#I cannot believe we will get to watch them agai

[illbesafesomeday]

Beginning of an End

I used to write on Instagram for everything that I feel, especially whenever I feel low, unloved, ignored, or neglected. I have been diagnosed with Severe Major Depressive Disorder, and whether you believe it or not, I am scared of a lot of things, except dying.

I was told to take one day at a time, and that's what exactly do. Everyday.

There are days that can be managed, and there are days harder than the others. And that is not okay. And not all the best sounding quotes over the Internet could sweeten the feeling whenever that happens.

My husband has taken good care of me since we got married - until his depression recurred. Since then, I feel like everyday I have to be very careful, or else I'll end up with the cold, stoic treatment. It saddens me that I thought when I finally find my person, I won't be alone anymore. But that's what happening since we came back from the states. And there are really days I just want to jump out of this apparently cursed apartment I have been so stressed of hearing about and worked hard to find for him, only ending up that my stresses and efforts are to be not appreciated because of 'bad timing'.

I don't think I could ever be appreciated again. I feel that I'll never get the man that I married back again. I feel bad for my dogs who have to cower everytime we start to talk, and he is the only one managing the conversation. There was a time that he broke the fan so both of my dogs swarmed to me, then he hit the window, thank god it didn't break as we were just beside it. I love this man so much, that I don't want him to further spiral down the road he had been before. He has so much on his plate right now: work, death of a family member, sick family members needing help. The most that I can do is to do sidelines, but I have to be careful of which I could only take, because I cannot spend too much time away from him. But when I am there, he doesn't 'spend' time with me. He watches, he plays, he is on his phone, but when I am on my phone, it's because I became 'a slave of the social media.' No. I am just trying to find through the distance, in another make believe environment, that maybe there are people who find me valuable enough to be noticed and talked to.

I am an artist. I used to paint, I used to draw, I used to sing. I came from a family of musicians, performers, and artists. I want to do those things continuously, and right now, we live 2 hrs away from Seoul, where the happenings for these kind of things happen. I tried modeling, something I did before back home for quite some time, and to my surprise, I got callbacks and shoots from people. It was fun. Finally, something that treats me equal, regardless of gender, race, or age. I hate it in this town that because it is a military town, mysogynist jokes are just jokes and no one can be offended by it. Same goes with racist jokes. I am a hispanic-asian woman from a third world country in Southeast Asia. They say I am just too sensitive. I think they're just undereducated or ignorant.

The only worries that I have right now are my doggies. I wanted to bring them here because I never though it will turn out into this. I wanted them to experience snow. I took out a loan just to get them here, that's how much they are worth it. Now I am worried what will happen to them if I die. And I need to make advanced savings so I can make arrangements while we are still just here in Korea. I know my husband will give them up, because he told me before he would likely do, everything that will remind him of me.

I just wish I have my old man back. The man that I married. The man who prepared my hot bath because I am hurting everywhere on my first winter. The one who went out of his way to get me here. The one who keeps on saying "I love you more." The one that tells me he'll do everything for me.

He's not coming back.

He is gone. I got him into this mess. He is not coming back. And he has a better chance of being his old happy self again is when I'm gone.

That's the truth of it. He even told me about it one night and I couldn't contain my tears and I cried. To hear that I am the reason why he is now having these issues breaks my heart, because my goal of marrying the person I love is to serve him, love him, be proud of him, hype him, encourage him, care for him, and all the other positive things that is connected with the concept of loving someone.

Unfortunately, people fucked up. And usually, when I got fucked up, nobody is capable of taking responsibility for it. They wash their hands clean just like what Pontius Pilate did, then look down on me, and tell me I brought it all to myself. That standing up for myself is narcissism. Efforts that I make are either unseen or not as important as what is still to be done. I will never do enough. I will never be enough. There is always something to be done. I always need to upgrade. Especially after what I have experienced in the past months, doing so much hardwork with minimal to zero efforts, living and trying is no longer worth and rewarding as it used to be... and it is my fault...

I am tired of being what seems to be the curse or pestilence into someone's life... I just wanted to be loved, respected, and cared for, something I am so much capable of giving... I needed to move to this space because my husband goes through my phone whenever I am sleeping in the evening and reads through my messages, my private Instagram account that nobody follows, and even through my archives. He is paranoid of my online activities. If only he knows he doesn't need to be as paranoid if only he can be the loving and caring husband he promised on our wedding day to be, not the person who completely let up on me when his family was here...

He let me up... He let the scale totally tip, with almost no effort to recognize me as a wife, thank me as someone who helps, and in the evening doesn't tell me a single word of recognition or affirmation, but only blame me on what I did to make the scale tip...

Why did you let me up..? </3 Why..? I may not be perfect, but... why did you have to let me up..? And unfortunately, with how things are going, there is no way you are gonna acknowledge how much that hurt... how much it made me lonely... how much I almost killed myself...

I don't think it matters to you anymore anyway... I understand you got your plate full, and anything related to me is a nuisance addition to what you shouldn't be thinking of anymore...

I am sorry... I love you, more than anything else in this world... But clearly your love for me is no longer the same, and I understand, because my depression has now taken you too... I am really sorry...

On this page, I will continue to express my thoughts and plans, until the day I die... Until the day I get myself killed... Because I failed... I failed big time... I failed too many major characters in this story, and none of them care about me anymore...

And it's okay... I'd rather have it that way, so I know my death won't be a selfish act, because how can it be selfish if it doesn't seem to affect anyone anyway..? When nobody seems to care right now for me anyway... Jeez, I bet more people care for my dogs than me, hehe, and that's better... I want my dogs to be loved and have a good life... I deserve to disappear and die alone... And it's gonna happen... It's got to happen... May the heavens help me...

[iellarenuodolorian]

Just when I thought I was starting to get over Bad Batch Episode 8…..I looked at the galleries from this episode and I’m pissed off all over again… angry ranting spoilers under the cut…

Let’s start with this….

Cross’ika, oh how I’ve missed you. My grumpy, loveable asshole….I have missed your face. And your voice. So much, cyare.

I knew this episode was going to be rough, BUT NOT THIS ROUGH!!

Rampart gives the order to kill them. Crosshair disobeyed that order. HE IS fighting the chip. First, when he hesitates to take the shot when he has Hunter lined up PERFECTLY in his sights when they have the fight in the hanger on Kamino. Second, when he misses Tech on the star destroyer. Remember what Hunter says when he first introduces Crosshair?? “If you need to hit a precise target from 10 klicks, Crosshair’s your man.” Crosshair is the BEST of the BEST, and he does not miss. I can guarantee he could have taken a different shot at Wrecker, but he didn’t. It was enough to take him down, but not enough to kill him.

Crosshair is still in there, but he can’t escape alone. He needs help, when will the rest of the Batch realize that? And talking IS NOT GOING TO WORK HUNTER!

And then there’s this…

Former…

FORMER FRIEND?!?!?!

ARE YOU KRIFFING KIDDING ME?!?!

So you’re telling me that Wrecker can almost kill all of them, but we’ll save him because he’s the loveable teddy bear. But because Crosshair is grumpy, and rude, and quiet, and being used by the Empire, we’re just going to leave him to suffer alone?! Get the kriff out of here……

See my previous reasoning for why I think it’s absolute OSIK that they have abandoned him, as well as the following.

Something is off about Omega. I don’t know if it’s just me, or the fact that I look at small children and get suspicious of their conniving minds and what they are capable of, or what. She DOES have a chip, all clones that the Kaminoans have ever created have a chip. What happens when they activate hers, we will have to wait and see.

Part of me also wonders if Crosshair has done some research about what she could be since he’s been on Kamino all this time and we don’t know what he has been doing. Who knows, we might be wishing he had taken her out by the end….

I also have a problem with the Batch killing other clones. It makes me sick to my stomach to watch Wrecker throw those two out the window.

AND THEN!

You had THE PERFECT opportunity to take Crosshair up to the medbay and take his chip out. He was knocked clean the kriff out, and so were the rest of his troops.

GET HIS CHIP OUT, YOUR BROTHER IS STILL IN THERE!!!

So what you’re telling me here, is that you passed up an opportunity to get Crosshair’s chip out. And you’re still going to leave him at the mercy of the Empire’s hands. So you can go looking for the kid that you’ve know for all of a few weeks now, instead of getting the brother you have known for YEARS!!!

The brother who has watched your back, saved your neck, supported you through the good and bad times, who has ALWAYS been there for you. You’re just going to leave him to be a pawn of the Empire because you think he has chosen his side in this, when in reality he cannot choose because he is still being influenced by his chip, THAT YOU PASSED UP THE OPPORTUNITY TO TAKE OUT!!

And then there’s this…yeah its cool and I love it. But it’s too simple. I know, its a cartoon and it can’t be too chaotic, but I have a completely different HUD in mind.

TL;DR

I want it noted that I love each and every one of the Batch. Crosshair was the one I thought I would gravitate toward when the group was first announced. But then Tech stole my heart because we are just so SIMILAR! His hyper fixation, his infodumping, his knowledge about various random topics, the way he processes his emotions. But then I also love Crosshair because I always have a soft spot for the grumpy ones, and sniper’s just do something to me ok?? Hunter is just handsome and protective and stoic and I love that in a man. And then Wrecker is the big snuggly teddy bear that I would absolutely fall head over heels for. His energy, his extroverted personality, his high energy level would definitely be something I feed off of. And then last and most certainly not least is my cyar’ika Echo. I cried so hard when they pulled him out of that stasis chamber. I couldn’t believe he had been alive all this time. I really hope that Echo is finally the one who pushes them to get Crosshair back. Echo knows what it is like to be used for a purpose you don’t support. I’m just impatiently waiting for that to sink in…

I know all the clones are Mandalorian, you can’t change my mind. It’s why they all took one look at Omega and went “Orphaned child, must adopt” which leads to “Ni kyr’tayl gai sa’ad Omega” and then BOOM they are one genetically deviant aliit.

Thats all I want is for them to be a family….and for it to keep growing.

[wonderlandleighleigh]

98 Thoughts while watching A New Hope

1. Who was that silver protocol droid? What happened to them? Are they okay? where are they now?? I bet they’re cooler than 3P0.

2. Rebel helmets are just silly.

3. I love how dirty R2 and 3P0 are. 

4. Man, Rex is right. Empire-era Stormtrooper armor is total shit.

5. Shut up Anakin.

6. Oh Space Mom. I will miss Carrie Fisher forever. 

7. Anakin fucking - he asks a question just as he kills the dude. Like- why-? Shut up Anakin.

8. Something I really love about this first movie is that Leia doesn’t do anything overtly sexily. When she gets shot, she’s literally just laid out on the floor, on her belly. It’s not meant to be hot. And even later when she’s tortured, it’s not meant to be a male gaze thing.

9. For fuck’s sake Anakin. Your daughter is standing right fucking there, and you can’t even sense it. What a dumb. 

10. R2 is like “Fuck. This place again?”  But 3P0 was created on Tatooine and he doesn’t even remember. That’s kinda sad. 

11. As Dettiot says, you can really tell that 3P0 was created by a 9 year old Anakin. Yeesh.

12. I really love the Jawas. They’re so strange, and wonderful. 

13. I wonder what R2 was thinking about when he was walking all that time by himself on Tatooine. Was he thinking about Anakin? Was he thinking about the war? Or Padme? Or Ahsoka? 

14. Man, Tatooine at dusk is beautiful, isn’t it?

15. These Stormtroopers have sand on their butts. I never noticed. 

16. I remember thinking the Jawa going “bobit! bobit!” was very funny as a kid.

17. Beru Whitesun. Former slaver liberator. Secret bad-ass. She and Owen really deserved better. 

18. R2: I cannot believe my old master’s son is leaving me the fuck behind. What the fuck is this shit. Get back here. Do you know how much I suffered for your dumb dad? 

19. Luke playing with toy ships just like Anakin did. And didn’t Obi-Wan make some of those in one continuity or another? *sad* 

20. R2: ANOTHER SKYWALKER OH GOD. 

21. SHE IS YOUR SISTER. Do NOT falling in love with your SISTER.

22. R2′s memory has never been wiped. Aside from Leia’s message, gold only knows what other recordings are saved on his hard drive. 

23. Blue milk! 

24. And Owen lying his ass of to Luke. Ugh.

25. I remember as a kid thinking that Owen was too grumpy/mean. But he’s a really good person. He raised this kid, and wants nothing more than to do right by him. Done so dirty. 

26. But Luke’s pensive moment watching the suns set is so beautiful.

27. I desperately want to know how Beru’s cooker works. I want one. It looks so cool. 

28. I want a Bantha. 

29. R2 trying to wake Luke up is such a moment. 

30. Obi-Wan’s krate dragon impersonation is amazing. I wish he’d do it more often.

31. I have feelings about his old, dusty Jedi robes.  In fact, everytthing about old Ben gives me feelings. He lost everything, and has been hiding in the desert for twenty years. 

32. “He’s searching for his former master. I’ve never seen so much devotion in a droid before.” Obi-Wan’s face is so haunted in this moment. Fuck.

33. R2: WHY YOU PLAYING YOU KNOW ME! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

34. Owen told Luke his father sold drugs. The. Fuck.

35. “He was the best star pilot. And a cunning warrior. And he was a good friend.” *sads* 

36. Obi-Wan sat in the desert with his brother’s lightsaber for twenty years, just mourning everything that had happened. Fuck. 

37. Obi-Wan stop LYING. 

38. Obi-Wan’s face clearly says, while Leia’s recording plays, “Oh shit. All this crap is catching up to me. Again. I’ll never ever be rid of Skywalkers.” 

39. Obi-Wan has such terrible ideas. Still.

40. I just love that Vader hates the Death Star. Anakin hates the Death Star the way Steve Rogers hates Stark Tower. 

41. Aaaand bye-bye senate. I wonder if that will happen here in the US at some point if Trump keeps Trumping along.

42. Tarken and Vader’s bromance is such a thing.

43. Ha! “accurate.” “precise.” Stormtroopers. Ha. 

44. Owen and Beru’s fate is so gruesome. I was always so shocked by how much we were shown. Damn. Grim. And again, done so dirty. More Skywalker adjacent family dead. 

45. Shut up, Anakin.

46. More grim shit. Burning the Jawa bodies. 

47. Poor Luke. He lost everything that day. He thought his father and mother were both dead, and now his uncle and aunt are truly dead. So yeah. Following a weird wizard on a quest. 

48. Mos Eisley doesn’t seem dangerous. Just goofy. 

49. Alec Guinness’  delivery of the Jedi mind trick is so casual. So sly. Love it.

50. CHEWBACCA! WHAT A WOOKIE! 

51. Why does everybody hate droids??? 

52. omg. Luke tugging on the bartender’s shirt. Wtf Luke. Just say “Excuse me.” That’s so rude.

53. Obi-Wan just slicing off that dude’s arm...a little reactionary maybe? AND NOBODY DOES OR SAYS ANYTHING. 

54. Obi-Wan is so unimpressed by Han. omg.

55. Obi-Wan is just gonna hit up Bail and Breja for cash when they get to Alderaan. Dang. 

56. “I’m never coming back to this planet again.” heh.

57. Han shot first. Fuck all of this.

58. You know why her resistance to the mind probe is considerable? BECAUSE SHE IS YOUR DAUGHTER YOU DUMB ROBOT MAN. 

59. CGI Jabba is weak sauce.

60. “Even I get boarded sometimes” is the name of Han Solo’s sex tape. 

61. Luke’s poncho is so cute.

62. Leia is the best. 

63. Tarken is wearing comfy slippers.

64. The reason why even if Vader made amends with Luke, Leia will never forgive him, is right here. Not only did he torture her, but he stood back and watched while they destroyed her home. She will never be able to forgive him. Ever. And that’s legit. She doesn’t have to. 

65. I believe Chewie actually does beat someone with their own arm.

66. Obi-Wan’s smile when Han says there’s no mystical Force controlling his destiny was so good.

67. Even when there’s nobody else in the room, Vader doesn’t get to sit down. What the fuck.

68. Obi-Wan knows he’s gonna die.

69. Mark Hamill talks so fast.

(I accidentally took a nap during Leia’s rescue and the trash compactor scene. I was tired, and I’ve seen this movie so many times)

70.  Han screaming after the Stormtroopers is such a fucking mood.

71. Vader vs. Obi-Wan here...I have a lot of feelings about these two disasters fighting agai- SHUT UP ANAKIN.

72. Not only does Obi-Wan sacrifice himself to give Luke an exit, but he does so because he’s giving Anakin a choice in terms of killing him or not. He’s giving him a moment of grace here, I think. To not be an evil fuck. But uh...Vader.

73. When Obi-Wan says “You can’t win.” He’s not talking about the duel. He’s talking about over-all. Being a Sith means that he can’t win. And his “If you strike me down, I’ll become more powerful than you can possibly imagine” refers to the amount of guilt and shame Anakin will feel in killing his brother. That that will eat at his soul. And it does.

74. Vader stepping on the robes to make sure Obi-Wan is dead is hilarious in such a weird morbid way.

74. In a weird flip, Vader now has Obi-Wan lightsaber, as Obi-Wan had Anakin’s. 

75. Poor Luke. Owen, Beru and Obi-Wan all in one day. 

76. 1st person shooter time! 

77. Oh Han and Leia. My first fucking ship. So fighty. So sexy. I love them.

78. Stop flirting badly with your sister Luke.

79. ...who is Luke jealous of here? 

80. I love the HC that Vader knew about the weakness in the Death Star, and hated that fucking thing so much he never mentioned it. 

81. R2 back in starfighter with a Skywalker.

82. I swear Red Leader looks like Don Knotts. 

83. I love X-Wings so much.

84. Vader’s reflexes behind the controls of a starfighter must be fucked compared to what they were pre-Mustafar. 

85. Luke watching all these people die like “Ooh. I guess this is what Han was talking about.” 

86. Oh Tarkin. You gonna regret everything in a couple minutes. 

87. Biggs’ mustache is majestic.

88. Luke saves Wedge’s life by telling him to get the fuck out. Later, Wedge will likely sing “Empty Chairs at Empty Tables.” 

89. The targeting system feels so old-timey. 

90. Obi-Wan you trained him for like 20 minutes. He doesn’t know what he’s doin- okay.

91. ANAKIN! HOw dare yOu ShoOT R2! 

92. Good job Han. <3 I actually really love Han a lot. He’s not a smart man, but he’s a pretty good man. 

93. The Death Star is destroyed, Tarkin dies, and Vader goes spinning off into space. Some fics have him traveling through time! 

94. The original trio is so pure in this movie. I love them so much. The sequels did all three of them so dirty. 

95. Leia’s necklace is so good.

96. And Luke’s Jacket is so bad. I’ve seen photos of it replaced by a brown jacket and it is so much better. 

97. Remember everybody. Rex is at the ceremony somewhere, watching a Skywalker get a medal. 

98. I love this fucking movie. 

[supernovae-xo]

Baby Boy

INVOLVED: Nova Taylor and Aaron Moore TIME FRAME: Monday, January 23rd, 2019 LOCATION: Dr. Green’s Office; Houston, Texas SUMMARY: Nova and Aaron attend a doctor’s appointment together to learn the gender of their unborn child. 

Nova sat in the large white room, hand on her stomach as she waited on top of the examination table. She wanted to know their child’s gender so bad, she was actually calm about the appointment. Boy or girl, she knew she’d love the baby no matter what happened and at the end of the day as long as he or she was fine she was okay. She looked to Aaron for a second before she shifted stretching her back a little, before she placed her hand back onto her bump.

Aaron sat off to the side, looking around the room slowly. He was nervous as all get out. He didn’t know what they were having, and he was excited to find out, but it also scared him. If it was a little girl, he was going to be an overprotective father, he already knew. If it was a boy, man, his son was going to be his pride and joy. Either way, as long as the baby was healthy, he was okay. “I’m nervous,” he admitted, chuckling.

At Aaron’s words she smirked at him “why?” she sung out as she leaned towards him a little before she shifted again. Nova held onto the sides of the table before she said, “is it the suspense?” she asked.

“God yes,” Aaron said chuckling as he gently rubbed his forehead. “It’s killing me,” he admitted. “I want a little boy so bad,” he said, “but if it’s a girl, I’m going to be such a macho-father,” he chuckled.

Nova chuckled lightly at the boy, “it’s going to be fine either way” she told him confidently. “I thought I would be nervous but, I don’t know” she shrugged, “the rounder my little belly gets. The more I am just happy that he or she is fine, I guess all of it just melted away” she told him happily. “But I do know you want a boy, so I know why you are so nervous,” she told him quietly. “Give me a kiss” she said reaching out to him lovingly.

Listening to Nova, Aaron chuckled and nodded. “My little man, man,” he said, his voice laced with hope. At her wanting a kiss, he leaned over, pressing a loving kiss to her lips before he stood up and moved to stand before her, wrapping her up in his strong arms. “I love you girl.”

Nova hummed against his lips before she pulled away and when he wrapped her up in his arms she smiled widely. “I love you too baby” she said kissing his lips again.

Dr. Green knocked lightly against the door before she walked into the room happily. “Hi, nice to see you again,” she told the young woman before she looked to the young man. “And nice to finally meet you, I am assuming you are Aaron? Right?” she asked. “I am Dr. Green” she announced “I’ve been taking good care of these two for you” she said having a seat in her chair.

Aaron smiled softly at Nova before he heard the knock and he turned, looking at the woman as she entered. “Hi,” he said, “yeah, Aaron,” he confirmed as he moved to sit back down. “I really appreciate you doc.”

Nova looked to the doctor and then to Aaron smirking, “hey” she said to the woman as she sat down.

Dr. Green chuckled at Aaron “it is my job,” she reminded him cheerfully before she said. “So today, we find out the gender” she said knowing that is what they were both really here for. “But before I get started, I’d just like to say, overall you look really good,” she told her. “Blood pressure looks good, weight is good, and other vitals are really, really good. I am very happy with that. I know you were afraid that school could be an issue getting around on campus but so far I am really pleased” she told her. “I will have to check for my other usual concerns during the ultrasound, but do you have any updates for me? Having any issues, you want to discuss before we get started?” she asked her, or them rather.

Aaron sat with his elbows on his knees, leaning forward listening carefully to everything the doctor had to say, and he nodded slowly. “I don’t have any, no,” he said after he took a moment to think about it.

Nova nodded her head at the woman, happy to hear that and at her next question she thought to herself. “No not really, I am craving pickles and peanut butter all the time. It’s my favorite snack right now. And ice” she listed as she thought to herself. “When I am not in class and doing homework, I am napping” she chuckled “and outside of swollen feet here and there, honestly, I am just… aroused a lot,” she said to the woman honestly.

Dr. Green nodded her head at the girl words, and she smirked at her knowingly. “Cravings are normal, low iron is your only problem,” she told her waving it off. “As long as you continue to take your prenatal vitamins you should be fine,” she told her. “I expect fatigue, due to you being a full-time college student and far as swollen feet goes, as long as you remember to put them up here and there. Maybe even con Aaron into giving you a foot rub you should be fine” she smiled. “And for the latter” she told her “some women do have a very high sex drive during their second trimester, it’s kind of that time in the pregnancy where you don’t have much morning sickness, you get a burst of energy as everything settles and you feel good” she told her. “That’s normal as well,” she added. “Now if you are seeing any spotting, have any unexplainable aches and pains, that is when we should give me a call” she told them both. She moved to stand up sitting the clipboard aside and she washed her hands gently “we are about 16 weeks or so correct?” she asked her as she moved to grab some gloves, placing them on her hands as she prepared for the ultrasound.

Aaron listened carefully, wanting as much information as he could get so that he could be well informed. “Does all of the walking back and forth effect Nova and the baby at all?” he asked curiously before he looked at Nova at her statement and his eyebrows rose to his hairline. She hadn’t made an indication to him that she had been aroused all of the time. “So far as sex goes, do any positions hurt the baby?” he asked now, honestly wanting to know what was safe and what wasn’t. As Dr. Green prepared the ultrasound, Aaron stood next to Nova and he took her hand into his.

Dr. Green looked to Aaron and said “no, now getting closer to her due date Nova may experience shortness of breath or even exhaustion from walking. But some women also build up an endurance to those kinds of things. There are women who work out and maintain their normal lifestyles during pregnancy, there is no true harm in a little work out here and there or some walking” she said. “You can’t harm the baby during sex, though people think that is the case” she told him. “The larger her stomach may become you’ll probably have more worry about how to position her comfortably than you will about what the baby will be subjected to” she said. “Make sure she’s comfortable and not straining for your accommodation” she suggested.

“Okay,” Aaron said as he nodded along to the information the doctor was giving him. “So as long as Nova isn’t straining or uncomfortable, we’re fine to still… have sex?” he asked once more just to clarify. He hadn’t been bringing it up because they were so busy trying to find a place and moving in but now that they were settled, and Nova was aroused it was definitely a possibility.

Nova looked to Aaron tucking her lips in hiding her amusement as she held his hand in hers tightly.

Dr. Green nodded her head “yes sir” he told her “find anything usual happening, you tell me, and I can check it out. But you two should be fine” she said confidently. As she moved towards Nova, she gestured for her to lift her shirt up and she moved to spread a little gel on her stomach. “Okay, let’s see” she said as she turned the monitor and she held the transducer against the girl’s stomach moving it around gently before their child appeared on the screen. “There’s your baby” she said to them both as she looked around “fluid levels look good,” she told them “baby’s heart rate is great,” she said as she turned the sound on. “And if I get the right angle-” she breathed.

Aaron nodded with a small smile before he looked down at Nova and wiggled his eyebrows at her playfully. “Good to know,” he said before he chuckled. As Dr. Green placed the gel on Nova’s stomach and showed them their baby, he grew very quiet, his breath hitching in his throat as he waited anxiously.

Nova looked to the screen and she watched their baby. It wasn’t her first time, but each time still took her breath away. As she spoke about the overall health of the baby and their environment she smiled happily. Waiting as she laid out against the table, her breath was slow and steady knowing what was to come next.

Dr. Green smirked to herself as she held out a little longer, moving around before she showed them on the screen. “Right there” she pointed cutely “congratulations, it’s a boy” she announced to them happily.

Aaron’s eyes shot between Dr. Green, the screen, and Nova over and over again. He was losing oxygen here, he needed to know. “Yes!” He said fist pumping into the air hard as the doctor finally put them out of their misery. “Whoo!” he let out joyously as he looked down at Nova with a bright smile, his chest puffed out with pride.

At the announcement Nova’s mouth dropped, he wanted a boy and she wanted one for him and they got it. “Oh my God” she said in disbelief “babe” she said looking to him as he practically cheered. “I cannot believe it” she said to herself looking back to the screen. “I’m so happy” she expressed as she laced their fingers.

Aaron was dancing in his head and it showed in his eyes as he gazed at Nova lovingly and he leaned down, kissing her lips sweetly. “You’re carrying our son,” he said. It felt as if his heart was going to burst out of his chest, he was so full of love. “I can’t believe it either,” he said with a chuckle before he looked back at the screen.

Nova kissed Aaron back gently “I am so happy” she expressed again emphasizing it. “Everyone is going to go crazy over this you know, especially your dad” she chuckled. “He wanted a boy so bad too” she breathed.

Dr. Green smirked finishing up “here you go” she said offering Nova some tissues before she said. “I’ll be right back with your sonograms, just hang tight” she offered moving out the room with the patient chart.

Aaron was like a kid in a candy store he was so excited. This was the best news he had gotten all year. “I know,” he said his smile pulled ear to ear. “I’m geeked!” he said, already having dreams of him and his son in his head.

Nova moved to lean up and she cleaned her stomach off in the process chuckling at him again. “A boy” she breathed again “I can’t wait….”

[arodrwho]

cr 2.86 lb

aw yea boy everybody bout 2 die

n o t t c’mon man THI Nk

oh damn, he actually CAN see soltryce?? from here??

oof

central temple to erathis? hm

oh shit

PURBLE WORM

pull out your DANG symbols yo

the crownsguard are gone c’mon pull out y’all syMBOLS

thanK you laura

THANK U FJORD

hot damn 23

what did he SAY

lmao see u encounter notes

oooo bells!!!

fuckin NICE yo

y  A S H    A

“it’s time to kill yasha” careful nott i think u might be bout to kill ur whole family on that one

i love. sam’s flask

o no :( bad luck on that lock dude

oh FUCK i forgot pumat was there

i for G O T

what was i DOI NG advocating for showing the bad g e

ffffffuck

they did not play that off as badly as they could’ve? but they also didn’t play it off as smOOTHLy as they could’ve

i don’t think pumat believes them

ohhhhhh it’s so pre t t y

i lov th wind o ws

o damn it’s fight time

i feel like this isn’t the Boss fight here this is babby fight ?

but here we Go regardless

...o perhaps i was wrong perhaps this was Not optimally skippable encounter

hm

wis save wis save wis save

he saves!

did caleb just take piercing damage from the glass or from his own cat’s claw

i can’t tell bc my internet went pbtbtbt

“regular cultists regular cultists… nah it’s not quite the same. too many syllables” marisha. i love u

“she’ll end up burning one of her guys but doesn’t give a shit” damn bitch

oh freakyweird

i like ’em

wait who’d sam kill? what’s happen

did he kill the lady? lmao nice

HELO LAUGHING HA ND

obann u lil fuckin BITCH

yashaaaaaaaaaaaaa

ASHLEYYYYYYYYYYYYY

ashley ashley ashley HI

HELLO

HOW DOES IT GO HOW ARE U

PRETTY GOOD IT DOESN’T SEEM!!

well. yasha doesn’t seem pretty good but seem fine

it is Delightful to see ashley here again asalways

i wasn’t expecting her to show up til yasha got unobann’d

ohhh u jus barely made it cayleb

also COOL we know a lil more of how that works then ?

neat

yyYYYYEAAAAAH BOIIIIIIIII

that was such. a good. narrative beat

i love you beau.

and SUCH a good callback

aND some motherfuckin beaujester in there aswell

“..............i rolled 2 1s” DOUBLE ONES OF FRIENDSHIP

o man o man o man

“he takes [sheepish laughing voice] eight points of radiant damage” “that [finishes him]!”

:D!

stabsassin

24 to hit!! heeeeck yeahhhh

hooooooo

yasha pls don’t kill nott :(

NATURAL 20!!!!! AND SNEAK ATTACK

nott

i love

u

u can do it u can do it u can do it

goddamn he’s still up

but u have HURTED him

goodjob nott i Love you

“oh maybe ur more useful than i thought”

oh NO

oh N O

“i was not worried about that” damn dude

“[quiet voice] i do not know where nott is” :(((

“now the closest enemy to u is beauregard. or caleb” o no

oh no

i have 1 sad yo

that’s gonna hur t

wait what’d i miss what Happen

this is what i get for tryign to Read adn Watch at the same tim e

“there’s the slightest look of relief” hey. that’s fuckin Sad ashley

how Dare you ashley

“pumat swole” jdgkjdjhg

[VERY LOUD GASP]

stormlord!! time!!!

wildmother! time!!!!!

yas h A!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

yayyyyyyyy beau is stable

“if i came back and u fucking died at the table i’d just be like ‘i’m gonna see myself out’” lmao

i love u cad

it’s a huuuuuuug

i SCREECHED

goD Damn caleb

the first thing yasha does is stab a Bird

fjord u bastard??

what the fuck fjord

don’t be a bitch

goddang pumat

godDANG pumat

wait what

?? what’d u say marisha

????? who doesn’t show up?

called thought of nott as his partner agAI N

but nOTT IS GETTING FURTHER AWAY

don’t sT O P

“trust myself” :((

“i go hug yasha around the waist” :(((

“thanks jester” today on ‘everybody lovs jester lavorre’,,,,,,

BREAK TIME

beep beep we back

“he has chosen to pick people who cannot be killed” what

“we die and we come back and—”

hwat

hWAT

oh

oh okay

dang caleb it’s interrogation time

do do do do do do do

oh boy

“please. please don’t leave me again” :( am reminded of “why didn’t you come ?”

hey

hey i’m. soft

i wanna give the stormlord a high five

thank u dude

protect the her

gosh diggety heck

o please let this work

o fortune’s favor, good

GOOD

“do not reply to this message” lmao

god marisha makes the best faces

sparkle sparkle

i forgot to lb & have been vry distracted but aaaAAAAAAAAAA YASHAAAAAAAA

i love a uuuuuuuuu

goddamn yasha

that’s hardcore

holy SHIT

matt???????

matt??????????????????????????

what the FUCK matt

you’re gonna give us all THIS and then leave us hanging for 2 weeks???

MATT???????????????

that’s GROSS

what the F U Ck

gross. gross gross gross. GROS S.

“cursed now with a punished form from the chained oblivion” what. the fuc  k.

no

NO

M A T  T

to conclude: holy SHIT what the FUCK

[coffeeskater]

Interruptions

Anon asked: “ Hey I love your rare pair stories, you've dragged me into Kassandra/Aspasia hell because I want more content!!! Just a quick question, are you going to post these on AO3? I only saw a few of these prompts and was wondering if you could post them all. Anyways prompt is: Kassandra is a damn top with muscles “ (Yes, all my works are now on Ao3 Anon, sorry I couldn’t answer you sooner like a week ago when I put them all up there I needed to save your ask for the prompt.)

I combined two prompts here, one from @kasspasia again. A big thank you for that but also for letting me torture her with tidbits of this fic as I worked on it. She’s the real MVP.  This is just 10 pages of pure fluff and smut. VERY VERY NSFW YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!  I worked super hard on this one and I  have zero regrets about this fic . Enjoy! (I’m not sorry for any of this.)

~

Aspasia moaned, clutching as Kassandra’s shoulder as her tongue flicked across her nipple, arching into her mouth, desperate for more as Kassandra’s hand crept down her body, taking the time to stroke her skin as she descended achingly slowly. “Kassandra I swear to the gods if you don’t-“  She was cut off as the bedroom door opened, Kassandra instinctually pulling the sheets up to cover their bodies. Phoibe stood in the doorway, her mouth open in shock, a plate of fruit she must have been holding clattering to the floor.

“I knew it!” The girl cheered, clapping and looking delighted. “I knew you two were sneaking around pretending you weren’t spending ‘adult time’ together!”   Phoibe gestured as she said ‘adult time’ to indicate she didn’t believe for a second that what the two had been doing was innocent. Before either woman could react Phoibe was dashing off laughing delightedly.

Kassandra’s head fell onto Aspasia shoulder, groaning in frustration as Aspasia stared numbly up at the ceiling. “Please tell me this is a bad dream I’m going to wake from at any moment.” Kassandra mumbled.

“As much as I wish that were the case, I don’t think this is a dream.” Aspasia replied, throwing her arm over her eyes, still very wet between her legs and equally frustrated as she was aroused. If it wasn’t urgent business that needed her immediate attention, it was Kassandra’s duties as a Mistios or the ruse that she was Aspasia’s personal guard. Now apparently they had to worry about Phoibe interrupting what little time they had together.

With a throaty groan that told Aspasia that Kassandra was feeling exactly the same as she was, she got up and quickly changed her undergarments before donning her armor. “I’ll go chase the little sneak down and make sure this doesn’t spread.” Kassandra said, pausing to dip down and press a chaste kiss to Aspasia’s forehead before leaving the room, closing the door behind her.

“Gods be damned, what does a woman have to do to have some alone time these days?” Aspasia asked no one in particular, waiting a few minutes before she too got up and got changed, taking the time to make sure her hair didn’t betray the activities she’d almost had the pleasure of taking part in. Once ready to start her day Aspasia rose with a sigh, catching a glance at the small and rather plain bracelet that sat next to her circlet. Smiling, she picked it up and with some effort managed to clasp it to her wrist. It was a simple design, two scraps of cloth twined together, one red and one blue. Kassandra had shyly presented it to her almost a month ago now.

“I know you could buy yourself anything in this city…” She’d paused, “actually you could probably buy the city. But I wanted to get you something.” She’d presented the small bracelet, clearly nervous for the first time since Aspasia had met her. “I wanted to give you something, for when I’m gone and perhaps if you miss me.” The way she’d said it made a cold rush run down Aspasia’s spine, clearly doubting that the aristocrat missed her when she was off doing her various jobs. Taking the other woman’s face in her hands Aspasia had drawn her into a long and passionate kiss, pressing as close as possible to the mercenary, trying to say without words of course I miss you when you’re gone. When they’d broken apart Kassandra had smiled and lifted the bracelet and Aspasia let her claps it around her wrist.

Smiling at the memory, Aspasia rubbed her thumb along the jewelry and strode from her room, prepared to deal with what was sure to be a long day of meetings and business deals.

~

Kassandra bit down on the space between her thumb and index finger, biting hard enough to draw blood as she desperately tried to keep quiet. Aspasia smirked, teasing her finger tips through Kassandra’s slick heat. “shh, you don’t want the guests hearing you.” Aspasia murmured, pressed right up against Kassandra, slightly hiding the fact that her hand was up the mistios’ skirt. Kassandra’s legs shook, her breath labored as she panted through her nose. Her free hand gripped the slight marble outcrop, trying desperately to keep herself upright. Aspasia pressed a wet open mouthed kiss to Kassandra’s neck. Before she could continue, Kassandra yanked her hand from between her legs and spun, putting herself between Aspasia and the end of the hallway, one hand on Aspasia’s wrist, the other held her spear.

“My apologies.” A timid voice said and as Kassandra relaxed, she could see one of her servants, standing at the end of the hall, looking frightened. She relaxed as Kassandra replaced her spear and Aspasia stepped out from behind Kassandra. “Ma’am, a few of the guests are wondering if you have any other wine.”

Aspasia quirked a brow. “Is there a problem with the wine I’m currently serving?”

“No, ma’am. It’s not a problem with what you are serving, rather that there’s none left.” Aspasia sighed and rubbed her forehead.

“Let me guess, Aristophanes drank us dry.” The servant nodded and Aspasia sighed once more. “Go down and let our guests know there will be more wine shortly, I’ll see to it.” The servant nodded but before she could leave, Aspasia called out to stop her. “And Kleio, whatever you think you saw, you didn’t. Understand?” Kleio nodded and smiled softly before darting back down the stairs to the party they were supposed to be hosting.

As soon as she was gone Kassandra deflated, turning to face the wall and smacking her palm against the wall several times, leaving slight smears of blood on the wall which she glared at before using her cloak to wipe it away. Aspasia stepped close and drew Kassandra into a quick kiss. “One of these days, I am going to ignore these interruptions and whoever interrupts us can either leave or watch.” Kassandra growled, causing Aspasia to blush slightly at her words.

“We will find time.” Aspasia reassured, stroking her clean hand down Kassandra’s arm, and catching her eyes as she quickly sucked her fingers clean, bringing a pink flush to Kassandra’s cheeks. “Soon, but for now, you should help me collect some more wine.” Kassandra sighed and grumbled but followed Aspasia down the stairs and out back to resupply the party.

~

“Kassandra!” Myrinne called, down in the main room of the building, glancing about for any hint of either her daughter or her lover.

Upstairs Kassandra dropped her forehead against Aspasia’s stomach, muffling a sound of frustration. Aspasia pressed both palms to her eyes, biting her lip to muffle her own sound of agony. Used to being interrupted by now, Kassandra simply rose and readjusted her chiton before striding from the room and downstairs, accepting a hug from her mother.

“Mater. What can I do for you?” Myrinne smirked, brushing her thumb against the mark on her daughters neck, Unsurprised when Kassandra’s only reaction was to sigh and close her eyes.

“Am I interrupting something?”  She teased. Kassandra simply crossed her arms and stepped back, gesturing to the kitchen and Myrinne fell in step with her as they meandered over, Myrinne taking a seat at the table as Kassandra brought fresh water and some fruit over.

“It hardly matters if you interrupt, if it wasn’t you someone else would have interrupted.” Kassandra said, sitting heavily and rubbing her forehead. “We can’t have even one minute alone.” She sighed out frustratedly. “I’ve given up on ever spending time with her. So did you just want to visit or did you need something?” She asked as Aspasia came in, sitting next to Kassandra, now dressed and plucking an apple from the fruit bowl.

“Myrinne, nice to see you.” She greeted.

“Apparently not.” Myrinne returned, looking between the two. Aspasia narrowed her eyes at Kassandra who tipped her head to make the mark on her neck more obvious, causing Aspasia to sigh in defeat.

“Of course.” She muttered to herself.

“I came because I need Kassandra’s help, nothing too serious, just a hand with a few things back in Sparta.”

~

Kassandra gasped, her fingers knotted in Aspasia’s hair as her tongue flicked against her clit, her hips moving against Aspasia’s tongue, her eyes mostly closed. “I’m close.” Kassandra whispered, her head thrown back, Aspasia drawing little circles on her thighs as she pleasured Kassandra.

The both of them were so focused on each other that neither of them heard the door creak open and Alexios poke his head in, ready to call his sister’s name and catching sight of her against the far wall, a woman between her legs, her head hidden by the armor she wore around her waist. He tilted his head, curious as to that they could be doing.

“What are you two doing?” He asked, his deep voice sounding three times louder than it should in the relative quiet of the room.

Kassandra’s eyes popped open to find Alexios standing in the doorway, a confused frown on his face, Aspasia freezing before trying to pull away from Kassandra but kept close by a firm hand on the back of her head. “Get out!” she shouted gesturing for the door, her face blazing red.

“Surely that cannot be comfortable for your companion.” He mused, unmoving, squinting like he was trying to understand.

“OUT!” Kassandra shouted again, grabbing for the nearest thing to her and throwing it at Alexios, a clay jug shattering against the wall where his head had been. Releasing Aspasia’s head Kassandra darted over to the door and locked it. Leaning against the door, her face still a bright red. A few moments passed in silence before she turned a hand over her eyes. “I am sorry for…” She made a gesture indicating she meant when she’d kept Aspasia hidden between her legs. “I didn’t want him seeing you.”

Aspasia nodded, still dazed and embarrassed. “Probably for the best.” She replied sitting down at the table they kept in their bedroom, scattered with correspondence and requests for help or political affairs. Kassandra stayed at the door, both hands covering her face.

“I’m going to kill him.” She murmured, wishing for the ground to open up and swallow her whole. The pits of Tartarus would be better than here.

~

Aspasia burst into the room, startling Kassandra and Ikaros who was perched on her arm. “Come, follow me.” She demanded, not waiting before she spun around and strode along the hallway. Glancing at Ikaros who peeped before taking flight, Kassandra hurriedly took off, jogging to catch up to Aspasia, following her to the stables.

Aspasia stopped at Phobos’ stall and gestured, not saying anything. Confused but trusting the other woman, Kassandra pulled Phobos out and helped Aspasia up onto the horse, mounting behind her. Kassandra let Aspasia take the reins, her hands settling on her hips as Aspasia guided them down from the Villa they shared and into town.

“Do you feel like telling me where we’re going?” Kassandra asked, her hands slipping around Aspasia’s waist as she leaned into the other woman, pressing her front to her back, enjoying the contact. It had been almost two weeks since Alexios interrupted them, which had also been the last chance they’d had to be alone. Until now.

Her question was answered as Aspasia stopped them in front of the bath houses, getting off Phobos and walking up to one of the many, many guards that surrounded the biggest. Kassandra got off as well, letting the guard take the reins of her horse and Aspasia take her hand, insistently tugging her towards the bath house. They stopped in front a pair of guards and Aspasia grabbed one by the collar and jerked him down to be on eye level. “I will personally remove your testicles if you leave your post and let anyone, and I mean anyone into this bath house.” The guard looked terrified and nodded vehemently. Desperate to keep his body intact.

Aspasia let him go and tugged Kassandra past the line of guards, and into the bath house, Kassandra now more confused than ever. No sooner did they enter, the door closing behind them than Aspasia slammed Kassandra against the nearest wall, kissing her hard, running her hands up and down her body. “I have paid, truly exorbitant amounts of drachmae to have this place to ourselves for several hours, we are going to have a nice, relaxing bath and we are going to indulge in every single carnal desire we have.”  Kassandra sucked in a breath, her eyes darkening, her hands flexing on Aspasia’s waist. “I am tired of waiting and even more tired of the constant interruptions.”

“I could not agree more.” Kassandra replied, letting Aspasia push her into the room that held the bath, the large pool gently steaming and smelling sweetly. The water was a faint pink and despite the promise of privacy, Kassandra hesitated. Aspasia feeling her muscles tense, stepped back, watching as Kassandra’s eyes darted around the large space, the table laid with fruits and cheeses on the back wall, animal skins and rugs laid everywhere, a few benches pressed close to the walls.

“Is something the matter?” Aspasia asked softly, waiting until Kassandra dragged her gaze back.

“You are sure we will be left alone?” She asked, glancing over Aspasia’s shoulder at the entrance they had come from.

“I am certain, one way in and one way out. I paid each guard almost double their monthly wage for a few hours of work, if they know what’s good for them they’ll keep an entire Spartan army at bay for us.” This seemed to relax Kassandra, but not enough, still unable to truly relax. Frowning Aspasia caressed her cheek. “Tell me what is holding you back.”

“I just…” Kassandra sighed. “I can’t take another interruption. I have barely seen you let alone had time to love you in these past months. It would be a cruel joke from the gods to come so close and lose this chance.” Aspasia smiled and ran her hand down Kassandra’s arms, giving her hand a squeeze.

“There is no chance we will be interrupted my love. I have back up plans for my back up plans, nothing will ruin this for us now.” Finally Kassandra seemed to relax, letting her forehead rest against Aspasia’s. “Now come, we shouldn’t waste the few hours we have.”

Aspasia undid the few clasps that held Kassandra’s armor on, removing the chest piece and enjoying the flex of muscles as the cool air rushed across newly revealed skin. Next was her skirt, both greaves soon joining the small pile, her boots the last to come off, leaving Kassandra nearly naked. Before she could begin to pull at her breast band, Kassandra was stepping closer and kissing her, her nimble hands undoing the ties that held Aspasia’s dress together, letting the fabric fall, calloused fingers tracing across smooth unmarred skin. “Finally, I can take my time with you.” Kassandra murmured, her finger tips trailing up her spin, pulling a shiver from Aspasia, who pressed closer and buried her face in Kassandra’s neck, loving the scent of oiled leather and something distinctly Kassandra.

Aspasia slipped her fingers just under Kassandra’s breast band, giving a little tug to seek permission, tugging the fabric apart when she received a nod. It, along with the rest of their undergarments joined the pile before Kassandra dipped briefly, scooping Aspasia up and walking carefully into the bath.

The warm water was heavenly and Kassandra sighed in contentment, letting Aspasia down before sinking lower into the water to sit on the submerged bench. The water came to just above her breasts and Aspasia wasted no time in taking a seat between her legs, reclining against the woman the same way she had many months ago. One of the mercenary’s hands came up to hold her close, palm flat against her abdomen, blunt nails scratching lightly, the other resting along the edge of the bath.

Aspasia closed her eyes, the warmth of the bath and the comfort of the woman she loved enough to lull her into a semi-conscious state. She’d come here with every intention of washing as quickly as possible before moving on to the more lustful activities that plagued her dreams every night, but now that she had Kassandra alone, just her presence and the promise of time together, uninterrupted was more than enough and Aspasia found herself relishing in the simple pleasures of the warm water and Kassandra’s idle touches, their breathing synchronized as they lay together.

What could have been hours later but surely must not have been, Kassandra placed a kiss at the junction between her neck and shoulder, the arm around her waist tightening subtly. Aspasia smiled and in response opened her legs a little further. Kassandra pressed kisses along her neck, bringing her other arm under the water to skim up Aspasia’s body, her finger tips teasing up her sides with gentle touches. In response reached up and tangled her finger in Kassandra’s hair, realizing at some point she’d undone her braid. Kassandra cupping her breast and squeezing softly caused her to fist her hand in Kassandra’s hair, gasping as she palmed her, her touches still infuriating gentle and tender. A sharp nip at her neck had her gasping in pleasure.

Never one to be outdone, Aspasia trailed the hand not currently tangled in Kassandra’s hair down her body, making sure her fingers brushed Kassandra’s as she brought her hand to her own core, smirking as Kassandra inhaled sharply.

“Touch me.” Aspasia breathed, enjoying the shiver that racked her lover. Not needing to be told twice, Kassandra’s other hand glided up her body, finding a nipple and gently tweaking it and rolling it slightly between her forefinger and thumb, mirroring the motion with her other hand. Normally Kassandra was rougher, more eager and insistent with her touches, but this time she took her time, enjoying every gasp and moan of pleasure she caused.

She took her time working her up, thumbs dragging down Aspasia’s chest, enjoying the way her hardened nipples felt against the palms of her hands as she gradually moved down her body, squeezing her chest as she went, pinching each bud and eliciting a whine of desire which rapidly changed into a deep throated moan as Kassandra finally slipped between her legs. Her left arm wrapped around Aspasia to keep her in place, her other hand teasing between slick pink folds.

The grip on her hair tightened as Kassandra finally slipped a single finger inside, thrusting slowly and methodically, just enough to feel good but nowhere near enough to satisfy. “Kassandra.” Aspasia moaned, trying to cant her hips forward for more but held back by the well-muscled arm around her waist.

“Patience.” Kassandra purred in her ear, teeth scraping lightly against her ear lobe, making Aspasia shiver despite the hot water. Her thumb circled the bud at her apex and it was enough to make Aspasia close her eyes and her head to fall back against Kassandra’s shoulder gasping and moaning her name. Her free hand settled on Kassandra’s thigh, gripping tightly as she slowly picked up speed.

It was delicious torture as Kassandra continued her slow place, a fire slowly building as it was stroked back to life. Then suddenly without warning Kassandra added a second finger and curled them. Aspasia couldn’t stop herself from screaming her name. The arm around her waist shifted until fingers pressed at her throat, tipping her chin to the ceiling so Kassandra could kiss her, swallowing every moan and whimper of pleasure as she picked up pace, her fingers thrusting quicker and quicker, her thumb tracing patterns on her clit.

Very quickly Aspasia found herself hurtling towards the edge. Her chest heaved as Kassandra kissed her cheek and neck, curling her fingers and rocking her hips forward with each thrust in. “Kass… Kass I’m so close.”

“I know.” Kassandra whispered back, nipping at her neck and pressing harder with her thumb, the new pressure and tight circles she drew bringing her closer and closer to the edge. With a muffled scream of Kassandra’s name Aspasia felt her orgasm build, almost at the peak... until Kassandra stopped entirely, withdrawing her hand.

“No!” Aspasia practically sobbed, her walls clenching around nothing and her clit aching for pressure that wasn’t there. Her nails dug in tightly to Kassandra’s thighs, hard enough to draw blood as Aspasia shook. A string of curses that would put any sailor to shame left her lips as Kassandra stroked the sweaty hair from her face. “You…. You!” Aspasia whimpered, her mind still clouded from the pleasure.

“Relax my love, you’ll finish, but not before I taste you.” Kassandra said and Aspasia could hear the smirk in her voice. She was then lifted, out of the bath and laid on the edge of it, her legs dangling into the water before Kassandra knelt, facing her and draped her legs over her shoulders, giving no warning of what she intended before her mouth was licking at her, broad flat strokes flicking across her center, humming against her, the vibrations a pleasant and welcome sensation.

Knotting her fingers in Kassandra’s hair, Aspasia tugged her closer, urging her closer, demanding more. Giving in to the demands Kassandra took her clit in her mouth, sucking and laving at the little bud, enjoying the way it made Aspasia moan her name. Within minutes Aspasia was back on the peak, soft noises of pleasure mixed with Kassandra’s name filling the space as she rocked against her face.

Aspasia felt Kassandra’s hand slipping up her trembling body, palm flat against her belly as she continued to lick and suck at her, briefing dipping lower to lick at her entrance, pushing in when Aspasia made a broken sound. Aspasia tilted her hips up, giving Kassandra a better angle who gladly took advantage, pushing her tongue deeper, her hands on her ass to keep her in place.

A few more strokes of her tongue and Aspasia was coming hard, her vision going white as she screamed Kassandra’s name, held fast to her mouth as Kassandra kept up her ministrations even as Aspasia shook almost violently as wave upon wave of pleasure wracked her. Aspasia wasn’t sure how long Kassandra kept going, helping her ride out her orgasm until her hips came to rest against the cold marble once more, Kassandra softly kissing the inside of her thigh.

Once Aspasia calmed, she stood up and leant over her, smiling and humming contentedly when Aspasia’s arms came up around her neck, the woman panting, her eyes not yet open as she stroked her sides before gently gathering her and holding her in a bridal carry as she settled back in the warm bath, Aspasia cuddled into her chest.

“Did you enjoy it?’ Kassandra asked softly, making sure the trembles that still wracked Aspasia’s body were from the pleasure and not the cold.

Aspasia laughed breathlessly, her eyes finally opening to meet Kassandra’s gentle ones searching her face. “I did, though I admit, I wanted to kill you for that stunt you pulled.” She smiled and let Aspasia guide her into a gentle and chaste kiss.

“Paid off in the end.” Kassandra mumbled against her lips, drawing another breathy laugh from the aristocrat.

They sat like that for a while as Aspasia slowly came back down from the incredible high. Kassandra, for her part seemed utterly content to sit and relax with Aspasia in her arms. When Aspasia’s breathing finally normalized, she looked up and noticed Kassandra’s eyes were closed, a gentle smile on her face.  An idea came to her and Aspasia smirked, realizing she knew exactly how she was going to get back at Kassandra.

Leaving her arms caused the mercenary to open her eyes, watching as Aspasia settled next to her, a look in her eye that Kassandra knew meant trouble. She reached out and drew Kassandra into a kiss before running her hand down her well-muscled body, enjoying the feel of her and how Kassandra responded to her touch. “Come here.” She commanded, tugging lightly at her wrist to get Kassandra to straddle her. “On your knees.” She clarified when Kassandra settled on her lap.

Aspasia watched her eyes darken in desire, both her hands coming to rest on the edge of the bath on either side of Aspasia’s head. Using her own legs Aspasia widened Kassandra’s stance, a thrill running through her, knowing that in this moment she had absolute power of one of the strongest women in all of the Greek world. “Very good.” Aspasia purred, leaning in closer and kissing Kassandra’s cheek. “Now I hope you’re comfortable because if you move, I’m going to stop.” Aspasia smirked in satisfaction as Kassandra gulped before shifting slightly before nodding. “good.”

She wasted no time, immediately running her flat hand down her chest, pinching and rolling a nipple as she went, through dark curls and finding slick heat. Immediately Kassandra’s head dropped, a strained noise escaping her lips. Part of Aspasia wanted to tease Kassandra, touch her but not pleasure her. The other half wanted to take Kassandra then and there and punish her for teasing her earlier and make her scream her name to the gods. She wanted to unravel the usually composed woman and make her a quivering, dripping mess.  The second half won.

Parting her with her index and pinky finger, Aspasia found her entrance and plunged two fingers in, Causing Kassandra to jerk and gasp, her arms straining as she tried not to move as Aspasia immediately established a rapid pace, each thrust causing her thumb to brush up and down along her clit. The hand not currently between Kassandra’s legs wasn’t idle however, grabbing a breast and squeezing and kneading, drawing out throaty pleas and cries for more.

An idea struck her then and smiling devilishly, Aspasia trailed a path up from her chest until her fingers came to rest around Kassandra’s throat, her grip light and testing. She slowed then stopped her thrusts and waited until Kassandra met her eyes. As much as she loved the control and power she held in this moment, Aspasia wasn’t willing to push any boundaries, she loved dominating her love but there was a big difference between domination and acting callously.  “Is this alright?” She asked softly.

“Yes.” Kassandra replied, her arm muscles relaxing slightly.

“You can always make me stop this.” She flexed her hand slightly. “I don’t want to hurt you or make you uncomfortable. You understand?” Kassandra nodded and Aspasia paused. “I need to hear you say it Kassandra.”  Their eyes met again and Kassandra had a slight smile tugging at her lips.

“I understand. I trust you.” Aspasia’s heart soared at the words. Of course Aspasia knew Kassandra trusted her, but hearing her say it was a rush in its own way.

“Good.” She leaned forward and kissed Kassandra, lingering against her lips as she started thrusting again, slower than before and feeling Kassandra’s breath catch. Slowly she sat back against the wall of the bath, curling her fingers with each thrust and tightening the grip she had around Kassandra’s throat slowly, stopping when she could feel each ragged breath against her fingertips, her pulse hammering against her palm.  Kassandra keened as Aspasia started circling her clit, applying more and more pressure with each pass.

A few more swipes had Kassandra screwing her eyes shut, Aspasia’s name falling from her lips over and over like a prayer. Aspasia added a third finger and Kassandra cried out before biting her lip to stifle the sound, her legs trembling with the effort needed to not rock her hips into Aspasia. ‘She’s beyond beautiful this way’ Aspasia thought, loving every ragged breath, the pulse she can feel hammering away under her hand, every tremble and the prominence of every muscle as Kassandra desperately tried to keep her control and not move.  Aspasia wanted to make her scream her name as she came, wanted to watch her come apart at the seams. “Come for me.” She whispered, curling her fingers so they press against the spot that makes Kassandra whimper, drawing her own name on her clit.

Kassandra lasted all of five more seconds before she came, screaming Aspasia’s name, her walls clenching down as she finally lost control, her arms buckling so her forearms rested along the edge of the bath, her forehead dropping to Aspasia’s shoulder who cradled her head there and continued to thrust in and out, Kassandra shaking in her arms as her orgasm rapidly turned into a second with a cry of sheer pleasure and ecstasy.

When Kassandra seemed to finally relax as the waves of pleasure subsided, Aspasia slowly withdrew her fingers which caused Kassandra to all but deflate, reduced to a quivering mess as Aspasia helped her settle more comfortably on her lap. It was silent as Kassandra got her breathing back under control, Aspasia running her fingers through sweat damp hair. “By the gods.” Kassandra eventually said, finding the strength to lift her head and meet Aspasia’s eyes. “Aphrodite herself could come down to pleasure me but it would never be half as good as that.” She confessed, watching Aspasia smirk in satisfaction.

“And not a single interruption.” She added, making Kassandra grin and shake her head.

“The guards outside must be very red in the face right about now I imagine.” Kassandra replied, making Aspasia chuckle.

“I hope not, who know what sort of rumors will spread.”

Kassandra smirked, quirking an eyebrow. “I’d imagine the rumors would revolve around one or both of us being the most stunning of lovers.”  Aspasia rolled her eyes but hid a smile behind her hand.

“I see that orgasm wasn’t nearly enough to knock your ego down a little.” Aspasia joked, feeling a little disappointed as Kassandra got off her lap and sat next to her, putting on arm over her shoulders and drawing her into her side.

“It appears so. Would you like to try again?” Kassandra offered, smirk still firmly in place. Aspasia leaned in to kiss her, her hand on a strong thigh as Kassandra cupped the back of her head.

“Perhaps. I’ll consider it if you behave and help me wash myself.” Aspasia replied, standing and slowly wading over to the other side of the bath to collect one of the sweet smelling soaps, aware of Kassandra’s eyes on her the whole time.

“That can be arranged.” Kassandra agreed, grinning as Aspasia made her way back over, tossing the soap to the other woman who caught it easily.

“Better be a good job.” Aspasia warned teasingly as she sat on Kassandra’s lap, briefly sinking down to soak her hair before surfacing and letting Kassandra begin to work up a thick lather with the soap before running her hands through thick dark hair.

“Oh, it will be.” Kassandra assured, pressing a kiss to the back of Aspasia’s neck as she moved all her hair tor drape across one shoulder. “It will be.”

[doctor-who-hears-a-horton]

The Fob-Watched Detective (Ten x Rose)

Rating: Teen

Chapter 5/?

The Doctor, having rewritten his biology to get away from the Family of Blood, tells the TARDIS to take himself and Donna to a safe place, and the TARDIS drops his new human persona, Alec Hardy, and Donna Noble, in the one place she knows they’ll be safe: Rose Tyler’s backyard

(This is still a TenxRose story, but Ten is fobwatched as Alec)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Read it on AO3 here! stay tuned for updates!

Alec was there about two hours later, and it really was good that she wasn’t working on anything else important.  

“Rose?” Mickey poked his head into her office. “Um. I don’t know how to say this except the Doctor is here.”

Rose smiled a little. “Thanks, Micks.  Make sure you don’t call him that, though,” she said.

“I think I should be reminding you that,” Mickey said, arching an eyebrow at her.

She shook her head. “I’m fine, Micks, really,” she promised him.  “Besides, he’s growing his beard out, the Doctor would never do that.”

Mickey snorted, “You’ve got that right.  I’ll let him in.”

Alec came storming in the moment Mickey had shut the door.  “Hi,” he said briskly, and dragged the chair from in front of her desk around to sit next to her. She let out a cry of alarm and slammed her laptop shut.  

“Excuse me,” she said, “It’s usually customary to ask before getting into someone’s personal space, but that’s just me, I guess.”

He blinked at her. “You told him-” he jerked his head to the door, indicating Mickey, “-That I could come in.”

She narrowed her eyes. “I was on my computer.”

“What were you doing, then?” he asked, “Should I be suspicious of you?”

“I work at Torchwood, I deal with top secret information,” She said, pointing at him, “And it’s rude of you to just come in and-”

“I wasn’t looking at your computer.”

She blinked. “Oh, yeah, um… So you were having dreams?” “Yes,” he scooted closer to her and pulled a little blue notebook out of the inside of his jacket.  “I’ve been writing and drawing about them in here,” he told her. He looked at her carefully, “I’m only showing you because I trust you.”

“And why would you trust me?” She countered.

“Because I know that you’re not an axe murderer.”  He lifted a shoulder. “You check out.”

She nodded to herself a little. “Mm hm,” she said, “So what’s in this little book here?” She tapped the book.  “You can tell me.”

“Yeah, I suppose,” he said, and looked down at it. “I should… Explain, first.”

“Okay.  Wait, hang on, why didn’t you tell Donna?”

He winced. “She makes fun of me a lot,” he said, “And I think she’s kidding, but sometimes it’s hard to tell.  I was never… Good, with sarcasm and the like.”

“You’re pretty good at it when you’re using it on me.”

“Well, that’s because I know what I mean. I have no idea what you mean.”  He grunted and flipped open the book. “So anyway, I have these dreams, I’ve had them for every night since I woke up and you were sitting next to me while I was sleeping on my couch.  In them, I’m a different man.”

Rose’s hearts stuttered in her chest. “What sort of man?” She turned her spinny chair so that she was facing his side.

“You’ll laugh.” “I won’t,” She said earnestly.

“In these dreams, I’m an alien man, and I live in this blue box.” Rose grit her teeth to suppress a sob, and she smiled at him. “What sort of blue box?” She asked him softly.

“It’s a ship,” he told her, his brows furrowed in concentration as he pointed to the drawing he made of the TARDIS in his notebook.  “And she’s… Well, she’s a she.”

“Typical bloke,” She said, “Names his ship.” He looked at her for a moment before realizing she was kidding and cracking a small smile. “And you’re there, and Donna is there.  But never at the same time.”

She had a feeling she knew why that was, but she knew that it was best she not say anything about it.

He flipped past one of the pages.  “You’re missing, a lot.  But I can feel that loss,” he pressed his hand to his chest.  “I’n my heart, I can feel it.  So much it is literally painful.”  He glanced at her. “Um. Not sure why.”

She smiled again, having trouble keeping it off her face. “So you mean, your heart condition.” He furrowed his brows and frowned. “That must be it,” he said.  “My heart condition.  But.  But in these dreams, the man I am, he’s… Light, bubbly, like he’s happy.  And he’s English.”

She giggled, peering down at the book.  “So you drew yourself here,” she said, pointing at a drawing of the Doctor, with Alec’s eyes.  “You’re very good,” she told him, nudging his shoulder.

“I’m alright,” he said. “A lot of this I write in the middle of the night when I wake up, and I never know quite what I’m saying until I read it the next morning.”

He flipped the page and tried to flip again but Rose saw it was a drawing of herself and slammed her hand down on the page. “That’s me.”

“Um… Yes, well, yes.”

She read the writing under it. “‘I keep searching for a Rose, but I cannot find a rose anywhere, and she keeps walking away’...” Rose looked up at him. “What does that mean?”  She whispered.

“In some of the dreams, I can’t find you.  And I’m looking for you, but I don’t know where to start, or where to even look for you. I think I can’t get to you, so I almost give up.  But it seems like you’re walking away from me, like I should be able to see you, and I can’t.  It’s frustrating.”

Rose felt tears well up in her throat but expertly tamped them down.  Whatever this was, this filtering of Alec’s dreams letting him know that he was the Doctor, she couldn’t reveal it all.  It would upset him and it wouldn’t do anyone any good, not this early in the whole Family business, and she had a feeling that Donna would tell her the same.  “Why would I be walking away from you?” She asked softly.

“I don’t know,” he shook his head.  “I can’t- I call out to you, sometimes, because I’m quite annoyed that you aren’t looking at me, but you still don’t turn around, you don’t even acknowledge me. “

“Well… I apologize for myself in your dreams.”

He wrinkled his nose. “Hardly your fault, is it?” He offered.  “I can get you to talk to me in real life, which is… Surprising.”

“Why?”

“Because I push you away quite a bit.” Alec said, “I don’t like people.”

“I know,” She laughed a little.  “I can tell.”

He winced a little. “Yes, well, anyway.  We have all these adventures, you and me, and this woman called Martha, she’s sometimes there.  She fancies me but I… Blatantly ignore her.”

Rose smiled a little at that. “You’re very rude,” She told him.

He made a non committal grunt instead of speaking.  “It seems my mind is on something else,” he said flippantly after a moment, and flipped another page in his notebook. Rose was surprised to see another drawing of herself, wearing the pink fluffy dress she’d worn when they’d gone to see Elvis, or tried to, at least.  They’d gotten there eventually, though not the same day as everything with the Coronation.  She smiled a little as Alec blundered a bit.  

“Um- this, you know, this thing, this.... We wanted to see Elvis, this blue box, it also travels in time.” “That’s brilliant,” Rose said, trying very hard to pretend like she didn’t know what he was talking about.  “Really, properly brilliant.”

He looked like he might be close to smiling, but wasn’t quite there yet.  “Yeah, suppose it is,” he said, lifting a shoulder.  He didn’t make a move to say anything else, so Rose scooted a little closer.

“Tell me more,” She said pleadingly.  “About our adventures, or your adventures with Donna and Martha.”

“You really want to know?” He asked, his eyes surprised, but the rest of him not terribly surprised.  She laughed a little at his expression.

“Yeah,” She said.  

He sat with her and told her about everything in his book, flipping through the book.

“You haven’t… had this job too long,” she said finally, “Why- how- how have you had so many dreams?”

Alec shrugged, “I remember all my dreams.”

“That’s not normal!”

“No, I suppose not, but I do,” he said, shrugging.  He flipped back to the first picture of her. “I wasn’t sure if I should even tell you about this.”

She looked him in the face, furrowing her brows. “Why not?” She asked.  “Why would I not want to see that?” she felt her heart filling. “This is beautiful.”

He didn’t look at her, just kept staring down at the book. “It’s a bit creepy, isn’t it?  That I had dreams of you and wrote them down?”

“I think it’s really flattering,” Rose said, because of course she couldn’t tell him anything about how much it really meant to her that he was remembering, that on some level she meant something to him, that he had missed her. She didn’t want to think about it. She wanted to give him a hug, but she had a feeling that he wasn’t much of a hugger. He wasn’t the Doctor, she had to remind herself, so that she didn’t do something stupid like burst into tears.

She watched him, lacing her fingers together and shoving them in her lap so that she wouldn’t reach out and take his hand.  “I think you’re amazing, Alec.” “I’m not,” he mumbled.  “I’m a detective with an active imagination because I’ve seen so much,” he said, “I’m terribly boring, and I can’t maintain any friendships or relationships.”  He wouldn’t look at her, and it tugged on her in a way that she really couldn’t explain.

“Alec?”

“Hm.”

“I do think you’re wonderful, and I told you that I wanted to be friends with you, even moreso no that I’ve seen how you are.”

“No, that’s not.. That’s not possible.  You just like Donna.” Rose laughed. “Yeah, I do like Donna, but that’s really not the point, is it?” She said.  “Why is it so hard to believe that someone could care for you?” He shut the book and held it up, waving it a little. “It’s just dreams,” he told her, and got to his feet. “I should get going, I just really wanted to show you, to show you I wasn’t crazy, or maybe I am.  I’m saying too much, I should get back to work.”

He started to head towards the door and Rose panicked, scrambling to her feet. She ran to him and slammed into his back, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind and clinging to him, cheek against his chest.

“What are you doing?” he asked sharply, as all his muscles had tensed up.  

“Hugging you,” she said, closing her eyes. This wasn’t the hug she wanted from him, but it was a hug, and she could feel his heart against the thumb of one of her hands, and she was touching him and he was definitely trying not to Hulk out and throw her to the floor.  But she kept holding him, waiting for him to say something.

“Why- why are you doing that?” “Because friends hug. Usually front-facing, mind you, but you probably don’t do that, so I’m just gonna.. Do this.”

“Um.  Okay.”  he said gruffly.

She hummed happily and squeezed him.  “You should come down to the pub with me and Donna and some friends,” she said, now that she had him all vulnerable and everything. She held onto him carefully.

“Why would I do that?”

She rolled her eyes and backed off of him.  He turned around and took a few steps back, regarding her carefully. “No, seriously, Rose, why would I want to go to the pub?”

“Quiz night,” she said brightly, “Bet you know all kinds of useless facts.”

He smiled a little bit.  “I… I’ll think about it.”

“Brilliant!  GIve me or Donna a call then about it, yeah?”

“Yeah, sure.”

She beamed even brighter. “I look forward to it, Alec.”  She watched him, waiting for him to look upset at her saying his first name, but instead he just smiled a little.

“You know, my name doesn’t sound quite so bad when you say it.”

She shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant while her heart was thundering wildly in her chest.  “It’s the accent.”

Before he left, she offered, “Come and show me your new parts of the book, okay? I wanna… I wanna see your dreams.”

He nodded, hand on the doorknob.  “Okay.”

She smiled, nodding as he left, and breathing a sigh of relief as the door shut behind him. This was progress.  Where it was progressing to, she wasn’t sure, but… It was progress.