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Hurt/Comfort Dialogue Prompts 2 and 9 with Stephen Strange x Beauty, please? It might be sweet seeing him comfort her after she had a really cold and exhausting day.
2. "Drink some of this tea, it will warm you up."
9. "Go to sleep, I will not leave you alone."
Hurt/Comfort Stephen Strange x Beauty Lincoln (OFC)
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Hey, Stephen - I'm so so sorry, but I'm gonna have to cancel on our plans tonight. I've had an incredibly rotten day at work and stuff, so I just want to curl up on my sofa & watch something mind numbing & lick my wounds a bit.🥺Even though I miss you like crazy, I just wouldn't be good company at all. We'll have to try again, hopefully soon. Love you. Always.💋💋 
Stephen gnawed on his lower lip as he read Beauty's text a third time. His schedule lately had been jampacked as supernatural activity across the globe has kicked into overdrive in the month leading up to Halloween. The rise in incursions from eldritch realms was to be expected at this time of year, but it was often complicated by amateur ghost hunters and wannabe practitioners of magic or voodoo either trying to fight the baddies on their own, or summon malevolent spirits to do their bidding. Meaning he and his fellow sorcerers had twice the work to do—protecting humanity from both mystical dangers and from the foolish antics of those who believed they had a calling to do the same.
He glanced over at the vase holding a dozen and a half long stem American Beauty roses in several shades of pink, which he'd meant to accompany his apologies for missing their last three date nights. Thinking that his girl must be in a very bad way to make tonight their fourth miss. Crap. Stephen decided at once he wasn't going to let that happen. As quickly as his scarred fingers would allow, he texted back. 'Understood. Missing you too, sweetheart. We can reschedule. You rest up & take it easy tonight. And please just let me know when you get home safely...so I don't need to worry so much.'
Beauty's reply came right away. 'Will do. Thanks for understanding, magic man. And for worrying about me.💗' Stephen had to smile fondly; a sweet sort of warmth always filled his chest when she called him that. And man, had he been missing that warmth! If he hadn't already decided to surprise her, that simple little phrase would've been enough to set his plan in motion. 
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Beauty stood before her door, damp-haired (having forgotten her umbrella in her desk drawer) and with the lower half of her sweater-coat and her suede boots drenched from being splashed by a taxi that had pulled up to the curb as she been waiting to cross the street. At least the first time Stephen sees me in weeks won't be with me looking this bedraggled, she consoled herself. Although I'd rather warm up in his arms than in that old afghan thrown across my sofa top.
It's better this way anyway, she sighed forlornly, zipping off the text he'd asked her to send so that he'd know she'd gotten home in one piece. Stepping through her door, Beauty noted the room was candlelit and redolent with one of her favorite scents in the world. Gingerbread. This just had to be Stephen's work! Already her heart—weighed down by all the bad news she'd received at work this day—began to feel a bit lighter.
She dumped her attache and pocketbook on the floor and shrugged off her wet sweater, hanging it on one of the hooks beside her door. Inhaling deeply (he must've found her stash of gingerbread scented candles) Beauty called out his name.
Stephen came around the corner from the kitchen, wearing his dear, lop-sided grin and one of her frilly aprons over jeans—surely a sight he intended to amuse her. He had the sleeves of the dark blue silk shirt she'd recently given him (just because she'd known he'd look damn fine in it) rolled up, further indication he had something brewing in the kitchen. "Oh, Stephen...you didn't have to go to this trouble. I would've been fine just crashing on the couch."
"Nonsense," he insisted as he came to stand in front of her, smoothing one hand over her wet hair. "What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't do what I could to take care of you?" 
Speechless for the moment, Beauty lowered her gaze shyly—and to hide the fact that tears stood in her eyes. Stephen's voice, low and deep and rich with honest concern, continued, "I've lost track of all the times you've taken care of me at the end of a rough day. It's long past time I returned the favor." He pulled her into his ready arms.
Beauty nodded and laid her head upon his shoulder, and then the tears did come as he rocked her gently. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, baby. Just let me be here for you—and let me remind you of how much I love you..."
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She had cried for a good ten minutes, clinging tightly to him, only aware that her hair and clothes and boots had dried completely in the interim (a subtle charm Stephen had worked for her comfort) until shegathered her wits and backed out of his arms. "Go get changed," he instructed her gently, "I laid your jammies and robe out on your bed, and then you can meet me back her for something to warm you on the insides, okay?"
Beauty nodded silently, kissing his cheek before following her good doctor's orders. When she returned to the living room, she discovered that Stephen had set a small tray on the coffee table, along with a vase of gorgeous roses. He motioned for her to take a seat.  "Drink some of this tea, it will warm you up."
Meekly, gratefully, she accepted the cup, sipping gingerly until she could tell it was the perfect temperature. "Now," Stephen told her, picking up the remote control, "I've got The Princess Bride cued up for your viewing pleasure, unless you prefer Practical Magic to begin with instead..."
"You remembered..."
"That we were watching that the first time I finally had the sense enough to kiss you?" Stephen cupped her cheek and leaned closer, "How could I not, sweetheart? That was the best first kiss of my life..."
"Don't tease me," she whispered.
"Simple truth, Beauty. And my life has been better and better every day since." Stephen took her free hand, brushing his lips across her knuckles, "I should probably tell you these things more often. I'm gonna try my damndest going forward, to do just that. And to take care of you as you deserve." He stood up, "And now supper. Your favorite comfort foods on the menu. Pizza Hut pepperoni pan pizza—and a mac'n'white cheddar cheese that I made from a box mix myself."
"Will there be dessert," she asked, gifting him her sweetest smile—the first of the evening.
"Ben & Jerry's reverse chocolate chunk--"
"But they don't make that anymore!"
"I know," he winked, "But don't ask a sorcerer to reveal all his secrets, honey. There needs to be at least a little mystery to keep the spice in a relationship."
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Sated on pizza, mac'n'cheese, and her all-time favorite ice cream, Beauty was feeling a whole world better than before she had stepped through the door of her flat. As they watched the magical romance, she shared with Stephen the things that had made her day so awful. Budget cuts at the Library meant she's have to lay off at least one staff member and truncate the Library Page program she'd started two years earlier. She'd found out that one of her students in the 5-8yr old reading group was battling leukemia and had been sent to St. Jude's Hospital in the hopes of getting lifesaving treatment. And shortly before she had initially texted Stephen, her brother had called with the sad news that his wife had miscarried four months into her pregnancy. In Stephen's arms, she found the exact comfort she had been needing, but hadn't wanted to impose upon his valuable time to ask for. 
The heavy emotions of the day, coupled with the carb heavy meal Beauty had consumed, finally asserted themselves as bone deep exhaustion. Though she was doing her best to stay awake, Stephen could feel her drifting off. He nuzzled the top of her head and tightened his arm around her. "You wanna go to bed, honey? We can pick up the movie where we left off, on another night."
"Uh-huh," she yawned, snuggling even closer, "I'd rather stay here with you, Stephen. It's been ages since I've felt this warm and cozy. I...I don't want it to end."
Stephen hummed agreeably. "I know the feeling, baby. I've been missing this more than I even realized. I'm not gonna let us go this long apart again. We both deserve better. So for now," he sighed, closing his eyes and resting his head atop hers, "Go to sleep, I will not leave you alone."
Secure in the care of the man she adored, Beauty slept more soundly than she had in months. In the morning, she awoke in her bed beside him, and it proved to be the beginning of a very beautiful day.
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tinymintywolf · 5 years
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I absolutely love your Marvel-sona, and I myself am starting to get into Marvel. I'd love to create a Marvel-sona, but I'm not sure where to start. How did you decide on the story and powers of Violet Spark?
honestly it was just a series of writing down ideas, picking what sounded the most fun to me, and then answering my own questions to develop characters. (what are they most afraid of? how do they feel about their powers? what are their hobbies? etc)
actually ive gotten quite a few messages in the past asking how to go about making a marvelsona/marvel oc, i meant to make an inspiration guide of sorts but totally forgot about it! if that’s something you guys would be interested in feel free to let me know 🙌
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missmusiclove · 3 years
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“The Beauty of the House is immeasurable; its Kindness infinite.” ✨🗿✨ How do I even begin to talk about the beautifully atmospheric and strangely dreamlike novel that is Susanna Clarke’s Piranesi? Imagine a labyrinthine, partially ruined ‘House’ with a seemingly endless amount of interconnected Halls and Vestibules, the bottom of which is flooded by the ocean Tides, and top layers covered in thick clouds, with enormous marble staircases along with thousands upon thousands of marble statues. No entrances or exits, just the House that is the World. And here we have the setting of the novel. Piranesi, the narrator, knows somehow that his name is not Piranesi, but because he knows and remembers nothing else, he is content to be called that. It is only throughout the novel that we see him uncover the truth of who he is, how he came to be The Beloved Child of the House. Everything about this book is lush and lyrical, from the writing style to the descriptions, big and small. Some of the quotes and phrases Clarke used were gorgeously stated, and I was surprised by how attached I got to both Piranesi, the House and the story. I still don’t entirely know how I feel about this novel, but I have a feeling that it will be in my head for quite some time to come. ✨🗿✨ Piranesi is book 10 for 2021. #bookstragram #books #booksofinstagram #booklover #bookphoto #reading #aussieswhoread #avidreader #bookwhore #aussiereader #bookdragon #reader #readersofig #booksofig #bookcommunity #bookish #bibliophile #readersofinstagram #bookstagrammer #booklife #bookaddict #girlswhoread #readinggoals2021 #auskiwibooksta #bookquote #piranesi #susannaclarke #piranesibysusannaclarke #beautifullystrange #magicallywhimsical https://www.instagram.com/p/CKtsY7WglIj/?igshid=aj4mb3s5x4cb
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gawareckistudio · 7 years
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"I don't like standard beauty, there is no beauty without strangeness" 🖤#karllagerfeld #beautiful #beauty #beautyquotes #beautyquote #strange #strangeness #beautifullystrange
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kierandlewis-blog · 9 years
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Gotta rock the new top on a night out... thanks again @lukestruts #beautifullystrange
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Stephen purrs? XD XD XD
Something very, very like.🥰
I mean, when he's warm and comfy...when he's feeling safe and loved...absolutely. He makes this very soothing sound, a sort of hum in the deep of his throat. A human purr, which is a sure sign that he's happy...
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...and dare I say...satisfied.💕💖💕
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Beauty? Beautyyyyyyy wake uuuup...
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She could’ve sworn she hadn’t gone anywhere near that room with all the mirrors again. In fact, Beauty had pointedly avoided that whole floor altogether. Stephen had warned her, but even without that warning, she would have known better. The man she had encountered when she’d somehow fallen (no, no, he had pulled me into that dark Sanctum, I’m sure of it) through the looking glass was as deceitful as he was compelling; as dangerous as he was seeped in a bottomless sorrow beyond any her vivid imagination could grasp.
But here she stood nonetheless, the grey swirl in the center of the mirror the same as when she slipped from this reality into his. Don’t touch it, her mind cried out; he’ll pull you in again for sure. And this time he might not let you get away.
His reply seemed to surround her. Beauty couldn’t tell where it actually came from. Come now, Beauty my dear. I’ll play for you again.  The opening notes of the edelweiss waltz from The Sound of Music joined in with the voice of Stephen’s sinister doppelganger. Wasn’t this one of your favorites as a young girl, my dear? I have an eidetic memory you know, and I could always play by ear. The notes seemed to revolve all around her. I could play the whole soundtrack if you desire it, sweet Beauty. All you need to do is come and visit me…
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Beauty shook her head vigorously and plugged up her ears. No…I don’t care…I don’t want to…leave me alone, she cried out. The music played on flawlessly, making her dizzy for some unknown reason. She wanted to run from the spot, to slam the door shut, to run down the stairs and seek the shelter of Stephen’s arms and his calming wisdom. But she was frozen in place, as cold, misty tendrils snaked out of the mirror to bind themselves to her wrists and ankles.
Sinister tutted, a rather ugly sound. But I invited you so nicely. Don’t you feel sorry to let me play alone? And I’m so lonely here, too…please don’t make me force you.
She tried to call out to her Stephen, but no sound came from her mouth.
Petty little, silly thing, he chuckled, your Hero can’t hear you. You’re in the realm of dreams now. My realm.
Tears as cold as chips of ice fell from her eyes, while her bindings held her fast, dragging her through the dark surface of the mirror. She fell to her knees, her heart in her throat, even as the mist dissolved. Sinister was there, ready with a hand to help her up. Beauty looked up at him defiantly, though trembling with terror. Stay there, then, he told her, but you’ll be here for a while, so you might as well make yourself comfortable. He gestured to a faded, wingback chair which sat next to the baby grand piano. As is the nature of dreams—for by now she realized he hadn't lied about that—she knew it had once been a blood red velvet.
I thought we’d have a little concert, this evening, Beauty. He held up his hands, scarred exactly like her Stephen’s, but free of tremors. Did Stephen ever tell you we played? That we were as talented on this instrument as we were with those in the operating room?
Beauty didn’t want to answer, but it didn’t matter, for he was in her mind and he knew anyway. It was something Stephen had never mentioned, probably because it was a painful memory to have lost that ability too. But a small seed of disappointment nestled its way into her hindbrain, anyway. That’s a detail she would like to have known--but her Stephen rarely volunteered information, and she had made it part of her mission with him to slowly peel away the layers and allow him to reveal the secrets he held close, a little at a time.
She rose from her knees and crossed to take her seat. Sinister smiled at her softly—not victoriously as she had expected. How long will you keep me here? I want your assurance you’ll let me go home.
He bowed his head as though he was accepting a deal which she hadn’t even offered. Can you bear an hour or two in my company, sweet lady? He tickled the keys, and My Favorite Things rose from his hands. A little bit of music, a little bit of conversation is all that I’m asking for, Beauty. And once I’m done, I will dutifully return you to the dullard who awaits from his place on the other side. He conjured a large, old-fashioned hourglass, astonishingly similar to the Wicked Witch’s from The Wizard of Oz. Once the sands have fallen, you will awaken clear-eyed and rested. You may tell your lover what you will—but not this one thing…
Beauty’s mouth hung open, waiting in fascination, as his voice was like her Stephen’s and worked a magic she could never resist.
I will have you for my own, my sweet—as I would have his place in your world as well. I have the Darkhold, and he hasn’t the power to stand against my will. His days in the sun are numbered. Sinister turned back to the keyboard, and with a flourish began to play Climb Every Mountain…crooning along with the chorus…
Climb every mountain,
Ford every stream.
Follow every rainbow,
Until you find your dream!
Beauty sat, frozen in place, trying to bury the blatant, wicked secret he had uttered in a place she could access once she was awake. She’d need to warn Stephen. For not only her sake, but his own.
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As my third night of this grueling nightshift comes to a close, I breathe a sigh of relief and cry tears of joy. Not because I have survived another night, though yes that is important, but because I have finished the one thing that I set out to do back before November ended. Though I am supposed to be on holiday, I knew that I would finish this, no matter the cost. There are so many things I could say, about how much you have done for me, how important you have become to me on this journey. But I know that not a single one of them would sum up the immense amount of gratitude that I truly hold for you, V. The things that I have learned from watching your love for Stephen, the strength that it has given me about my own feelings for Tony, they are the things that I am truly thankful for.
Before I met you, I would have kept my love for him silent, mourned in my darkness and never spoken out about it. I would not have sought help here to process everything that I was feeling, how I want to feel these things. And the more I watched you, the more I realized that I truly didn't have to feel bad about the love I have in my heart for him. It's okay for me to want him here, to want him to have survived so that I can still dream of him. And while there are many, many others that I extend my thanks to, you were the first one that showed me loving a fictional character is okay, no matter what people say. And for that, I gift you this, one last thing before I rest my weary soul for the winter.
Thank you, beautiful flower, for all you have done for me - myself and for Tony - on this long journey. And I look forward to seeing where we go from here. Merry Christmas, my dear.
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Oh my heart💗 - in all the best of possible ways!
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I am so grateful that something that comes as naturally to me as breathing touched you in such a way that you felt freed to love and mourn and heal. I suppose I didn't get that you'd tried before to tell me this; I can be dense that way at times. But I understand now and I will forever love & treasure this amazing, beautiful, shining labor of your love. Love that comes from an immense heart, and that deserves to find its expression without hesitation or concern for appearences to the wider world.
The details of the gorgeous piece take my breath away. A ring on Beauty's finger...and a baby bump as well! Stephen looking so comfy (especially in that hoodie) and relaxed, holding not only his beloved, but the future they will share. I first saw this when I was half-awake, watching the end of the PBS Tabernacle Choir Christmas special (so I was in no fit state to reply) and as I fell back to sleep, my mind's perpetual fancy had me imagining Stephen finally saying, 'Yes...yes, let's make a baby together...' What a wonderful dream that would be!
I love seeing Tony & Damon together and happy, and that you included Tony's injuries from when he sacrificed himself to save the Universe. And a ring on Tony's finger too! I suppose it won't be too much longer until Stephen & Beauty invite their friends to take on the mantle of godfathers to Baby Strange (baby girl, much to Beauty's understated longing, as it took her mother six pregnancies to get her girlchild). After the first sketch you gifted me, I never would've imagined more--so this is the sweetest surprise and I'll adore it forever. In fact, I'm going to work on a way to make it my icon (although it may mean editing it down to just S&B, but I know you won't mind).
Mere thank you's will never be enough to portray my gratitude, so I will simply say: go rest your weary mind and soul, and may your dreams be blessed with those things you long for most, for you've more than earned that joy. Come Spring, I will be looking forward to hearing and seeing the ideas & artist visions that come to you in your hiatus! You have all my love ~ V
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Hello my dear! I'm very curious, how would Beauty spend Valentine's Day with Stephen? And I hope today is kind to you and that you get a little bit of a break today. Take good care of yourself, ok? <3 <3 <3
Thank you kindly, Nonny ~ I'm taking it easy right now, before a chore I have to do this afternoon. My new work schedule is much more civilized, which allows me to better recuperate from those long shifts on my feet!
So ~ Valentine's Day with Beauty & Stephen? Well, if it were ever really possible, Beauty would want to spend the whole day together, doing her best to spoil him in any ways she could that would make him happy.
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But most of his time is claimed by his responsibilities, and even on the days we think of as weekends (and the days she normally has off from work) he is just as likely to be called away by duty, as not. She'd plan something lowkey because she wouldn't want him to feel bad if he had to suddenly duck out to deal with a mystic threat to humanity or assist Wong in a vital mission. He recently nearly missed his surprise birthday party for just those reasons, and she took that lesson to heart!
Beauty would want to prepare Stephen's favortite dishes & dessert because cooking for someone is part of her love language since she was a young girl helping her mom cook for their family. Dinner would be by candlelight, with soft, romantic tunes playing in the background. She'd wear her prettiest dress (with something new & silky underneath😊), not just for him, but because it would make her feel happy, and she's learned that Stephen enjoys her happiness as much as she enjoys his.
After dinner and before dessert, she'd hope he wouldn't mind a little close dancing because they don't get many opportunities for that. Then they'd have some dessert, and Beauty would give him a modest gift. Something she made herself, because really what can a woman give a man who can practically magic himself just about anything he might need? Maybe a scrapbook of their times together. Perhaps a pillowcase that she had painstakingly embroidered with blue butterflies and tiny hearts & flowers and his initials in gold thread. Though the scent would soon fade, she'll have washed it with her shampoo--because he's told her that he loves when he can still smell her hair on his pillows on nights they are apart. She'd be wishing with all her heart that he would stay the night, but doesn't assume he will--for she never knows when his duties will preclude that.
All in all, not a fancy or extraordinary evening, but certainly one filled with quiet gifts that reflect her heart.💝💜💘
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Wouldn't you have Defender and vanilla Stephen tho? 😏😏😏
Wait, wait, wait...
Didn't I just call my preferences vanilla? Me being a good lapsed Catholic girl--for the most part 😉. Stephen is NOT vanilla- reread the tags...I believe I said 'powerhouse'. Hand on heart, he's the only Stephen for me.
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((Mun however has a special place in her heart and imagination for Defender, though he shall never displace 616 Stephen as the god of my idolatry. I still would only have one Stephen at a time. I mean, hello, even the smut I write is Romantic. Ain't changing my stripes anytime soon.😏))
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sobeautifullyobsessed · 7 months
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What type of lover are you?
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Hmmmmm...
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Given my recent track record...and my overall track record...this was not the answer I would've expected...
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I am both melting and floating on air right now from a gorgeous anonymous love letter I just received from Stephen Strange❣️I'd publish it right away, except I want to give some thought to my reply to this beautiful missive, first.
To the Anon who sent it (I reblogged a post earlier that promised a love letter based on my blog), you have my deepest gratitude--not just for the loving, poetic words, but also for discerning the truth of my heart. 💗💖💋
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Beauty, what are your three favorite things about Stephen?
Oh so hard to choose!!
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Hmmmmm...let's see. His kind, deep, and loving heart. Visible in the way Stephen treats not only those he cares about, but for anyone in need, especially the most vulnerable of beings--be they people, animals, or alien to our reality.
His intellect. A brilliant mind--always reaching for the answers to problems that appear unsolvable at first glance. Flexible enough to accept other viewpoints and think out of the box. Capable of both the snarkiest humor and the dumbest dad jokes that you can imagine, and never shying away from making fun of himself.
His patient, understanding, forgiving nature. Stephen bends over backwards to give people more than a fair chance to do the right thing. He understands that people make mistakes and can do better because he's lived that himself. And his patience...well...I'm lucky he's so patient, because I can be so ridiculous and short-sighted at times, and he keeps on putting up with me anyway.🥰
(Now I'm gonna cheat and add an Honorable Mention because I wish the whole world could know: his kisses and embraces are my sweetest haven, especially when I'm world weary-- and a taste of what Heaven must be like! 💖💙💖)
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Oh? Inspiration? And what kind of inspiration do you need?
Hmmmmm? How about the honey of your kisses *kisses his lips*, the soft tickle of your whiskers against my skin *nuzzles his neck*. The velvet of your voice murmuring my name *strokes fingers through his white streak*. Your arms holding me close...
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Aw stahp looking at me like thaaat *blushing* I'm just looking after you. 💕
Well now...it can't be helped...*sighs*..you devastatingly handsome doctor man. I'm sure I'm not the first patient to have a crush😍on you, especially since you've developed such a kind & caring bedside manner.
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But seriously, I am feeling a lot better then when I woke up this morning! And I know it's thanks to you, my darling.
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*rolls on bed, lazy* *tries to look sexy* *falls from bed*
*giggles and snorts*  Ohhhhhhh, my poor, silly...sexy *winks* delectable...wizard man...Do you need me to come over there and kiss your boo boos?
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