#just a genius doctor and her sexy astronaut mechanic🧡💙

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M A G N E T I C

Lost In Space S3 - Judy moving toward Don

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You know what one of my favorite teeny, tiny (like, super, super-duper small) lil Robinwest things is?

These 2 seconds from S1, when Don and John are getting ready to launch in the thermos:

Don climbs outta that Chariot and immediately looks at Judy, and I—fghfdfsgghjkl!!!🥺

Like. Sir. You are so about this woman. Wrapped yourself right around her finger. Do you even know? Have you realized?

It's such a small thing, but it always gets me right in the heart.

And then he entrusts Debbie to her!!😭😭😭💙🧡

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

Oh! Thanks for this!❣️

I'm still just a little newbie writer and don't have a lot of completed stuff to share, but here goes:

Finders, Keepers

I'll Be Yours In A Landslide

Five Senses Of Knowing

Brighter With You

Cherry Lime (WIP...😩)

Of course, these are all Robinwest. That's all I write. 🧡💙

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Y'all.

That Feel when a fic finally starts coming together the way you wanted...?

I've got it right now, and I'd like to feel it more often.

'Cause, damn.

It feels good.

Inject it right into my veins.

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Yeeeessss! Perfect timing! I just reread ch 1 and 2 again last night and now I get this!?🥰

All he ever wanted was a chance at the nice, normal lives other people took for granted.

Oh...🥺

“She shouldn’t have to. Not on her own.” Don has already decided he’s going after her. Five minutes ago his finances were of the utmost importance. Now, he needs a Chariot.

A man's gotta have priorities, and Judy is his #1 now. 😌🧡

Don turns away, suddenly uninterested in watching any longer. At least she’s okay, he tells himself, which is what matters. Everything is back to normal and none of it is thanks to him. No one’s really looking for him, either. That’s the way he likes it … usually.

OH my HEART😭 All the stuff about how Don is feeling, and how things have been going for him made me wanna hug him so bad!😭 But then I'm like, nah girl. Don't touch Judy's man.🤣

He finds her some food and sets it bit by bit into her feeder. Don is halfway through a serious conversation with the chicken when a voice nearby makes him jump.

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!! ADORABLE!!!!!😫🧡🧡Just like this!:

“You should be around humans,” Judy corrects. Her arm bumps his own. “You know, your own species?” “Eh. Humans are overrated.” Don bumps her shoulder back. They share a smile. “But they’re not all bad.” “No, they aren’t,” Judy agrees.

I'M SCREAMING. These idiots are soooo in crush. I love them.😌🧡💙

I could keep quoting, but honestly, I'll just ended up with the whole thing copy-pasted with line by line comments, so I won't do that, and instead just let you know I LOVE IT ALL!!

THANK YOU!🥰

love came with all that it brings

chapter three.

Don needs to figure out his lost money and the blown chances of making more. The thought of striking a new deal with Victor Dhar is both tempting and irritating. Then again, dealing with guys like Dhar is the name of the game at this point, so unless Don can get the rest of his scattered goods to Alpha Centauri, he’s going to have worse things to worry about.

After some consideration, he crosses Dhar’s name off his small list. He must find new ways to be indispensable, to get something, to make this shitty situation worth his while. He knows at the end of all this, if they all make it out, all that awaits him is a one-way ticket to a dying planet. Might as well get back there richer than he left it.

The best way to know what’s going on around camp is to walk around, see what people are up to, and listen to their conversations. Don hasn’t seen the Watanabes nor has he been to the medic bay in a couple of days. Last he saw Judy, she was busy with Evan and Don didn't want to get in her way. He figures it can’t hurt to check on her now that it’s been a while.

Aiko is in the medic bay. She shoots him a brief smile upon his entry.

“What’s up?” Don says, when he sees Evan is awake. “How you doing?”

“I still feel like I got hit by a bus,” Evan replies.

“Well,” Don makes a face, “you kinda did.”

“Yeah, but it’s better than before. Aiko’s been helping me the last couple of days.”

“Really?” He looks around for Dr. Robinson. “Where’s Judy?”

“She went to get her mom,” Aiko says. “She’s been gone since yesterday or the day before, I think?”

Don was not aware of that. “Any sign of Smith?”

“I think that’s what Judy went to find out.”

Hearing that makes Don uncomfortable. Smith is definitely crazy, and crazy may not faze Judy but it worries Don. She’s tough, he’ll certainly give Judy that, but he doesn’t like the thought of her being out there alone with Smith.

“Seriously?” Don says. “Smith lied about who she is. She stole some guy’s identity, then left me and Angela for dead. After I helped her. Who knows what else she’s capable of doing?”

Aiko shrugs. “Judy can handle it.”

“She shouldn’t have to. Not on her own.” Don has already decided he’s going after her. Five minutes ago his finances were of the utmost importance. Now, he needs a Chariot.

“I can’t wait for her to come back…” Evan says dreamily. “I still didn’t get a chance to thank her. She saved my life… And Don—”

“Don’t mention it, pal,” Don quickly says. The sooner people forget the lost fuel was because of him, the better. “Get well soon, all right? Aiko, where’s your old man?”

“He is out collecting poop with the others.”

Her deadpan indicates she’s being serious. Something about fuel replacement.

“Oh, great,” Don says, throwing up his hands.

There goes his chance to borrow a Chariot. Everyone has things all figured out, leading Don back to square one. He leaves the medic bay somewhat more defeated, and though he still engages with the remaining people at camp, it doesn’t take long to realize his efforts are useless.

His rounds turn into a long walk way off perimeter. It’s dangerous, but he can think more clearly out here. He goes over his inventory for the hundredth time. If he can get to Alpha Centauri to release these goods, he can still walk away with a third of his estimated revenue. Not ideal but it’s something.

The life of a mechanic importer is a struggle he dislikes. Don’s had a rough couple of years, but getting attacked by aliens really takes the cake. All he ever wanted was a chance at the nice, normal lives other people took for granted.

It’s full dark by the time Don makes his way back to camp. One look around tells him everyone’s missions were successful. There’s enough poop fuel to go around — he can smell it already — Maureen is here doing what she does best, and thankfully, Judy is back.

Don watches her from afar. She stands in the medic bay at Evan’s bedside, which they have moved closer to a window, and she is smiling while she speaks to him. Evan says something that prompts Judy to briefly smooth his hair back.

Don turns away, suddenly uninterested in watching any longer. At least she’s okay, he tells himself, which is what matters. Everything is back to normal and none of it is thanks to him. No one’s really looking for him, either. That’s the way he likes it … usually.

A clucking nearby catches his attention. Don walks toward the sound and smiles.

“Debbie!” he says, tapping her cage. “Guess it’s just you and me. Yeah, I won’t leave you either, don’t worry.”

He finds her some food and sets it bit by bit into her feeder. Don is halfway through a serious conversation with the chicken when a voice nearby makes him jump.

“Thought I’d find you here.”

It’s Judy. She stands there with her arms crossed and smirks.

“Hey. Need something?” Don asks.

“No,” Judy says, glancing furtively at Debbie. “I was looking all over for you.”

“You were?” Don dusts off his hands and clears his throat. His voice came out way too high just then. “How did it go with Smith?”

“Still a problem but we’ve got her under control,” Judy replies.

“Huh. Glad you’re back in one piece.” He can tell Judy is about to say something, but Don is not finished. “Why didn’t you tell me you were going after her?”

“I … didn’t think I needed to?”

“Well, you do,” he replies sharply.

“You’re not the boss of me,” Judy says with a frown.

“That’s not what this is about.” Don shakes his head, stepping closer to Judy. He’s got to cut the edge from his tone a little. “She’s dangerous and we’re on an alien planet. I had to find out from Aiko that you’ve been gone for days.”

“So?” Judy fixes her doe-like gaze on him. She seems genuinely confused. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying…” Don falters. If he stares any longer, he’s going to drown to his death in those eyes of hers. He refocuses on her jacket. “You don’t have to do stuff like that alone. I can back you up.” Don wanders back to Debbie. He taps softly on her cage.

“Thanks Don, but … I can take care of myself,” Judy says.

“Look, I know that, all right?” Don says. “So does my nose. All I’m saying is you don’t have to.”

He looks at her once he realizes she’s been quiet for a few seconds too long. Judy seems like she’s solving a math problem in her head. He’s about to ask if she’s okay when her mouth opens, shuts for a second, then opens again.

“Are you saying you would … take care of me,” Judy says carefully, “if I asked or if I was in trouble?”

Don straightens his posture to stand away from Debbie. That is what is said. It just … wasn’t supposed to hit him this late too. It takes Judy repeating it for him to wonder if he should backtrack.

But all that comes out is a half-baked: “I didn’t flip that tanker for Evan.”

It sounds devious, hellish even. But the way Judy smiles, then tries to hide it, when she hears those words — is heavenly.

“Here I thought you were a hero,” Judy says with a smirk.

Don shakes his head, scratching his stubble, and approaches Judy. “He got lucky you were his doctor.”

“Mhmm.” She’s still smiling. It’s in her eyes now, too, and it’s beautiful. “Well, I’m glad I was there to bring the best out of you.”

It sets his cheeks aflame. Don ignores it with a too loud scoff turned laugh. They stand close now. He sees the way she beholds his receding smile, gaze lingering on his lips.

“Why were you looking for me?” Don asks.

“I came to ask if you want to have dinner with us,” Judy replies steadily.

“Oh, dinner,” Don says, as if entertaining the idea. “Nah, I don’t think your family would like that very much.”

“I meant with Evan and Aiko,” Judy corrects quickly, “but it’s fine if you already ate.”

They’re competing again as they stare at each other, silently wagering who will blink away first.

“What’s for dinner?” Don says playfully.

Judy rolls her eyes. “Rations. Same as usual,” she says, and begins to lead the way. “Come on. You shouldn’t be out here all on your own.”

He falls in step with her. “I mean, I had Debbie.”

“You should be around humans,” Judy corrects. Her arm bumps his own. “You know, your own species?”

“Eh. Humans are overrated.” Don bumps her shoulder back. They share a smile. “But they’re not all bad.”

“No, they aren’t,” Judy agrees.

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...I just designed and ordered these like some kind of weirdo!🥂

I guess... What is Christmas/New Year/Birthday money for, if not to waste on self-indulgent purchases? ...And, is it wasting if I'm going to wear them? 😅

Subtle enough for everyday use, but I'll know.🧡💙

Robinson West Custom Chucks

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Listen.

I've never been a writer, but I love Robinwest enough to try and become one. (And write a lot of pining...)

So, here's a fic if you wanna read it.

Summary:

"She may not be his, but Don West will never belong to anyone but Judy Robinson for the rest of his life. She's too deeply rooted in everything he is now. The very foundation of the man he has become."

Don can't sleep and neither will his thoughts.

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I wrote another thing! Just a smol bean this time.

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Lost in Space (TV 2018)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Judy Robinson/Don West, Judy Robinson & Don West

Characters: Judy Robinson, Don West

Additional Tags: Double Drabble, it's just a little guy, idk i had 4am insomnia brain :'), let's get sensory, Crushes, realized feelings

Summary:

Judy thinks on the ways she knows Don.

And the ways she doesn't.

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big same. hard agree🥺🧡💙

I think about these 2 stoopid mother fuckers like 12 times a day They couldn't have given us A single kiss!?!?!

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"Always."

SUMMARY: Don and Judy have a New Year's Eve tradition.

Just a little New Year's fic of my faves💙🧡

(Read on AO3)

WC: 250

Their first kiss had been at the stroke of midnight on a New Year’s eve, and each year since, they’ve made a point to repeat it.

A kiss at midnight. A promise of “Always.”

Their second New Year’s found them moving in together.

And for their third, they exchanged rings.

But with everything that changed, the kiss and the promise remained constant.

For their fourth year, circumstances had cut it close.

He’d made it home with only minutes to spare, and desperate to hold one another after weeks apart, the kiss had become more than a kiss. A tangle of limbs and loving caresses and sweet nothings whispered between breaths.

And going into their fifth year, things continue to change.

He’s finally home for good, and they discuss moving to a bigger house because a mobile now dances a slow ballet above a crib in the corner of their bedroom.

Some things remain the same, though.

Her comm sounds the countdown from the nightstand, and she leans across the pillows to reach him.

He pushes himself onto his elbow to meet her, careful of the tiny human that sleeps between them. Their beautiful little girl. Only three months old, but a glimpse into a future they can’t wait to share.

She gently cups his cheek, and he slips his fingers into her hair, pulling her in.

Their lips meet as the clock strikes midnight, and for the fifth year, they repeat the promise of their first.

“I love you.”

“Always.” 

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Lost in Space (TV 2018) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Judy Robinson/Don West Characters: Don West, Judy Robinson, John Robinson, Penny Robinson, Will Robinson, Maureen Robinson, Grant Kelly, Robot (Lost in Space) Additional Tags: Family Feels, Found Family, The whole family is here!, But the focus is Don and Judy because of course :), robinwest, Christmas Fluff, Christmas Crafts, Post-Canon, shrug What are timelines?, it's a bit chaotic in here Summary:

A peak into moments of the Robinson household's first Christmas on Alpha Centauri.

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Thank you for making this!! I was thinking about this exact thing at work today!!!🤣❤

And of course.

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aaaaaaAAAHHHHH!!!!🧡💙🧡💙

— "Did something finally trigger puberty for you?" - LMAO! This is my go-to joke when mine or my partner's voices crack for any reason!🤣 It's so dumb, but always makes us laugh.

— If it's daring he wanted from her, it was daring he'd get. - Yes, girl!😏

— "I don’t think my heart can take you killing me twice in one day.” - PERFECT.🥺

I love this, Snails! Thank you!❤

From the prompt list: “What? No witty remark? Nothing clever to say?”  

(Don't feel like it has to be Robinwest just because it's me either!🤣 It can be whatever comes to mind! This is for you and your brain, not me!❤)

“Judyjudyjudyjudy! STOP!” as the last word careened past his teeth, the Chariot careened over the cliff edge. 

“fuuuUCK!” It was a quick drop, but Don felt every nanosecond in his stomach rising through his throat. Oversized wheels bounced and hard body slammed against the rocky slope as they tumbled, sending a pale green dust to cloud all around them at the bottom.

“God fucking damn-” 

He’d told her not to do it. Not to turn off the override autodrives. But one light barb too many kicked competitive Judy into high gear and now here they were…wherever here was… however far away from one of the colonies they were, at the bottom of a canyon with a useless until retrieved chariot. This was not how he imagined this day going. This was not what he’d had in mind when he’d goaded her into leaving with him...when he was pushing for them to find a spot out of bounds… But ever since meeting them nothing really went the way it should…well except for the saving Penny thing. Thank god that had stayed true. 

“What? No witty remark? Nothing clever to say? Come on Don, I know you have something you’re dying to let out, so let me have it. It’s not like you get the chance all that often.” Judy was unbuckling her harness in a rage fueled by embarrassment. He’d been making fun of her for staying on the designated paths, for being safe Judy. She wasn’t sure why, she was just sure that she needed to show him she could be impulsive in a fun way, that she could break rules for frivolity, not just when lives were at stake. Well. She sure showed him. Don West would never let her live this down and worse still, once they got back to civilization she’d have to explain how their Chariot ended up at the bottom of this canyon. Great. “No, Judy I have nothing witty to say, I have nothing to say because WE ALMOST DIED! What the…what the heLL was that?!” he’d spun from her to gesture to the chariot, but his voice cracked on the word hell, shooting up stratospheric octaves.   

The sound, combined with the very unfunny situation and stress she was feeling, caused her to burst into a fit of laughter. “What?!”  “heLL?” she shrieked between gasps of rolling laughter. Something inside her cracked with the first laugh and now she couldn’t stop. Judy was doubled over, tears streaming down her face. It wasn’t even funny, really, it was just so dumb, she was acting like a love sick teen with a crush and then the object of her affection’s voice cracks like a teen despite his very much adult age. She knew it was likely the stress for him as well, but she collapsed to her knees, diaphragm convulsing as her lungs heaved and stomach cramped from the howling that poured out of her. “heLL” she managed again as her hands planted on the ground.  Judy tried to control it, but her arms shook and she ended up rolling to her back, knees and arms  pulled up to her chest like a dead bug. “Ohmy- oh my god!” she stuttered out, “Did something finally trigger puberty for you?”

“Nice. Thanks Doc. You know what? Get up” he said leaning over to tug her up by her arms, “Just, let’s- are you done?” but the weight of a rolling riotous Judy proved to be unmanageable, Don, like the chariot, falling down in the process.

Judy startles at Don collapsing on top of her, the sudden action knocking all humor out of the situation, her eyes shooting to his. As they do something crosses her mind, a suggestion. She really shouldn’t…but what does she have to lose at this point? What’s one more humiliation? If it’s daring he wanted from her, it was daring he’d get.

In a flash of movement Judy’s hips thrust and her arms move and lock, sending them tumbling, Judy now atop Don, closer than before. She can practically hear it as realization hits him, the blink, the shift, unsure what came first the tightening of his tangled grip or their enmeshing lips. She arches up swallowing him whole, Don’s hands dragging her back down, it’s rough and fervorous and completely out of place and yet completely right. She’s gulping kisses and gasping for air, his lips sliding from mouth to jaw to neck, the harsh burn of his stubble lighting up nerves across her body, his hands keeping her close as he moves back up, lips becoming softer, their movements slower against her, his mouth finding hers once again, and now it’s Don chuckling though there’s still nothing funny about any of this. He stops, letting his head fall back to the ground below them, a smile Judy’s never seen on his face, the heat of his palm rubbing up and down her heated back.

“That is a lot closer to how I saw today going...Just putting that out there…” 

Judy pulls back, laying on his chest, “Huh, suicide-murder pact not on the list? Funny.”

He’s still looking up at her with that strange smile, but she’s not sure she doesn’t like what it means. “With you Robinsons there’s always some risk, and somehow you always drag me into it.”

Don tugs on her elbows, pulling Judy incrementally closer and places a peck to her lips, and then another, and another, soft short kisses melding into one another until he’s kissing her in one long lazy move, stopping only to add “Doc, this better continue long after- and short after we get back to the 24th. I don’t think my heart can take you killing me twice in one day.” 

Judy huffs and smiles, kissing him again. They can deal with the colony later. After they've both recuperated.