#under the cloest door

[jacqsreptiles]

Pippin has just shed and is all ready to get stuck under a door the second I look away

#ball pythons #snakes #reptiles #pippin snek #she legit did that #looked away to do something and BOOM #under the cloest door

[itsmebytch001]

Ok but little reader sneaking into Dad!Aarons bed when she has nightmares, or sneaking into Miles’ or his parents rooms when she has a nightmare while with them

Aaron had been asleep until he heard the soft sound of thuds coming from your room, Aaron had always been a light sleeper especially in his Prowler days and even more so once Diana made flipped comments about 'taking you for a road trip', he had trained himself to be such a light sleeper he heard the rummaging from your room. He got up from his bed and cauousliy made his way to your room, standing outside it on the other side of the door.

You while sitting in your bed were throwing your dolls at your closet, one after another you launched your doll's at it, you were CONVINCED there was something in it, Aaron could hear your hushed crying and quite pleas of 'stay away' he opened the door to reveal to himself that you had tossed all the dolls he had brought you at the closet.

Aaron: "Y/n! Your doll's what are you doing?!"

Y/n: "Pa! There is something in there"

Aaron: "DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THESE COST?!"

Y/n: "PA! THERE IS SOMETHING IN THE CLOEST!"

Aaron: "Baby I'm sure maybe your just imageing thin-"

He snapped his neck back to your closet when he heard a scurry, like tiny scratches tyring to escape from it's cage.

Slowly he approached it, tentivly opening it only for a large rat to run out.

Aaron: "Oh shit-"

Y/n: "AAAAHHHH!!" You threw another doll, accidenlty hitting your Dad in the process, Aaron ignored this and instead kicked the rat into the wall, it's body slapping against the brick and slowly sliding down onto the floor.

...

Y/n: "Is...Is it dead?"

Aaron picked it up, its limp body and cringed at it's gross form.

Aaron: "yep" He opened your bed room window and tossed it out into the alley.

...

Y/n: "Can I sleep in your bed tonight?"

Aaron: "Yeah, come on now...And don't be throwing your dolls at me again, you under stand?"

Y/n: "I wasn't amining at you, I was aming for the rat!"

Aaron: "Don't sass me Y/n I'm too tired"

Y/n: "I wasn't-"

Aaron: "Ssssht!"

Y/n: "okay damm"

Aaron: "Watchu say?"

Y/n: "Nothin"

I LOVE MY DAD! AARON DAVIS SERISE AND MORALES FAM SERISE GIVE ME MORE SUGGESTION NOW!!!

#yandere spiderverse #aaron davis x reader #uncle aaron #yandere morales family #platonic yandere #dad aaron davis #yandere miles morales #aaron davis #rio morales x reader #jeff morales #jefferson davis

[mrcyclopsfan]

Teucer yawned roaming the halls of his dimly lit home. Most of his family had turned in for the night. The young boy shivered carrying the Mr. Cyclops toy, peeking into rooms of his family. Each one muttering a denial or dead to his request that they check bedroom, the snow storm that coiled around their village hid Commodore Hook and his friends from the boys sight. The howls of Frostarm Lawachurls echoed down through village.  He rubbed his eyes pushing open the door to a vacant room, even in the dim light he could see his big brother’s empty bed. Teucer walked to a cloest pulling it open. His fingers ran over the various coats till he felt a thicker cloth pulling till it slipped off the hanger and thick black fur collar brushed across his cheek. An old coat worn by his brother. He told him it a special coat that was meant to keep all of the young toy sellers in training warm.  Teucer dragged the coat so it covered his head, he walked towards the bed throwing his toy up first before pulling himself on it. The familiar thick quilted comfort that matched the rest of the families was pulled back as Teucer slipped into the bed. If he hid in here, no monsters would come. He was sure his big brother chased all the monsters out of his room. They were to scared to come back here, atleast thats what he told himself pulling Mr. Cyclops under the covers. Ajax’s bed still had his summer bedding on it, Teucer knew Tonia was trying to deter him from sleeping in his big brother’s bed.  He should sleep in his own. He was brave and bigger then when he used to come crying from Anthon’s stories.  Still, he couldn’t help if it was safer with someone older. If Ajax made every monster fall at his feet. He promised he was safe here at night, nothing bad would happen. Teucer looked at the toy hugging it to his chest, one hand reaching out to pull the coat higher. Adding a layer to the shivering body, an extra layer of protection from the biting cold that covered his home. His eyes blinked slowly, a yawn over taking him gripping the toy tighter.   “I hope he comes home soon Mr. Cyclops.”

#Winter Stories { Drabble }

[spooky-bear15]

Adoption Day (Cheerio’s Story)

Benjamin came crawling into his parents' room, Purple noticed and picked him up. Bendy has just finished folding baby clothes when his husband asked the question.

“Ya know, since we just started our little family, why not we get a-“

“Doggy!” Benjamin yelled with a happy squeal. Bendy gave a look of confusion.

The devil grabbed the baby clothes and walked over to Benjamin’s room to put them away.

“(Deep sigh) Honey, we just started this whole thing, ruling over Irk, living here while I try to work. It would be really hard to take care of a dog on top of it all.” The demon gave a tired glance at the tallest who held his smeet in his arms, Purple sighed and blocked Bendy’s way to the cloest in the babies room, making the demon more stressed as he was already.

“Come on Ben, just think of what a dog could do for us, we’ll have a great opportunity to try something new as a whole family. Plus I think our son would love to have a pup around to play with him when Tex isn’t around.” The Tallest smiled, trying to make Bendy change his mind about the whole topic, but Bendy still didn’t like the idea. The demon was stressed day to day, night by night and he could tell Purple was the same. The two of them haven’t gotten much sleep ever since they brought their son home, the two parents just wanted to sleep.

“Ohh, Purple. Can you just drop that idea for me, please?” Bendy begged with a worried look. The tallest had an disappointed look, Bendy grabbed the laundry basket and started walking down the stairs until Purple flew in right in front of him, having his long metal pak legs hit the wall.

Bendy’s eyes grew wide as Purple gave him a dark look, his pak legs gave a dim tint of deep magenta on his face. The tallest grew nearer grabbing the ink devils face, pulling him in.

Purple gave Bendy a deep long tongue kiss and released slowly with hazy eyes, Bendy eyes where wide, and full of stardlement.

“Okay, fine. I won’t get the fluffy beast.” Purple had an angry and disappointed tone in his voice as he backed off, Bendy gave a confused look as he passed Purple and dropped off the laundry basket. As he did Purple’s cold, angry glance faded as if was nothing. The tallest plopped his son down with his toys and called up his s.i.r units, Purple picked up speed and shouted at his s.i.r until as he left the door without having Bendy notice a thing.

“Keep watch of him you two! I’ll be right back!”

The tallest hopped into his voot cruiser and blasted off into the sky above him.

-(Creature facility “Pet store”, planet Fedon)

Purple arrived at the small moon in less then a few minutes, he walked into an animal sanctuary where Irkens and other aliens could adopt a strange creature of their own.

Before the desk elite could see that it was his ruler, Purple rushed passed him and was already looking at the dogs and all the other alien creatures.

“Alright let’s see what we got…….” Purple quickly skimmed all the three legged and four tailed dogs, all the million eyes, laser puking cats. Nothing that spotted the rulers eyes until he saw a small teal, three eyed dog. It had two little antennas on the top of his head and seems pretty normal. The tallest smiled and opened the gate to let the small pup out, no one noticed and the ruler grabbed the pup and gave a pretty good amount of money to the office elite and flew off back to Toontown.

Purple closed the front door softly so Bendy wouldn’t hear him, the s.i.r units turned over as they played with Benjamin and his toys as they did when Purple left. They noticed that their master had come home and ran over hugging their ruler to the ground with glee and laughter.

“Your home! Master, we played with smeet until you came back to the base.” One of his units solitude. At this point the small pup has already licked Benjamin to pieces and waged his fluffy tail with happiness, barking to see another Irken in the house hold. The small puppies bark echoed through the house. Purple quickly flew in and grabbed the dog by the mouth to be quiet. But the small pup just licked away causing Purple to break out laughing with tears, he tried getting himself together at least a before he knew that Bendy was coming.

“Shhhhh, I can’t tell Ben that I got ya.” Purple spoke quietly, Benjamin giggled and asked to hold the new small dog but Purple grabbed him and cradled him instead with the small dog in his arm, until he heard Bendy walked down the stairs, holding folded bow ties and gloves, the devil glanced up with hazy eyes but that soon changed when Bendy got a look at what his husband gotten into.

Bendy dropped his folded outfits and his eyes grew in surprise,

“Purple?!? What did you bring home?-“ Bendy walked down slowly, “What did I say hon, we don’t need a dog….” The devil took a closer look at the small alien pup and held it, it licked the ink that started to drip down the side of the Devil darlins face making a smudge look on his forehead, Bendy sighed and slowly grew a small smile.

“Where in the hell are we gonna get all this puppy stuff them, ( Smirks).”

Purple grew a heavy happy relieved look and cuddled the devil as they both held Benjamin and their new dog that instantly came apart of the family. Purple cradled Benjamin and asked his five month old smeet,

“What ya wanna name him?”

The small hybrid gave a happy coo and shouted the word Cheerio.

“Cheerio’s!”

The two parents looked at each other and laughed, the name seemed to fit the small alien doggo.

“Cheerio it is then.” Bendy smiled, he held the dog as it licked his face, making it wet. A few hours later Purple added a nice green caller to the pups fluffy neck, showing his name on a gold round dog tag, with address, who he belonged to and his name.

“Welcome to the family Cheerio.” Bendy smiled, the Tallest looked over at the demon and hugged him, giving a kiss on his horns.

“That was quick,”

“ Hm? What ya mean, quick?” Bendy asked.

“To get attached by the new family member so quick. Thought it would take ya a week.”

The demon kissed the tallest back and giggled.

“Oh, wow. Come on hon, I work with a wolf for peat sake, the dog ya brought home deeply reminded me of him, just took me a while to think about it... but he sure is, your planet like. Super adorable, how can ya say no to that face.” Bendy and Purple watched as there son played with the new puppy that was in there family. The two of them played on the couch for hours until all of them had to hit the hay. Cheerio followed Purple down to his lab, the small dog whined, his antennas dropped down. The tallest gave a smile and a soft bed had appeared from under his main computers. The dog barked and jumped into his new soft big bed and drifted off to sleep, happily having dreams of his new family.

Purple on the other hand stayed down in his lab for most of the night, finishing work and meeting with other planets that needed his informational plans on the next planet exploration date and how long it might take. The tallest gave his orders and finally laid back and also soon drifted off to sleep.

[multi-fandom-inserts]

Little Pup {Part 1}

Logan x Reader

Author Note: Sorry I’ve been gone so long, internet hasn’t been online for about two months now and finally gotten it back! I hope this imagine makes up for this, it’s set during Logan. Let me know what you think!

Signing deeply, you'd never been happier to finally see the sunset, you wiped the blood from your shoulder before removing the bullet from your body. Six hours ago your home was attacked by your past, your adrenaline was still rushing through your body as you threw the bloody tissue in the toilet and flushed it. It started how it always does, in yells, car engines and orders but ended how it always does when a fight involves Logan and yourself: in blood.

You watched as Logan dumped his body weight down in a unstable looking motel chair, he snatched the full bottle of whiskey he'd stolen from a garage not far from where you had decided to settle for the night and began drinking heavily. Walking back through the room, Logan stared at you intently.

“How's the shoulder?” he asks you in a quiet voice as the gentle snores of the young girl, your eyes dart from him to the small figure that was now curled up in the centre of the motel bed like a kitten. Your eyes were so attached to her, studying her dark hair and tanned features before simply nodding in reply to Logan's question, you knew you'd heal in a matter of hours so you didn't worry.

“Who's the little one?” you question.

Your long time friend didn't reply, he instead threw a brown case file at you before returning to his whiskey. You sign heavily, releasing the anger that had built up in you over the last few hours, clutching the file you stormed out, slamming the door behind you.

Logan's truck was parked outside the room, you threw yourself on the bonnet and leant your bad against the windscreen, welcoming the cool night air against your skin, positioning your heel against the bottom of your hamstrings and place the open case file on your tights.

The first page in the case file was about something called the Transigen Project, the project was set up in Mexico, run by a man called Zander Rice who used genetic samples from mutants  to create new embryos to create mutant super-soldiers. The project was terminated after so many fails and the children were targeted for elimination however several escaped, including their most successful result, X-23, it wasn't until then that you made the connection, the small girl curled up on the bed of your motel room was weapon X-23. Your blood had already begin to boil, the thought someone could do this to innocent children against their will made you sick. That's until you got to the section about the history of weapon X-23.

January 5th 2018, 5:30pm

Mutant genetic samples were taken out of storage three days ago, files were checked to ensure the genetic material will be suited for the infant. The embryo has been genetically altered to ensure female result and will be inserted into the surrogate, if insertion is successful estimated due date is 30th September 2018. Possible infant abilities range from Adamantium claws, increased healing and reduced ageing, however long term supervision is need to record rate of mutant abilities, if any. Infant number will be 23 aka Laura.

Your heart sinks to your stomach, they were genetically creating mutants to turn them into soldiers. You twiddle your fingers using your telekinesis to turn the page steadily in the growing night wind. The case file was filled with all types of experiments performed on the girl, pictures of the girl growing and learning to use her abilities told the story of her childhood until she was eleven years old, that's when you identified the little girl in the file to the girl on the bed. Her – Laura – is Weapon X.

Sitting in silence, you shuffle the pictures in the air for a few minutes, seeing little snippets of every training exercise, her birth, growing up and learning, the cell she was kept in and the children that had been created, you did this non-stop until you came across a picture that made you freeze. It was Laura, she couldn't of been older than four in the picture, her hair was lighter and so was her skin but that wasn't what shocked you, as you studied the picture it looked exactly like you, in fact, almost identical, same rough curls, large eyes and high cheek bones.

Panic set in and you shuffled through the case file madly until you found the answers, two photos were pinned to the page, you throat tightened as you removed the mugshots and studied them carefully, but you recognised the people, the images taken on the day Logan and yourself had entered into the Weapon X programme almost thirty years ago. It was almost a shock to yourself that you hadn't changed one bit but studying the picture of Logan, you could see how the years hadn't been so kind to him, throughout the previous years, his body had begin to deteriorated, his skin wrinkled and his hair has began to grey.

No, no this isn't true, please don't let it be true! A tiny voice screamed in your head as you threw the pictures at your feet as you snatched the sheet with shaking hands, a sheet whose title read: Mutant Donors.

Mutant Male Donor:

Name: Logan Howlett

D.O.B: Unknown, 1880

Abilities: Adamantium claws and skeleton, rapid healing and decrease ageing.

Mutant Female Donor:

Name: Y/N Smithdale

D.O.B: 21st March, 1910

Abilities: Telekinesis, rapid healing, decreased ageing and inhuman strength.

You had not idea how long you'd be sat outside, the hours must of flown by because after what only seemed like an hour had actually become three. Soon Logan had left the motel room to check on you but after taking one look at you, he could tell you were steaming with anger.

"Why didn't you tell me." you hiss.

Logan huffed, taking a long drag on his cigar, "We're not parents, we didn't fuck and you certainly didn't give birth to her." he snapped back sarcastically.

Logan didn't have time to prepare himself before you'd leaped off the truck and snatched him by his collar and threw him across the parking lot. He was quick to get to his feet before he stormed towards you, nipped the top of your shirt and planeted you to the ground, knowing it wouldn't truly hurt you.

"She's made from us, Logan!" you spit.

He laughed in your face, "She was made in a lab in by doctors, doesn't matter what she's made from, she's a weapon."

Now, it was your turn to laugh, "She's a child, nothing you can say will change that."

"Well then, she's all yours... mum." he added sarcastically before letting you go and storming back inside the room. A few people had heard the arguement but not investigated, you lay there for a few minutes a thousand theories running through your mind, it's true, you weren't her mother, someone else has looked after her for the previous eleven years.

When you entered the room, Logan was alseep in the chair beside the bed closest to Laura, you change quickly into your clothes before scooping Laura up in your arms and putting her under the covers cloests to Logan before wiggling in on the opposite side. The little girl stirs gently and turning towards you.

"How do I get myself into these situations?" you ask yourself as you roll over to face Laura, watching her for a few minutes before you pushed the crazy events of the day to the back of your head allowing your tiredness to swallow you into a black abyss.

#logan #wolverine #logan x reader #laura weapon x #weapon x #mutant #x men #imagine #reader insert #sorry i've been inactive #im back bitches

[overwatch-imagines-hub]

Fictober Day 4: Decorations (Zarya X Reader)

I think this was has been my favorite so far, aside from Lynx’s. Zarya is very fun and quirky to write, in my opinion. I also tried to write this one a bit differently from the others. I’m not sure if it worked but I tried and I like how it turned out. <D

Also soft fluff because I love it.

~~~

Zarya was returning home from a mission. She shuffled up to the door and reached to unlock it, only to find out the door was not only unlocked but slightly cracked, and there was soft noises coming from inside. Scowling with both tiredness and annoyance towards whoever’s ass she was about to hand to them, the Russian bodybuilder readied her gun. After a moment of waiting, making sure whatever robber in her house hadn’t noticed her presence, she kicked the door open with a yell. 

And with that yell came you falling off a ladder, box of mini jack-o-lantern lights that you were holding now on your lap and lights scattered haphazardly from the floor. Being an agent yourself, you managed to fall cleanly enough to not severely harm yourself but that didn’t stop you from emitting a groan of pain and a soft “why” directed at pink-haired woman standing with gun ready in the doorway.

“Don’t ask me why when you broke into my house,” Aleksandra scolded. She tossed her gun aside and shut the door properly behind her, then rushed to your side. Helping you up and glancing you over for signs of major injuries, she asked, “Why did you break into my house?”

You rubbed your right side and arm, which had gotten the worst of the fall, then got on all fours and began cleaning up the scattered lights. “I didn’t break in; you gave me a spare key before you left for your mission so I could take care of your plants. I was hoping to have the place decorated before you got home but you apparently got finished early.”

“Decorated?” Zarya looked at you curiously, which you replied to by gesturing at the strings pumpkin shaped lights then at the room in general. Zarya sat up straight on her knees and looked around, only now noticing that the main room of her house was partially decked out in autumn and Halloween themed decorations. Her gaze returned to where you were sitting, light gathering finished, in front of her; she cocked her head questioningly, slightly resembling a curious puppy.

You sighed, rubbing the back of your neck and looking away; you were mildly embarrassed being caught in the middle of creating your surprise for Zarya.

“You don’t ever do a lot of decorating for stuff,” you started, “so I thought I’d surprise you by giving your house some Halloween cheer for when you came home. A lot of the decorations I wanted to get were already gone in like three different stores so I ended up running around to gather everything and then I started late, and then you came home early.” You took your own glance around that the shiny leaf decorations stuck to the walls and the half of a line of lights lining two of the walls. Then you gave Zarya an awkward smile and added, “Happy.... autumn..ish... thing.”

“You irritated me by breaking into my house,” Zarya commented. You opened your mouth but she raised a hand to stop you, then smiled and continued, “but I’m happy that it was you doing something nice for me here instead of a burglar. Let me get coffee, then I’ll help you decorate.”

You blinked as she ruffled your hair, then rose to her feet. “I’m sorry?”

“I’ll help you decorate,” Zarya repeated, “but I need something to perk me up. The burglar threat didn’t do it for me. Work on something but wait until I come back to do the lights; it’s not safe to work on a ladder without supervision.” As if to emphasize her her point, the muscular woman folded the small ladder and carried it out of the room under her arm. 

After placing the ladder in her utility closet and making you and herself a cup of half coffee and half hot cocoa, she walked back to the room. She found you sticking up the last of your large, shiny leaf decorations on the wall over her couch, so she picked up the discarded box of lights and made her way over to you.

“Here,” she said, handing you a string of lights. You took them curiously--you were much too short to put them up yourself--and were about to question her when she picked you up by your waist.

You squealed in surprise, gripping the lights tightly as she raised raised you to the correct height to hang the lights.

“My God, Zarya,” you grumbled before attaching the lights along the wall. “You could have warned me.”

The woman, who was still chuckling slightly from your response, grinned up at you. “It would not have been as fun.”

Zarya held you up with an arm around your waist, handing you more lights as needed while you directed her where to take you. When the process was done, you directed Zarya to next task of helping you set up little artificial pumpkins and pumpkin-scented candles around the room, on the tables or windowsills. After that, there was a glittery skeleton to be hung and some fake spiderwebs to be hung in the corners of the room. With help, the decorating took a lot less time than you had originally planned and you and Aleksandra were able to sit down with your half drunk mugs of coffee. 

“I enjoyed decorating with you,” Zarya murmured after a few moments of quiet admiring of your handiwork. 

You nodded from where you leaned heavily on her shoulder, eyes closed; the events of the day were starting to take their toll on both of you, despite the cooled coffee’s slight buzz. 

“Happy autumn-ish thing,” you said.

The pink-ette let out a soft chuckle and took your mug, setting both cups on the end table cloest to her. She rested her head on yours and closed her eyes as well, replying, “Happy autumn-ish thing.”

It didn’t take long for the late night silence to lull you both to sleep after that.

#overwatch #fictober #fictober 2017 #2017 fictober #overwatch fictober #aleksandra zaryanova #zarya #overwatch zarya #overwatch aleksandra zaryanova #zarya x reader #fanfiction #overwatch fanfiction #fanfic #overwatch fanfic #overwatchimagineshub #overwatch-imagines-hub

[captainderyn]

40. “I could hold you forever”

I changed this a teensey little bit. Just a tad. 

It’s a little angsty (but not with Hugo, I swear). 

Esrin belongs to @delavairesslegacy

**mention is made to the injuries that cost Rie her eye and her arm. Nothing graphic, but be warned. 

Rielay was never still. Not even when she was physically stopped, her thoughts were still clearly zipping at a mile a minute. She was never still, never cold.

Not like she was now. Her hand-her right, Esrin’s thoughts reminded him, her left was just bandages wrapped from her shoulder down to her elbow where it just..ended.-was cold between his own. He had been holding her hand for stars knows how long and her skin was still cold. 

She was still, too still to calm the fear that was slowly eating away at him. The way she was laid out on the sterile, white swathed bed in the med-center was completely unnatural. Rielay didn’t sleep laid out on her back, blankets tucked neatly around her with her arms neatly at her sides. She was always buried under her blankets like some kind of nest, curled up on her side with her arms tucked tightly beside her or hugging whatever was cloest–him, sometimes, other times a pillow.  Everything just felt wrong. 

But, she was still breathing. That he could assure himself with the rise and fall of her chest and the machine keeping track. Stars thank that fact. For a heart stopping moment he had had been sure he had lost her when he had got a holocall from her frequency with a terrified Emeldir on the other end. Near tears and way past the point of panic, it had been near impossible to understand everything he had said. But it had been enough. 

Imperials, surrounded, a miscalculation and a detonator, he needed to be there fast. So he had dropped everything and arrived to find out she was still breathing and that she was lucky to still be doing that, 

He ran his thumb over her knuckles, staring without seeing. That was Rielay, too lucky for her own good. Smuggler’s luck, as she’d call it with a grin. She will call it with a grin because if he’s learned anything knowing her it’s that even this won’t deter her for long. Or maybe it would. Maybe this would be the straw that finally shook her enough to make her take a step back. No matter how terrifying it was when she was working, Esrin didn’t want to see this break her. 

For those dark whispers to be creeping in he must’ve been sitting here much too long alone. He lifted his eyes enough to look around the room, maybe for Emeldir, who had been in and out since Rielay had been stabilized with guilt and worry clouding his face. But he wasn’t there, someone from his crew had urged him to his feet and out the door a little while ago and he had yet to return. It would be good for the kid, sitting here and worrying wouldn’t do anyone any good. 

Do as I say, not as I do. The thought warranted a sigh. He was doing exactly what wasn’t good and he’d be getting an earful for it later. He never could get away easily with worrying so much about her. It frustrated her to no end, made her think he was questioning her competence on the job. It was never that, there were just-

He actually felt his heart skip a beat when her hand tightened on his own, felt his eyes widen when he glanced to find her deep blue one looking sleepily up at him. Two days, maybe going on three there had been nothing. The amount of pain medication they had her on made sure she was kept blissfully unaware, a kolto tank taking up the rest of the time to try and mend the fixable damage. It was the first time she was some semblance of awake and he couldn’t tear his eyes from her’s. 

“Why’re you starin’?” He almost let his breath out in a relieved sigh when he realized that currently there was still enough pumping through her system that she didn’t know what had happened. A reaction to that was not what she needed right now, that system shock could wait. For now her voice was slurred, her Corellian accent coming through even stronger than it usually did. 

He avoided her question, which didn’t seem to phase her. “Hi, Rie.” He worked to keep his voice steady and it came out a hoarse whisper. If the look she sent him was suspicious it was hard to tell, but her hand tugged on his. 

“Hold me?” 

Looking at the various wires that were monitoring this or that he hesitated, but she squeezed his hand again. 

“Please?” 

He wasn’t sure his relenting ‘fine’ was audible but he stood from his chair with a grimace–he had definitely been sitting there for too long if the cramps in his muscles had their say in the matter–and shifted to gingerly sit on the edge of the bed. As though she would break he gently moved back so he could lean by her head, helping her shift so his arms were around her. It couldn’t have been very comfortable but she seemed content, sighing against his shoulder and whispering “Stay?” as she drifted back off. 

A few moments worth of her awareness was worth more than the past two days of a beeping machine. 

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, running his hand over her shoulder. “I’ll hold you forever if it means I can keep you safe.” 

#I answer things! #swtor #oc: Taqq #other peoples ocs: Esrin #otp: Mischief Managed