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Happy Valentine’s day! I’m happy you’re here and I hope your day is going great! You are loved by many and I wanted to remind you of that <3 Please accept this humble bouquet of flowers and some chocolates 🌸🌻🌼💐🌹🌷🌺 🍫

I've been away with school and work AND I JUST POPPED IN AND SAW THIS THANK YOU SO MUCHHHHH! I do feel loved here, especially as of late. I'll be back with more soon hopefully. Thank you anon for this. Happy (now late) Valentines day!

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I’VE BEEN AWAY | UPDATE

Sorry I have been away recently, I have been dumped with uni assignments. I study creative writing so writing can feel like a chore sometimes when I do it for school a lot now. I still love writing tho.

I also just got a part time job! It is not much hours but it is still work, so that has been taking up time as well. 

I will hopefully try to write here when I have time, I realize that I have a lot of requests in my inbox and I’ll try to get to some soon. I’ll try to respond to the ones that are not requests soon, and ones that have requests will be part of the fic posts they are requesting. 

Sorry for the lack of content. I’ll be back occasionally hopefully soon! LOVE YOU!

#rose talks #updates

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Okay, I need to get this out there. I absolutely love the way you write dr. strange. I recently found your page like 2 days ago, because I’m hyper fixated on this man hardcore. And I’m just glad I’ve found some fanfics for him. HE NEEDS MORE LOVE/ATTENTION. Also, I have plenty of ideas for him and one of them revolves around what if. I’ll send it in another ask so this doesn’t get cluttered <3

@dame-umbra OMG THANKK UU SOOO MUCH! He definitely needs more love! I would love to see any requests! I’ve got lots lined up but more are always welcome to give me inspiration. ALSO WHAT IF YESSS I WANT WHAT IF REQUESTS PLSSS

Also uni got busy so there hasn’t been too much time to write fics but hopefully I’ll be back with something new soon. Lots of Stephen fics to write so that’s coming up when my workload gets lighter!

#rose talks #ask #updates

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OMG @boop-le-snoot thank you I’m glad you like it! And true he really is a life ruiner I can’t with him. I love your stuff btw 🥺❤️

Gentle Hands

Pairing: Doctor Strange X Fem!Reader (no y/n)

Description: Stephen knows you have been stressed lately. So when you come home from a long day he has plans to take care of you, and those pretty hands of his get to work. 

Warnings: Contains SMUT 18+, fluffy smut, sexual massage, fingering, p in v sex, work/academic stress from reader

Word Count: 2.8K

A/N: Minors shoo! Thank you so much for 500 followers! I am so thankful for all the love we have been getting. Here’s more fluffy Stephen, with a little spice hehehehehe. Not proofread so ignore any mistakes right now. Also this is kinda lame I’m sorry. This won’t be my last Strange smut btw.

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It had started when you had been coming home later than intended the last few days. Stephen would be in the library or sorting things out around the Sanctum, and you would just pop through a portal and act like you had not come home an hour later than you said you would. He would ask why bluntly, you would say you got caught up in your reading or you had to deal with something for Wong. Then you would go on like nothing was wrong.

But Stephen knew everything. And noticed every little detail. It was a symptom of how smart and observant he was, alongside the supposed photographic memory. Nothing slips under the rug with him.

Then he began to notice the bags under your eyes every morning, evidence of restless sleep. There was tension in your shoulders and you walked sluggishly when no one was looking. Rising early, going to bed late (later than him sometimes, which never happens). There was also this fogged focus in your eyes that replaced any natural joy you had for your magic studies. He knew what it all meant, that you had been working way too much.

And he thought he was a workaholic. 

He hated seeing you so stressed and he wanted to do something about it.

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#doctor strange x reader #doctor strange smut

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My favourite Emily Dickinson poem. I thought I’d share it here. 

Tell all the truth but tell it slant -

Success in Circuit lies

Too bright for our infirm Delight

The Truth's superb surprise

As Lightning to the Children eased

With explanation kind

The Truth must dazzle gradually

Or every man be blind.

- EMILY DICKINSON, “Tell All the Truth but Tell it Slant”

#rose talks

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Hey guys little update time!

So I have LOTS of Strange requests in my inbox and I’m so excited to get them out. But school started again to projects have been hitting me left and right. I’ll do my best to write when I have some free time. For those of you who don’t know I’m studying creative writing, so basically I’m writing all the time. It either get inspired to write fics from my studies or I get burned out (it’s never in between). But thankfully we’ve been inspired lately so don’t expect to wait long for more Stephen.

Also we just hit 500 followers and we’re already halfway to 600 LIKE WHAT! I already know what fic will be released for that. I teased it in an update a few months ago. It will be a Star Wars one. Clone fans get excited…

Thank you so much again for everything. I’ve been having so much fun in these past few months with you all. ❤️

#rose talks #updates #writing updates

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Gentle Hands

Pairing: Doctor Strange X Fem!Reader (no y/n)

Description: Stephen knows you have been stressed lately. So when you come home from a long day he has plans to take care of you, and those pretty hands of his get to work. 

Warnings: Contains SMUT 18+, fluffy smut, sexual massage, fingering, p in v sex, work/academic stress from reader

Word Count: 2.8K

A/N: Minors shoo! Thank you so much for 500 followers! I am so thankful for all the love we have been getting. Here’s more fluffy Stephen, with a little spice hehehehehe. Not proofread so ignore any mistakes right now. Also this is kinda lame I’m sorry. This won’t be my last Strange smut btw.

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It had started when you had been coming home later than intended the last few days. Stephen would be in the library or sorting things out around the Sanctum, and you would just pop through a portal and act like you had not come home an hour later than you said you would. He would ask why bluntly, you would say you got caught up in your reading or you had to deal with something for Wong. Then you would go on like nothing was wrong.

But Stephen knew everything. And noticed every little detail. It was a symptom of how smart and observant he was, alongside the supposed photographic memory. Nothing slips under the rug with him.

Then he began to notice the bags under your eyes every morning, evidence of restless sleep. There was tension in your shoulders and you walked sluggishly when no one was looking. Rising early, going to bed late (later than him sometimes, which never happens). There was also this fogged focus in your eyes that replaced any natural joy you had for your magic studies. He knew what it all meant, that you had been working way too much.

And he thought he was a workaholic. 

He hated seeing you so stressed and he wanted to do something about it.

That night when you came home from Kamar Taj, when the sun had already gone down hours ago, Stephen caught you by the hand. You had went to turn to the library, somewhere you often disappeared to when going to study more. He was not going to let you do that.

“Hey,” he said gently, “everything alright?”

His voice was so comforting, it always was. Instantly recognizable in every situation, feeling like home to you. You looked at him with a smile. He could tell it was fake.

“Yeah! I’m good.”

He put his hands on your shoulders, forcing you to face him directly and preventing you from escaping. His hands slid up your shoulders and he held your face. His fingers were warm on your cold skin. And you could feel every little detail in his palms, the pads of his fingers. There was the ghost of his shake in them, which were never fully steady anymore without magic. 

“You’re stressed.”

“Yeah...” You admitted, avoiding the burning eye contact that he tried to keep, “Just been working hard.”

“Maybe a little too hard. You come home late every day. You look so tired.”

“I’m fine, Stephen.”

You found his eyes again, those beautiful blue eyes that you loved so much. They said everything without him even needing to open his mouth. Understanding, that was it. He understood, like he always somehow knows everything. 

You let out a sigh, letting go of the façade. Exhaustion, you finally allowed yourself to feel it. You fell into his chest and he wrapped his arms around you in an embrace. Feeling lucky to have him, you almost shed a tear. You melted into the hug. And the addiction of a kiss on the top of your head tied it all together.

“Come on, it’s late.” Stephen took your hand again and you both made your way upstairs. You tried to keep up with his long strides, but you had been so tired from studying and training that your body lingered behind a little. Slower reactions, an aching feeling of burnout deep in your bones. He matched your pace. 

When you made it to your shared bedroom, it was like you were washed over with relief. The soft light that spilled from behind the curtains from the outside city made the room look irresistible, soothing, and also romantic in a way. The pillows and blankets never looked so fluffy. Finally you were able to let yourself relax. You could have collapsed onto the bed right there. But he stopped you.

Stephen helped you undress from your robes, letting them fall to the floor to be forgotten. When you were bare, you felt him look at you with such adoration and love. The crystal blue in his eyes were bright despite the dimness in the room. He reached for you, pulling you in for a gentle yet passionate kiss. One of his hands on the small of your back and the other at the back of your neck, they felt slightly rough to the touch from their trauma on your smooth skin. 

A heat pulled at your insides. A desire for him. 

But before anything else could be initiated, he pulled back from your eager lips and brought his own to your ear.

“You go have a shower and I’ll meet you in bed.”

He let you go, then watched you quickly shuffle off into the bathroom. He chuckled at the little excitement in your step that he caught. He would have joined you, but he had other plans. While you were in there, the image of you under the running water appeared in his thoughts. It was such a relief for you, he was sure, to have the hot and steaming water washing away some of the stress. And it running all over your pretty body. He smiled to himself. 

He changed out of his own robes, both for comfort and as a way to separate work and down time. Just a t-shirt and his boxer shorts, a sight he knew you loved to see. And he also sent the cloak out of the room, where it flew out the door and shut it behind itself. He also lit the candles on the nightstands. Cheesy sure, but caring all the same. Their scent would add to the ambience too, calming and would help with any pain you might have. 

Little details he knew you like. A gesture that he did not need to think about too deeply. He just did it because he loves you.

And he did indeed wait in bed for you. And when you came out of the bathroom after a little, bathed in steam from the shower and towel wrapped around you all cozy-like, Stephen was all heart eyes.

With a tiny gesture of his hand, motioning you forward, he said, “Come, you deserve a massage.”

You went to sit on the bed, close enough to reach over to kiss him again. He discarded your towel and pulled you closer, having you hover over his body.  He only broke the kiss so he could fully pull you onto him and the bed. And he pushed your damp hair away from your face and moved his hands to the space between your neck and shoulders. And when he applied pressure there, it felt too good. You closed your eyes and let your head lull lose, sighing in content. 

He tried to put more pressure, to knead deeper into your tense muscles, but his hands shook in the slightest. He didn’t like having a lack in control for most things, so his hands were an insecurity of his when they were not laced with at least some magic. But thankfully he had solutions that were beneficial to you both.

“Lay on your stomach.”

You did as he said, relaxing into the plushness of the blanket on your side of the mattress and resting your head on your pillow. 

Stephen moved his hands together in a particular motion, causing sparks to fly between them briefly. And when he put his hands on your back, no shake and all control now, they felt warm and magical as they worked any knots of tension out.

You sighed heavily and laid there to enjoy it. And you were enjoying it a lot.

He worked slowly. Almost teasingly. Across the softness of your skin and the tightness of your muscles. Making sure no trace of stress or pain was left. It was sensual and loving.

“What’s with the overtime lately?”

He had said it so casually, like he was not currently running his hands all over your bare back. You let out a breath of a laugh. 

“I just feel like I could be doing better. I want to be a better sorceress.”

“You don’t need to worry about that. You’re already amazing. One of the best.” 

He hit a specific spot up by your neck that made you let out a groan. It was dangerously on the borderline of a moan. Stephen smirked to himself, working at that spot again. You made the same sound, with a little more pitch. It was now definitely a moan.

“Well, there’s always room for improvement,” you said with a sigh, all content and no shame to be sounding like you were enjoying yourself.

“That does not mean you have to be hurting yourself over it.”  He said it firmly in contrast to any other words he spoke tonight. His serious side coming out, but only because he cared.

His hands slid down to the small of your back, threatening to go lower.

“It’s alright,” he said softly again, and his voice made you shiver, “Let it melt away.”

Then they did move lower, ghosting over the flesh of your ass.

“Let me take care of you.”

That comforting voice, it made you feel safe and weak and turned on all at the same time. Every little thing he did, whether he intended to or not, made him so damn sexy that I made your mind spin. You wanted him, let him help you relieve more stress.

And it was like he knew, and his hands got ever lower. He massaged your cheeks, watching the way they moved shamelessly. You hummed happily again, not opposed to this kind of treatment. And soon a finger brushed over your lips down there, spreading the beginnings of your arousal that was dripping from your pussy. You wiggled in his grasp, feeling your breathing and your heartbeat quicken. His finger was now circling around your pussy. Gentle and teasing. You whined in anticipation.

“You want something?” he asked, in that baritone that went straight down between your legs.

“Yes please~” Your voice was breathy now, needy.

Stephen helped you flip over on your back before positioning himself so he could be over your body and your spreading legs. And he let you have what you wanted, a single finger gently pushing itself into your wet hole. And when you moaned in satisfaction, he began to move it in the way he knew you liked.

He watched you. Observing every way you reacted. The huffing movement of your bare chest. The pink colour that flushed your cheeks. The scatter of your hair and the exposure of your neck when you threw your head back. The grip of your hands on the blankets for stability. The squirming of your entire body underneath him when he put a second finger to join the first. And the yelp that jerked through you when he adding his thumb into mix, playing with your clit while he rubbed his fingers against your insides.

You have always loved his hands. Every scar and curve and edge of his palms and his knuckles and his fingers. They were lovey to hold, have on your skin, watch as they channeled magic. They were skilled from years of medical training and spell making alike, the work and history physically there to see and touch.

But having them play and work at your pussy was the best feeling in the world. It felt like heaven. Pure euphoria. He was a master of using his hands. 

You whined out his name softly, it barely ripping out of your throat in your pleasure, “Stephen~”

“I know, baby,” he cooed, “I know. That’s it, relax.”

When he was so gentle with you like this, so loving and caring, it made you weak. You were all his. You under the spell of his sweetness. It was a beautiful thing.

He kept stroking you perfectly, bringing you closer to the edge that you wanted to fall over. He took his time with you, not rushing it. He really wanted you to enjoy yourself, feel the build up of pleasure. And looking up at him, a concentrated look on his gorgeous face, was getting you closer and closer. Along with the rough feeling of his scars and callouses rubbing at your velvety sensitive area.

“I love you,” he trailed butterfly kisses down your neck and collar bones, never stuttering in the movements of his hands, “I hate seeing you so stressed.”

“I-I” you tried to reply but it was all so much, “I love you to- shit I’m gonna cum~”

His gentle hands worked a little harder, moving perfectly and stimulating the correct spots over and over, more pressure too.

“Go on, let go.”

The tightness released and you moaned out his name. You clawed at the blanket, arched your back, and your head spun as the hot feeling spread from your core to everywhere else on you body. His chuckling was adding to it all, and when he kissed you he swallowed your cries as you rocked through your orgasm.

“That’s my girl.”

His words sent one last shock of pleasure before your body went limp and fully rested underneath him. Your chest heaved as you caught your breath. He pulled his fingers out of you and you felt empty. But you let yourself rest, feeling Stephen’s kisses return to you. He decorated your heated cheeks and forehead with them.

“Thank you, Doctor,” you said playfully and with the hint of a smile.

He laughed softly, the title making his cock twitch. He had gotten painfully hard in his boxers. But he let you recollect yourself briefly before moving on. 

“Always here to help.” And he bent down to kiss you again. You could feel how eager and aroused he was by the way he moved his lips. “Now,” he rose up to sit back on his knees and pulled his shirt over his head. Looking down at you, he tilted his head and quirked an eyebrow, “you’re treatment isn’t done.”

You laughed, “Oh really?” Your eyes dragged up his form, catching every part of him. His beautiful muscles, you could literally die right then and there. Him in this lighting, the most wonderful sight. 

Watching him take of his boxers and crawl back on top of you was killing you.  And he did not hesitate to line himself up to your very wet pussy. He pushed into you and you felt full once again. Only his cock left you feeling fuller than just his fingers, him being a generous size. 

His hands ran down your thighs, gripping them tenderly, and helped you position them comfortably around his torso. And when he began thrusting into you, gently and softly, taking is sweet time, you were overcome with so much pleasure and so much love for him.

The noises he made, damn it was intoxicating. Quiet grunts that bubbled up from his throat. Louder and more prominent when he buried his head in the crook of your neck and fucked you a little harder. That mixed with his hot breath on your skin, stunning. He rested himself on his elbows, the magic now starting to fade away in his hands. But that did not stop him from fucking you the way you liked it. You lost track of time, feeling like he was treating you like this forever. 

You were whimpering his name, lost in the feeling of pleasure overlapping the remaining sensitivity from your orgasm. You had forgotten all your stress, anything that was bothering you. All that mattered was you both in this moment. It was all him, all Stephen. 

“Fuck, I don’t know if I’m gonna last longer,” he said with a little shame, “you feel too good right now.”

You giggled, “That’s alright. Let go if you want.”

“But it’s about you tonight.” He whispered in your ear, stopping his thrusts briefly.

“The night isn’t over yet.”

Your encouragement made him resume his pace, but sitting up this time and pushing one of your legs up for a different angle that sent your head spinning. And he chased his own release. His grunts and breaths turned into soft moans. And soon you felt him twitch inside you, before pulling out and cumming on your stomach. The look of pleasure on his face and the final sounds fallowed by heavy breathing made you smirk. 

He collapsed beside you, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you into his side. You both caught your breaths, kissing each other passionately yet lazily. 

“Thank you, for all this,” you whispered. 

“You’re welcome.” He laid back with a satisfied huff, “I’ll go grab you a cloth, just give me a minute.”

“Alright, I get it. I need a second too.”

“Stop, I know I’m good.”

You playfully smacked him, he laughed. Damn he was gorgeous.

“Not just good,” you kissed his jaw, “the best.”

He shrugged cockily before his tone changed, pointing a finger in your face. “Okay, you are not allowed to over work yourself anymore. Doctor’s orders. We’re taking the morning off tomorrow.”

“I’m not opposed,” you smiled. 

He tapped your nose, “Good.” And he winked at you before getting up to get a warm cloth to clean you up.

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Just wanted to let you know that you should take your time with writing and don't pressure yourself. <3

Hi anon! Thank you! I do take my time writing literally every fic that I come up with. I never want my writing to be mediocre and put something out for the sake of putting it out. And I work hard to make all my fics quality fics. Some people write so fast and post so much I just don’t understand haha. My process takes a little more time so thank you for being patient with me. 🥰

#rose talks #updates

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OMG @nahoney22 thank you for the reblog and I’m glad you liked it! There’s actually a part two in the works 🥰❤️

Bad Decisions

Pairing: Crosshair X Fem! Jedi Reader (no y/n)

Description: You cannot handle Crosshair. After him doing something bold during a mission, you two have some tension. Later at 79′s, things escalate into more bad decisions.

Warnings: Contains SMUT 18+, drinking at 79s, angst and hate, swearing, Cross being a tough dom, p.i.v. sex, oral (m receiving), light choking and spanking, f fingering, some degrading

Word Count: 5.0k (im not sorry)

A/N: My first smut fic im nervous MINORS GO AWAY DONT INTERACT, I hope my first time writing a sexy scene is okay let me know what you think! Gods this is filthy. Also contains some friendship with Cody because I love him. If you see typos or grammar mistakes NO YOU DIDNT I wanted to get this out ASAP lol. Also this is just in time for kinktober haha.

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“What was that?” You gestured with your deactivated lightsaber towards the wreckage. Remains of battle droids and parts of the buildings scattered everywhere from the explosions. There was still smoke which rose up high into the air, defiantly being the signal that would let the rest of his squad know that things were finished. 

“It did the job, didn’t it?” The still helmeted clone came down to your level from his position on the rooftops, climbing down a ladder with one hand holding his rifle.

You stomped up to him, who towered over you in height. “You blew up their town! We’re lucky we evacuated them before this all started!”

“See, I didn’t kill anybody.” His sarcastic words mixed with his permanent sly tone made you more aggravated with him than you already were.

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#bad batch crosshair #crosshair x reader

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Are you going to make another Dr strange fic when you have time?

The amount of Doctor Strange fics I have lined up is not funny. It's just writers block preventing me from finishing. I'll try to get something out soon I'm sorry. But defiantly more Strange next!

#rose talks #updates #doctor strange

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Don’t you love writers block?

#rose talks #someone save me from this #updates #writing

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500 FOLLOWERS!

Omg guys we hit 500! Thank you so much. I feel like we still just got 400. Damn we’re growing fast. I wanted to thank every single one of you who follows, likes, reblogs, and comments. And to everyone who leaves asks and sends me messages. Seeing all this interaction makes me so happy. And I love talking to you guys, so keep sending me asks please.

That Strange fic is coming to celebrate! I also have lots of Strange requests now that I’ll start on soon! I feel inspired!

#rose talks #updates

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HOW HAVE I ONLY JUST FOUND YOUR BLOG your writing is so good and is giving me life ahhhhh

OMG THANK YOU! IM SO HAPPY THAT YOU LIKE MY WRITING! AND WELCOME AHHHGGHHHHH 🥰❤️❤️❤️

#rose talks #ask

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Hi! I just wanted to say how much I love your Strange fics. There’s a serious lack of them in this fandom. I just read through the entire series of one shots on AO3 and I could really tell how much you’ve improved as a writer over time. Your characterization is just *chef’s kiss*

HIII OMG thank you so much 🥺 and you’re right there is a serious lack of Strange fics. Thankfully NWH and MoM is bringing him attention and changing that. And yes I have definitely improved on writing and writing him over the years. I’m glad I got his characterization down 🥰

Thanks for the sweet ask!

#rose talks #ask #Doctor strange

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Hi so since I’m SO SO close to 500 followers now, that Doctor Strange smut that was supposed to be for 400 followers will be for when I hit 500.

Is part of this cause I got hit with writers block? Maybe SHHHHHHH

#rose talks #updates #doctor strange smut

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Just here to say I’m so excited to see all your future works! I love your writting and I can’t say it enough! (Also I like making people happy and putting a smile on their face ❤️)

I first found your fanfics on Quotev, then later on I got Tumblr and stumbled upon your writing and I’m like “Oh my gosh! It’s this person!” And I was just so happy you were on Tumblr and I managed to somehow find you! Anyways,

When ever you post a new Doctor Strange fic I just:

@missy-lovely omg 🥺🥺🥺 literally every message from u makes me so happy! And thank you thank you thank you!!! Sending you all the love!!

#rose talks #ask

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Hi, I’m the anon that sent the ‘cheesy’ request, I’m also the anon who tried to call you my favorite strange writer but just called you my “absolute strange writer” or smth like that instead, lol. Im so glad you liked it!!! I hope it wasn’t too unhinged sounding or anything LMAO I partake in the devil’s grass (not what I usually call it I swear, just for weird tumblr censors) off the record and I was still coming down when I sent it to you, haha. I had been watching Doja cat edits and thinking about how I would literally walk across the ocean with cement in my shoes for a chance and I was like hmmm a possible idea ! lmao.

Hi anon! Don’t you worry, I’m gonna make this one work despite how cheesy your idea may sound. It’s literally been in my head all day and I’ll get to it as soon as I can!

Guys, idk if you are gonna be ready for this fun one XD

#rose talks #ask #updates