#jen's birthday bash

[borgialucrezia]

— Happy 40th Birthday DAVID OAKES ↴

"One thing that I think is nice to do is to work out a character that you can make the audience warm to. So, I think all of them, whether it's Juan in The Borgias or even William Hamleigh in The Pillars Of The Earth, the people you're supposed to hate because they do heinous things, but you might get an idea of why they do what they do. I think it's nice to find the human in the heinous." (✦)

[gallawitchxx]

It's your birthday?? happy birthday, bee!! i wish you every single thing you want in the world! have a fabulous day xxxxx

jen lovely!! it was my birthday when you sent this, yes!! thank you so so much for the sweet wishes!!! it was a truly fabulous day 🥳🥰✨

i really appreciate the love! last year was a doozy, but i have a good feeling about this one 💖

[sofasoap]

The fluffff

Oh I would love to snuggle with him in the morning... 🤭

I MISS THE BESKAR MAN AND LITTLE GREEN PEA 😭😭😭

Happy birthday Jen!!!

Birfday - Din

For my birthday bash!

A friend suggested Din, fluff, and one bed. Well, here's a good mix of all of that. GN!reader, established relationship.

Word count: 668

You woke to warmth, the comfort of your riduur cuddled up behind you. For a moment you simply laid there, soaking in the rare moments when you were awake before Din. His soft breath tickled the back of your neck, one heavy arm still draped over your waist, even as he slumbered. 

You smiled, soft and small and totally indulgent. Maybe, if you were very sneaky and very lucky… 

It took a few minutes of shuffling around, gentle movements, and stifled giggles to get out from under his arm. You stuffed your pillow there instead, watching with amused adoration as he curved around the pillow, snuffling in his sleep, before falling still again. 

Success, this time. 

You snuck into the main room, starting the caf and pulling out food for the three of you. The view through the window showed the sun just over the horizon - much earlier than you normally woke, but worth it to treat your boys this morning. 

The soft sizzle of the pan and your own humming kept you company in the near-silence of the morning. You knew there was nothing in particular going on today. Din might want to make his rounds. 

Or you might tempt him away, just for today. If you got lucky. 

"Smells good in here," came the raspy greeting, even as arms wound around your middle. 

"Breakfast is almost ready," you told him, giving yourself one moment to lean back into the warmth of his embrace. "Now shoo before you burn yourself." The again hung silently in the scant space between you. 

"One time," he grumbled before pressing a whiskery kiss to the side of your neck, just to see your pulse jump. As it always did, for him. "I'll get the kid up." 

You hummed acknowledgement, focusing on plating food for the three of you. 

It wasn't long before happy squeals announced Grogu's presence, accompanied by soft murmurs from Din. You smiled. The sounds were soothing, a non-visual assurance that all was well. 

But the sight was quite nice, too. 

Din's hair was still rumpled from sleep, facial hair getting just long enough that you knew he'd trim it any day now. His soft gray sleep shirt stretched across his shoulders, the collar dipping just enough to give you a tantalizing hint of chest. 

Grogu, on the other hand, appeared wide awake and eager to eat, little hands stretching out towards his plate. The plate in your hand tugged, very gently. 

"Don't you dare, kid," you scolded gently. "Just wait." 

Grogu blew out a rude breath, waving his little hands around. 

"Patience, kid." Din tapped the table in front of the little one. 

Grogu pouted but waited until you set a plate in front of him and planted a kiss on top of his head. You set another plate at Din's place, pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

Breakfast was quiet and lovely. Din cleaned up, a gentle hand to your shoulder keeping you in your seat. 

You figured after that he'd start gearing up to go. So, naturally, you were preparing counter-arguments. 

What you were not prepared for was Din picking up Grogu and setting him down outside. "Go terrorize the wildlife," Din told the kid. 

Grogu made a delighted noise and immediately toddled off.

Din turned to face you, slowly, hands loose at his sides. His head tipped, just a little. 

Your heartbeat kicked up several notches. 

"Riduur," Din purred, taking one step towards you. You scrambled out of your chair, biting your lip to contain your grin. "You are trouble."

"Me? Trouble?" You stepped slowly away from the table, Din matching you step for step. "No idea what you mean." 

His eyes narrowed, just a little, before he pounced. You yelped, scrambling away from him, breathless laughter catching in your throat, even as your husband effortlessly corralled you back into the bedroom the two of you shared. 

Finally, trapped and breathless from laughing, you conceded defeat with grace. 

After all, you knew his ticklish spots. 

[luvrlou]

Spy Deal

Pairing: Charlie Conway x fem!reader

Summary: Coach Orion has a little job for his younger sister.

Warnings: Charlie's anger issues lol

A/N: I think I'll make a part 2 for this.

Word Count: 1.9k

Coach Bombay had heard wonders about you, since he had met Ted Orion, to him you were the best marketer in the Hockey world, of course, Orion was a bit biased considering you were his younger sister. You had controlled advertisements for some of the biggest teams in the USA, even the National team. At your ripe age of sixteen you were really making a name for yourself.

"Y/N!" Your older brother called through to you, for a few years you had been living in Minneapolis with your brother, his wife and your niece, Jen.

You left your bedroom and walked down the wooded corridor to the living room, "yeah what's up?"

"I have a little research job for you, perhaps you could help me learn more about this new team I'm taking on this year," he told you, offering you a seat on the sofa across for him.

You were instantly interested, your work had been quiet ever since the local hockey team had moved on to bigger things, "yeah I would be happy to help, under one condition."

He let out a chuckle, despite being twenty-two years older than you, you always had a price when it came to a bit of help, "okay, okay, you help and I we go on a brother-sister laser tag and sweetie shop run. Just like the old days."

"Oh my god! Yes! We haven't done that since I was like nine!" You grinned, reminiscing about your ninth birthday where your parents both had meetings all day so Ted took you out.

He smiled softly before continuing, "I have a new team coming via scholarships, they like to call themselves the Ducks, they won the Junior Goodwill Games last season."

"I'll be through with whatever I find later, then it's shooting time buddy!" You chuckled, standing up.

"Whatever you say baby sister," he mocked, drawing his attention back to his television as you left the room.

You quickly ran back to your room and flung yourself into your office chair and turned on your computer, after a few minutes your home screen appeared. You hummed a little tune as you opened up the internet.

"I'm sure there will be some newspaper files about them," you spoke to yourself, finding the local Minneapolis news paper. Despite the world wide web being a new phenomenon the archives were easy to access.

You slowly grew more intrigued as stories of this so-called 'wonder team' popped up, you filtered the site to only show clippings that contained the words 'ice hockey', 'ducks' and 'Bombay', their coach and a close friend of your brothers.

More and more clippings came up, this team were incredible, you had noticed that they had 4 'star' players, Captain Charlie Conway, Adam Banks and the Bash Brother, Fulton Reed and Dean Portman. They had even beaten Iceland's team, which was coached by the Wolf, a well-respected genius in the hockey world.

• • •

Bombay felt much more at ease knowing his beloved team would be passed onto the great Ted Orion, and after learning of your work in the hockey industry, he was thrilled that the ducks could gain even more attraction.

However, the Ducks were not too fond of their new coach, he had stripped Charlie of his captaincy and had taken away the team's spirit. They were no longer the ducks, they were Eden Hall's JV team.

"They hate me it's impossible to work with!" Ted groaned as you were all sat around the dinner table, knees deep in yet another of his rants.

Jen, who always tried to see the best in a situation spoke, "who knows, they might just be scared of you?"

"Darling, I don't think so," he smiled almost sadly.

"How about this, I can come with you to practise sit at the side and see if I can get some information off of them, I'll try to see why they haven't taken a liken to you." You suggested, Ted seemed to enjoy this suggestion as he nodded slightly.

"Are you sure they would talk to you?" Your sister-and-law asked, "I mean you are the younger sister of their coach."

"Well I am the same age as most of them, they might feel like they could say something." You answer, hoping you were right.

• • •

"Gather round team," your brother called, before growing impatient, "god gave you legs for a reason, use them!"

They all grumbled while they skated over, stopping in a messy semi-circle around you and him, peculiar looks on their faces.

"You may be wondering who this is-" Orion began before getting cut off by a tall looking boy with brown hair.

"Y'all that's Y/N! That girl who made that team in Chicago mega-famous!" He shouted.

"The team can't be that famous if you don't know the name, Dwayne," another boy quipped back, this one had off-black hair and was shorter than this Dwayne character.

"Yes Dwayne, this is the Y/n and she is my younger sister, she's just here to supervise the game. She finally decided that lying in her bed all day fawning over Michael J Fox in Back to the Future wasn't being productive." He introduced you, his last comment making you shake your head and flush.

They all exchanged looks, before yet another boy, this time you recognised as Charlie Conway, spoke up, "What age is she, shouldn't she be a bit older if she's your sister?"

"I'm sixteen, our mum had him quite young," you clarified. "Okay Ted, I'm going to go sit down." The team's uproar started again after hearing that their new coach's name is Ted. You laughed, something so normal was causing quite the stir.

The practice wasn't anything interesting, just some drills and a mock game to finish. You were brought out of the trance, that you had caught yourself in when the sound of skates dragging to a halt in front of you.

It was girl who had a long plait in going down her back, "Hi, I'm Connie!"

"Y/N, it's lovely to meet you," you smiled.

She smiled back before pondering her next question, "does coach Orion always act grumpy?"

You laughed slightly, "no, don't worry, he does really want to see you all succeed but he just doesn't know how to get around it."

"Well he doesn't act like it, look!" Connie gestured to the rest of the team, who were all shooting at Goldberg as Orion barked out orders. That's when you noticed that one of the players who had played with them since the PeeWees wasn't there.

"Connie, is there not meant to be another boy, he's blonde, wears number ninety-nine?" You inquired, looking back at the girl.

She smiled slightly, "awe yeah, Banks, he plays for Varsity now." She spoke, almost proud of her ex-teammate. "Well, I better get back to practising, we need to speak again Y/N!"

You grinned, "definitely!"

the girl skated away, lapping around some of the other players, then shooting a puck past Goldberg into the net.

When practise finished Ted approached you, "so did you speak to anyone?"

"Only Connie, she's super nice, but she thinks you're dead grumpy." You answered, this made him frown slightly.

"I know this is a lot to ask, but do you think you could find Conway and try to talk to him?" He asked, a glint of pleading in his eyes.

You smiled, "yeah I'll speak to him, just because I love you so very much," you teased lightly, which caused him to gently slap the back of your head.

"You're a cheeky prick," he laughed, helping you up.

"That's what you get for having a sixteen-year-old sister when you're thirty!" You grinned back, walking off the ice with your beloved older brother.

• • •

You spotted the brunette boy in the distance walking out of Eden Hall, quickly, you jogged after him.

"Charlie!" You called out, which made him turn around.

He grimaced when he saw you fast approaching, "what do you want?"

"I just want to talk, you seemed kind of," you hummed. You tried to think of a way to make this sound like you weren't being bitchy, "agitated, earlier."

He huffed slightly, "Obviously, have you seen my coach!"

"Hey! Let's remember that's my brother!" You faked annoyance before laughing.

This made him smile, "Fine we can talk, under one condition."

"Woah there Conway, take me out for dinner then we can see where it goes!" You joked, making him flush under the blinding sun.

He shook his head sheepishly, "no! Not like that, I meant to buy me ice cream!" He scrambled out, "if you buy me ice cream, I'll talk to you about anything you want."

You pondered his requirement, "are you asking me on a date Conway?"

"It's a get-together, not a date! Don't be so silly!" He groaned.

You chuckled at his comment, "come on!" You cheered, beckoning him to follow you towards the seafront. Where an ice cream truck would roll on by tweeting out a chirpy tune at exactly ten past five every evening.

The pair of you reached the boardwalk next to the swirling sea just in time to hear the merry tune which signified it was ice cream time. Charlie immediately sped-walked over to where the truck would park and scowled at you as you slowly traipsed over.

"Okay, number ninety-six what are you for having?" You quipped looking up at the boy.

"Two scoops, chocolate orange and vanilla," he answered back after studying the array of flavours intently.

You only smiled at him before going up to the window, "a two scoop cone of chocolate orange and vanilla," you hummed, "and a rocket ice lolly for me."

"That'll be four dollars and fifty cents, doll," the woman in the truck said, handing Charlie both of the sweet treats while you reached for a five-dollar note then slid it over to her.

"Thank you!" You grinned, taking your ice lolly from Charlie.

"Since we never introduced ourselves directly to each other," you spoke before tasting your lolly. "I'm Y/N Orion, I'm sixteen and I grew up in Tampa."

Charlie gave you an odd look before reluctantly speaking, "I'm Charlie Conway, ex-captain of the Ducks and the USA team and I'm also sixteen. Oh and I'm from Minneapolis."

"Lovely to meet you, Charlie Conway!" You smiled towards him, a smile which he returned apprehensivley.

You grabbed his free hand and pulled him towards a free bench and sat down, indicating him to sit down next to you.

"So, Y/N what brings you to Eden Hall?" He asked.

"Well I don't go to school there but Ted just wondered if I could help him gain some information on the players." You explained, Charlie didn't seem to be fond of this answer.

"So you're only here right now with me for some sort of spy deal?" He accused, anger radiating off of him.

"No! Of course not, he just wanted to know how to get you guys working as a team!" You defended, hoping this answer would calm him down.

He scoffed, "well excuse me, we are a team, the ducks, it's just Orion is not a part of it!"

"Come on Charlie! He just wants whats best for you!" you pleaded.

He huffed again and silently got up and stormed away, you quickly followed him, "Charlie, he doesn't mean anything bad!"

•••

You trudged back into the Orion household, swiftly going to your room and slamming the door.

"Y/N you good?" Ted shouted over towards your room, there was a lengthy silence that followed which made him enter your room.

"Charlie hates me!"

[taanoir]

Jen had reached her elder birthday! Josh threw her a big bash and invited all of her friends.

The house was packed with friends and family.

Wren and Nicole caught up, he didn't make it to many events these days. She was just happy to see him out and about.

Josh made Jen a cake.

Happy Birthday Jen!!

She had an amazing birthday!

[getreadytosmash]

“Happy birthday, Jen!” Mattie exclaimed happily.

It was funny, she seemed to get just as excited about her friend’s (family really) birthday as she did her’s! “I have a surprise for you, follow me.” She couldn’t wait to show Jen what she had planned, she was determined to make it a perfect day for her. She’d planned a day at the spa, a nice lunch at Jen’s favorite restaurant, and then they’d head back to the base for a party with the rest of the team. She’d made Jen a beautiful new dress, and of course, she’d helped Red make a birthday cake for her.

@awkward-snake-girl

And as always on her birthday, Jen was always the right amount of bashful and eagerly pleaded to be celebrated.

"Aw, Mattie!" She giggled and gently nudged the teen, "You sure know how to treat a girl, hm? If you keep spoiling me, I'm pretty sure it's not gonna be long 'till I turn into a Leader as well!"

She had a vague idea of what was in store for her, but Jen was set on keeping her noseyness at a minimum. It was the least she could do when Mattie and the others were going so far out of their way for her.

[dragonbinx]

Wish on a Cupcake

Series: Legacies

Ship: BenJed

Characters: Ben (Legacies), Jed Tien

“Happy Birthday!”

Ben blinked down at the cupcake in front of his nose that was … on fire? No, it had a candle in it. Why was there a candle in it?

“You’re supposed to blow it out,” Jed explained, grinning widely.

“Why? And how did you know it was my birthday?” He hadn’t been sure himself; he remembered he was born in the fall but not precisely when. He’d learned the importance of the day one was born in the modern world but he hadn’t realized that Jed would want to celebrate his as well. He probably should have.

“Jen told me. Are you going to blow out the candle or what? You can’t get presents until you blow out your candle.”

“Presents?”

“Yeah, it’s your birthday, you get presents. One of them might include a flannel that I think will fit both of us. To share. Sometimes. If you want.”

Ben smiled at Jed’s increasingly bashful expression. “I thought you were tired of me ‘stealing’ your clothes.”

Jed shrugged, his eyes darting to the side. “Maybe it’s not so bad all the time. Whatever. You only get it if you blow out the candle.”

Ben looked at the cupcake again. The candle was getting lower and wax was running down and starting to harden on the frosting. He took a breath.

“Wait!”

He lot out the breath as gently as he could, the flame still dancing around precariously. “Am I doing it wrong?”

“No, I forgot to tell you, you have to make a wish.”

“A wish on the … cupcake?”

“No, a birthday wish, when you blow out the candle. It’s a tradition. I guess because it’s your birthday, it’s more likely to come true. Don’t tell me what it is, though. Just think it.” Jed raised his eyebrows dubiously at the cupcake which was getting increasingly more waxy. “Good thing I got a six-pack.”

Ben’s gaze dropped back to the candle and he had a startling, world-shifting discovery. He wasn’t sure what to wish for.

For millennia, he’d had a thousand wishes, tied up alone with nothing but the wind and stars and occasional monsters to tell. And Jen, for what good it did. He wished to go back in time, to save Ash, to be a warrior for his people again, and then as he got more bitter and disillusioned with the humans he’d once helped, to run away with his love and find a place to keep Ash safe. Then, as time stretched on and his grief faded, he simply wished for freedom.

Now here he was, free. Wandering the world - well, this country he’d found himself in, at least - with his new love, who was safe. Who had come back to him, a wish unexpectedly granted already. They had a home, and friends, and they were happy.

So he took a breath and wished the only thing that he could - that it would be like this forever. That he would get to keep this happiness for the rest of life, however long that was.

He blew out the candle and Jed whooped. “Okay, wait, now I need to sing …”

Ben tossed the wax-covered cupcake to the side and reached out to grab Jed by the back of the neck and reel him in for a kiss. In spite of his obvious surprise, Jed wrapped his arms around Ben quickly, kissing back enthusiastically.

Or he did for about a minute, before mumbling against Ben’s lips, “Seriously, I need to sing to you. It’s part of the whole birthday thing.”

“Later,” Ben deflected, before kissing him again.

And he wished a second time, greedily, hopefully, please let me have this forever.

[littlefreya]

Happy Freya Eve! 🥰🥰

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Thank you, goddess!!!!!!

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Dessert

Summary: It’s the reader’s birthday and Jensen thinks she’s acting like a brat when she insists on getting her dessert first...

Pairing: top!Jensen x bottom!reader x bottom!Jared

Prompts: Exhibitionism & Bratty!reader (and 2 very smutty gifs)

Word Count: 829

Warnings: language, smut (f/m only), dom/sub behavior, dom!Jensen (it’s all consensual), orgasm control, fingering, handjob, anal sex, breathplay

A/N: This was written for @negans-lucille-tblr​​ Birthday Bash drabble challenge! 

_____

“I thought I told you to put in the pan when I texted you,” said Jensen, walking in wearing a suit, a bundle of roses in his hand. 

“I thought I told you it’s my birthday and I’m in charge. No vegetables,” you said, spread out naked on the couch, running your finger through your folds. He stalked over and stared you down, narrowing his eyes. “It’s my party. If I want ice cream and cake before dinner, I’m having ice cream and cake.”

“I think you always want dessert first,” he said, grabbing your wrist and pulling it away from between your legs. You stared him down and reached down with the other, not breaking eye contact while you fingered yourself. “You want to be a brat? Fine. No clothes at your party.”

“Like Jared hasn’t seen me naked a million times before,” you said, scoffing and standing up when the oven beeped. Jensen disappeared for a moment, returning with the roses in a vase and tossing a very tiny black apron at you. 

“Put it on.”

“I thought I was supposed to wear just my birthday suit today.”

“Don’t think I asked you,” he said, a smirk on his lips. You pulled the little thing over your head, Jensen pressing on your lower back as he tied the one around your waist. You bent down to get the roasting pan from the drawer and were greeted to two long, thick fingers entering your pussy, a thumb lightly grazing your clit. 

“I’m trying to cook,” you grit out, Jensen squeezing your ass roughly, enough to leave a bruise. 

“I’m not stopping you,” he said, curling his fingers against your g-spot. You slammed a hand against the counter, Jensen reaching a hand around and slipping it under the apron, grazing a knuckle over your nipple. “Dinner would be done if you’d started when I told you to, brat.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” you breathed out, resting your head back against his shoulder, Jensen ripping the apron away, the ties easily slipping lose against his strength. You were standing on your tiptoes when Jared walked in, barely getting a second glance as he went past to the sink and washed up.

“Someone’s having a happy birthday,” he teased. 

“Very,” you said, Jensen turning you to face Jared, showing Jared very clearly how he was playing with his favorite toy again. You. “Jens can Jared play tonight?”

“You want to get fucked by us both?” asked Jensen. You whined, nodding your head. Jared was always down for a fuck with the two of you, even if Jensen always made him take orders. It didn’t take long for Jared to be naked and knelt on the floor, holding your hips as you thrust back onto him, grateful Jensen had fucked your ass earlier in the day and loosened you already. Jensen took his time to undress, watching you both, tossing his suit over the back of his chair. 

“Please,” you said, rocking back, chasing your orgasm. That was Jensen’s only rule.

You asked for your orgasms. 

Every. 

Single. 

One.

“Jerk me off,” said Jensen, kneeling in front of you. He grabbed your throat when you wrapped your fingers around his hard cock, precome steadily leaking from the tip. His face was hard, eyes even harder. “You call that jerking off?”

You were forced to slow down you thrusts and ignore your own pleasure, sitting on Jared’s monster dick in your ass while you used your other hand to play with Jensen’s sack.

“Jared fuck her. Hard. But don’t you dare touch her clit. Good girls come on cocks alone, don’t they,” said Jensen, giving your neck a gentle squeeze. “You gonna be good and come on Jared’s big ass cock? God I can’t wait to watch him wreck your little pussy later.”

“I’ll be good. Can I come? Please, please, please?” you breathed out.

“I’m close,” panted Jared, Jensen giving him a look.

“Ask better,” he said. You looked over your shoulder, Jared biting his bottom lip. 

“Can I come in Y/N’s ass?” he asked, hands on your hips pressing into the skin hard. Jensen cocked his head, both your hands on his cock, one jerking his shaft, the other rubbing over the fat head of his dick.

“Better. Go on. Come. Now,” said Jensen, flicking his thumb over your jaw. Jared thrust a few more times and Jensen squeezed your throat, your mind spinning as your orgasm hit you, barely noticing the spurt of cum that hit you in the face. You breathed hard, licking your lips, Jensen slipping a coated finger in your mouth. You sucked on it, Jensen wiping his finger through the mess he left on you and bringing it to your mouth. You sucked it between your lips, shivering when Jared pulled out of you, a trickle of cum trailing down your leg. “Like I said. Always want your dessert first, don’t you birthday girl.”

______

[polyghostfacehours]

Okokokokok so I’m you did a Jennifer check x poly ghostface x reader if you could do another but with gf and Jen reacting with a fem! Reader covered in blood or like killing someone messily idk ahhhh <333

YES. Aaaah I'm so glad people see the beauty of poly!ghostface x reader x jennifer! I did it in headcanon format again, and only did SFW this time. Let me know if you want a NSFW one too!

TW: Slight NSFW, female!Reader, blood kink, homicide, mention of assumed sexual assault!

SFW:

You hadn't meant to kill anyone. It...it was in self-defense.

You had been alone that night. It was one of the extremely rare occurrences when all 4 of you were just doing your own thing.

Billy was at home doing whatever, Stu was hanging with some non-mutual friends, and Jennifer was hunting for food.

You had decided to check out a shopping strip downtown. You had wanted to scout out the eateries, as well as the novelty shops and cafes.

There was some cool stuff. You discovered a plant-based ice cream place, a kink shop with some crazy stuff and displays, a seasonally themed speakeasy, and a bakery with CBD infused treats, and an LGBT friendly club.

You were enjoying yourself, taking notes of the sites to visit with your boyfriends and girlfriend, when you ran into someone you kinda sorta knew from a year or so ago.

You had met him around campus between classes, usually at the student lounge, rec room, or cantina. But you never spoke with him until he approached you.

You vaguely remember him making a big deal about you being a girl playing video games (you usually were playing your gameboy or sometimes played Smash with some of the other students in the lounge with Stu) and whenever Stu wasn't with you he'd make it painfully obvious he was interested in you.

You ignored his advances. You had Billy and Stu (you hadn't been with Jennifer yet) and even if you weren't with them, you wouldn't be interested in him.

he just had big incel-y vibes tbh.

When he offered to catch up and maybe get some late night eats, you politely declined. You were enjoying your alone time, plus you barely knew the guy.

He accepted that, but you could tell by the set of his jaw he wasn't too happy about it.

He gave you bad vibes. and suddenly you were glad about the pocket knife Billy had gotten you some birthdays ago. It had a custom grip for you hands, so it was easy to grab and use, as well as being able to fit discreetly in a pocket.

After you parted, you visited a few more places before ultimately heading back to the parking garage your car was at.

You subconsciously already had a hand on the knife in your jacket pocket. Jennifer told you to always trust your instincts so you did.

When he attacked, you had thought it would be in sexual assault. But when you saw the knife in his hand and the crazed glint in his eyes, you knew he just wanted to get rid of you for rejecting him.

You blanked out. You don't know exactly what happened. All you could remember was a burning hot anger at the audacity of this freak, the near debilitating fear of actually being attacked, and the motion of your arm moving out of your jacket and surging forward rapidly to push him away. Except, the knife was still clutched in your hand when you moved to do so.

The next thing you remember was him collapsing, you blankly looking down at him, and then, as if on autopilot, grabbing a rock and bashing it in his skull over and over again.

When you came back from your episode you almost screamed.

The first thing on your mind wasn't "oh god i just killed a man. ended a life. he had a family." but "oh god im going to go to prison and lose the rest of my life and never see billy or stu or jen again" and you decided that you'd definitely have to unpack that later.

But not now. Although you knew you should call Jennifer first so she can eat the body and get rid of the evidence, you decide to call Billy first. It was almost instinct. Billy tended to lead the relationship before Jen came in and took half of that on, so you tended to see him as a sort of rock. He was reliable and good at murder. He'd be able to jump to action immediately.

Also he was the only one who wasn't busy lmao

When you get a hold of him, the panic starts to really catch up to you and you break down and begin to apologize profusely. You dont know why really, its not like he'd get mad at you. If anything, he'd probably be proud and horny

Once he calms you down and reassures you that whatever is happening its going to be okay, he asks you what's wrong and you tell him you just killed someone at this particular parking garage downtown. There's silence for a long while on the end.

"...I'll call Stu. Jen should be in the area, call her so you can give her directions. We'll be right there." is all he says before the line goes dead.

When you call jennifer to tell her you needed her to eat the body of a guy you just murdered to get rid of the evidence, you expect her to be shocked. But instead she's just like "you got it bitch" and tells you she's on her way after you tell her where you're at. She comes clutch at the best of times, and you love her for it.

Jennifer arrived first, and when you tell her bon appetit, she says she wants to wait for billy and stu to get there so they can see your work. you're like "wtf jen no what if someone walks by also im having a panic attack" she tells you to stop being a pussy, but agrees to move the body to a dark, shaded alleyway nearby the garage.

After moving the body and finally taking a good look at you, her hands are on you in a second. You looked sexy as hell covered in blood, and that deer-in-headlights look you still had on...oof.

"Mmmm, you look fuckin hot in blood. It's a great color on you. You should def go for the bad-girl-murder vibe more, babes~."

You tell her to cut it until you get everything sorted out and you are less panicked.

When Billy and Stu arrive, their jaws drop. They expected the body of a shrimpy guy with maybe a slit throat or bloody bump on the back of the head. Not a straight up I Spit On Your Grave re-enactment on a grown man.

They're both impressed and incredibly aroused, unsurprisingly. You can see it by the way their gazes practically rake over you, stopping at your breasts and legs in particular.

Jennifer proudly shows off the body, as if she herself did it. She keeps talking about how "badass" you are and how "the loser fuck got destroyed"

After inspecting your "work" a little longer Jennifer finally gets to munching. You can't watch, still too in shock and processing the situation. You bury yourself in Stu's chest as he holds you.

You can feel the giggle's bubble in his chest as he watches Jen's feasting. Billy grabs one of your hands, and while he smiles reassuringly when he looks over at you, you also notice how blown out his pupils look.

Stu leans down to you ear, whispering something huskily about showering together later, and pressing you further against his body. Oh- uh, yup, you can definitely tell he's excited now.

After the body is no more you guys discreetly go back to where Bill parked the car nearby.

And by discreetly you mean Billy holding you tight as you make your way while Jennifer and Stu keep stopping to make out since Jennifer's mouth covered in blood also got him going.

Billy whisper-yells at them to knock it off and hurry up. But with the way he tightens his grip on your waist, you know he's itching to get his tongue down your throat too.

Jennifer drives and Stu sits in the passenger seat (he wanted to sit in the back with you, but Billy made him go up front bc his possessive side was coming out at the sight of you all bloody)

once in the safety of the car, you shake a little in Billy's lap from the adrenaline quickly leaving you body. He holds you, not caring at all about all the blood you're getting on him. He loves it.

As he coos in your ear and comforts you, he can't help but let his hands wander, groping at your thighs and chest, smudging blood all over you and his arms. Strangely, it works in comforting you. His hands are big and warm, and so is his breath in your ear.

"Don't worry, baby. Once we get back, I'll make you forget tonight ever happened. Make you feel real good, okay?"

You realized it'll be a long night

Hope you liked it! Also sorry for going a bit too hard on the setup scenario, I knew a creep like that from my first year in college. He did all of those things minus the actually pulling a knife on me, and said some pretty disgusting shit to me when we were alone (and sometimes when we weren't alone. It was mortifying lmao). So yeah this was kinda therapeutic for me, thanks for sending the ask anon!

[narraboths]

you know that catco employees are already groaning whenever Kara walks into the office with a new hairstyle or a new outfit bc they know they're going have to put up with their boss staring like she's never seen a woman before

Kara Danvers is, objectively speaking, an incredibly worthy object of one’s workplace crush.

Most of CatCo’s employees will readily admit that they’ve all been there: Kara Danvers is lovely and kind, she has the nicest laugh, she’s practically sunshine personified. She remembers people’s birthdays, brings them coffee unasked, and attempts to temper Cat Grant’s wrath whenever it threatens to strike. Even when she gets bumped to junior reporter, she’s still the same charming goofball, only she now rushes in and out of the building chasing stories  with a vengeance instead of lattes. Who could ever resist a crush on her?

Most of CatCo’s employees, however, will also hasten to point out that they could at least keep their infatuation to a reasonable level.

When Lena Luthor first walks into the CatCo bullpen, heading towards Kara without sparing a look for anyone else, the bullpen falls so deadly silent for a second, the clicking of her Louboutins is the only sound that can be heard. Then they all go back to acting totally, extremely normal, as if the most notorious new citizen of National City (a billionaire tech genius at that) isn’t flirting up a storm with a cub reporter right before their very eyes. They only snicker about the gala invitation in a very restrained way, with the appropriate amount of concern and jealousy, Luthor sure knows what connections she needs, Danvers better look out and You’d be trying to make that connection too if you were in her position.

Then the visits become a regular occurrence. 

Lena Luthor, CEO of a Fortune 500 company and a staple of 30 under 30 lists, shows up every week, and patiently waits around till Kara, who earnestly says golly and has to be reminded that exclusive is spelled without a ‘k’, stumbles across her. She beams at Kara’s rambling, laughs delightedly at her bad puns, calls her darling in a tone of voice that makes eavesdroppers blush, and bites her lip like she knows exactly what it is that she’d like to devour, and it’s certainly not the vegan bar that she’s dragging Kara away to for lunch. (CatCo refuses to publish the paparazzi shots that surface every third day of the week, but other outlets are not so squeamish.) And Kara meets her every step of the way, face lighting up whenever she sees Lena (even on TV, some note), hugging her tightly with every hello and goodbye even longer than necessary. She gushes about Lena’s projects and meets Lena’s own compliments to her writing with bashful smiles and fidgeting hands. Properly and utterly enamored.

The office settles into the new status quo, young love and all, though it seems to be incredibly slow-burning, with the entirety of CatCo (and likely half of L-Corp) getting front-row tickets to its process. Snapper mumbles about professional boundaries. People start a betting pool, and stare at Kara with a bit more hopeless yearning when she storms past them to greet Lena with a wide smile.

But then, there’s something else that changes with their courtship: Kara starts to get dapper.

She’s already looked unreasonably dashing in thin cardigans and pastel button-ups before, drawing dreamy sighs from the interns she’d stroll past. Now, it’s starting to verge on it’s a public menace to look that hot. The shirts get tighter, more crisp, and with it, her biceps and powerful shoulders considerably more accentuated. Well-tailored jackets start to make an appearance in her wardrobe, along with slim ties (their quirky patterns a testament to Kara’s nature), and elegantly knit jumpers come winter. And Kara starts to stand a little taller, too, shoulders squared and chin held high, her steps ever so slightly wider and more confident every time she has to chase after Snapper in one of their daily bouts.

The effect of it in the office is most profound. A rolled-up shirtsleeve and a hint of tensing muscles, and Jen at the art department almost scraps a magazine cover in her stupor. An unbuttoned collar and loosened tie at a late night editorial meeting, and Mackenzie nearly pours her coffee into her lap. 

And the very cause of this upheaval is certainly not immune to Kara’s newfound charms, either. There’s already been plenty of physical affection between the pair, as most of the office and a whole wealth of pap photos would attest, but now, it’s bordering on handsiness. Lena takes any opportunity to squeeze Kara’s arm, run a hand over her shoulder, or rest a hand on her forearm as they talk, and the bullpen grows green with jealousy.

When Cat Grant departs for the White House and L-Corp swoops in for the acquisition, the mood turns explosive.

Any illusions about the lovebirds keeping things more strictly professional with the change of management are shattered when Kara strides into the boss’ office with a gift-wrapped planner, all giddy, only to be greeted with their usual hug. Someone lets out a groan.

It only gets expectably worse.

It’s no fault of Lena Luthor’s overall management style – she’s a decent boss, a shockingly good one, even, if one considers the family name and all its implications, and infinitely milder than Miss Grant had been. But there’s only so many times one can witness their chief blushing in the middle of a meeting, or get lost in impure thought staring through the glass walls of the boardroom, out into the bullpen where the office heartthrob is currently stretching, providing an ample view of her entire upper body musculature. There’s only so many times they can watch Lena lean against Kara’s desk and reach down to gently smooth out her shirt’s collar or fiddle with the lapels of her jacket as they talk. At some point, Lena helping Kara tie the bespoke silk tie that she’s recently gifted her after a trip to Italy, batting away her “Lena, you really shouldn’t have” with “Nonsense, darling” and then stopping to fiddle with the damn thing, staring up at Kara with that unmistakably smitten expression becomes just another Tuesday morning at CatCo.

To say that there is a sigh of relief once news of CatCo once again changing hands start to spread is no understatement.

Andrea Rojas seems like a hardass and people start to feel a sense of comfort. She’s a businesswoman through and through, one whose ideas about running the place might be battled, but one who certainly won’t be head over heels for a pair of pretty blue eyes and jacked arms.

Antsiness and relief thus both settle over the first office-wide meeting Ms Rojas calls, preparing to address the entire staff. The first couple of sentences are delivered smoothly, with none of the longing looks cast into the crowd towards a certain blonde that they’ve had to get used to before, and people are starting to feel safe.

Then, getting to the meat of her speech, Andrea Rojas takes a breath and turns towards where the cream of CatCo’s crop is gathered, with Kara Danvers standing at the very front, arms crossed, navy suit hugging her imposing figure tightly, forehead crinkled in annoyed concentration.

Andrea Rojas looks, then looks again, and skids to a halt, lips parting as she takes in the view. Twelve seconds go by, an agonizing eternity, before she’d continue her speech, her gaze returning to Kara again and again.

“If you have any questions about the future of CatCo, I’d be happy to hear them now,” she finishes. “Or in my office, if you’d prefer to sound your concerns in private.”

She looks around, almost haughty before she’d turn her gaze to Kara again, biting her lip as they lock eyes, and someone in the back finally decides to give voice to what they’re all feeling:

"Oh, for fuck’s sake!”

[writeforfandoms]

For the Birthday Ficlet thing:

Please PLEASE create a world where Pero Tovar actually LIKES me! He doesn’t have to be all sexed up (although we all know that’s good), but something where he’s not ready to throw me off a cliff like he usually is!

HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY!!

Thank you my dear friend!! This has a bit of spice to it, some sweetness, and is all Pero. Trust me - he likes you. 😉

Warnings: Some spice, language, scowly Pero. 

Pero Tovar x f!reader

Word count: 689

You let out a relieved sigh as you stepped out of the tavern for the night. It had been a busy day, and you were worn out. 

A figure moved from the darkness and you very nearly shrieked in surprise. But it was only Pero, giving you a quick once-over. 

"You startled me," you told him, pressing your hand to your chest. 

"Not my intention," Pero grunted. One hand cupped your elbow, big and warm and so gentle with you, despite being capable of such violence. 

“Let’s go home,” you told him. You were tired and wanted nothing more than to get off your feet for a while. 

Pero was quiet as the two of you walked. His hand had migrated to the small of your back, equal measures protective and possessive. Neither of you talked - you didn’t need to. 

Your cottage was small and set at the edge of the village. You had chickens, which were already cooped for the night, and a small garden. It wasn’t much, but it was yours.

Well. Yours and Pero’s, now. 

The fire was low but warm when you stepped in, and you smiled. You were often cold when you got home after dark, something Pero knew well, and had taken care of for you. 

“Here.” Pero strode over to the pot warming by the fire, pouring the contents into two mugs. He handed one to you, keeping the other for himself. 

The warm smell of cider wafted up with the steam, and you smiled and closed your eyes. “Where did you get this?” 

“It was payment for a small task.” Even without opening your eyes, you could practically see Pero shrug, like it was no big deal. Like you hadn’t told him warm cider was one of your favorite drinks on chilly nights. 

“Thank you.” You sighed in pleasure at your first sip, already feeling better. You didn’t protest when Pero herded you over to a chair and knelt in front of you to remove your shoes for you. That did, however, make you raise an eyebrow at him. “What’s gotten into you today?”

“What?” Pero frowned at you from where he was still kneeling by your feet. 

“You’re not normally this… proactive.” 

He huffed and didn’t answer, looking back at your shoes instead. You didn’t push, well aware that would not end well for either of you. Instead you wiggled your stockinged toes at him, just to make him huff. 

“The woman I help with the apple press,” he started, still not looking at you. “She spoke of how lucky you must be, to have someone to help you.” He paused there, one hand gently closing over your ankle. “And how lucky I am, to have such a one to go home to.” 

You melted, your heart fluttering in your chest and a smile crossing your lips. “I am lucky,” you murmured, putting your cider down. 

“She made me realize,” Pero continued stubbornly, squeezing your ankle once, “that you do this for me. Is only fair that I return the favor, no?” 

You cupped his cheeks in both hands, your thumb smoothing over the bottom of his scar. “Right,” you murmured, well aware that this was just how he did things. He had trouble telling you things, so this was as close as he could get. 

He nodded once and started to pull away. You held tighter and leaned in, kissing him slow and sweet, the taste of warm cider shared between the two of you. When you pulled back, his eyes were dark, and he licked his lips.

“Or I could keep you warm,” he murmured, crowding closer. His hand traveled from your ankle up your calf to your knee, and paused there. 

“Better take me to bed, then,” you murmured back with a teasing smile. “Wouldn’t want your hard work keeping me warm to go to waste.” 

Pero smiled. A real smile, with amusement and love and gratitude. And then he pulled you from your chair, hefting you over his shoulder, and carried you to bed to show you how he felt the best way he knew how.

[msmarvelouswinchester]

Ever Been In The Backseat?

Summary - Your fantasy involving a certain green-eyed actor, yourself and a certain classic, black car comes true.

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader

Warning - Smut 18+, Unprotected sex (y'all are better than that), Oral sex (fem receiving), bearded!jensen, fluff, a little mention of Dom!Jensen (this fic really got out of my hand), just pure filth, PWP.

Word Count - 1890

Square Filled - Shirtless!Jensen ( @spndeanbingo )

Written for @anaelsbrunette's Yas 20th Birthday Bash. HAPPY BIRTHDAY IN ADVANCE YAS! Hope you like this <3<3 Prompt is in bold.

I blame this fic idea entirely on @jawritter but I don't think she is sorry, neither am I.

Beta'd by the lovely @deanwanddamons. Before writing this, I went through her fic "The One With Baby" to get an idea of the smut so she deserves a double shoutout!

I love the Ackles fam but for the sake of this fic, Jensen is not married to Danneel. This is only a work of fiction.

All the adult stuff is mentioned under the cut. So if you're under 18, DO NOT read any further!

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Looking up from your book, you realized the house was incredibly quiet. This was very unusual considering your husband was home. Normally you could hear his deep voice from his office on the other side of the hall or hear him strumming his guitar, humming along to an unknown song, but today the house was quiet and Jensen was nowhere to be found.

As if on cue, your four legged, fur baby walked into the room. Putting aside the book in your hand, you extended your arms to beckon the dog.

“Where's Dad?” You asked him as the German Shepherd walked up to you, wagging his tail. The dog tilted his head, looking up at you. “Even you don't know, huh?” You got up from your seat, kneeling down in front of the dog and gently patted his head. “Come on. Let's go find him.”

Noticing the door to the garage was open, you went in. Since the arrival of Dean’s beloved Impala, Jensen had been spending an ungodly amount of time in there, repairing and oiling the parts of the classic car and right now, the said actor was standing there in front of Baby with hands on his hips, admiring his handiwork.

Smacking your lips, you let your eyes roam over his body, taking in how his jeans clung low on his hips, the black shirt fitting his toned body perfectly, his piece of flannel lay abandoned on the garage floor. Your lips parted, a small sigh leaving them as Jensen's hand went up to his face, scratching his scruffy beard. You shivered ever so lightly at the memory of last night - the sweet burn of that beard you had felt as his sinful mouth was devouring you. The thought itself made a light blush creep up your neck, but you gathered yourself and asked, “How long have you been down here, Mr. Ackles?”

“Hey.” Jensen looked up at your words, smiling when he saw you. “Kinda lost track of time. Miss me already?”

“Mhm.” You slowly approached the man. Pecking his lips, you asked, “Is she all set for a ride?”

“Oh you bet she is.” Jensen smirked, quickly catching on to your innuendo. You let your eyes travel south of his body as he bent over to pick up a rag cloth and his black shirt rode up a little, giving you a glimpse of his stomach. Your mind instantly ran wild with thoughts involving a certain green eyed man and you in the backseat of a certain black car.

“Eyes up here, missus.” Jensen's voice pulled you out of your explicit thoughts and your eyes snapped up to meet with his green ones. Cleaning his hands, he threw the rag on the floor. “So what brought you down here, sweetheart?” He husked.

Your breath hitched in your throat when you heard his pet name for you. Very often, you had noticed that the thin line between the actor and character had started getting blurred even when Jensen was home - this was one of those times.

“You look very….Dean, you know.” You said, ignoring his question, “Except this.” You touched his bearded face to emphasise your words. Jensen made quick work of shutting the hood before looking at you again.

“You didn't seem to mind it last night when you were begging me for more.” His lips tugged up in a smirk. “I bet you are thinking about it right now, aren't ya?”

‘Fuck, how did he know?’ You wondered, but all your rational thoughts flew out of the window when he took your hand in his, entangling his fingers with yours. Jensen's other hand moved to your waist, holding you tightly, pulling you dangerously close to his body. You placed your free hand on your husband's shoulder to steady yourself when he leaned in, claiming your lips with his pink, plump ones, his beard tickling your face a little. Jensen's fingers untangled themselves from yours and his other hand left your waist and both moved up to cup your face.

Moaning, you hooked your hands behind his neck as his teeth grazed your lip. Your knees buckled under his hypnotic touch as he slipped his tongue into your mouth . Your whole body tingled , your eyes slipped closed, and your toes curling as his tongue explored every inch of your mouth. You felt your lungs screaming for air until Jensen finally let go of your lips. You opened your eyes and saw him staring at you, his eyes blown with lust. He slammed you against the door of the car.

You gasped when his hands sneaked under your shirt. With one swift movement of his hand, Jensen lifted your shirt over your head, throwing it on the ground, leaving you in just your bra. His hands pinned yours down to the side as he moved closer to you, his growing excitement pressed against your thigh. He hungrily attacked your lips once more. You had barely caught your breath when his mouth started to move downwards.

“Jay-” you whined when he nipped on the pulse point in your neck, Jensen let go of your hands, cupping your face as he whispered against your neck, “Jay what, baby?” The feel of his lips sent shivers down your spine. He ran his hand down your body, stopping at the waistband of your slacks.

“I-” you sucked in a deep breath when his fingers dipped below the waistband of your slacks, brushing against your already dampened cotton panties, pulling a soft whimper out of your lips.

“Baby, you're soaked.” He husked. “Tell me sweetheart, how long have you thinkin’ about getting fucked in the backseat?”

“L-long-” the words got stuck in your throat when he pinched your inner thigh.

“Didn't hear you. Say it louder.” He growled into your ear, his beard grazing past the skin on your neck. “Say it, baby.”

“Long e-enough.” Jensen hummed as his hand teasingly circled around your clothed core, pinching and squeezing the skin of your inner thighs.

“Fucking tease.” You whined at the sudden loss of touch when he pulled out his hand.

“What do you want? Tell me.” He smirked, looking into your eyes.

“Fuck me.”

And that's all it took for Jensen to open the door to the backseat of the Impala before nudging you to go in. You did so in with shaky legs and slid across the seat. Jensen lifted his shirt over his head with one swift motion of his wrist before undoing his belt. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your slacks and pulled them off, along with your ruined panties. Smirking again, he climbed into the car beside you, closing the door behind him. Unhooking your bra, Jensen's hands moved up to your breasts, kneading and massaging them. His fingers caressed your stiff nipples before his mouth latched onto one sensitive bud. He flicked your nipple gently while his fingers worked on the other one.

“Fuck-” you moaned aloud, your voice bouncing off the closed doors of the Chevrolet. Stopping the assault on your nipple, his mouth started to move down after placing a kiss on the valley between your breasts. He caressed your entire torso, his mouth trailing kisses down your body before he gently pushed your legs apart, dipping his head down to your heated core. He left a trail of wet kisses up your thigh, his beard leaving a sweet burn on your skin in its wake.

His hot breath fanned against your throbbing pussy. He looked up at you before pushing one of his fingers inside you, eliciting a moan out of you. He pumped hard twice before adding a second finger.

“Fuck-” you moaned.

“That's exactly what I'm planning on to do.” Jensen rasped, as he increased the pace, curling his fingers inside you, brushing past your g-spot repeatedly. You sucked in a sharp breath when he pulled out his fingers and his mouth latched onto your aching pussy. You arched your back at his action. Your hands moved down, fingers getting tangled up in his long hair, pulling a low growl out of him, the vibrations of it edging you over.

“Jen-oh shit!” You exclaimed as he hungrily devoured you, his tongue repeatedly assaulting your sensitive pussy, sucking needily on your bundle of nerves. You felt the coil in your stomach tighten before a wave of pleasure washed over you.

“Shit!” You gasped as Jensen’s tongue lapped your juices hungrily. Panting, you tried to come down from your high as you saw him lift himself up slightly to get rid of his jeans. Your eyes were drawn towardson his noticeable bulge. Moving your hands near him, you reached out to palm his hardened cock through his boxers.

“Fuck baby-” Jensen groaned before grasping you by your wrist.

“If you keep doing that, I won't last long.” He purred, pulling his boxers down and discarding them somewhere on the front seat. His erection sprung free from his confines. Taking his hardened cock in his hand, he gave it a few strokes, running his hand up and down his shaft, the tip beaded with precum. He lined himself with your dripping entrance. His swollen tip teasingly nudged at your opening before he pushed himself into you.

“Oh-” you hissed, the sensation painful at first, but your mouth fell open in an inaudible moan as that pain turned into pleasure. “You need to m-move.” You said. He lifted himself up, pulling out of you leaving only the tip of his engorged cock inside you, before pushing back in again, deeper than before. You bucked your hips to match with his rhythm. Locking his fingers with yours, Jensen kept thrusting deep into you as you finally settled in a sync with him.

With every thrust, you inched closer to your release as both your breathing became ragged. The car’s confined space was filled with needy moans and deep breaths. Jensen buried his face in the crook of your neck as you felt the coil in your stomach tightening once more. He nibbled on your skin. You freed your hands from his grip and placed them on the small of his back as your nails dug into his skin.

“Fuck-Y/N!” He exclaimed and your nails dug deeper, his breath tickling your neck along with his beard.

“‘M close,” you breathed out.

“Mhm. That's it, baby, just like that, let it go.” Jensen rasped, as his thrusts became sloppy. Your coil finally snapped as a wave of sheer ecstasy washed over you.

“Fuck! Fuck! Jensen!” You cried out as you felt yourself coming undone. A few more thrusts and Jensen spilled himself into you, a grunt falling out of his lips, as his seed coated your walls. He collapsed on top of you, trying to catch his breath. Pecking your lips, he pulled out of you. You stared up at the foggy glass windows as Jensen reached for his boxers. Opening the door, he stepped out in all his naked glory. You sat up in the seat, also naked, as you watched him pull his boxers and jeans back up, leaving his belt unbuckled.

As Jensen turned his back to grab his shirt, you whispered loud enough for him to hear, “The backseat of Baby surely now has some stains and stories.”

Feedback is highly appreciated!

[newsatsix1986]

The prop department behind this show are incredible.

Not only did they truly make the magazine which Helen and Dale were doing the photo shoot for - the Australian Woman’s Day, they properly wrote an article to go along with the photos.

It took a lot of very close deciphering, but I was able to write down as much of it as I could. I hope it makes sense to you all. It’s adorable and romantic - discussing the first kiss, their Russell Street worries, Helen and Val becoming close that day, and how they knew that they found the other person quite attractive.

Happy reading, friends xoxo

Page One:

Title: Glamour, News and Romance - The Golden Couple of News.

There’s romance in the News At Six newsroom, and everyone is watching.

They are the celebrity couple that has set Melbourne ablaze.

From their luminous first kiss that eclipsed a comet, to chasing the Chamberlains in steamy Darwin, to their love galvanising in the wake of the Russell Street Bombing - Dale Jennings and Helen Norville’s romance has blossomed before our eyes.

We sat down with the golden couple of news to get an exclusive sneak peek into the lovers’ lives.

Every day as Melburnians wake, Dale is already in the newsroom; focused, primed, combing through the latest stories.

As a part of the hard-working News At Six team, he never quite knows what his day will look like, where he might be sent at the drop of the hat.

The one constant of his working life? When Helen Norville strides into his office, his heart skips a beat.

“It’s always an event when she arrives,” Dale tells me, laughing. “Heads turn, every time.”

We’re sitting on spacious lounges on the hot new cafe in Fitzroy, Arrondissement X. Sitting beside him is Helen, carelessly gorgeous in a mauve and teal blouse with puffed sleeves and a pleated grey skirt. She slaps Dale’s arm, bashful, then nuzzles closer to him.

“It’s true!” Dale continues. “There’s a magnetism about her. An energy. She just lights up the room.”

But for Helen, it’s Dale who has that certain je ne sais quoi. And whatever it is, it’s ruined her for other men.

Dale’s unlike any other guy I know,” she says. “He’s warm and kind, but also driven and strong. And he’s a great listener. When you’re talking to him, you feel like you’re the only person in the world.”

The story is legendary now. Dale was Helen’s surprise date for Geoff Walters’ 60th birthday party the night Halley’s Comet passed overhead.

We were denied a good look at the comet, but partygoers received an even more spectacular view.

It was on that balmy February night; rubbing shoulders with Melbourne’s elite amidst a once-in-a-lifetime celestial event, that Dale kissed Helen for the very first time.

“It was a surprise, to be honest,” Helen professes. “I’d invited Dale as a dear colleague, but when he kissed me something just clicked. It felt totally right.”

And despite how picture perfect the moment was - with half of Melbourne’s press just a few faces away - Dale insists it was completely unplanned.

“It was just a spur of the moment thing,” he tells me. “I mean, I didn’t think Helen would go for a guy like me, but she looked so stunning. I thought, “Come on mate, what are you waiting for?”

So began the romance that has captured the hearts of viewers across the nation.

But what events led to that magical moment? To date, Dale and Helen have been cagey about the origins of their romance...until now.

“It really started when Dale was assigned to produce me.” Helen explains. “It’s no secret that I’ve gone through a few producers in my time, blokes who didn’t take me seriously as a journalist. I knew right away that Dale was different. He wanted to work with me, not over me.”

“Helen had really bold ideas for special reports,” Dale adds. “I was drawn to her passion like a moth to a very glamorous flame.”

Page Two

These reports have now become a Monday evening staple - and one of the biggest ratings draw for News At Six.

It’s clear Melbourne can’t get enough of the romantically-entangled reporting duo - a dynamic that crystallised when Dale reporter live from a scorched Russell Street on 27th March.

Viewers the state over shared with Helen’s fear for Dale’s life, and her relief she felt when she saw he’d made it out unscathed.

“It was one of the most stressful days of my life.” Helen says, clutching Dale’s hand in hers. “Not only did we experience an awful attack on our city, there were hours where I didn’t know if Dale was safe. My feelings for him crystallised in that moment. I knew I loved him. Deeply.”

“Absolutely. Same for me,” Dale echoes. He grows solemn and his eyes glaze over - clearly reliving the horrific events of that day. In a strange way, it was the perfect moment for them to say “I love you.” It was the first time Helen met Dale’s mother! “We’d arranged a dinner for that night!” Helen says. “Of course, that got put aside. But she and I grew close that day.”

So how is our newly-minted media royality adjusting to life in the spotlight?

“It’s been strange getting used to it all.” Dale admits. “I get stopped in the street now - not as much as Helen, but blokes recognise me at the pub.”

But for the most part, it’s business as usual.

“We work hard, we’re passionate about what we do, and we’re passionate about each other,” Helen says.

I can’t help but ask Helen, “Is Dale as passionate in private as he is in public?”

She giggles, as Dale goes red. “Let’s just say we have no issues in that department,” she says, winking. It’s enough to bring the temperature in this cool French bistro up a few degrees!

As Helen steals a kiss from her blushing beau, I’m reminded of the couple’s enduring appeal. Who wouldn’t invite them into their living room of the evening?

While Geoff Walters has announced his imminent return to the desk, his recent health scare has shown the veteran newsreader is not as invincible as he previously seemed. I ask Dale and Helen if we might see them together on the desk, someday soon.

“Oh, we haven’t even moved in together yet!” Helen laughs. “Right now, we’re focusing on supporting each other to do good work and keep Melbourne informed.”

The couple are admirably humble about their ambitions. All the while as I wave them goodbye and watch them walk down Brunswick Street arm in arm, it’s hard not to think of them as the future of news; young, smart, totally in love, and with the whole world at their feet.”

Episode Six - Chernobyl (and a sweet magazine article)

Edited to include the full story! Thank you @dontwanderoff for linking me to the full article on Twitter!

[peaceoutofthepieces]

Prompt 25 ("I could kiss you right now!") + VDS? 💖☀️

25. “I could kiss you right now!”

Lucas examines the name on the package with a grin and immediately rushes back to his room, grateful that his laptop is already booted up. It still takes a little too long to start up a call with Jens, but it’s made up by how quickly the boy answers. He greets Lucas with a smile and a low ‘hey’ and Lucas works very hard not to melt. He does smile back very widely, though. Then he notices that Jens is wearing his navy coat and wind is rustling the hair poking out from under his hood. The background of his call is simply a white wall, however, so Lucas can’t figure out where he is.

His brow furrows. “Are you outside? Sorry, I didn’t think this might be a bad time.”

“Nah, it’s fine,” Jens brushes off, smile not faltering a bit. “I was out with Robbe. What are you looking so happy about?”

“I’m always happy to see you,” Lucas immediately responds. Jens huffs quietly and cocks a brow, and Lucas sheepishly raises the package.

Jens’s grin widens. “Good, you got it. But you haven’t even opened it yet. How do you know you should be excited?”

“It’s from you, and I can’t fucking believe you. I know what it is.”

“Do you really.” It’s not a question, but it sounds amused. “What is it, then?”

Lucas tears the packaging open in answer and gapes, even though he was right. Inside is a small replica of Van Gogh’s ‘Irises’, made entirely in a collage of recycled fabric held in a frame. The last piece of a collection Lucas had been carefully curating for the past couple of years. By the time he got the money to buy it a few weeks ago, it had already been sold.

Before that, he’d told Jens about it.

“Jens,” Lucas breathes. “Why did you do that?”

He looks back at the screen and finds Jens looking sheepish, shifting his shoulders as he glances away. “It would’ve been gone before you could get it.”

“You didn’t have the money to spend, either. Or at least, you shouldn’t have spent it on me.”

Jens rolls his shoulder and his eyes as he looks back at Lucas. “I had some saved up. And I still do. Consider it an early birthday present, if it makes you feel better.”

“Birthday and Christmas,” Lucas mumbles, even though he’s still beaming, holding the frame in awe. He carries it over to his dresser and props it against the wall, next to a similar re-creation of Banksy’s ‘Balloon Girl’. Then he lifts his laptop and turns it around to show Jens, who nods his approval and grins back.

“Nice,” Jens says. “It reminded me of you, that painting.”

A laugh bubbles out of Lucas. “Flowers?” he asks, settling on his bed again.

“Irises,” Jens corrects, looking much too soft and serious all of a sudden. “You know they represent faith and hope? They can mean admiration too.”

Lucas hums. “The white one’s most likely for purity, though.”

“A.k.a, you.”

Lucas snorts. “Me?”

“Yep. All of it. I have faith in you and I admire you, and your heart’s pure. It’s all for you.”

That’s not exactly the response Lucas was expecting. Warmth rushes into his cheeks, and he ducks his head as if that will stop it, unable to hold Lucas’s gaze anymore. He looks back at the gift once more and shakes his head. “Fuck, Jens, it’s perfect. Thank you.”

Jens shakes his head, suddenly bashful again. “It’s no big deal.”

“Are you serious?” Lucas demands. “Jens, I could kiss you right now!”

He realises his mistake when Jens goes quiet and looks away, pursing his lips slightly. Lucas’s own heart falls in understanding, at the reminder that he can’t kiss Jens, no matter how much he wants to or how much Jens deserves the affection. They’ve already surpassed the stage where he’d have to worry if Jens would even want such a thing, but the admittance of mutual feelings has only seemed to make things worse.

Besides, any doubt would be shot down immediately by Jens doing something like this. Lucas really could kiss him. He debates kissing his screen, at least in the hopes of bringing Jens’s smile back.

Before he can, Jens is looking at him again and wearing a nervous expression. “What if you actually could?”

“Then I would,” Lucas says softly. “No question.”

Jens considers him for a moment, then goes blurry as the camera shakes and he gets to his feet. Lucas is confused until Jens flips his camera around and Lucas sees a very familiar house.

His house.

“Do you wanna come out, then? I’m getting kinda cold,” Jens says.

Lucas can’t see him anymore, but he can tell he’s smiling. Lucas himself is gaping, staring at his screen incredulously for a few seconds before racing into the hallway.

He skids on his way to the door, almost knocking his shoulder into it before he catches himself. Then he throws the door open and finds Jens standing in front of him.

Jens.

Here.

In front of him.

In Utrecht.

Lucas subtly pinches his leg to check if he’s dreaming. It hurts.

Jens lowers his phone slowly, grinning dopily with his eyes locked on Lucas. Then he says, again, “Hey.”

Lucas melts. “Hi,” he breathes.

He isn’t sure who reaches for who first, only that his hands end up on Jens’s waist and Jens’s hands are gently cupping his face, thumbs stroking over his cheekbones with unbearably delicate care. The kiss, however, they both move into at once.

Maybe he should have waited longer after only physically seeing Jens for the first time, but he thinks they’ve probably waited long enough as it is. He doesn’t care either way. Jens is here, looking infinitely kissable and feeling incredible, and Lucas had told him he would kiss him if he could. Jens has proved that he listens to Lucas, so Lucas should prove his words trustworthy.

He also just really doesn’t care. He’s kissing Jens. Why would anything else matter?

“Good gift, then?” Jens mumbles, slightly teasing, an indiscernible amount of time later. His voice sounds even better in person. Lucas is so distracted by it he can only hum and pull Jens into another kiss in response.

Dialogue Prompts

[pepethehobbit]

“What have you done?”

In honor of Nathan Bouts cutting his hair. RIP fluffy, wavy hair, you will be dearly missed. (Ao3)

Jens has been weirdly cryptic with his text messages the whole day, telling him he has a surprise for him later and that he shouldn't freak out when he comes over tonight. Lucas has no idea what to expect. There are no important dates coming up, no anniversaries or birthdays or any thing of the sorts. He knows, because he's been triple checking the calendar and it's not like they are pretty big on anniversaries anyways. It stresses him out a bit because he really doesn't like the loss of control that comes with surprises. Lucas likes to be prepared for everything, doesn't like not knowing what awaits him. Jens knows this and respects that even though he still, to this day, after two years of dating, keeps surprising Lucas with little gifts and random things that he claims made him think of his boyfriend. Lucas has come to accept those little surprises, cherishes them even. The look on Jens' face when he gives them over to him, poorly concealed excitement behind a mask of fake indifference, only because he picked up a stone that was shaped like a heart and wanted Lucas to have it. At the start of their relationship Lucas has been wary of this kind of affection, didn't quite know how to handle it. He wasn't used to this obvious show of appreciation, didn't know what it was like to be loved like this. The first few times his instinct had told him to refuse them, especially if Jens paid money for the gift but when he saw how Jens was quick to hide the disappointment behind his eyes he decided to ask him why he does it.

Jens looked surprised at the question and he kept his gaze on Lucas for a while, considering. But then he turned his face downwards, seeming bashful and nervous, not able to look Lucas in the eyes. “I don't know, I guess I just like to give you things that make you think of me. I want you to have them, because I thought you would like them and they made me think of you, too.” The answer swirled around in Lucas' brain, looking for any insincerity behind the words, he couldn't find any, just as well as when Jens locked eyes with him again and he saw nothing but genuine affection. That evening was the first time Lucas has said 'I love you' to Jens.

But even though he learned to love Jens little surprises, they usually didn't come with a warning, so Lucas has every right to be nervous as heck as he walks up the stairs to Jens' flat share. He has been wrecking his brain for what Jens could possibly be up to but nothing could've prepared him for the scene that reveals itself in front of him when Jens opens the door to the apartment. Lucas stops dead in his tracks, raises a hand to his mouth, open from the shock.

“What have you done?” At the quick look of disappointment that crossed Jens' face he knows that he maybe should have tried to dial down on the appalled tone in his voice. But the look on Jens' face is quickly restored with his usual confidence and he raises his eyebrows in a challenge. “You don't like it?”

Lucas says nothing but he finally crosses the last distance that separates them and slowly raises his hands to Jens head. Where he would usually find his fingers tangled in soft and almost curly strands of raven brown hair he feels nothing but the tingling sensation of a buzz cut. He can't stop staring at it, can't stop staring at Jens. He continues to get used to the new feeling of Jens' hair under his hands, having never seen Jens wearing it short. Lucas only knows him with his too-cool-for-you-skater-boy look. He realizes that he hasn't said anything when Jens clears his throat and his voice is void of all the cocky confidence from just minutes before: “Luc? Do you hate it?”

It's enough to shake Lucas out of his stupor and he focuses his gaze on Jens' eyes instead. He sees genuine worry behind them, as if Lucas' opinion was of the upmost importance. A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips and to emphasize his next words he pulls Jens in by the back of neck where his hands had settled and kisses him firmly on the mouth, his hands exploring the unusual sensation of having nothing to tug on while he swipes his tongue over Jens' bottom lip, causing a breathy gasp and the opportunity to explore Jens' mouth even further. Lucas reluctantly pulls back after a few minutes and slowly opens his eyes to find Jens staring at him with wonder in his eyes.

“Jens, do you even know how hot you are?” Lucas asks in all earnest. Jens lets out a startled laugh with a lovely blush beginning to climb up his cheeks and Lucas takes his time to appreciate the spreading color on Jens' face. It doesn't happen very often that he makes Jens blush, usually it's the other way around.

“I take it you like it then?”

“Yes, I definitely like it. Don't get me wrong, I need to get used to this, I'm not used to having nothing to grab but I think I will manage,” Lucas replies with a smirk and there it is again, the little blush deepening even further.

“If I knew this is how you would react to me cutting my hair I would have cut it a lot sooner.” Jens seems to have regained his footing, continuing their flirting with an ease that comes with a comforting familiarity.

“I love you.” Lucas replies simply, unable to stop his smiling. Jens answering smile is full of fondness. He raises a hand and places it gently on Lucas' face, softly stroking his cheekbone and then pulls him into another kiss, much gentler and softer than the first. Jens doesn't have to say it back because Lucas feels it in Jens' soft press of his lips on his and in the tender movements of his fingers, still caressing his face. When he draws back, he simply grabs Lucas's hand and pulls him silently into the apartment and straight into the direction of his bedroom, forgoing saying hello to his room mates. Lucas faintly hears Sander calling after them, complaining that Lucas is ignoring his best friend, but with the way Jens is looking at him right now, he couldn't care less.