Saw This On Twitter Rn, If You Ever Feel Discouraged About Writing Fanfiction, Read This Again

Kenma always volunteered to take the night shift with your little one.

You really didn’t mind, it was good to know that when your newborn baby would stir and cry in the middle of the night, that he was more than willing to tend to her littlest needs and biggest cries.

You had teased him, once or thrice, about this just being a cover so he could play his game all hours of the night without any scolding from you or his best friend, hiding it under a fatherly deed. Which he’d roll his eyes with a small blush and shake his head at “‘s not true, babe.”

Really, it was so he could be here like this.

Tiny hands reached up to grab at his blue-light glasses in intrigued, causing Kenma’s face to scrunch up dramatically, “yeah, I know, they were the last ones on the shelf, I already hear it from Uncle K, I don’t need to hear it from you.”

The infant merely blinks up at him. Kenma knows, deep down, that she can’t hear him, she won’t even remember the glasses that sit on the bridge of his nose come the age of two. But there’s a small part of his exhausted, imaginative brain that does convince him that she hears her dad’s gentle teasing; finds it amusing, even.

His thoughts are cut off by the sounds of her little mouth letting out strangely aggressive grunts, and Kenma can only innocently snicker at the sounds. Then, he remembers what they mean, and his face drops back down.

“Are you really popping on me?” He asks, a hand rubbing her belly. “Seriously? You couldn’t have saved that for your other parent? No no, they give you your bottle, so I get the aftermath.”

With that, he rises to his feet to bring her to the changing table, changing her diaper with only a few comments here and there- “no, seriously, how does something so small-?” and “you know, I’m doing this for you, so you better do it for me when I’m old and in diapers.”- but there’s nothing more Kenma would rather be doing. It’s his baby, his little miracle, and for all the months he feared his paternal instinct wouldn’t kick in, they were worth it when his little girl looks up at him and lets out a single, breathy laugh, and he stiffens up.

It was her first giggle.

Tears heat up the corner of his eyes and he picks his now clean baby off of the table, “y-you just laughed- oh my god, you just- you just laughed for me!”

And this is why, he thinks to himself. This is why he spends all night watching and tending to her; he doesn’t want to miss a thing when he’s at work. These are moments he’ll never get back, these small, little things that she’ll never knew even happened, but he’ll remember until the day he dies.

“I knew you thought I was funny.”

spotify ads are so annoying and the fact that they know they're annoying makes me even more annoyed

genuinely need some toge inumaki fics like... someone pls feed me🙏

listen, advice is a great album ... taemin is super talented and amazing and the songs are absolute bangers ... but 2021 was not done ... go listen to moon and back by bloo

told this to my sister and she goes -

sister: how tf did that even happen tho? was he like *imitates being on the phone* watashi wa justin beiber desu

me: *cackles*

okay,

BUT TOKYO REVENGERS IS HAVING A COLLAB WITH JUSTIN BIEBER AND THE KID LAROI TO PRODUCE A LYRIC VIDEO ABOUT THE SONG “STAY” ASDFGHKLÑ

In this tweet you could find all the info and a little sneak peak of the video.

I do the same thing I told you that I never would I told you I’d change, even when I knew I never could Know that I can’t find nobody else as good as you I need you to stay, need you to stay.

Hell yeah, that song screams “Mikey”

now whenever i sing or even hear amazing grace, all im gonna be thinking about is me in a dark blue dress, singing to an audience that i bribed, wiping them out of existence while deteriorating my enemie’s confidence

no YOU are crying about the fact that mikey gave himself the foreign nickname so that emma would not be the only one

me: *tries to do the miroh dance*

also me: *hits myself in the eye*

wanna know how introverted my family is?

my mom and my sister both ran away when the doorbell rang, leaving me to answer the door to the guests we were aware would arrive at our house

having siblings is knowing the best places to hide your snacks because you dont want to share it with that gremlin