it in New Japan Pro Wrestling. Maybe I’ll go back to Ring of Honor.

[Punk waves to the camera again] Hey, Colt Cabana, how you doing?

The reason I’m leaving is you people because after I’m gone you’re still going to pour money into this company - I’m just a spoke on the wheel - the wheel’s gonna keep turning. And I understand that Vince McMahon’s gonna make money despite himself. He’s a millionaire who should be a billionaire. You know why he’s not a billionaire? It’s because he surrounds himself with glad-handing nonsensical douche bag yes-men like John Laurinaitis, who’s gonna tell him everything he wants to hear. And I’d like to think that maybe this company will be better after Vince McMahon is dead, but the fact is, it’s gonna get taken over by his idiotic daughter and his doofus son-in-law and the rest of his stupid family.

Let me tell you a personal story about Vince McMahon. You know we do this whole bully campaign— [microphone cuts off]

I’ve been silenced!“

[cut to black]

Here comes a special boy!! Ready to fight!! Put up your dukes!

(Quick sketch during my lunch break, oops :’) )

MCL|Eldarya: jealous headcanons

It’s 1am, I have to get up in 6 hours omg………….

MCL

Nathaniel: Actually, Nathaniel is pretty calm in these things. But sometimes he becomes too aggressive, which then regrets. He takes this feeling for granted and just tries to behave adequately. But he will kick ass to anyone who will covet you (and if you do it yourself, he will just stand for a couple of minutes in silent admiration).

Castiel: Angry as hell. No seriously?! Who are you anyway, what the hell are you looking at her like a piece of meat? He will wildly want to hit a man, but he will understand that extra hype will bring you discomfort. Then he will simply take your hand firmly and lead you somewhere far away. If this guy continues to pester, then Castiel will obviously break, well, oops. Castiel hates admitting his jealousy, let’s be honest.

Lysander: I already said in my headcanons that Lysander is a calm face and in the background lightning and explosions. One look at him is enough to make guy understand.Just don’t go near his angel, he’ll burn a hole in you with one glance only. If the guy continues to stand on his own, Lysander, like Castiel, immediately takes you far away. Then he will not be in high spirits for a while, but it will pass. He’s probably the most jealous of all the guys, but he tries not to show it.

Kentin: Actually, to him, strangely enough, absolutely no business to other people’s views. He somehow recognizes a potential abuser, so in normal situations he’s a almost calm. But if you are being harassed by some guy…. in general, Kentin becomes like Castiel, only once in 10 is more aggressive. He hates when you take offense at his jealousy and he try to earn your forgiveness with all his strength omg.

Armin: The type of guys who do not care about these things at all. You calmly hang out with the boys in the company, sometimes you can be the center of attention…He just somehow sincerely trusts you and tries not to touch your private space. If some asshole is going to fuck you up, he’ll just laugh, kiss you in the forehead and take you somewhere far away, everything’s fine.

Eldarya

Ezarel: I think he’s the most jealous bitch of all the guys. But he will never admit it. He’s just “I don’t fucking care with whom you hang out there, but throw him off the cliff next time, please. nope, it’s not jealousy,it’s just….funny….”. He will curse any one who will disturb you (poor Nevra…). He. really. never. acknowledges. jealousy.

Nevra: Well, he clearly will abuse his position. Anyone who will pester you will be sent on assignment, even if he is not from his guard. He, in fact, is quite calm and self-assured, so everything is in order.

Valkyon: He’s like Nevra. He is calm and will take off for you any bastard. Yes, and one of its kind inspires fear, so that no one in their right mind will not pester you. Valkyon generally doesn’t feel jealousy at all, he completely trusts you.

Twisted In Love (D.T) Part 3

Summary:  Y/N is an up and coming YouTuber. Grayson falls in love with her, and wants her to be his. Little did he know that his twin brother Ethan had the same idea. Who will win her heart? Who’s heart will get broken?

Word Count: 3,691

Warning: Smut.

A/N: Team Ethan or Team Grayson?

__________________________________________

* * Times Skip - 3 Months * *

Reader’s POV

It’s been three months since Ethan asked me to be his girlfriend at the pizza place. Things between us were going pretty well. The fans were starting to accept our relationship, so the hate started to die down a little. Ethan and Grayson were back to normal. There was no more tension between them, which was a relief. Grayson and I on the other hand, we weren’t really on speaking terms. He still hasn’t spoken to me since what happened. He still hasn’t forgiven me. I mean I guess I can’t really blame him. He was dating Tana Mongeau now. That trashy YouTuber. Yeah I said it! I honestly don’t know what he sees in her. I didn’t even know he was into those kind of girls. I mean he seems happy, so I’m happy for him I guess.

I was in my room writing down some ideas for next weeks video. My YouTube channel literally blew up over night. Three months ago, I had about 197,000 subscribers, now I’m a couple hundred subscribers away from 1 million! It obviously had a lot to do with the boys shouting me out on Twitter, when they first saw my channel. I was now verified on Twitter, which is fucking crazy! I got invited to Playlist Live in Orlando next weekend! How did so much happen in 3 months? I’m more than grateful for all of this. There was so much love and support from the fans, but with all that love and support, comes a lot of hate. Some fans would say how I used the boys to help boost my YouTube career. I knew that wasn’t true, the guys knew it wasn’t true, but it was still hard to hear. The guys found my channel. They decided to shout me out, they wanted to film a collab, I didn’t make them do any of that. I mean yes of course them doing all that had a big play in where I am with my career now, but I didn’t use them. 

I was laying in my bed scrolling through Twitter, when Ethan called me. A smile crept upon my face before I answered.

“Hey!” I said!

“What are you up too?” Ethan asked, before I heard a car door closing.

“Nothing much, trying to come up with some ideas for the new video.” I said, scribbling random shapes onto my notebook.

“How’s that coming along?” he asked.

“It’s not. I’m one of those creators block, or whatever you call it. What are you doing?” I asked changing the subject.

He laughed slightly before speaking again. “ Well I’m on my way home right now, but how about we go get some ice cream, and I can help you come up with an idea for the video?” 

“That sounds like a great idea! I’ll get ready and meet you at your place.” I said, closing up my notebook. 

“Sounds good. I’ll see you soon babe.” Ethan said before hanging up.

I stayed in a bed for a few more minutes looking through some tweets, when I noticed the trends. #GrayanaIsOverParty was trending number 1 (Grayana is Tana & Grayson ship name, gross!) Why is this trending? I thought to myself. I clicked on the hashtag, and all I saw were fans calling Tana a hoe, and a slut. I mean that’s nothing new, but I was confused as to way they were saying this. I scrolled a little more, and there was a link to a video. I clicked the link and it took me to Kian’s and JC’s channel. It was a video called “Sexual Spin The Bottle” and Tana was in the thumbnail. It was almost impossible not to cringe watching this video. After watching the video, I decided to go look at her Twitter. Why not? Her last tweet was an hour ago. 

@tanamongeau: When your bf doesn’t like the new YouTube video so he breaks up with you. Oops 

What a bitch.

* * * *

I was in the bathroom finishing up getting ready, so I could go meet Ethan at his apartment. I was brushing my hair, when my Twitter notification had gone off. I walked over to the night stand to check. Looks like Grayson had just posted a new tweet. I’ve always had his, and Ethan’s notifications on. I guess I just never remembered to cut it off. 

@GraysonDolan: Positive Vibes.

I stomach dropped a little thinking about how Grayson must’ve been feeling about the video, and the whole situation. I wanted to reach out and see if he was ok, but I knew I shouldn’t. He wasn’t going to respond to me anyway. I liked and retweeted the tweet, before closing out of the app locking my phone.

I finished brushing my hair, and grabbed my wallet, and my keys of the bed before heading out.

* * * * 

I was outside Ethan’s apartment. I texted him letting him know I was here, but I don’t know what’s taking him so long to open the door. I held up my fist to knock again but the door opened, revealing Grayson.  

“Ethan’s in the shower.” Grayson said coldly, moving out the door way and into the kitchen.

It was like he could careless if I was there. I hate this. I miss him. Before all of this, he was my friend. Can I at least have my friend back? I walked over to the kitchen, and stood by the counter. Grayson was sitting at the dining table, eating some In n Out. I’m pretty sure he knew I was standing there, but he just wanted to be an ass and ignore me. I wanted to ask him if he was okay. I wanted to just talk to him. So I did.

“I heard about what happened with Tana…” I said. He took a sip from his drink, and looked at me with side eyes.

“You didn’t deserve that. You don’t deserve to be made a fool of li-”

“You would know about making someone look like a fool. Don’t you Y/N?” he interrupted me.

Okay, seriously? Why is he being such a jerk? I get that I made him look stupid, but I apologized so many times. He knows how bad I feel about it, so can’t he just let it go? Its been 3 months already!

“Okay, I get you’re still mad but that doesn’t mean you can keep being a dick to me! If you can drop what happened with Ethan, why can’t you drop it with me? We both started dating other people. I’m sorry your relationship with Tana Mongoose didn’t work out. But I had feelings for you Grayson, I did! I tried to reach out. Hell I even went over to see you. I wanted to try and talk to you. But I show up, and you got Tana’s legs spread out in the fucking air, screaming your fucking name! …” I paused. The memory of that moment came flooding back in my brain. I honestly wanted to throw up.

“Look Grayson, I get it okay?” my voice a little calmer.

“It was just so overwhelming to see you guys fight like that. I felt awful knowing that I was the reason. But you need to understand where I was coming from when I didn’t want to make a choice. I thought what I did was the right thing to do. I didn’t want to have to choose between you guys… I couldn’t!”

“But you did choose!” he said, his voice a little louder than before.

I wanted to say something, but before I could Ethan entered the room.

“You ready babe?” Ethan asked, wrapping his hands around my waist. I saw Grayson get up from the dining table, and walked towards his room.

“Yeah, lets go.” I said, with a half smile. 

* * * *

We were sitting outside the fro-yo place eating frozen yogurt, and talking about some ideas for my videos. Ethan was talking about doing a couple’s tag, but to be completely honest, I wasn’t really paying attention. My mind was still stuck on that awkward moment between Grayson and I. “But you did choose.” what he said kept replaying itself in my head. Grayson was right, I did choose. I chose Ethan. I was happy with the choice I made. I was happy with him. So why do I am I starting to feel like I made the wrong choice. 

“Babe!”

“Babe!”

“Y/N!” Ethan said loudly, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“You haven’t said much since we sat down.”

“Yeah, sorry. I’m not really feeling good.” I lied. There was nothing wrong with me. But I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell Ethan I was thinking about his twin brother. 

“Want me to take you home?” he said, giving me a worried look and I nodded.

Ethan and I arrived at my apartment. He walked me upstairs, wanting to make sure I was okay before leaving. I wasn’t even sick, so I felt bad that he was worrying so much. He offered to stay for a while, but I wanted to soak in the bath, and be alone.

“Ethan, I’m fine! I’m just grabbing some water, and I’m going to go take a bath. We can FaceTime whenever you get home.” I said, giving him a kiss on the lips. He pulled away, and said the three words I was not expecting him to say.

“I love you.” he said, as he moved a strain of hair behind my ear. 

Ethan Dolan just told me he loves me. Why am I standing here like an idiot? Say it back you idiot!

“Ethan. I-I l-”  I wanted to say it back, I tried to say it back. But nothing came out. I just stood there like a deer in headlights.

“Y/N it’s okay. I’m not expecting you to say it back. I just wanted you to know how I felt. Whenever you’re ready babe!” he said, kissing me on the forehead.

“I’ll call you later.” he said, walking out the door of my apartment.

* * * *

Grayson’s POV

I was laying on the couch, scrolling through Twitter on my phone. Thought I’d follow, and DM some fans back. I was scrolling through my notifications, I saw that Y/N liked and retweeted one of my tweets from earlier. I wonder if she still had my post notifications on. I couldn’t help but smile a little at the thought. Remembering when she first told me that. She was so embarrassed, she turned as red as a tomato. My thoughts went back to the somewhat of a conversation we had earlier. That was the most we’ve spoken in months. I just don’t know why she chose Ethan over me. It was me she had the “celebrity crush” on. She liked me. I liked her. We would’ve been perfect together.

I heard the front door open. It was probably Ethan and Y/N coming back from their date. The door opened revealing just Ethan. Y/N wasn’t with him. 

“Yo.” I said, as he entered the living room.

“Yo!” he responded back, giving me a head nod.

“Where’s Y/N?” I asked, curious.

“She wasn’t feeling good, so I took her home.” he said before walking into his bedroom.

We were currently in his room, working on editing the video for next week. It didn’t take us long, because I had already did half of it while Ethan was out. Ethan told me he was gonna FaceTime Y/N, so I went back to my room.

It was 11:45 pm. I was laying in bed, and I could hear Ethan talking to Y/N in the living room. He seriously couldn’t sit in his room, close the door and talk to her? I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t bitter about the whole thing. She was suppose to be my girl. Not his. If it wasn’t for Ethan, coming into the situation, she would’ve been mine. We would be the ones on face-timing right now. Not them. He just had to slide into her DMs even after knowing that I wanted to talk to her! Than on top of that he tried to lie, and hide it! I threw my phone across the room, feeling pissed off at Ethan all over again.

I threw on a white t-shirt, and some black Adidas sweats. I ran my fingers through my hair, before putting on my snapback. I picked up my phone from the floor, and grabbed my keys. I told Ethan I was heading out, before slamming the apartment door shut.

* * * *

I stood in front of her apartment door for what felt like hours, but its only been a few minutes. What am I doing here? Why am I even here? I don’t know, but I just needed to see her.

My hands formed a fist, as I knocked against the hard wood of the door. I knocked a few more times, and I could faintly hear someone talking from the other side.

“E, I gotta go. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” Y/N said. I’m guessing she hung up because not long after that, the door opened.

“Grayson?” 

“What are you doing here?” she asked, slightly confused. She stepped to the side, letting me in and closing the door behind us.

“I heard Ethan say you weren’t feeling good, so I just wanted to see if you were okay.” I said, standing in the middle of the living room.

“You can sit down you know?” she said sitting down on her couch. 

“And I’m not sick. I just told E that, so he would take me home.” she said, nibbling her bottom lip. A habit of hers I’ve picked up on pretty quickly. She usually does it when she’s feeling bad or guilty about something. 

“Why’d you do that?” I asked, sitting on the couch next to her.

“I don’t know.” her voice was at a whisper. She was fiddling with the ends of her sleeves. I can tell she was lying. She did know why, she just didn’t want to tell me.

We talked for a bit, catching up with what’s been happening with our lives. I congratulated her on hitting 1 Million subscribers on YouTube. I was honestly so proud of her. I just wish I could’ve been a part of all her great achievements. I was too busy being mad at Y/N for what she did, and in spite I started dating some blonde bimbo, trying to get over her. But I never did. My feelings for her never went away. No matter how much I tried to act like I didn’t care, I always have. I was such  prideful person, that I didn’t want to admit it. When Ethan started dating her, words couldn’t even explain how much that hurt me. But I still kept that “I don’t care” attitude going. Even though deep down I knew we belonged together. I don’t want to be that prideful person anymore. I don’t want to lie about my feelings anymore. I need to tell her

“I love you Y/N!” I said, cutting her off. 

“Wh-What did you just say? she asked, standing up from the couch looking at me.

“I said I lo-” I tried to speak but she cut me off.

“No! Shut up!” she yelled at me.

“Why would you do that? You can’t… You can’t just randomly come here, and tell me you love me Grayson! You can’t do that! Especially when I’m dating your brother! For fuck sake, I love you too, but I’m with your bro-” I didn’t let her finish. 

I grabbed the sides of her cheeks and crashed my lips onto hers. She kissed me back, but trying her hardest to keep her arms at her side. Her arms found their way around my neck. I smile into the kiss as I felt her wrapping her arms tighter. Our lips were moving in sync, my hands trailed down her waist. I rested them on the small of her back, pulling her body closer against mine. Her chest against mine, as I could feel my heart beat out of my chest. 

I pulled away from our kiss, and rest my forehead on top of hers. My eyes meeting her beautiful brown ones. My hands found her butt giving it a playful squeeze.

“Jump.” I whispered, before connecting my lips on her soft plump ones.

She jumps wrapping her legs around my waist, as I continue to kiss her intensely. Without breaking the kiss I carry her into her bedroom, and set her down on the set. She takes the collar of my shirt, and pulls me down on top on her. I moved my hands along her sides, stopping at the bottom of her shirt. I pulled her shirt up slowing revealing her stomach. She arched her back, so I could continue removing her shirt. I stopped kissing her for a quick second to pull the shirt over her head, and tossing it on the floor. Her hands made way under my shirt, running her hands up and down my back. She grabbed the trim of my shirt, I pulled my body away from her letting drag off my shirt one arm at a time, than tugging it off my head. I reconnected my lips onto hers, licking her bottom lip for entrance. She parted her lips letting me in, and our kiss deepened.

I moved my hands down slowly, my fingers meeting the waist of her shorts, and slowly pulled them down her legs. I bent down kissing her most private part through her red lace panties, as I run my hands down the back of her legs. She shivered slightly, and I glance up seeing her smiling down at me. I gave her a smirk, as I slid her panties down, tossing them on the floor with her shorts. 

I stood at the end of the bed, pulling down my sweats, and boxers, kicking them off to the side. Not once did my eyes leave her. She looked so beautiful laying there waiting for me. A part of me was feeling really bad for doing this to Ethan, but a part of me didn’t really care. As harsh as that sounds, I didn’t. He knew how I felt about Y/N. But he still decided to go after her. I know I say it a lot, but she belongs with me. And tonight I’m going to show her just how much I want her. 

I grabbed her ankles, and pulled her towards the end of the bed. I climbed on top of her, grabbing her hands, raising them over her head, and locking her fingers with mine.

“Want me to show you who the better twin is? I asked, planting wet kisses up and down her neck. 

“I’m gonna make you feel better than Ethan ever could.” I whispered against her lips.

“Ethan and I… We never… We never had sex…” she said. Her eyes locking on mine.

What? Her and Ethan never had sex? Why? I mean obviously that’s a good thing, but why the hell didn’t he want to tap that ass? Maybe he did? Maybe she didn’t want to have sex with him? I don’t know, but the thought of Y/N never even being touched by my brother turned me on 10 times more. She’s mine. All mine. 

“Mmm.” she hummed, as I pushed my dick into her slowly, not wanting to hurt her. 

Her eyes locked on mine, as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I had her hands in mine, still resting over her head. I was dominantly her physically, but emotionally, she had me at her mercy. I started picking up my pace moving in and out of her body. My eyes never leaving hers. I could feel Y/N digging her nails into my back. But I didn’t mind. That just means I was doing my job. 

“Fuck! Grayson!” she screamed out, as I began to thrust deeper into her. 

I could see her face start to flush, and I felt her body tighten around me. She was close, and I was too. I can feel myself creeping closer and closer into the edge of an orgasm. I started to move faster, and harder.

“G-Grayson, I’m about to cum!” she moaned.

“Cum for me Y/N!” I groaned, pumping my entire length inside her.

“F-fuck!” she half moaned, and half screamed. I continued stroking deeper and faster strokes, until I felt our bodies trembling against each other, and we both came together. 

I rolled over on my side, pulling her naked body close to mind. 

“What did we just do?” she asked. Tracing circles into my bare chest.

I didn’t say anything. We both knew exactly what we did. Y/N just cheated on Ethan, and I just had sex with his girlfriend. Probably by far the most shittiest thing I’ve done. 

“I love you Gray.” Y/N said.

A little taken back at the fact that she just told me she loves me. But I didn’t question her about it. I knew she meant it. I just knew. 

“I love you too babygirl.” I said as I placed a kiss on her forehead. I pulled her closer, and held her tighter against me. 

How can something be so wrong, but feel so right?

Babysitting Nightmare

A/N: This drabble was requested by @preylee, with prompt #13: “I lost our baby” + “Spencer we don’t have a baby,” with Moreid! Do hope you enjoy! (btw I love Moreid myself so this was so fun to write!)

Description: Morgan and Reid babysit Henry for a night to practice the ways of fatherhood.  


Morgan and Reid had recently gotten engaged after nearly three full years of dating. Morgan ended up being the one to pop the question, which everyone except Rossi bet on. He always thought Reid would be the one to ask. The couple was rather displeased to know the team was betting money on them.

With their engagement also came celebration, wedding plans, and most importantly, baby talk. The long rides back home usually consisted of conversations of just that.

“So, you guys really want kids soon?” JJ asked, who was sitting across from the two.

“Yeah, with our jobs, we think it’s the best option,” Morgan explained. “It can get so stressful, and if we don’t get on it now, we could miss the opportunity.”

Spencer chimed in, “You know, in the state of Virginia, married couples wait approximately 3.2 years before having a baby.”

Morgan nodded slightly, acknowledging his factoid, “ Good to know.”

“Well,” JJ broke in. “Since you guys are planning to be dads so soon, maybe you should get some practice,” she suggested.

“How so?” Reid asked.

“Will and I have a date tomorrow. What say you two babysit Henry for me?” she smiled.

Morgan and Reid exchanged a look, and nodded.

“We’d love to, JJ,” Morgan grinned. “Just give us a time.”

“Does 6:00 PM work for you?” JJ asked.

“Sounds perfect,” Reid beamed.

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Morgan and Reid stood at JJ’s doorstep, “You ready for this?” Morgan asked.

“I think so,” Reid answered.

“Alright then,” Morgan said, ringing the doorbell.

After a few moments, the pair heard some footsteps scurrying in front of them.

“Hey you guys!” JJ greeted, opening the door. “Come in!”

The two stepped inside, Henry was also there, holding JJ’s hand.

“Hi Uncle Reid and Morgan!” he waved.

“Hey there my man!” Morgan raised his hand up, high-fiving Henry.

Henry formed his hand into a fist, prompting Reid to bump it. As usual he didn’t understand, and instead wrapped his hand around Henry’s fist. JJ  laughed at how oblivious he was, and then turned back to Morgan and Reid.

“So, here’s a list of the things you need to do for Henry,” she began. “Make him dinner, bathe him, and put him to sleep,” she finished.

“Sounds easy enough,” Reid commented.

“We won’t disappoint you,” Morgan added.

“Thanks so much you guys!” JJ smiled, heading towards the door.

“Oh and JJ?” Morgan called.

JJ turned around, “Yes?”

“Wishing you and Will a nice night of loving,” he cooed.

“Shut up, Morgan,” JJ rolled her eyes, turning back to the door.

As the door shut, Morgan and Reid were officially off to do their babysitting duties.

“I’m hungry!” Henry cried.

“You want some food, big guy?” Morgan crouched down to his level.

“Yes please.”

“Come on, Pretty Boy, let’s make the man some grub,” Morgan said as he waved Reid over to the kitchen. “Henry go sit on the couch over there while we make you some food.”

“Can I watch cartoons?” Henry pleaded.

“Of course, Henry,” Reid smiled, as he turned on the television for Henry.

“That channel!” Henry pointed to a channel that played Spongebob.

“Sure thing,” Reid switched on the channel Henry wanted.

Reid walked back to the kitchen where Morgan was, “So, what does JJ’s list say to make?”

Morgan stared down at the list, “Make some spaghetti with the sauce from the refrigerator, and the noodles from the box.”

“I’ll heat up the sauce, and you can start boiling the water?” Reid suggested.

“Sounds good to me,” Morgan nodded in agreement.

“So, how much do you think Rossi would approve of this meal?” Reid laughed.

“Oh man, he would give us such the lecture. He would probably go, ‘JJ, this is a disgrace to Italians everywhere.’” Morgan began to impersonate Rossi, waving his hands around.

Reid laughed as he took the bowl of sauce out of the fridge, “Yeah, yeah and he would also talk about how 35% of Italians -

Before Reid could finish his statistic, the bowl had slipped out of his hands, leaving the floor a saucy mess.

“Nice going, Genius,” Morgan mumbled.

“Ugh, help me please,” Reid groaned, ripping out some paper towels.

Morgan walked over and knelt down to help Reid clean his mess.

“Henry!” Reid called out. “Dinner is going to be a little late just so you know!”

No response.

“Henry?” Reid called again.

Still nothing.

Morgan and Reid walked over to the living room to look for Henry. He wasn’t on the couch. Shit.

Reid ran his hands through his hair, “Alright you check this floor, and I’ll go downstairs.”

“JJ’s gonna kill us,” Morgan muttered.

As Reid walked down the stairs, he began to question if he was ready for fatherhood. Could he do this? Then Reid imagined little Henry as if he were their own. Panic spread further through him. He was going to be such a bad father. If he couldn’t keep an eye on Henry for one second, how could he raise his own kid?

Reid looked around the basement floor, frantically searching behind the couches, under the rugs, and around the TV. No Henry to be found. He started to pace back and forth on the basement floor. This couldn’t be happening. Amidst his freakout, Reid heart footsteps coming down the stairs.

“Reid, he isn’t upstai-

“MORGAN, I LOST OUR BABY!” Reid yelled, cutting Morgan off.

“Reid, we don’t have a baby,” Morgan corrected.

“I mean Henry! I’m imagining him like he’s our own kid! How can we do this parenting thing?” Reid exclaimed.

“Pretty Boy, relax, he’s definitely still in the house. I checked and the doors are locked,” Morgan said softly.

“Well he isn’t here!” Reid exclaimed.

“Well, did you check the laundry room?” Morgan inquired.

“Oh,” Reid mumbled. “Not yet.”

“Now every time we’ve been over, and Henry’s played Hide and Seek with us, where has he gone?”

“The laundry room,” Reid answered. “The laundry room!” he said again with more excitement.

Reid ran over to a side door, practically breaking it open. “Henry!”

“Oops you found me,” a little voice muttered.

Reid followed the voice, with Morgan following him. Spencer took a few steps forward, and walked next to a laundry basket.

“Hi Uncle Spencer,” Henry giggled.

Reid laughed too, and removed the clothes from the basket, uncovering his godson.

“Hey there fella,” Morgan chuckled.

“Now you guys have to hide!” Henry cheered.

“Maybe a little later, Henry,” Reid said. “And please don’t run off like that again without telling us,” he warned.

Henry nodded, and got up from the pile of clothes.

As the three walked back upstairs, Morgan muttered into Reid’s ear, “This is going to be a long night.”

Popcorn Ceilings

Happy really, really, really, REEEEEALLY late Birthday Alisha! @rivendell101

This was inspired by you and B’s Natsu and Gray brotpcop! AU with private investigatorLucy! …as well as that one fic of yours where drunk Lucy crashed in Natsu’s bathtub! 

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His wet boot soles screeched on the polished tile, his shoulders tensing at the cacophonous noise. In his grip, the gun shifted, aim dropping lower by inches. “Oops-”

“Quiet, flamebrain.”  His partner, Gray Fullbuster hissed at his side, his own pistol still held up and ready. He had his jet black hair greased back, looking more like a misplaced business man than a cop but at least he had a sharp eye and a quick draw. Especially helpful when the power to the building was off, save for a few flickering emergency lights on a generator.

They were both going blind into the hornet’s nest so to speak.

“I was quiet!” Natsu hissed back, readjusting his pistol as if his lack of attention never happened.

Gray’s lips quirked, but Natsu knew it wasn’t from amusement. “I was talking about your yapper. Every time you open your mouth, you’re loud…and stinky.” he added as an afterthought, “Do you ever brush?”

What a dick.

“Do you ever hear the stupidity that comes out of your pea brain?” Natsu retorted in a whisper, pausing at a corner to cock his gun up. Gray followed suit on the other corner, the two of them mirroring the other in image and breathing. The first time they were truly silent and one unit.

3…

     2…

1…

They moved as one, twisting to point their weapons down the hall in opposite directions. Their eyes scanned and pinpointed all possible threats, index fingers poised to fire.

“Clear.” they both muttered, relaxing.

Back up just entered the opposite side. If our guys are still dumb enough to be here after we pulled the power, we’ll catch ‘em.’ A voice buzzed from their earpieces, stern and hardened from working the beat.

“10-4 Captain.” Gray murmured into the little radio on his shoulder, unable to hear any reply since it was muted. “We got the first floor almost clear. Proceed to the second.”

“Ass-kisser.” Natsu teased with an emotionless face, although the humor in his tone was hardly hidden.

“Shut it. We got this already bagged. They can take the rest.” Gray snapped, already moving down the right hall, careful not to let his boots squelch on the floor. Down the left hall, a single window offered a glance outside. Rain was still pouring down, keeping the outside light away.

Every so often, thunder rolled, shaking the very walls of the building. It shook Natsu down to the bones too, stirring up the thrill with every quiver.

“Steady. Two more rooms and we can stake at the stairwell.”

Gray huffed, adjusting his grip on the weapon. “Shouldn’t I tell you that? You are practically bouncing.”

Of course, he was also thriving with energy, his heel twitching. Not even his partner missed it. They were both ready for action, wherever it may happen.

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