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themultifandomgal · 1 year

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Matt- Dating Him

"Here she is" Herrmann shout smiling at me as I make my way into the firehouse

"Hi Herrmann"

"What are you doing here?" Matt asks walking over to me

"Well I don't start my shift till this evening so I thought I'd give you guys a break and cook for you"

"Yes!" Herrmann shouts fist bumping the air making me chuckle. Matt walks over to me and kisses my lips

"You don't have to you know?"

"I know, but you guys have quickly become my family. So no arguments" I walk passed Matt and head into the kitchen area opening up the cupboards to see what I have to work with

"The best food is at the top" Kelly says

"Thanks" I reply climbing up the counter top

"What are you doing YN? You'll fall and hurt yourself"

"How do you think I reach my top cupboards?" I laugh at Matts overprotectiveness

"Leave her be. If she falls then she's got the best paramedics and ambo in Chicago" Gabby says

"Thank you Gabby. Now, I think I can make us all a Mac and cheese, I can add some spice into it if you'd like or some bacon?"

"Bacon!" Cruze shouts making me laugh just as the house alarm goes off

"Duty calls" Matt says as I get down off the counters

"Be safe. I'll have food done for when you get back" I kiss Matts lips and they leave.

While they're gone I make their food, but of course by the time they get back the food is cold

"Hey I've got to head off to Med, but food will be ok to reheat" I everyone

"Thank you YN. Kelly says giving me a hug"

"Not a problem"

"Come on I'll drop you off" Matt places an arm around my shoulder and leads me out. We get into his car, his hand on my knee"

"I feel stupid that you keep driving me to work"

"Don't feel stupid. You've got anxiety about driving. When your ready I'll help you. Sit in the car with you while you drive around

"You'd do that?"

"Of course I would. Your my girlfriend" his hand gives my knee a little squeeze

"So I might be looking at a new car on the weekend"

"Really?" He glances at mw before his eyes go back on the road

"Yeah"

"You want me to come with you?"

"Please"

"Text me what time you want to leave on what day"

"I will. Thank you"

The weekend rolls around and Matt drives me to look at the new car

"What do you think?" I ask for Matts perspective as we look at a white Mini

"It's nice what about you? What do you think?"

"I like it, I'm just scared about getting in it"

"You don't have to do this yet YN"

"Matt if I don't do this now then I'm never going to do it. I can't rely on you all the time" I turn to look at my boyfriend

"Tell you what. I'll give it a test drive with you, if you like it then you get it, put me on the insurance. Then when it's ready to be picked up I'll have Severide bring me here I'll drive it to yours. Then we can go ride around"

"You'd do that?"

"Of course I would because I love you" that's the first time he's said those words to me

"You love me?" I ask shocked

"Yes. I do"

"I love you too" I lean up and kiss his lips

"So what do we think?" The salesman asks walking over to Matt and I. I look at Matt for some reassurance. He gives me a nod

"I'll take it"

"Fantastic. Let's go and get all of the paperwork in order"

At the end of the day Matt drives me home

"Do you want to come in?" I ask "may as well stay the night. I have some of your clothes here that are clean so you can change into those tomorrow and I'll wash what your wearing tonight"

"You know, we may as well move in together. We are already spending every night with each other. Also we've both said I love you so we're practically married now" Matt jokes exiting the car

"Would you actually want to move in together?"

"Wouldn't have said anything if I didn't want to"

"Well maybe that's something we can talk about over the next couple of days. Decide if your moving in with me or if I'm moving in with you"

"Why not tonight"

"Because I have other things planned for tonight" I drag Matt into my house and up the stairs towards the bedroom.

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shawnpetermuffins · 5 years

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Too Close to You

' @luke-skywalkin : so I’m currently obsessed with jealous needy shawn sooo can u write one🥺'

Warnings: swearing, slight angst, mentions of smut

A/n: I got a little carried away with this, I think. But I kinda like it. I've also never written a full jealous!shawn so I hope this is okay.

Summary: Shawn thinks his friends like you a little too much and he's not handling it well.

Requested: yes.

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I love to hang out with Shawn and his friends. Ever since Shawn introduced me to them, I'd felt like part of the group. We all have inside jokes with each other, and when Shawn is out on tour and I can't be there with him, the guys always invite me to go out with them. Of course I agree, because let's face it, they need a wing-woman, because they have a difficult time getting girls for themselves.

So, yes, we're close. Which is why it doesn't bother me when Jon pulls me into his lap while we're at Brian's, all of us just drinking and having a good time. Just like it doesn't bother me that he's tickling my sides or playing with my hair. In fact, I lean into him because it feels nice, and with two cups of whatever strong, alcoholic concoction Matt had cooked up, it's not like I was in any position to sit straight for long periods of time.

Shawn's standing in the doorway, staring at me, and in my sober state, I would be able to tell that he's standing way too straight and that his jaw is clenched in that way it does when he's angry. But tipsy me does nothing about it, only takes the cup from Jon's hand and sips it.

“God, I need to get laid,” Brian exclaimed, plopping down next to us and pulling my feet into his lap.

“That's not all life is about, you know. Why don't you look for something real. Someone smart, and funny, and beautiful,” Shawn said, sitting on the coffee table in front of us. He's nursing the bottle of water in his hands - deciding that if I'm drinking tonight, he wouldn't be.

“Easy for you to say when you literally just described your girlfriend,” Matt said from the arm rest next to my head. “You seriously got the hottest, smartest, funniest woman on earth. What's even the point in the rest of us looking?”

My cheeks flush red and I let out a soft “Awwwe! Matty, that was so sweet!” I take a hold of his arm and he looks down at me. “C’mere.”

He leans down and I press the softest, quickest kiss to his lips before pulling away. Neither of us think anything of it. Shawn does, that's apparent in the way he crosses his arms over his chest, and sharply inhales through his nose.

“Okay, I need another drink. Let me up guys,” I pat Jon's chest and Brian swings my legs to the ground for me. I steady myself, both Matt and Shawn holding their arms out for me to grab. I stumble lightly into kitchen to fill up my cup. I'm in there a couple minutes, listening to the music that's now muffled - still loud, of course. But muffled, nonetheless.

I'm about to go back to sit with Jon when a tug on my arm pulls me in the opposite direction. Shawn's head rests against my stomach and my hand very instinctively goes to his hair. He hums, his hands resting on the pockets of my super skinny jeans. I swat at his hands when he kneads the covered flesh.

“Shawn, we're in public.”

“We're in Brian's living room. That's hardly considered public.” He's looking up at me, his curls flopping over his forehead, lashes brushing just under his eyebrows and I'm swooning.

But the moment ends much too soon when Brian pulls me back in, this time squished between him and Jon. “Smile!” Matt says, hiding behind Brian's Polaroid.

I close my eyes - knowing just how drunk I'd look if I kept them open - and smile wide, baring my teeth. I feel two sets of lips on me before the flash goes off and when I open my eyes, I see Shawn standing, his ears red, breathing heavy.

I push myself off the couch, best I can and brush my hand against his arm. “Are you okay?”

“Let's get out of here,” He pinches the bridge of his nose.”

“Shawn.”

“Y/n. I'm tired and I want to go. Please,” he says through gritted teeth. The boys aren't paying any attention to us.

I sigh, “Okay.”

The goodbyes are quick, Shawn's hand never leaving my back pocket. I didn't even hug the guys before he was rushing me to the car, faster and little more forcefully than usual. His breathing still hasn't calmed, even after a few blocks.

“Bubs, what's wrong?” I ask when we're nearer to the condo.

“We really need to limit the time we spend with the guys.”

“What? Why?”

He scoffs and looks at me, only for a second before turning back to the road. “They're all over you, for fucks sake.”

“They are not!”

“And you're not doing anything to stop them! You're encouraging it, even!”

“Are you serious right now?” I hiccup, the only clear sign that I've drank a little too much tonight.

“Am I serious?” he's fuming, turning onto our street. “Yes, I'm fucking serious! What was that kiss with Matt? You initiated it!”

“It was less than a second! It didn't mean anything.”

“Well it did to me!” He sets the car in park and is out before I can even say anything back.

I get out of his jeep, rushing after him, “Shawn!”

“Those are my friends, y/n!” He says, opening the door to the condo. “My best friends!” He continues when the door closes behind me. “And they're over here talking about how hot you are and how they wish they had someone like you. And you let them. You let them say those things and you let them touch you and kiss you and it fucking hurts! You're my girlfriend! Mine! And it really doesn't help that you wear those tight jeans, and low cut shirts because you're leaving very little to the imagination. They shouldn't get to see that.”

“You’re getting jealous over nothing. They don't get to have me, Shawn! You do!”

“Then why don't you act like it?! I'm never here, y/n! I'm never fucking here. But they are!” He gestures like they're in the next room. “They get to see you every day. Hold you when a guy gets too close, even though they're too close.”

“Bub-”

“How would you like it if I did that with my girl friends? Kissed Camila when she said something sweet? Let Alessia hug up on me while we're in the green room?”

I cross my arms over my chest, hating the fact that he thinks that would upset me. "I think your fans would have a bigger problem with it than I would."

He rolls his eyes, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"That I don't have millions of fans watching my every move. You so much as look at another girl and there's twenty articles up that you're cheating on me. That we broke up. That our relationship was a sham. Your fans would believe it and quite possibly murder you before I even open Instagram to see how you've broken the internet this time."

He sighs.

"I don't get jealous, Shawn. You know that. And you've reassured me every time you leave that you love me and only me and I believe you. So I need you to believe me when I tell you that there's nothing going on with me or any of the guys. We're comfortable with each other. They protect me when you're not here. They're not trying to get with me when we go out to the bar; they stay near me and make sure no one else tries making a move. They do it because they know you would hate yourself if something happened while you were gone. There's no reason for you to ever thing that I would leave you, and for one of your best friends, no less! So whatever jealousy you're harboring right now needs to go. Because I'm tired and this fight is fucking stupid and I'm going to bed." I push past him and into our shared bedroom.

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Dressed in my pajamas, I lay on my side, eyes closed, but not sleeping. I hear Shawn sigh as he walks in the room, my back is towards him when I feel the bed dip on his side. I think he's going to reach for me after he's situated under the covers, but he doesn't and my heart breaks a little.

Sleep doesn't come easy, or at all, actually. I'm staring at the alarm clock that Shawn insisted on putting across the room so that we'd have no choice but to get up when it went off, and it reads 2:07. We've been in bed like this for three hours. And I know he's not asleep because he's not doing that little snore that he does when he sleeps on his back.

At 2:28, when my eyes are just now becoming too heavy to keep open, he shifts onto his side and his arm sprawls across my waist. "Baby," he whispers into my shoulder, placing a gentle kiss on the covered skin. It takes everything in my not to melt into him right then and there. "I know you're not asleep."

I sigh and shift until I'm facing him. "What?"

"I'm sorry," he says, his thumb rubbing against my jaw. "I'm an idiot."

"Yeah, kinda." I agree.

He chuckles and I know we're okay. "I know I don't have to be jealous. But hearing Matt say what I already know, it did something to me. Because you are the hottest," he kisses my forehead, "smartest," my nose, "funniest," my lips, "Girlfriend in the world. And if he's noticed, then other guys have too and the thought of another guy wanting you drives me crazy."

"But I don't want them," I try and reason.

"I know. I know you don't. But do you see where I'm coming from? They're here. They're stable... I can't lose you, baby."

"Hey," I reach out to touch his face. "We are stable. Bub, I am not going anywhere."

His arms wrap around me with ease and just like that I'm straddling his naked torso, my hands resting his chest and then tangling his necklace between my fingers. "I'm right here. I'm in your hands. You have me."

He nods, his index fingers running over my sides from beneath my shirt. I hum and lean down, kissing his lips, never wanting to pull away. And this went on for what felt like forever, until my back once again hit the plush of our mattress. "I need you," he groans, lips trailing down my neck.

"I'm here," I reassure him, threading my fingers through his hair, clearly not understanding the meaning of his words.

"I need you," he says again, this time pressing his hips against mine. It clicks for me then and I nod.

"Okay baby." I mutter breathlessly because his tongue on the shell of my ear has me weak at the knees.

He takes his time with me. Kissing every inch of my body, clothed and unclothed. His touch is so soft and gentle that if I wasn't watching him, I'd have thought it wasn't real. And then he finally pushes himself into me, staying steady for a second, allowing me to get used to his size. Looking dwn at us, just out of curiosity, I notice that you can't even tell where I end and he begins. We're one. I'm whole as he thrusts into me slowly.

His thrusts are deep and even and measured. I couldn't even tell him how much I needed him; he left me speechless. He murmurs 'I love you' all over my body, and I wish you could tattoo sounds into your skin because I want to hear that forever. It's overwhelming how much we both need each other in this vulnerable moment. Him worried that I would someday leave him and me trying like hell to get him to believe I won't.

We're rarely ever this careful with each other. It's as if he's scared that going faster, harder will push me to the edge - And not the edge that he wants to bring me so desperately to. He's treating me like I'm fragile, like we're fragile. We're not, and I kiss him a little deeper to prove that we're not. Shawn's panting in my ear with another slow, deep thrust into me and my fingers claw at his back with a strangled moan eliciting my lips. This isnt just sex. We're making love. This is raw and passionate, and everything that making love should be.

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A/n: this is not how I originally planned on ending this, but I actually think I like it better. There is an alternate ending if you guys want that later on though. 😉

I hope you enjoyed! Like, reblog, and leave feedback!! 💙

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coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe · 3 years

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Superheroes with Secrets: Dear Dad, I'm Home (Fic part 24) (Set in 2001)

Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places.

Tags: @piratewithvigor please inform me if you wish to be tagged/untagged from posts

‘Giantess’ Kirby Roussimoff x Shane ‘Hurricane’ Helms (Circa 2001)

Reference Posts: Shane ‘Hurricane’ Helms

Kirby ‘The Blacklight Bandit’ Roussimoff

Notes: The story is set in 2001, which would make Helms 27 and Kirby 31. This story also blends Kayfabe and Reality. Certain people speak in different colours, Mainly: Helms is Green. Kirby is Orange. Kane is Red. Undertaker is Purple. Big Show is Blue.

Other members of the BSK are also in purple.

Other women are in Pink.

Kirby nods slowly. Helms goes for the water in the car at a run and brings back two bottles. Kirby nearly chugs the first one in less than a minute.

"We've got to get you drinking more... don't make yourself sick on this, okay?"

"I fucking hate water." Kirby murmurs.

Helms chuckles a little. "Think we've got some juice too."

"Any chance of a kiss to make me feel better?" Kirby questions.

He kisses her deeply. "I'll never stop wanting to kiss you."

"You're lips are so sweet, ya know?"

Helms' cheeks get a little pink. "So are yours. They're all soft and perfect."

"Really?" Kirby cocks an eyebrow.

"Yeah. Like gummy bears."

Kirby blushes a deep red, hiding her face in her hands.

"You're so damn beautiful. I don't know how you don't see it like I do..."

"I don't see it because every time I look in a mirror I'm reminded of every insult that's ever been said to me about my looks." Kirby admits.

"Each and every one of them was a lie. You're breath-taking."

"You're looking at me through the lens of a man who is planning to marry me. Not everyone sees me like you do."

"Not everyone can be as lucky as me." Helms shrugs.

Kirby smirks, "I think I'm as lucky as you, for you sir, are a snack and a half." Kirby murmurs.

"Don't think I'm quite that tasty." He laughs, trying to hide his blush.

"I know I'm not supposed to say things like this in public, but even your cum is sweet." Kirby teases.

He goes far more red. "Now that can't be true..."

"Seriously, mon ange, it's like sweet, white chocolate syrup." Kirby murmurs.

"Think you might be thinking of your own juices."

Kirby laughs, "hell nah, I've only ever tasted yours, so how could I be talking about mine?"

"That's a very fair point." He chuckles. "But at the same time, I've never tasted mine."

Kirby stands up, pulling Helms into a heated kiss, slipping her tongue into his mouth and holding his body against her own. He's just as passionate kissing her back. His only concern is his beautiful bride-to-be in his arms.

Kirby pulls away, putting her head on his shoulder and breathing heavily, trying desperately to catch her breath, "Helms, once again, you've made me, breathless."

"Just you wait until you see what I had Matt pick up for me."

"You are so lucky that I have some patience." Kirby whispers.

"Well I can't exactly bust it out on the road. You'd get us into a wreck." He laughs.

"I don't know what you mean." Kirby states, her tone as sarcastic as she can be.

"I mean if I got it out, you'd freak out enough to either not watch the road, or distract whoever's supposed to be watching the road."

"Helms, you can't say that and then not give me at least a hint." Kirby murmurs, kissing his neck.

"Sure I can. Watch me." He smirks.

Kirby kisses Helms' neck, nipping at his flesh, letting out small moans as she nips at him.

"I may be a green goofball, but when it comes to revenge and pranks, I've got the tenacity of a Hart brother." He whispers, feeling his resolve start to slip as Kirby kisses along his neck. Kirby kisses up his jawline, nipping at his flesh until she reaches his ear, moaning directly against the skin next to his ear.

Helms whimpers quietly as he goes through the torture. "You won't break me. I've gone through a lot more than hearing the most beautiful sounds on the planet."

Kirby weaves her right hand into his hair and lifts his shirt slightly to snake her left hand over his flesh, kissing his temple and moaning against his skin as she does so.

"Please..." he whispers, begging for mercy softly.

"Tell me, or I'll unbutton your neon khakis and make you ruin your underwear." Kirby teases.

"Bring it on. I'm willing to sit in a cum stain for the rest of the trip for the sake of surprising you."

Kirby pulls away, "you win this round, mainly because I don't want to risk the general public seeing me jack you off."

Helms can't help but smirk proudly. "You won't regret making this choice."

From a distance away the group hear blaring sirens, "what the hell is going on?" Kirby questions, Lita drags the Hardy's back to the car.

"Who's next to drive?"

"I think you're next, L, but why are there-" Kirby gets cut off by a fleet of police cars rushing past.

"That... that can't be good..." Helms murmurs.

Kirby wraps her hands around his waist, from the way she's holding him, he can tell she's worried.

"Let’s uh, let's plan to drive straight through, but if things are bad, we may need to make plans to stop off for the night."

"There's a motel here, why don't we stop here." Kirby whispers against his neck, her voice wavering.

"Well, if there's something bad happening nearby, I'd like to get out as soon as possible if we can..."

"Okay, okay. I'm okay. Everything's going to be okay." Kirby whispers, mostly to herself.

"That's right. Everything's gonna be okay. Three hours and you'll be home."

Kirby breathes deeply, "let's let Lita drive for a while. Do you want to sit in the back with the Hardy's or in the passenger's seat, babe?"

"I'll let you have the front so you can stretch out better."

Kirby pulls away, breathing deeply before climbing into the passenger's seat as Lita sits in the driver's seat.

"Are you alright, K?"

"I'm okay, for now, L."

Helms is squished in between the Hardys, able to reach Kirby's hand if he ever feels she needs his touch. The group gets back to the ranch house and Kirby lets them in the main gate so Lita can park in front of the house. Kirby opens the front door and practically runs upstairs to her old bedroom. The others unpack the car as quickly as possible, eager to get some rest. Kirby makes sure that what used to be André's room looks alright for Jeff to crash in before going back to her bedroom, taking in the poster of André on the wall.

"Hi dad, I'm home." She whispers to herself.

Once Helms has the car cleaned out, he follows her up to her room, pausing at the door when he hears her whispering.

"I know it's been a while since we talked, but dad, I met someone who makes me the happiest I've been since I was a kid, back when I was still your little princess." Kirby whispers.

Helms holds his breath. He doesn't want to eavesdrop, but he also doesn't want to interrupt.

"Dad, I know if you were here right now, you would have welcomed him in like he was family and," Kirby's voice hitches slightly, on the verge of tears, "dad, I miss you, a lot."

Helms can't hold back anymore. He knocks on the door gently, hoping to be able to give his girl some solace.

"Come in" Kirby sighs, wiping away tears.

Helms pushes the door open and steps in quietly, sitting beside her on the bed as he pulls her into a hug, not saying a word.

"I wish I could've been there for you... eased the pain somehow... given you the kid you wanted..."

"He, André was my dad, sure we weren't biologically related, but he raised me, he's part of why I'm the person I am." Kirby murmurs.

"Blood means nothing at the heart of it. You choose your family and sometimes they choose you. He was your dad. So mourning him as a parent is understandable."

"He bought this place to get away from the world, he said it was 'a piece of heaven on earth' and when he died I had to come back because the place was going to be sold off, that's actually how I found out he died, because a month later I had to fly back from Hawaii to be here and make my inheritance known. Dad didn't call me the night he died, he always called me and for a month straight I thought he had just forgotten or couldn't get through to me."

"Im so sorry, sweetheart..." he whispers. "I can't imagine losing a loved one like that."

Kirby takes a deep breath in, "Anyway, this is home, I'm sorry if you hear me talking to myself when I'm here, I just hope that somehow, dad can hear me."

"I know he can. Wherever he is, he's proud of you."

"Have I ever told you that André bought himself and me both ATVs?"

"Think I knew he had one. Didn't know you did too."

Kirby stands up, "there's a lot of land, goes down to the lake, which technically we ... I own. Having an ATV becomes necessary with that much land."

"Guess it would. You'll have to show me around cause if that lake is what I think it is, I may have an idea."

"Shane Helms, do not push people in the lake. I like the lake, it's where the frogs live and you will not disturb my frogs." Kirby states as she walks out of the room.

"Ain't pushing anyone in the lake. I was thinking it would be a pretty place to take wedding photos." He calls after her.

Kirby walks downstairs, heading out onto the back patio and then down to the gravel path, memories flooding back. Helms follows her to the patio, but lets her have her space from there. She needs this sacred moment alone.

"I don't know if you can hear me, but if it's alright with you dad," Kirby sits on the grass next to the path, "It would be amazing to have my wedding here, it would make my life perfect. Dad, if you can hear me, your little girl is a big girl now."

A small gust of wind blows her way. A little maple leaf blows across Kirby's path. No one else would think anything of it, but it's a sign. A blessing. A wishing of good fortune and many happy years.

"I love you too, dad." Kirby whispers, slowly getting up again, wiping tears away.

Helms approaches her slowly when she stands and envelops her in a tight hug from behind.

"Hi, Hero, I'm okay baby. I'm alright." Kirby whispers, unsure whether he needs to hear those words more than her.

"He loves you so much. I can feel it in every plank of this place. Every nail in the wall."

"He's still here in spirit, it feels like he never left. Helms, am I crazy or can I hear you crying?" Kirby asks, gently.

"Can't hear nothing." He mumbles against the fabric of her shirt, trembling a little bit.

Kirby slowly manages to turn around in his arms, picking him up into a tight hug, kissing him gently. He kisses her back and his cheeks are indeed wet and eyes a little red.

Kirby wipes his tears away with her left hand, caressing his cheeks as she does so, "it's okay my darling, it's okay."

"I knew you loved him... I thought it was like how I loved my parents... it's so much more..."

"I didn't get a lot of time with my biological parents, André found ways to make up for lost time. He strived to make sure I grew up as well as possible. He taught me probably everything I know about most things." Kirby murmurs, wiping away tears of her own.

"He should be here to walk you down the aisle..."

"I know, but unfortunately he can't be" Kirby whispers as she places Helms' feet on the ground.

"I know... I wish I could bring him back for you... but all I can do is give you a new family."

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