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leave our rain, a cold trade for warm sunshine

@ladyxskywalker / ladyxskywalker.tumblr.com

🌼 A | est. 1991 | she/her 🌼 🌄 | ao3 | library 📖💙 | about me ☕ 🌸 | 🌹
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going to the beach with obi wan pleaaseee

or not

thank you either way <3

Thank you for the request! Hope you like it 🥰

Obiwan x female reader

Happiness

He was magnificent, his long limbs stretched out next to you. Half his body exposed to the sun that it illuminated the scruffy hair on his chest. He had his nose stuck in a book but his hand resting on your exposed thigh conveyed everything anyone needed to know.

That you were his and with you sprawled over his lap, you too sent out a message to the world, that he was yours. Beneath the umbrella’s shadow in this little cocoon of a world you both existed in, it was serene, like the waters that glistened calmly.

You reached up to run your hand up his chest having gotten bored just laying by the shore, you wanted to go out for a swim. You peeled the book from his fingers as you turned to straddle his hips. You took a hold of his hands, placed one on your waist while you let the other cup your cheek.

“We’re at the beach, not the library.”, you pouted at Obiwan as he smiled endearingly, his blonde hair in a mullet that he tucked the longer strands behind his ear.

“I don’t see a difference.”, he leaned towards you, his eyes darkening with desire as his lips placed kisses along your jaw as he edged closer to your ear.

“We get up to the same mischief hidden in the aisles, my love.”, he whispered, a secret between the two of you of how you met each other during the weekdays.

Your skin prickled as the cool breeze slid over you, but it was the heat of his words and the static sensation of his palm running down your body over your swimsuit that you craved the ocean water even more.

You gasped and pulled away from him but he didn’t let you go, instead his hand caught your throat as his lips captured yours. All your breath knocked out of your chest as he kissed you passionately, your fingers digging into his beard as you ran your hands lower down his neck.

He pulled away and you knew your cheeks would be cherry red. He looked like a teenage boy in love and it was all the more intoxicating. You got off him as you stood up, as did he.

“That was risky.”, you walked up to him, your fingers wiping away your lipgloss smeared on his lips while you were aware of his intense blue gaze on you.

“Why?”, he asked.

You didn’t meet his eyes, “Anakin could have seen us or someone from your council could have.”, you explained when he hooked his finger under your chin to lift it up so you would look at him.

“You know what they said about me, that I’m a distraction.”, you frowned and it disturbed him, that seeing you feel sad tortured his soul.

“They are wrong.”, he furrowed his brows as he held your attention.

“You are my happiness.”, he said with resolve and it only made your cheeks burn deeper. His hands settled on your waist as he held you close, his windswept hair making him look like a romantic hero straight out of the pages of a book.

“I cannot deny it anymore, I am in love with you.”, his blue eyes shined like the sea and you could only stand to watch him in awe.

You leaned towards him like a magnet and kissed him softly, his body relaxing under your touch.

“Now how about … we go back to … enjoying our weekend?”, he asked in between kisses as though he did not want to be doing anything else. To have his hands tangled in your hair and his lips eternally on yours.

“I don’t mind.”, you smiled to see he returned it with a wicked gleam.

“Perfect.”, he said but didn’t give you a second to react as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder to then march down towards the water. Your laughter making him join along as you felt the cold splash of the sea and the endless warmth of his heart that blazed brighter than the sun.

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WIPs this week and beyond!

Loose eta - coming up!

Dates may change! Based on how close to done they are & if I have the time/energy. Places May shift.

Now

Damage control updated 10/6

Take two next tba - coming back soon!

Decided by Fate updated 10/20

Labyrinth (A03 direct link) updated 10/16

Death Kiss - updated 10/21

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October 2023 - December 2023

🎃Artes Frightfest in progress! (Masterlist to come) | 2022 masterlist

🐺 Dancer Between Worlds return from hiatus tba! Fic info

🥹 Arte’s Year of Whump returns tba ! Masterpost

🔥 Narcos October prompts in progress | masterlist

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Late November 2023

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Tba - but I’m still very excited about these!

Burn the Shadow - A Gray Man/ Shifter au

The Road to You - Werebear! Tyler Rake x ofc

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🎉Now complete! 🎉

More recently completed fics here

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More lists…

List of cancelled works

Stay tuned for the next round of update etas! I’m pretty tired so haven’t started yet, but I’ll be giving these their next posting dates this week 💜

thank you for writing labyrinth 💜

It is truly my favorite comfort fic 💌📖☕️

so amazing, thank you for all that you do. there are so many treasures here, please go check out arte's stuff ! 🤗

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Every Embrace

Every Embrace

Notes: Bodhi Rook/Gender Neutral Reader, disabled reader, everyone lives au, post-rebellion, hurt/comfort, domestic fluff, fluff and angst
CW: PTSD, chronic illness, disability, medical settings, implied sexual intimacy
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★★★★★★★★

You don’t know many people who wear glasses. Most beings on Chandrila and other developed worlds undergo a simple surgery to correct their vision. But Bodhi—he had a particularly unpleasant experience with the Imperial surgeon who’d worked on his eyes at the academy, and he has no intention of ever having that kind of surgery again. Which means the goggles he wears for other mechanical work aren’t just a safety precaution—they now have prescription lenses. And if he needs to read anything, whether it’s his data pad or a cereal box, he needs glasses.

At the moment, Bodhi is frantically going through every drawer in the house. “Love,” he asks, “are you sure you didn’t move them?”

“I never touch your glasses,” you say. “Because of exactly this.”

He sighs. “I could have sworn I left them on the table in the living room.”

It occurs to you that Bodhi fell asleep reading on the sofa last night and had to be coaxed to get up and come to bed. After lifting a few cushions, you find not one but two pairs of specs in the sofa. You call his name and hold your findings up in front of you.

His smile brightens his whole face. “I was starting to feel a bit mad,” he says. “Where were they?”

“Couch cushions.”

Bodhi takes the lenses from you, puts one pair on the kitchen counter and one on his head, like he used to wear those welding goggles back during the war. You know based on your own experience with eye health, and the eye health of many of your peers, that one of these days your partner is going to find himself needing corrective lenses for more than just reading. As you watch him return to his task, hunched over the recipe he’d been trying to read, those glasses ever so slightly sliding down the bridge of his nose—you can’t help but think how handsome he looks.

“Good,” he says. “I added a few things to the grocery list, and I’ve sent it to Cilvie in case you two want to do that tomorrow.”

“Bodhi—”

“It’s fine if you don’t. I can take care of it after work.”

“We can probably go to the store tomorrow. But I need you to sit down. You haven’t stopped moving since you got home.”

Bodhi sighs, running a hand through his long, dark hair. “I’ve been trying not to think about it,” he says. “I just feel like…maybe I’m forgetting again.”

Every fiber of your being wants to run to him, but you know he needs to come to you. With his memory—he doesn’t talk about it if he doesn’t want to and you know not to pry.

So you sit on the couch, take a deep breath, close your eyes. And when you open them, he’s there, next to you. He wraps his arms around you, his big hands gentle and warm. He slides his glasses to the top of his head again, pushing back his hair.

“You always figure me out,” he says. “But please don’t panic on my behalf.”

“Are you actually comforting me right now, Bo?” you ask. “When you’re clearly struggling?”

“No one calls me that but you,” he says. “Not since I was small.” He stares straight ahead for a moment, something in his eyes tells you he’s not entirely here with you.

“Bo,” you say, “come back to me.”

so perfect, so beautiful always, I love these stories so much, thank you for writing them. 👋😭💜

I can't even begin to tell you how much comfort these fics always bring to my days when I really need it. warm hugs from me to you. ✨️

leaving some favorite parts below !

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“I have the feeling that you’re trying not to kiss me and I give you permission to just do it.” + poe 🥺

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gender neutral reader; got a little more hurt/comfort than I was really aiming for but hey. happy endings. making out. wall kisses. I think that balances it out nicely.

“You are kriffin' insufferable, has anyone ever told you that?”

Poe can think of at least a dozen people offhand, but they're insignificant at the moment, when you've backed him up against a wall, jabbing your finger into his chest as you continue going off on him; anger stoked solely for each time he comes back from a mission where he was a little more reckless with his life. 

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Sleepy Morning

This is my first post for #BlurbTuesdays! I want to use these as an exercise for stretching my writing muscles and keeping ideas fresh! Let's start with Modern!Poe (I figure it's appropriate since my first fic was with him too 🥰).

Thanks again to @princessxkenobi and @obiknights for being the catalysts for this little experiment!

As always, love you all SO MUCH. Feel free to drop in and tell me what you think!

You're floating.

The covers surround you in delicious warmth as you roll over, sun filtering gently through the curtains across the room. Poe's scent is thick in the air and you inhale as much as you can, pulling him closer and nuzzling into his chest.

"Morning," he mumbles, wrapping a lazy arm around you and brushing his lips over the top of your hair.

"Morning," you breathe, mouth curing into a content smile. "How'd you sleep?"

He doesn't respond, chest rising and falling rhythmically. It doesn't take long to realize he's immediately fallen back asleep. You take the opportunity to pull back just enough to study his sleeping face.

His hair is unruly, curls falling lightly over his forehead. His tanned skin is even tanner, thanks to the mid-summer sun, and little laugh lines are permanently etched around his eyes. He looks younger like this; not constantly putting on masks for the world around him. He isn't fake by any stretch of the word, rather, he tries so desperately to be everything and anything that people need. It took you awhile to get past all his masks, but over the last few months he's realized he doesn't need them around you. Seeing him, really seeing him, has been one of the best parts of your time together.

Reaching up, you trace featherlight lines over the planes of his face. You knew the topography of his face with your eyes closed. The angle of his nose, the outline of his lips, where his stubble begins on his cheeks and where it ends along his throat; your fingers outline everything you love about the man laying next to you.

Poe's lips lift into a sleepy smile as your fingers make their way over his mouth. You bring your hand to his chest and give him a delicate kiss before curling back into his embrace. His heartbeat, steady and strong, sings you back to sleep...

can I just tell you that this whole thing makes me feel safe? & warm? In a matter of seconds ?!

*sigh* the dream ! 🌼💛🥰

so perfect, loved this

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psithurista

approach shift pt. 6

pairing: Peter Parker x f!reader (TASM/Andrew Garfield version)  length: 4.7k  rating: explicit 18+  warnings: Non-explicit brief mention of drug use & other assorted crimes, descriptions of food and eating, mention of emotional manipulation/gaslighting.
Peter Parker is a weirdo. A hot, distracting, irritating weirdo. And you can’t afford distractions right now. So there’s only one thing to do.
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oh my goodness ! that ending 😭 !

your characterization of andrew!peter is so, so spot on, it's like I'm watching scenes from the movie, hearing his voice in my head, imagining all of his mannerisms & expressions. !! 🕸❤️

& I think that's probably why the ending hurt so good, because I could just picture aunt may, & her being just as sweet as she possibly ever could, & peter is so conflicted about what's going on, & (rightfully so) !

my heart is aching, just thinking about that one line about the special intimate things she specifically bought to wear for him with the tags still on in the drawer, & him just walking out of there, torn & seemingly unsure of what else to do. I wanted him to turn around & stay with her so badly, & you expressed all of this so beautifully.

seriously amazing every time 🙏💞

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Hi! Could you do Cassian with steam from the domestic intimacy list? Bonus points if reader is chronically ill/has chronic pain. Congrats on 5K! <3

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Thank you so much! 💜

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Cassian steps into your quarters, looking around only to find the room empty of your presence and silent. The only sound he can make out is the sound of the fresher hissing behind the closed door, and Cassian sighs. He knows it’s been a rough day for you, he could see the look on your face during training even though you weren’t engaged in any sort of physical activity just yet. No matter how much you tried to hide the fact that you were in pain, Cassian could see right through you. 

He sighs, before discarding his holster and jacket, setting them on the dresser before he walks in. Steam flurries around him, and he knows that you have the water on the highest setting– using the heat to try and soothe the sharp pain that is probably shooting along your entire body right now. He sees your shadow through the glass of the fresher, and steps forward. 

“Sweetheart?” He calls out, seeing your shadow move slightly. 

“Hey, Cass… I’ll just… I’ll be out in a minute.” 

He hears the exhaustion in your voice trying to mask the pain. He begins to strip out of his clothes, and slides the door open to see you standing under the blistering hot water, your arms wrapped around yourself as you press your forehead to the wall. 

Cassian steps inside, ignoring the stinging burn of the water as he takes you in his arms. He presses a soft kiss to your temple. 

“Is the water helping?” He asks softly as you lean into his touch. 

“A little,” you whisper. “I just want it to stop.” 

“I know. I wish I could take it all away from you.” 

You stay quiet, only looking up at him, a soft look in your eyes. Cassian could stare into your eyes every moment for the rest of his life, if he ever gets so lucky to do so. 

“Let me wash you,” he reaches for soap and a washcloth, as he turns you around. “Then we can go rest. How does that sound?”

“Okay…” 

He kisses the top of your head, before gently lathering the soap along your body. This was really all you needed– feeling Cassian with you, just the two of you.

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Frankie...Frankie from across the street Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Summary: A new neighbor moves in across the street and he is the most handsome man you have seen in a long time. You know he is out of your league but will the annual neighborhood block party be just the ticket you need to make a move Words: 2762 Rating: 18+  Warnings/Triggers: PTSD trigger with firework sounds, language, drinking…eating? A/N: Hoping this little drabble gets me out of my writer's block and I can get back to the multi chapter stories I started. 

**Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. **

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Okay I can’t send the gif because apparently it’s too big but you KNOW the one I’m thinking of. And when I tell you I am obsessed with it. The learning curve of his torso when he moves, the open shirt, THE THIGHS. It’s a whole 5 second clip and it’s so attractive.

I’m imagining it’s Poe just getting back from a mission where his flight tech had an error, and he’s sweaty, full of adrenaline, PISSED that a dumb fault could have killed him but relieved he made it back to you. And now obviously he needs to come and show how relieved he is but it’s still with that mix of irritation that he has to channel out of his body somehow. So you get woken up in the middle of the night with a frantic, need heavy Poe absolutely pawing at you, breathless and stinking of burnt fuel.

Okay I hope you enjoy that thot luvubye 😘

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Oh. My. God.

Back

Poe Dameron x Reader

Warnings: PIV sex, and ANGST. Hooo boy and I don’t even write angst. What is this? Who am I? Are these tears?

You wake up to the feeling of hands on your face and and a body lowering heavily down over yours. Over the covers, still fully clothed in a flight suit that wreaks.

A rough, unshaven face descends on you, scraping your skin as lips press feverishly to your forehead, your cheeks.

“Poe…?” you mumble sleepily, coming to as fast as possible. You weren’t expecting him back so soon. His mission was slated to last another two days. An early return could only mean one of two things - the mission had either gone tremendously well or horrifically wrong. “Poe? Is everything ok? Are you ok?!”

Poe hears the ratcheting anxiety in your voice as you scramble beneath him to sit up, clutching at his clothes and feeling his extremities, most likely groping to find if he is still in one piece.

“Shh yes, I’m fine, sweets,” he reassures you, but there’s an edge in his voice that doesn’t convince you.

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spirals and skin. || steven grant x f!reader.

Steven Grant is an artist. He’s also got a thing for tattoos, and the pretty girl who arrives at the museum gift shop boasting a body lined with them.

Explicit Sexual Content. Tattooed!Reader. Sub!Steven (with some Switch Vibes).

Based on this ask.

Word Count: 4.2k

WARNINGS: EXPLICIT 18+ ONLY; Oral Sex (F!Receiving); Vaginal Sex; Slight Dom/Sub Influences; Dirty Talk; Steven is One Needy Bastard; Not Beta-Read; Minorly Edited.

Support your content creators! Likes are appreciated, but comments and reblogs are golden!

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I have a feeling Poe loves having his ear lobes sucked and nibbled on.

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Ten, Eleven, Twelve [Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader]

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Explicit.

Summary: You hooked up with Poe last night and now you're late to your 10am call time... but you've got time for a few more rounds, right?

You don't wake up with a harsh alarm like most mornings, jolted into consciousness with aggressive buzzing and beeping... no this morning, on this glorious morning, you are roused gradually awake by something like a combination of sunlight through your bunk window and Poe's body heat, working together to warm your internal temperature just slightly too high for your body to comfortably sleep through. 

But you don't move. Because Poe is exactly as you saw him last, laying naked, on you and in you- his face tucked lovingly in the crook of your neck. You strain your eyes to get a hint of his sleeping frown. It's not a dissatisfied look he wears, it’s just... relaxed. He looks ten years younger like this, his usual furrowed smoldering brow is smooth and you hope a good dream is playing somewhere in his pretty head. You would turn your head to see more of his pouting slack face but you don't want to wake him. 

He's breathing so deeply, so slowly. At the top of each inhale, air catches somewhere in his lovely nose, making the faintest most endearing tiny snore. He's got his arms wrapped up under yours, hands cradling the back of your head under your pillow. You smile to yourself, this is how he usually sleeps by himself in the bottom bunk. On his stomach, arms under his pillow. His stomach expands with each slow breath, pushing into your abdomen, and despite how heavy he is and how warm the morning is getting... despite the ache in your inner thighs at being spread open for an ungodly measure of time, you've never felt more comfortable. 

He kisses your cheek before putting his forehead on yours, he gently removes his hands from under the pillow and plants them on either side of your head and just nods against your forehead. Maker, those eyes. Beautiful in the sparkling darkness, warm and loving in the midday light. ❤️🙏
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Congratulations on the major milestone love!!!

Would love to see a soulmate prompt for either dear Agent Pike and the shared empathy or for one surly Spanaird and the inability to hurt your soulmate. Dealers choice koukla!

Hi sweet nonnie friend! 💖 Thank you so much for your patience - I know it has taken me *mumble* months but I finally have it here! I went with Marcus Pike because I have a couple other requests for Pero Tovar coming down the line. I hope you enjoy this! 

There’s a not so sneaky Marvel reference in here because I couldn’t resist. 

Marcus Pike x f!reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Flirting. Some silliness. Yearning. A bit of self-negativity, but only very briefly. 

Desperado

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sunday kind of love

request: I’m still so so so in love with jake lockely, and wanted to request something with him and his girl being domestic af, like going to the night market together to get stuff for a late dinner, him not letting her get an uber because he’s the best, dancing with her in the kitchen while it cooks 🥺 you’re so good at writing intimacy it kills me honestly (in a good way) 

pairing: jake lockley x reader

summary: a glimpse into the best and most domestic day of the week for jake and the reader.

word count: 5.1k

warnings: SO MUCH FLUFF!! you will need to see your dentist after this, domesticity, playful nagging, a lot of references to food idk why, dialogue heavy towards the end, really really soft, not beta read

author’s note: i want to preface this by saying that jake is ooc. to be fair we’ve seen like 3 minutes of him in canon, but he is just a big old teddy bear softie in this fic who loves his gf more than anything. this fic involves the same couple from love in bloom. i wrote it with them being together for at least a few years in mind, but it’s really up to interpretation, and you definitely don’t have to read that before you read this fic! i hope you enjoy.

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love in bloom

pairing: jake lockley x reader

summary: every saturday morning jake brings you to the farmer’s market, and every saturday morning, you leave him a flower.

word count: 3k

warnings: SO much fluff, domesticity, meanings of flowers straight from the internet, jake is an uber driver because this is my story i can use whatever plot devices i want to, a hint of angst if you squint, very soft jake, very smitten jake, khonshu has a little cameo 

author’s note: this fic is based off of this post i made a few days ago. we all need more soft jake in our lives, and less evil alter bs so i hope this fic fills that void for you all <3

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you're upset one night, and you don't know where to go, so you end up at your enemy's house, and as they open the door, you stay silent for a second, before saying (with tears in your eyes) ''i don't know where else to go.'' your enemy doesn't say anything. instead they pull you into their arms, giving you a shoulder to cry on.

- back at it again with another prompt! could i possibly get this one with my other favorite flyboy, poe dameron?

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IT'S ALWAYS BELONGED TO YOU

a/n: okay so this has been in my inbox for SO LONG, but i got a huge spark of inspiration and was in the mood to write for poe. so out came whatever this fic is of enemies to lovers meets heated arguments meets well...........the good stuff. i finished this tipsy and half asleep so i don't even know if it makes sense but enjoy my darling!! (yes the title is from will turner). unedited and not beta read so there is most likely mistakes.
summary: injured from a fight at the cantina you seek out someone unexpected.
pairing: poe dameron x fem!reader
word count: 5.5k+ (i guess?!)
warnings: explicit so minors BEGONE, cussing, so much angst, bacta shot (aka involving a needle), pain, arguing, mentions of death, fingering, cum eating, overstimulation (blink and you'll miss it), fluff.
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How Did You Love 6

Find my masterlist and series masterlist

We get a few answers in this chapter and some quality time with Frankie! After this chapter, things will probably change a bit and focus less on the mystery and more on the men. 

Let me know who you want to see more of next chapter! 

Also of note: the little village described is supposed to be Holly Village, Highgate, London.

Warnings: Brief allusions to loss, swearing, Nova still being mysterious, Feelings.

Word count: 2.2k

f!reader

The three of you returned to the village just in time for dinner, which was interesting to say the least. 

“Did you have fun?” Marcus asked, gaze flitting between the three of you. 

“We did,” you confirmed, smiling. “We got to explore." 

"Any issues?” Marcus raised one eyebrow. 

“Nope.” You shrugged. “Although Fox had an interesting theory.”

Fox shot you a look that you couldn’t quite determine before he shrugged. “Seems exploring with you allows us to go farther than on our own." 

"Well, that is a fascinating theory,” Jack drawled, sitting back in his chair. “One I wouldn’t mind helpin’ to test, sugar." 

You chuckled. "I’m sure you’ll get a chance,” you agreed easily. “I sure don’t mind going out and exploring." 

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