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subwaytostardew · 9 months

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man this mod is adorable. Im excited to see the subway boys as parents if you choose to implement that

I'm glad that you think so! We actually filled out all of the dialogue prompts regarding submas having children so, yes, you can become parents with them. Whether or not they're good at it.... well.....

We tried to keep things as realistic as possible between them while following the same kind of prompts found within the parenting dialogue for the vanilla characters (which... includes more awkward things like how they would hint at wanting a second child... ;;>.>)

For Ingo, we thought would have a better time being a parent than his brother, since he's the customer service representative between them and would be more experienced in taking care of others/children. Emmet..... would try his best! He would struggle more with things.... he's not the the best with people in general, let alone children. Emmet is more used to taking care of Pokémon and has a lower tolerance for usual child things like making messes or not following whatever rules he sets (they're babies... they can't read or understand him...) and he gets frustrated about that. That's not to say that Ingo doesn't have his share of struggles, either! They love their children, but they both get terribly worried and stressed about them.

The both of them do enjoy being uncles to each other's children, though! They always talk about each other and make sure to visit often (.... pretend children ever actually leave the house in Stardew lol).

You can see all of the parenthood related lines under the readmore! ("OneKid" indicates the farmer having one child, with "TwoKid" indicating having two children)

▷ Station Steward Thylak

▲ Ingo ▲

"OneKid_0": "Our little conductor has been quite curious as of late! [Kid Name] has been running around at full-steam! Even Chandelure has not been able to keep up with them!"

"OneKid_1": "I hope you don’t mind if I take [Kid Name] with me to the station sometime! Emmet has been wanting to show them how a steam train works! Of course, they won’t quite understand the complexities of a locomotive just yet, but I’m sure that he would allow them to sound the whistle! Since [Kid Name] already enjoys the sound of a wooden train whistle- well- I can’t wait for them to hear the real thing!"

"OneKid_2": "I have noticed that our little conductor seems a bit lonely as of late.... Do not worry, my dear. [Kid Name] is happy and healthy! Though, I can’t help but think they are missing something..... I’m not sure what. Perhaps it will come to me at a later time. For now, they seem content with playing with the Pokémon! Why, Excadrill has been attempting to teach them how to dig outside! Which.... leads to the problem of them tracking mud everywhere…. Ghuugh… I’ll see if Garbador can help with cleanup."

"OneKid_3": "[Farmer Name]... our little conductor has been having an issue falling asleep at night. They have become quite the troublesome Noctowl.... On top of that- when they do sleep, they are like a Snorlax. I cannot get them to wake! I feel as if [Kid Name] has inherited my sleeping habits, as I do make it a habit to be up quite late during work hours and, well, you know how I can get in the early mornings. Perhaps a visit to Dr. Harvey can give us an idea how to adjust their schedule! They are still growing and need a proper schedule!"

"TwoKid_0": "It fills the firebox that is my heart with joy seeing [Kid Name] and [Second Kid Name] play together. They have certainly become their own two-car train. Much like myself and Emmet when we were kids.... [Kid Name] cares a considerable amount for [Second Kid Name]. I should perhaps take them to see Emmet."

"TwoKid_1": "[Farmer Name]... are you alright with our little conductors leaving home someday? Of course, it’s in the far off future.... but, I cannot help but worry about what's to come. Why, alongside my brother, I went off on a Pokémon journey just like most other children do when they reach the age of 10, of course others start a bit later in their teens... To travel and see the world with Pokémon... it is a life changing experience. You learn a lot and are never alone. No matter what tracks [Kid Name] and [Second Kid Name] choose in life, I will support them every step of the way. I will always encourage them to aim for greater heights! Aah... apologies, my dearest..... Emmet may be right about my hairline if I keep worrying about unplaced tracks."

"TwoKid_2": "[Second Kid Name] has become quite fussy with their food as of late. Why, they keep feeding Garbador the vegetables you have worked so hard to grow! Perhaps there is a texture they dislike..... It is quite the problem. I also believe [Kid Name] is hiding their food as well...... Uuugh... I hope Emmet and I were not like this towards Drayden when we were younger. Though. I wouldn’t doubt it if we were!"

"TwoKid_3": "I noticed today that [Second Kid Name] was upset about something. I was about to check up on them when [Kid Name] stepped in and cheered them up! I can’t help but be proud of them both... I hope that they continue on these tracks, with no end terminal in sight! Sorry dear, for derailing a bit..... I can’t help but miss my own brother at times! Our children both remind me greatly of when we were little conductors ourselves! Though, I know I can see him anytime, as his tracks are right around the corner! Perhaps I should plan to take them both to visit their favorite uncle!"

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▽ Emmet ▽

"OneKid_0": "I am Emmet. I've never expected to be a father. I will be the best! Yup! I will make sure [Kid Name] is verrrry happy! I am nervous, though. What if I mess up? Is this what Drayden felt? If it is, then it is not a nice feeling. Nope."

"OneKid_1": "I am Emmet. I have to pay attention to [Kid Name]. I do not want Eelektross or Galvantula to accidentally shock them. That will be verrrrrrry bad! They are not used to Electric-type Pokémon. Joltik should be okay though. They do not conduct their own electricity... and if they do accidentally exert it, it is like a static shock. I may be immune to paralysis now, but I remember static not being that bad. A kid can handle it. I did. I'm fine now. Unstoppable, even! Eelektross will have to learn to be verrrry gentle though. But do not worry darling. [Kid Name] will be okay! Worst case, I'll protect them!"

"OneKid_2": "[Kid Name] seems lonely. They play with plenty of Pokémon. But they have no one to share their experience with.... I can't imagine growing up like that. I am Emmet. I was always a two-car train with Ingo. I think it would be verrrrrrrrry lonely without him. I wonder if we would have been okay with only our Pokémon.... That makes me rather sad to think about. Nevermind. Maybe I'm projecting. I am Emmet. [Kid Name] is [Kid Name]. Maybe they would be better with a sibling. Maybe they're fine as they are now. It is what it is."

"OneKid_3": "I am Emmet! I will be taking [Kid Name] to see Ingo at the station! It will be verrrry exciting for [Kid Name] to learn about trains! Ingo is a verrrry good Uncle! Yup! However, he spoils [Kid Name]..... That is not good if he accidentally praises them for breaking a verrrrry important rule..... [Kid Name] will be on their best behavior! Yup! It is verrrry important at the Railroad to follow all safety checks and operating procedures! Follow the rules. Safe driving. Follow the schedule. Everybody smile! Check Safety! Right, [Kid Name], you will be verrrry well behaved! All aboard!"

"TwoKid_0": "I am Emmet... I am verrrry happy to have [Kid Name] and [Second Kid Name]. I love them verrry much. They have become a two-car train. They look out for each other. However, they are trouble makers..... They get into everything. Yup. Galvantula has tried to help, but she has her Joltiks to worry about. [Kid Name] and [Second Kid Name] are our little Joltiks."

"TwoKid_1": "[Second Kid Name] keeps on pulling on Archeops' tail. He is being verrrrry patient with them. But he cannot fly away, as he is not good with flying. So he is stuck with [Second Kid Name]... [Kid Name] keeps leading themself into trouble. I found them hiding in a laundry basket. Yup. They made a mess everywhere. Durant has been helping with finding them, as they run around everywhere. They have a lot of energy! Too much energy…. They are a speeding train with no end in sight!"

"TwoKid_2": "I am Emmet. I am getting verrry annoyed at Ingo. He says I can be a bit too hard on our kids.... But there are rules that [Kid Name] and [Second Kid Name] must follow! Safety checks are verrrrrry important. Especially around our Pokémon. They may break the rules. Or plan behind my back. Thinking that I am not watching…. But I see them. They are verrrrry quick learners though. I cannot stop them. I should apologize to Ingo for teasing him about his hair. Having [Kid Name] and [Second Kid Name] has made me verrrrry worried for their safety! I just want them to grow up to be the best! Yup! But it is verrry difficult! Because they do not follow any rules!"

"TwoKid_3": "[Second Kid Name] has become verrrry competitive. They think everything is a game..... Do you think [Second Kid Name] will be a good Pokémon Trainer? The tracks of becoming a Pokémon Trainer are verrrrrry far away. I went on a journey with Ingo when I was 10! Just like everyone else! Yup! If [Kid Name] and [Second Kid Name] decide to go on a Pokémon Journey. I will miss them and worry about them everyday. But I know they will be the best! With you by my side, [Farmer Name], I know I will be okay with our little Joltiks leaving to pursue their own dreams. But for now. They need us! They are toddlers! Verrrrrry troublesome toddlers...."

#mail car connecting line #subway to stardew #The twins are total uncleguys #Fathers.......................... well.................. they try #Make them into parents and they'll go bald in no time #Personally I can't imagine it going particularly well but if you really want to see what happens.... go for it #Thank you Kade for writing most of this and figuring it out ^^;;; there isn't a paternal bone in my body it'd be a trainwreck #ALSO there's no way to have dialogue change based on kid genders so all of your kids are they/thems I hope that's okay

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avur-ray · 2 years

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Headcanons for stardew valley bachelors with a s/o who is always tired

Shane

- I feel like Shane would be the type to just silently notice and not say anything about the farmer always being tired at first

- at first

- He’d also get sick quickly if the farmer always being tired so he’d make sure the farmer has a good sleep schedule

- overall sort of helpful

Elliot

- he’d immediately notice and tell the farmer to get more sleep

- would try to convince reader why sleep is important

- he probably gets tired once the sun sets or some shit and immediately goes to sleep

- talks about how he can write better since he sleeps and that can help the farmer with farming

-not that helpful but good try

Alex

- this dude wakes up super early so he probably goes to bed early too

- he definitely doesn’t notice till he sees that the farmer isn’t like playing sports with him because they’re tired

- whenever the farmer comes over he asks if they’ve slept and if not then they have to go home to sleep

- very helpful but kinda annoying

Sam

- I think he would take the longest to notice

- gets really concerned and asks the farmer to sleep in his room when they visit so he can make sure they sleep

- he forgot that they cant sleep in his room if he's playing guitar

- conflicted

- I'd say its helpful and cute

Sebastian

- Notices immediately

- doesn't say anything cause he does the same

- I feel like he'd offer the reader to sleep in his bed but wouldn't force them

- eh he didn't really try to not helpful

Harvey

- This dude is a doctor he's going to immediately notice and be concerned

- forces you to go home and rest

- "mad" at you for not taking care of your body

- scolds you but not in a mean way more in a concerned way

- very annoying

#stardew valley #headcanon #stardew alex #stardew elliott #stardew sam #stardew harvey #stardew sebastian #stardew shane

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immaturityofthomasastruc · 3 years

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Gabriel Agreste: Interesting Villain, Horrible Character (400 Follower Special)

I'm honestly surprised more people didn't want me to talk about Gabriel, especially with how often I rag on how horrible of a person he is. But, three character analysis posts later, and we're going to talk about why the main villain of Miraculous Ladybug is a real letdown.

Gabriel Needs to give the Whining a Rest

The interesting thing is one of the few things I actually liked in Season 3 was Hawkmoth. His plans actually made sense (for the most part), and by playing the long game, he managed to turn Chloe against Ladybug and deprived her of several key allies. Granted, Season 4 immediately undid the latter, but I was still impressed by his strategy.

Generally, one of the better aspects of Gabriel as a character was just how over the top he was as Hawkmoth. Keith Silverstein is clearly giving it his all with his performance, and he is just so enjoyable to watch as a cartoonish supervillain.

And therein lies the first major problem with Gabriel as a character. While he is fun to watch as a simple supervillain, the show tries to give him more depth and unintentionally makes him worse.

In Season 2, when it was revealed that Gabriel was Hawkmoth, many fans speculated on what he needed the Miraculous for, until the Queen Bee Trilogy showed it was to save his possibly dead wife, Emilie. The idea of that is so the show can give more depth to its main villain, and I think it's an interesting idea in concept. After all, the road to Hell is paved with good intentions.

The problem is just how radically different Gabriel is normally compared to how he is as Hawkmoth. He always goes on about how he's “doing this for Emilie”, but it's hard to really sympathize with him when you consider he constantly gives evil monologues and evil laughs, really getting into the supervillain role. And let's not forget all of the “I'm going to wear Ladybug's skin as a suit” faces he loves to make.

Clearly this man is the picture of mental stability.

Gabriel's motivation for being Hawkmoth when compared to what he actually does as Hawkmoth is shady enough, but the thing is that the writers clearly want the audience to at least feel a little bad for him. They want to make the audience sympathize with him despite the way he acts with or without the mask. Without Miraculous Ladybug, he is routinely putting innocent lives in danger and never once shows regret for his actions. All he talks about is how “he's doing this for Emilie”, or that “he'll get their Miraculous soon”. There's no real reason to feel bad for him other than “because the script says so”.

Let's compare Gabriel to Malcolm Merlyn from Arrow. His big plan in the first season of the show is to create a machine that will cause an earthquake to destroy a crime-infested portion of Starling City, claiming to be trying to help everyone, but it's clear he is only doing it out of revenge for his wife getting killed by a criminal from that part of the city. In addition, throughout that season and future seasons, he always makes sure his plans lead to him benefiting in some way, showing he isn't just some noble man trying to achieve his goals with a less than noble method.

If we got some moments that showed that what Gabriel was doing was selfish, it would make him a more complex villain. But we don't get anything like that. What do we get instead? Well...

I Could Really Care Less About Emilie Agreste

We have known Gabriel's motivation has been to save his wife for a little over two years at this point, but at the same time, it's hard to believe that motivation because of how underdeveloped Emilie is as a character.

There have been a total of two lines in the entirety of the show that explain what happened to Emilie, and they're both vague as hell. One of them was from “Feast” that implied Emilie used the broken Peacock Miraculous.

Adrien: My mom used to have dizzy spells… just like Nathalie.

And the other that outright tells the audience what's happening to her in a clip show that most people will skip.

Nathalie: As I've watched Emilie falling deeper into an endless sleep, my sadness for her has deepened, too

That is literally all we get for an explanation, and nothing else. We have no idea of what she's like as a person or what her relationship with her family was like other than Gabriel and Adrien saying they miss her. Other than the way the narrative says she's important to Gabriel and Adrien, we don't really have a reason to care about her as a character. There have also been some lines that imply she went along with Gabriel's questionable parenting techniques, like how he was apparently only homeschooled as a kid (Origins) and never had a birthday party growing up (The Bubbler), so how do we even know if she's a good person? In fact, why not set up this question as a mystery to make the audience wonder if Gabriel has another reason to bring Emilie back?

It ultimately turns Emilie into a plot device and not a character that Gabriel and Adrien only bring up to make the audience feel bad for them, and meant to justify Gabriel's actions by saying that he's “doing this for his family”.

But hey, if he's doing this all for his family, surely Gabriel's redeeming traits come from his relationship with Adrien, right? Right?

As a Parent, Gabriel is Far From the Best

I've talked about this briefly before, but parenting in Miraculous Ladybug is written in such a black and white way, even by the standards of this show. Parents are portrayed in one of two ways. They're either amazing people who love and support their children unconditionally, or they're awful people who treat their own children like trash. And much like a lot of things in this show, there are times where the latter is treated like the former.

There are so many times where the narrative insists on making you see Gabriel as a troubled, but wellmeaning person who tries his best to be a good parent to Adrien, but it is far from the truth.

I'm not going to beat around the bush. Gabriel is a terrible parent. Like, he is awful at being a parent in so many ways, even before you find out he's Hawkmoth. In his first appearance, “The Bubbler”, he delegates getting Adrien a birthday present to Nathalie, his assistant. He literally can't be bothered to take time out of his schedule to get his own son a present for his birthday. And as the show goes on, he becomes more controlling and forbids Adrien from going out with his friends in other episodes (Captain Hardrock, Silencer). While this could be used to show Gabriel getting worse, it's never acknowledged in-universe, with Adrien continually defending his father essentially keeping him on house arrest.

“But IOTA!” You might say. “Gabriel has made efforts to bond with his son in some episodes.” While that might be true, most of those come right after his Akumas have almost gotten Adrien killed. He only hugged Adrien and made an attempt to learn more about him after Simon Says invaded their home, he only decided to watch that movie Emilie was in with Adrien after Gorizilla nearly dropped him off a building, and he only hugged Adrien again in public after he was turned into a gold statue by Style Queen.

In fact, let's talk about how Gabriel acts in the Queen Bee Trilogy. He actually decides to quit being Hawkmoth, but it's not because he realizes all the damage he's caused. Instead, he gave up because his “magnum opus”, a stronger than usual Akuma that only got the advantage on Ladybug ironically because of dumb luck, failed. Sure, he says he can't keep putting his son in danger, but he rarely ever acknowledges that he does so in the first place. When Riposte wanted to fight Adrien, Hawkmoth did nothing to stop her other than giving her a stern warning earlier on and nothing else. Where was this attitude earlier?

Hell, even then, he immediately goes back to being Hawkmoth as soon as he sees an opportunity, not even a day after his “mAgNuM oPuS” blew up in his face (because I guess Scarletmoth was just Plan B). If he made such a big deal about caring for his son, why didn't he try harder to spend time with him? Has he ever had doubts about what he's doing before? If Chloe didn't show up as Queen Bee, was he going to follow through on his promise and try to be a better father to Adrien instead of trying to get Ladybug and Cat Noir's Miraculous?

And yeah, the whole irony is that Gabriel is doing this for his family when he is unknowingly fighting his own son, which could lead to some interesting drama if done right. The idea of how Gabriel would react to his son being Cat Noir could really lead to some internal struggles for him to go through. But then we got “Cat Blanc”, which shows just how terrible of a character Gabriel is.

In an alternate timeline where he found out his son was Cat Noir, what does Gabriel do? Does he try to steal Adrien's Miraculous while he's sleeping? Does he reconsider his actions or realize he was endangering Adrien's life?

NOPE! He just decides to akumatize him all while emotionally tormenting him, before causing the end of the world.

This is honestly one of the most appalling things I've ever seen in any TV show, because it's basically an abusive father ordering his son to listen to him all while referencing his (kind of) dead mother to back up his point. And rather than use this to show how despicable Gabriel is, the episode decides to blame Marinette for this happening. Yes, according to the show, her present to Adrien caused several events to happen which caused Cat Blanc, but this logic makes no sense. It's like blaming the JFK assassination on the man who sold a gun to Lee Harvey Oswald, instead of, you know, Lee Harvey Oswald.

Not only was this episode yet another excuse to blame Marinette for something that wasn't her fault, it leads into the biggest problem I have with Gabriel as a character.

Sympathize with Gabriel? Surely, You Jest

After everything I've gone over regarding Gabriel as a character, after all the awful things I've talked about, are you really surprised that I don't feel bad for him at all?

Gabriel is just an awful character and a despicable human being, but the show just keeps wanting me to feel bad for him. It's just so hard to when you consider everything he's done has made him anything but sympathetic. I'm just saying, it's kind of hard to feel bad for someone who tries to start World War III with the only justification being “i'M dOiNg It FoR mY fAmIlY”, especially when he treats his family like crap.

The writers go out of their way to show how horrible Gabriel is as Hawkmoth/Shadowmoth, but they think because they throw in a few moments where he looks conflicted, we'll immediately feel bad for him. What makes so many people interested in seeing Chloe become a better person is that they can tell she's the victim of a troubled upbringing, and know that because she's only a teenager, she still has room to grow as a person, represented by having more honest moments of vulnerability. Gabriel is a grown man who once caused the apocalypse because of how terrible of a parent he is, and has even fewer sympathetic moments than Chloe does. Which one of these two is supposedly irredeemable? The answer may surprise you.

But the frustrating thing is that this kind of villain could have worked. Instead of making him this mustache-twirling psychopath, show how much Gabriel regrets what he has to do, but keeps pushing onward despite all the lives he's risking if it means that he can save his wife. Instead of making Gabriel like Lex Luthor, make him like Mr. Freeze, who is basic a better written version of him.

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But as it stands, there's a good reason why Gabriel gets little to no respect as a character in the Miraculous Ladybug fandom, as a villain, or as a father.

#immaturity of thomas astruc #iota #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug salt #gabriel agreste #hawkmoth #hawk moth #shadowmoth #shadow moth #emilie agreste #adrien agreste #cat noir #chat noir #cat blanc #chat blanc #nathalie sancoeur #mayura #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug

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scullyverse · 3 years

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Eight Weeks

Prompt by anon;

“Really? You wanna have sex...Here? Now?”

I had a lot of fun writing this one, and I adore the relationship between Mulder and Scully here. This is actually the 1st part of a 2 part fic combination with another prompt. So stay tuned for part 2 in the future!

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Scully’s sudden hormones cause some unexpected ‘activities’ to happen while they are on a stake out. Set in the time period after ‘All Things’ and before ‘Requiem’.

Mulder/Scully || Filth || 7.7k words || Rating E (Explicit for smut)

“I’m starting to think you got some false information.”

Scully sighed as she lowered the pair of binoculars from her eyes, her gaze falling to Mulder.

“Dawson said that Harvey would be here around 10pm. It is now 1 am and he still hasn’t shown his face. We’ve been here 3 hours, Mulder. I’m tired, it’s hot and I think we both need to get some rest.”

They had been out on this case for the last few days, jumping from lead to lead. Mulder had happily chased every dangled clue and Scully had obediently followed; mostly because she had been so exhausted lately that she really didn’t have enough energy to argue with him about how obvious it was that he was being led around in circles.

They had both been run to exhaustion with a seemingly endless circulation of cases and paperwork and it seemed to Scully that she hadn’t slept in her own bed in weeks. She couldn’t speak for Mulder, but she knew it was certainly starting to take a toll on her; both physically and emotionally.

The last week or so she had been feeling slightly dizzy and she had started to get nauseous; much to her embarrassment with how many times she had to ask Mulder to pull the car over so she could bring up what little amount of breakfast she had managed to keep down that morning. She was certain that it was nothing to worry about and had told Mulder that every time he asked her if she was okay. She just needed to get home and sleep in her own bed and get her body back to running on something other than pure adrenaline and coffee.

“Come on Scully, we are so close with this, I can feel it. I know you haven’t been feeling the best so why don’t you have a rest? I can wake you if anything exciting happens.”

Scully watched him with tired eyes as Mulder lowered his own binoculars, looking across at her as she sighed and rested her head back against the seat. She had to admit it would be nice to have a little rest, even if it was only for a few minutes.

Putting her binoculars on the dashboard, she fanned herself as she leaned over to roll her window down slightly, just enough to let some fresh air in; even if the air seemed to be just as hot outside as it was inside the car. It had now ticked over into the early hours of the morning, but the hot and humid weather seemed to stick around, the thick foliage of the forest they were staking out in not helping with the humidity.

“I doubt anything exciting is going to happen. If he was coming, he would have shown up by now. But I think I might take you up on that offer of a rest.”

“Just don’t drool on the car seat, I would like to get my deposit back this time.”

“Shut up, Mulder.”

Scully smirked as she rolled her eyes, her head turned towards Mulder and her arms resting together in her lap. She watched as Mulder gave a smile, reaching over to brush some of her hair behind her ear before he turned his attention back out his window, bringing his binoculars back up to his eyes. Although she wasn’t usually a fan of stake outs most of the time because of how tedious they were, she liked doing them with Mulder. It was comforting to have him in the car with her.

They had always had a connection and they had steadily grown closer over the years spent together. It wasn’t until after her battle with cancer that the feelings between them had shifted from friends to something more than that. It was then that Scully knew that Mulder held her heart in a way that no one else had or probably ever could. Things continued to grow until they reached a boiling point when they returned from Antartica, which had led her to invite him into her bed, the night filled with discovery and passionate sex. They had been in a sexual relationship since, starting as a casual occurrence to what they had now; something as close to, what normal people might consider, an intimate relationship.

That intimate relationship, though, had seemingly been put on hold these last few weeks by constant cases and a heavy workload and Scully had to admit, she missed it. Closing her eyes with a soft sigh, Scully snuggled down further into the car seat, trying to get as comfortable as she could in this position and not think of the way she missed Mulder’s weight on top of her and his lips on hers.

She told herself she would only rest her eyes, but it didn’t take long for her head to loll to the side, her lips parting as the soft hum of the car radio began to fade as she slipped into sleep.

All she could feel was him.

His heavy weight on her as he rested between her parted legs, her ankles clasped around his body, pulling his hips closer with every thrust.

The scent of sweat and arousal clung to the air as she gripped his shoulder blades, nails digging into his flesh. She could feel herself getting closer, spurred on by the increased breathing against her neck, the way he groaned just that little bit louder.

The only sounds in the room were the squeaking of the bed and the slick, wet sounds of their bodies joining together between her legs. Her name purred off his lips as he picked up his pace, his hand slipping between her body and the mattress to angle her hips up closer to him.

She could feel herself slipping over that delicious edge and with just a little more-

Scully jolted awake, her eyes opening suddenly as she sat up from her slumped position. Sighing, her hand reached up to wipe her forehead, a light sheen of sweat present there now, and she was sure it wasn’t just from the humid weather. The dream had felt so real. Her dreams had never been this intense before but she had noticed that her dreams seemingly had become more vivid recently. Maybe it had something to do with their hectic schedules of late and her inability to wind down, or maybe it was because she just found herself missing sex. Or more accurately, missing sex with Mulder.

Scully had always considered herself a sexual person, enjoying it as much as the next person, but with Mulder it was as if she craved it, especially recently, and he was more than happy to oblige, being just as eager to have her as she seemed to need him.

Looking over at the car clock she noticed only a mere 20 minutes had passed and Mulder’s gaze was still fixated to wherever he assumed the suspect would magically appear. Biting her lower lip, Scully rested her head back against the seat, a heat now coursing through her veins as the visions of her dream flashed behind her eyes and she just couldn’t seem to shake them away.

Tilting her head, she watched as Mulder lowered his binoculars and placed them in his lap, his fingers fiddling with a sunflower seed before he put it in his mouth. Scully became captivated with how his teeth held the seed between them, how his lips and tongue moved together to crack the shell before swallowing the treat inside.

Scully knew what wonderful things that mouth could do and all of a sudden she felt a hunger to have him like she hadn’t felt since their first night together, settling deep in her belly and pooling between her legs.

She couldn’t quite place it, but the urge was suddenly so strong and she found herself struggling to push it down. It was like her body was screaming at her to have him and have him now. Shaking her head slightly, Scully tried to ignore it and remind herself that they were on the clock working. That no matter what, she wouldn’t let her own personal feelings interfere with their ability to perform their jobs. They had both come to an understanding that their new sexual relationship wouldn’t get in the way of their working relationship. And that meant that they wouldn’t let themselves succumb to their desires while working, whether in their basement office or out in the field.

She managed to quell the feelings for a few minutes, just watching him continue to nibble on a small handful of sunflower seeds, before the thrumming between her legs and the fire in her stomach became too much for her to ignore. Fuck the rules.

Chewing on her bottom lip, Scully looked around, taking in the surrounding environment before she gave herself a mental green light. There was no one around and they were in the middle of nowhere, the chance of them getting interrupted was extremely slim which caused a pang of arousal to hit her centre, causing her to clench her thighs together.

Flicking off her heels in silence, Scully was glad that she had chosen to forgo wearing her usual stockings under her skirt today because of the heat. It would make this a whole lot easier. Opening her door, Scully gracefully got out of the car, ignoring Mulder’s curious eyebrow raise.

“Scully? Where are you going?”

Mulder’s question was cut off as Scully nudged the door shut with her hip, running her fingers through her hair. Mulder watched as Scully walked around the front of the car on her toes, avoiding the pebbles on the ground before she stopped at the passenger side, their eyes meeting through his window.

Scully raised her eyebrow as she placed her hands on her hips expectantly. Mulder stopped chewing on his last sunflower seed as he quickly opened the car door, expecting to get some answers as to why Scully had abruptly left. Scully watched him as she rested her hand on the top of the car door, her weight falling against the metal as she bit her bottom lip, her eyes dark with arousal.

“Push the seat back, Mulder.”

Mulder gave her a confused look which only lasted a second before he seemed to register what she said and leaned forward to pull the lever under the seat, pushing his weight back so the seat pushed back as far as it could go. Scully felt the flush of arousal burn her cheeks as she stepped closer, taking the binoculars from Mulder’s lap. Scully let her fingers brush against the seam of his pants, lingering longer than necessary before she chucked the binoculars to her seat, making room for herself on his thighs.

Mulder was momentarily silenced as he watched Scully sensually gather her skirt up around her waist, flashing him a quick glimpse of her red underwear, before she ducked her head and climbed into the car. Mulder’s hands instantly reached out to her hips to stabilise her as she settled straddled across his lap, her knees falling on the seat either side of his thighs before she reached over to pull the car door shut.

“Scully what are you-“

His question was cut off as Scully shushed him by quickly crashing their lips together with an urgency that ended with the kiss being sloppy and passionate. Their tongues and teeth clashed together as Scully moaned, her hands resting on either side of his neck. Mulder’s hands stayed glued to her hips, not daring to move as she pulled away, her lips swollen with the intensity of their kiss.

Scully rested further down onto his lap as she looked into his eyes, her tongue licking his salty taste off her bottom lip. Mulder swallowed as he searched her eyes, sitting back against the car seat in slight disbelief, his fingers brushing against the fabric of her shirt.

“Not that I’m complaining right now Scully, but wh-“

“We’re going to have sex. Right now.”

Scully’s words cut him off and his lips parted in shock. It wasn’t like her to initiate sex so openly like this, and never while they were on the job, but she knew it was the only way to sate the suddenly overwhelming hunger gnawing at her insides. Scully smirked when she felt Mulder grow hard beneath her, his semi-hard erection rubbing deliciously against her centre as she shifted her weight.

She had to suppress a chuckle with how Mulder sat still, his whole body unmoving with his obvious shock before he rapidly blinked when Scully reached down to unbuckle his belt. Her gaze fell down to watch as she made quick work of unzipping his fly, reaching her fingers inside and teasing him through his boxers. Mulder seemed to catch on that she was serious as his hands moved to her thighs, pushing her skirt up a little bit higher, his eyes still wide and watching her talented fingers bring his erection to full attention.

“Really? You want to have sex? Here? Now?”

“Did I stutter, Mulder?”

Mulder groaned before he gave her a cocky grin, adjusting his hips so she could pull his pants and boxers down enough for his cock to spring free, resting against his stomach. Mulder cleared his throat as his fingertips dug slightly harder into Scully’s thighs in anticipation.

“Heard you loud and clear.”

The position was a little awkward, but Scully smiled when she got herself comfortable again, her eyes looking back up to Mulder’s, her fingertips brushing against his cock softly. Teasing.

“Good. Now let me ride you, Agent Mulder.”

The way his name purred from her lips caused Mulder to groan as Scully lifted herself up slightly, Mulder’s hands keeping her steady. Scully let go of Mulder’s erection as she bunched her skirt up and reached between her legs to pull her underwear to the side, exposing her wet and swollen lips, lips that Mulder couldn’t help but reach out to touch.

Moaning, Scully bit her bottom lip as she let Mulder play with her for a moment, her eyes slipping closed as his slippery fingers brushed against her clit and down to her entrance. His cock was now fully erect and obviously just as excited as Mulder was from the anticipation of what his body knew was coming.

“Jesus, Scully. When did you get this wet?”

Scully’s eyes opened with a smirk, looking down to watch his fingers disappear between her legs before he pulled them away, now coated with her arousal. Mulder looked up at her with dark eyes as he returned to gently rubbing her clit.

“Why don’t you stop teasing me and feel how wet I really am”

She started to get impatient, the want to have him inside her growing as she reached down to touch his cock, giving it a few strokes before she captured his lips with hers again, shuffling forward a little bit to get herself in position. Mulder’s fingers left her centre as he grabbed her hips, now holding her skirt up with both hands, giving her room to see what she was doing.

Breaking away from the kiss, Scully looked down between them as she lined his cock up with her entrance, letting the tip slide between her folds in preparation as Mulder’s grip on her tightened, his hips jerking ever so slightly with a huff of his breath against her forehead.

Once she was satisfied with how wet he now was, she rested her free hand on his shoulder as she began to lower herself down, her breath hitching in her throat as he began to fill her, inch by inch. The desire inside of her was screaming for her to hurry, but she held herself back enough to take her time until he was buried fully inside of her, her hips now flush with his pelvic bone.

Mulder moaned as he bent his head down slightly to capture her lips, his hands coming up to rest on either side of her face, trying to calm himself down while Scully took the time to adjust to him. Scully gave a whimper into his lips as she rocked her hips experimentally before breaking the kiss, pulling away enough to look into his eyes with a smile.

“Mmm, now that’s how I like my Mulder.”

Scully had to admit, no matter how many times they did this, she still got those same butterflies in her stomach with how they seemed to just fit together so well. Placing both hands on Mudler’s chest, she gripped the fabric of his shirt softly between her fingers as she began to get up onto her knees, starting a slow rhythm of riding him up and down before rocking her hips backwards and forwards, still letting her body adjust but trying to somewhat subdue the fire burning in her belly.

The slight grunts coming from somewhere deep in Mulder’s chest sent arousal shooting to her centre as she tilted her head back slightly, allowing herself to pick up her rhythm. It was a little bit difficult in the car, but her height for once was making things easier and it allowed her to rise and fall on his lap without hitting her head. Scully gripped his shirt tighter in her fingers as she leaned forward, resting her forehead on his shoulder, breathing in his scent. The smell of his aftershave mixed with the sweat brought on from the day was intoxicating.

Mulder rested his chin on the mass of Scully’s hair as he fumbled with the shirt at her waist, frantically pulling it out of her skirt to seek the feel of her skin. Scully gave a moan of approval when she felt his slightly calloused fingers against her skin, sliding under her shirt towards her back, fingers sprawled against her spine. The way he touched her, so gently but at the same time claiming his territory made her shiver with arousal as she felt her inner muscles clench around his cock instinctively.

“Jesus Scully!”

Mulder groaned as he gave a kiss to her hair, his hips now starting a rhythm of their own, urged on by the way her walls seemed to invite him in. Scully murmured a muffled “Yes!” into his neck as she matched his rhythm, sitting herself down as he thrust up, getting the deepest angle they could in this position. It wasn’t ideal as Mulder’s knees kept hitting the car door, but it was working in getting them to the goal they both now seemed desperate to seek.

Scully pulled her head away as she gave him a rough kiss before she rested her hands on his shoulders, making it easier for her to begin to speed up her movements, her knees rubbing against the leather of the car seat below. Mulder looked into her eyes as she smirked, clenching around him once again, on purpose this time.

“I need more. Don’t be careful with me now, Mulder.”

Scully’s eyes twinkled with delight as she heard a growl vibrate from Mulder’s throat as he stopped their movements for a moment, using his hands now to tug at her shirt, not bothering to unbutton it all the way, just enough to roughly pull it open at the top, exposing her bra. Scully rested down onto his lap as she quickly unbuttoned his shirt too, exposing the tuft of chest hairs just above his pectoral muscles that she loved so much.

Mulder didn’t hesitate in pushing the left bra cup down, exposing her breast before his mouth latched onto her erect nipple, already a blushed pink colour from her arousal. Gasping, Scully arched up, her hand grabbing onto his hair as she held him against her, his hot mouth sucking and licking her into bliss. She didn’t know what was happening tonight, but her breasts had never been this sensitive to his touch before, it was like every swipe of his tongue against her nipple sent a jolt directly to her clit.

Scully couldn’t sit still any longer, she needed to move. Gripping his hair, she held him against her as she began to rock her hips once more, her clit rubbing against his body with every roll of her hips. Mulder gave her nipple one last suck, pulling it tightly between his lips as he pulled his head back, finally letting it pop out of his mouth. Scully let out a whimper as he started to move with her, his hands returning to her back, sliding underneath her skirt to rest against her ass. Mulder gripped the flesh tightly in his fingers as he started to guide her hips, bringing her down with a little more force than she could achieve on her own. Scully wasn’t usually one to be overly vocal in the bedroom, but as Mulder began to pick up his pace she couldn’t hold herself back, her restraint breaking with the constant brushing of his cock against her g-spot.

“Oh god, Mulder!”

Scully’s voice dropped a few octaves lower, the unusually raspy tones made Mulder groan. He always loved the sound of her voice when it was dripping with her arousal like that. Scully began to fully let herself go, her pace quickening as Mulder matched her thrust for thrust, their skin slapping together as Scully dug her fingers into his chest. Her nails raked down the middle of his chest, leaving angry red marks in their wake, before she gathered his shirt tightly in her clenched fist.

Tilting her head back, Scully exposed the column of her neck and Mulder leaned down quickly, giving it a strong lick before biting on the underside of her jaw, holding the skin tightly between his teeth. Scully could feel his hot breath on her skin as he lifted her body up slightly with every sharp raise of his hips.

Their body heat trapped in the car and mingled with the hot air outside was making it hard to breathe. But neither could stop, not now, they were both past that moment so they just kept moving, their bodies working together in a frantic motion. Scully could feel beads of sweat run down her back and between her breasts while Mulder’s teeth still pinched her skin right on the spot under her jaw that always made her knees weak.

Scully knew he was close, she could feel it in the way his fingers gripped her ass tighter, pulling her down more erratically than before. Moaning with a smile, Scully slipped one hand between their bodies, her fingers reaching her clit on instinct as she quickly began to rub herself in small, tight circles. They could never really time it to come together, but he would always try his best to hold off until she came first, and god did she love him for that.

With the added stimulation against her clit, Scully could feel herself climb towards that peak much faster, her back arching slightly as he grunted at the change in angle before he pulled his lips away from the now marked skin, looking down between them to watch Scully’s fingers rapidly slide across her clit.

“I’ll never get tired of seeing that.”

His voice came out staccato-like in between breaths and Scully smirked, biting her bottom lip as she watched him watch her. There was something so erotic about how he watched her, how his eyes were so dark and his pupils dilated and his pouty lips parted in mesmerisation as his hips continued to pump up into her.

For once, Mulder was the first to break the moment as he quickly looked up at her, catching her gaze as he slowed down his hips, trying to hold himself back from the inevitable. Scully could feel how his fingers held her ass in a death grip and how his thighs shook slightly underneath her as she slowed her fingers down. She would let him get away with not letting her come first this time, only because she knew she was so close to that edge herself it wouldn’t take much coaxing.

“Where do I…umm?”

Mulder frantically looked around the car as Scully gave a breathy chuckle before she sank herself down onto him fully, her hips rolling in circles. He would always double check with her where he could finish, even though the answer was nearly always the same. It was quite endearing really. Scully had already made up her mind that she wanted him to come inside her - that was the cleanest way to do it in the car.

“Where do you come? Well I think you’re already in a prime position here, Mulder.”

Scully emphasised his name with a clench of her inner walls around him which caused him to grunt as he looked back into her eyes. His cheeks were flushed with arousal and his eyebrows knitted together in concentration as he used every part of self restraint he had to not just tumble over that edge. Scully always found how desperate he looked right before he came attractive, knowing that she was the only one lucky enough to see it.

“You know where I want you,” Scully whispered as she nudged her nose with his before their tongues touched in a hot open-mouthed kiss and that was all the approval he needed from her.

Pulling away from the kiss, Mulder quickly began to thrust back up into her. The sudden quick and hard thrusts against her made Scully gasp as she wrapped her hands around his head, gripping his hair as he rested his forehead on her chest. Mulder groaned loudly as he pulled her down hard against him as his hips shot up, forcing himself as deep inside of her as he could and whispering “Dana…coming..” incoherently against the sticky skin of her chest.

Scully gave a moan of approval, feeling him tense before he began grunting as his orgasm took over him. An approving pur resounded deep in her chest and her toes curled as she felt the slight movement of him within her before he started thrusting again, slower this time, using the friction of her to prolong his orgasm. Scully closed her eyes, momentarily basking in the way he felt inside her. She was always amazed by how long he seemed to be able to come and she loved every second of it, especially after she’d missed it for so long.

Mulder’s breath was rapid as he pulled her down onto him once more, staying inside her as he once again latched onto her nipple, tugging it with his teeth. Scully’s body instantly responded to the extra stimulation with a whimper as her fingers quickly resumed their previous rhythm against her clit, her arousal peaking with the feeling of him still hard inside of her and his cock still giving the occasional orgasmic pulse.

The combination of Mulder’s firm sucks and nips of her breast and her fingers rolling over her swollen clit was enough for her orgasm to build rapidly. Scully moaned as she arched her back, her head falling forward, her lips meeting his head with sloppy kisses.

“Mmm I’m coming!”

It was barely a whimper into his hair as Scully’s fingers rapidly circled before her hips twitched and her toes flexed, lights flashing behind her eyes. Giving out a low moan, Scully’s orgasm crashed over her, her fingers slowing down as her body pulsed and contracted in blissful waves. Mulder groaned as Scully’s inner muscles spasmed strongly around him as if trying to pull him in deeper, her entrance milking him for anything he may still have to give to her. Scully lowered herself against his chest since her body was unable to hold itself up any longer as Mulder nuzzled into her skin, kissing her nipple gently with a wet, open mouth. Her fingers tightened in his hair as she continued to clench around him, the throbbing of her clit slowing down under her fingers as her body started to come down from her high and become heavy in his embrace.

Mulder moved his arms to slide up her back, holding her steady against him as her breath began to even out. Scully closed her eyes and just inhaled the scent of Mulder’s hair, making the most of the post-coital bliss she enjoyed so much. Just being in Mulder’s arms like this and him seemingly all over her was something that Scully had never thought she would crave so much. Kissing the top of his head once, she opened her eyes as Mulder moved his head away from her chest, his eyes looking up to hers with a goofy smile on his face. Chuckling, Scully captured his lips in a gentle kiss.

Mulder’s teeth nibbled on her bottom lip and it caused her to shiver, her muscles clenching tightly around Mulder’s cock in response. Hissing, Mulder pulled away as Scully bit her bottom lip. The added stimulation to his now softened cock caused him to twitch uncomfortably. Scully relaxed and brushed his sweaty hair away from his forehead.

“Oh, sorry…Can you get me the tissues out of my bag?”

Mulder turned his head to see her hand bag spilled onto her side of the car, obviously having been knocked over from the centre console during their activities. Moving his hand to rest on her hips, Mulder grabbed the pack of tissues poking out of her bag, giving it to her, his head leaning down once again to kiss her exposed breast, just above her heart. Scully smiled softly as she watched him, pulling out a few tissues, slowly getting back up onto her knees. Giving Mulder one, she tossed the rest of the packet back to her seat.

Scully took her time in sliding off him, not wanting to make this an uncomfortable experience for Mulder. Once free from her heat, his limp cock fell to his body, resting against the fabric of his pants, shiny from the mixture of both their arousal. Scully pulled her skirt up higher so she could see what she was doing as she started to clean herself, smirking with how Mulder’s gaze was so transfixed on her movements.

Once she was satisfied that she was not going to completely ruin her underwear the moment she put them back on, she balled up the wet tissues and reached down and wiggled her hips, sliding her underwear back into place. Scully caught his gaze again as he chuckled, obviously embarrassed about how intensely he was watching her.

She grabbed the tissue hanging loosely in Mulder’s fingers before she let her hand fall to his lap, stroking him softly as she cleaned him, placing a content kiss on his lips.

“Thought you could use some help there, Mulder.”

Mulder nodded dumbly as he returned the kiss before he lifted his hips slightly to pull his pants back up, tucking himself away back into his boxers. Scully took the time to stay up on her knees as he readjusted himself, pulling her bra back over her breast and buttoning up the few buttons on her shirt around her chest. Leaning over she collected the few items that had spilled out of her bag before she placed it back on the centre console. She knew that she had to get off him now, that they had already taken a huge risk doing this both on the clock as well in public so she swung her leg over him, shuffling over the centre console.

Mulder watched her as she settled back into her seat, her thighs squeezed together as she pulled the visor down and flicked the light on in the car so she could check her makeup in the mirror. Scully could feel his eyes on her and she couldn’t help but smile as a warmth once again flooded her system. It wasn’t unusual for them to go more than once but the hungry haze that had possessed her before was duller now, her senses cleared enough for her to know they couldn’t risk doing it in this public setting again.

Scully tilted her head back slightly to brush her hair out of her eyes when she paused, seeing an angry red spot under her jaw, the odd tooth mark dented into her skin. Snapping her eyes to Mulder, she gave him a glare.

“Mulder, how am I going to cover this up?”

Her voice was scolding, but she couldn’t stop the arousal that hit her centre again at the idea of him marking her skin. She was never one to enjoy that, but on the occasions that Mulder did it she had to admit that she enjoyed the little rush of feeling claimed like that.

Mulder’s lips broke out into a smirk as he leaned over, giving her a kiss on the cheek, one she instantly relaxed into, despite her frustration.

“Scully, you aren’t going to cover it up. I want people to see.”

Scully glared at him again as he moved away from her cheek, her fingers reaching out to fall behind his head and pull him back to her by his hair as she kissed him, their swollen lips moving against each other before she gave his pouty bottom lip a sharp bite, a little payback for the obvious hickey on her jaw. Mulder shuffled closer to deepen the kiss and Scully could feel the haze start to cloud her judgement and the fire in her belly alight once again as his hand rested on her thigh, teasing his fingers under the hem of her skirt. It took all her effort to move her hands down to his chest, pushing him back as she broke their kiss, resting their foreheads together.

“We need to stop, Mulder. It’s late, let’s just go and get some rest.”

Scully brushed her fingers against the skin in-between his open shirt and her eyes briefly took notice of the red marks she made before she closed the buttons. Mulder gave her a quick kiss and agreed. Rolling down the car windows, it took some time for them to clear the windows from the steam and condensation that they had built up before Scully could put her shoes back on and drive them back to their hotel. Mulder’s hand still rested on her knee, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing her skin. Scully’s lips were fixed in a content smile the whole drive back.

---♡---

Their hotel was rather low budget, but it wasn’t as bad as some of the places they had been to; at least they got fresh sheets every day and everything was kept fairly clean. Pulling up into their designated parking space, Mulder got out of the car first, running around to the driver's side to open her door. Rolling her eyes, Scully turned off the ignition and grabbed her bag and got out, standing before him as he stepped closer, trapping her between him and the car. Scully raised her eyebrow.

“Mulder? What are yo-“

She was cut off as he grabbed her hips, pulling her against him roughly, and her balance wavered for a moment until he held her close.

“Kiss me goodnight.”

Scully gave him another glare as she looked up into his eyes. He knew her stance on public displays of affection. Even though they had just broken that rule in a major way, there weren’t people possibly watching them deep in the forest. They had been in the safety of the dark and their car, not out in the open under the bright neon glow of the hotel sign. But Scully couldn’t resist the challenging look in his eyes. He knew how to push her competitive buttons like that.

Looking around them quickly, she checked that they were alone before she grabbed his shirt with her free hand and pulled herself up on her tiptoes, while his head bent down to meet in a brief kiss. Scully gave a little whimper as his grip around her body tightened and he deepened the kiss, the taste of the salty sunflower seeds he had eaten to distract himself on the drive back still fresh on his lips.

Scully closed her eyes, tilting her head back as her hand moved to rest on his neck, her thumb stroking his sweaty skin. Mulder held her to him with one strong arm resting against her back as the other stroked her cheek, brushing over the mark left on her jaw as his tongue softly slipped between her parted lips. Squeaking slightly, Scully opened her eyes before she pulled away from his lips, lowering herself back down to the ground. Stroking his lips with her thumb she gave him a smile and slipped the car keys into his hand. He stepped away while she walked backwards towards her hotel room, the smile still on her lips as she watched him.

“Goodnight, Mulder.”

Mulder smiled back to her while she unlocked her door and slipped inside, the flick of red hair the last thing visible before the door shut behind her.

---♡---

Scully rested back against the hotel door for a moment with a grin on her face before she pushed herself off, put her bag on the dresser, and walked towards the bathroom to have a shower and clean herself up a little better than she could earlier in the car with only a few tissues. Even though she had wiped herself mostly clean, she could feel the evidence of him still managing to seep between her legs and make her underwear damp on the drive back to the hotel.

Scully kicked her shoes off as she walked, her fingers working to unbutton her shirt before she mindlessly let it fall to the floor. She was usually a stickler for having things neat and tidy, but the sweat on her skin and the stickiness between her legs begged her to shower first. She could pick everything up after. Once she reached the door of the bathroom, she unzipped her skirt and shimmied her hips, stepping out of the wrinkled fabric.

It already felt so much better to have the air touching her heated skin and she knew that a cool shower would make things feel even better. That was the problem with these run down hotels: the air conditioning was non-existent and there was only so much a squeaky ceiling fan could accomplish.

Her hands went to undo her bra when she heard a few knocks against her hotel door. Looking over her shoulder with a start, Scully swore under her breath as she went to pick her skirt off the floor in a hurry to get dressed before she could open the door.

“Housekeeping, Agent Scully.”

Her fingers dropped the skirt back to the floor as she smirked and the irritation at being disturbed was replaced with a warm flutter in her stomach at hearing Mulder��s voice.

Scully brushed her sweaty hair behind her ears and walked over to the door, choosing to stay in her bra and underwear as she looked through the peep hole to double check it was just him before opening the door, peeking around it. Nodding her head for him to come in, she bit her bottom lip when she saw him wearing only his pants and concluded that his shirt must be lying back in his room somewhere, probably discarded like hers was on the floor.

Shutting the door, Scully watched him as he raised his eyebrows, taking in the fact that she was only wearing very little. Smirking, Mulder stepped towards her, his hands falling to her hips, brushing her skin.

“Well, aren't I a little overdressed?”

Chuckling, Scully reached up to slip the lock and chain across her door, before she closed the gap between them and rested her fingers in the belt loops of his pants. How was it that just being in his presence tonight was enough for her hunger for him to resurface. Her centre pulsed between her legs as she leaned up and Mulder arched his neck to meet her half way as she teasingly brushed her lips against his with not enough pressure to call it a kiss.

“I think you are…maybe we should rectify that, don't you think, Mulder?”

Mulder slipped his hands around to her ass, cupping her roughly before he picked her up, her legs instantly wrapping around his waist with a squeak as he nodded, backing his way towards the bed. The back of Mulder’s knees hit the mattress and he fell backwards, Scully falling on top of him in a fit of giggles.

---♡---

Peeling herself out of his arms, Scully sat up in the rumpled hotel sheets, her body still slick from sweat as she smiled, feeling him reach out for her.

“Where are you going?”

Scully looked down at him in the dark, making out his silhouette from the glow of the neon lights outside. Reaching over, she brushed his hair back as his fingers played with the skin of her thigh. Mulder became cuddlier after sex, and normally Scully would relent and let him have his way, but tonight with the mixture of the heat, sweat and fresh come pooling between her legs, she knew she wanted a shower before she could even think about falling asleep.

“I need a shower. You left quite a mess, Mulder.”

Scully’s fingers brushed his lips and felt a grin form on his under the pads of her thumb before he kissed it.

“I wouldn’t mind seeing you messy because of me for a little bit longer, but if you must.”

Rolling her eyes, Scully bent down to give him a quick kiss, untangling herself from both him and the sheets before she got up and made her way towards the bathroom with her legs pressed a little tighter together. She could feel his eyes on her the whole way and gave him one last look at her naked in the vivid lights of the bathroom, turning to him before she shut the door. A loud groan coming from the bed caused her to chuckle under her breath.

After a quick and relatively cold shower - the weather was muggy and the hotel didn’t have the best hot water to start with -, Scully felt reasonably refreshed. Standing naked in the slightly steamy bathroom, Scully took her time to dry her hair enough before she hung her towel and reached for her toiletry bag up on the cabinet to get her toothbrush ready.

Putting the toothbrush in her mouth, Scully paused and frowned slightly when she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, noticing how much bigger her breasts seemed. Lowering her arms, she leaned in to observe her reflection closer, using her hands to brush against the swollen skin. She noticed how they seemed to sit a little fuller in her hands. Scully pulled her toothbrush out of her mouth and whispered “Huh” under her breath before she lowered her hands slowly, her free hand resting on her belly.

Looking down, Scully’s eyebrows knitted together as she watched her hand brush over the flat expanse of skin, her thumb playing with the gold piercing of her belly button. She looked up once again, catching her own eyes through the mirror. She shouldn’t think such things, it wasn’t possible for her, right? Blinking rapidly, trying to get the thoughts out of her head, she quickly finished brushing her teeth, her eyes not leaving her stomach no matter how hard she tried to look elsewhere.

It was just because she was tired. She hadn’t had a good night's sleep in weeks and her hormones were all over the place, understandably, as she was only running on coffee and, if she was lucky, two hours sleep a night. But the more she thought about it, the more things were starting to fall into place-

“No. Stop it. That’s impossible, you’re just exhausted.”

Scully scolded herself as she spat the excess toothpaste into the sink before rinsing quickly. Opening the bathroom door, she watched Mulder in her bed, laying on his back, the sheets tossed to the side and exposing everything he had to show, his chest rising and falling gently. He looked so peaceful when he managed to sleep. Scully’s thoughts were racing as she picked up their clothes, folding them and putting them onto the dresser before she made her way back to the bed. Looking down at him, Scully smiled softly as she crawled onto the mattress and lay down, letting her damp hair fall onto her pillow looking up at the ceiling.

Mulder shifted beside her and rolled onto his side, his arm sliding over her stomach. Scully sucked in a breath before she looked over at him, seeing his eyes now open and watching her. God, she could get lost in those hazel eyes. Shifting, Scully rolled into him, his arm moving now to fall around her while his fingers traced across her bare skin and the inked pattern on her lower back.

“Did you want me to go?”

Mulder was well aware that she was breaking a lot of her own rules tonight and Scully thought that maybe the best thing would be for him to just go back to his hotel room - then at least they wouldn’t be so obvious in the morning. But all these new thoughts were whirling in her head and there was a tug in her heart that told her that she needed him to stay tonight. After all, even though they would have to be up in a few hours anyway, they always seemed to sleep better with one another.

Scully moved her arms to tuck under her chin as she snuggled into him and his arms pulled her closer instinctively. Scully took a deep breath and his scent filled her senses as she sighed. One leg slipped in between his and the other slung over his hips as she placed a kiss to his throat.

Scully shook her head and Mulder relaxed back into the bed, chuckling. She wrapped her arms around him as best she could, her head resting under his chin in their usual sleeping position. Mulder adjusted himself to get comfortable as he nuzzled into her damp hair, kissing her head softly.

“I’ll take that as a no. Night, Scully.”

“Goodnight, Mulder.”

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Principle Decisions [6/24]

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Lilith/Zelda Spellman

Summary: She had engaged in dominatrix services from Sabrina’s principal. It was enough to make her light-headed.

N.B.: Also posted on AO3. This is pure fantasy, please suspend your disbelief.

“Zelda,” Faustus said, walking into her office. He entered as if he owned the place, not caring that this was her office and she was in the middle of a discussion with Elspeth about her recent failure in an essay that weighted thirty percentage of the semester’s grade.

“Yes, Professor Blackwood?” she said, smiling sharply as she looked away from Elspeth.

“Unfortunately, Shirley won’t be returning as we expected. She’s requested further time off. I’ll need you to look after her classes until she returns.”

It’d been a month, and Zelda was already thin on time and stressed as it was, trying to manage lesson planning for all of her classes and Shirley’s religious second-year subjects on top of that was more than she wanted. Prudence had been a much-needed help, but there were things she couldn’t leave with her.

Her academic paper was well behind schedule she’d set out. She was barely seeing her family outside of dinner. As it was, she barely managed to get in six hours of sleep most nights. She’d counted on finishing those two subjects in two weeks.

“I’ll require further funding for my TA,” she said. “But that’s no issue Faustus.”

“Of course,” he agreed with a nod, and then seemed to notice that someone else was present in the room. Providing a polite nod, he went to leave before pausing. “Thank you, Zelda.”

Zelda bit her tongue, feeling annoyance flush through her. She turned and looked at Elspeth, finding the girl’s eyes wide open, as if she just witnessed something she shouldn’t have.

“Where were we?” Zelda asked, honestly failing to remember what point she’d been discussing.

“Extra credit,” Elsbeth said, “So I don’t lose my scholarship.”

Zelda nodded and flicked through Elspeth’s marks. It was only the most recent essay that dragged down her overall grade, having a heavy weighting on it. “It was a rushed essay. I can give you the chance to re-write it if you feel you can bring something better to it?”

Elspeth drew in a breath, sitting up taller in the chair. It wasn’t the response she wanted. Clearly, the girl had expected something else been asked of her.

“I can do that. When do you want it handed in by?”

“Two weeks.”

Elspeth agreed, standing up and leaving. Zelda drew a sigh and watched as she left. She’d probably been lenient with the deadline and should have cut it down to a week, but the truth was that she was too exhausted to care. She was completing twice the amount of unpaid overtime than usual just to keep her classes at a certain standard and had been pressing to ensure she attended Sabrina’s extracurricular that popped-up, given that she couldn’t even fit in time to take Sabrina to and from school most days.

She considered pulling away from dinner and just eating in her office to get an extra hour of work, but Hilda would never allow. It was the one thing that she and her sister had agreed on the way back when Ambrose was barely twelve years old, and Sabrina was learning to walk. A family sat together, no matter what.

The truth was the only place she could afford to cut, was her sleep schedule. But the tension was building up inside of her. With so little time for herself, she was going to snap if she didn’t do something soon to ease it.

She just needed an hour or two.

Zelda picked up the phone and rang from her personal phone.

“Zelda,” Lilith purred like they were old friends. “I thought you’d forgotten about me.”

“I’ve been busy,” Zelda said, “Do you have an appointment for this week?”

“Hmm, let me see,” there was the sound of shuffling, and then a quiet pulled on the phone. Zelda drew in a breath, trying to ease her beating heart. A part of her hoped that she had an appointment for this afternoon. “How long were you looking for?”

Zelda’s tongue grew heavy. She flicked open her planner, looking through her availabilities. “What do you have available?” she asked as if they were trying to pencil in a business meeting.

“Saturday morning, you can have me from nine until twelve.”

Zelda’s eyes fluttered shut at the choice of words. You can have me. Oh, she would very much so enjoy having her.

“Three hours?”

“How about we say from nine until eleven, and I promise not to watch the clock,” Lilith said. “I quite like the idea of you in my garden,” Lilith said. “But there are many things we could play with.”

“And just what were thinking that I would enjoy in your garden?” Zelda inquired, trying to hold onto some semblance of control. After all, the woman was becoming entirely too presumptuous.

“We’ll discuss once you’re here. But don’t get me wrong, I would very much so enjoy hearing any ideas from yourself.”

Zelda shivered. “I’ll see you Saturday,” she said, clicking off the phone.

It was something to look forward to, and yet Zelda found herself going from meeting to meeting, class to office time (which was always busy midway through the semester when students started to realise that unless they did something soon, they wouldn’t make the marks they needed). She came home, she ate and then she returned to her home office for lesson planning until late at night, where she would drag herself to bed for a few hours.

Twice, Hilda had commented on how tired she was, enquiring if she was eating enough, and twice Zelda had snapped back that she was perfectly fine and had only just recently seen her doctor.

Hilda had shrunk away at the comment, embarrassed at the breakfast table as Zelda drank her tea, trying to ease the growing headache behind her eyes. There was a test for this afternoon, that would give her a better idea on if she needed to re-evaluate her lessons for them––and yet for the life of her, she wanted to call in sick.

“Aunt Zee?” Sabrina inquired softly. “Can I ask you something?”

She looked up, setting the cup down and tried to ease the headache she felt.

“Theo’s having trouble with some of the other boys on the team. They’re not letting him use their locker. I’ve tried talking to Coach Craven, but he doesn’t care since Wardwell told him off––and I’m worried that if I do go above him to Principal Wardwell again, he’ll just let things get worse.”

Zelda paused, drinking in the words to the context. “I can speak to their parents if that’s what you want,”

“No, I think that will make it worse.”

Zelda agreed, but she still wouldn’t mind wringing through the children’s parents. Not that it was her place, in the end, it should be Theo’s father (and yet that, still, could make things worse). “Honestly Sabrina, there’s very little things you can do with a bully like that. It may be in Theo’s best interest to quit the team.”

“But he wants to be apart of that!” Sabrina said. “It’s not fair that they just take away his enjoyment of such a thing.”

“It’s not,” Zelda agreed. “But there are some fights that you’ll need to walk away from, that is, unfortunately, how the world works. It’s not worth Theo’s unhappiness if he’s been pushed out by his peers. If anything, I would suggest perhaps finding a different sporting group who’s more open to having diversity in their team than high school.”

Sabrina frowned, sinking in her chair, “But none exists.”

“Then perhaps there’s your idea, start a new one. I doubt Theo’s the only one who feels that way.”

“No! Then they get what they want.”

Zelda sighed, “Yes, they do,” she agreed. “And it’s not fair, and it’s not right, and I’m sorry, really. If we could wave a wand and teach them all a lesson, I’m sure we would. Realistically speaking, to avoid Theo facing further punishment, it might be in his best interest to leave. Not all fights are worth battling. Sometimes it’s about walking away and creating your own happiness.”

Sabrina’s face twisted, conflict crossing over her face. “I mean, is that what you did?”

Zelda frowned. “Pardon?”

“Aunt Hilda mentioned that things were hard for you when you were starting at Greendale University. That the others––“

“Your Aunt Hilda is going off gossip. No, it was entirely different; I wasn’t being berated the way young Theo was. Just some minor office gossip, and nothing I couldn’t rise above.”

Sabrina frowned. “Maybe I should just speak to Principle Wardwell.”

“You could,” Zelda agreed, “And then she’ll speak to the coach, and then…what? I don’t mean to detract you from this goal. It’s admirable. But perhaps you should think about what’s actually fair for Theo rather than seeking justice.”

Sabrina made a face, her nose wrinkling. “It is about Theo. He’s getting bullied by these…these…dicks,” Sabrina said, spitting the word.

Zelda blinked and watched as Sabrina continued to sit tall in the seat, chin lifted defiantly. No matter what Zelda had to say, she knew Sabrina would go against it. Her niece had apparently already decided as to what she was going to do.

“Speak to Theo,” Zelda urged. “Maybe speak to his Coach yourself. But actually, look towards what the repercussions are likely to be. I’m sure the last thing you want to do is make life even more difficult for your friend.”

“I won’t,” Sabrina said. “I just want him to be happy.”

“And that’s not a bad thing to want,” Zelda assured. “But be sure that this is really about Theo’s interest and not just to serve your own hero complex.”

“Hero complex?” Sabrina echoed. “Is that what you think this about?”

It was, but Zelda didn’t particularly want that argument so ignored the bait, and left a quiet to settle between them and with it, as she began to feel her migraine increase. What she needed was to lie down in a dark room with a damp towel across her head. As it was, she couldn’t. “Do you need me to drop you off at school?”

“Or what, you think my hero complex will have me try and rescue a cat out some tree I pass?”

Zelda sighed, staring at her. “Do you want me to drive you or not?”

“I can walk to Harvey’s and see if he’ll take me.”

There was a strange way she said those words that had Zelda narrowing her eyes. “Has something happened between you and Mr Kinkle?”

Sabrina shook her head before biting her lip. “I don’t know,” she admitted before she smiled and looked up at Zelda, an otherwise perfectly happy expression on her face. “It’s fine,” she assured. “I think he’s just busy. He and his dad are fighting,” she shrugged.

Zelda nodded. Despite never seeing the senior Kinkle drunk himself, Zelda was familiar with Sabrina’s stories of how Harvey felt about it all. Once, Sabrina had begged to have Harvey move in with them, and although Zelda wasn’t against the idea, especially if a child was being harmed, the practice of it was trickier than theory.

Still, there was the older sibling in the household, and as Zelda understood it, he often cooled the clashes between the family.

“I’ll drop you off. I’ll be ready to leave in five minutes,” Zelda advised, looking to the clock upon the wall. It was enough time for her to finish her tea and grab her bag from her office.

She’d spent most of the last night finalising her lesson plan for Shirley’s class, and this morning, she felt a tightness in her neck, likely adding to the growing migraine she had. Before she finished her last mouthful of tea, she dug around for her painkillers and took the familiar dosage.

“Ready!” Sabrina said, just as she managed to set her cup in the sink.

Zelda made a gesture for her to go to the car, as she picked up her bag from her office, taking her computer and day planner with her. She checked for keys and her wallet and then paused, noticing that her computer’s light wasn’t on.

Opening it up, she watched the screen flick on…and then turn off completely.

Zelda took the charger, plugging it in and watched as, again, the computer’s screen flickered.

Panic welled up in her chest. It’d worked perfectly fine last night. The last thing she needed was for it to seize––all of her work was in it, including her lesson planning. And yes, although she did have it backed up, it was all on the cloud and inaccessible to her from any of the school’s computers. She would have to use her phone.

Zelda took a breath, taking the laptop and shoving it into her bag. There was every chance that the charger was the issue, and she just needed to obtain a new one.

“Aunt Zee?” Sabrina called from the hallway, and Zelda squeezed her eyes shut. There was a computer shop in town. She could duck in, confirm if there was a problem, and then return to pick it up if need be.

Shutting her office door, Zelda’s heels clicked loudly on the floors as her frustration seemed to be growing to a boiling point.

Sabrina shifted as she saw her, adjusting the bag on her shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” she clipped back. “Get in the car before we’re late.”

Sabrina’s eyes widened, but she seemed to have enough decency to realise that it was the time, and climbed into the car.

Zelda drove to the school, pulling into the parking lot, and watched as Sabrina climbed out quickly before running off, wishing a brief “have a good day!” though seemingly somewhat avoidant of dealing with her bad mood any further.

Not that Zelda could blame her.

She was just pulling out of the parking lot when she noticed a familiar car pull in, Lilith at the wheel. Zelda blinked, watching the car pass before she could so much as absorb the situation.

Briefly, she wondered why the woman was attending the school––before remembering their conversation at the game the other week. Zelda wondered if the woman was a mother to one of the children bullying poor Theo––if she was, Zelda was going to have strong words with her about using her so-called discipline to better use and actually parenting her son.

Putting the thoughts away, she drove to the computer shop and walked in just as the sign on the front door was switched to open.

The retail assistant’s mouth opened, going to babble out a polite welcome or whatever as she pulled out her laptop and placed it on the counter. “My computer’s screen went black, and I need it to be fixed before my classes start.”

“O-of course,” he said, taking the computer in his grip. He looked over it, checking for something before he plugged it in.

The charger’s light flicked on, confirming that was working before he pulled open the screen. Zelda watched as again. The screen flickered before turning black.

“Ah,” he said. “It could be a screen issue, but…have you visited any new websites recently? No judgement of course, but if you downloaded new software from online, or clicked on any…ads, or…anything like that?” he asked, looking at her awkwardly.

Zelda’s jaw tightened, under usual circumstances she’d be able to tightly respond with no. Still, the truth was, she had been doing some minor extracurricular website searches to understand some of the services Lilith had (because they used slang she was unfamiliar with), and there was every possibility that one of them might have downloaded something.

“Could you fix the issue?” she asked instead.

“Oh, definitely,” he agreed. “It might wipe your hard drive though, if-if it was…that.”

Zelda exhaled a deep breath. Her lesson plan was fine, but she would lose a lot of resources she was using for her paper, and it’d be difficult for her to retrieve them again. “If you could avoid that, I would prefer it,” she said.

The man nodded, typing on the screen. “I can have it back by Monday. I’ll try and see if it’s a screen issue first.”

“Monday?” she asked tightly, before nodding, “Monday’s fine,” she agreed. She’d just have to live off her phone until such a time.

“Let me just grab your contact details.”

Zelda provided them tightly as she dug out her phone and clicked through, pulling out the information from her lesson plans. She was going to be late, but that would just have to be something she dealt with.

As it was, she managed to make in time and was able to deliver her lesson without drawing to her phone too much. She was, however, late to her office hours due to trying to get a spare laptop from the library, which was being looked after by a grad student who didn’t know how to loan out the spare laptops.

By the time she arrived, one of her students was sitting on the ground by her door and fumbling to stand-up awkwardly. “Professor Spellman!” he said. “I need an extension for the essay due next week.”

Zelda pulled out her keys, clicking the door open. “Which essay is this for?” she inquired, pushing the door open and clicking the lights on. Her headache was growing as she set down her bag and set the laptop up, opening before she noticed a low battery warning.

Of course, the student had forgotten to provide a charger. She closed the lid and looked up at the student, watching as he nervously took a seat before her and began twisting at his clothes.

“Ah—well, it’s…technically…P-professor Jackson’s…class. And she’s usually fine with giving extensions, so as long as…”

Zelda’s brows rose. “So as long as…?” she prompted.

“Ah…can I have an extension. Please? I have an exam on the same day and I just…really need…”

Zelda sat back in her seat. “Did Professor Jackson go over her timetable for when assignments were due?”

“Yes?”

“So you were aware of both your essay and exam being on the same day since your first week of classes?”

“I mean, tech-technically, yes, but I didn’t actually realise until…until this week,” she admitted.

“Melvin, isn’t it?”

“Yes, professor.”

“Melvin, I suggest that you go over your schedule for the rest of the semester. The answer is no; I will not be granting an extension. You’ve had all semester to plan for this.”

“But Elspeth––“ and then he stopped himself, seeming to realise he said too much. Zelda’s brows rose, waiting to see if he would continue, but thankfully Melvin just stuttered out a muttered apology, before he scrambled at his bag and left, leaving her alone in her office with a dying laptop.

She clicked the power save button and stared at it. It wasn’t like she could easily download her lessons and transfer it across anyway, they were two different systems (and it was one of the few times she regretted not using the school’s standard provided laptops to do all of her work).

She sunk in her seat, pulling open her drawer to pull out the Advil packaging, only to find that it wasn’t there.

No, because she’d used it all up and the only container she had was the one at home.

Of course. Of course, it was because the day couldn’t get any worse.

Except it did, because just as she was about to take lunch, her phone rang.

“Ms Spellman?” the woman on the line enquired.

“Yes, who’s speaking?”

“This is Mrs Meeks, I’m calling from Baxter High.” Zelda’s stomach sunk. “Your niece got into a fight this morning. Principal Wardwell has requested if you could come into the office to discuss her behaviour? Usually, we’d speak to Hilda, but I’m afraid her phone’s been switched off.”

Of course, it was because her sister was working today. Though it certainly raised the question as to why Hilda was first on the list when she should have been. But that wasn’t the concern now.

Zelda’s eyes squeezed shut. Sabrina got into a fight, and Zelda knew exactly what the reasoning of the fight was.

“I’ll be right in,” she said.

Clicking her phone off, she looked across her time table. She had lunch, and then two hours after that before her next class. It meant she was shutting her office hours prematurely shut, but she wrote on the whiteboard of the door, advising that she would be available through email or in the following week, adding that if it was urgent, to reach out to Professor Blackwood.

Bad things came in threes, her mother used to say, and Zelda hoped that this was the last of her bad luck.

In the drive over to the school, she considered calling up Hilda and asking her to deal with it. Still, the truth was, Hilda would be a push-over and agreed that Sabrina warranted some kind of punishment when Zelda knew perfectly well that Sabrina was likely only protecting her friend and did not require any form of punishment.

Parking in a teacher’s spot (it wasn’t like they could do anything about it), she locked the car and walked to the front office, before getting directions to the Principal’s office.

There, she saw the strange, blonde woman on the phone, and then Sabrina, Theo, Harvey and Roz, all sitting on the bench with their heads bowed and bruises forming across their faces and knuckles. To the other side was a half-dozen boys Zelda didn't recognise sitting on the other side of the room.

Zelda looked across them all, brows raised. As Sabrina and her friends all began speaking at once, she rose her hand, silencing them. “Have your parents been called?” she asked, looking to the other children.

“Yes,” Roz answered, “They’re with Principal Wardwell now. Except…for Harvey’s dad, since Mr Kinkle was in the mines.”

Zelda looked to him and then to Mrs Meeks. “Am I right to enter?”

“Oh yes, should be fine,” she nodded.

Zelda swept a look over them, giving a small nod to Sabrina to let her know that she didn’t disapprove of whatever happened, but they would certainly talk later about it.

Pushing open the door, she came into a room filled with six other parents, recognising Sabrina’s friend’s parents, she gave a small nod and went to shut the door before her eyes fell onto the principal.

And then she nearly fainted. They both stared at each other, a tightness rolling over the room before Lilith’s face brokered into a mask.

“Ms Spellman, I take it?” Lilith asked, tilting her head. “I thought we requested your sister?”

“She’s occupied,” Zelda said, grounding herself as she closed the door.

“Well, we were just concluding this matter,” Lilith said, hands folded neatly before her and Zelda felt her stomach flip. The principal.

She had engaged in dominatrix services from Sabrina’s principal. It was enough to make her light-headed.

“And just what would that be?” she asked, standing in the doorway, afraid that if she took a step, she’d wobble on her heels.

Her principal!

Lilith’s eyes roamed across the room. “Suspension, I believe. Across all parties for next week. Baxter High has a zero-tolerance after all.”

“Ridiculous,” Zelda counted. “Whatever Sabrina’s reasonings were, I’m sure they were warranted.”

An argument arose, and Lilith pushed up on to her feet, a sharp grip on her face enough to silence the room with commanded respect. “Ms Spellman,” she clipped, before gesturing to the seat before her. “How about you take a seat and we’ll discuss what occurred. No need for anyone else to be held up any further by this.”

Zelda rolled her shoulders back and stepped over to the empty seat before her, but refrained from sitting. Lilith’s eyes held hers, and there was a beat as tension seemed to hold between them, and Zelda wondered, briefly, if she was going to say something to her.

She didn’t. Instead, Lilith walked around her desk and seemed to direct the parents out of the room. There was a moment where she spoke to Mrs Meeks, asking her to direct the students back to class, before she stepped back in the room, shutting the door behind her.

“Sit down,” Lilith said, and Zelda felt her knees bend, a part of her wanting to obey before she resisted and glared at the woman.

“You’re a principal?” she hissed.

Lilith’s eyes fluttered innocently, “In fairness, I hadn’t put two and two together until I saw you at the football match the other weekend. And at that point, I thought you had worked out the truth as well. Hardly my fault if you came to the wrong conclusion.”

“You––“

“Are here to discuss Sabrina, not our relationship. Now…sit. Down.”

Zelda scoffed, looking away, before she sat down in the chair, crossing her legs. “This is absurd,” she advised. “If I’m to conclude, Sabrina was only defending her friend against bigoted bullies. If anything, she should be rewarded.”

“Did she discuss the fight with you?”

“No, but I understand Mr Putnam has been having some issues with bullies.”

Lilith nodded, deep exhaustion pulling at her. “Yes, well. Unfortunately, Baxter High’s policy towards any fights is absolute.”

“Did Sabrina start the fight?”

Lilith closed her eyes, annoyance growing on her as she sat back in her seat. “Witnesses say she did and didn’t. Apparently one of the children made a snide comment and Sabrina retorted. When she was walking away, one of the footballers went to do…something in retort against Theo, and Mr Kinkle ended up striking them first.”

“It sounds like to me that they were starting it then.”

“And if it were a simple thing of words, it would be much simpler, but no, it was an extensive fight, and one of the kids has been taken to hospital with what might be a broken leg. His parents would like to push for the expulsion of Sabrina and her friends. At the very least of Theo, who they’ve assured was the person to push the boy, not that anyone else agrees with that.” Lilith rolled her eyes.

Ah, Zelda realised. There were deeper politics at play. She shifted in her seat watching the annoyance flick over Lilith’s face, realising that it had nothing to do with her and everything to do with the other parents.

It’d taken her over forty-five minutes from when she got the phone call to walking into the school’s office. Likely a lot of the students' parents were much closer and Lilith––or Principal Wardwell––had been dealing with them for quite some time.

“This could ruin her academic prospects,” Zelda counted. “It could ruin all of the children if they’re suspended. Surely, something else could be arranged.”

“Surely,” Lilith said, a smirking growing on her lips. “Between you and me, I would very much so like to separate this issue and deal with what I know likely to be true with regards to Theo, but unfortunately I can not. None of the children have come forward to me outside of this event. Despite the assurance from Sabrina that she has spoken to Coach Craven, he assures that it’s an overdramatic flare of what actually occurred.”

Zelda watched as Lilith’s eyes narrowed, seething at the coach.

“So, because a teacher is going against Sabrina’s word, you can’t do anything?”

“Oh, no, I didn’t say that,” Lilith said, “Just that I have to be careful about what I do.” Her nails drummed on the desk, before her eyes flashed, looking at Zelda. “Suspension is what the parents want, and given that it would be across all the students it would be fair, but you’re right, it could affect the academic progression of some our students, as well as the possibility of scholarships for others.”

Zelda swallowed, feeling a flush form over her chest at the way the woman was looking at her. It sounded almost like she was leading to a point. “So you’ll reduce their punishment?”

Lilith tilted her head, her eyes going to the office door briefly. “Well, punishment needs to be served, but I can certainly get creative in finding something for the students to do. Perhaps a charity organisation for their time to remind them that they need to work together—on top of detention, of course.”

It wasn’t fair, but it was agreeable. A fight she was willing to relent.

“But is that really fair?” Lilith mused, seeming to once again, read her thoughts. “After all, Baxter High’s rules are quite strict on this matter. It should be an expulsion of all students. I was negotiated down to a suspension, however…you’re asking me to agree to detention and a few wasted Saturdays.”

“Surely the rules don’t explicitly dictate expulsion.”

“They do,” Lilith assured. “In fact, a lot of the rules haven’t been updated since the nineteen-twenties.”

Zelda blinked, “What are you getting at?” she asked.

“I would never suggest corporal punishment on a child, but if someone…older were to take it on their behalf…”

Zelda paused, allowing the words to settle between them as she caught the woman’s expression. “Are you suggesting that I act as a whipping girl?” she asked, feeling a shiver run down her spine.

Here? Now? On the desk? If she was honest, it was almost exactly what she needed after the day she had.

Lilith bit her lip, and there was a fine balance to a played innocence and devilish intrigue in the look she threw. It caused Zelda to shift in her chair, turning to look over her shoulder and confirm the office door wouldn’t be thrown open.

“And if I don’t do this?” Zelda asked.

Lilith shrugged. “I’ll still arrange for them to complete their community service, but you’ll be left knowing that the punishment was unfairly reduced to a slap on the wrist—so to speak.”

Zelda knew what she meant was, I won’t offer this again to you, because they’d be unlikely to find themselves in such a situation again where Zelda needed to play as a whipping girl.

It wasn’t a fantasy Zelda knew she wanted until it was dangled before her and almost too unbearable to resist. Low in her belly, she felt the flicker of desire warming through her, enough so that she could feel her heart pounding in her chest as much as she could feel a dull thrum between her thighs.

“Fine,” she said, trying to pretend it didn’t have the exact effect of her that it was.

Lilith grinned, an excitement lighting her as she rose to her feet and then gestured to the desk.

Zelda swallowed. Removing her coat, she stepped around the desk and gave a glance to the windows. The blinds were pulled closed, making it impossible to look in. “Well?” Lilith asked, “What are you waiting for. On the desk, now.”

“Shouldn’t we lock the office door?”

“Bend over,” Lilith said as if she hadn’t heard. Zelda bit her tongue, excitement rolling through her as she bent over the desk. She couldn’t see her, but she felt the woman’s hand run over her skirt.

There was a creak of the chair, and then Lilith was standing, coming around to the office door where she flicked the lock with a meaningful look to Zelda, letting her know that they would not be disturbed.

Zelda splayed her hands on the desk. She wasn’t sure how she felt laid out on Lilith’s desk like this, watching as the woman circled back behind her, not unlike a shark examining circling their dinner.

“Cane or barehand?” Lilith asked.

Zelda blinked. “You have a cane here?”

“Don’t make me ask the question again,” Lilith said. “Or I’ll start adding lashes.”

Zelda swallowed, thinking over the words. “Cane,” she answered because they might as well do this right.

“Good girl.”

Zelda heard the sound of a drawer opening, before the dragging of something firm against the wood, and then Lilith was setting the cane down beside her so that Zelda could see it as another hand ran over her backside.

“I’ll admit, I’ve wanted to do this to you for a while, now. Impetuous as you are.”

Zelda scoffed. “I’ve been rather well behaved if anything.”

“Backtalk,” Lilith tutted. “That’s another lashing, I think.” And then her hands were running down Zelda’s thigh, dropping over the hem of her skirt. Zelda shivered, and then felt as the pencil skirt was rolled up her legs, and then over her hips, before being bunched around her waist.

Lilith’s fingers drew over the back of her thighs, touching over the bare skin void of any stockings or lace. “Do you remember your safe word?” she asked.

“I do,” Zelda nodded, pressing firmer against the table as she stared over the edge, looking at the collection of books and knick-knacks that Lilith had on display.

“Good girl,” Lilith breathed, and Zelda felt her knees go weak.

She felt the garter belt unclipped from the back of her stockings, before being pushed up and out of the way, and then her underwear was being rolled down. They’d barely begun, but if Zelda was honest, she could already feel how wet she was.

“My, my, Ms Spellman. I’m not sure if this is going to get the message across given the effect it’s had on you,” Lilith said, as a finger drew dangerously close to her sex, but didn’t quite touch, keeping to the edges of her thighs. “But let’s give this an honest go, hmm?”

Zelda nodded, not trusting herself to speak as she heard the cane get picked up, dragging slowly against the wood of the desk.

“Spread your legs there, that’s a good girl. Back straight,” she said, adjusting Zelda into position and Zelda shivered at the contact, feeling the cool air brush against the warmth of her sex.

Never in her life had something been so utterly erotic as this.

“We’ll start with five lashings?” Lilith said. “I’d appreciate if you could count them for me. Otherwise, I tend to lose track. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes.”

“Yes…?” Lilith enquired.

“Yes, Principal Wardwell.” She wasn’t sure if it was the right thing, but Lilith seemed to chuckle at the response, apparently amused by it.

“Five lashings, dear,” she reminded. Zelda nodded and then waited. Nothing occurred; there was only the dull sound of a clock ticking in the room.

And then the first thwack of the cane hit her on the right cheek, stinging against the skin. “One,” she gasped, eyes squeezing shut as she felt the pain roll across her. The next strike hit against the other side, stinging across the lower side of the cheek and Zelda felt herself clench, “Two,” she said.

There was a punishment in counting it out. Not only did it seem to make it worse, but she felt horribly young, counting her punishments.

“Three!” she gasped, though a moan was building in her chest. A pause came, and then Lilith’s fingers were running across the strike, and Zelda was dropping her head against the table, legs shaking.

It wasn’t horribly painful as she’d first expected, but apparently, she was more into being struck than she realised.

Another strike hit her, high on the right buttocks and Zelda whimpered, feeling wetness slide down her thigh like warm honey. She was drenched and aroused, and there was a dull throb pulling at her sex. There was nothing more she wanted than another hit.

But Lilith seemed to pause, and in the reflection of a knick-knack, Zelda could see a warped version of Lilith holding the cane as she seemed to examine her. “If I knew the effect a good disciple would give to you,” Lilith purred. “I would have done it much sooner.”

Zelda turned, looking over her shoulder to watch Lilith’s eyes dart from her ass to looking up at her, her grin widening.

“Turn around,” Lilith coaxed. “We’re not finished yet.”

Zelda turned around, jerking as fingers pressed against the welt across her backside, slipping over it. And then Lilith’s hand rested over her lower back and the second strike came, sudden and hard and Zelda bit back the groan, her back arching as she jerked forward against the desk, hard enough that it rocked.

And then Lilith’s hand was rubbing against the area, soothing the sting and Zelda felt a whimper rise in her throat, leg shaking at the contrasting touch.

And then came another strike, firmed on the side and Zelda gasped, eyes wide open. “Five, that was five.”

“Was it?” Lilith asked. “I heard you count to two. It sounds like you skipped a few numbers there.”

Zelda twisted around, looking at her. “You can’t be serious?”

Lilith’s brows rose, mischief in her eyes as she cast an exaggerated stern expression at her.“I did ask you to count. I get very lost with these things.”

Zelda huffed, facing back on the desk. She wanted to bite back a response but didn’t trust herself to speak. Despite the sting, Zelda felt the arousal pulling at her. The reality of the situation seemed to hover, reminding her that she was in the school, that she was engaging in discipline by a dominatrix, who’s apparent other job was working as a principal.

And yet, she couldn’t find herself to care.

“We’ll start with three, hmm?” Lilith asked

“Yes,” she answered and then when a silence held between them, she groaned, ducking her head to swallow back her pride. “Yes, Principle Wardwell.”

Again, Lilith laughed. It was a deep, low chuckle divining pleasure from the sadism. It was with that that Zelda was reminded of her email insignia. Madam Satan indeed.

The first strike was firm, and Zelda spoke the word, feeling it come from low in her chest. “Three.” And then the next strike was sharper. “Four,” she gasped, eyes pressing shut. And then, finally, a last strike. It was firm, and yet it crossed over most of the welts, making her thighs shake. “Five,” she whispered, feeling the strike work its way through her body.

She felt her knees weaken, a tugging sensation pulling at her sex as if she’d almost managed to orgasm from that alone.

And just as she steadied herself, another hit came, smacking against both cheeks hard. Zelda bucked and gasped, feeling herself clench at the hit. “Fuck,” she cried, her voice high and pleading.

It was enough for tears to prick at her eyes, and more than enough that Zelda felt an ache low in her body, desperately tugging at her.

“There, all done,” Lilith said, placing the cane down as her other hand rubbed over her backside, soothing the sting.

She didn’t mean to (well, not actively at least) but as the fingers ran over her welts, Zelda found herself arching her back, adjusting her backside in a way that would have the fingers slide across and touch over her sex.

“Oh, I see,” Lilith breathed, and then Zelda felt her hand slide near and close. “You were such a good whipping girl for me, taking ten lashes. Did you want a reward?” It was a tease as if pretending she wasn’t already entirely aware of what Zelda wanted.

She wanted to ask what reward, not wanting to be tricked with something horrible, but she couldn’t find the words. She was so close, so close that it would hardly take more than a well-placed stroke to get her off. Zelda nodded against the desk and felt the hands drop away.

“Turn around,” Lilith said, and she obeyed, hissing as the welts pressed against the edge of the desk. Lilith stepped forward and then Zelda’s chin was being tilted up as Lilith grinned at her. “Part your legs for me.”

Zelda obeyed, spreading her legs, breathing in sharply as she pressed firmer on the welts against the edge of the desk.

Lilith grinned at her, and then she was stepping between her legs, hand drawing lightly against the slick folds. Zelda watched at the pupil expanded, Lilith’s mouth parting as she gasped with what she found.

Zelda wasn’t slick, or wet. She was drenched from the caning and Zelda could feel something akin to embarrassment as she bit her lip, feeling herself quiver at the light touch, arousal dripping over her thighs and stinging against the forming welts.

And then Lilith was sliding inside of her and Zelda felt it like stars behind her eyes. Never had anything felt as deliciously good as the woman sliding however many fingers inside of her.

Lilith’s expression shifted, her face holding in faux surprise before she grinned, like the cat that got the canary, stroking inside of her purposefully with the intent to tease. “Is this what wanted?” she asked. Zelda’s eyes fluttered shut as she nodded, rocking forward.

She regretted the movement, feeling the sting shudder up her spine, mixing with the growing climax.

“Hold on to the desk,” Lilith said. “You’re going to want a steady grip for what I’m about to do.”

Zelda’s fingers wrapped around the desk, uncertain as to why, since she could certainly hold herself up on her feet.

And then Lilith was on her knees before her and Zelda felt herself tremble at the sight. The woman’s incandescent eyes staring up at her as she bent forward, fingers still stroking inside her as she pressed a kiss to her skin, licking along the crease between thigh and labia.

“Jesus Christ,” Zelda hissed, pressing on the ball of her feet, hands grasping at the desk. It was too much, definitely too much in a way that every other fantasy would be shattered and replaced with the image of Lilith on her knees.

Zelda swallowed, watching as Lilith’s tongue slipped between her labia folds in a low, languid stroke, and then she couldn’t watch her any more. It was too sinful, too delicious and her head rolled back, jaw clenching shut as she felt the tongue slip over her sex, drawing over it with such wonderful delight that Zelda could feel the sting of the welts melting and heightening the pleasure Lilith was summoning between her legs.

It was slow and drawn out, and then Lilith’s pace increased, her fingers sliding deeper insider of her, filling her up in a way that felt like she was entirely designed to please her, pressing where she needed it to be pressed, sliding deep and then back.

Zelda could feel her arousal dripping down against her thighs.

“Fuck,” Zelda whimpered, squeezing around the fingers as Lilith’s tongue drew over her clit. “Lilith,” she keened again louder, as Lilith began sucking over the clit, drawing over it until Zelda was no longer riding a wave. She was thrown high and higher and, oh god, she needed more. Her body was shaking, and her grip on the desk was slipping with the way she was riding those fingers.

One hand let go of the desk, slipping into Lilith’s hair, as she urged for more. She could hear the woman laughing between her thighs, but she didn’t care about how unhinged she felt. The woman was filling her up and licking her out like she’d never experienced before and there was nothing in this world that Zelda wanted more than to come.

“Let’s see how messy you are,” Lilith said before her tongue began swirling firm circles and it was all Zelda could do to nod, biting her lip.

The pressure was firmer, and then, Zelda was squeezing tighter, her whole body convulsing as all she could focus on was the pressure building and building, until––

“God, Lilith,” she managed to say, the words squeezed between a breath as she let go and felt the orgasm shake through her, with a sudden, unexpected gush of wetness.

She fumbled back on the desk, barely able to consider what exactly occurred as she realised that Lilith’s fingers hadn’t let up her. Her tongue was pressing flat over her clit, down to her fingers, and Zelda was shaking again. Before she could push her away, she was brought again to climax, stronger than the previous one, that took her by surprise so much that she dropped awkwardly against the desk, feeling papers crease, and something hard and wooden press against her forearm as she caught herself from falling.

Only then did Lilith pull away, her mouth dropping away first, fingers drawing out in such a way that Zelda whined at the sensation, blinking up at the ceiling.

She felt…very wet. And worse, she felt as if there’d been a sudden force to her orgasms, almost like she’d…

Well…she wasn’t sure, but she hadn’t had an orgasm like that for some time.

“What did you do?” she asked breathlessly, feeling the words come out in heavy pants as she watched Lilith rise to her feet, wiping her chin with the back of her hand with an entirely too pleased expression on her face as she reached over Zelda to pick at a tissue.

“Why I believe I made you come twice,” she said, her smile widening. “What do you think happened?”

Zelda felt a flush rush over her face. She’d had many orgasms before, but that had been different to anything she’d experienced. “You…” she trailed off, voice strangling as she looked away as Lilith cleaned her fingers with the tissue before throwing it in the wastepaper bin.

Zelda moved, but before she could, Lilith stopped her. “Here,” she said, reaching over her again and plucking out two sheets of tissue before handing it to her. “Have you never ejaculated like that before?”

Zelda took the sheets of tissue, cleaning herself the best she could before fixing her underwear and stockings. “No,” she admitted. “Well…maybe once or twice, but not like that.” She threw the tissues in the wastepaper bin and shifted her skirt down, feeling the marks on the ass sting as she did so.

They were going to hurt for a while.

“Pleased to be of service then,” Lilith said, taking a seat back in the office chair. “Did you want me to place cream on that?” she asked, pointing towards Zelda’s ass, though the way she swivelled in the chair made Zelda think that she just wanted to pull down her underwear again and fuck her over the desk once more.

“I’ll be fine,” Zelda said, feeling the flush of embarrassment wash over her. They had both been intense orgasms, and although Zelda had greatly enjoyed them both, she couldn’t help the embarrassment that had come with it. She’d been utterly unhinged, and now it seemed there was shame rolling over her for the ejaculation.

Lilith’s face tilted and before Zelda could push away, the woman was standing up before her, a finger on her chin gently guiding her eyes back to face her. “There’s nothing shameful about that.”

Zelda’s eyes narrowed, pushing the hand away from her. “I’m quite aware, thank you,” she said. “I’m not some young girl you need to guide in the ways of sex and sexuality.” Huffing, she pushed off from the desk and immediately regretted it, feeling the sting press over her.

“As you say,” Lilith said, going to sit back in her office chair as if they were having nothing more than a casual conversation. “I do hope you’re finished for the rest of the day, as I imagine that will be quite painful until late this evening.”

Zelda looked away, fixing her hair the best she could without a mirror present. “I trust that what we discussed stands––community service?”

“Yes, but it will be for all the students. Can’t look like a favour any of them,” she said, with a pressing look—annoyance from the need to play politics.

“And the other children?”

“I will handle it. But if you’d like to take up the issue, our PTA is always open. Or we can have another meeting?”

Zelda made a non-committal noise, running her hands over her skirt to ensure she couldn’t see anything.

“I shall see you tomorrow, Ms Spellman,” Lilith said, before gesturing to her door.

Zelda gave her a sharp look, before nodding and stepping away. The next day it was then.

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#zelda spellman #lilith #zelith #madam spellman #caos fanfic #morgan writes #morgans fics

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maximumninjavoid · 4 years

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Mining for Unobtanium Chapter 23

It got eaten. Like the post was there but there was NO TEXT.

I screamed. I really did. This was a good chapter, I thought.

Well Feck. Good think I’m slightly compulsive.

Adults only 18 and over. Adult themes, teh secks and stuff.

Un Beta’d we die like my dreams ( too dark? )

At some point I , we must have passed out or fallen asleep. There he was, larger than life and in my bed, and I was surrounded by him. The perfect big spoon, arms wrapped around me, leg thrown over my hip,I felt petite, and I assure you, I am not. I could have stayed there forever. My bladder however had different ideas, and the lingerie, while beautiful, was not my first choice to sleep in. Extraction was going to be an interesting manoeuvre. If I wiggle too much, I risk alerting The Kraken. I didn't mind a second round, or a third of he wanted to go, but right this instant? Oh my gawd, I had to pee. I managed to slide myself out of his embrace and he rolled towards where I was just a minute ago. I wanted to stop and just look at him, sleeping, but, I suppose I could do that on the way back. Necessities taken care of, and a bit of freshening up while I was dishabille, at least this way, ~should~ one of his eyes inadvertently open, I looked 'artfully messy' as opposed to just fucked up. I'd settle for freshly fucked. Did you ever see "Torch Song Trilogy"? Oh my stars. Stop what you're doing and go watch that movie. There is a hole in your cultural education if you haven't. So, it's Harvey Firestein, it's autobiographical, and you're going to need tissues. Matthew Broderick is in it. But, there's this one scene where Harvey's character sets the alarm so he can get up before his boyfriend, brush his teeth, fix his face, do his morning routine so when the boyfriend wakes up, Harvey looks amazing. I have now reached the Harvey Firestein point of my life. Henry, of course, probably ,what was the expression? Woke up like that. I slid back into bed, using his shoulder to rest my head and curled my leg up over his hip. I kissed his neck lightly and whispered "sweet dreams". It was still dark out when round two began, he may have been half asleep. Well, parts of him were. Limbs were entangled, his head on my chest and his cock making its presence known. I stretched, and kissed his head, he curled his fingers into mine and in a fraction of a second he was above me, half smiling. "I thought I had dreamt you". "Oh, I'm certain you did" and I kissed his lips. I trailed my free hand down his back and kissed him more deeply. " I'm nothing but a figment of your imagination ". I could feel his erection at the juncture of my thighs and I rolled my hips up to try and slide him into my center. He was more entertained with sliding himself along my folds and driving me mad, taking his time. He bent his head to capture a nipple in his mouth and I rolled my eyes back in my head and shuddered. "Like that, do you?" " Oh God yes. . Umm you...uhh... Have no idea" and he took it in his teeth and tortured it with his tongue and I stopped speaking, I could just moan. The scoundrel looked up at me through his lashes and smirked. Then he went to work on the other one and I began to come undone. He could feel me getting wetter and then he went balls deep in one thrust, and I came. My pussy was clenching him and pulsing and he stroked slow and deep, bottoming out with every thrust. "Figments of my imagination don't come all over my cock like that". " They do when their nipples are hard wired to their clit". He arched an eyebrow at me and didn't miss a beat, slowly sliding in and out of me, feeling the aftershocks. "Oh at this pace, I can last forever" "You really ARE competitive. I already told you, I will not break " He leveraged himself up slightly on one elbow, and we were kissing, and well, I wouldn't call it fucking, but that sort of sweet sleepy sex, and he really was relentless in his pursuit of we are going to do this forever. I raised one leg to slightly change the angle, I needed more, and a little to the, OH YES.....exactly there.....I purred like a satisfied panther.... " Happy, darling? " mmm mmm right there, that's the perfect spot.... " "You mean THIS spot? and he snapped his hips and it was like lightning crossed that bundle of nerves inside me. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. He did it again, and again until I had another orgasm and then he began to chase his own release. I buried my face in the crook of his neck and bit him as he sped up his thrusts. I had proof of his Godhood now. Even his O face is breathtakingly beautiful. Still joined together he rolled me on top of him, wrapped his arms around me and stroked my skin as I buried my face in his fur and we drifted back to sleep. I awoke to coffee. Oh. Thank every benevolent deity I could think of, no one will perish this morning. I stretched, and reveled in every ache; recalling how I had earned them. I scooted up to a sitting position, made quick work of eight ounces of coffee ( yes, it was gone in minutes) and went in search of my guest. I heard water running in the bathroom, and the door was ajar, so I looked in. Sweet baby Ganesha, there he stood, with his back to me, in the shower. Rivulets of water cascading down the planes and angles of his musculature, and I could see that I had left a mark of three of my own. With a very self satisfied smile I joined him in the shower and slid my arms around his waist, kissing his back. "Morning darling. Thank you for the magical bean juice".

He laughed and turned and kissed me. " Fey creatures surely live on potions".

I looked up at this God in human form " You're a fine one to talk about being imaginary. "

"Oh these marks aren't imaginary!" " Was that a complaint ? "

"Madam, I shall wear them as a badge of honor, for the favour of being yours". The shower rang with laughter and we washed and kissed and played probably longer than we would have had we not been in a hotel. Wrapped in a towel I offered him more coffee, poured my self some and excused myself to go out on the balcony and smoke. I know it was a smoking room, but I was working at being super considerate. He stuck his head out to ask what I was doing. "Smoking, darling boy. Smoking. So I don't inadvertently kill you."

" Come inside. It's too cold out. "

" Darling I'm almost done and then you can warm me up. You radiate heat like a blast furnace". I put out my cigarette and as soon as I got back and closed the balcony door, I was engulfed by his warmth, and those muscles. A girl could get used to that. "So, what's on your busy schedule today mister international superstar?" He blushed. He ACTUALLY blushed. " Well, I'm going to put most of my suit back on and do the.... What's the term? Stride of pride? " I couldn't help myself. I laughed. No, scratch that. I howled. It was a belly laugh, holding my sides, I fell over on the bed, my face hurt, laughed. " God, Henry, someone has GOT to write you a fast paced comedy, you've got great comic timing! And then? " " Well I do want to hear all about Kal's date, take him for a walk, I think I've got my cardio in, but, I'm always angling for more" and he arched that eyebrow again.

"Cheeky monkey!"

" And after that, I'm at your service. " "Have you a disguise?"

" What do you mean? "

I shook my head. " Henry, we talked about this. How in six hells are you going to explain me? It's not like we're going to go out and you're going to keep your hands off me, are you? I certainly don't want to have to keep my lips or my hands off of you. You're in London, not Jersey."

" Look, if I can stand in Times fucking Square, in a Superman shirt and only two people stop.... "

"Darling.... That's New York. They give zero fucks. About anything. I do not want to be a cause for concern or a paparazzi problem. I don't want your PR team up my ass. We're creative. We'll figure it out. Now let me see that stride of pride. Work it! "

#henry cavill smut #henry cavill fanfic

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ultjunsus · 5 years

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Just ranting

Sometimes I really feel like even though I was diagnosed with selective mutism, that I don’t or more that I don’t anymore? Maybe it’s the fact that a lot of people now a days will say someones faking for attention or something along those lines. Even though I know I was diagnosed by a professional my mind tells me that I’m just faking it.

My life living with SM has been really rough. I was never really properly treated, I believe I was just given medication and went to occasional sessions where they didn’t work with me or even really address me. School was a roller coaster where I was fine with my friends but with anyone else it was hell, especially presenting. But I didn’t have a system set up for me and was forced to present even if I was on the verge of tears. And it only got worse as I went into middle and high school. I guess thankfully(?) by the time I went into high school I learned that no one understood why I’d stutter or sometimes have an actual breakdown about presenting or whatever in front of the class and my mom never talked to the school to set up any sort of system for me guess cause she thought I got through fine without it every other year. So I just “got over it” did what I had to and if the breakdown hit after it did. Mentally high school was the roughest part of my life. There were so many days I didn’t even have the energy to get out of bed. I’d have a C in one class and my father would lose his mind about it. And my mom who told me I could always talk to her would yell at me when I tried to tell her I needed a day to stay home due to bad mental health.

I got more comfortable in some classes but even those classes when I had to do certain things it would trigger and I’d shut down and no one would understand. Choir was a big example. I was really comfortable in there with my friends and my teacher but when it came around time for solos or anything where the class or my teacher had to hear me by myself I’d feel myself start to shut down. But I couldn’t explain it to them and I doubt it’d do me much good to try to. So i’d just somehow suffer through whatever it was and nearly breakdown if not completely breakdown after. It was so mentally, emotionally, and physically taxing.

I dunno how everyone else’s feels but I not only feel my ability to speak just stop I also tend to space out entirely and not register much. I get lost in my own head, playing all bad outcomes over and over in my head. I pick at something or fidget with something, or I’ve even rubbed a small portion of my skin raw without realizing it. My breathing becomes short and labored as I literally feel my chest and throat tighten. Sometimes I’ll even end up crying depending on how bad it gets. Maybe its because my untreated SM has stemmed into social and general anxiety as well as depression but its such a horrible experience.

I’m now 21 and I’ve had 1 job and it was possibly the worst experience of my life. The job pushed me to my lowest and I’ve been stuck here since. My breakdowns have been happening more often than I’d like to admit. There was a point where i’d come home and breakdown nearly every day after work. I dreaded going but I couldn’t bring myself to quit. Then Harvey hit and our store flooded and we were expected to go to nearby stores while they remodeled but it took me so long to get at least mostly comfortable with everyone in our salon I couldn’t bring myself to go through all that again with new people it took a lot out of me to do it the first time. That on top of how bad my mental state was because of the job I just couldn’t. So I took that opportunity to quit. I haven’t been employed since but that’s because my mom kept telling me not to because of her and my dad’s clashing work schedules and my lack of license and car so I wouldn’t have a reliable ride to and from. So we put it off.

I quit back in Aug of 2017 and the entire time I’ve been unemployed I’ve felt like garbage for not working but every time i brought it up my mom just brushed it off. Yes I could’ve just gotten a job but I wouldn’t have a ride without her and I didn’t want to burden her with that. Even though my mom brushed it off my dad always brought it up and made me feel like shit about it. My dad never tried to understand what I was going through and was often hypocritical about a lot of things. When i’d sleep for too long because I was depressed he’d yell at me but he could sleep all day if he wanted. In Oct a lot of stuff happened and my parents have ended up separating. My mom doesn’t make enough to cover bills and groceries. My sister and her family are staying with her us for the time being as well which is a whole nother situation for my anxiety. But due to this my mom applied to for food stamps but because I’m an adult who isn’t working they wanted my psychiatrist (who I haven’t seen since high school because I no longer have insurance) to fill out a form saying i couldn’t work or they wanted me to apply to work force for them to help me get a job. Mind you for the last 3 years I’ve wanted nothing more than to go back to my psychiatrist and get help, especially with how bad my depression is. But I don’t have insurance and because of how shitty our system is I can’t get any so that wasn’t an option. So I was stuck with workforce.

When we went the first time I had forgotten my wallet with my SS and ID which they said I wouldn’t need so we went in to apply or whatever only to find out that I did need it. And in that short not even 5 mins my anxiety spiked so high that it took me 30 mins in the car to calm down. I felt like everyone’s eyes were on me and I was shaking so bad. We went back the next day and I broke down merely filling out the form because someone continued to come over and check on us. It was hard to breathe and I even cried. I hate crying in public I try my best to hold out til I’m at least away from people but I couldn’t. A month prior to all of this I had made plans with my BF to come down for the holidays until after the New year to see him and meet his mom who had come back from Germany and invited me. But when we got the letter that I had to go into the workforce and do stuff I only had like 2 days to do so. We went in the last day and the lady I was sat with (by myself btw) made it very apparent. When I told her the situation she proceeded to be like “todays the last day and you have to come in tomorrow to work with us. What do you want me to do?” in a very condescending tone, talking to me like I’m an idiot. At this point I’m already internally freaking out and I’m trying not to cry again and I start stuttering out an IDK when she cuts me off and calls her supervisor and gets an answer. After that she was oh so sweet to me but before she was very snarky and made me feel like a dumb child. It was back to back questions of “have you worked? How long? Why did you quit?” As if I chose to be unemployed this long without a good reason.

She sent me off and I started walking to my mom and she told me I nearly passed out doing so before I ran outside to just broke down, collapsing on the side walk. I couldn’t enjoy my 3 weeks away from home because all I could think about was coming back and doing that all over again. I could only think about coming back and being talked to like an incompetent child. Being talked to like some lazy idiot who hasn’t worked for the past 2 years out of sheer laziness. I’ve had literal consistent daily breakdowns over this in the past week. I have literally had trouble sleeping because of this. I come home and I try talking to my mom about it because i have to go back before the 9th and she either brushes me off or tells me “Ik you’re uncomfortable” as if me having 3 breakdowns in the same day and nearly passing out was just uncomfortable. Or she’d tell me “idk what you want me to do. I didn’t ask for things to be like this” as if I was saying I was blaming her for this as if I didn’t know what our situation was right now. My mother who always told me I could always go to her about anything won’t listen to me or downplays my anxiety when its literally made the last 3 weeks living hell. I just I don’t understand.

Idk what this post became tbh I’m a mess.

#anxiety #depression #selective mutism #actuallymute

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asbiecat · 6 years

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Sorry about the radio silence – it’s been an interesting and tumultuous month.

It started off great, with DemiCon. Sales were all right, but I made a lot of new friends, contacts, and joined some groups. It was successful more for networking than anything, and I’m very glad we went.

Before DemiCon was over, I got bad news from my husband. We’re not sure how, but Harvey (our rabbit) slipped out of his cage (again) and was found in the backyard (again). Unfortunately, unlike the last time, he was hurt pretty bad. We aren’t sure what happened or how he got from the garage to the fenced-in backyard, but one of his back legs was broken and a lot of ribs on one side were broken. It was late, so we weren’t able to get him to the vet until the next day. Before we could take him, he’d passed away. So even though DemiCon was great, the weekend ended on a very somber note. He wasn’t the cuddliest of pets, but he loved us. He purred when we were around (rabbits purring means they really like you), and even though he didn’t like to be held, he’d always come up to you and play with you if you sat on his level. The girls adored him, and my husband and I really miss him too.

After DemiCon, I spent the week recovering and then went home to Dubuque with my girls for Mother’s Day weekend. We intended to camp with Grandma, Grandpa, and their uncle Jeff and aunt Caitlin, but it was cold and rainy all weekend, so it just turned into a sleepover at Grandma and Grandpa’s house with some park visits. It would’ve been fun, but some demon kept hopping between my children, possessing them in turn. I got to write for a whole half an hour the whole weekend.

I also found out that my publisher is switching ownership. The current owner sold the company because he was given some terrible health news. So, even though The Haven is set and ready for printing, communication has been sparing. I have several things I need to know or keep track of, so I feel bad bugging them for information, even though it’s necessary. The Haven (paperback only) is currently on Amazon and available for purchase (and on sale at $18!) but I haven’t actually seen a physical copy yet, and don’t know the actual print date yet. So, go ahead and order it! But I don’t know when you’ll actually get it. I know and understand what’s going on with the publisher, but have no idea what’s going on with Amazon and the printer. So much for this book being less stressful!

Two weeks ago, I finished The Hunt (which was already cut up by one early reader) and sent it to my second wave of early readers. One’s finished and commenting up the manuscript now. One hasn’t started yet, and the other hasn’t replied back to me yet. I would feel comfortable going forward with just the two that HAVE read it, but I’d obviously feel better if I could get all four.

I also started The Shield last week, and currently have 70 pages. I’m trying to write as much as humanly possible before I lose my free time, which I can explain in the next paragraph.

This week I had an interview for a Technical Writing job, and (I’m not sure how) I impressed them so much the job was offered to me within an hour and a half of the interview. I accepted it, but now I’m freaking out a bit because I have to find childcare for both kids on short notice, fix my incredibly jacked-up sleep schedule, start interacting with normal adults on a daily basis again (it should not be surprising, but I’m quite antisocial and introverted like a lot of writers), and will have a whole lot less time to work on my books. Well, as long as I pass the background check, anyway. It will also be fantastic to have my two degrees bringing in money again in more ways than just the pittance that selling books gives me. Authors are intellectually and creatively rich people, not financially.

The having less time to work on my books is probably the toughest on me right now. I have consistently been putting in 50 hours a week on things related to writing – either writing, reading, editing, updating the website, blogging, or dealing with the publisher. I’ve dealt with this before – The Dark was picked up by Christopher Matthews Publishing when I was employed full-time at IBM. I work well under pressure and tight schedules, but I’m very much aware that the sheer volume of time that I have now is going to go *poof!*

On the plus side, The Haven will be printed next month. The Hunt is nearly ready too. The Shield has been completely outlined and has a healthy start. I have a loose outline for The Streets and The System, and a good idea of how The Ripper is going to get changed. Everything I do gives me more fodder and depth for The Conspiracy. I’m steaming full ahead on everything Division 53, so this shouldn’t trip me up, just slow me down a little.

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Back in Town Chapter 5

Catch up with the previous chapter here.

Or start from the beginning on AO3.

Over the next several days the two men fell into somewhat of a routine. Harvey worked hard during the day and rescheduled meetings in order to be able to bring dinner home. They would eat together, clean up the dishes, and watch a movie or two before bed. Everyday Harvey tried to convince Mike to stop by the office for lunch but he always turned him down. From what Harvey could tell Mike was spending his days working steadily through both his bookshelf and his liquor cabinet. Harvey hadn’t mentioned the alcohol because he knew Mike was hurting; but as soon as he got home each day he made sure to replace the scotch glass with water. He took the fact that Mike never fought him on this to mean that he didn’t need to be too worried about it. Day by day Mike was eating a bit more and his smiles were lasting a bit longer. Despite the improvements, it was still difficult for Harvey to witness Mike folding in on himself like he was and not feel like he could help, which made leaving for work each morning close to unbearable.

Harvey knew if he just told Mike to go get some air all he would earn would be a middle finger. But he also knew that even though Mike knew what Harvey was doing his unfailing need to help would never allow him to say no to a favor, so every few days he would come up with some errand he could claim he forget and text Mike in the middle of the day asking him to run out and pick up the coffee creamer or whatever the excuse of the day was

There was no avoiding the fact that the next few days would be filled with late nights, and since Mike still refused to see anyone but Harvey, Harvey hated that he would be leaving him alone. That night after dinner Mike started to get up to clear the table but Harvey laid a hand on his forearm to stop him,

“Hey wait a second. I wanted to talk to you.” Mike sat back down, but Harvey didn’t move his hand as he continued, “The next couple days you won’t be seeing much of me. The Ferguson Corporation is buying out a smaller competitor who keeps trying to change the terms of the agreement. Now it’s turned into a huge headache with Baker and Baten bringing bullshit lawsuits trying to tank the deal so their client who missed the party can still get in a higher bid.” Mike just nodded along. “I hate to leave you here all by yourself. I wish you would reconsider seeing Donna. Or hell, hang out with Harold Gunderson or Louis’s cat for all I care.”

“I don’t need a babysitter Harvey.”

“It’s not babysitting, it’s spending time with family.”

“I will see Donna soon. But right now I’m just… I just want to get through this on my own first.”

Harvey sighed and put his hands in his lap. He turned in his chair to look out at the lit up cityscape for a few moments before looking back at Mike from the side, “Look, I know I’m the last person you’d expect to hear this from, but you can’t actually go through everything on your own. It would have been a hell of a lot easier if I had figured that out earlier in life.” Mike pointedly looked away and remained silent. “Well I figured you’d be as stubborn as always, so I bought you something.” Mike turned to Harvey with his brows furrowed in confusion as Harvey leaned down and pulled a new e-reader from his briefcase. “I noticed you were running out of books from my shelf. I figured if I was going to leave you alone I could at least make sure you had something to focus that brain of yours on. My secretary should have set it up and loaded some money on it so you can download whatever.”

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know I didn’t, but I’m awesome,”

“You have your moments.”

“Plus, if I came home to find you had actually died of boredom I would have to deal with the body. And Donna would never let me live it down.”

“No dying in the apartment. Got it. I promise.”

“Good.”

Three days later Harvey hadn’t seen Mike again, at least not while he was awake, only slipping into bed next to him for a few hours of sleep each night before heading back to the office before dawn. As Mel Ferguson walked out of his office with the Ferguson Corporation’s acquisition deal finally complete he closed his eyes and took one deep breath knowing that he kept an important client for the firm, and would finally be home for dinner tonight. All he had to do was make it through a few more meetings. Checking his watch he muttered a curse under his breath. He had hoped to have a second to check in on Mike, but he was late for a partner meeting. Louis had scheduled the meeting weeks ago to discuss making Katrina a senior partner; he knew Louis, Donna, and Alex would already be there waiting on him and that he owed it to Louis, and Katrina, to hear him out.

Twenty minutes into the meeting Harvey’s phone starts vibrating on the conference room table where he had placed it. A quick glance let him know the call was coming from Katherine, the woman who had been cleaning the apartment for the past several years. Harvey couldn’t remember a time she ever called this number since setting up their schedule years earlier and acting on instinct, he answered the phone.

“This is Harvey Specter.”

Louis opened his mouth incredulously, “Harvey you could at least have the common decency to not…” He was cut short by Harvey raising a hand to silence him. He was about to start laying into Harvey about meeting etiquette and respect when he saw Harvey’s face change.

“Slow down,” Harvey said into the phone, “Is he breathing?” His voice grew more panicked as the call continued, “No I’ll take care of it I’ll be right there,” he said hanging up the phone. “Katrina has my vote,” he told Louis in a rush. He was already on his way out the door, all his belongings still on the table, when he glanced at Donna “I’m going to need a few days off.”

Louis looked at Donna in confusion “What the hell is going on?”

Donna was still staring at the now empty doorframe Harvey had just rushed out of. She swallowed and turned to answer Louis, “Things ended between Mike and Rachel, he’s been staying with Harvey, and apparently doing worse than we thought.” Louis recoiled in the way he always did when taken by surprise.

“Mike is back? Since when?”

“Just since last week.”

“Why didn’t anyone tell me? If anyone understands heartbreak it’s me. I could have..”

Donna cut him off, “Look Louis, I know you would want to help, but he’s not up for mudding or whatever you would try to do right now. The only person he’ll even talk to is Harvey.”

Louis considered a moment, he was irked that he was once again left out of the loop. But he also remembered shutting himself off when things ended with Sheila. “Have his secretary coordinate with Gretchen, I’ll take whatever of his meetings I can, the rest we’ll reschedule.”

Harvey Specter, who never moved faster than a controlled brisk walk, barrelled through the hallway to his apartment, almost yanking the door off its hinges as he entered.

“In here Mr. Specter,” Katherine called from the bathroom. Harvey rushed towards her and stopped dead in his tracks. The image that was waiting for him would be burned into his head and pop up in moments of fear or panic for the rest of Harvey’s life. Because there, sprawled face down on the tile floor was an unconscious Mike. He had scrapes bleeding on his face and arms presumably from the scotch glass that lay in shards spread out across the bathroom. Both the clothes and the floor were covered in his vomit and he had a set of papers gripped in one hand.

“Mike..” Harvey choked, barely audible. All color drained from Harvey’s face as he fell to his knees and placed a hand on Mike’s back, needing to feel the shallow breaths for himself. Harvey took a moment to collect himself before flipping the switch into handler mode.

“I’m so sorry about this Katherine, thank you so much for calling me,” he said as he rolled Mike over before scooping him up underneath his knees and his shoulders. He placed him sitting against the wall in the shower, being sure to lean his head back carefully. Taking the papers out of his hand it only took one glance to discern what they were; divorce papers. “Well shit,” he muttered. As soon as he moved Mike Katherine started on the mess in the bathroom. “You don’t have to do that,” Harvey told her.

“You have your hands full. This is how I can help,” she replied matter of factly. Harvey nodded gratefully as Katherine made short work of the mess and left him to the more personal matter of cleaning up Mike. Removing his shoes, jacket, and tie, Harvey stepped into the shower. Taking a washcloth Harvey started by rinsing Mike’s face. As he ran the cloth over the other man’s chin, holding his cheek in the other his eyes opened in muddled confusion.

“Harrveyy?” He slurred, leaning his face into Harvey’s hand.

God, had his eyes always been such a bright blue? Harvey thought maybe it was just that he had never been as close to him before, their faces were just a few inches apart. “Hey there, you’re alright. You’re an idiot. But an idiot that will be fine in a day.”

“Mhmmm,” was all Mike could muster before shutting his eyes again. Using the detachable shower head Harvey began to rinse Mike off, who was still fully clothed. “Ughh” Mike groaned, flinching a bit when the water hit him, but otherwise succumbed to his fate. Once Harvey had the clothes rinsed he shook Mike’s shoulder,

“Arms up,” he said, starting to peel the shirt up over his head, “that’s it. There you go,” he encouraged as if he was speaking to a toddler. Awkwardly he shimmied Mike’s pants off, leaving him in just his boxers, and placed the wet clothes in a corner. He gently began cleaning Mike’s skin, careful not to get any body wash in the scrapes.

Harvey started to feel hot and agitated, he turned the water temperature down thinking the steam was getting to him. Even with the cool stream of water he felt flushed in his face and where his skin met Mike’s. With one arm around Mike’s shoulder and the other holding the shower head giving a final rinse Harvey froze. He recognized this feeling. But that wasn’t right. It couldn’t be. Carefully but quickly he took his hand off Mike and exited the shower. “Wake up. Get changed,” he said shortly, throwing a towel and a pair of sweats in Mike’s lap before hastily leaving the bathroom. Grabbing his phone he stormed across the apartment and out the patio door, leaving wet footprints from his sopping pant legs and already dialing a number.

“Hello Harvey, if this is about last week’s session you asked to reschedule I was just about to call you,” Julie said from the other line.

“What? No, that’s not important,” Harvey’s voice was strained. Julie immediately knew he was distressed but said nothing, knowing he would continue. “Something is wrong with my head. I need you to fix this.”

“Harvey, you know that’s not how this works. Why don’t you tell me what happened just before you called?”

“Mike is here and he… I felt.. He’s…I’m not...” Harvey stuttered. Which is something Harvey Specter never did.

“Ah,” The therapist said lightly as she understood what was happening, “so you’ve come to that conclusion have you?”

“What? What is that supposed to mean?” he spurted confused and angry, although he wasn’t sure who he was angry at.

“Harvey, tell me why you called,” she said her voice still calm.

Harvey was pacing across the balcony, feeling more agitated than he ever remembered being before half shouting, “Because I need you to tell me why the fuck I’m attracted to Mike goddamn Ross!”

Read the next chapter.

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“Tightrope Walking” - Part 3

(Part 1 / Part 2)

My Masterlist - Here

Bruce Wayne x Reader - Romantic Relationship

Jim Gordon x Reader - Father/Daughter Relationship

Jerome Valeska x Reader - Past Friendship

Word Count: 1712

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Your Last Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Violence, cursing, kidnapping

Summary: Reader ends up chilling at the GCPD, until shit hits the fan.

Author’s Note: I really hope you all are enjoying this series! The part after this will follow very closely to the storyline of the episode of Jerome’s return. Then the part after that is one that I am super excited for! It will be very lengthy, but so action-y and wonderful! So be prepared!

If you would like to be tagged in any of my future pieces (All Works, Specific Fandoms, or Specific Multi-Parts), please let me know! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!

- DreaSaurusREX

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You explained Bruce’s idea to Jim and he strongly agreed. He knew about your past with Jerome and didn’t want to take any chances. So you were going to quit your job for the time being, and not be alone. You hated it, but you knew this would be the safest option.

A few days went by and no one heard anything about Jerome. Not even a bank heist by him or his followers. It was very unsettling. You had spent the night with Bruce again last night since Jim had to work late again. He still trying to work with the captain about his schedule. He felt awful about it, but you and Bruce and even Alfred assured him that you were fine to stay at Wayne Manor.

It was Monday morning. You woke up around 7 o’clock because of your alarm. Usually you would wake up to this alarm and get ready for work. But then you remembered what was going on. Jerome. Alive. Sweetcheeks. You just sighed and closed your eyes. It was a weird mix of feeling real and feeling like a nightmare that you’d just wake up from. But feeling Bruce’s protective hold on you proved that this was real.

You tried to fall back to sleep but couldn’t. You grabbed your phone from the bedside table and remembered a recipe you found the other day. It would be a nice surprise for the boys. When you found the screenshot you had of it, you smiled to yourself.

You decided to try to get up and make breakfast. But you had one obstacle first. Bruce. He was a very light sleeper, more so lately with the outbreak of Jerome and his mass of followers. You were somehow able to unhook yourself from his arms and put one of the pillows in your place without waking him up. You felt a bit accomplished, a bit sneaky.

Knowing him, he would freak out and instantly go into hero mode if he saw you weren’t there next to him. So you left a note on the bedside table.

“Bruce -

I’m okay. I’m safe. I’m just downstairs in the kitchen. Woke up and couldn’t fall back to sleep. Thought I would make some breakfast for us all. Come down whenever you want.

- (Y/N)”

Even though you left your note for Bruce, you weren’t surprised when he quickly came into the kitchen 30 minutes later with a look of panic in his eyes and pulled you into a protective embrace. Your arms naturally wrapped around his neck while he had his around your waist. He had apparently ran because you could hear him breathe a bit harder than if he had just walked. Bruce pulled away enough to look at you and put a hand on your cheek.

“(Y/N). I read the note, but I was still scared of you being alone. Someone could have snuck in and--” You didn’t let him continue any further. You pull him down to have your lips land on his. That was a guaranteed way to shut him up, even for a few seconds. When you broke the kiss, it was your turn to put a hand to his cheek and talk.

“I’m safe, I’m here, and breakfast will be done in about 10 minutes. If something had happened, you or Alfred would have heard me. Now, if you could help set the table for breakfast, that would be lovely.” Bruce sighed, nodded, and kissed you once more before grabbing some plates and utensils for you two and Alfred.

Breakfast ended up perfect! The eggs and spinach melded together nicely, even Alfred commented on your cooking abilities. Alfred finished first and started to work on the dishes while you and Bruce took your time.

“So, do you have any plans for today, (Y/N)?” Bruce asked before taking a bite. You didn’t really have to think too much. Basically being on house arrest made it simple for you to think of what to do lately.

“Not really. I may try to get back into drawing. I haven’t sketched anything in a few weeks. Maybe I’ll find a space in the study to listen to music and do that for a couple hours.” You didn’t really look up while saying that, absentmindedly moving your food around your plate. Bruce could tell that you weren’t happy with being confined like this. He held your hand and gently slid his thumb across the back of your hand.

“I know you hate this. I know it sucks to be restricted. But this is--” You cut him off. Knowing what he would say next.

“Is for my safety and you all are just trying to look out for me. I know. It’s just a struggle to go from working and keeping busy to not really doing much of anything so abruptly.” You looked up at him and tried to give him a small smile while you squeezed his hand a bit. “I’m fine. This is all temporary anyways.”

Bruce squeezed your hand in return.

“Would you want me to join you? I can do my own work in the study. So you’re not alone. Unless you want to be alone. Then I understand.” You liked the thought of you two just working silently, with music playing in the background. It was very peaceful. But before you could respond, Alfred cut in.

“Did you forget about the meeting with the board today?”

From the look on Bruce’s face, he had obviously forgotten. He went from looking like he was shook to trying to figure out a plan. You hadn’t really left his sight much since Jerome’s come back made the news. This would be the first time you would be away from him. Somewhere where he couldn’t protect you.

You hated seeing him worry so much. You squeezed his hand a bit and spoke up.

“Hey. It’s fine. I can just go to the GCPD. If Jim isn’t available, I’ll hang out with Harvey or one of the other buddy cops I have. I’ll be fine there. This was part of the plan anyways, wasn’t it?”

Bruce nodded in agreement. He understood, but he was still worried beyond belief. So you decided to keep talking.

“I promise that if anything happens, I’ll let you know. Even if it’s something small like stubbing my toe or finishing a drawing. Then, if need be, you can be my knight in shining armor.” Bruce smiled at that. He really wanted to be your hero all the time. He squeezed your hand and agreed.

The two of you finished breakfast and got ready for your days. Bruce got dressed in one of his suits that always left you swooning a bit, while you were in your typical tank top, jeans, and slouchy cardigan. Your bag was all ready to go while Bruce gathered the last of his papers. You decided to put on a bit of makeup. Nothing big, just some neutrals. Afterwards, you just stared at your sketchbook that was sticking out of your purse. Maybe you’ll find inspiration at the GCPD.

Alfred drove to the front of the police station. Bruce got out and opened your door to help you out. He put your hand on his arm and walked you in. You didn’t question his moves. You knew how worried he was about you, more than usual lately.

He made sure to get you all the way to Jim before saying goodbye. He kissed you a bit more than usual before leaving. It was still full of love, but there was a forcefulness there, like a fear that this would be the last one. You tried to give him a reassuring look before he left.

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You found yourself helping around the GCPD with Jim until he got called out to a crime scene.

“I gotta go help a team at a robbery. Just stay at my desk. You’ll be in view of the other officers. There is a spare gun underneath the desk and it’s just overall safer here.” You nodded your head. Jim sighed and kissed your head.

“Be safe, Jim!” You call to him as he runs out. I guess it’s time to draw a bit.

It had only been 30 minutes or so since Jim left. You were working on a drawing of your favorite flower. The shading of the petals were giving you a hard time. Then, out of nowhere, you felt tape forced against your mouth and your wrists in handcuffs. You tried to fight back, kicking and elbowing behind you, but all you got in return was a laugh. Not just any laugh, his laugh. You froze as he leaned down and spoke in your ear.

“Hey there, sweetcheeks. Did ya miss me?” Another laugh echoed through the GCPD. You thought one of the other cops would get up and help you, but then you looked around and saw that every single cop had two of Jerome’s henchmen surrounding them at gun or knife point. Jerome continued to talk to you, but you hadn’t turned around to face him yet. He sat you down and began to walk around you so that he was right in front of you.

“So, you made yourself into a whole new person. From an orphaned circus performer to the adopted daughter of the one and only Jim Gordon. Oh! And let’s not forget, the sweetheart of the Bruce Wayne. How the hell did ya swing that one?” He laughed again and pushed your chin up so you would look at him. But instead, you closed your eyes.

“Aw, come on now. That’s not very nice. Look at me when I talk to you, sweetcheeks!” He yelled that last part but had to walk away to readjust himself. Apparently the stab he had in his neck was affecting his talking more than he thought. You tried to get up and run away, but then he got a hold of you. One arm around your neck, the other around your stomach.

“Fine. If you’re going to be this fussy. We’ll just leave then.” Before you could even completely register what he had said, you were knocked out.

Everything went to black.

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latoyarubalcava3546 · 6 years

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Kate Upton Reveals Detailed Paul Marciano Accusation — And It's Probably WORSE Than You Thought!

What exactly happened between Kate Upton and Paul Marciano??

In case you hadn't heard, the supermodel outed the Guess co-founder as an accused sexual harasser on social media last month.

Related: Marciano Denies Harassment, Says He's 'Never Been Alone With' Kate

Now in a new interview with Time, she's officially adding her name to their list of Silence Breakers by telling her whole story -- and it isn't pretty. She begins:

"After the first day of shooting the Guess Lingerie campaign [on July 25, 2010], Paul Marciano said he wanted to meet with me. As soon as I walked in with photographer Yu Tsai, Paul came straight up to me, forcibly grabbed my breasts and started feeling them — playing with them actually. After I pushed him away, he said, 'I'm making sure they're real.'"

Kate said harassment, but that definitely sounds like assault to us.

Unfortunately, that meeting was far from over. Kate continues:

"Despite doing everything I could physically do to avoid his touch throughout the meeting, he continued to touch me in a very dominating and aggressive way, grabbing my thighs, my arms to pull me closer, my shoulders to pull me closer, my neck, my breasts, and smelling me. He then told Yu Tsai to leave us alone. I was able to send a quick text to Yu Tsai asking him to stay. He did, but that did not stop Paul's constant grabbing. I was extremely shaken, surprised and scared.

At one point he forcibly grabbed the back of my head so that I could not move and started kissing my face and my neck. I remember not wanting to say "Get off of me" because I didn't want to open my mouth to say anything because I didn't want him to be able to put his tongue in my mouth. I had two options: do everything I could to wiggle away and avoid his pursuit, or punch the CEO of Guess. So I decided to just wiggle away."

Thank goodness she wasn't alone at least!

Time spoke to photographer Yu Tsai who corroborates this abuse -- and what came after. Kate continues:

"Then Paul insisted that he walk me up to my hotel room. I immediately declined. The only thing I was thinking is if he touches me like that in public, I can't imagine what he'd try to do in private. Thankfully, Yu Tsai stepped in and insisted he'd do it. I was so relieved and felt like I had barely escaped.

The next Guess shoot I worked on was about a month later. As soon as I went up to my hotel room, Paul started calling me asking to come up and see how my room is. I politely declined several times.

He continued to insist. He said he was already in the hotel lobby. He even called my room from the hotel lobby desk. After several denials, I just turned off my phone and locked the door and tried to get some sleep. I was terrified. All I could think was if he was able to get into my room it would not be good.

The next day, I learned that I had been fired from the shoot. Someone had called my agency to say I had gotten fat and would not be needed on set [that day]. I was devastated, especially because at this point no one from Guess had even seen me."

It's like Brit Marling said in her excellent essay about her Harvey Weinstein experience -- the economics of consent.

Related: 50+ Women Who Have Accused Harvey Weinstein

Unfortunately, Kate couldn't afford at the time to turn down all work with a company as big as Guess. But she says she tried to figure out a way to get past Paul's advances:

"We came up with a plan that anytime Paul invites himself to my room, I would text Yu Tsai to be there so that I was never alone in a room with him. I was still very nervous and scared because clearly Paul was comfortable with touching me in front of him. But Yu Tsai assured me that he would look out for me, so that's what we did.

After that, Paul was reaching out to me constantly, always in communication about my next shoot. But I wouldn't officially be booked until a few days before the actual shoot. It made me feel that if I cut off communication with him, I wouldn't be booked again. Paul's texting increased, telling me how excited he was to see me, that he wanted me to change in front of him so he could see my naked body getting into his clothes. He asked if I thought of him when I was posing sexy on set.

All the language he used was extremely dominant and possessive. At one point, to avoid Paul coming to set, I told him my boyfriend was going to be there. He was absolutely furious at that. It was an emotional and non-stop battle of games, power struggles and creative avoidance tactics."

It all sounds like stories we've heard about Weinstein. These disgusting men in their positions of power...

"Then in what seemed to be retaliation, Yu Tsai was fired from the next shoot, which was Guess Jeans [between Sept. 30 and Oct. 2, 2010]. That's when I worked with the photographer Ellen von Unwerth. Paul's behaviors became much more aggressive without Yu Tsai there as a buffer. My denials to Paul had to be much more direct. Then I was told the morning of the shoot I was not needed on set and was fired again. I believe that Ellen insisted that I come anyway.

Ellen and I rode together on the way back to the hotel. I remember her asking me if I was friends with Paul because he seemed to really like me. I wasn't sure how much was safe to reveal, so I told her that I appreciated the opportunities Paul had given me to be a part of his campaign, but I think that maybe he liked me a little too much.

When we arrived at the hotel, Paul came right up to me, grabbed me hard by my arm and insisted he was taking me to dinner, just him and I, to celebrate the campaign. Ellen picked up on this, literally grabbed my other arm, and invited herself by saying she was so excited to celebrate the campaign with us. Paul told her she was not invited to dinner, and I felt like she saved me by pulling me away from him and jokingly walking me to the elevator, saying, "Well if I'm not going, Kate's not going." I have always been so grateful to Ellen for doing that."

Time reached out to Ellen von Unwerth, who through a rep offered support for Kate but also said she didn't remember this particular incident.

"After that he was extremely upset. I had a final shoot [in May of 2011], and he was outwardly rude and degrading the entire time. He said I was "disgusting" and started telling people how unprofessional I was by spreading rumors that I was drunk on set and partying every night, which of course I wasn't. I was then told to leave because Paul had said, 'Get that fat pig off my set.'"

Ugh.

Shortly after all this, Kate's career really blew up thanks to her famous Sports Illustrated cover -- but with that success came a big, scary offer:

"Guess Jeans reached out to my agency and offered me their campaign again in 2012. Typically, Guess pays well below industry standards since they like to say they like to launch young models' careers. But for this campaign, they offered me $400,000, which at the time was their highest paying offer ever.

I remember I had an internal struggle over this offer. I was hoping after my consistent denials and successful career, that Paul would treat me with professionalism. But as we got closer to the shoot date, Paul began texting that he would make sure to be on set. He told me that I wasn't allowed to bring my boyfriend. I just couldn't do it. I refused the campaign. I couldn't accept the money. I walked away about a week before the shoot was scheduled."

She said no to $400K! THAT is how uncomfortable this man made her.

But Marciano's alleged behavior was costing her more than money:

"It took a huge toll on my confidence and self-worth. I wanted to quit modeling. I constantly blamed myself after it happened: What am I doing to invite someone to treat me like that or grab me like that? I wondered if it was how I was presenting myself or what I was wearing. I started slumping my shoulders to hide my breast size, wearing baggy clothes, started despising my own body.

Over time, you minimize and internalize your experiences. You chalk it up to, "This is how it is." And you go through this gut-wrenching struggle of, "How much of myself am I required to sacrifice?" I got through it because of the strong support of my family and close friends."

Not anymore.

The #MeToo movement has changed everything. Kate says:

"I'm sick of being silenced and expected to sweep everything under the rug. I'm sick of being expected to laugh off these aggressive advances and accept the power imbalances that exist. I'm sick of being expected to endure all of this while being polite and professional through it all.

Paul used his power to make me feel insecure and powerless, but I'm not going to let him intimidate me anymore. These men think they are untouchable, but times are changing."

Hell yes they are.

See what Kate thinks needs to change about the industry at large HERE.

[Image via TNYF/WENN.]

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Most Common Sleep Problems and Solutions

Are your baby's sleep habits keeping you up at night? You're not alone. With four kids, I've encountered just about every possible pitfall, from one son who would only fall asleep in his car seat to another who refused to nap longer than 20 minutes at a stretch for months on end. Sleep can be a loaded issue, and you may wonder if you're somehow causing your baby to wake frequently or sleep fitfully. Relax. All moms run into tricky situations with their babies, and as with any other parenting decision, there's more than one "right" way to address them. Here, we've gathered five baffling sleep scenarios and asked other parents and sleep experts for possible solutions.

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The Rocker

Sleep Scenario #1

My baby is 5 months old. I've always rocked her to sleep, but I'd like to be able to lay her down and have her fall asleep on her own. How can I make this happen without a lot of trauma and tears for either of us?

In order for a baby to transition from falling asleep while rocking in your arms to falling asleep on her own, she has to master two smaller skills -- the ability to fall asleep someplace other than in your arms, and the ability to fall asleep without being rocked, explains Ann Douglas, author of Sleep Solutions for Your Baby, Toddler, and Preschooler (Wiley).

If you aren't comfortable with making your baby learn to put herself to sleep "cold turkey," you can try substituting what Harvey Karp, MD, author of The Happiest Baby on the Block (Bantam) and an American Baby advisor, calls a new sleep association. From being inside your body, babies are born accustomed to drifting off to sleep amid noise, tactile stimulation, and rocking. Gradually replace rocking with white noise (you can play a CD), Dr. Karp recommends. If you play the sounds while you're rocking the baby to sleep for four or five consecutive nights, she will begin to create a new association with sleep, and her transition from falling asleep in your arms to falling asleep in the crib will be easier, Dr. Karp says. "The idea is to create other sleep associations that don't require your presence to help the baby fall asleep," he adds.

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Be prepared for your baby to put up a big fuss the first few times you lay her down awake. Some sleep-training techniques instruct parents not to pick up a crying baby but to come into the room at set intervals (every five minutes, for example) and talk to her in a reassuring voice.

But that approach doesn't work for all babies or parents. Christine George, of Lansing, Michigan, tried that method with her 6-month-old, Kayleigh, but the crying didn't stop, even after 10 or 15 minutes. Instead, Kayleigh became more and more upset until she was screaming, red faced, and gagging. "After two nights of becoming almost as upset as my baby was," George says, "I decided that technique just wasn't going to work for me."

What did work? "We'd walk around the room with her for a few minutes until she was drowsy, and when we laid her in the crib, we'd gently bounce the mattress with one hand while pressing her belly with the other hand and saying 'Shhhh' for a minute or two until she fell asleep," George says. "After a while, we were able to do it without the hand on the belly, and then without the bounce, and finally we were able to lay her down awake and she'd fall asleep." The process took two weeks.

Remember that there's no one-size-fits-all approach, advises Claire Lerner, LCSW, an American Baby advisor and the director of parenting resources at Zero to Three, the National Center for Infants, Toddlers, and Families. "With some babies, you can pat them or just sit there so they can see you, but for a lot of babies that's just confusing," she says. But even if you choose to walk away from her bed, the crying isn't likely to last more than a few nights. "The more consistent you are, the quicker she'll learn

The Anywhere-But-Home Sleeper

Sleep Scenario #2

My 10-month-old falls asleep in his car seat when we run errands but won't remain asleep when I try to take him in the house. Then he won't fall asleep during his bed or naptime.

Since babies this age are very curious, if he's falling asleep on short car rides, it's likely that he's not getting enough sleep around the clock, advises Marc Weissbluth, MD, pediatrician and author of Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Child (Ballantine). Observe your child over a 24-hour cycle, and see if you're missing cues that he's sleepy: Is he rubbing his eyes, acting clingy or anxious, or whining? If you're reasonably sure that your baby's getting enough sleep overall, it's possible that you're just planning your outings too close to his naptime, so you may want to readjust your errand schedule to accommodate his naps -- a 20-minute catnap in the car can spoil the two-hour rest you looked forward to all morning.

Since that's not always possible, another option is to let your baby finish out his nap in the car seat. "You can grab a book and read in the car while your little one finishes his nap, or transfer him right in his car seat and park him next to you on the floor in your house until he wakes up," suggests Elizabeth Pantley, author of The No-Cry Sleep Solution (McGraw Hill).

The Speed Napper

Sleep Scenario #3

My baby goes down easily for a nap, but she gets up after 20 minutes. Within an hour she's rubbing her eyes and looking tired. How can I help her nap longer?

First, try to get at the root cause. Is your baby objecting to something in her nap environment? Maybe it's too warm or too cool, too loud or too quiet. Or perhaps she just hasn't mastered the skills that will allow her to soothe herself back to sleep if she wakes up.

If your baby is consistently waking up too early from her naps, work on establishing adequate nighttime sleep first. "Being overtired actually prevents babies from sleeping well," says Donald Goldmacher, MD, cocreator of the video Helping Your Baby Sleep Through the Night.

If she does sleep well at night, make sure her naps are in a similar environment; buy thick curtains to pull across the windows and create a pre-nap wind-down similar to your bedtime routine. Another possibility: perhaps you're waiting too long to put baby down for her nap -- most babies should nap two hours after they've woken up in the morning.

The Nap Resister

Sleep Scenario #4

My 11-month-old used to take two naps a day -- one in the morning and then one in the afternoon. Now he's suddenly resisting his morning nap. What can I do?

Eleven months old is on the young side to be dropping a nap, but it's not unheard of, says Dr. Weissbluth. He reports that 90 percent of all 12-month-olds take two naps a day, but by 15 months, 20 percent drop that morning nap.

How can you tell whether your baby is ready to give up his morning siesta? Keep an eye on him around 4 to 5 p.m., says Dr. Weissbluth. "If your baby is good-natured and happy, he's probably well rested. If he's rough around the edges, he probably isn't, which means he needs that second nap." Why wait until late afternoon to monitor his mood? At the end of the day, says Dr. Weissbluth, many children run out of steam because they aren't sleeping well enough, but they may have a rebound of evening energy that can mask sleep deprivation.

The Routine Sleeper

Sleep Scenario #5

My 7-month-old has a predictable bedtime routine, and she sleeps great at home. But she's so used to the routine that any little change throws her off. We have a vacation coming up, and I'm afraid she won't go to sleep in the hotel. What can we do to make sure she goes down?

Try to re-create your at-home bedtime routine as much as you can. Even if you aren't at home, you can probably give your baby a bath at around the same time as usual. Take an item from home, like a familiar sleeper, portable crib, or music that she's used to, and be sure to give her ample wind-down time each evening, particularly if your trip includes contact with a lot of new people, a whirlwind itinerary, or noisy or brightly lit environments.

Shannon Cate, of Illinois, says that her 10-month-old daughter, Nat, was a good sleeper at home but couldn't settle down if she could see her parents in the same room. "We learned that we needed a suite when we stayed in a hotel," Cate says. "That way, we could put Nat in a separate room at her usual bedtime, and we could order room service for dinner and watch a movie."

This option is expensive, though. "In a pinch, we've created partitions with furniture to block our daughter's view of us," Cate adds. "We also never leave home without her white-noise machine, to muffle the sounds of TV and talking."

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“Guard Dog” - Part 4

Victor Zsasz x Reader

( Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 )

My Masterlist - Here

Other Characters: Oswald Cobblepot, Edward Nygma, Harvey Dent

Word Count: 2450

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Your Last Name, Y/N/N = Your Nickname, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Fluff

Summary: First day at work with Harvey Dent after the home invasion.

Author’s Note: One more part after this one! It’s gonna be so fucking cute and fluffy. Just get ready! It will be on the lengthier side. Like around 3000 - 4000 words probably.

Also, special shout out to @theeactress for reading this before I posted it and for keeping me sane! One of my best friends and one of the people who have saved me time and time again. Thank you so much! <3

If you would like to be tagged in any future pieces, please let me know! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!

- DreaSaurusREX

Tags: @luciebell-writes @welcome-to-cobblepothell

You were startled awake because of the sound of your alarm. It took you a couple of seconds to realize what exactly was going on.

6 AM. Monday morning.

You moved to hit snooze and then cuddle back up to Victor, who had apparently woken up to your alarm too. When you were back next to him, he was a bit confused.

“Aren’t you gonna get ready for work?” His voice was a bit deeper than usual, laced with sleep. It was honestly one of your favorite little things about living with him. You snuggled a bit more into his neck as he wrapped his arm around you.

“I hit snooze. I just need a couple of minutes to prepare myself. I’ll have plenty of time. I don’t have to be there until 8.” You were honestly doing that. Thinking of how you were going to find one of your blouses and skirt to wear, do your makeup, pack a lunch, and have something for breakfast. But wait, how am I getting to work? As if Victor could read your mind, he cleared his throat a bit.

“You want me to drive you to work?” He felt you nod your head yes and he kissed the top of your head. “Alright, we’ll get moving when your alarm goes off.”

You ended up wearing a simple top and kind of colorful skirt as opposed to one of your usual solid colored one and comfy heels. This was pretty normal for you. As you were finishing up your makeup, you smelled something good. You got your bag together and headed to the kitchen to find Victor at the stove, making some eggs.

Sometimes you forget what he does for a living. You don’t usually see him when he is working. You knew that that Victor was always here, the tally marks that grew on his arms were reminders. You didn’t mind it though. He was doing a good thing in your eyes.

But your Victor was your favorite. Your Victor was sweet, caring, protective, strong, and everything you had ever wanted in a man.

Your Victor was also not a bad cook at all, and he likes to cook for you. With both of your schedules being as crazy as they have been, you both didn’t really see each other when eating unless you guys made plans. But living with him meant that this might be a normal thing now. You weren’t going to object to that thought.

You just smiled and walked into the kitchen, hugging Victor from behind. You felt his chuckle vibrate through his torso.

“Well, hey there, sweetheart. Breakfast will be ready in a couple minutes.” You slid around to his side and kiss his cheek before heading to the refrigerator to grab the carton of orange juice.

Victor saw a bit of your outfit out of the corner of his eye and had to turn and really take you in. He moved the pan off the burner and whistled. You were kind of surprised by his reaction and felt a small blush rise on your cheeks. He’s seen your work outfits before. But for some reason, today’s outfit struck Victor. You knew he thought you were attractive in many different ways, but you had some trouble seeing yourself through his eyes. That being said, you never stopped trying.

“God damn!” He had a big, kind of doofy smile on his face while he really took the sight of you in.

“Stop. It’s nothing special.” You couldn’t even look at him you felt so flustered. There was no hiding the blush on your cheeks or the silly smile on your face.

You put the orange juice carton down on the counter and tried to hide your face as you reached for a glass. But Victor stopped you and grabbed your hand, lowering it a bit.

“Bbaaaaabbbbe, you look amazing! Why are you hiding?”

He pulled back a little bit while still holding your hand, so he could get a really good look at you. He spun you around a bit, causing both of you to laugh, before he pulled you into his arms. You looked up at him smiling, he had a similar smile on his face before he leaned down and kissed you. Both of you were smiling into the kiss.

You finally pulled apart and went back to getting your juice. You then went to pack a lunch since you knew you wouldn’t be able to really go anywhere alone out in the city until you were back to normal. You were remarkably improving, but there were still times when you really couldn’t be alone.

Lunch was packed and Victor finished setting the table for the two of you. You both ate and made small talk. Before you knew it, it was 7:30 and you needed to head out. Victor quickly put the dishes in the sink and grabbed his car keys.

It was only a 15 minute drive from Oswald’s, but it seemed much shorter to you for some reason. Victor soon pulled in front of the office building and parked the car. You opened your own door, but Victor did meet you for a quick kiss. You were taken by surprise.

“Wait, I thought we weren’t going to do anything public?” He sighed and put his arms around you.

“Well, considering how fast word spreads around here, I’m sure most important people in Gotham know about us by now. Why keep hiding?” In all honesty, you hated keeping this a secret from everyone. So hearing him basically say fuck it, made you very happy. You leaned up and kissed him once more.

“Alright then. As much as I would love to show some more PDA for all of Gotham to see, I do have to get to work.” He gave a fake pout and let go of you. Then there was another familiar voice that came from behind Vic. You looked a bit over his shoulders and froze a bit.

Your boss, Harvey Dent, was right there. Apparently he was going to welcome you back and walk you in. Victor just chuckled a bit before kissing your cheek and whispering in your ear.

“Sorry not sorry. I’ll see you later. Call me if you need anything.” And then he was back in the car. You turned your focus to Harvey. He was all smiles.

“So, you and the infamous Victor Zsasz, huh.” You just shoved his shoulder a bit, causing both of you to laugh.

“Shut up, Harv.”

“I won’t tell anyone. I know how much trouble that would cause for all the parties involved.” You really appreciated how chill Harvey was with finding out that your boyfriend was an assassin.

“Let’s just get to work. What did I miss?”

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It was finally time for your lunch break. You had been working like mad trying to get caught up on the cases that Harvey was currently working on and trying to help him with them. But now you could finally escape to the common room and eat your lunch that you had packed earlier.

As you sat down, you pulled your phone from your purse and texted Victor. He was probably worried like crazy.

(Y/N): Hey! Sorry for not updating you sooner. Been crazy. On lunch break now. Good thing I packed a lunch. There is no way I could have walked to the diner down the street by myself.

Victor: It’s okay, sweetheart. I figured you would be swamped. Glad to know you’re safe. Do you need me to pick you up? What time should I come by?

You hadn’t really thought about that. A slight panic started until you realized that Victor had really already taken care of that.

(Y/N): 7 o’clock please. Thank you. I didn’t even think about that.

Victor: That should be fine. I’ll let you know when I get there.

Then your phone alarm went off, telling you that your break was over. You took your last bite of your sandwich before texting Victor.

(Y/N): Well, time to get back to the mountain of files I have to sort through. Most likely will be bringing some of this back home with me. I’ll talk to you later. I love you.

Victor: I love you too, sweetheart. Be safe. I’ll see you later.

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The next few hours went by surprisingly fast. Keeping yourself constantly working probably helped with that. You were packing up your bag and grabbing a stack of files to take home when Harvey tapped on your desk.

“Hey, (Y/N). I don’t want to overstep any boundaries or reopen any wounds, but please be careful. You are just getting back into the groove of things. Please don’t overwork yourself.”

“I promise I will stay in one piece. I love this job and I will get caught up and back to normal by the end of the week.” He gave you a sort of worried look. You two had gotten very close because of this job, he was one of your friends. So it was natural for him to worry a bit.

“How are you getting home?” You looked at your watch and saw that it was 6:50PM.

“Victor should be here in 10 minutes. I told him 7 o’clock. Do I need to let you know when I get back safe?” You meant to say that last part in a sarcastic way, but it looked like Harvey actually considered it. He ended up shaking his head no and moved the conversation.

“Alright, if you ever need a ride, let me know.” He was about to walk out the door when he turned around. “Just come back tomorrow, rested and okay, okay?” You nodded your head in agreement. You said your goodbyes and sat at your desk, trying to find some more clips. Then you heard your phone go off. A text from Victor.

Victor: Before I start, I need you to not panic when you read this. I worked something out, but I wanted to fill you in. Oswald needs this hit done tonight. I am on my way to the job. I told Oswald about picking you up. Edward is on his way. I am so sorry. I will text you when I’m on my way home. It shouldn’t be a long job. I will have my phone on silent, but I will check it often. Let me know when you get back safe. I love you so much.

You didn’t know what to respond for a few minutes. Thankfully it was Edward picking you up and not making you walk alone. A couple of deep breaths.

(Y/N): It’s okay. I understand. At least Edward wasn’t busy. And I just talked to Harvey, he said I can get a ride from him if I ever need one. I’ll wait for Edward and text you when I’m home. I love you. Be safe.

Your phone rang right at 7 o’clock. Edward called to let you know that he was outside. You made your way downstairs and to the car. Edward tried to make small talk until you finally got home. You went straight to your room and changed out of your work clothes. As you were taking your makeup off, you texted Victor.

(Y/N): I’m home. Gonna reheat leftovers and watch a movie or something. Be safe. Love you.

A few minutes later, your phone buzzed.

Victor: Almost done here. This guy doesn’t have any good info. Should be home in an hour.

Sure enough, an hour passed and Victor walked through the door, gave you a kiss, and then headed for a shower. The two of you relaxed in bed while watching a movie until you eventually fell asleep.

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This soon became the routine. You and Victor would wake up together, have breakfast. He would drop you off. If he couldn’t pick you up, he would make Oswald or Edward accompany you. And in the very rare case that they couldn’t, Victor would call you and have you ask Harvey.

You liked this routine. And then, a week later, Victor asked if you could tweak it a little bit. He wanted to start training you. Self defense, hand to hand combat, weapons training, and anything else he could think of. You gladly accepted the offer and talked to Harvey. One of the many benefits of working with Harvey was the fact that he was very kind and understanding. When you explained to him that you wanted to work from 9AM - 6PM on Monday/Wednesday/Friday and then work from home on Tuesday/Thursday and the weekends, he was leaning towards saying yes but needed the reason why.

“Well, after the whole home invasion thing, Victor and I thought that it is time for me to get some training done. He’s going to work with me on self defense and how to protect myself. It will help me feel more comfortable and be able to really get back to normal. But I understand if you want me to stay to my normal schedule cause I’m already behind and–” Harvey cut you off.

“(Y/N), you’re fine. I know how hardworking you are, and I agree that this will benefit you. I’ll talk to Catherine about adjusting the master schedule. I do have three conditions though.”

“Of course you have conditions. What are they?” You both laughed at the stereotypical nature of Harvey before he responded.

“1) If there is an urgent case or if I need you in court, you have to be there. No exceptions.

2) You make sure not to overwork yourself with the training or with the cases.

3) Please keep me updated. Let me know if you need anything or if there is anything I can do to help.”

You expected stricter conditions. So when you heard these, you kind of laughed.

“I think I can manage those conditions.” You both chuckle a bit before you get kind of serious. “Thank you. I really appreciate this and everything you’ve done for me these past couple of weeks.”

“I’m just glad that I get to keep one of the best assistants in Gotham and one of my friends as safe as she can be.” You both hug for a second before you excuse yourself to text Victor.

(Y/N): Harvey is fine with giving me Tuesday/Thursday and weekends off to work at home and train with you. He was very into the training idea. He’s going to talk to Catherine and rearrange my schedule.

Victor: That’s great! We will start as soon as we can.

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