It’s 3am and you find yourself locked out of your house. Your parents left for the weekend, a boating trip up state. It wouldn’t be the first time you locked yourself out, and it wouldn’t be the last. The only problem was since the last time, your dad had installed a security system. So if you broke a window or a door, you would have to quickly make your way to the control panel on the security system and disarm it. The only problem with that was, your usual way of breaking in required too much time. There were small window panes on the porch doors and you would pry the wood trim off, pop the glass out and then maneuver your arm up and around to the handle, try several times, and finally open the door. It would simply take too long.
“Hey, lock yourself out?” a voice asks from behind you. You spin around and see Shawn, his face lit up by the security light on the porch. He’s leaning against the brick half wall that divided the back yards. He jumps up on the wall and jumps over the bushes planted against it. “Saw you’ve been standing out here for a while.”
“Yeah, I’m dumb. I can call my parents though, it’ll just be a while before they get here.”
Shawn walks past you and looks at the door. “Hmm…” he jiggled the handle and looks back at you with a smirk. “I can get you in.”
“No you can’t. There is an alarm system. I’m not breaking the door down.”
Shawn shaked his head. “Not gonna break the door down.”
“Okay, then fine. Get me inside. It’s too hot out here anyway.”
Shawn walks away from the door and circles you, eyeing you up and down. He crosses his arms and looks at his watch. “Tell me why you were out so late.”
You look surprised. What did he care? What business was it of his. “That’s none of your business,” you say and take a step back toward the house. “Why are you awake anyways?”
“Not telling you until I know where you were.”
“I was out and about. Minding my own business, something you should learn to do too. Now let me in.”
Shawn laughs and runs a hand through his curls. “Oh cmon, you must have been doing something naughty. Something real dirty if you don’t want to tell me.”
“Or I could just not want to tell you because I don’t need to?” you cross your arms and stare at him firmly. So what if you had been at your ex boyfriend’s house for a booty call. The guy ate you out pretty well and you needed a little stress relief.
Shawn takes a few steps closer to you and grins. Good lord was he a gorgeous son of a bitch. If he wasn’t Aly’s brother you would be all over him. Well, if you could move or talk or do anything when he looked at you like that. It was infuriating how he made you feel like your stomach was twisted up in knots. “Were you with a guy?” Shawn asks and you roll your eyes. He grabs your waist and walks you back against the porch door. You flush, heart racing because this went from 0 to 100 real quick.
“I might have been,” you mutter and Shawn looks at you through heavy lidded eyes. It was bothering him you had been out with another guy. He was actually jealous. How ridiculous.
“Does he fuck you good?” Shawn asks, thumb rubbing against your hip bone. “Does he make you beg for it?”
“Sh-shawn…” You’re hot. A deep flush covering your cheeks to your chest. Shawn was so close, so intimate. He was asking you questions he had no right to be asking but god if you didn’t want to answer that commanding, warning, attractive voice. You were completely under his spell, putty in his big warm hands. “I-I don’t know,” you mutter as Shawn runs his hands up your sides and then down your arms. He lifts your arms up and pins your wrists with one hand above your head. He leans in close, lips against your ear, light stubble on his jaw prickling your cheek. “You deserve better,” he says and nips your earlobe. He pulls you closer, hand on your back, pulling you forward and arching you against him. His body was hot, both literally and figuratively. He brings his hand up and grabs your chin gently. You think he’s going to kiss you and your heart is leaping into your throat. “Let me know if you want better,” he says, lips ghosting over yours, breath hot and cinnamon-y. It makes you weak in the knees.
Shawn reaches around you with his free hand and turns the door handle, pushing in hard before shoving inward. The door pops right open, as if he’d had a simply unlocked it. He kisses your jaw and whispers, “You should get a new lock. That one is weak.” He drops your hands and leaves you breathless as he jumps the wall to go back home. The beeping of the security system snaps you out of it and you hurry inside to shut it off and go over what the fuck just happened.
Ohhh I have a lot of characters for you lol. Spencer, Hanna, Caleb, Jason :)
thank you so much sarah!!!
general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff best quality: good lord how do i choose one??? but probably her determination and intellect worst quality: inability to tell toby she loves him straight to his face ship them with: tobias cavanaugh brotp them with: hanna marin needs to stay away from: rosewood, pennsylvania misc. thoughts: my favourite ever, i love her with my entire soul, has the most iconic lines in pll
general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang hogwarts house:gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff best quality: loyal as heck to her friends worst quality: yelled and paced too much in season 7 tbh ship them with: her career and being happy brotp them with: MONA VANDERWAAL !!!!!!!!! needs to stay away from: caleb the assrat misc. thoughts: used to be one of my fave characters but then the whole spencer/caleb/hanna situation arose and i just kinda ehhhhhh
general opinion:idc what happens to him he can burn in hell | fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hotness level:get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff | doesn’t even deserve to go to hogwarts best quality: none worst quality: everything ship them with: whatever alex drake poisoned him with in 7x13 brotp them with: burning over an open flame needs to stay away from: spencer hastings, rosewood (so i never have to see his ratty self again) misc. thoughts: i literally hate him so fucking much. he treated spencer like crap and doesn’t deserve to be married and have kids with hanna marin because he sucks.
general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang | GOOD LORD JESUS HE GORGEOUS AS HECK hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff best quality: jesus hair worst quality: never in rosewood so he’s never on my tv screen ship them with: aria just a little bit brotp them with: spencer needs to stay away from: ngl his crazy family misc. thoughts: he’s like…..crAZY HOT and his season 7 hair makes me cry because he’s so gorgeous, but his family’s real fucked up lmfao
Fandom: Falling Skies Pairing: Ben Mason X Reader Word Count: 823 Warning: Some language!!
“Freak.” The boy whispered as he passed you, purposely bumping into you as he walked by.
“Razorback.” The man, Pope, you thought his name was, contributed from one corner of the dining tent as you tried to find somewhere to sit.
“We don’t want you here.” The voices all sneered, and they felt like knives and razors piercing into your flesh.
Did they think that you wanted this to happen? That you willingly let those bastards harness you? You kicked, you screamed, you punched, you bit; none of it did any good. They still harnessed you, and even now that you were free from them, you still had the spikes on your back to prove that you weren’t just a normal person anymore.
“That’s enough.” A deep voice said suddenly, and the dining tent fell quiet. You had previously been looking at the ground, trying to ignore the many hate filled gazes directed at you, but you looked up now, surprised to see a boy about your age approaching you.
He had short dark blonde hair, cut close to his head, and piercing hazel eyes. They were both blue and green at the same time, and good lord, they were gorgeous. Correction, he was gorgeous.
He wore a tight black t-shirt, showing off his arms and muscles nicely, and dark grey cargo pants. There was a gun strapped to his back and black, fingerless leather gloves on his hands.
“Are you okay?” He asked softly as he turned to you, and you just nodded dumbly in response. Why was this ridiculously hot person talking to you?
The boy seemed to sense your hesitation, offering you a quick smile.
“My name’s Ben. I’m not like them.” As he said this, he turned around, letting you see the bulges in his shirt from where his spikes poked up.
He was harnessed too?
He turned back around and you looked up at him, __e/c__ eyes locking with his hazel eyes.
“Come on,” Ben said gently, offering you his hand. “You can sit with me and my family.” You didn’t know why, maybe it was because he was harnessed too, or because he was actually nice to you, but you felt like you could trust him, so you smiled weakly, taking his hand in your own.
“Oh look, coat rack and his little girlfriend.” Pope mocked as you and Ben entered the dining tent for dinner several months later.
You sighed as you walked next to Ben but said nothing, successfully ignoring Pope being his usual douchey self.
“Oh ho ho,” Pope laughed, looking between you and Ben, eyes filling with malice. “What happened, Mason? Did the female version of you reject you? Did you even tell her how you felt?”
“And how do you know how I feel, Pope?” Ben asked, voice razor sharp.
“I can just sense it, razorback. You want to have little mutant babies with her; isn’t that why you became friends with her in the first place?”
“Ben, calm down.” You said quietly, practically feeling how his hackles were raising dangerously.
“Better listen to the alien bitch, Mason.”
You had to drag Ben away then, knowing he could kill Pope if he wanted to (which he did).
“He’s just pushing your buttons, don’t let him get to you.” You said soothingly, leaning in and kissing him softly.
“I don’t like the way he talks about you.” Ben mumbled when you pulled away, resting his chin on your head.
“I know, but it doesn’t bother me anymore. I have you now.”
Ben smiled at that, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning down to kiss you. His lips were soft and warm and comforting and just so him and you loved it.
“Now come on,” You said when you broke apart, tugging on his arm and dragging him to the small tent you two shared. “I want to rest for a bit, I haven’t slept in a week.”
Ben let himself be dragged along, smiling at your enthusiasm.
Twenty minutes later you and Ben were dressed for bed and squeezed into a tiny sleeping bag, his arms around your waist and yours curled around his neck.
You started to fall asleep almost immediately, even with the harness, a week with absolutely no sleep took its toll on a person.
“Night, Ben.” You mumbled sleepily, nuzzling your head deeper into his shirt.
“Night __y/n__.” He whispered back, his own eyelids feeling heavy as the sound of your steady breathing filled the small space.
Ben drifted to sleep shortly after you, and his last thought was of how grateful he was to have found you.
His heart had been quickly filling with hatred for the skitters, for Pope, for the world, for everything, but you had stopped it.
Now his heart was filled with warmth and love, and for once since the aliens invaded, Ben was happy.
It’s Kind of a Funny Story (Luke Hemmings Imagine)
I held onto the flower crown on my head as I raced after my friend, running across the Coachella festival grounds towards the main stage. We were trying to beat the crowds and get a good spot for the AC/DC performance that night. “Shit!” I cursed, placing a hand on the shoulder I had just collided with, “I am so sorry.” “Oh, don’t worry about it, love,” a deep Australian accent reassured me, his hand on my elbow to stabilize me. I had crashed right into his tall frame while dashing across the desert grass. He had a red bandana tied around his neck, standing out from his black cut off tank. He had to be absolutely roasting in the black, ripped skinny jeans he was wearing, which were rolled up to his ankles and he was barefoot. Good lord, he was a gorgeous boy, lip ring and all. I called out another apology as I chased after my friend. She grabbed onto my hand, dragging me behind her. We slowed as we reached a thicker crowd, weaving through clusters of people. Breathing heavily we stopped near the front of the stage. “I cannot feel my legs,” I panted, leaning over. “It’s so worth it though,” she grinned up at the stage.
Half way through AC/DC’s set I bumped into the body behind me. “Sorry,” I shouted over the music, turning to face a familiar pair of blue eyes. “You’re still fine, love,” the Aussie laughed, leaning close to my ear. “I guess I just can’t stay away from you,” I winked, turning back towards the stage. Him and his friends stayed behind me the rest of the show, singing passionately to every song. Even with their slurred words, the harmonies weren’t too bad. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’ve had a few drinks,” I teased him as the set ended. “Only a few,” he shrugged, smirking down at me, “I’m Luke.” “Y/N,” I flashed him a smile, “Are you camping out?” I asked, hoping the answer was yes. “Yeah, with my mates,” Luke nodded his head towards the three boys trailing behind him. One of them was chatting up my friend and he had her in a fit of laughter. He had a patch of blonde hair, with a flower crown (that used to belong to my friend) placed on top of his head. His flannel was hanging loosely around his waist, complimenting his white t-shirt. All of his friends had thick Australian accents. “You come all the way from Australia for Coachella?” I raised an eyebrow. “Nah, we’re in a band. We’re here writing and recording for our album. We kind of suck,” he joked. His blonde friend appeared, draping his arm around Luke’s shoulder, “We suck a lot, especially our lead singer. What a cock,” He poked Luke’s dimple, causing Luke to roll his eyes. “I’m guessing you’re the lead singer,” I giggled. “Yeah, and this is Michael. He’s our shitty guitarist,” Luke laughed. “It’s a pleasure,” Michael stuck his hand out. “I’m Y/N,” I smiled at him, shaking his hand. “Are you guys camping out as well?” Luke asked. “Yeah, just the two of us though,” I sighed. “No worries darling, you can hang out with us,” Luke draped his arm over my shoulders as we walked across the grounds towards their campout.
“Play me something,” I said to Luke, pointing at the open guitar case in the back of their van. “What do you want to hear?” he asked, pulling the guitar into his lap. “What about…I Miss You by Blink,” I chewed my bottom lip as he situated himself in his chair. I took a drink out of the bottle of beer Ashton had handed me a while ago, leaning back. Luke coughed nervously before beginning, “Hello there the angel from my nightmare-” “Oi shut up Luke, you suck,” Calum called over to him. “Awe I liked it,” I giggled. “I’ll just have to show you another time, when we’re alone. Without these dick heads,” Luke called over to the boys. “Ha ha, very funny,” Ashton flipped him off. Calum turned back to my friend, running his fingers along her bare leg. I let out an involuntary shiver, causing goosebumps to rise over my skin. “Cold?” Luke asked, as he set his guitar back in the van with their suitcases. “A bit, but I’m alright,” I ran my hands across my arms. “Here,” he tossed me a flannel shirt to slip on. Luke lifted my legs, sliding onto the chair and settling me in his lap. “I’m not cold anymore,” I smirked at him. “Good,” he winked, pressing a kiss on my collarbone. “Ya know, for a stranger you sure are confident,” I remarked. “We aren’t strangers,” Luke claimed. “Yes we are, I only know your name,” I protested. “Yeah, but you’re wearing my shirt so we are officially friends,” Luke stated. “Alright, friends,” I smiled to myself. Luke rested his head on my shoulder as he traced shapes onto my leg. “So,” I prompted, “Tell me about your band. Other than the fact that you suck.” “We’re going on tour in a month,” Michael said, stretching his arms over his head. “That’s awesome, where are you playing?” my friend piped up. “Oh shit, man, all over the place. Australia, America, Europe, it’s gonna be wicked,” Ashton gushed. “And,” Luke paused, “We are always welcome to groupies.” “Oh yeah?” I teased, “Just let me know when you’re in town.” “Oh, you wanna be a groupie do ya?” Luke patted my leg. “No, but I’ve got this friend..” I joked. “Oh Luke you’re so funny,” Micael groaned, rubbing his eyes, “I’m going to bed.” “Same,” Ashton and Michael headed for one of the tents. “You staying here tonight?” Calum asked my friend. She nodded, looking over at me, and then following him into the other tent. “We can sleep in the back of the van,” Luke said, pulling me up with him, “it’s more comfortable than the tents anyways.” “What makes you so sure I’m staying with you?” I crossed my arms defiantly. “Oh you’re gonna play that game?” Luke asked, opening the back of the van, displaying a few blankets and pillows piled in there on the floor. “Yup, what are you gonna do about it?” I poked his chest, the alcohol clearly having it’s slight effects on me. “Why don’t I just show you?” Luke’s breath fanned over my neck as he stepped closer, his hand finding my waist. “Go for it,” I whispered, “I dare you.” “Alright,” Luke smirked, grabbing my hand and pulling me into the van, slamming the doors behind us.
Prompt: The first time Barry sees Caitlin in a swimsuit. (They went swimming in the Season Zero comic but it doesn't have to be then.)
title | objectively gorgeous (omg, ideas appreciated, came up a blank here)
notes | Made it also a group friendship fic with everyone poking fun at Barry’s reaction–concentrated more on that piece of it but also his actual reaction and how he tries to play it off. Hope you like it!
“You should probably close
your mouth Barry.”
Said mouth snaps shut with
a nearly audible click as two wide
green eyes flash over to Cisco with a speed that would make his alter ego
jealous. Sprawled out on a towel in the sand, Cisco is grinning like the cat
that caught the canary, barely holding back the bark of laughter that had
colored his advice. As Barry’s lips curl into a wide, joking grin, he shakes
his head to fend off the accusation but Eddie, likewise sitting near enough by
to watch the whole exchange, cuts off his attempt.
“Seriously Bar, you’re not
fooling anyone.” And he sounds way too smug under those sunglasses and cocky
grin, especially given the fact that Barry knows his reaction to Iris a few
minutes earlier hadn’t been much better. Of course, he’s actually dating Iris,
so the gawking is probably a lot more appropriate.
Cozmic one has been turning out to become a wonderful looking 2 year old! I knew this colt was cute when he was born but good lord look at him now! Even if he wasn’t Zenyatta’s I’d still consider him a good looking colt.