Sit On His Face So He Can’t See Other Girls

*staring at my laptop* so very rude that a chapter isn’t writing itself. like what are you expecting me to do to get the next part of my fic done? actually using my fingers to type out words again? the audacity.

the only time i wanna read the words 'you gave birth' is in fanfics

aiku ... baby, i was rooting for you

i am currently reading tokyo ghoul and listeningg to hadal ahebak ... 

Hiding bakugo's hearing aid batteries whenever you're pissed off at him. "Oh, you don't wanna listen to me? thats fine listen to nothing then"

“Nine months,” Caleb murmured, staring at the tiny baby in his arms. His baby. Their baby. His eyes were shining with awe—but his voice carried a hint of betrayal. “Nine months inside your mom’s womb… only to come out looking exactly like me.”

You rolled your eyes, the corner of your lips curling up into a soft smile. Your attention remained fixed on the minimally interesting documentary playing on the TV. “Good job, baby.”

“Good job?” He continued to pace in circles while cradling the baby. Caleb ran a finger along his son’s cheek, gently poking it, amazed by how soft and chubby it was. “It’s not that I don’t like him—he’s cute, and I love him. But I wanted a mini-you running around the house, giving me headaches. Instead, I replicated myself.”

“Yeah, sometimes genetics do that.” You replied, starting to feel a little sorry for your husband. “Besides, he hasn’t even turned one month old yet, maybe he’ll pick up my personality or some other trait of mine?”

Caleb sat down next to you, careful not to disturb the pillows surrounding you. “You think?” He spoke a little too loudly, then flinched as he felt the baby stir, waking up. Slowly, his tiny eyelids fluttered open, granting his dad a glimpse of his purple irises.

There was a long silence between you, the only sound being the narrator’s voice echoing through the room.

You took a deep breath, trying to suppress a laugh. Caleb held one of the baby’s tiny hands, attempting to entertain him. “Your genes didn’t even try…”

(Note: creators spell certain words differently to avoid being censored by tiktok.)

my self esteem so low i dont even think im good enough for my favorite fictional characters

i got a perfect match with azula on the mbti chemistry thing and bitch!!??? if that doesn't say anything about my mental health idk what will