#shawn: a hot chicken wing

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OLIVER'S COMFORT LIST

Comfort food(s): chicken wings, chinese takeout, chicken pot pie, mashed taters, a big ole steak smothered in mushrooms, brownies and popcorn Comfort drink(s): peppermint hot coco, sprite, iced chai latte Comfort movie(s): pride and prejudice, 27 dresses, the princess bride, the never ending story Comfort show(s): the west wing, grey's anatomy, madame sec, gilmore girls Comfort clothing: college hoodie from undergrad, bike shorts Comfort song(s): anything by hans zimmer, early shawn mendes and 5sos, and pretty much most of elton john and the beatles Comfort book(s): pride and prejudice, fangirl, percy jackson, throne of glass, red white and royal blue Comfort game(s): pokemon, animal crossing, wordle/connections, solitaire, and scrabble

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[zankivich]

The Arrangement: CEO’s Son/Dom!Shawn x Black Sub Reader Chapter 9

WARNINGS: smut, choking/breath play

*Shawn’s point of view*

Working with Niall was slowly getting him through the days. He was actually cool and funny as all hell. He recognized his record deal for what it was, and he was willing to make the system work for him without utterly changing who he was. It helped that he was talented and that he wanted to make the kind of music that Shawn was interested in as well. So with a little begging, and a lot of assurance that his dad would stop getting calls about him being a dickhead to everyone, Shawn was finally allowed to work exclusively with Niall. At least for the time being.

The two got close, the way that tends to happen when you’re in a studio with someone for sometimes eight to ten hours singing songs about the most intimate parts of who you are. Everyone else might have a different vision of Shawn, but Niall seemed to understand him for who he was. And the day the producer takes lunch and the two stay back for Niall to work on melodies, is the day their friendship solidifies even further.

He was sitting on one of the couches, still in his slacks and dress shirt, with a guitar riff in his head that wouldn’t quit. Without the producer there to rat him out, he thought there might not be any harm in playing around for a little bit. So, he picked up the guitar and began to play.

“Every time I see you baby I get lost, If I’m dreaming baby please don’t wake me up”

His fingers tap out the melody on the guitar, and he’s playing with it and tweaking it to his liking. He sings it again but in falsetto and it just sort of clicks. It’s good.

“Oiy, what the hell was that Mendes?!” Niall asked turning completely around in his chair.

He raised an eyebrow in Niall’s direction. “That was an A minor.”

“Not the fuckin’ notes, ya pipsqueak! That line. That melody. Where’d the hell you get that from?”

“Oh. I wrote it.”

“Are you kidding me? You write?”

Shawn nodded. “For myself. Not really for anyone else.”

“Doesn’t fucking matter does it? Let’s see some more of it!”

He grabs a guitar plops down on the couch beside him. They play together and sing together and write together. And Shawn couldn’t even have begun to explain how it made him feel. Like his whole world was brighter, and the walls weren’t so suffocating. He loved the concept of creating more than anything in the world. Writing and singing and playing were all that he had. And to finally get the opportunity to do something with them made him feel like he was on top of the fucking world. Before he knows it, not even twenty minutes later, he’s got a whole song. Something they created together. He couldn’t hide the happiness even if he tried.

“Holy shit, man. That--That’s incredible!” He gushed fingers tracing the words he’d scribbled down on the page.

Niall nodded. “Can’t believe you been holding out on me man! And to think you’re sitting here as handsome as you are not releasing that shit into the world. Your ole man must be crazy not to try and market you. I even want to fangirl a little bit over you.”

Shawn chuckled softly letting his fingers rest against his guitar again.

“If you knew my dad you’d understand. Trust me.”

“Whatever you say, Mendes. Shall we play it again?”

He shrugged. “Why the hell not?”

***

He goes over to her house on a Saturday afternoon. They’re supposed to be going out to lunch, and spending the day together. She begged him to bring his guitar and so he did, knocking gently on her apartment door with his case kept firm to his side just in case she got hurt. (yes his guitar is a she). When y/n opens the door wearing a sweatshirt of his that had gone missing a few weeks back, and shorts that leave little to the imagination, he’s not sure what she has planned for him but it surely must be better than some stupid lunch.

“Hi.” He murmured softly already pulling her into his arms.

She leans up on the tips of her toes and kisses him like she means it. Her fingers grip his chin and her tongue traces his mouth in a way that just might kill him. He’d welcome it if it meant it came from her.

“Mmm,” She hummed. “Hi. Come in.”

“We not going to lunch anymore?” He asked placing his guitar case against her sofa.

“Nope! We’re cooking instead.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. If my momma ever saw the state of your kitchen, she’d laugh and then slap you, and then laugh some more.”

“Babe, I don’t cook. Some of us have some talents, and some of us have others.” He whined, following her into the kitchen.

Y/n rolled her eyes. “Boy, how would you even know you can’t cook when the only thing in your kitchen is some leftovers and two year old ketchup? Now go wash your hands. We’re eating in today.”

Clearly his afternoon was not coming with an option, and so he headed for her sink to wash his hands. He hung his jacket on the hook next to hers and met her at the kitchen counter where a whole ass chicken was sitting waiting to be butchered. He’d never felt so inexperienced in his whole life. He thought this must be what people who weren’t good at sex felt like.

“Fried chicken?” He asked poking awkwardly at the skin.

She snorted. “Is that what you think we’re finna make? You date one Black girl and all of a sudden you think it’s popeyes and grits every day huh?!”

“I--I didn’t...I just thought that--You know what I’m just gonna stop talking now.”

“That is probably in your best interest love.” She giggled swatting him on the ass. “Now, come watch mama teach you how to butterfly.”

He learns something new that day, though it might not have been quite the message she was going for. He learns that she looks sexy as all hell with a kitchen knife in her hand. What that meant about how fucked up his brain was, the world may neer know, but it was hot regardless. The second he moves behind her to gently wrap his hands around her waist she points her knife in his direction, and it gets a little less sexy.

“Can you and your dick try and focus for two minutes please?” She asked waving it around playfully

He whined again. “We were focusing. Quite hard, I might add.”

“Please?” She asked softly, her eyes wide and sincere at him. “Just please?”

He leaned down slowly to kiss her forehead and her nose in apology.

“I’m sorry. I’m here, I promise. Teach me how to butterfly.”

Turns out “to butterfly” means to cut the spine out of the chicken and lay it forward kind of like a butterfly, keeping it almost cut in half but instead in one long, big piece. She then takes softened butter and rubs it on the inside of the chicken, between the skin. She sticks thyme in between and rubs the outside of the skin with butter too. There’s salt and pepper and lemon and she lies it on a rack to go in the oven. It’s when she tucks the wings underneath the thighs to protect them from burning that he realizes this is her thing, not just a thing.

“You cook a lot, aye?” He asked, trying to keep up with her as she let him rub butter on the other side of the chicken.

She shook her head. “Not as much as I would like. I grew up in the kitchen with my mom. She’d been a cook her whole life. I don’t really have time for stuff like this no more though. It’s special to me. Means something.”

And she wanted to share it with him of all people. He makes special notice to pay a lot more attention from there on out.

The chicken goes into the oven and she puts on water to boil for the potatoes and some pancetta for her collard greens.

“This is how we upgrade a black staple,” She giggled. “We render out all of this fat on the pancetta, which is really just a more flavorful bacon and that’s gonna make the greens taste amazing. It’s also great because we’re really just gonna set them and forget them for about an hour and a half. By the time the greens are done so will our chicken. It’s perfect.”

There’s a different level of happiness to her when she’s cooking. She sets up a playlist to a speaker in the kitchen. Her hips move as she cooks, and she stops every now and again to kiss him until he forgets his own name. And she doesn’t even care when he fucks something us. She just laughs and fixes it and shows him how to do it correctly. He never knew cooking could be fun because of her. But it was never gonna matter if he was good at it or not. Because as long as he was with her, everything seemed to be alright.

“Hey,” He mumbled trapping her slightly against the counter top.

Her fingers ran up the length of his arms, and his body practically shook in response.

“What?” She purred, letting her arms come up to wrap around the back of his neck.

“I’m glad we stayed in today.” He admitted. “I think I love cooking with you.”

“Forreal?” She smiled.

His heart squeezed in his chest.

“Forreal. Thank you for showing me.”

“Anytime.”

“Yea? I might take you up on that.”

“I hope so.” She grinned.

He kisses her, just like that, pressed against her counter until the timer for the potatoes goes off. If the way that she smiled was his favorite part about cooking, his second was distracting her. He likes it better that way.

Lunch is...like really fucking good. Like he cleans his plate and goes back for more and completely ignores the grin on her face when he does it. His mum certainly wasn’t making collard greens in england nor Canada, but he had half a mind to call her up and ask why the hell not. It’s the best meal he’s ever had, he thinks. And the way she asks him about his week and his job while they eat and drink wine together is just sort of the topping on a very amazing pie. It’s the best time he’s had in months. And it isn’t lost on him that a huge part of that is just her presence.

When he’s full and slightly tipsy, she pulls him to her couch and makes him get out his guitar. He’s not drunk enough to tell her about all the songs that he’s written about her since they met. (especially not the track where he’d channeled his inner 2007 Sexy-back Timberlake. Who the fuck did he think he was?) But he’s just tipsy enough to let his fingers pluck out notes on the guitar that were for her upon inception. He’s just tipsy enough to get lost in her eyes while she drinks wine and tucks her legs beneath his hoodie. He’s just sober enough to be completely and totally honest with her when she asks him.

“You never said,” She murmured, her sock covered toes sneaking out to tap at his thigh. “You never said you played, or that you made music. How come?”

He starts to play My Girl, a comfort song from his childhood. It makes him a little less anxious when he stares at her.

“I didn’t want you to ask questions.” He admitted.

“Why not?”

“Think about it. What’s the one thing you wanna ask me now that you know? The one thing that’s confusing you?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “I guess I’m wondering why...you sound the way that you do, and you--you look the way that you do, and your dad is the number one music exec in the world, but you’re doing a job for him that you hate.”

“Bingo.” He muttered.

Her eyes grew soft and she chanced placing her palm on his knee.

“You don’t have to tell me. I don’t wanna know to be nosy. I wanna know cause you’re important.”

His fingers aren’t even moving on the guitar anymore. And how could they after that? He places the guitar against the arm of the couch, and opens his arms for her to climb into. It helps when she’s between his legs, when his arms are wrapped around her and her head is pressed into his shoulder. It makes him feel stronger than he really is.

“My dad...he’s not a good guy.”

She squeezed at his fingers around her own. “I know that. What did he do?”

“I fell in love. With music, I mean. It’s the only thing I’ve ever been good at. And he supported me at first. He--He let me record and he let me train to get better and better. I used to spend every single day after school in the studio watching others create, learning, and trying to become that… I was like eleven when I told my dad how to do something better than he would’ve done it. And I’ve been on his bad side ever since.”

She peers up at him with kind, sad eyes because it must be clicking for her already.

“He didn’t like you being able to be good without him.” She murmured.

He shook his head. “I started to write. And they were...pretty good. By the time I was fourteen or fifteen I had a collection of stuff. I thought that maybe my dad could do for me, what he did for everyone else. And I asked him, you know, if I could put out a record. He said yes, said that he would manage me, and I’d be the biggest star on his whole label. And he...he had me sign a contract.”

“Shit,” She groaned knowing exactly where this was headed.

“Yep. I gave my dad ownership over every piece of music I created until the age of eighteen. He owns all of it. And by the time I realized what he was doing, I must’ve been like sixteen or something, it was too late. So, he never let me release anything. And anything I officially record, anything that’s not just me in my bedroom, it all belongs to him.”

“That--That’s bullshit! That’s complete and utter bullshit. He doesn’t own you. You’re a grown ass man, Shawn. There are ways. There are people we can get you connected to. You can make music just like anyone else.”

She’s fired up now. She turns to face him, instead of lying against his chest. Her fingers are still intertwined with his, and she lifts both of them to touch his cheek. It’s so sweet and good and kind. Everything he thought he might never get to have.

He smiles at her sadly. “I know. But, I wrote about two hundred songs. And so...on my eighteenth birthday he brought me into his office. I was gonna run away, or whatever the rich kid version of that is, start my own life and my own career. He said if I...if I worked for him till I was twenty-five, he’d give me my inheritance and my masters.”

“Shawn…” She sighed.

“I know, hey I know. It sounds crazy, but y/n this is all that I have. That music, it’s all that I am. It means everything to me. I need it okay? So, I’m stuck here for a little while. And I’m gonna be okay with that if it means I get them back in the end.”

“Okay. Okay. I understand. Come here.”

It’s the wildest thing in the world. She’s sat in his lap and and all of a sudden she just wraps herself around him. His head falls to her chest. Her fingers scratch at his scalp. She just holds him. And his heart feels better because of it. He is better because of it. And he never could have seen that coming. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had hugged him so intimately, had helped him so thoroughly in such a small amount of time. He pulled his arms back around her in return and released a breath and maybe an ounce of the burden too.

“I’m sorry your dad is satan.” She cooed softly.

He chuckled sadly into her neck. “Thank you. Me too.”

“We’ll get through it. Somehow. Just let me think for a little while.”

“We?” He asked, voice small.

“Duh. Haven’t you heard? Hell hath no furry like a Black woman. We’ll figure it out.”

Huh.

“Okay.”

She fell back gently against the couch, her legs making way for him to lie between. He nestled his way into her arms and just sort of collapsed. She does this ridiculous thing with her fingers in his hair and he just kind of wants to cry and fall asleep. But it’s cool. It’s totally fine. They lie there so long he’s not sure what time of day it is when he sleepily nuzzles his nose into her belly.

“Y/n?” He mumbled sleepily.

“Yea?”

“This was the best date of my life.”

“Hmmm. Me too.”

***

He liked to bug her when she was on her way to really important meetings. It was usually the only time in the day he got to talk to her on the phone, and it brought him a happiness that somehow managed to get him through his day. Today, he’s listening to the click of her heels as she rushes to finalizes someone’s performance for the VMA’s.

“If I have to look at one more jackass try and tell me how to handle my job, I’m gonna start cutting bitches.” She huffed.

He chuckled. “If the police call, I’ll give you an alibi. Speaking of alibis, you think I could come over tonight?”

“Hmm...you been spending a lot more time at my place since you found out I know how to turn on a stove.”

“It’s not about the stove. It’s about the woman behind it.” He admitted. “I like watching you in your space, in your element. And I like being with you. Is that okay?”

“Yea...that’s okay.” She said, voice soft and pliant now. “Maybe we could watch another one of those movies of yours.”

He clenched painfully at his chest in both horror and somehow fond adoration.

“I still can’t believe you’ve never seen Harry Potter. That is genuinely the most heartbreaking thing I’ve ever heard. Our night is settled. Prisoner of Azkaban it is!”

“I’ll watch Prisoner of Azakaban if you do something for me.”  

He rolled his eyes spinning aimlessly at his desk chair. He couldn’t even imagine having to make a deal with someone to get them to watch Harry Potter. What would his mum think if he brought this one home?

“I’m slightly offended at the sentiment but okay.”

“It’s just that there’s something I’ve always wanted to try but I’ve never trusted anyone enough to do it with?” She admitted. “But I think...I mean I want to try.”

At this point he thinks she’s talking about like a fear of rollercoasters or overcoming stage fright or some shit. You know, like an idiot.

“Well whatever it is y/n, I’ll do whatever to make it happen. You know that.”

She paused. “I--I want you to choke me.”

And that’s when he nearly falls out of his desk chair and straight onto the floor. Also like an idiot.

“I--I’m sorry?”

“You know like...like choking Shawn.” She huffed, clearly flustered.

“Yes, yes I know what choking is y/n! I just...you really want that?”

“Well I--I did. But if you’re not down with it then fuck it.” She mumbled.

“No! Shit, no that--that isn’t what I meant. I just wanted to check in and make sure. I’m sorry okay?  I just didn’t expect that to be a thing for you is all. I’m not kink shaming, I promise.” He assured her.

“Okay...well then what are you doing?”

“I’m . . . I’m coming over to my girl’s place tonight for some Harry Potter and consensual choking. Sounds like my kinda night, honestly.”

He could hear her smile over the phone, and it made his chest feel fuller at the thought.

“Are you sure? You’re sure you’re okay with it?”

“Of course. Just want to make sure you’re safe. We can talk about it tonight, okay?”

“Okay. I’ll see you tonight then.”

“Yes you will.”

“Boy, get off my phone.”

***

*y/n’s point of view*

Who knew that the doorbell ringing could cause butterflies in your stomach. Certainly not you. Every day you spent with Shawn was this sort of awe inducing, stomach churning, spell. He was so soft to you. So playful and vulnerable and kind. Still cocky. Still an asshole sometimes. But at least with the good grace to smile apologetically when he did it. Everyone’s a work in progress.

You found yourself running straight home from work to change clothes before he got there, the same that you’d done every other night the last few weeks. Shawn had yet to spend a full night in your apartment and the significance of such a thing weighed heavily on both of you. You might let him fall asleep in the moment, might be so exhausted after sex that you were speechless, but make no mistake that by the time the morning came, he was expected to be out. Staying at Shawn’s was one thing. You knew his space and you knew how to handle yourself. But your home was your home. It was the most sacred space that you had in life. Sharing it did not come easily. But maybe, maybe you could grow a little.

You still weren’t over the smile on his face that came when you opened the door. Still couldn’t escape the way it made you feel when he wrapped his arms around you after a long day as if he’d been counting down the hours until he got to see you, exactly the way you sometimes did. It was wild. Everything about him was wild.

“Hi beautiful.” He hummed.

His fingers melded to the back of your neck and it sends a thrill through your body when he pulls you close like a ragdoll. His lips and his tongue still make you shudder. It’s fine.

“Hi.” You sighed breathlessly against his lips. “Missed you.”

“Yea?”

You nodded softly, hesitantly.

“I missed you too.”

Ugh. Gross.

Shawn only needs to step over the threshold to get a whiff of the chili you’d thrown in the crockpot before heading to work. Your momma’s recipe was nothing to mess with, and you had a feeling he would be coming over so it seemed like the logical thing to do. Shawn’s grin convinced you otherwise.

“What happened to no more cooking for me? I believe you said, and I quote: ‘learn to make your own food honkey, I’m not your maid’.”

You rolled your eyes and sniffed noisily. “Why you always gotta remember shit?”

He chuckled. “I don’t know. Something about the things you say, and the way you look when you say ‘em, makes me never wanna forget.”

You bit your lip and turned to lead him towards the kitchen, so that he couldn’t see the way his words made you want to burst from within your own skin.

“So sappy Mendes.”

Feeding him does something to you. You always loved to cook for people and to take care of others in that way. It was ancestral. Your mother had done it and so had her mother and so had hers. You loved watching people enjoy your food. You loved watching people be full and satisfied. But there’s something about the way that Shawn eats that takes it to a whole other level. The way he grabs a second bowl and a third because he eats enough for a small family. Something about the way he praises you endlessly between each bite. And when he washes the dishes after you’re both done, and let’s you know how amazing you are, it feels like a fair trade off. Like perhaps you can do this for him, if he’s willing to do that for you. It feels more domestic and soft then you care to admit to anyone, even yourself. But, here you are.

It’s when you’re at the kitchen counter opening another bottle of wine, and his nose does that thing where it skims your shoulder and you just melt like a teenager all over again, that he really ropes you in.

“Have you showered yet?” He asked softly.

You shook your head. “Just changed. Wanted to get dinner ready for when you got here.”

“Do you wanna shower with me?” His fingers dragged delicately over your thighs and hips before digging ambitiously into the meat of your ass. You raise up on your toes and stifle a moan. “Before we get into bed?”

“Yes. Yes, please.”

In the shower, his fingers paint whole masterpieces against your skin. Your hair piled high on top of your head to hide from the water, but it didn’t stop him from tracing stands along your neck with his wet thumbs. The way that he looks at you is enough to make you feel completely naked beneath his gaze, like it’s your soul on display and not just your body. When he dips down to lick at your collarbones, to suck whole bruises into your flesh, what are you to do but cry out for him? What was there to do but to submit in every way? It’s the moments in the shower, with no words shared between the two of you--only touches and looks of longing, when you know that you’re all his. That perhaps you had never really had a chance to begin with.

He wraps you in a towel and nuzzles his face, warm and wet against your neck. His hands are still on your hips and he squeezes through the cotton firmly as he looks you in the eye.

“You want me to choke you.” He whispered.

And there’s no reason why just a confirmation of the statement should have your eyes rolling back in your head but here you were. Jesus.

“Y--Yea. Yes, I do.”

“Have you thought about it?” He hummed, his fingers dipping to the edge of the towel by your thighs and easing dangerously beneath the fabric. “What you want it to look like?”

Your eyes are shut.

“Yes, I have.”

“Tell me.” He demanded.

You bit anxiously at your lip, a bit of uncertainty hitting you. It wasn’t necessarily that it was the wildest thing that the two of you had done. But it just might be the most important, at least for you. It was no secret that letting go was the hardest thing in the world for you. In part, that’s what made the initial arrangement with you and Shawn so rewarding. When you could let go, these really amazing things would happen, and not just the orgasm but like the stress that ran out of your body. Letting go meant being vulnerable. It meant giving someone power over you and having nothing but your belief in that person to keep you believing that things would be okay. And so sharing this with Shawn wasn’t just a matter of kink, it was a matter of the ultimate amount of trust you could share with him. It also was kind of hot.

“I want...I want you inside of me. I want you to fuck me like--like I’m the only thing in the world that matters, that my pleasure is the only thing in the world that matters.I want you to take care of me. And then I want you to choke me while I cum. I want you to remind me who gets to make me feel that way. You. I want you.”

You let your eyes flutter open and peer up at him nervously. Nothing could have prepared you for what you would find. His eyes were nearly back they were so blown of stimulation. He stared at you with hunger and with passion and maybe a little love too. It’s so overwhelming that when he picks you up in his arms you don’t even register it until your towel falls to the ground and all that’s left is the feel of his skin against yours.

“My good girl,” He sighed breathlessly, lips skimming the skin he’d sucked on just moments prior. “I’m gonna make you feel good, okay? I promise.”

He twirled you lightly through the air taking your body straight down to the sheets of your bed. His towel joined yours on the floor as he crawled perfectly between your legs. Your fingers melded to the muscles of his chest, getting lost in the chest hair and the feel of his necklace cold against your flushed skin. He’s already semi-hard and you can feel him growing firming against your thigh. When he runs his fingers along your chest, between your breasts, and down along your belly button something turns molten within you. The need becomes insurmountable. Your ache is without end.

“Please. Please Shawn just---please.” You begged.

“Hey,” He whispered pressing closer against you. “I’m right here okay? I’m gonna give you everything.”

And how could you prepare yourself for what that might mean. What was everything in a context in which you wanted all that he was willing to give. What did it mean when it was no longer just fucking, but when everything might include your heart too?

He starts with your neck. It’s the most sensitive part of you and it’s already been touched repeatedly. His lips are gentle and searching moving over the places where his tongue had created welts already. He gets to your breasts, hands firm and warm as they cup your flesh to feed your nipple into his mouth. It’s methodical in nature, and it makes your toes curl. He sucks and kisses and bites and you don’t know what to do with yourself. It feels like an act of worship. It feels like all he could ever offer you.

His head finds its way between your thighs and it’s life changing. He runs the flat of his tongue heavy and firm across your clit, pulling off with a very quick point of his tongue, and then repeating. It makes your stomach tense. His fingers grip and mold to your thighs as he licks deep into you. Just like every other time he touches you, your body is like a pipe well primed. It aches for him, and it gushes with ease. A part of you wishes he had to try harder to get you to cum in the manner that he does, but it’s hard to find time to be embarrassed when he’s chasing your release with swollen, hungry lips. When your body falls back down to the sheets you are already fucked out and dazed.

“God. You have no idea how fucking beautiful you are.” He sighed, leaning on his knees above you, fingers cupping his erection to pull playfully at the flesh. “Are you ready for me?”

You nodded without hesitation, tongue sticking out along your lip when he mentions the beauty that he recognizes within you. He’s often too much, but he’s especially too much right now. When he doesn’t move fast enough for your liking you reach for his hips with your hands and tug him close between your legs. He moves--finally--to hover over you while allowing his fist to lead the head of his dick to bump against your clit. You’re still so wet that every rub against your slit is auditory, feels like it’s ringing out against the walls how much you want him. And you do. God, you do.

"The way you open up for me," he gasped wetly against your shoulder. "baby you're perfect."

"Fuck. I--it feels so good." You huff.

"Gonna make it better. Gonna give it you the best you've ever had."

His hands slot your legs around his back, fingers digging deep into the flesh of your ass for leverage. It is ridiculous how good it feels. You don't even know what to do with how he feels inside of you. His hips are powerful and rugged and he touches you with the precision of a man who has listened to your needs and desires. He pushes into you like is the last thrust over and over again until your body is shaking, until your moans for him turn to sobs, until the sound of his hips tapping your ass speeds out of control and the only thing you're left with is to lose your fucking mind.

"Oh--oh my god! Oh my god, baby!"

Your hips fly off the bed but Shawn couldn’t care less. He’s got himself poised over you, arms on either side of your head and he’s going for it. He’s carving himself into you so deep there’s no way to tell where he begins and where you end. And your body is singing his praises. In fact it’s doing that thing that no one had ever had the audacity to make it to before. It’s fucking bursting from within.

“M’ gonna cum.” You whispered desperately up at him.

His nose tips down to skim against yours as your eyes meet and his lips are parted in bliss and concentration.

“Already?” He gasped, lips tilting slightly up into that cocky ass grin of his.

There’s not even time to tell him to fuck off. Your nails are too busy digging into his shoulder blades.

“M’ gonna cum. I--FUCK!”

There’s a gushing sound that joins the wet slap of your bodies and that’s when the both of you look down at where he’s fucking you to see the way your body manages to squirt around him. It covers your thighs and his and makes his dick glisten with every thrust. You’re fucking gone. You collapse down against the sheets gasping for breath and he hasn’t even slowed down.

“Jesus Christ, y/n.” He groaned pushing in again to come to a stop. “You’re shaking.”

Your arms and legs wrap around him in a vice like grip. You close your eyes and try to steady yourself, but it’s damn near impossible. Every part of you is so sensitive, it feels like you’re on the tip of the waterfall constantly, just waiting to fall in. It’s too much.

“You have got approximately sixty seconds to get me to do that again and choke me at the same time. I think my body might combust.” You panted.

This time he stays up on his knees, body not in such direct contact. It’s probably for the best, as even your skin seems to thrum in this moment like a live wire. The last thing you need from him is more contact. So, of course he slots your legs over his shoulders and fucks you within an inch of your life instead.

There’s a sweaty curl that flops against his forehead on every upward thrust. His large hands gripping your thighs for better leverage don’t quite tame the way that you’re shaking. It’s too good. It’s way too good. You reach for the headboard behind you in desperate search for  a pillow or literally anything to hold onto. Not even five minutes later and you can feel your hips leaving the bed again, your body ready for that combustion you’d been talking about.

“S--Shawn! Shawn, now.”

“Now?”

“Yes, dammit! Now!”

He licked his lips and bent over you, your body contorting along with him as he reached to skim his fingers along your neck. His hips don’t stop moving as his thumb traces your pulse point. In fact he’s still panting with the effort and it’s everything for you to hear.

“Tap me if it hurts. Tap me if you don’t like it. Just--just tap me okay?” He mumbled.

You nodded vigorously. “Okay.”

“Color?”

“GREEN SHAWN.”

He starts to squeeze down peering between your body to keep hitting it like no one ever has before. It is the most ridiculous moment of your life. The more he loses himself in you, the more he squeezes, and your body just lights up immediately. It’s in the way that his arm tenses, hand clenching around your throat. It’s in the way he moans your name against your lips. It’s definitely in the way he grinds against you so tight that your eyes roll back in your head. With every second that you can’t breathe your orgasm pulses in your veins. And as his fingers grip your throat, you watch the vein in his forehead become just as prominent as that curl as he loses himself too.

“Oh my god. I can feel it. I can feel your body fighting for it, baby. Holy fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

Your back arches off the bed and he grunts as he chases his own orgasm inside of you. The second his fingers ease off your throat as your cumming is like an unworldly experience. It leaves you sobbing against the bed completely fucked out of your mind. If you could feel anything besides intense overstimulation you might notice the way your thighs are soaked all the way down to your knees. The tenderness between your lips. The swollen prominence of your nipples. Instead you’ve got nothing left to give.

He pulls out and just barely collapses against you. His pants are wet and warm against your neck, and his fingers are already rubbing at the place where he’d grabbed your neck. No one talks for a while. To do so might ruin the best orgasm you’ve ever had.

“You’re okay?” He whispered. “Are you sure?”

“Yea. I’m okay. I’m so much more than okay.”

You felt his teeth against your collarbone as he smiled. And you can’t help the giddy little giggle that passes through your lips in response.

“Feel good?”

“Felt so fucking good, asshole.” You muttered affectionately.

The worst thing he could possibly do is get out of bed. The second his arms aren’t wrapped around you, the second he's not pressing you firmly into the bed, feels like an attack against your being. You hate it with everything in you.

"Stay." You mumble pulling him closer with your tired limbs.

He chuckled softly. "Mmm just gonna get the towel to clean up with, love."

"I know but...after that, stay okay? Dont leave...just stay here."

His eyes grow wide and then soft. He cups your cheek gently in his hand and moves forward to kiss you silly. His teeth nip at your bottom lip and you don't even have the time to be nervous. You're too busy falling for him.

"Yea. Okay. I'll stay as long as you want me too."

And wasn’t that dangerous as all hell? But it’s the first time he stays the night, and it’s the first time you’ve got no idea how to ever make him leave.

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Triple H, Shawn Michaels x Fem Reader- “Sticky Fingaz”

I wonder if I should type some fanfics that aren't sexual?

I have 3 ideas for fanfics that aren't really all that sexual at all and I've thought of posting them on this blog.

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By the end of 1997, you were back to being Triple H and even Shawn Michaels' valet after spending time in rehab for your drug and alcohol addictions.

And this is absolutely wonderful, why?

Not only are you done with doing drugs, but so many male pro wrestlers in the WWF now are absolutely gorgeous: Triple H has gotten rid of the braids he had behind his hair in the summer of 1997 and looks so much better now, and Shawn is getting hotter and sexier.

And Triple H and Shawn have started their own little WWF faction that's helping give the WWF ratings known as D Generation X.

Billy Gunn has gotten rid of that unflattering brown hair he's had during most of this year as well as gotten rid of that stupid RockaBilly gimmick.

Since joining the WWF, you have a certain rule: that rule is you're only allowed to eat fast food once a month, especially if you're riding a tour bus.

Why? So you can keep your sexy figure.

You were riding a tour bus with Shawn Michaels and Triple H and it was almost dinnertime.

You haven't eaten anything since lunchtime and your stomach is growling a bit.

You actually have been craving KFC for a while and you wouldn't mind eating KFC, but you have to ask the boys riding with you if they'd like some.

Thankfully, Shawn and Triple H were wide awake, not sleeping, not even listening to their music on their CD player, neither were you. Remember, this is the 90's.

"Guys?" you asked, raising your voice so Shawn and Triple H can hear you.

They both turned their heads, looking at you when you announced something.

"I've been craving and wanting KFC for dinner" you confessed "Would you like some KFC? They say we can only eat fast food once a month".

Shawn doesn't mind KFC, in fact, he loves it, why do you think 2 decades later he'd dress as Colonel Sanders while entering the WWE?

Triple H usually never eats fast food, in fact, he dislikes it, but maybe he could have a bite of KFC.

You actually have a plan with eating KFC with these 2 wrestlers where they don't exactly have to eat all of the food.

"I'd love to eat some!" Shawn answered back, smiling.

"I don't like fast food" Triple H responded "But I guess I could have a bite"

You smiled back at them, so happy to hear that they agree with what you want to eat.

However, they didn't know about your secret plan, but what I'm about to say isn't the secret plan.

"Do you want me to order 3 separate bags for us to eat?" you asked them "Like, one meal of fried chicken and mashed potatoes and whatnot for Shawn, one bucket of chicken and whatever for Hunter, and a bucket of fried chicken and blah blah blah for me, or should we all order one bucket of fried chicken for the 3 of us to share and have some side dishes to share?"

Oh boy, that's a tough one.

It probably would be best if you ordered one bucket of KFC so you can share the bucket with these 2 men.

"I'll go with sharing" Shawn decided. "That way we can all have pieces of chicken".

Triple H nodded his head, agreeing with this.

You smiled at Shawn's answer and Triple H's answer.

But you didn't care that much about the chicken.

What about the side dishes? Do they care about the side dishes?

"What about the side dish?" you asked. "Like mashed potatoes, French fries, coleslaw, blah blah blah? Should we order some side dishes?"

You actually want to order some side dishes, especially mashed potatoes, and you have reasons why.

Coleslaw is at least healthy.

"I actually want to order mashed potatoes" you said "I've been craving them lately. What do you guys want?"

Triple H didn't usually eat at KFC, so he didn't know what the side dishes were.

Shawn didn't know what to order.

Hmmmmm, French fries, mashed potatoes, coleslaw, biscuits... decisions, decisions!

"Hunter, they serve coleslaw there!" you said. "We could get some coleslaw for you, but I want mashed potatoes".

"Are you sure they have coleslaw?" Triple H asked, looking puzzled and confused.

"They do" Shawn answered "Haven't you seen the commercials?"

Triple H doesn't really pay attention to KFC commercials, he doesn't eat fast food.

Shawn and especially Triple H didn't want to ruin their healthy, athletic figures, neither did you, for that matter, so Triple H did decide on the coleslaw.

You, however, had your mind set on the mashed potatoes.

Shawn didn't really want any side dishes, considering they're tasty but unhealthy and he doesn't want to ruin his figure this afternoon.

If he looks fat that afternoon, it's your fault!

"If you guys want, you guys can eat whatever you want after I order KFC!" you said. "Something healthy, I meant".

Shawn and Triple H both liked what you said, smiling back at you.

And you smiled back at them.

"Then it's settled!" you announced, still smiling.

Wonder if the driver wants some KFC too?

"Guys" you said to Shawn and Triple H "Look out the window and keep an eye out for a KFC!"

While talking to these 2, you didn't pay attention and look out the window, so you probably missed a KFC, though there could be a KFC soon, hopefully.

Dinnertime has yet to come yet, and hopefully you'll find a KFC.

You turned your head to the window, your eyes now staring out the window, keeping an eye out for a KFC.

All your eyes could see were some trees, pastures and farms. Not very exciting.

Triple H, meanwhile, hovered over you, looking out the window and looking to see if there's anything outside. Nope.

Since you're sitting down and still have time to find a KFC, you may as well walk up to the driver and ask him what he wants to eat.

You put one of your hands on the leather seats in front of you and lifted your ass off of the seat, where you turned your body sideways, walking carefully and gingerly.

Triple H moved his feet out of the way for you.

"Excuse me!" you exclaimed to Triple H, "Sorry"

"Where are you going?" Trips asked.

"To ask the driver what he wants to eat for dinner" you answered, one of your hands holding on top of the seat in front of you and the other hand on top of Triple H's seat (and you don't mean seat as in ass), trying to hold your balance

Triple H nodded his head, understanding you.

You then walked over to where the driver was, putting your hands on top of the bus seats to keep your balance while the bus was moving.

The driver could see you walking up to him, and luckily, you weren't going to flirt with him (which you don' t do).

Once you were right in front of him, you tapped him on the shoulder, though he could already see you through the mirror, so no need to tap him.

"What do you want to eat for dinner?" you asked the driver.

"Whatever I want" he replied. "I heard about your KFC conversation with them".

You smiled back at him.

You even wondered if the driver heard your KFC conversation with Shawn and Trips while talking with them about what to eat for dinner.

"Alright!" you exclaimed, smiling. "Remember to stop by a KFC for us!"

Meanwhile, Shawn and Triple H were thinking about what they wanted to eat for dinner besides some KFC.

You carefully walked back to where you were originally sitting by and slid into the tiny section you and Triple H were sitting at, sitting back down with HHH.

While you're at it, you raised yourself up a bit from your seat, trying to get a good look to find the next KFC.

Though, this probably isn't necessary, considering the driver probably has his eyes looking for a KFC on the way to the arena.

But here's something you haven't asked the boys...

You sat your ass back down in your seat and turned your head to Shawn and Triple H.

"Guys" you said, raising your voice to get their attention.

Shawn and Triple H turned their heads and looked at you.

"When we stop at a KFC" you said "Should we go inside the restaurant or ask our driver to buy our meal?"

Shawn Michaels is already a hugely popular pro wrestler and even one of the top faces of the company throughout the 90's who would go on to influence many pro wrestlers in the future.

He might not be a hugely popular wrestler in pop culture that everyone knows a la Hulk Hogan, but he's an icon in the pro wrestling world.

And Triple H, while he isn't the superstar now like he'd be in the future, he is a rising star in the WWF, and so are you.

You even caused some controversy in the WWF with Hunter that appeared on the news.

You're afraid that people will recognize you when you enter the KFC and run up to you screaming and asking for your autograph and whatnot, which there's nothing wrong with it, but...

"The thing is, we're pretty famous people" you said. "Shawn is a popular wrestler who's one of the top people in the WWF and I'm afraid people in the KFC will recognize us and run up to us wanting autographs and screaming and what have you"

Shawn nodded his head at this.

He has plenty of thirsty screaming fangirls who are nuts over him, even his entrance music at the beginning of the song has sounds of women moaning over him.

Triple H probably can agree about being attacked by mobs of wrestling fans, and he thinks what you're saying is good judgment.

It's probably a good thing to ask the driver to order your food for you, though, what if he messes up your order and/or orders something you don't want?

Though, sometimes employees give you something you don't want at fast food restaurants and mess your orders up.

Maybe you could quickly run into the KFC and get your order and run back to the bus.

"I'll order myself" you decided. "So the driver won't mess up my order"

"But what if the employees mess up your order?" Shawn fires back.

"Touche" you replied. "I've worried about that too, but I want to order it myself. I'll be brave"

Girl power.

"Would you guys like hot and crispy wings?" you asked them. "Or boneless strips?"

Both Shawn and Triple H looked at each other, trying to decide what to want.

Chicken wings would be awesome, though maybe it would be better to eat boneless strips, that way they won't have to eat bones.

The 3 of you decided on the boneless strips.

After deciding what to eat, you were looking at the window, staring at what was out the window.

Now instead of trees, you were starting to see signs instead, green signs that read that as you drove further, logos of gas stations and fast food restaurants are further ahead.

Your eyes found logos for popular fast food restaurants: McDonalds, Wendy's, Taco Bell, Pizza Hut, and...KFC!!

You could nearly jump up and down in your seat in happiness over seeing a KFC sign, your face immediately lit up seeing that sign, your eyes and eyebrows raising higher and you could nearly have a huge, excited, ear-to-ear smile on your face seeing that sign, but you tried to contain your excitement.

You really, really hope the driver saw that KFC logo on the green sign, though there's probably a KFC sign overhead that he can see.

You raised yourself out of your seat, where you crawled out of the space you were sitting with Triple H, and walked up to the driver.

You managed and tried to keep your balance while the bus was moving.

Finally, you were standing behind the bus driver.

"Did you see the KFC sign on that green sign?" you asked him, pointing towards where the green signs were.

"I can see a KFC sign standing up overhead" he replied. "I'll find a KFC"

You smiled back at him.

"Thank you so much!" you declared happily.

"You're welcome" he replied.

You really hope he did stick to what he says.

You turned around and walked back to where you were sitting with Triple H, sliding through the little space to get back to your seat.

You sat back in your seat, eager and couldn't wait to eat.

"Boys" you exclaimed, raising your voice and turning your head to them.

Triple H turned his head and looked at you, so did Shawn.

"I found a KFC!" you stated "The driver hopefully will drive us there!"

Shawn smiled at you hearing this news, so did Triple H, even though Triple H doesn't care about fast food.

Lo and behold, the driver actually did enter an area filled with fast food restaurants everywhere, including, what else? A KFC.

And he was driving you to that KFC, grabbing and steering the wheel so he could direct the bus to that KFC.

You could see the driver pull up to where the KFC was and you tried to contain your excitement.

Shawn was pretty excited too and couldn't wait to eat.

And while Triple H is getting pretty hungry, he isn't that excited about KFC.

Pretty soon, the driver pulled up to a parking lot, parking in a space reserved for buses.

He suddenly paused and stopped the bus, and you could nearly wet yourself in excitement, but you managed to control yourself.

You lifted your ass out of your seat, where Triple H knew the drill, he moved his feet out of the way so you could walk out of the narrow little space.

You walked up to the driver.

"Sir" you said to him "I'll order my meal".

He nodded his head and opened the doors for you, of course, not standing and physically opening the doors for you, but the doors opened for you.

You walked down the stairs, your eyes looking down at the stairs to keep yourself from falling down, and walked out of the bus, where the doors closed behind you.

You just hope and pray no one recognizes you while you enter the KFC.

You walked towards the restaurant, pulling the door's handle and entered the most iconic fast food restaurant in the world.

Surprisingly, there weren't really a lot of people in the restaurant, and luckily, there was no one at the front counter ordering something!

This is your lucky day.

Not only did you eventually stumble across a KFC, but there isn't anyone near the counter and not a lot of people in the restaurant.

Granted, there were a few people in the restaurant, no doubt about that, but not a lot.

However, some people looked at you while you entered the restaurant.

You walked up to the counter, butterflies in your stomach, not in excitement, but in hope no one will recognize you.

"Can I take your order?" the cashier asked, a young looking person who must be about 21 years old.

You could see some employees behind the counter whispering to one another, looking at you, probably asking "Is that who I think she is?".

"Yeah" you replied, raising your voice and looking at the menu "Can I get some boneless chicken strips, a bowl of mashed potatoes with gravy and a bowl of coleslaw?"

"Would you like some dipping sauces?" the cashier asked.

Oooh, that could give you an idea later on.

"Sure!" you replied. "What do you have?"

"We have ranch, honey mustard, and barbeque" the cashier answered.

"Can I get those 3?" you asked "And some ketchup packets!"

"Is that all?" the cashier asked.

Considering you want to share your mashed potatoes with 2 other men, you may as well get some more plastic spoons.

"May I have 3 plastic spoons, please?" you asked "I want to share my mashed potatoes with 2 people".

"3 spoons?" the cashier asked.

"Yes" you replied.

"Alright" she stated.

The cashier shouted your order to the employees, turning her head while shouting your order for them to make it for you.

The cashier said your price for your food, and the price for this meal was cheap, this is the 90's.

You put your hand down in your pocket and pulled out your wallet, opening the wallet up.

You fished in your wallet for some money, the correct amount of money to pay what you'll pay for.

After finding the money to pay for this meal, you pulled it out of your wallet, sliding the money across the counter, where the cashier took it from you and put it in the cashier.

While you were waiting for your meal and the cashier was busy pushing buttons, Triple H and Shawn Michaels were back in the bus, talking with the driver, telling the driver where they want to eat.

The driver already decided what he wants to eat for dinner (Subway).

You were just quietly waiting by the counter, tapping your nails, all while Cher's "If I Could Turn Back Time" was playing on the overhead speakers.

Some people sitting at tables were looking at you, whispering to one another, asking "Is that who I think she is?" and "Is that the chick from WWF with Hunter Hearst Helmsley? Who gave him a blowjob and kissed him in the back of a limo?".

The cashier suddenly handed you some money from the cashier, sliding it to you across the counter.

You noticed the money sliding across the counter, where you snatched the money with your hand and reached your hand down your pocket, pulling your wallet out and opening it.

You placed that money in the wallet and shut your wallet, only to put your wallet back down in your pocket.

"Thank you!" you said to the cashier, smiling at her.

"You're welcome" she replied back, smiling.

Pretty soon, another employee handed your meal to you by sliding it across the counter, your meal inside a box sitting in a plastic bag.

You grabbed the bag by its handles, wrapping your fingers around the handles.

"Thank you!" you smiled at the employee.

"You're welcome" he replied.

He nearly wanted to ask if you're that same chick from the WWF who's a rising, up and coming star in the company, who would be the most searched woman of 1998 on the Internet and do groundbreaking things for pro wrestling, but he is quite nervous.

While walking to the door you entered in, holding that plastic KFC bag, the cashier exclaimed "Have a good day!", waving to you.

You turned your head and looked at her.

"You too!" you replied, "Bye!"

"Bye!" she replied.

You turned your head back to the door, pulling the door's handle and walking out the door, back to the bus.

Once you were right in front of the bus, the driver saw you through the doors, he kept an eye out on you while you were ordering at a KFC.

He opened the doors for you, where now you could enter the room.

You walked and entered the bus, keeping your eyes on the stairs while walking up the stairs so you won't fall down.

Before you could share your meal, you had to ask the driver a question.

"Sir?" you asked, looking at the driver. "Will you drive the bus while we eat?"

He didn't really think about that, but considering tonight you have a wrestling show to do tonight, then probably yes.

You just hope the bus won't hit a bump in the road and get food flying everywhere.

"It's probably better if you guys eat while I won't drive" he decided "So I won't hit a bump and food won't go everywhere".

Whatever you say.

You walked down to where Triple H and Shawn were sitting, where Shawn saw you holding a plastic bag of KFC.

His eyes grew wild seeing you hold that plastic KFC bag, holding your meal in there.

"Guys" you said. "Let's go back to that table in the back"

There was a leather booth to sit in and in front of that booth was a table to eat on.

You raised your other hand not holding the plastic bag and pointed to the table there.

Shawn lifted his ass up from the seat, so did Triple H afterwards.

You ushered them to the leather seats on the side of the bus, and once you were next to the leather booth sewn in on the side inside the bus, you plopped your ass on the seat, sliding your ass across to the middle of the seat.

Once you were in the middle of the leather seat made for many people to sit in, you placed and sat the plastic bag on the table in front of you.

Your hands were holding open the plastic bag, your eyes searched inside that bag, seeing a box with Coronel Sander's face on it.

You put both of your hands on opposite sides of the box in the bag, pulling the box out.

You flipped open the top of the box, where in there, were some chicken tenders, some tiny little dipping sauces of honey mustard, ranch and barbeque sauce, and two small separate cups of mashed potatoes and gravy and coleslaw sealed in a plastic cover and inside a small Styrofoam cups.

Obviously, the mashed potatoes and coleslaw aren't mixed up because that would be disgusting!

Your eyes grew wild as you opened the box, seeing your meal, feeling the same way as you did when you saw that KFC logo.

And yay, they got your order right! Dipping sauces and all!

Shawn and Triple H followed you to that booth.

Before they could sit with you, you had to say something.

"Shawn" you said. "I want you to sit on my right side and Hunter can sit on the left, close to me".

"Why?" Shawn asked.

"You'll find out" you replied, looking evil and naughty.

Shawn couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Whatever she wants.

He walked around the table, where he slid his ass across the seat until he was sitting next to you.

Triple H did the same, sitting on the seat you and Shawn were sharing, sliding his ass across the seat until he was close to you.

They both stared at the meal sitting on the table.

"Alright boys!" you announced, smiling ear-to-ear. "Dig in!"

Shawn reached in the box for one chicken tender and grabbed one, and not just that, but also for the little barbeque dipping sauce, where he pulled the top of it off and dipped that chicken tender in the sauce.

He sat the barbeque sauce on the table.

Triple H, meanwhile, grabbed the coleslaw in the box and a plastic spoon, opening the claw and tearing off the plastic covering the spoon.

You, however, had your eye on something else.

You first grabbed one of the plastic spoons inside the box and tore off the plastic, where you freed that little plastic spoon from oppression, tossing the plastic wrapper away to the floor.

After that, you grabbed the mashed potatoes, wrapping your fingers and palm around the Styrofoam cup, and lifted the cup from the box.

Your hand holding the spoon peeled open the plastic lid on top of the cup, and under that plastic lid were these delicious mashed potatoes smothered in brown gravy.

You dunked your plastic spoon in the mashed potatoes, scooping up a tidbit of mashed potatoes and gravy on top of the spoon, and put the spoon in your mouth, closing your lips as the tip of the spoon was in your mouth.

The mashed potatoes were pretty warm and hot, but delicious.

You gulped down the hot mashed potatoes sitting on your spoon.

However, this wasn't what you planned on doing.

You pulled the tip of your spoon out of your mouth and placed your spoon on the table.

This time, you dunked the tips of your fingers in that Styrofoam cup filled with mashed potatoes and gravy.

The mashed potatoes and gravy slightly hurt and burned the tips of your fingers, but you can still tolerate it.

Your fingers raised from that cup, the tips of your fingers smothered and coated in mashed potatoes and gravy.

Shawn's eyes saw you dip your fingers in the mashed potatoes while he was busy chowing down on a chicken strip.

Is THIS what she wanted to do with those mashed potatoes?

"Why are you dipping your fingers in the mashed potatoes?" Shawn asked, looking confused.

Triple H paused at eating his coleslaw, looking at you and Shawn.

"This is what I wanted to do with you guys at the back of the bus" you confessed. "For me to dip my fingers in mashed potatoes and gravy and both of you men lick and suck them off".

You're afraid Shawn thinks you've gone absolutely mad and crazy, so does Triple H.

"Off of both of my hands" you added.

Shawn actually likes this idea, he loves mashed potatoes and gravy, Triple H doesn't know what to say.

But he somewhat can't resist doing something for you.

At least this isn't something truly insane like taking a dump on someone's face or cutting your head off.

"I actually love mashed potatoes and gravy" Shawn purred, sounding suave and sexy.

"Et tu, Hunter?" you asked Triple H, looking at him. "Hey, at least I don't want to cut your heads off or anything!"

Triple H chuckled at this, so did Shawn, but he decided maybe he could lick and suck your fingers.

"I don't mind it" he decided, smiling.

You smiled right back at him.

You weren't done yet, you dipped the tops of your fingers in the mashed potatoes cup again, getting the tips of your fingers smothered in mashed potatoes and gravy.

"Doesn't that hurt?" Triple H asked, pointing to the Styrofoam cup of mashed potatoes and gravy.

"A little bit, yes" you replied. "But not that much"

You raised your hand up from the cup, the tips of your fingers smothered in mashed potatoes and gravy.

"Alright boys, if you don't mind" you said "Eat and suck away!"

Shawn had already eaten a chicken tender, whereas Triple H was busy eating some coleslaw.

He sat the coleslaw and spoon down on the table and moved himself a little bit closer to you.

Shawn smiled at the tips of your fingers covered in mashed potatoes and gravy, licking his lips.

You held up your fingertips smothered in mashed potatoes and gravy, and Triple H and Shawn both pulled their heads into your hands.

Triple H opened his mouth and wrapped his mouth around the tip of your index finger, where he began sucking the mashed potatoes and gravy off of the tip of your finger.

The mashed potatoes and gravy mix burned his tongue a bit, but he doesn't really mind.

Your finger was bobbing up and down in his mouth, his mouth sucking off the mashed potatoes and gravy, replacing the mashed potatoes and gravy with his saliva.

Shawn was doing the same to your index finger on your other hand, sucking off the mashed potatoes and gravy on your index finger, cleaning it off, replacing the mashed potatoes and gravy with his saliva.

Their saliva was making the tips of your fingers shiny.

When Shawn and HHH were done with your index finger, they moved on to the next finger, your middle one, sucking the tip of your middle finger, cleaning it off, swallowing the mashed potatoes and gravy.

They made sure to get all the mashed potatoes and gravy off of your middle finger.

You actually wish you could have other male wrestlers with you licking off the mashed potatoes off of your fingers, those men being Billy Gunn (who is getting sexier and cuter and never looked any better than by the end of 1997 with New Age Outlaws), British Bulldog/Davey Boy Smith and that cute Rob Van Dam from ECW who stayed for a little while in the WWF at the beginning of 1997.

Bret Hart could join this feast too.

But alas, this isn't to be.

Ah well, better luck next time.

While they were sucking the tips of your middle finger, this is something you have to ask them.

"Guys" you said.

Shawn raised his head slightly up, his eyes looking at you, your middle finger on your right hand in his mouth.

"What if I dipped each finger tip in one dipping sauce?" you asked. "Like, one finger has ranch on top of it, another has honey mustard on top of it, another has barbeque sauce, would you guys lick them all off?"

"You'd be wasting dipping sauce, probably" Shawn chuckled.

Triple H thought we were eating dinner, not having foreplay.

And surprisingly, you don't want to have sex now.

One thing you'd love to do in the future is have men, Shawn and Triple H included, lick KFC dipping sauce off of your naked body, especially honey mustard.

Maybe that could happen in the future.

Triple H had now cleaned off 2 fingers, where he was now down to sucking on your ring finger, stretching his neck out and leaning into your hand, sucking off the mashed potatoes on the top of your fingers.

Shawn, meanwhile, has now moved onto your ring finger, where he began sucking off the top of your ring finger.

As his mouth moved up the top of your finger, the mashed potatoes and gravy mixture had entered his mouth.

They didn't just suck off the mashed potatoes on your ring finger, but their tongues were twirling around the top of your ring finger, making sure to get the mashed potatoes and gravy off of the top of your finger and into their own mouths.

Meanwhile, the driver could see the 3 of you supposedly eating dinner, even though what you guys were really doing was sucking fingers.

He could be driving while all of this is going on, but then mashed potatoes, fried chicken and coleslaw would get everywhere if he hits a bump or if a traffic light changes a different color.

However, he also dozed off to sleep a bit considering he's been driving the bus the entire day.

Once Shawn and Triple H had cleaned your ring fingers, Shawn and Triple H were seemingly down to their last finger to suck on, your pinky finger, where the two of them both sucked on your pinky fingers, the tips of them, and cleaned the tips of them off.

Even though they have sucked off the mashed potatoes and gravy off of your fingers, this scenario isn't done yet, oh no.

While they were sucking your fingers, even though this is a sexy moment and all, having 2 hot men suck your fingers, it isn't orgasmic, you couldn't really have an orgasm over this.

They raised their heads up from your pinky fingers, now the tips of your fingers covered in their saliva.

After they cleaned your fingers, your hand reached into the KFC box and pulled out a chicken strip, where your fingertips were getting some crumbs on your fingers.

Triple H went back to eating that coleslaw whereas Shawn pulled out another chicken strip, and not just that, but peeled off the top of the ranch and honey mustard sauces.

You, on the other hand, reached into the box and picked up a ketchup packet, where you tore the packet at the top where it reads to be torn, and squeezed the packet into an empty space in the box.

Some red ketchup poured out of the packet and landed in the corner of the box.

You dipped that chicken strip you were holding in that ketchup pile, the top of the chicken getting covered in ketchup, much like your fingers were in mashed potatoes and gravy not too long ago.

You directed the chicken into your mouth, where you opened your mouth and took some bites of that chicken, breaking the chicken down into many pieces with your mouth.

The chicken was no longer hot anymore (and you mean hot as in something that burns, not hot as in sexy) and that's a good thing, you don't want your tongue to burn while eating!

Putting that chicken more and more into your mouth, the chicken was being broken down more and more into your mouth thanks to your teeth breaking the chicken down and apart.

And luckily, there was no bone, so they got your order right!

Your fingers, meanwhile, especially your fingertips were getting a little coated in grease.

Shawn had already finished his chicken tender he was taking bites of, where he dipped the tender in ranch, ketchup, and honey mustard, of course, not a mixture of all of those sauces, but...

The last piece of chicken you were holding, you directed it in front of Triple H's face, waving it a bit.

"Y'want this?" you asked him, waving the chicken in your hand.

Even though he doesn't normally eat fried chicken, he probably can have a bite of it.

He took the chicken from your hand, where he dipped it into the ketchup and put it in his mouth, his teeth breaking down the chicken inside his mouth.

Honestly, you weren't done with this scenario of these men licking your fingers.

"Guys" you said. "I'm not finished with you guys sucking my fingers. Now, I want you to suck my fingers after I ate a chicken tender".

Jesus Christ, you keep sounding crazier and crazier.

Shawn could nearly spit his food out at what you said, so could Triple H.

"Well, guys?" you asked. "Are you okay with that?"

Shawn shrugged his shoulders.

Even though tasting chicken grease isn't that pleasant, guess he could do it, so could Triple H.

Shawn leaned his face into your hand sticking up, he saw that hand holding the chicken finger as you ate it.

He wrapped his lips around your pinky finger, where he began sucking the tip of your finger, rolling his tongue around the tip of your finger.

Triple H leaned his head into your hand, stretching your neck, where he wrapped his mouth around the top of your index finger, sucking and cleaning it.

While they were cleaning each and every one of your fingers on your hand by sucking the tops of them, you had to say this.

"Since you guys are sucking my fingers covered in something from KFC" you said "This gives new meaning to the phrase 'Finger lickin' good".

Shawn and Triple H both burst out into laughter, though they knew you would say that.

Not to mention, considering that you're supposed to be riding on the bus to the WWF arena, wonder if you could try to dip each of your fingers in those various dipping sauces and have both men suck and clean them off?

And you wonder if you should offer the driver some of the chicken?

Epilogue: Later on that night, the driver ordered McDonalds and had a bite of your fried chicken, he luckily didn't suck your fingers.

Triple H and Shawn Michaels on the other hand, ate at some restaurant where they ordered something healthy.

They also sucked off the KFC dipping sauce on each of your fingers on the bus ride.

________________________________________________________________

I know this fanfic seems a little silly and strange, but I surprisingly did have this sexual fantasy of Triple H and Shawn sucking off my wrestling OC’s fingers after eating fried chicken and covered in mashed potatoes and gravy! I woke up with this fantasy one morning!

[darling-young-demons]

Alastor

DOB: June 21st (Age: 397)

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual (Though prefers men)

Build: Very thin, lanky build, not much of fat or muscle on him

Height: 5’10”

Complexion: Pale skin with a little scruff on his chin. He’s also covered in scars (TW SUICIDE) some on his arms and legs that are self inflicted.

Eyes: Baby Blue. In his demon form his scieras become black with green slitted eyes.

Hair: Short brown hair in a messy undercut. In his demon form it turns into a neon green color.

Family Life: Also has no actual family, only having his ‘host’, Shawn, though at this point they do not share the same body, just the same appearance. They get along pretty well, mostly because they are stuck together and most think they are just twin brothers, so they go with it.

Personality: Free spirited, loud mouthed, potty mouthed, can be a bit selfish, also can be a bit hot headed. He is actually good at heart though having a lot of regrets from his pasts when it comes to him being selfish. He is however very much depressed, being disappointed in himself for many of the things he had done, the memories often coming back to haunt him. He is prone to panic attacks and drinking away his sorrows, even in some instances having sucidal tendencies.

Abilities: Can corrupt whatever he touches at will, this includes beings and objects. He can posses people’s body. He can also emit green fireballs from his palms and emit form wings out of his back from the energy in the fire, making them a bright neon green, being hot to the touch. Not to mention he had been granted the gift/curse of immortality, so whenever he is hurt physically it regenerates automatically, some minor inconveniences not being able to hurt him such as sickness, the lack of oxygen and bruising.The demon was also trained in martial arts and is pretty handy with a blade and certain types of guns. He is usually best when it comes to small knives of all kinds.

Likes: Alcoholic beverages, cats, cute guys, big titties,

Dislikes: Himself, all bugs, narcissistic people, angels

Little Backstory: Alastor was a youngling who simply started to exist one day, being a young child, all alone in the middle of the city. He soon came across another youngling named Dantanian, who had only been a couple days older than him. They quickly became friends and helped one another survive. As they got older, Alastor started to develop a crush on the other, however as they got older, Dantanian started to want to leave and simply, have more happening in his life. Alastor has gotten jealous on how he had started to become more and more powerful, so in order to have some type of power of his own, he made a deal with an upperclass demon named Asmodeus. This traded his being for some type of fortune. Though at the last minute he chickened out and decided to bring someone else in his place, that vein Dantanian, since he was the only person he knew. He had to beat and tie up his friend and give him over to the upper demon, with the prize of immortality being given to him. After a month going by, guilt ate away at him as he tried to convince him to give his immortality for his friend’s freedom or even trade his own freedom. Though Asmodeus had started to enjoy Dantanian, denting ever giving him his freedom, and leaving Alastor with his immortality, wanting him to suffer as he would have to live with his guilt for all of eternity. Absolutely regretful and filled with sadness, he ran off to try and figure out a way to solve the problem. He trained and studied to try and find a way of freeing Dark all to no avail. After several hundred years he had started to weaken strength wise, so he decided to host a body with a young man named Shawn. Originally, he was prone on taking over the body all of his own, but lost interest after he started to enjoy the company of the human. Alastor would not interfere with his life, and yet still would be able to gain energy off of him, being a win win situation. Eventually they had even split, sharing the same appearance and Shawn deciding to let Alastor stay with him. Now his only point in life is to protect his present friend and help others, wanting to atone for the horrible things he had done in the past.

Tag: #spicy-green-bean-muse

[julienbakr]

12:43am and im watching shawn mendes cry because hes eating super hot chicken wings loll

[staykids9]

@bangtans-son-yeontan there are gonna be A LOT of songs so I’m just gonna put everything in this post

So firstly K-Pop/C-Pop/J-Rock

Summer go Loco - Loco ft Gray

Okey Dokey - MINO ft Zico

It’s definitely you - V ft Jin

El dorado - EXO

Peter Pan - EXO

Stay with me - Chanyeol ft Punch (I LOVE THIS SONG)

Goodbye - Taemin (there’s a kor and a jap ver and i like the kor ver more but you should check out both :3)

Bye Babe - Chen ft 10cm

Black Suit - Super Junior

Change up - SVT Leaders

My I - SVT The8 & Jun

Gotta talk to you - Seungri

Here come the regrets - Epik High ft. Lee Hi

I’m different - HI SUHYUN ft. Bobby

Bomb - Ravi ft San E

Movie - BtoB

Missing you - BtoB (THE VOCALS I LOVE THIS SONG)

O sole mio - SF9

Bermuda Triangle - Zico, Crush ft Dean

Yesterday - Block B

Her - Block B

Really Really - Winner

Don’t flirt - Winner

Island - Winner

Love me love me - Winner

The Real - N.Flying

Like this - Pentagon

ON/OFF - ONF

Holup! - Bobby

I love you - Bobby

Runaway - Bobby

Secret - Bobby, DK ft Katie

In love - Bobby (this is slow but i love it)

Hit me - MOBB

Full house - MOBB

Honeymoon - B.A.P.

Wake me up - B.A.P.

Haru Haru - Big Bang

Sober - Big Bang

FXXK IT - Big Bang

Last Dance - Big Bang

Crayon - GDragon

That XX - GDragon

Untitled, 2014 - GDragon

Who You? - GDragon

Crooked - GDragon

Dancing King - Yu Jae Seok ft EXO

Don’t Recall - KARD

Oh NaNa - KARD

Hola Hola - KARD

Bad - Infinite

Newton - Monsta X

Shine Forever - Monsta X

Hero - Monsta X

Beautiful - Monsta X

Sixteen - Samuel

Yes I am - Mamamoo

4 walls - f(x)

New face - PSY

Bomb - PSY, B.I. ft Bobby

Dumb & Dumber - iKON

What’s wrong - iKON

Rhythm Ta - iKON

Anthem - iKON

Apology - iKON

Airplane - iKON

Bling Bling - iKON

B-DAY - iKON

July - Kris Wu

Dramarama - Monsta X

Just one day - BTS

Run - BTS

21st century girls - BTS

Interlude: Wings - BTS

Shake that brass - Amber ft Taeyeon

Shall we dance - Block B

CLAP - Seventeen

Peek-A-Boo - Red Velvet

Crazy Sexy Cool - Astro

Day and Night - Taemin

Thirsty - Taemin

Lost one - Epik High

Bullshit - GDragon

I don’t like your girlfriend - Weki Meki

Fanfare - SF9

Jelly - Hotshot

I’m the one - MXM

여기여기 - Halo

That girl - Jung Yong Hwa ft Loco

WOW - BtoB

Rain - KNK

Devil - Super Junior

Can’t help myself - Eric Nam ft Loco

EXO 2014 - EXO (I cry everytime I listen to that song ugh i love it)

Breathe - Lee Hi (Jonghyun wrote that song and I just CAN’T LISTEN TO IT ANYMORE AFTER YOU KNOW)

Wild and Young - Kang Seung Yoon

She is - Jonghyun

19 - Z.Tao

Black White (AB) - Z.Tao

The Road - Z.Tao

3.6.5 - EXO

Shala La - THE ORAL CIGARETTES

Kyouran Hey Kids!! - THE ORAL CIGARETTES

Black Memory - THE ORAL CIGARETTES

Kishi Kasei Story - THE ORAL CIGARETTES

5150 - THE ORAL CIGARETTES

Kizukeyo Baby - THE ORAL CIGARETTES

Cactus - A.C.E.

ROAR - SF9

White TShirt - Jonghyun

Y si fuera ella - Jonghyun

Mommae - Jay Park ft Ugly Duck (DO NOT WATCH THE MV if you’re under 16)

Hold Me - Eric Nam

WEE WOO - Pristin

Moon - Jonghyun

The Little Prince - Ryeowook

Trap - Henry, Taemin ft Kyuhyun

Swing - Super Junior M

Colleteral Love - Z.Tao

Deja-Boo - Jonghyun

Hallelujah - Jonghyun

You don’t go - Super Junior D&E

So Goodbye - Jonghyun

Tell Me - Infinite (A BOP)

ECHO - Seven O’Clock

DDD - EXID

Dinosaur - Akdong Musician

Me like yuh - Jay Park

Middle Fingers-Up - GDragon

놀리러 간다(Don't tease me!) - Speed

샤방샤방 - Park Hyun Bin (That’s trot and I love it)

Traveler - f(x) ft Zico

Hand in Hand - MIXNINE Team Pyeongchang

Super Freak - MIXNINE Team Gangnam Station

Home alone - Ravi ft Jung Yong Hwa

Everything - iKON

Beautiful - iKON

Don’t forget - iKON

Love me - iKON

What!? - MIXNINE Team Top Line

I like to too - MIXNINE Team Like8+1

Ravi da Loca - Ravi

Nirvana - Ravi ft Park Jimin (No, not BTS’ Jimin hehe)

Beggar - Z.Tao

Forget about tomorrow - Jay Park ft Yultron

Hot Potato - N-Flying

Callin’ - A.C.E.

Louder - Taeyang

Nega Dola - BoA

Joah - Jay Park

Doom Dada - T.O.P.

Just Dance - MIXNINE

Perfect girl - Monsta X

5tar - A.C.E.

Rubber Band - iKON

Love Line - TVXQ

Fly - Got7

If you do - Got7

Hard Carry - Got7

You are - Got7

What can I do - Day6

I smile - Day6

Congratulations - Day6

Everyday - Winner

One and Only you - Got7 ft Hyolyn

Look - Got7

Everyday - Mamamoo

Blooming Day - EXO CBX

Lo Siento - Super Junior ft Leslie Grace

Honestly - Eric Nam

Giddy up - The Boyz

Lady - EXID

Tomorrow, Today - JJ Project

Scientist - VIXX

Shine - Pentagon

Dawn of us - Jackson Wang

Sheep - Lay

Cider - Yezi

Hobgoblin - CLC

Anck Su Namun - Yezi

My Number - Cheetah

La TATA - (G)-IDLE

Face - Got7

Paradise - Got7

Go Higher - Got7

Beggin on my knees - Got7

Love Flutters - TheEastLight.

Real Man - TheEastLight.

Teenager - Samuel

Black and Blue - A.C.E.

Take me higher - A.C.E.

Complete - ONF

Perfect Man - Shinhwa

Shoot Me - Day6

I’m not afraid - Holland

365 fresh - Triple H

Retro Future - Triple H

egoistic - Mamamoo

1,2,3! - Seungri

Where r u from  - Seungri ft MINO (I LOVE the mv)

Mollado - Seungri ft B.I.

Paradise Lost - Gain

Dally - Hyolyn ft GRAY

Killing me - iKON

Now or Never - SF9

Down - Jessi

‘Bout you - Super Junior D&E

HANN - (G)-IDLE

Our season - Jonghyun

Ok now to the English (&spanish) songs I am so sorry this is so long

Get like me – Nelly, Nicky Minaj

Hot in here – Crib

In my blood – Shawn Mendes

Chicken fried – Zac Brown Band

Youth – Shawn Mendes ft Khalid

Queen – Shawn Mendes

Mutual – Shawn Mendes

Born this way – Lady Gaga

Free – Cody Simpson

Happy lil hippie – Cody Simpson

La da dee – Cody Simpson

Angel with a Shotgun - The Cab

Carry on Wayward Son - Kansas

The House of the Rising Sun - The Animals

Devil in disguise - Elvis Presley

Temporary Bliss - The Cab

Simple Man - Lynyrd Skynyrd

The Weight - Jason Manns

Simple Man - Jason Manns ft Jensen Ackles

Wagon Wheel - Jason Manns

Knockin on heaven’s door - Daniele Negroni (idk I just listen to his ver lol)

Hotel California - Eagles

Nothing Else Matters - Metallica

Smells like teen spirit - Nirvana

Lithium - Nirvana

Castle - Halsey

New Americana - Halsey

Ghost - Halsey

Colors - Halsey

Siempre Brillaras - TINI

ok I am done after like 2h i am sososo sorry that it took so long and that that list is so long .-.

[mendeshoney]

mendeshoney reaction to shawn on hot ones

okay sidebar: I fucking LOVE Complex and I LOVE Hot Ones and this is a dream come true so this post is more for me to rattle off things I noticed or said out loud during this interview from beginning to end

the little “WOOO” shawn lets out at the beginning

WHAT MOOD MUSIC IS THIS

“TEENAGE HITMAKER” IM CACKLING

can shawn even eat hot wings...has he even had chicken wings before

ya need to make it to the end shawn dont let me down

WING #1 alright buddy doing good 

yes eat the whole wing don’t waste chicken

WING #2 - thank you I love when people acknowledge Dom bc he works hard as fuck making all these spicy wings

also shawn...saying eh

are canadians really too polite? like is he lying?

LOL WAIT BIEBS IS BETTER AT HOCKEY IM SHOOK AF

WING #3 lol his face is kinda red

GUITAR STORE ETIQUETTE IM DEAD

“you can’t pay for that” SIKE BITCH IM SHAWN MENDES

shawn’s little john mayer story so effin cute

WING #4 - okay but shawn says “eh” a lot huh you really are canadian bud

there really is only one way to eat wings tho babe but you look cute af doing it (just chew w/ ya mouth closed pls)

thank you for talking about your process i really appreciate it like genuinely i love this 

im gonna be that nit picky person but im from hawaii and he says ukulele wrong and not that he knows any better but its fine

WING #5 - OKAY BUT PAUSE THE VIDEO BECAUSE THE WAY HE SAYS HAMAJANG GAVE ME FUCKING CHILLS - so if you don’t know I was born and raised in Hawai’i before I moved to New England and “hamajang” is slang for like “fucked up” or “messed up” so you’d say something looks all “hamajang” and honestly when he fucking said it I was soo shook it gave me chills like pls shawn

LOL WHEN THE HAMAJANG SUDDENLY MAKES IT SPICY FOR HIM LOL LIKE I SAID BUDDY IT FUCKS YOU UP

YES EXPLAIN THAT GRAM

the fucking cowboy picture

I just noticed Sean and Shawn lol

“the stars were aligning” ooooh what do you know about stars shawn tell me more pls

SHAWN AND DRAKE YAS

lol drake saw something big

WHEN SHAWN SAYS WHACK WAIT IM DEAD

WING #6 - okay but I knew shawn wouldn’t be able to handle spicy shit

EW MENDES ARMY DONT SAY IT SEAN

lol “have you used them to do your bidding” and Shawn’s like “DEFINITELY”

uh oh spicy hits

wait who is the we he speaks of when he says “they came up with mendes army”

yo delivery from norway? all from vine evidence? that’s some crazy shit

you’re lost eh? LOL WHAT

WAIT YOU DROVE HER TO STARBUCKS SHAWN WHAT THE FUCK YOU COULDVE DIED

pause to breathe the spice is intense

LOL YOU TOOK HER PICTURE NOW SHES ON YOUR SHIT LIST LOL IM DYING I CANT 

WING #7

don’t call out eddie huang like that Sean he’s learned his lesson

“I swear a lot man even in interviews - sorry man whoa” YEAH OKAY SHAWN

you’re going for it eh - THERE IT IS AGAIN

you seem fine maybe because this is his job shawny boy

WING #8 - this is actually spicy like I’ve tried it

SHIT’S GONNA GET REAL RIGHT NOW YES SHAWN LET IT FLY

“for the people”

“THAT’S FUCKED UP” YAS SHAWN LET IT OUT

but oh my god look at how SMALL the bottle is in his hand

“THATS HORRIBLE”

“HOLY SHIT THATS INSANE”

oh but his little “oh fuck” like hang on I need to breathe that was so fucking hot 

okay but watching him do this like I hope he doesn’t tap out

“that’s messed up you can’t say that to a harry potter fan” but shawn

“I could care less about hufflepuff” WOW OKAY I mean I’m a Ravenclaw so I don’t care but dude

“Am I dramatic right now? is this a lot” uhhhhhh no? do you even know what that means?

shawn you’re eating some of the hottest chicken wings on earth 

there’s the woo

wing #9 - fun fact i bought mad dog 357 for my boyfriend and his mouth hurt for thirty minutes

“did you ask me a question?” “no we didn’t eat the wing yet”

LOL THE GYM

“it’s in my throat”

leg day sucks

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERES NOTHING GOOD ABOUT BIG LEGS HAVE YOU SEEN YOUR THIGHS

16...300 pounds...what

WING #10

shawn you made it yayyyy

“you guys are messed up you just watch people suffer for a living” LOL sorry babe

his nipple

NO DONT RUB YOUR EYES YOU IDIOT

“you’re not the doey eyed teenager” lol yes he is

drinking? THATS IT?

HOT ONES ROUND TWO LETS FUCKING GO

YAY HE DID IT IM SO PROUD HE ATE ALL THE CHICKEN

lol

JESUS CHRIST HOLY FUCK 

and that’s a good way to end it

[harryfeatgaga]

do you know Hot Ones on First we Feast? basically, celebs go on and eat chicken wings and each wing gets more and more spicy and they have to answer questions with detail. Imagine if Harry went on. I bet he wouldn't get past the first wing. My poor baby.

I DO I WATCHED SHAWN MENDE’S THE OTHER DAY IT WAS SO FUNNY AND I BET HARRY COULD DO PRETTY WELL TBH BUT HE WOULD BE 

S T R U G G L I N G

[darling-stay-with-me]

Watching Shawn eat progressively worse of hot chicken wings is the greatest thing ever

[igrublocal]

The Best Takeout I Ate This Month, When I Could Only Eat Takeout

In the span of three weeks, I somehow managed two moves while trying to find an apartment that I liked: from Uptown to Woodlawn, then from Woodlawn to Printers Row. Turns out that I need someplace larger than a tiny studio, and also within walking distance of a coffee shop (preferably one that has macadamia milk).

There was a lot of packing and unpacking, and packing again to unpack. But the one thing I never unpacked was my kitchen, so I found myself grabbing something to-go, virtually every day, in neighborhoods across the city. And of all the things I ate, these are my favorites. So if you’re looking for good takeout, read on.

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$$$$ 2621 S Halsted St.

Cold Noodles

This is the spot formally known as A Place by Damao, right on the border of Bridgeport and Chinatown. Da Mao Jia specializes in Chengdu cuisine and is home to one of my favorite dishes in the city. It’s the sweet and spicy cold noodle, made with perfectly chewy handmade noodles, peanut sauce, and a housemade chili oil. In fact, the entire menu is delicious, and the cold noodles also serve as a refreshing palate cleanser in between mouth-numbing bites of the wontons in volcano broth, or their ChengDu Spicy Duck Wings.

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$$$$ Wilson

Meat & Jollof Plate

The best part about living in Uptown was all the different West African restaurants I had the chance to try. Out of those, Palace Gate Ghanaian Restaurant became my go-to. A lot of different stews, rice, and starches make up the menu, but my favorite is the meat and jollof plate. It’s a container packed with deliciousness - spicy, fragrant rice, tender stewed beef, and ripe, roasted plantain.

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$$$$ 4949 N Broadway St

Khao Soi

Another Uptown favorite, Immm Rice & Beyond serves up a khao soi that’s so good I ordered it at least once a week while I lived in the neighborhood. The dish is a spicy but sweet curry with braised beef, hand-cut noodles, and topped with a tangle of fried noodles and a dollop of chili paste. It’s a great mix of flavors and textures, and thanks to their khao soi, this dish has become the first thing I look for on the menu of any new Thai restaurant I visit.

$$$$ 2447 N Clark St

Hot Wings

You know how you have those hot wings that are hot, but somehow still bland? No kick, not enough salt, and the only notable flavor is “spicy”. They’re the worst, and far too common. But House of Wings is breaking that cycle with their crispy, well-seasoned, and well-sauced hot wings out of a little storefront in Lincoln Park. Plus there’s no seating, so this place was primed for takeout even before the pandemic.

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$$$$ 901 W Randolph St

Mr. G Sandwich

I call this the Italian sandwich to beat out all Italian sandwiches. The Mr. G comes courtesy of J.P Graziano’s, a family-run place serving up subs (hoagies, cold cuts, sandwiches, heros, whatever) in the West Loop since 1933. In other words, way before rent went up 500%. And their longevity must be based on the fact that the sandwiches are straight-up quality - made with chewy fresh-baked bread from D’Amato’s, imported meats, cheeses, spices, and oils. The Mr. G (named after the original owner) is layered with sharp provolone, hot soppressata, prosciutto, genoa salami, truffle mustard, balsamic vinaigrette, hot oil, marinated artichokes, fresh basil, and lettuce.

$$$$ 3452 S Western Ave

Croissant Breakfast Sandwich

In the words of a famous Chicagoan, “Hurry up with my damn croissants!” But please don’t actually say this to the nice people at Butterdough in McKinley Park. I warn you though, the airy, buttery croissants will make you wanna curse. The pastries alone are good, but when they put bacon, lettuce, tomato, avocado, and herbed ranch on said croissant? I was hooked. But get there early, ’cause once they’re gone, they’re gone - and they sell out quick.

$$$$ 1646 W 18th St

Pork Jibarito Plate

Usually, I go to Humboldt Park to satisfy my jibarito craving. But Jibarito Stop (which started out as a food truck and is woman-owned), set up shop right in the heart of Pilsen and is making some seriously delicious jibaritos. I like ordering the pork with arroz con gandules and a Champagne kola, but they also have great dinner plates, like stewed black beans or empanadas.

$$$$ Location changes

Steak Taco

This one only pops-up occasionally so requires a bit of planning, but is worth the effort. Taco Sublime is a taco truck from the Under The Bridge Project, a community rehabilitation non-profit, that serves the best steak taco I’ve ever had. The perfectly-seasoned meat is tender and the salsa is tangy and delicious, but what really sets it apart is the caramelized cheese coating the inside of the corn tortilla. And the best part (even better than the crispy cheese) is that they donate their profits to different local charities every time they come out and serve food.

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$$$$ 1637 W Montrose

Tropical Arepa

I have a special relationship with arepas. The first time I ever had one was while working on a Venezuelan food truck after deciding to quit my marketing internship post-college graduation. During that time I made (and ate) hundreds, if not thousands, of arepas - so I know a good one when I bite into it. And the huge arepas at Bienmesabe are good ones. They’re crispy on the outside, soft on the inside, and stuffed with meat, handmade white cheese, and a variety of other delicious fillings. My favorite is the tropical arepa, which has shredded chicken, black beans, and plantains.

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$$$$ 57 E 47th St

Bananas Foster Combo Scoop

That line isn’t out the door for nothing. If you’re craving something sweet, Shawn Michelle’s makes some of the best ice cream in the city. The first time I went I wanted to try virtually everything, but there are over 25 flavors, so I ended up going with the bananas foster combo: a mix of banana pudding and Jamaican rum raisin ice creams. Y’all. This woman made me like raisins. Let that be a testament to how good the ice cream is here.

[my-ownbestfriend]

10-29-2019 (1)

I'm leaving for California in a day.

Three days ago I tripped on LSD.

It was the first time in I believe 5 years. (This is one I'm not the most excited to tell Maddie.) I had a great time, I remembered why I used to fry my brain multiple times a week off the shit. It was only bad then because of the stimulants I'd use to stay awake in-between doses. My hallcuinations lasted a year after no use.

It makes the genius parts of my brain more easy to access. It was Tiara's birthday, a friend of 8 years. I'd pulled two massive shifts beforehand and nearly bailed, but had the feeling that a lot of other people were doing the same. I wanted to show up for her, so I did. I stopped Downtown before heading over South, picking up a case of Corona and limes at Target as a housewarming gift. When I arrived Tiara was fussing over her make-up and halloween blood, yelling at her boyfriend Brian to take a shower. We drank, listened to music, and waited for her other friends to show up before taking off.

Before leaving I was offered X, and/or acid. I thought to myself "I can half dose a sheet of acid and be fine by the morning." it's not as if it was my first rodeo. It had just been a while. They told me it was liquid form. I was handed it on a sour patch kid which I only ate half of in the first 30 minutes. I ate the rest before we left. It kicked in during the car ride there. And so did my suspicions. Brian had made a comment earlier about how simply, he was gonna bone Tiara that night. He was getting her warmed up in the back seat. She was in the middle, I was to her right, Brian to her left with his hand underneath her. He was also touching my thigh at the same time, not sure if he meant to, it was dark in there. I'd be in the middle of talking to Tiara and then suddenly she'd be distracted by him playing with her pussy. It was hot honestly. I was turned on. I didn't even mind. My acid just had me in love with the moment. It was her birthday, go her. The lights Downtown gave me something else to focus on.

When we got there it didn't take long for me to remember why I can't stand Skyway Theatre. As I said previously, it's something my people should have otugrown by now. Granted we were there earlier than normal, I couldn't help but grumble to mysef about how lame I thought it was. I still nodded my head to the beats.

Tiara tried to show me a text and ask my opinion about her response. I couldn't read a thing. The words swirled on her screen and I pretended as if I understood. Tiara told me this girl texting her was someone that her and Brian fucked together. It made me feel strange. I'd never known Tiara to be the type of woman to fuck another with her man. Every queer girl I know has a thing for her, and I, knowing her for so long developed a sibling like relationship with her. I protected her from people who couldn't take a hint, and now I wasn't sure if she was dropping one my way.

The second I heard a dubstep remix of a Shawn Mendes song I darted to the smoking area. The social spot which turned into a middle school reunion from hell. I saw an ex, friends that aren't fond of me anymore, ones that are obsessed with blow and nothing else. I saw a girl I hadn't seen since 5th grade and she was particualrly annoying. During the peak of my acid trip, I saw a girl I was romatincally involved with- Jodi. She made a big deal out of it, I was more handsy with her than I should've been, she didn't mind. When she realized I was tripping, she made it a point to block off a corner with a trash can and keep me safe in it for the moment. We talked about how small of it world it was.

"I know. I've traveled the whole globe and yet here I am again at Skyway Theatre, Minneapolis."

I confided in her about my fear that Brian and Tiara were trying to lure me into a threesome.

"Man, it's like can't bisexuals ever just be homies?" she laughed with pity.

"You UNDERSTAND ME!" I buried my head in her chest and she patted it.

When I made my way back inside I found Brian and the gang. Brian had hand-held fans and I was absolutely living for the air he started to cool me down with. We may have been having too much of a moment. I saw Tiara glare across the room at me with anger, jealousy.

I had a few thoughts, my first was that he needed to be giving Tiara the attention he was giving me. Especially since it was her birthday. The other was that, there's no way Tiara is okay with fucking other women. She has to be doing it to keep him happy. She appoached me with the intensity of a wildcat.

"He's the Fan-King isn't he. That's why I bought him the fans. He's so tall strong, he can fan the whole room." she said, nose to nose with me, almost a threat.

I laughed. She continued to try and dance in a sexy way on him, right next to me. Everyones energy was palpable. He knew he was feeling me too much. I didn't want to be the one that made Tiara insecure. I never thought that could even be a possibility in the first place. It all was very intense and I needed to make my way out of there. They asked me to stay the night with them, and I promised (though I appreciated their concern) I could make my way home safely. I was focused on the fact that I had to open my store in T-Minus 8 hours. I needed food and rest.

After bumbling around lobbies, every door I found was locked and the bar nextdoor had just closed their kitchen. I found a security guard and asked,

"Hey, if I need to get the fuck out of here, how do I do that?" he pointed to a door I hadn't seen before.

I was free. I made my way to the Depot, a restaurant connected to First Avenue. I was called "babe" by a waitress and was reminded of my mommy issues. She gave me hydration and honey mustard chicken wings. I couldn't finish them all and tried calling a few friends to get me, help me finish the wings and take me home. Everyone was asleep. I spent good money on a lyft home. Luckily I wasn't locked out. (unsure where my keys are at the moment) I wish i didn't have to work the next day, I wanted to make the most of the acid. I was having brilliant thoughts that I couldn't turn off until 3 AM, waking up at 7:30 thereafter.

Here I am now thinking that I can see myself dosing again. Not making a habit out of it, but is that even possible with me? ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[backpacksandbridges]

July 26

An ode to the girls who are still writing poems on their guests checks- Who have to decipher their own metaphors among chicken scratch about chicken wings and fry orders- who dig for poems in pockets full of pennies, pens, and parables. Who run to last call, 1:45 time for two drinks hands on the bar help me- deflect men with straight lined mouths and the smell of bacon grease. For the girls who laugh off lingering eyes, but still put on mascara in the bathroom because 20 percent is the only way to pay the light bill and you're pretty sure Shawn the bar regular hates his wife anyway. For the girls who know that once your feet hurt bad enough, they start to itch. Who use their fire match tongues to light their ten minute cigarettes and bitch at Brandi about how table thirteen ACTUALLY HAS TO BE DRINKING THEIR FUCKING RANCH. Who can't find the will to edit their word work because they spent all night working to find the words to tell Bob the bar regular that he's probably a racist - without getting fired. Who wolverine-key their way to their cars because it is already worrisome enough carrying one thing men find valuable beneath your apron, let alone 150 cash. When you spend the next hours lavender oil healing hot rag wiping furiously masturbating coming back to your body you are not 2.13 an hour robot with the detachable coors light bottle feature. You are 100 mile an hour missile not miss a thing meet in the middle do you hear that? Lighting. You are a hot head smart enough to cool off in the deep freeze. You are service with a smile get served later while smiling. You are woman. And one day, from your automatic pay NYC Studio Bob the bar regular is going to be able to hear you tell him to fuck off.

[jkfortunekookies]

92 TRUTHS TAG

THE LAST 1.Drink: water

2.Phone call: My faculty  #I still have shit to do with that school #free me from prisonpls

3.Text message: My brother <3

4.Song you listened to: Scream HSM3

5.Time you cried: I don’t even recall.

6.Dated someone twice: .I don’t date haha

7. Been Cheated on: never ,but some guy wanted to date me even if he had feelings for someone else #Just had to put it in that category

8.Kissed someone and regretted it: Too many times

9.Lost someone special:  Yes

10.Been depressed: Yeah...

11.Gotten drunk and thrown up: I’m 20...what can you expect lol

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

White

Turquoise

Red

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU…

15.Made new friends: Yes 

16.Fallen out of love: Nope. It’s a miracle to make me fall for someone in the first place 

17.Laughed until you cried: Yes

18.Found out someone was talking about you: Way too many times haha #I’m apparently a great topic to talk about

19.Met someone who changed you: my followers made me happier <3

20.Found out who your true friends are: Yes

21.Kissed someone on your Facebook list: Who even has facebook? I deactivated a while ago. 

GENERAL…

22.How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: In my old account, they all knew me

23.Do you have any pets: Nope but I wish I had a bunny 

24.Do you want to change your name: Never 

25.What did you do for your last birthday: I ate an amazing cake and spent  time with my family 

26.What time did you wake up: around 9-10 AM if I don’t have school

27.What were you doing at midnight last night: Watching High School Musical 2 and crying cause freaking Troy Bolton is such a hottie 

28.Name something you cannot wait for: The day I see BTS irl

29.When was the last time you saw your mother: Like 2 seconds ago when I went downstairs to drink water

30.What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: I wish I had more confidence and be less broke haha 

31.What are you listening to right now: Why try the weight - Ariana&Shawn Mendes Mashup 

32.Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Yes

33.Something that is getting on your nerves: Being too tired to do what I want to do

34.Most visited website: Youtube /Tumblr 

35.Elementary: Done, like 8 years ago 

36, High School: Done, 2 and half  years ago 

37.College: Currently dying to get tf out of there 

38.Hair color: Dark brown but red/light brown in the sun

39.Long or short hair: I wish it was longer. It reaches my boobs halfway lol

40.Do you have a crush on someone: That son of a fetus could be a great candidate to this title since I run a blog about him

41.What do you like about yourself: The fact that I’m genuine no matter what # staying true to yourself is what makes you beautiful

42.Piercings: I have lobe piercings but I want a helix piercing 

43.Blood type: A

44.Nickname: Hana Banana ( sounds longer than my name alone tbh lol)

45.Relationship status: Eating chicken wings as I drool over hot actors and Jungkook

46.Zodiac sign: Capricorn

47.Pronouns: Banana ( It’s not a pronoun, but shhhh...In my world , it’s a pronoun)

48.Favorite tv show: I don’t watch TV anymore # sorry

49.Tattoos: None

50.Right or left hand: right

FIRST…

51.Surgery: Never had any

52.Piercing: I was 2 years old and I apparently cried for an hour

54.Sport: Soccer ,when I was five 

55.Vacation: I was too smol to remember 

56.Pair of trainers: When I was 6-7. I remember choosing converse shoes for the first time in my life when I was five tho #Just had to add it here

MORE GENERAL…

57.Eating: Cereals,Sweets,Salty stuff,Rice,Vegetables,Meat,Chipotle. I eat everything but I hate tofu tho (fruits are good but I don’t dig some of them.) 

58.Drinking: Water. Water.Water. My parents’ healthy lifestyle rubbed off on me , so I don’t drink unhealthy/colorful drinks as much lmao. Coffee is good but only at times. I mostly drink tea but especially milk.

59.I’m about to: go eat supper 

61.Waiting for: the day I will finally post my updates 

62.Want: to finish updating my fics

63.Get married: Someday when I decide to give chance to relationships haha

64.Career: I need a job rn

WHICH IS BETTER…

65.Hugs or kisses: Both

66.Lips or eyes: eyes

67.Shorter or taller: Taller , cause my 1m65 dosen’t seem to satisfy me

68.Older or younger:  Older. it doesn’t matter as long as we connect on a deeper level.

70.Nice arms or nice stomach: Nice arms , because My stomach remains flat no matter what,but my arms don’t T_T

71.Sensitive or loud: . Loud # be happy and shout your feels

72.Hook up or relationship: None of them # I prefer stanning jungkook instead

73.Troublemaker or hesitant: Troublemaker ALL THE WAY!!!

HAVE YOU EVER…

74.Kissed a stranger?: WHAT IF HE HAS SOME CRAZY ASS CONTAGIOUS DEADLY DISEASE ? WHAT DO YOU DO THEN #life is too short for me to die from kissing a random dude

75.Drank hard liquor? : probably 

76.Lost glasses contact/lenses? : no

77.Turned someone down?: Yeah... #cue awkward memories 

78.Sex on first date?: Good luck kissing me on the first date lol #who tf gets laid on the first date unless it’s like someone you’ve known FOR A WHILE

79.Broken someone’s heart?: Yes :/ 

80.Had your heart broken?: Yes

81.Been arrested?: Never. But I’d be down to get handcuffed by Officer Jeon any day

82.Cried when someone died?: Yes

83.Fallen for a friend?: Once you’re friendzoned, you are a friend for life.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN…

84.Yourself?: NEVER LOL

85.Miracles?: Always

86.Love at first sight?: Kind of...a bit too much 

87.Santa Claus?: IF HE BRINGS ME JUNGKOOK ,THEN F*CK YES 

88.Kiss on the first date?: only if It was love at first sight.

89.Angels?: OF course :3 My followers are angels tbh ;)

  OTHER….

90.Current best friend’s name: I can’T give their names because they’re not on tumblr and they might not like seeing their names here. but my bffs from tumblr are @jinssmile Madelyn, @jeylovestoblog Jey, @kookiewithak Maddison, @fetus-jungkook Haneul, @bangtannoon Alison, @polarstar17 Paula, @philophobia999 Jailene

91.Eye color: Brown

92. Favorite movie: Back to the future

I tag whoever wants to do this :) @Jungkook , I bet that son of a fetus will do the challenge as well if you ask him

[5hfanfiction]

DISILLUSIONED (5)

Suffocating. This was all Lauren felt as she is squeezed within a crowd. She easily recognizes that she is placed in the middle of a crowd in what seems to be a concert, as she can feel the thump of the bass reverberate through her body. She tries to squeeze her way out, pushing out her hands as far as she can to make her way through the crowd. However, she stops as she sees who is performing on stage. It was her. But she was performing alone, in a crowd of what can be vaguely estimated as at least ten thousand. People around her was screaming her name and it was making her nauseous. As she was about to turn around and leave in another direction, she accidentally locks gazes with her. A sense of dread and jealousy was felt by Lauren as Camila smirks at her and starts her opening song.

—-

Lauren slowly opened her eyes, but she is instantly awake as she fully remembers her vivid dream. She furrows her eyebrows and just stares at the ceiling, her headache not helping in figuring out what she feels. She knows that sometimes dreams tell you what your fears and inner thoughts are.

She stays this way for god knows how long, but was interrupted by a sudden snore next to her. She turns her head to see her brother stretched out on the couch and sleeping. When did they get here? She tries to sit up but is met by a wave of dizziness.

“Hey. Whoa there, don’t sit up too fast dear.”

A nurse suddenly is by her side helping her sit up, the nurse pushing a button to raise up the back of the bed and rearranging the pillow so that it is placed behind her back. Lauren says a soft thank you and the nurse shots a small smile back. The nurse tells her that she’ll be taking her vitals and will be drawing some blood for tests. Lauren just nods as she still continues to space out, thinking about her dream and what it meant for her.

“Lauren? How do you feel?”

Lauren sighs as she receives a hug from her father, who has entered the room just as the nurse was leaving.

“I feel fine, just a little woozy.” She gives her father a small smile and hugs him even tighter.

“Your fever is down.Think you can handle getting some visitors today? The girls are still here and extending their stay in the hotel. They insist on leaving once you’re out of here also.”

“The girls… Meaning?” Lauren asks with a raised brow, hoping that her father will get what she really is asking.

Mike sighs and tells her, “Dinah, Normani and Ally.”

Lauren looks down as she feels embarrassed by the sympathetic smile her father is giving her. “Oh. Right.”

Lauren softly replies and fidgets with the pearl ring on her right hand, the pearl ring that Camila has an exact one of. It was, at the time, a symbol of promise of everlasting friendship and a celebration of being soulmates. However, Camila would often times use the ring to send a message to Lauren. Whereas, Lauren never took hers off, Camila would sometimes deliberately not wear it as a “subtle” message of anger or disappointment directed towards the green-eyed Latina. When Lauren was always hanging out with Lucy, Camila didn’t wear hers for months.

For the rest of the morning, with members of the family present and with food, the Jauregui family spent talking about their schedules and where to go on a vacation. After exhausting weeks of touring and barely getting a chance to relax, Lauren felt really light and happy, her earlier plaguing thoughts already at the back of her mind. Given a choice, she would have chosen somewhere else to reunite with her family, but as long as they are together, it didn’t really matter.

Their reunion was interrupted in the middle of Chris being teased about his new “girlfriend” when the girls finally arrived.

“Who called for three really hot girls?” A loud voice, distinctly Dinah’s, interrupted their banter.

“Where?” Chris immediately replied with sarcasm dripping from his question and looking behind the girls, making Dinah roll her eyes, Normani make a fake gasp, and Ally just giggle.

The rest of the Jauregui family excused themselves to give the girls some privacy, and the girls sat down around Lauren’s bed.

“Hey you aren’t contagious are you? They told us you were really sick last night.”

Lauren rolled her eyes at Dinah.

“What a way to express your concern Dinah Jane.”

“I’m joking boo!” Dinah replied back, trying to cuddle with Lauren.

“Too late. Get away from me woman. I don’t even know who you are.” Lauren banters back, pulling herself away from Dinah.

“But you love me!” Dinah pouts back and cuddles one of Lauren’s arms.

“But really how are you? Are you really okay?? First you faint and hit your head, now a fever.” Normani asks the questions that the three girls really wanted to know the answer to.

“I don’t really know. I think maybe it’s because I have stressing out the past few weeks, and it just caught up with me you know? And hey, we’ve all been under stress, so how about you guys?? Do you feel okay?” Lauren asks as she attempts to stir the conversation away from her. She was getting tired of everyone asking her how she is, and looking at her as if she was fragile.

“Girl, we as fine as hell.”

“Yeah, exhausted but that’s a given. Ugh! Can’t wait to just relax at home!”

“Yeah, I am looking forward for the loooong vacation ahead of us. Gonna get home and get me them chicken wings.”

Lauren gives a small laugh but immediately, guilt washes over her. “I’m sorry that you guys are still here. You should have flown out by now.”

“Well, I can’t really relax knowing you’re here. So let us stay a bit Lauren.” Dinah replies with sincerity in her voice.

“Yeah, plus we can’t really complain cause Mila essentially has no vacation except for the week before we meet again.” Ally says without thinking.

Blink. Lauren just blinks at the information.

All three girls look at Lauren as they realize what Ally has said. They watch as her expression is immediately replaced by an unreadable one. Lauren looks at Ally and she immediately bows down her head, avoiding the piercing gaze of Lauren’s green eyes. Lauren can’t help but notice the looks being shared between Normani and Dinah. A surge of irritation was felt by Lauren, and she didn’t know if this was because at the mention of their missing band mate’s name or the fact that they were obviously hiding something.

“What? What is it guys?” She asks them in a soft tone, trying to not startle them. Maybe they’ll tell her what this is all about.

“Uhmm… I don’t know if we should be telling you this. Or if we should be telling you this in this way.”

Lauren just shoots them a curious look and slowly raises her eyebrow, clearly showing her irritation at their hesitancy and cryptic statement.

“Okay. So… We heard Mila talking with a few of the bosses after the the performance was done.”

“Just get it over with.” Normani says beside Ally, while Dinah is biting her lip and picking at her nails.

“It was decided that her contract as a Fifth Harmony member would be only until the end of the year.”

Blink. Lauren just blinks again.

Lauren tries to not act surprised at the information, because honestly, she wasn’t. However, there’s that oh so familiar pang in her chest again. It hurt, now more than ever because she knows that decision is final. It also angered her, knowing that her dream last night will no longer be a dream.

So is this why she had been crying yesterday after the performance? Is this why I comforted her then even when I was the one that needed comforting? Why the fuck would she be upset when this is finally got the thing she wanted?

Holding back her bitter remarks of Camila leaving them and selfishly pursuing a solo career, she opts to try to calm herself down because her getting angry is the last thing her bandmates need.

She felt her head pound again and tasted an acidic taste at the back of her tongue. However, she tries to not show the girls what she is feeling, and instead just takes a deep breath.

“So? This is it huh? We better get used to hanging with just the four of us like right now.” Lauren says softly, and squeezes Dinah’s hand, knowing that more than her, Dinah would be affected the most.

At the sound of Dinah holding back a sob, the other girls lose it and start to softly cry. Nobody brings up the fact that Camila is leaving them for a solo career, and nobody addresses that fact that this information will change how they interact with Camila for the remaining part of the year, until Camila leaves. Lauren tries hard to not cry herself, but with her other band mates faces wet with tears, she also lets quiet tears fall down her face as they hug each other.

They quietly sit and hold hands after a while. They just look at each other, faces wary of the future ahead as a lot of changes will obviously be put in place. They’re not stupid to not know that Camila has always been the popular one out of the group, and is essentially the “main vocals” of their band.

“We’ll be fine guys. We don’t have to worry about anything.” Lauren assures her girls, breaking out a small smile, knowing that her animosity towards Camila doesn’t matter right now as her girls need her to be positive. Thankfully, this makes the other girls also smile a little, even Dinah, even for just a little while.

“We’ll be okay.” Ally says softly, putting her hand on Dinah’s.

“We can do this.” Normani says as she looks at into the eyes of her other bandmates.

Looking at how they are right now, holding hands and just having an intimate moment without Camila, Lauren can’t help but wonder if it’s going to be like this in Camila’s last months with the group.

Later that day, with the girls gone and with Lauren finally convincing them to fly home already, Lauren allows herself to fully absorb all the things that have happened the past few days. It was certainly giving her a headache, and she was getting frustrated. The truth is, Lauren knew about Camila wanting to leave the band months ago, specifically a few weeks after she has released her duet with Shawn Mendes. This is what got her into a fight with Camila in the first place.

At first she tried to be sympathetic, she knew the hardships of being in Fifth Harmony. But after hearing Camila repeatedly expressing her delight on doing the duet with Shawn and doing outside performances outside of 5H like a broken parrot, she just blew up on her one day. If she remembers correctly, her exact words were “Then just fucking leave already if you hate it so much!”.

But the truth is, all the anger and hurt was because of the fact that Camila didn’t even consider her feelings, every time Camila expressed wanting to leave.

For the past few weeks, she thought that her need to be constantly mad at Camila was getting out of hand and that maybe she should talk it out with her. But now knowing the brand new information, that Camila actually made negotiations for her to leave the band, she decided that Camila deserved all the coldness that she directed at her.

I should get over her. Why am I waiting for her to realize that I like her?

Lauren has to make a decision on how to approach the younger Latinam how she will interact with for her knowing it’s her last few months with the band. She can decide to just settle the bad blood between them, and enjoy each other’s constant company for the last time. She can decide to finally confess her feelings. Maybe it will make Camila stay.

No. Lauren shakes her head. She decided to leave, clearly she has no feelings for you. You’re only offering her to break your heart when she openly rejects you.

This is all so complicated. Why do I even care anymore?

With her emotions in a mess, and also her physical state clearly not its best state as they refuse to let her go from this forsaken place, Lauren felt like dying and disappearing into oblivion. At that, she grabs her phone and dialed a number, placing the phone on her ear.

“Luce? Can you please come? I need you.”

A/N: Sorry for the three month long update.

[kcecabello97]

fifth harmony in fanfiction (stereotypes)

camila: smol bean, clumsy af, loves bananas, innocent af (but great in bed), good with words, 1 ex-boyfriend, gay af

lauren: badass mf, green eyes that pierce through ur soul, whipped af, has a soft spot for "camz", even gayer

dinah: funny as shit, sometimes dumb, polybeatdown, captain, camila's best friend, always shouts inappropriate stuff

normani: sassy as hell, motherly, lauren's best friend, chicken wings, straightforward, usually messing with dinah

ally: jesus, bible, troy, did i mention jesus? bless you, mother, sweet sweet sunshine, allysin sometimes

BONUS

sofie: the most intelligent sweet camren shipper kid ever

sinu: is always watching

alejandro: idk but he's always an asshole

ariana: i love camila

austin: asshole, fuckboy, dorito

shawn: sometimes camila's gay best friend, sometimes another ex-boyfriend

clara: best mom ever

mike: best dad ever

chris: horny teenager but a good brother when he has to be

taylor: grumpy teenager or most supportive lil sis

keana: usually a mean bitch, but hot as fuck

lucy: good friend wtf, or you know, part of the love triangle

vero: flirts with camila, very funny and a good friend

alexa: gives good advice

luis: fuckboy

keaton: fuckboy

brad: no lips, bread, fuckboy, dumb as shit

dinah's siblings: omg that's a lot

siope: gtfo norminah is real

troy: sweet sweet boy

ANOTHER BONUS

car: runs over camila

[gxldentrio]

because i’m a perpetual mess, under the cut are several things ppl have tagged me in - thank you so much!

if i forgot anything then I’m v sorry and I promise I still love you more than I love my hot water bottle

tagging some people to do all/any of these that they want to/haven’t done yet. ilu guys  @fetchalgernon @snapslikethis @prongsno @ravnclaws @alrightevans @yourbcky @fleamontpotter

@hiddenpolkadots @cupcakeblake​ @lunarlychallenged�� and @stevxrcgers tagged me to do the current loves tag!

one song: never be alone by shawn mendes (also no promises by shawn mendes, also the entirety of his music because let me TELL you that boy is a blessing)

two movies: the king’s speech will always be the #1 in my heart and also love actually because yes

three tv shows: shadowhunters, abc’s castle and how to get away with murder. probably. it changes every day you see

four people: shawn mendes (WOW no one was expecting that kudos to me), emma watson, matt daddario and michelle obama

five foods: garlic bread, my mum’s pasta, avocado toast, breaded chicken and ice cream

@stevxrcgers also tagged me to answer these questions - thank you!

Relationship Status: “devouring tons of fanfics bc at least i wont be disappointed by men that way” (copying ur answer because honestly it’s on point)

Lipstick or Chapstick: lipstick is prettier and i love it more than my own soul but i’ve gone through three whole tubes of lip balm in the last 6 months and so ?? where does that leave us

Last Song I Listened to: ‘that’s my girl’ by fifth harmony

Last Movie I Watched:  i honestly have 0 clue

Top 3 shows: castle, shadowhunters, how to get away with murder. i have sold my souls to these shows

Top 3 Characters: hermione granger, james potter, my own ass because honestly. i’m a Character

Top 3 Ships: jily, myself/mental stability, michaela pratt/happiness

@dancingjily​ tagged me to get personal so here we go

What’s your name? Adriana, Ria for short

How old are you? 16. 17 in less than 3 months

What’s your current job? I’m still a student but also a human mess-copyright pending

What are you talented at? school lmao. no, but in all seriously, i’m v hard working and a tiny ball of rage with a heart of gold. i’m also talented at winged eyeliner which is A+

What is a big goal you are working toward (or have already achieved)? mental health. i want to view it as a first priority, and last year I feel like I’ve started doing that, which is nice. I also really want to work on myself and on growing up and maturing. so I guess I’m working on me, and tbh that’s one heck of a goal

What’s your aesthetic? handwritten letters, chokers and leather, christmas socks and fairy lights, large mugs of coffee or tea, blankets and scarves, red and gold, sunsets and dark hair

Do you collect anything? letters, tickets, and apparently, earphones

What’s a topic you always talk about? harry potter, feminism and dogs

What’s a pet peeve of yours? i’m a grammar nazi. trying to change that though *peace sign emoji*

Good advice to give? “When you wake up, your whole world's flipped. It's just different and you gotta, you know, you gotta, you gotta go with it and that's just simply growing up. And not see it in a negative way, you have to see it as it's been given to you, I mean, as much as times can be crazy, you're gonna feel like that's where you're supposed to be. You're not gonna feel out of place anymore, you're gonna feel like that's where you are meant to be. You don't have to pretend that it's easy all the time, you just let it go and, and grow with it. And you can't hold on to the old you, or the old this, or the old that, because you know you change. And it's not changing in a bad way, it's just changing, because that's what happens in life; You grow up, everyone moves on, you're just learning, you stay true to yourself. Changing isn't a bad thing, it never was. But at the end of the day, you know, you're the same person, and, and where your heart is, that doesn't change." - S.M.

What are the songs you’d recommend? boy, we are going to be here for a while. okay SO anything by shawn mendes (i have said this before and i will say it again), jon bellion’s entire works, ‘wild things’ by alessia cara, ed sheeran as a person and as an angel, FLUME, ‘naive’ by the kooks etc. i could talk about this all day