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mother-harrington · 2 years

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Want to make her jealous?

Summary: Being invited to a party by Steve Harrington, she didn't realize he was a little hung up on his ex. She has an idea to make her jealous, though, and they end up in the bedroom.

Warning: SMUT, almost right away. Oral (f receiving). Unprotected sex (be careful peeps). A little bit of praise? Squirting. Age of consent is 15 where I live so I guess that's the limit? But I won't stop anyone from reading, do what you want.

A/N: I didn't really proofread this and it's almost midnight here + my first language isn't English so be nice to me.

Being new in town, Y/N was nervous and excited at the same time as she arrived at the party. Earlier that day, she had met a really cute boy at her new job and he had invited her there to ‘get to know her better’, as he had put it, his brown eyes practically sparkling as he flirted with her.

The party was gradually growing loud with people chattering and laughing all around, though, which made it hard to hold a conversation. Just as Y/N took a sip of the drink Steve had gotten her, she noticed him staring off towards two people at the other end of the room.

“Hey?” Y/N said, snapping him back to reality.

“Huh?” Steve said sheepishly, looking back at her. “I’m sorry, what?”

“What’s wrong? What were you looking at?”

“Um…” Steve’s eyes widened and he cleared his throat, “No, nothing.”

Y/N couldn’t help but follow his gaze, still on the two people that were now holding each other and kissing rather passionately.

“Someone special?” Y/N asked, raising her eyebrows and watching Steve’s expression change when she seemed to read him to a tee.

“Y-yeah,” Steve admitted, realizing he couldn’t keep his face straight. “My ex, but it’s… I’m completely over her, it’s fine.”

Y/N chewed her lip thoughtfully before taking a small sip of her drink, building up the courage to make a bold move.

“Let’s make her jealous, then,” She said, but before Steve could respond she had pulled him in by his collar and was kissing him hard. He felt his body reacting immediately, his hands grasping at her hips, and when they broke apart he had to catch his breath.

“Wow…” Steve panted, running a hand through his hair, “That… Look, you can say no of course but… Do you want to go somewhere… Private?”

Y/N nodded before taking his hand and dragging him towards the stairs leading upstairs, Steve eagerly following suit. They were lucky, finding an empty bedroom and locking the door behind them. Y/N pulled him with her towards the bed and let him fall on top of her, going back to kiss him while her fingers dug into his beautiful locks.

Steve couldn’t help but moan into her mouth as they kissed. Was this really happening? Was he finally having some luck with a girl? And a beautiful girl, at that? He sure wasn’t going to spend time worrying about it, not when she was this eager with him.

They kissed for a while and Y/N could easily feel Steve’s excitement on her thigh as his hand slipped under the sundress she’d worn for the party.

“Is… Is it ok if I…?” Steve said breathlessly, his hand tugging at the fabric of her panties. Y/N nodded in response, turning to place kisses on his neck and lifting her hips slightly to help him take them off.

Steve discarded the panties on the floor and hiked the sundress up to give him better access, while his fingers gently traced along her slit. He was thrilled to find that she was already wet for him, oddly proud of the fact actually. Slowly, he started rubbing circles on her clit with his thumb before he dipped his index finger inside, emitting a soft moan from Y/N’s lips while she arched her back.

“Fuck, Steve…” She whispered, her hands grasping to reach whatever part of him she could grab onto, the sensation only growing stronger when Steve’s other finger joined the first one and he started building a steady pace.

“Feel good?” Steve smirked, the sight of her pleasure almost enough to drive him crazy. He decided he could do even better and he settled his head between her legs and teasingly kissed her inner thigh before his mouth replaced his thumb on her clit.

This made Y/N react even worse, both hands grabbing Steve’s hair for dear life, “JESUS!” She exclaimed, her hips reacting by thrusting against his face.

The feeling of his talented fingers inside of her and his tongue on her clit was almost enough to make her explode, and when he curled his fingers just right she couldn’t handle it any longer. Steve could feel her clenching around his fingers and her juices completely soaking his hand.

“Holy shit,” Steve couldn’t help but smile. He had heard about girls squirting before, but he had always thought it was a myth or just something people made up. But it was very real, and he was lucky enough to experience it. “Please do that again.”

Y/N panted, her grip of his hair letting up slightly as she tried to compose herself after the orgasm had flooded through her. She sat up slightly, dazed eyes watching as Steve went in to kiss her. She reached for his belt buckle, opening it and doing her best to get his pants off.

“I… I want to… Pay you back…” She mumbled between their kisses and her hand found the very hard bulge in his underwear almost too distracting.

Steve groaned, just the sensation of her hand on the outside of his boxers almost too much to handle. He was already way too turned on.

“... I won’t last if you do,” He sighed, closing his eyes when she finally shoved her hand down the front of his underwear and started to touch him. Y/N pouted a little, but accepted his reasoning.

Instead, she moved to take off his shirt and let him pull her dress over her head before she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. Steve couldn’t take his eyes off her now bare chest, her nipples definitely woken up by both the arousal and the cold air in the room.

He went back to kissing her, his one hand going around her neck and the other cupping one breast and his thumb gently tracing the nipple. She was so gorgeous, he was amazed she wanted him of all people, but he wasn’t complaining. Not at all.

“Steve…” Y/N groaned, “I want you…” She tugged at his boxers again, pulling them down this time and releasing him from his confinement. She quickly wrapped her hand around his dick, coaxing a big moan from Steve and his head fell back when she started jerking him off. It felt so good, almost better than he remembered.

After a minute or so, he put his hand on hers, stopping her, “P-please…” He groaned, “I’ll cum… I d-don’t want to… I want to feel you.”

Y/N let go of him and laid back on the bed, spreading her legs for him, “Then by all means…” She teased and Steve was fast to get on top of her. They kissed a few more times.

“You ready?” Steve asked, always wanting to make sure he didn’t do anything she didn’t want him to do. Y/N bit her lip and nodded, wrapping her legs around him and pulling him into her. Steve got even harder at this, if possible, and adjusted himself before slowly pushing inside her.

Finally being able to feel her felt like heaven and he took his time to let her adjust to him inside of her before he started thrusting. But when he did, it was desperate, almost sloppy. He felt pleasure almost immediately and it didn’t take long for him to feel that incredible clenching he knew meant that she was enjoying it too.

“Fucking hell,” Steve moaned into her neck, “You feel so fucking good, Y/N, you’re taking me so well…”

Y/N started moving her hips with him, her body reacting with a burning fire in her stomach at his praise. That turned her on to no end, and she could feel her second orgasm pulsing through her as he hit the exact right spot inside of her. She’d had sex before, sure, but it had never felt this good and she had never been with someone who could make her cum this much in so little time. He sure was magic.

“Mmm, Steve…” She sighed, looking down at him pushing in and out of her, sweat forming on his forehead and making his hair slick to his face. “That’s… Oh my god…”

Steve lifted her legs slightly, being able to push even deeper inside of her and sending her over the edge yet another time, wetness soaking his abdomen when he hit her g-spot. Y/N could barely move at this point, happily letting Steve do the work as she drifted off into what she could only imagine was heaven. Her hands gripped at his biceps and she kissed him sloppily.

“Soooo good…” She said, panting hard and feeling nothing but pleasure. If she died now, she would die very happy.

Steve could barely take it anymore and when her legs started to shake around him, he lost it. He pulled all the way out of her and slammed back inside, sending them both into a burning finish. He hovered over her as he tried to catch his breath, both of them completely wiped out from what they had just done.

There was no doubt about it, it was the best sex either of them had ever had. And they would definitely be doing it again.

#steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x female reader

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saebyeoked · 3 years

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For aib, dating karube hcs? Your arisu and chishiya ones are amazingggg :)

absolutely i was waiting for someone to request this :") sorry this is shorter than the other ones! i don't want to repeat anything, i try to make these dating hcs as different from the others as possible

gn!reader

dating karube daikichi headcanons

karube is head over heels for you the first time he sees you. you'd probably walk into the bar where he works and he'd get all weak at the knees

he'll ask you for your number after an hour or so of conversation and you'll go on a proper date sometime after that. you liked him right off the bat, he was so nice and incredibly sweet so you were happy he was interested in you

when he asks you out it's on your third date. he didn't want to ask too fast because he didn't want to rush anything even though he knew you were the one for him

when you say yes to being his s/o he is bouncing with excitement. he hadn't been that happy in a long time and you saying yes brings him so much joy. he's thrilled to spend more of his time with you as your boyfriend

at first, he's more hesitant to do anything in your relationship. the last thing he wants is to make you uncomfortable so he'll wait for you to make the first move most of the time unless you tell him it's okay

as time goes on he becomes more accustomed to your boundaries and limits on things like physical affection and he starts initiating it more often

he loves physical touch. he has to hold himself back from touching you in public and even then it's hard for him to keep his hands to himself. it's never inappropriate by any means, but he always had a hand on your waist or an arm around your shoulders

your touch really comforts him and grounds him. he'll tell you that sometimes because to him, knowing that you know he loves you isn't embarrassed for him. he wants you to know you make him comfortable so he tells you verbally

he's big on pda. if you don't like it he won't do it with you but if you enjoy it, he'll be all over you in public. not that he isn't in private but he will smother you in love around other people as well. he finds it soothing

he'll give you piggyback rides sometimes if you enjoy them. it makes his heart race whenever he hears you laugh so he won't mind at all

karube is the king of bear hugs. he'll wrap you up in his arms and twirl you around while he kisses all over your face. he usually does this as a greeting and it always make your face heat up

he loves to cuddle with you. he's a taller guy so he makes it feel like he's keeping you safe whenever he holds you in his arms the way he does

he'll like being the little spoon sometimes because he— like everyone else— needs to feel protected too. he feels so safe with you

at night when you're trying to sleep (emphasis on trying) he will be up just admiring you. sometimes you'll sleep on your sides facing each other and would have staring contests. it just gives him an excuse to look at you so he doesn't care

he has a massive heart and it has so much room for love. every day, without fail, he greets you with a smile and a kiss on the forehead. he knows just how to make you happy

he keeps track of the things you like so he can buy them at the store for you whenever he has extra money. if you mention a tv show you like and he sees merch for it he will buy it for you without fail. he pays attention but he doesn't make it obvious

he doesn't have a way with words at all and he's horrible at talking about his feelings with you so it always comes out in a jumbled mess. he just gets embarrassed whenever you notice something might be wrong with him

he's so sappy. he's great at flirting unlike confrontation and will always make you flustered with anything he says

he'll compliment you all the time and all of it is so corny and you don't doubt that he heard it from a movie and just repeated it to you but your heart still speeds up every time

since you're dating karube you become close friends with arisu and chota, which he really likes. the two of them are his best friends and seeing his s/o get along with them and mess around with them makes him so happy

he'll get teased about his relationship with you but he doesn't care at all. they'll try to embarrass him but he just shrugs and wraps an arm around your shoulder. you'd probably get flustered at whatever they say but karube wouldn't bat an eye

he likes the classic dates. star-gazing, picnics, movies, those sorts of things. he'll always pay for you if you go anywhere

he treats you like royalty. you get special treatment from him compared to anyone else and it just proves his sappiness. whenever you're sick with a cold or something he'll bring you breakfast in bed because he insists on you not getting up

his love languages are physical touch and acts of service. as i mentioned before his hands never leave you unless you have somewhere to go or he has to go to work

as for acts of service, he will do anything for you. he'll water your plants, refill your pets food bowl if he notices it's empty, cook you meals. he thinks he's being subtle about it but he really isn't

he seems like the type of person to write you cute little letters and sign them with 'xoxo daikichi' or something

he definitely gets jealous easily. he knows you're not going to cheat on him but he thinks a lot about how you deserve better. his insecurities will get the best of him and he'll always pull you away from people who flirt with you

when you get transported to the borderlands he's a lot more protective of you than normal, especially in games. his worst fear is your death and he hates even thinking about the possibility

with the chance of death around every corner he vows to spend as much time with you as possible. he doesn't know how long he has last so he wants to make it last

he worries more about you than he worries about himself and you beat him up over it. he knows you're competent and capable but he can't help but feel protective of you

he loves and cares for you so much and would be such an incredible boyfriend. he's an amazing person and so kind, he would treat you so well

please love this man with all you have. he deserves it

#alice in borderland #alice in borderland x you #alice in borderland x y/n #alice in borderland x reader #alice in borderland fanfiction #alice in borderland fanfic #alice in borderland headcanons #alice in borderland imagines #alice in borderland imagine #aib x reader #aib x you #aib x y/n #daikichi karube x reader #karube daikichi x reader #daikichi karube #karube daikichi #karube x reader

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iwrit3 · 2 years

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Quiche;&

Jeff x Reader

Summary: You think Jeff is in love w Lizzy, Jeff thinks you hate him, and Heather thinks you're gonna screw.

{a/n}; hi!👋🏽 this is my first posted piece of work, still needs some work done but i’ve decided to let it go for now. this is a work i just think of as s.o.l. but slightly fluffy? and i really wanted to post something b4 i dozed off. hope you enjoy it! *debbie ryan ear tuck*

WARNINGS: voluntary drug use, but if anything slipped my mind feel free to let me know. Yet, if any of this^ above TRIGGERS you please do not read this or read at your own risk. And please DO NOT REPOST nor ALTER my work, but reblogging to share is fine.

please enjoy.

You shoved your head further into your lone pillow as 'Died in Your Arms' by Cutting Crew plays on the overhead. While a classic, it yanks you out of your deep sleep, something you don't appreciate.

"Wakey, wakey everyone! Let's have a great-productive day, yeah?", Steve exclaims through the mic. Groaning you turn, facing the door to stretch before you decide to get up to start your day. Being mindful of your surgically inserted vial pack at the base of your spine, that Mark restocks on occasion, although it hasn’t caused you any problems so far.

Sliding your feet to the floor you hear others thudding past the door to your private room. Getting up you grab a change of clothes and go through your daily routine, which just consisted of a shower and taming your mane.

You've decided to hit the kitchen before you lounge in the commons, shutting the door you begin gliding through the halls passing your fellow inmates, and walking into the kitchen. "Hey, Angel~", Lizzy practically sings to you, finishing up the tray in front of her while dancing to her walkman. Jeff just nods your way whilst leaning against the island.

"Hey lovebirds~", you reply waving your hand slightly grabbing an hors d'oeuvre off of her tray. She gives you a look and for a moment you're not sure it's because of you taking the food before it's actually being served or calling them lovebirds.

Until she grabs the tray so you can't nab anymore and jokes, "We are not lovebirds. I mean how could we when we haven’t even named our fifth child yet? Hm?", with Jeff laughing out an accusatory, "Yeah!" You smile at the two walking back toward the arch of the kitchen shaking your head, off to the commons.

Picking back up into the book you were reading you suddenly are pulled into the thought of Jeff and Lizzy changing things around here, a good change of course, how they would be a nice couple.

You always assumed Rogan and Heather would end up being the starting couple of the compound, or the very very slim chance of him acknowledging Sarah because of her assuring him of her interest in him by openly flirting with him when she gets the chance.

Observing more so than 'taking action' you almost always noticed when you saw one- other than when we are needed for the trials Steve and Mark were running- there was also the other. A little jealous, you envied their relationship even though you could've cut yourself some slack because you were only admitted recently.

Yet you could argue that you've fit in well, with Heather inviting you to pick through her limited wardrobe or the 'girl talk' you engage in- really being about how Sarah sometimes shoots her nasty looks when she thinks Rogan isn't paying attention. Or when you help Lizzy out with the meals of the day, and Steve passes the halls to greet everyone but always seems to stop and get into in-depth convos with you. And gaining the moniker: Angel, amongst your ’crew’.

You jump out of your thoughts when feedback shoots from the overhead, Steve called, "Hey, uhh, can I have our Angel and my friend Jeff join us in our examination room, please?" Putting the book you ended up skimming back onto the end table, you stand moving your clothes back into place glancing across the room you lock eyes with tw-three? three people surprisingly.

First, Heather, she's smirking whilst giving you a thumbs up with the hand furthest from you as if to hide it. Next Sarah, giving you the look she primarily reserves for the former. And then an unreadable look from Rogan, furrowing your brow towards them he just turns back to his book, and you just shrug and maneuver your way out and towards the examination room.

Cracking open the formerly air-sealed door, you slide into the dark room spotting the cushioned yellow seats, and took the one furthest from the entrance, force of habit to keep an eye on your exits as per your previous 'experiences'. You make yourself comfortable before Abnes-Steve begins the trial for however long it may take, while you guess they are preparing in their observation bay in front of you.

After a few moments, your right ear perks to the sound of the door releasing its pressure and giving way to the new silhouette entering the room. Eyes adjusting to the room again after the brief exposure to the light in the halls, the figure you realize is Jeff sitting across from you also getting settled in his seat and waving his right hand in greeting, "Hey." "Hi.", you reply tucking back into yourself, eyes sweeping the room from being idle. Jeff suddenly shifts in his seat after seemingly lost in thought, looking into your eyes he opens his mouth to speak, "Uhm, hey Angel, do you want t-" but the sunroof begins pouring light into the room and he stops himself, looking toward the elevated room adjacent to you.

Turning back to your left, you notice the now-lit observation room with Mark and Steve sitting in a similar manner as Jeff and you. Moving toward the console and pressing a button speaking into the mic in front of him, Steve welcomes you with, "Thanks for coming in you two, how have you been feeling lately?" You pick up the left corner of your mouth before replying, "Just peachy. And you?" refraining from using either of his names because you'd always get conflicted when wanting to be casual yet respectful. Jeff grins at your response stating, "Great-good, things are going good."

Steve reclines in his seat pleased with your answers. "That's great! I mean awesome! So, uhm, Jeff! What are your thoughts on Angel here?" Slightly throwing his head back in shock he asks, "Ang-On Angel?" "Yes, Angel.", Steve affirms. "Right, uhm. They’re… I’m not sure how to describe them really. Just a nice, cool person I guess.”, Jeff gets out.

“Okay, uhm permission to administer B-15? Just to help you guys out a bit. Drip on?”, Steve echoes in the room. “Acknowledge.”, Admits Jeff. “Acknowledge.”, You voice, interested in Jeff’s take on you. From his desk Steve swipes a dial on his phone, activating the Verbaluce vial in your body packs also known as the drug B-15. “Alright Jeff, Angel. Please continue.”, he tells you both as he sits upright to focus on your responses. Jeff shifts on his sofa before saying, “Angel is a helpful, charismatic, admirable person.” “Jeff”, You start as he turns his attention to you. “..Is a nice, caring, and understanding guy.” After a moment of surprisingly not awkward eye contact, you two are met with silence. Facing the oversized bay window, you stare wondering what’s taking them.

A few more moments pass and Jeff clears his throat into the still of the room. With an inhale he calls out, “Hey uhm…” You break your stare, ”Yeah?” answering him. He sighs deeply, “Let’s talk later.” Tensing you pause before speaking, “Okay.”

What could it be about? Does he need help with something? Maybe advice with Liz? Or to get something off his chest? Hm… Why are they taking so lo- “Alright, thanks you guys, that’ll be all.” “That’s it?”, you question to yourself as you hear a sigh of relief to your right.

Jeff pats the arm of the chair before standing, then turns to the door and hastily makes it out of the room. Standing to do pretty much the same, you give a quick wave and are on your way. You start to the commons to actually finish your book this time, but Jeff wanting to talk and not being sure what it’s about is already racking your mind so you b-line to the dorms.

Picking up the pace you almost crash into what you presumed to be another attendee of the establishment, but the close-fitting grey slacks lead you to think otherwise. Meeting blue hues and already fixing an apology on your tongue you’re cut short with a raised hand. “I’m sorr-“ “Don’t bother, you were obviously in a rush and I stopped you my apologies. Don’t worry, I won’t hold you this time.”, Steve grins at you, expressing his sympathies. “Uhm, what was that about?”, you ask. “You mean…”, he drags off placing his hands on his waist, unsure of the question. “Oh, the trial I mean.”, explaining to him you notice someone standing just behind him, Jeff. He throws his head to the side as to tell you to follow him in a secluded section in the hall, leaning on the wall behind him. Eyes flickering back to the man in front of you to catch what he was telling you, “ .. yeah, just a quick routine trial for B-15.” “Oh okay, well I’m gonna go now.” Holding up both hands he sends you off, “By all means.”

Walking around him you slip in the small benched area and sit across from Jeff. Waiting for either the two of you to banish the quiet, you twiddle your thumbs and his eyes jump from the floor to your shoes.

Abruptly sitting upright he face’s you and works his way to the topic of conversation, “Usually I don’t even bother with things like this.” You shift, giving him attention to the best of your ability. “I don’t ever really need to because I normally don’t care but uh.. Do you not like me? Or something?” Unwillingly your face scrunches up in disbelief, mind running a mile a minute as you say, “Why would you think that?” He tilts back until his head hits the wall behind him. “Well, I just thought that whenever you, Liz, and I are around each other you see your way out.”, he admits shrugging.

Your arms cross so fast and the change in your facial expression almost gives him whiplash when you tell him, “That’s because I want to give you lovebirds some space. I know how much you like each other.” “Oh yeah? What about that time I went to ask Heather and at the same time you just so happened to really want her to try the quiche you made?” Recalling when you had to stand with her over a trash can, offering her water often as she tried to clear her throat of the quiche you almost choked her with. Averting your line of sight from him you feel your face start to heat up while you reply, “It was good quiche okay? Nothing wrong with sharing. Besides who wouldn’t like you?”

Just as he arches his brow about to retaliate you stop him laughing, “Besides Rogan.” Taking his turn to twist his face up, he bursts out in laughter gesturing to himself and where you entered the space, “You really think me and Lizzy? Sure..”

Taking a pause before continuing, “Angel I don’t like Liz, not in the way you’re thinking of anyway. I like you.” “Oh… Really?” “Definitely.”, he shuffles closer to you. “So are we doing this?”, and you to him. “Yeah, we are.” You both lean into each other, lips just brushing against one another.

Hearing multiple sets of feet and a bunch of ‘Wow!’s and ’Whoa!’s, your head whips to face Heather, Rogan, Lizzy, Sarah, and Dave? Eating a drumstick? Of course, he’s eating it’s Dave we’re talking about. “So this is where you’ve been hiding.”

You chuckle and glance at Jeff only to catch him looking back at you in the same position, and quickly turn back to the group. Smiling, Jeff does the same. “So... what’s everybody doing here? Not that I mind your presence.”, you quickly add. Dave only waves you off with his chicken and a shrug of understanding. Heather places her hands on her hips and with a roll of her eyes tells you, “Well nosey here couldn’t believe Liz when she came and told us that he was gonna ask you out, and Sarah just invited herself.”

Nodding in belief, Jeff points his question toward the only unspoken person here, “And Dave?” Lizzy shifts her weight from one hip to the other before explaining, “I told him I’d let him pick what we’re having for lunch for next week if he could sniff you out.” Sarah and Rogan chuckle over the bribe Dave brought himself in.

Dave stops mid-bite and tells Liz off, “Hey! You said lunch AND dinner!” “Yeah, yeah..” Just before they bicker, Heather and Sarah start getting into it. Sharing a look you and Jeff are already squeezing past them, saluting -not that they were paying attention anyways- and you two are whispering and sneaking your way into the kitchen to steal whatever Liz made for dinner.

#spiderhead #spiderhead x reader #spiderhead jeff x reader #jeff x reader #x reader #reader #moviefic #fiction #fanfiction #quiche #iwrit3

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oddsnendsfanfics · 3 years

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Unraveling in the Sheets

Genre: Fan Fiction

Pairing: Henry Cavill/OFC

Warnings: Language, Sexual Content, NSFW

Rating: M

Length: Short Story

Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.

A/N: Spoiler Alert, there is smut. Be warned. It's there.

Also, I am no longer doing tags on posts. Since my list exceeds the tag limit. Please feel free to join the chat in place of the tag list.

Henry Cavill Master List

“How did you do it though?” Gliding the car into a free parking space, Henry glanced at Nell in the passenger's seat.

“How did I do what?” Eyeing him curiously, she tried to hide her gloating smile. She could be a terrible winner, even if she wasn't the winner, she had came ahead of Henry.

“You know what I mean, Nelly.”

He looked so silly, his new mustache curling when he laughed or smiled. Nell had to admit, if any man could wear the 'stache Henry did it well.

“Oh, you mean how did I suddenly leave your ass behind and finish nearly 50 positions ahead?” She laughed, crinkling her nose. “I told you, I've been working hard for this. Besides, you're too big. You move slower than I do. It's that simple. Maybe next year, you will finish ahead of me.”

“You're impossible.” Unbuckling his seat belt, Henry hurried to get out of the car and around to the other side, before Nell could open her own door. Nearly there, he frowned when she opened the door, stepping out of the Aston Martin. “You were supposed to let me open that.”

“I am supposed to do a lot of things that I do not.” Nell grabbed her hand bag. “I'll let you open the door, next time. You big dork.”

Henry was always the gentleman, even when Nell would rather rip his eyes out than speak to him in a civil manner. Not that she ever felt the former much, but on the rare occasion. Sometimes that's how things went for ex-lovers. The mid May air was growing cool, leaving a few goosebumps on Nell's exposed arms. She had expected to be back before now, which is why she'd left her sweater in the hotel.

“Well, happy late birthday. It was nice having dinner with your family. I've missed them.”

“They've missed you, too. I could tell that dad was happy you came along. He hasn't talked that much during a dinner since the last time you came over.” Henry smiled fondly. "I'm glad that you came, Nelly." Hands in his pockets, Henry sauntered along beside Nell. Approaching the main entrance, he held the door allowing her to enter.

When he'd invited her for the weekend, he wasn't confident that she would come. Wrapped up in work, Nell didn't take too much time away from Dublin these days.

"It was a nice break from work." Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, Nell bit her bottom lip. "I know that you are busy, but do you have a few minutes to talk?"

"I always have time to talk with you." Scanning the hotel lobby, Henry tried to find a spot for them to sit and chat privately. "Should we have a seat at the bar?"

"We could, but I would really like to change. Do you mind coming up with me? We can just talk in the room. It's probably more comfortable anyway."

"Is this about the wild boy?"

"Isn't it always?"

Laughing, Henry pushed the call button for the elevator. Their son was truly something else. One day he would surely take over the world; Henry could see that coming from the day he was born. To say Ivan was Henry's pride and joy would be a massive understatement. He lived for their son. This weekend having Ivan, and Nell, in Jersey had been fantastic. A short glimpse of what life could have been. The ding of the elevator brought Henry back from his brief fantasy.

He and Nell had split up several years ago, there wasn't much chance she would feel the same as he did. Lost in the thoughts of happy little family. Allowing Nell to step onto the elevator first, Henry stood silently with his hands clasped in front of him.

“So, Ivan has been doing well in school?” He may as well get this under way.

“Define doing well,” Nell snickered. “I get a call nearly every day from his teacher. The woman is impossible, but knowing our son, he isn't making it easy for her.”

“I was like that in school. Right up until the day I left.” Henry shrugged. The elevator gently bumping to a stop, he stepped forward to hold the door for Nell.

Muttering a thank you, Nell dug for her key card, leading the way down the hall. She loved this hotel, it was the only one she stayed in, if she could help it, while visiting the Island. A great view of the water on one side, the other dazzling with a fantastic look out into the city. The first time she'd ever been to Jersey, she had stayed in the hotel and fell in love with the charm. There were days when that felt like a life time ago.

Opening the door, Nell paused to allow Henry in. “Have a seat. Anywhere you'd like. Sorry it's kind of a mess. I'm going to change.”

The hotel room was anything but a mess, minus the few sketch books that Nell had dropped on the bed. Always working. Henry took a seat on the edge of the king sized bed, casually glancing at the colour coded notes and designs that Nell had in one of the open sketch books. Costumes. A few notes detailed leather armor and Viking era clothing. She'd done well for herself, since he'd met her. The same shy costume apprentice hiding out on set of The Tudors, was now helping drive forward the details of Vikings.

In the bathroom, Nell pulled off her dress. The fabric had became clingy after a while and she needed to be more relaxed. Running shorts and a tshirt would do the trick. Sighing at her reflection, she bit her bottom lip glancing down at her top. The worn coral Nike tshirt was her favourite, it was showing the love and wear in a few spots. Perhaps she should have picked something less frumpy? She was a busy, single mom she didn't have to look the part. Ah fuck, who cared. Henry certainly wouldn't.

He was here to discuss their son, not flirt with her until she gave in to that smile. Or got lost in his eyes, those gorgeous blue eyes – the left with the flecks of brown. His charm alone was enough to make anyone weak in the knees. Damn it, she needed to get over it. He had moved on. She needed to do the same.

Blowing out a breath, Nell reached for the door, pausing when she heard Henry talking. His tone told her that he was speaking to Ivan. Quietly slipping out of the bathroom, she smiled.

“Hold on, just a sec.” He pushed the screen of his phone, allowing the speaker to connect. “Alright, wild boy. Say goodnight to your mum.”

“Mum, momma, mum.” Ivan's voice filled the room. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Ivan. Are you being a good boy?”

“Uh huh. I love you. Good night.”

“Good night, wild boy. I love you.”

“Night dad.”

“Good night, I love you. I'm going to be back soon, you go to bed and I will see you first thing in the morning.”

“Okay. Oh, dad, can Kal sleep in my room tonight?” Ivan was fond of the large black and white American Akita. Henry laughed.

“Of course he can. You and Kal go to bed, now.”

“Okay, bye.” A little too quickly, Ivan hung up the phone. Henry laughed at the eagerness, he would talk to his mother when he got back to the house. Making sure that Ivan and his dog had gone to bed as they were told, with no fuss.

"Can you believe he is growing this fast? My god where has that time gone?" Henry rubbed his hands against his face. His mustache and subtle stubble scratching his palms.

"Time is a cruel mistress." Rubbing her hands on her shorts, Nell stood. "Drink? I have a bottle of Johnnie Walker."

"Of course you do." Smirking, Henry shifted on the side of the bed. “I had a look at some of these designs, by the way. They're magnificent. My god, Nell, you are so talented.”

“You're saying that to be nice,”

Shaking his head, Henry accepted the glass, resting it on his knee. “No, I am saying it because its true. You are one of the most talented costumers that I had ever met. Are you enjoying the job?”

“I love it.” Nell smiled, leaning against the large wooden desk in the corner. “The work is great, the people are amazing, and Ivan is really enjoying it. I'm glad we went.”

“Good, that's good. He talks about it, a lot. He really seems to love being there. I'm glad. Once things settle, I am going to try and come visit. I kind of miss it, Dublin.”

“You should.” She smiled fighting the urge to scoff and roll her eyes. Henry was always busy. He'd make it to Dublin, when Hell froze over. “So, how is work coming on this new character.”

“I can't say much, but I can say that I will be happy when I can shave.” He rubbed the mustache expertly. “It's not as bad as some of the beards that I've had to grow, but it's not my favourite look.”

“You look good with a beard. I know you hate them, but you do.”

Leaning forward to set his glass on the bedside table, Henry licked the whiskey off of his lips. “I'm glad to have that compliment.”

“Sure.” Nell nodded, tipping her glass to finish the drink. “Another?”

“Uh, I'm good.” Henry motioned to his glass. Rubbing his hands across his jeans, he furrowed his brow. “I've been thinking, since I am fairly busy the next few months, what if I keep Ivan for a few extra days? Once you leave, I will take him back to London with me, until I have to go.”

Shifting on the bed, her face warm from the second glass of whiskey, Nell sniffled and cleared her throat. “What about school?”

“What about it? He isn't going to miss much, is he? They're nearly finished up and I don't know how long it will be, until I see him. Possibly not until Christmas.”

All he wanted was to spend a little time with his son, was that so hard? His next move would have to be calculated, Nell had been known to stat arguments over less. If Henry wanted to avoid a shouting match, he would have to go about this carefully. Reaching for his glass, he downed the remaining contents in one large gulp. Sighing.

“I want to hang out with him a little. It wouldn't be more than three days extra. Then you get some time alone, as well. Nell, I know that you need a bit of a break. You work so hard and take care of Ivan, please.”

“If you want to, then I suppose I can't really say no. What kind of mother would I be, if I didn't let you see him?”

“Don't say things like that, please.” Henry reached out, his hand taking hers. Gently stroking the back of her hand with his thumb. “You are a wonderful mum. You know that.”

“Sometimes, I feel like I could do better. I really do.” Nell shrugged, allowing Henry to continue holding her hand.

“All parents feel that way, I am sure. I know that I feel like that, all the time. I guess it's natural, always wanting to do better, to be better, for our children.”

There he went again. There were times when Nell could not stand to be near him, other times she wanted to be as close as possible. Damn it. Watching him talk about Ivan and the few extras days they would be together, Henry's eyes lit up. His smile broad and the enthusiasm in his voice was one that dictated proud father. Nell nodded, only because she felt it was appropriate to the conversation.

Henry continued to chatter about how he wanted to take Ivan to a new exhibit at the Natural History Museum, in London. Leave it to the father and son, finding a day at the museum to be high on the list of fun. Nell sighed, continuing to half listen, half gaze at Henry in awe. One thing she loved – well love could be a strong word – adored? Enjoyed? About Henry was how much he loved Ivan.

Mid sentence about some Sir David Attenborough documentary that he'd watched with Ivan; Nell couldn't help it any longer. Leaning in, without warning, she grabbed Henry's face turning it to her and kissing him. Lips connecting, she stopped and jumped back as if hit by an electric shock.

Clearing his throat, Henry rubbed the back of his neck, but not pulling back. “I didn't know that the National Geographic was that exciting.”

“I'm sorry.” Hiding her face in her hands, Nell shook her head. Oh that had been a mistake. She had absolutely no right. None. Henry was crazy, if he didn't get up right now and walk out. If he was angry, then she deserved that.

Blushing, Nell shook her head. “Henry, I shouldn't have.”

“I'm certainly not going to complain.” He shrugged, leaning in his arm sliding around her shoulder. Nell glanced up, getting the nerves to look at him. Oh she had fucked up. “Next time, I would like some warning though.”

“Warning? Next time?”

“Hmm, yes. Kind of like this, close your eyes.” Henry instructed pulling her closer and kissing her. Nell sighed her body melting against him. She loved the way his lips felt on hers. Soft, with a slight force.

Straddling his waist, her arms wrapped around his neck, Nell's fingers laced together. Her lips leaving his, tracing along his jaw, nearing the sweet spot below his ear. A slight nip and he was an unraveling mess. Henry nuzzled his face into her hair, she smelled amazing. Comforting and warm. A groan erupted from deep in his throat, as predicted she had gone straight for that spot.

“Nell, Nell,” Henry cleared his throat, holding her at arm's length, “Janelle, stop.” Looking for any sort of sign that she truly felt that this wasn't a good idea, he sucked in a breath. “Are you sure about this? Because if we continue, I won't stop until...”

“I am.” She nodded firmly, “I don't want you to stop. I don't want to stop. Oh god, Henry. Please.”

“I need to know that you truly, absolutely want to do this.”

“If you don't stop talking and bend me over, I am going to kick you out and do this myself. Please, stop talking. If I didn't want this, I wouldn't have started it.”

A deep rumbling laugh followed, Henry rolled his eyes. God, she was something else. Who was he to deny a gorgeous woman what she wanted? Would this come back to haunt him? Probably. Did he care? Not much. Come morning they would once again go their separate ways, but that didn't matter right now. Right now, he could pretend that he had everything he wanted. And what he wanted was her.

Pulling her to him, Henry kissed her hard. Nell moaned, the force of the kiss was nearly dizzying. Arms around his neck, she rubbed her body against his, trying to grasp the friction that was created when she started to grind herself against his thighs.

“Henry,”

“Hold on, you need patience.” He brushed a bit of hair out of her face, “all in good time.”

Nell squealed when he stood, her legs desperately scrambling to hold onto him. In a futile attempt she huffed, when he let her go, standing in front of him pouting. Unbuttoning his shirt, Henry smirked giving her a heated stare. “Well, are you going to get on the bed or make me do all the work? Shorts off.”

Sliding the mesh shorts down her ass and along her legs, Nell made a bit of a show letting them pool at her feet. Stepping out, as slowly as possible, while lifting the old tshirt from her body. Allowing it to go where it would, as she dropped it. Sitting back on the bed, she could feel her heart in her throat and her stomach where her heart should be.

“Lie back.” Henry instructed, kneeling at the edge of the bed. Arms around her thighs, guiding her to him, he studied her for a moment. She was trembling as his fingers slid across her thighs, positioning her in just the right way.

“Oh god, Hen-Henry.” Nell's mouth was suddenly dry and her voice hoarse. His hot breath between her legs was tormenting her, in unimaginable ways. In anticipation she bucked her hips forward, trying to clench her thighs. Holding her knees with his shoulders, Henry chuckled.

“Eager.”

“Please.”

“You are...” He lingered, kissing the inside of her leg. “Gorgeous. Look at you.” He brushed his thumb against her. Nell whimpered trying to push further. “Hold on, hold on.”

“Why are you teasing me?”

“Because I want to enjoy the view, for a moment.” He shrugged, her legs lifting gently. A hand on her lower abdomen, as if holding her in place, he used the other to gently tease and trace along her calf. Without warning, his lips attached to the most sensitive part of her body with his mustache adding an extra sensation, Nell bucked her hips hard, shoving his face further between her thighs.

Nell's head was swimming, it had been a while since she'd felt this good from such an act. Sure, she'd had the odd date here and there, semi-serious relationships, but nobody could do this the way Henry could. He was a fucking magician, she was certain of it. Humming against her mound, Henry couldn't hide the laughter in his eyes, when she began to squirm and wiggle against his face. She was desperate and he was going to prolong this as much as he could.

Sucking her clit, his tongue generously lapping at her, he thoroughly enjoyed the show. Pushing his head as far down as she could, Nell was nearly in tears each time he leaned in, his mustache tickling in just the right way. Oh god, she gasped trying hard to find release. Henry was cunning, backing off at the right moments.

“Henry,” She whined, threading her fingers through his hair. “Don't tease me, I really need you to finish.”

“Stop being so impatient.” He was teasingly stern. Pushing her hands away, he locked his fingers with hers, holding them at her side. Lifting his head, he smirked, kissing up her body ending with another dizzying kiss. Nell sucked on his tongue, freeing her hands from his, she tugged him closer, pulling at fistfuls of hair.

Cleaning herself from his tongue and lips, she sighed. “I'm going to need more than that.”

“You're sure?” Henry paused, holding his weight on his forearms, resting above her. His jeans still on, he could feel the strain against the denim.

“Jeans, off.” She demanded, sitting up to watch. Shivering against the slight chill, her breasts on display giving him the perfect view of her erect nipples. Nell blushed under his gaze. She was not the tight, toned, and perky body she once was. She wasn't out of shape, by any means, but compared to Henry...

“You are gorgeous.” Henry complimented, his jeans on the floor, boxers being pushed down to join them. Stepping out of his pants, he stood at the side of the bed, in all his glory.

Nell licked her lips, reaching out to take him in her hand. Hissing under her touch, Henry involuntarily bucked his hips forward into her hand. Rubbing the head, Nell intently watched Henry while she leaned in taking him fully in her mouth.

“Fuck, Nelly.”

“Hmm,” She hummed, sliding her head back along his length. Hand wrapped around him, stroking in place of her mouth. Bobbing her head back down, she swirled her tongue around the base. He nearly choked her the first time she'd ever gone down on him. Oh how long ago that felt.

Dragging her tongue against his length, she felt her core tighten, with each moan Henry gave. His slight salty taste mixed with the aftertaste of the Johnnie Walker, Nell inhaled deeply through her nose, hollowing her cheeks around him. Gripping the back of her head, Henry tried to not force her too hard, as he began to guide her movement.

Happy to go along with what he needed to feel good, Nell allowed him control over her guidance. Her finger nails grazing the back of his thighs, she mentally checked the small victory when he threw his hips forward at the sensation of her wrapped around him and her nails on his skin.

“Good girl,” Henry mumbled, his head lulling back, his chest rising rapidly. “Keep it up, just like that. Oh shit,”

Nell's chest swelled a little, she could still make him feel good, even after all of this time apart. That was not something she would take lightly, even if this shouldn't be happening. Oh fuck, who cared? They were two consenting adults. Henry's legs quivered, his hands unsteady stroking the back of her head.

“Nell,”

“Hmm?” She glanced up at him. His face soft and his jaw slack, she could feel him tightening. The perfect time to stop her actions. “Not yet,” She smirked, wiping her hand across her chin, drool gone. “Fair is fair.”

“Jesus,” Henry grumbled. He had been so fucking close, the knot in the pit of his stomach clenched Slowing his breathing, he took a moment to think of anything else. Laundry? Running? How much longer until he had to renew his passport?

“Henry?”

“Yeah?” He snapped his head to look at Nell.

“Are we going to stand here all night, or...” She shrugged, a devious smirk on her face. Laying back on the bed, she curled her finger beckoning him to her.

“You're still sure about this?” Henry asked. His eyes on her, waiting to see if she had any hint of doubt or hesitation.

“I don't have a condom, but I'm clean. It's not like I'm getting pregnant, so....” If she were to get pregnant, there was going to be on hell of a hefty lawsuit against that surgeon.

“You're sure? I know that I'm...but I don't have.”

“if you don't want to, then I understand.”

“I do, though, but...”

Nell shook her head. “No buts. If you want me, then I'm yours.”

“Fuck, you're making this hard.”

Giggling, Nell glance down. “I think we're beyond things being hard.”

His body betraying him, Henry cleared his throat, she certainly had a point. Fuck it. What did they have to lose? Unless this, some how, came back to bite them. No, no he had to stop that. Give in, enjoy what was happening. It had been too long since he'd been able to watch her in such bliss. Bliss that he was responsible for.

“You're sure?”

Nell nodded siting up, opening her arms, “Come here.”

On the edge of the bed, Henry sighed, his large frame leaning into her. Nell held him for a moment, stroking his hair, the feel of his warmth against her sent shivers through her spine. Pushing him back on the bed, she bit her bottom lip, waiting for the go ahead. Henry gave her a slight nod, adjusting himself on the bed to get comfortable. Straddling his hips, Nell lifted herself to slowly take him.

Sheathing him inch by inch, Nell groaned at the fullness. This was her favourite part, taking him to the end, feeling him stretch her. Rocking her hips forward, she countered the motion sliding them back in the same tantalizing pace. Henry held her hips, pushing his up to meet her. Nell squeaked and giggled. She loved the way he hit all the right spots.

“You can touch me, don't be shy.” Nell winked, lifting her arms and crossing them above her head, allowing him a full view of her breasts. “Go on.” She encouraged.

His large hands cupping her breasts, Henry softly rolled her hardening nipples between his fingers, giving on a slight flick when she moved herself up on his length. Close to letting him slide out, she moved back down, her ass grinding against him.

The way her body moved against his was mesmerizing. Massaging her supple skin, from her breasts down her sides, one hand settling on her ass and the other on her hip. Henry loved the shape, even if she had changed a little since having Ivan. God she was stunning.

Hastening her pace, Nell rocked back and forth, up and down. Henry closed his eyes feeling every bit of movement, each clench. Taking in the sounds of her breathing, mixed with his, her small moans not going unnoticed.

“Henry,” She whispered, biting her bottom lip, leaning forward to touch her lips against his. “Please,”

Without having to be asked twice, he moved swiftly, turning them over to pin her beneath him. Nell sighed and stretched her arms over her head, the pull of her muscles caused another shiver. Her head now against the pillow, she reached, tracing the lines of his face with her fingertip.

“I don't know that I can be as slow as you were.” Henry nipped her finger. Holding back on his desire to pound her into the bed.

“Then don't.” Nell batted her eye lashes at him.

Somehow that was all he needed, that tiny bit of permission. Picking up the pace, Henry grunted. Nell moaned drawing her knees upward, allowing him an even better vantage to this position. As if the pent up emotions from the last few years, hours, minutes had been released the couple were lost in the sensation of skin on skin. The feeling of sparks and electricity coursing through them. Connecting them.

“Fuck, Janelle.” Henry hissed, his arm locked into position on either side of her head, keeping him from tumbling on top of her.

“Henry,” She squealed splaying her hands against his chest, tugging at the soft hairs. “Oh god. Please, don't stop. My god, oh fuck.”

“You are fucking amazing. Fuck, look at you.” Kissing her roughly, he sighed, steadying his pace. His hips slapping hers, Nell shook slightly her soft sobs of pleasure were enough to send him to an end.

Shaking with pleasure, Nell gasped trying to bring herself down from the high. Henry moaned, his head back and chest heaving. It had been a while since he had felt that good. Nell laid with her legs hooked around his thighs, no desire to move. Collapsing with his head on her chest, Henry allowed his body to rest. Sweaty and sticky, they laid tangled together. Neither one wanting to break the feeling.

Dosing in and out, Nell was the first to move. Her body growing heavy with Henry still on top of her. She needed to move, before seizing up. Pushing his head to the side, she giggled and kissed the tip of her nose when he lazily looked up.

“I need to pee,”

“Hmph.” Henry nodded, slowly rolling over. Allowing her to escape. Laying flat on the bed, while she scurried off to the bathroom, Henry pushed himself up off of the bed. He should be getting back to his parents, back to Ivan.

All thoughts of moving were squashed, when Nell came back, climbing in beside him. Her clothes still on the floor. Her body was comforting against his. “Hi,” she whispered, sliding in under his arm.

“Nell?” Henry laid with his arm around her shoulder.

“Huh?” Nell grunted, her face buried in his chest.

“I should head back.”

“If you want to. You can stay, I don't mind.” Nell yawned. Her eyes closing.

“Okay, but only for a little while.” Henry agreed, closing his eyes. In a few minutes, he would get up, shower, and head back.

With a start, Henry woke, a loud banging noise rattling him. Looking around the dark room, he squinted to find the source of the noise. Hearing someone whispering at a distance, Henry laid in bed, listening. Against him, Nell stirred, but didn't wake. Someone in the hall was talking, no doubt they had been the source of the banging. He had fell asleep, Nell wrapped against him.

Looking at his watch, Henry frowned. 4am. If he left right now, he could be back before anybody woke. If he left now, he risked Kal barking and waking the house. If he waited, he would risk walking in and having to explain himself to one or more person. Of course he could tell them that he'd ran into some old friends, had some drinks and stayed on a sofa somewhere. Too drunk to drive.

Shifting in bed, Nell sighed, her arm around his waist she snuggled in closer. She was content, who was Henry to try and disturb her sleep? He would wait an hour or two, before he made his departure. So what if he waltzed in, being faced by one of his brothers, or even his mother. He was an adult, if he wanted to stay out all night enjoying the company of a fantastic woman, then he would do just that.

Kissing the top of Nell's head, Henry smiled, sinking down further into the covers, closing his eyes.

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Superheroes with Secrets: Blacklights and Neon (Fic part 1) (Set in 2001)

Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places.

Tags: @piratewithvigor please inform me if you wish to be tagged/untagged from posts. Also, massive thanks to Arin for their help in making this, they have been going back and forth with me for a while now basically developing this.

'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.

Kirby had been saddled with the Giantess Roussimoff gimmick ever since André passed when she was twenty-three. André had raised her since she was eight, he adopted her after her biological parents died. She had wrestled in Japan when she was sixteen, until she was twenty-two, being trained by Giant Baba, a close family friend. Ever since Big Show joined the company, the two giants had acted like siblings, often pulling pranks on each other, then it went too far.

Show had pushed her into a seemingly empty locker room and locked the door, right as 'The Hurricane' Shane Helms had laced up his boots.

It had taken about three run-ups to bust the door down, the entire time Helms watched in awe of the taller woman.

Kirby had been too busy arguing with her 'brother' to notice Kane walk up to Helms.

"Are my super senses failing me, or are you in love with the Giantess?"

"No..." Helms squeaks.

"Are you going through puberty again, superhero?" the taller man jokes.

"I had such a great time, figured I should give it another go."

"I'm gonna tell her..." Kane teases.

Helms' skin went almost bone white.

Kane laughs at him before squeaking out the words, "you're paler than I am".

"Just haven't been in the sun lately. Where's the time to tan in this business?"

The Undertaker halts in his path upon seeing his 'little brother' struggling to stand upright due to his laughter, now suspicious, the 'Deadman' strides over.

"What's going on here?"

"Helms is in love with the Giantess" Kane manages to say between bursts of laughter.

"What?!" 'Taker blurts out, slightly too loud.

Helms punches Kane's arm hard, but he doesn't deny it as his cheeks get pink.

"Boy, she could squash you, you do realise that?"

"Of course I realise that! That's why I can't say anything!"

Kane stops laughing long enough to say "you green idiot."

"If I tell her and she hates me, she'll squash me. So no one can say anything!"

"Kane?" Taker asks his 'brother' for his attention.

"Yes?"

"Do you remember the last guy she flirted with?"

"Uhh, wasn't it Road Dogg?"

"Yep, and she did it as a joke, so how're your chances looking now, boy?"

"Hopefully not half bad."

"Our advice," Kane says, regaining his composure and standing up, "Don't talk to Show about it "

"I'm in love; I don't have a death wish"

"You sure?" Kane asks, glancing at Helms.

"Not on purpose." Helms admits.

"Boy, if you don't get your ass over there and talk to her, I will kick your ass over there."

"Okay, okay, I'm going."

Kirby's still busy arguing with Show over how annoying his last prank was.

"Really, you had to throw me in a room and lock the door, right before I had a match."

"I thought you'd find it funny!"

The seemingly intense argument terrifies Helms a little and he starts wondering if it's a good idea.

"Never lock me in a room again!"

"Okay, okay, I gotta go, I've got to pack our stuff in the rental."

"Alright," Kirby's focus changes to Helms, "What do you want, Green Lantern?"

"Can I talk to you in private? Hopefully in a room that isn't locked?"

"Sure, short stack, I've got about five minutes to spare."

The time limit set his hands a-tremble. "I, uh, I was told if I don't nut up and ask you this, I'm gonna get my ass kicked into next week, so I'm just gonna come right out and say it. Would you like to go to dinner with me sometime?"

"Uh..." Kirby's cheeks turn a light pink, she's never been asked out so bluntly, "I mean, sure, but when, and where?"

"After the show tonight? Nothing formal, just wherever we can find that's open."

"I, uhm, I'm not sure if Show will let me leave him by himself, we both go a bit stir crazy on the road, you know what I mean?" Kirby's thinking to herself 'why did you say that, idiot woman, you should have said yes'.

"Then sneak out with me after he falls asleep. Think my room in the hotel is on the same floor as yours."

"I've never done that before, but okay" Kirby puts her hand up to cover her mouth as she smiles a little.

"Meet me at the elevator once he falls asleep tonight." He smiles, trying his best and absolutely failing to look suave.

"Sure" Kirby at this point is screaming internally.

"Good luck in your match." He starts to walk away, biting his tongue to keep his cool.

Kirby walks out to the ring, her intro music (The Hogan's Heroes Theme) blaring around the arena as she makes her entrance.

Helms watches her the whole time, smiling dopily.

It's a Kirby vs Lita match and Kirby wins in 2 minutes.

She comes back through the curtain and he's waiting there with a towel for her "You did so fantastic out there."

"Thanks, I gotta get changed though, can't stand walking around covered in sweat, you know"

"I know. One of the worst feelings."

Kirby looks around, making sure the McMahon's aren't nearby, "I fucking hate the ring gear they gave me, Stephanie promised they wouldn't put me in spandex, and look at these." Kirby tugs at the midsection of her spandex bodysuit.

"Sometimes if you bring up your own ideas to them, they lay off. Or do like Mick Foley and show up in sweats and sneakers."

"If I copy Foley, I'll end up looking like Taker, everything in my wardrobe is either black or orange."

"Plenty of wrestlers just wear black. Usually just as trunks, but still. Andre wore all black."

"There it is again, Vince's golden idea for me, I know everything about André and he never wanted me to be the next him, he trained me to be a high flyer, not another slow, plodding giant. Vince McMahon however, takes one look at me after my dad dies and decides I'm the next André."

"Then be all orange. Call yourself 'Orange Whip', like the drink. Don't think anyone's done all orange yet."

"You think that's funny, don't you. I lose any chance of a normal life by being a giant and people try and make it funny." Kirby lets out a heavy sigh, trying to keep composed and storms back to the locker rooms.

Helms sighs quietly and tries to choose between following her or giving her space until their date, if she even wants to still go out on it.

Kirby stops halfway down the hall, right before walking into her and Show's locker room, stumbling slightly as she walks into the room.

Show's in there, and he immediately has his suspicions, "What's wrong?"

"I don't wanna talk about it "

"Something's off with you"

Kirby glares at him, repeating the words, "I don't want to talk."

He gets up and prepares to maybe need to take her down. "Gonna find out what's bugging you one way or another, so you might as well tell me"

"I'm just dwelling on the past, alright, I don't want to talk about it."

"And what brought the past up?"

"This stupid fucking spandex I'm forced to wear."

"So … spandex brought up the past clearly enough to make you cranky moments after a huge victory?"

"He, someone, brought up André." Kirby lets out a small sigh, "I, oh God, I am sick of being compared to my father."

"Not to be insensitive, but join the damn club. Rock, Orton, Goldust, the Harts, all of them get compared to their dads. And in a couple years, their kids will be too. Legacies have the best shot of making it in this business." Show points out. Part of their sibling rapport has been calling each other out for being overly dramatic and they won't hesitate to put the other in line.

"You don't know what I went through, I lost both my biological parents, André was the only person I had left." Kirby's borderline crying, struggling to hold back tears, this is a tragedy she hasn't dealt with yet.

Show sighs softly and pulls her into a hug. "I know, I'm sorry. The McMahons want to play off your tragedy for money and it's not right. Unfortunately, they hold the power, and you need to be the one to get out of Andre's shadow. You need to show them that you're Kirby before you're a Roussimoff."

Kirby buries her head in his shoulder, "How do I do that though, I've always been in his shadow."

"Same way Rock did it. Yeah, he started out as Rocky Johnson's kid, but he let people see that he was something more. He's got the right attitude and he doesn't let anyone play him for being the same man."

"We gotta go, I need to get out of here and out of this shit." Kirby states flatly as she pulls away, "I'll plan out everything before next week, just you watch me."

"I don't doubt you at all, short stuff." He laughs, ruffling her hair. There's only a few inches between them, but Show always says they're the only inches that matter.

When she and Stephanie finally agree to give her the Anti-hero character change, she becomes darker but not a heel and her theme becomes Living Dead Girl by Rob Zombie.

The fans had nicknamed Kirby 'The Blacklight Bandit' due to her black and orange motif, as well as her neon orange paint grenades that glow under blacklights.

She had a multitude of different things in her utility belt, smoke guns, a prop knife with a retractable blade, paint grenades and other things she could use at a moment's notice. She would do her finisher, a high-angle senton bomb, under blacklights, making the paint on her costume glow brightly. Due to her shenanigans as a baby face, she was over big-time, she would throw fans orange glow sticks and when the lights went low and she has grinned, the audience could see her bright orange mouth guard in the dark. Being able to blend in with the crowd, she would appear in the audience, tie her mask around her eyes and make her entrance through the audience as the crowd was bathed in blacklight.

Kirby hid under the ring all night just to pop up in Hurricane's first solo match as the Hurricane. Right before Helms could be pinned, the lights flickered, filling the arena with blacklight, she popped out from under the ring, saving the WWF's resident 'Superhero' from a pin before disappearing to give Hurricane the easy win.

After the final televised match, Kirby's grabbing a coffee when Helms taps her on the shoulder.

Kirby sips her coffee, cocking an eyebrow in confusion.

"You did really well out there tonight."

"Thank you, Hero."

"Should probably be calling you that. Since you saved my ass and all."

"You're the one with the cape, I just protect people who need it."

"That makes you more of a hero than me."

"Says the guy with 'superpowers'. I don't have any of those, I just rely on the fact I'm not really normal."

"Not just in the ring, Kirby. You're an actual hero."

"Are you trying to make me blush, Short stack?"

"That depends, is it working?"

"Why do you wanna know?" Kirby takes a swig of her coffee and glances down at him again

"Cause I might be trying to flirt?"

"Well, if you must know, Green Lantern, your flirting is working."

"Is it working well enough to take you out tonight?"

"Depends on where you wanna go."

"There's a nice park a few blocks away. It's dark enough that I don't think people would recognize us."

"Sure, I don't think I have anything else going on today."

"Excellent. I think a walk is gonna do you some good."

"What do you mean by that, Green Arrow"

"You've seemed tense lately. I figure walks always relax me."

"I'm tense all the time, I don't really get to relax"

"Exactly. So you need this."

"Alright, I relent, when d'you want to leave?"

"As soon as we're both changed and not sweaty."

"Gimme, ooh, half an hour at the max, and I'll be in the parking lot."

"I'll meet you there."

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Clare: had suspected she should avoid reading adult manga so she was glad she asked and Kota confirmed her suspicions. It would save her a lot of embarrassment. “Not for me.” She agreed. “I don’t know what all they show in porn either. I have seen True Blood...they show butts and breasts. Alli and I get the giggles even though we fast forward.” She said honestly. Clare worried about getting caught watching the vampire show too but she never watched it at home. “I have a lot to learn about cooking. Sushi sounds harder to make...and I don’t like fish. I’ll make it, just don’t expect me to eat it.” Clare looked at him. “I know there’s not actually an auction. That was the only similar thing we do here that I could think of.” She rolled her eyes playfully. “You better not fall for that trick. If whatever girl you get paired up with wants a real kiss make it as gross as possible. The boys need to skirt around the rules too. Unless they get a pairing they like. Seriously though if she’s nice and you don’t want to hurt her feelings, I’m fine with a quick peck.” She reassured him again. Clare wasn’t going to get bent out of shape over a game unless it got taken too far. The image of K.C and Jenna flirting with each other right in front of her was burned into her memory forever. “I need to participate too to capture the true spirit of the Host club for the Daily.” Clare teased, grinning at Kota. “You enjoy me putting my foot in my mouth.” She mock gasped. “That’s okay if they aren’t going for realism. Besides there are some things you can’t do anything about. I mean have you seen Alli’s long thick eyelashes?” Clare laughed. She was a little jealous of them. “Yeah, good point. The kids who actually attend the school will have to do the ‘heavy lifting’. My dad explained the currency to me. A dollar equals over 111 Japanese yen. Thank god for computers to tell me what change to give.” She smiled at Kota when he said he’d follow her. “If I got pregnant, I guess we’d find a way to make it work with college. Emi will be in elementary school so only the baby would need daycare. I’d get to have a journalism career. Hopefully there won’t be a baby until we decide we want one though.” She nodded. “You have a lot of options and so do I. I know I want to go to Columbia but there’s exchange student programs there too.” Clare could go back to Japan or spend a year in another country. “Of course I expect us to visit each other if we go to different colleges. Jimmy Fallon? Really? He wants you to come on the show?” Clare asked a small note of skepticism in her voice. “I took Emi being part of the package into consideration before I said yes to dating you. The only hesitation I’ve ever had was my parents. Nothing on my end. You’re both worth it.” Clare chuckled about Canada paying the bill. “Our baby would have dual citizenship. That’s pretty cool.” She kissed Kota, only stopping to say. “Yes, if we can talk about it we might be ready for more. If we can’t, we’re definitely not ready yet.” Clare kissed him again. “Noo. No I’m going! Alli will have to settle for a t-shirt. I wouldn’t miss the mystery concert for the world. Too many what ifs for the rest of my life especially if I like them. I’d die. Also no else at Degrassi has ever had backstage passes to anything, probably.” Clare shook her head. “Obviously I think he’s charming so I can understand people, even famous ones, liking him and inviting him to things. What is bizarre to me is how does Kota meet them in the first place? You know yourself, it’s hard to get those kind of opportunities.” Melanie was a famous singer now. However, it took time for her to be recognized. Before she went on The Voice she was just a normal teenager like them. “How are you able to talk to them in the first place? Long enough for them to realize you’re a designer?” Celebrities usually had body guards to keep fans away. “Sure, I’m ready for lunch. Um how does this work? Does Melanie usually put on a disguise and go wherever she wants or are there certain restaurants you can ask for a private room at? Or do you order take out?” She asked curiously looking back forth between Kota and Melanie.

Kota: listened to Clare and chuckled a bit when she mentioned True Bloods. "I've seen American Pie with Dom and my mom. She sat us both down while our brothers were at a sleep over and pressed play. Honestly, I still don't know how I felt watching that with my mom and twin. The whole movie was about sex, when someone says 'One time at band camp...' or anything referring to a time at band camp and you know they've never been they're referring to American Pie. In the movie the Naked Mile you seen the girls fully naked. I've also seen Skins UK which shows a few guys naked and just breasts and both guys and girl's buts. They also showed them having sex, not full blown, but the movements and sounds." he shrugged. "I've also seen some porn, seems overrated to me." he looked over at her when she mentioned her distaste for fish. "Not all sushi has fish, some have imitation crab. And I'm taking someone who doesn't like fish to Japan." he laughed a bit. "That limits the food you can eat. Japanese eat a lot of fish, I'm guessing you won't eat seaweed either?" He asked curiously. "You'll probably learn how to cook fish if you go to someone's house. It's a staple in Japan along with stuff I won't eat. We'll also probably have weekends without Emi, she's already making plans." he added and listened as she mentioned the event he may be partaking in. "I wouldn't kiss them. Some girls see kissing on the same level as sex. I don't want to give anyone that idea, besides I see kissing other girls that aren't you as cheating. I wouldn't do it unless I absolutely had to such as a play." he stated and laced their fingers together. "If you really want to be part of it, I can see if you can be a waitress. I mean it's for Kendo so the guys know English." he shrugged and laugh a bit. "I think it's cute." he smiled and rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb. "I have seen her long eyelashes. If your dad explained the currency to you, you're not allowed to try to do the math when we go clothes shopping. Also you may not want to go grocery shopping with us. They sell turtles dead wrapped up and ready to be eaten also alive and they sell mystery meat, if you ask what it is they just tell you the animal, they get it cut it up, and mix it together organs and all." he added. "I hope we don't have one until we agree either." he nodded. "That's true and we have summer off regardless. Japan is only 14 hours ahead of us and yea he's asked a few times." he smiled. He was happy that Clare took her into the package before they started dating although he wasn't aware of how long she'd be in his life. "I'm happy your only hesitation was your parents, but I mean if they forbid us to date we can hide it from them." he shrugged. "I agree about our future baby having duel citizenship, it is pretty cool." he said against her lips and looked at her when she stopped. "I agree." he whispered against her lips. A soft chuckle fell from his lips when Clare mentioned a T-shirt for Alli. "I don't really know if that's possible. Normally we go get a bite to eat after or go have fun. I mean we can try to sneak while she's getting her disguise on..." he shrugged. Kota looked at Mel when Clare mentioned the people Kota met and the opportunities he's had. "It's different for designers especially for famous ones like Kota. Murder Bunny is bigger in America than it is here. America is more about Fashion, TV, and finally music. I'm slowly getting into fashion, my perfume came out as did my lipstick line. Kota came up with Murder Bunny and when it released in America with it's own cell phone cases and shirts, it took off. I met him when I went to a fashion show I knew he was going to be at, other's met him at a different fashion show. Jimmy Fallon wears Murder Bunny, a lot of famous people like the line as well. The media in America is wondering if Kota being a sixteen year-old can keep up with the fashion demand in all three countries and he seems to be doing a great job. He's pretty high up there in the fashion world." she explained to Clare. "He gets to meet the actors, singers, and models I don't. In order for me to meet some of the people Kota has I have to be as big as Fallout Boy and Taylor Swift." Mel explained and looked at Kota. "Also Adam is mad at you for rejecting his call. Apparently Behati wants to talk to you about swim suits and Behati said 'tell Kota to teach me how to put on the clothes properly.' It would be nice if you explained." she said. "I'll answer both of your questions and Clare, there's a reason I didn't tell you this yet. I met most of the celebrities at the Victoria's Secret Fashion show when I got a call saying that the Murder Bunny lingerie line was working. It's exclusive to Victoria's Secret shops so I agreed. I got a call from Jimmy Fallon asking to do an interview, but I had school. After that I got a few more calls to do interviews, but school had to come first then the show. The girls didn't really put their bras on right, the people Victoria hired to dress the models told me to just stick my hand in their bras to help. I told Cara how to fix it, in turn she took her bra off in front of me, handed it to me, then told me to put it on her. It was extremely awkward to say the least. I told her to put it on herself, put her hand in her bra, and that's when she put my hand in her bra and said to fix them. That's what Behati wants me to teach her. I will not be touching her breasts." he explained. "What's the proper way to put on a bra?" Melanie asked him. "Put your arms in the straps, bend forwards allowing them to fall perfectly in the cups as you fasten the back, stand up straight and that's it. Don't push up the bottom or pull it down, it won't give much comfort, also a wire bra isn't healthy for your circulation and doesn't support tissue growth, wireless is better for your health." he informed Mel. "I normally clip my bra around my stomach, turn the front towards me and then put the straps on." she said looking at him. "Your bra is on wrong. If you fix it like I told you, it'll feel better." he said and motioned to a room she can change in if she wanted to. "Talking to them long enough is easy. After the online store opened in America I opened an actual store with my grandpa's help. He cut the ribbon since I couldn't be there due to school, then I got a call to do a fashion show. Celebrities attended such as Rihanna and she approached me after the show asking me to make her a custom outfit. We sat down for a few hours and designed it together, then she told her friends and word got out to them. I even designed a giant MB bow with Sia which she wore and sent me a thank you picture." he said reaching for the picture of her smiling as her hair hid her eyes as usual, her hand pointing to the giant bow head band. "She sent a thank you letter with it." he said handing it to Clare. The letter reading 'Thank you so much for bow, it was worth the cost and chatting with you. Best wishes and stay in touch xox Sia.' "I have a few things like that from various people." he added and knocked on the door to the room Melanie was in. "Clare's ready to eat." he said loudly. "In America, I put on a disguise. Normally a big billed hat, dark glasses, and just dress like myself. I still get recognized once in a while, but normally they only want a picture or an autograph. Mel is putting on her disguise now." he said honestly as the door opened and Mel walked out wearing a wig with long black hair, a plain blue skirt with a Nirvana band tee on and black Chuck Taylors with her normal ruffle socks. "Don't you need your disguise?" she asked. "No, I'm not that famous here. We hold hockey higher than fashion, music is above fashion here." he said honestly as he held Clare's hand and lead them out. When they got to the car Kota opened the passenger door to his car for Clare and the back door for Mel, then shut them and got in on his side and started to drive. "Where are we eating?" he asked looking at the girls. "Clare?" Mel asked and Kota looked at her. "The mall or ---" he trailed off.

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