#flood my ask box? 🥹

[honeylullaby]

hello darling!

absolutely adore your writing and your rupert specifically. If I may, and if you arent too busy, J was hoping to request something rather self indulgent for him. I am a major sucker for some domestic rupert and especially hurt/comfort is quite lovely with him. Is possible, maybe something about reader (being a bit older - around 25 or so) cooking dinner for them after work and maybe she cuts her finger or something and he takes her to an urgent care and the two of them have that moment of panic but, also knowing it would be okay bc their together.

WHEW THATS LONG LOL SRY! Hopefully that works w you lol

💫🪽 - salem, she/hers, from america

Hello Salem,, thank you for stopping by!! I’m so happy you enjoy my work 🥰🥰 Funnily enough, I’ve actually done something really similar to this with reader cutting her finger but I can do something with the same kind of topic but just a lil different ! 🥹

“You must be careful, angel.”

(Rivals) Rupert Campbell-Black x Reader

Short Work

Suggestion by this sweet anon 🫶🏽 / You hurt yourself whilst coming a romantic meal, Nurse Rupert comes to your aid…

18+ FANFIC / Soft 🥹 Rupert 🥹 Reader character aged at 25. As always, my ask box is open for any requests for any character 💋 or even just to have a chat lol.

Today was yours and Rupert’s sixth month anniversary. You wouldn’t typically celebrate something so unsubstantial but the way he has treated you throughout these six months — supplying you with lavish jewellery, your own purebred Appaloosa, endless meals provided by private chefs — was something that deserved to be celebrated. His closest friend, Lizzie Vereker, had praised you for being the first and only person to transform his Lothario lifestyle.

“What’s on the menu?” Your lover asked, snaking his hands around your waist as you piled chopped onions into a pot. Your response was haltered by sloppy kisses being planted up the length of your neck. “Well, it’s French onion soup for start. And I was thinking to do truffle risotto for main.” You inform him, keeping a close eye on the kettle you had begun to boil, anxious to get a start on making the perfect meal. “Mmm, my favourite.” Rupert purred, taking a seat at the dining table behind you and poured you both a large glass of cherry-red wine.

“Just don’t disturb me,” You warn, “Everything has to be perfect.” The muscular man breathlessly sighed — intoxicated on copious amounts of wine and lighting up what must be his 10th cigarette of the hour. “Yes chef.” He remarked, coughing through his first drag. As the kettle had sufficiently boiled enough, you raised it with an unsteady hand, already stirring your onions with the other. Lifting it high enough to pour, you splashed the hot water over the now-simmering onions but subsequently caught yourself in the process. Hand seething and swelling instantaneously, you let out an excruciating yelp and dropped the kettle onto the counter top. Like a flash, Rupert was raised to his feet, stubbing out his cigarette. “My word, what have you done?” Bouncing on his heels in a frantic panic.

Floods of tears expelled themselves from your eyes as you held your limp wrist, blowing air onto the burn in a futile effort to eliminate the pain. “Burning, burning…” Were the only words you could push out through your thickening tears. Taking a firm grip of your wrist, Rupert pushed open the cold tap and held your hand underneath it, the instant cool providing a blessed relief. He settled a tender kiss on your forehead, his own mouth pouting in empathetic gloom. “You must be careful, angel.” He scalded in absolute disbelief at your self-inflicted injury.

Snatching his car keys from the counter top, and instructed you to get an ice pack from the freezer. Doing as you were told, you wrapped the ice pack in a tea towel and kept it pressed firmly on your scalded hand. “Where are we going?” You ask, watching your boyfriend pull on his coat, following him as he stomped towards the front door. “A&E. Sit down.” His firm voice instructed again, finger pointing towards the stairs. He grabbed your slippers and placed them gently over your feet.

Just over an hour later, you were both sat in the eerily melancholic A&E waiting room. You tried your best not to look at the people sat around you, already taking heed of someone clasping a blood-soaked towel to their head. “Rupert, I’m scared. I really don’t feel this is necessary.” You whisper, eyes firmly affixed on the floor. “There’s nothing to be scared of, angel. When I’m with you, you needn’t be scared of anything. We just need to get your hand checked.” He whispered back in response, rubbing his hand softly across your thigh. Taking a deep exhale, you rested your head on his shoulder, wrapped up tightly in Rupert’s jacket. He just made everything okay.

[diazsdimples]

Hello, dear husband! I’m here to request some Alfie lore because I am always thinking of him 🥹

I wanna know all about how he came to be. Who brought the topic up first, Buck or Tommy?

What was finding a surrogate like?

How did they find out? Like were Buck and Tommy together when they got the news? Or did one find out and have to keep it secret (even for just a few hours)

Who cried harder at the first ultrasound?

I wanna know All the Things™️ please and thank you 😘

*rolls up sleeves* right, lets get into it!!

Tommy bought it up first. He knew Buck loves kids - you've only gotta watch how he is with Christopher and Jee to know that - but it took Tommy a second longer to decide how he felt about them. He's got a lot of trauma in his past with his parents to unpack but he knew he wanted a family with Buck and he would love his child with everything he could. Buck, as it turns out, hadn't been wanting to pressure Tommy so had been waiting for him to bring it up, to see if that was something he wanted.

Finding a surrogate wasn't as hard as they expected it to be and they managed to find someone that was willing only a couple of months into searching. An egg donor was a little more difficult but after going through a fertility clinic, they ended up finding someone that ticked their boxes. Their surrogate (Holly) was a lovely mother of 3 with an extremely supportive wife (Megan), who ended up becoming an integral part of their life/family and they remain very good friends to this day.

They knew which day was meant to be the day of the bloodwork to confirm the pregnancy, so naturally Buck is a complete nervous wreck his whole shift and it takes a significant amount of distraction from Eddie to get his mind back on course. They'd planned to have dinner with Holly and Megan after their shifts, and they'd find out then. Holly and Megan have remarkably good poker faces on and I'm sure fully intended to string them along until dessert time (they'd bought cupcakes with little pacifiers frosted on them) but Buck practically jumps them the second they're in the door. When Holly produces the cupcakes from her tote bag, Buck is so excited he grabs her in a big bear hug and then immediately puts her down like "fuck you're pregnant, you've gotta take it easy!!". Tommy is so excited he has to do a couple of laps of the house, cheering and whooping like his team won the playoffs, and he's grinning so hard he can barely eat his food

Everyone was definitely expecting Buck to cry the hardest but it ends up being Tommy who does. One of the super cool things about them doing IVF is that they're invited to see the embryos at when they're still in the cellular stage so they see Alfie (and 4 other siblings) all at 4 cells old, and Buck makes all these jokes like "awww they've got your nose babe!" The embryos are a mixture of Buck and Tommy's DNA, the clinic knows who's are who's, and they use one of Buck's first. ANYWAYS. The second Tommy sees that little jellybean wiggling around on the screen he breaks the fuck down, the overwhelming realness of everything flooding him because that there!!! That is his baby!!! And any and all reservations he had about parenting and being a father go out the door because in that moment he knows he'd do anything for that little blob, he'd move mountains to make sure the baby is okay. Buck, of course, cries and sniffles and is a general overall mess but Tommy has to give himself a minute to recover cause he's never loved anything so goddamn hard and it's a little overwhelming.

Thank you for asking me about Alfie!!! He is my most favourite little man ever and I will yap about him for years!!! Obligatory @theotherbuckley @perfectlysunny02 @actuallyitsellie and @slightlyobsessedwitheverything for alfie lovers tag

[alienoresimagines]

For the WIP Guessing Game!!! Do you perchance have anything with “beautiful,” “sky,” or “together”?👀

Hiii ❤️I do have all three words actually! Can I yell Bingo? 😂 Though cheating a tad bit because the "beautiful" snippet has already been posted in a tag game some time last week but it's the only time beautiful happens in any of my current WIPs 😅

From "And When You Get A Taste, Can You Tell Me What's My Flavor"

Again, warmth floods his cheeks and his lips twitch uncontrollably into a smile that he tries to hide behind his hand, the knot in his chest loosening. Fighting had admittedly been a stupid thing to do but the way his heart soars at the idea of John standing up for him like it is his god-given duty to almost make him forget that, instead melting a bit more against John’s side. John grins wider and ducks his head closer to Gale’s face with a conspiratory glint in his eyes.

“And you’ve got a goddamn beautiful swing, Buck. Boxing champion worthy,” John grins, eyes crinkling around a sparkle of mirth.

--

It’s out of tune because of course it is, but Gale wouldn’t have it any other way, especially not when he can hear John’s glee with every too-high note. He doesn’t join in, content to merely bask in John’s happiness that warms him up from the inside out like it’s his own. Then John’s whistling fades to nothing as the man leans his head back to look at the sky and its gleaming stars, not making Gale’s task of walking them any easier but John’s pursed lips are enough to tell him the other is in deep thought so he doesn’t protest, merely squeezes his hand around John’s waist in warning when they pass a bump in the road. Silence lingers for a few seconds more before John takes a deep breath, then another, quieter, like he’s pondering each of his words.

From the Christmas Wota Event WIP (aka sort of Harry Potter AU in which John and Gale go to the Yule Ball together because I'm soft for Bucky asking Gale to be his date and for some good ol' friends to lovers)

“This ball thing only happens, what? Once every century? You should go with someone you really like- someone you want to share that special experience with,” he’s quick to add, noticing the way Marge opens her mouth in protest. 

“You’re a sweetheart, Gale,” she smiles, looking at him with soft eyes until he squirms, hiding more of his face under his blue scarf to escape the knowing glint in her eyes. Then she must decide to save him from his growing embarrassment because she straightens up, no longer leaning on the wooden rail, and nods resolutely.

“Let’s make a deal then. The ball’s next week. If in 5 days neither of us has a date, we’ll go together.”

Thank you for the ask 🥹❤️

[mdr-vert]

Hi everyone!

I want to ask you all about this scene of SMB movie.

I’m Japanese. When I watched the subtitled version of this movie, ( ENG voice and JP sub)

I thought Luigi was saying “You just got, a-Luigi’d!” or “You just got ha-Luigi’d” .

Please tell me WHAT IS HAPPENING IN ENG GRAMMAR IN HIS CHARMING JOKE and what he really said!!😂

It is too difficult for my poor English to understand what he saying.

Please teach me about this using ask box or reblog pleeeeeeeeease😭😭😭😭😭

BTW, in Japanese,

Luigi said “Yaru toki wa, ya-Luigi sa! (やるときは、やルイージさ！) .

Yaru toki wa yaru (やるときは やる) means,

“He can get things done when he has to do”.

Japanese do not distinguish between sounds of R and L.

So for us, “ru” sound of “yaru” and “lu” sound of “Luigi” is the same.

Luigi puts the two together and jokes about it by saying “ya-Luigi”.

The meaning of the JP version of this dialogue goes like this.

“I, Luigi, am a guy who does things when I have to do! “

I really love Luigi being full of himself🥹🥹🥹

Also I have to understand that what Mario bros said before they were going to head to flooded Brooklyn…

[blacksgarden]

Omg that moon water fic sounds so much fun, tell us more about it 🤍

Ahhhh, my first ask being from my idol on tumblr 🥹 It feels like I'm talking to a celebrity ngl-- Hang on, this is me when I got your ask:

The moonwater fic was actually requested by @starchaser-lily (I promise it's coming, I'm sorry it's taking so long 😭). I'm planning on posting it some time this week, the week after being the latest.

I'll admit, it was only through their request that I found out Remus x Regulus was indeed a ship, and I found it extremely adorable. The amount of ideas that flooded into my mind?? It seemed never-ending. But to actually imagine these two characters actually having an interaction with each other that eventually ended with a confession of sorts, it only made sense to me that there's angst.

A good story is determined not only by the way it was written, but also by how much thought went into creating the characters. And considering these aren't mine per say, rather they're my interpretation of what the character is like; there's definitely slight pressure on me to get this right. Yes, this is just a oneshot but doesn't mean I shouldn't do a character analysis first to give it some... definition.

Sure, you can throw in the usual angst and fluff template- but where's the fun in reusing it again? I've read a lot of angst and fluff fics and there's not enough development in character to actually feel like 'Oh, this fic is different.' It felt like I was reading the same thing just either shortened or lengthened. We need the garlic bread with our soup ✨

So things we will see in this oneshot is seeing Remus's uncanny ability to put someone at ease, and to trust him to an extent. That charm we all fell for while reading the books and watching David Thewlis bringing Remus to life onscreen. How Remus is able to sort of manipulate people and how he controls everything around him, you know?

And given Regulus's conditioning with his family (like we can even call them that), I would like to think there will definitely be certain comments thrown about. Not necessarily kind ones either. Maybe he means them, maybe he doesn't... we shall find out :)

I want to say more but then I feel I would just spoil the whole fic and there wouldn't even be a point for me to post it ;-;

But what I can spoil? Grab a box of tissues and strap in because it will be quite emotional. When I write, I really write. I'm a flighty writer, so I can write 1000 words easily and still feel like it isn't enough.

Also, now I know why you say we never bother you with asks, because they are indeed fun. So please people, ask me stuff, it's fun.

[spatialwave]

hey everyone… my ask box is… closed!! a temporary measure for the next couple of days until i get through the content.

thank you so much for flooding it!! 🥹🫶

[katebishopofearth]

List five things (less or more is okay too) that make you happy, then put this in the ask box of the last ten people who reblogged something from you. Spread the love!! (And obviously no pressure if you don't want to.) ❤️

Awww thanks friend 🥹 Sorry it took me a billion years to remember to reply to this. I needed this today.

Comments on fanfic. It doesn't matter how old the fic is or how short the comment is. It'll make my entire day.

Cats! Black cats orange cats tabby cats calico cats. With their pointy ears velvet noses swishy tails toe beans.

The feeling of walking out of a truly brilliant musical and having your mind blown by the sheer talent, of years and years of hard work distilled into its purest essence in two-ish hours for your enjoyment.

Queer joy. Queer people being themselves in all their chaoticness and being loved and accepted for it.

Sunsets. When the sky is all orange and pink and you're amazed that you live on a planet where you get to see this.

A really good climbing session. The feeling of being able to do things with your body that a few years or even a few months ago you didn't think you could.

Cooking. Something about working with your hands, listening to a podcast, chopping, something simmering on the stove... this is my happy place where I can stop thinking about all my "should"s and just focus on the fact that in an hour or so I'll have a delicious meal.

The sea. Most early civilisations have some kind of flood myth, and when you look at the sea it's easy to see why. There's nothing on this side of the atmosphere that's more primordial, that reminds you of your own mortality and smallness.

Days or evenings when I have the flat to myself. The feeling of owning your space, of not being interrupted, of not having to explain anything to anyone.

Friends <3 When I was growing up I never imagined that I would have the kind of friends that I do now. Truly a found family.

Wow I can't believe I got to 10!

[guiltyasdave]

Since my thoughts are always too long for a comment you also get them thrown in your ask box my dear Jana🩷😋

Btw if this is a little all over the place, it’s probably because I’m actively reading so I don’t forget anything. 😅🥲

„The obnoxious scent of Peña’s aftershave is flooding your nostrils, paired with the traces of tobacco that follow him everywhere he goes. It’s honestly embarrassing, how easily you recognize it.“ I kinda really want to have my nostrils filled with that signature Peña smell. Well, my brain is coming up with weird thoughts. I hope you’re cool with that. 😅🫣

“The you from a few months ago would most likely go wild at seeing Javier Peña right after waking up, after he held you in his arms no less.” The me from right now is definitely going wild at imagining Javier Peña like this with his arms around me. 😮‍💨😍

“I– I’m really sorry,” he repeats, raising from the worn down arm chair he’s been sitting in. “I didn’t mean to put you in an uncomfortable position. I’m not– I’m not exactly used to sharing a bed.” Cute little nervous Javier. I imagine him looking at us with his big brown eyes like a cow, staring and me being nervous. 👀🤭🥺 Him not exactly being used to sharing a bed- yeah cause you’re a little slut but we love you for that. 😋😍

“Doesn’t make it less dangerous, does it?” I sense protective Javier vibes, he cares thats why he’s such an asshole. Little bubu admit you fuckin care about her let’s go 🙏🏻🤩

“That’s not true. You’re making it about yourself when you shouldn’t. I treat you exactly like your colleagues, you’re the one taking it personal.�� I want to punch him in the face, in his beautiful arrogant face and then make him give me an honest answer. 🤗🤭

Lovely how he’s an asshole but then wants to show us the beach that back and forth would make my head spin, though he’s just not the greatest a communicating. 😆

“You do soften at the sight of the ocean, the sound of waves rolling against the shore having a soothing effect almost instantly. It’s beautiful, the water a brilliant blue, the sun glittering on the surface. You can’t be mad right now, not even at Javier, who’s keeping his distance, letting you wander along the shore by yourself.” And now I have the deep urge to go to the ocean. Reconnect with water and let it heal my soul. 🌊

I hope that after she listened to that voicemail, she called him back, invited him over, then took him in her arms, kissed him and told him it’s all right that’s he’s a little nervous bubu, we got you. 🤭🥹

That’s was so good Jana from beginning to end so well written ❤️

this is soooo sweet, oh my god 🥺🥺

thank you for liking like snow on the beach so much, you’ve absolutely made my morning!!

all those parts that you pointed out hehehehe, they’re both kinda idiots but they’re cute so it’s okay 😁

she’s calling him 10000% and they live happily ever after, sleeping in the same bed every night, trust me 🫶🏻

thank you thank you thank you <3 this is the kind of response that writers dream of tbh, ily 🤍

[cinhomi]

Hello Aurora dear, I just wanna say I fucking missed you 😭 omfgggg I just had an exam yesterday, got another on Thursday and I’m so done, so effing done rn😪 But I’ll be okay :3

I see you’re losing motivation everyday and it saddens me tbh. So many beautiful writers ending their journey because they feel they’re reaching a burnout, and I understand. Barely any excited feedback, which is the point of all this, the fanfic community. It’s not much of a community now that I look at it, just people who want to consume and go on their merry way. But peeps, a lil ‘this was amazing’ in the ask box or a tiny reblog on a secondary blog would go a long way to the authors, just saying.

Whatever you want to do baby, I’m not always around, but I got you okay?

Big hugssss

-🍯

hi cutie!! missed you too actually!! 🥹I hope your exam went well and I'm sure you'll do great in the next one!

losing motivation but not that sparkle that makes me love putting one word next to the other... I'll obviously think about it less, also because big things are approaching and I know that realistically, I won't be able to write and do the rest at the same time.

I endlessly appreciate every single letter spent for what I create, so I'm not completely neglecting what I already have... I just can't help but compare. it's natural that I do after all.

maybe it's because I don't post that much actual content. I think it's because of that to be honest. or I'm not good at interacting? I seem dry? maybe what I share isn't that interesting... see these are all things that flood my mind whenever I think about it and it's actually difficult to clear up after.

I won't leave tumblr, but I think about a change more and more every day that passes.

thank you for your words and for sticking around nonnie, I'd hug you and smooch your cheek if you were here. please take care of yourself and don't stress too much, yeah?

🫶

[red1culous]

Seems my train got delayed because of floods I hope you dont mind me crashing you ask box. M bored and cold- this bitch forgot her raincoat 🥹

Oh no babes!!!! Try not to catch a cold ok. And when you get home, make yourself a cup of something hot and take a hot shower! I don’t mind you smashing that ask button. I’ve got wayyy too many asks right now but I’ll keep an eye out for yours ❤️

[eiflawriting]

🤩😅💥

all 3 please hehe

- nanami, tho i am having a fun time writing my ooc naoya. 👩🏾‍💻

- i don’t think i can think of any scenes i written that i’m obsessed of. i’m such picky writer, so all that i have posted, i’m confident about. if i end up remembering, i’ll come back and update this answer.

- i’m fine with taking criticism. as long as it’s genuine and you’re not trying to be shady. like the other day when i posted the first version of the next chapter of mafia, something didn’t feel right, so i had my lovely friend read, and she gave me critiques to correct the chapter. i’m never too good to learn. 💚

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[cffeeluv]

Hello :)) its my birthday today! Can i ask a little fanfic abt foxybro Michael afton taking out his s/o on a date fluff?

Take ur time and thank u :)))

hi !! and happy bday!!!! (i hope i havent missed it 🥹) i hope u had a great day!!! & yes ofc ! this is too cute 🤍(both are 18)

no reader gender mentioned <3

today was your birthday, and whilst you never really bothered with them before, this year was some what different, it was the first birthday you had in which you had a boyfriend - michael. you woke up in the morning to a phone flooded with texts from your friends and family, but you immediately opened michaels first, just out of sheer habit.

“happy birthday my love! i have a surprise for you later, be ready for 7 x”

you read the message over and over, your face heating up and butterflies erupting in your stomach, you had no idea what it could be, but you were beyond excited to be spending time with your boyfriend.

6.30 rolled around, you felt as if the day had dragged in because you couldn’t wait to see michael. during the day your birthday was spent with your close family, and whilst you loved spending time with them, you only had one person in your mind. you were now getting ready in your room waiting for michael to come and pick you up, feeling sick with nerves but in the best possible way. you weren’t sure what to wear, so you played it safe with something you were comfortable in, but still fancy enough for a special occasion. you were ready with 5 minutes to spare, looking at yourself in the mirror pondering if you looked okay. michael pulled up outside, beeping the horn of his car to alert you he was outside. you wasted absolutely no time in bolting out the front door, shouting a half hearted “goodbye” to your parents, not letting them get in the way to stop and ask 100 questions.

you got into michaels car, the smell of his cologne overpowered your nostrils, not that you ever had a problem with this, to you it felt like home. yourself and michael looked at one another, with massive smiles painted on your faces.

“you look beautiful” he said, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on your cheek. “i have something for you”. he reaches to the backseats and pulls through a gift bag, placing it on your lap. you clasped your hands, resting them against your chest. “michael you didn’t need to” you stated, your heart full of love. you dug through the bag and pulled out a box, you glanced over to him before opening it. it was a simple silver necklace, but when you lifted it out the box, you had clocked that your and michael’s initials had been put on the delicate chain.

“i bought the charms myself, it was a pain trying to get them on and make them stay” he joked. “happy birthday my love”. you were beyond elated. you thanked him over and over, kissing him and pulling him into the tightest hug you could possible give, you absolutely loved it, infact, that was an understatement, you couldn’t find the words. you handed the necklace to michael and turned around, lifting your hair up and signalling for him to put it on. “beautiful” michael said kissing you once more before starting the car and driving off.

you had no idea where he was taking you, it wasn’t too long of a journey, but he pulled into a restaurant you weren’t too familiar with. you both entered the restaurant and the waiter greeted you both at the door, after checking the reservation the waiter led you both to the table. it was decorated with tiny rose petals and candles, it was in a secluded part of the restaurant, so it was just the both of you to spend time with one another. “oh, michael” you began “this is perfect” you felt as if you could cry out of happiness, you had never experienced something like this before, and you were so happy to be spending it with michael. michael shook his head “you deserve the world”

i hope this is okay anon 🥹! i hope you had a fabulous day 💓

[ask-laito-sakamaki-rp-blog]

Hellu everyone, just wanted to say feel free to flood my ask box! I'm having so much fun on here already, can't wait to interact with you all! 🥰

Also, enjoy this beautiful photo of catboy Laito, so cuuuuuuttttteeee!!! 🥹🤧

(Btw the picture isn't mine, I found it on the internet.)

[bradshawsbaby]

Hi. First of all, your writing is amazing, I love love love your fics - characterisation, ideas, execution, and the level of softness that just imbues all of them in the best way - everything about them just melts my heart each time I read them.

Second of all, how do you think Rooster, his wife and kids' first ever abroad (or something involving travelling by plane) holiday would go? Would the kids think that Rooster was going to fly the plane? Would he somehow manage to get access into the cockpit so they could see what it looked like? Where do you think they'd go? (Sorry for all these questions, but I got really excited thinking about it, and would love to know your thoughts on the matter.)

And third of all, thank you for the Hangman x Phoenix content!!! It's so good to know I am not alone in thinking about them together!!!

Lots of love to you! ❤️

Oh my gosh, this is such a beautiful message, Anon! Lots of love to YOU! 🥹❤️🥰

Ahhh, I love that idea of a little story of Rooster and his family traveling for vacation! The kids would definitely think their daddy was going to be flying the plane and it would be the cutest thing ever. I’ll have to brainstorm something for that! ✈️

You are definitely not alone in thinking that Hangman & Phoenix would make one badass couple! Honestly, my ask box has been flooded with messages about them ever since I first started mentioning them during the sleepover on Sunday. I love it! 😂 I’m glad people are are enjoying the stories about them!

Thanks so much again for this sweet message, Anon! Hope you have a wonderful night! 💕

[eiflawriting]

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[eiflawriting]

mmm why wouldn’t you date nanami hehehe cause im mean like that

eye— please don’t do this do me 😭 but to be serious… although i love my baby much so much, i do feel like he would be the type to allow work to prohibit him from being in a healthy relationship. when i would wanna do things, he’d probably be too tired. i’d try my best to be understand, but i also have to think about myself. it’s like if we don’t do things together anymore because of work, then why are we together? i’m not going to be like “work or me.” i’ll just make the decision for him.

send me an anime character and i’ll say why i wouldn’t date them. 👩🏾‍💻