#Mini Nightlight

[minimagicnook]

This mini vintage nightlight features a minimalist yet charming retro design. The base is equipped with a convenient switch and designed with a safe, smoke-free simulation, ensuring both safety and endless romantic ambiance. Perfect for decorating your cozy little home or adding a unique touch to your booknook, this nightlight brings a sense of nostalgia and warmth. Its simple design feels like a beautiful journey back in time, making it an irresistible addition to any home or study space, radiating warmth and vintage charm. Truly a must-have for anyone who appreciates exquisite, functional decor.

[toxicityriot]

Getting pinged for Stupid shit posts from Discord be like

This is the most serious shit I've done /j

[sergeantsarga]

Dr Light has some sort of rizz that I want bc how tf he pull a bad bitch like Hypno

I am also convinced that Sarge is a little bit gay for Thomas or that Sarge and Thomas were in a relationship in the past

Also, Mini seems kinda queer too lol

[kingofmyborrowedheart]

Stupid invention I just thought of: A Jeff Probst Candle Snuffer.

[saja-boys]

I have a scenario/headcanon request that go hand in hand.

What would nap time with the guys be like and what are their bedrooms like?

Nap Time with the Saja Boys separately and together in the end

Jinu – The Leader

Room Aesthetic:

Sleek and minimalistic. Black walls with subtle gold trim.

Incense always burning. A huge window with blackout curtains.

Framed photos of the group + a secret sketchbook on his desk (he draws when stressed).

Plush lion on his bed that he swears isn’t his (it is).

Nap Vibe:

He always insists he doesn’t nap—then passes out sitting up.

You’ll find him reading or meditating then slumped over within 10 minutes.

His bed is surprisingly soft like memory foam hugging you from all angles.

If you lie next to him he’ll pull a blanket over you like it’s no big deal but he’s quietly pleased.

Bonus: Wakes up pretending nothing happened you drooled on my arm he lies.

Abby – The Musclehead

Room Aesthetic:

Gym gear EVERYWHERE. Dumbbells as doorstops posters of martial arts legends.

A mini fridge stocked with protein drinks.

Surprisingly soft lighting warm amber tones.

Giant beanbag he sometimes naps in instead of the bed.

Nap Vibe:

Refuses to nap unless you literally make him.

Once he’s down he’s OUT Heavy sleeper you could summon a ghost and he wouldn’t flinch.

Loves it if you fall asleep on his chest he calls it weighted blanket training.

Snore just a little but it’s comforting.

Bonus: Will carry you bridal style to the couch if you fall asleep somewhere unsafe like the floor

Mystery – The Enigma

Room Aesthetic:

Gothic meets neon black walls violet LED strips lots of mirrors.

A record player with old jazz and soul albums.

Tarot cards scattered everywhere no one knows if he’s joking or serious.

Smells like sandalwood and secrets.

Nap Vibe:

He naps upside down across the bed like a vampire.

Invites you to join him like it’s a sacred ritual. come we descend into the void together

Might whisper weird poetry before falling asleep.

Is 100% the type to wrap his tail if he had one around you in his sleep.

Bonus: You wake up and he’s staring at you dramatically you look peaceful like a haunted willow

Romance – The Drama King

Room Aesthetic:

Pink and red plush velvet flower petals in a bowl.

Candles EVERYWHERE If it looks like a fire hazard it’s Romance’s room.

Love letters to himself on the wall amirror shrine.

Bed shaped like a heart maybe we don’t ask.

Nap Vibe:

Demands nap cuddles has Nap Playlist #3 For Spoon Mood ready.

Hugs you like a stuffed animal the moment you lie down.

Talks in his sleep says things like yes I am the moment

Overdramatic if you wake up before him: You abandoned me to dreams.

Bonus: Will fake sleep just to make you stay longer

Baby – The Quiet One (But Chaos Hidden)

Room Aesthetic:

Posters of anime scattered plushies and LED stars on the ceiling.

Gaming console always on standby a nightlight shaped like a cat.

Small cozy and feels like a blanket fort.

Scent: something like lavender and mystery sugar cereal.

Nap Vibe:

Loves naps will nap anywhere.

Will pull you into bed like come on just 10 mins and it turns into 2 hours

Has like 4 pillows and insists you pick a vibe matching one.

Likes when you nap side by side hands touching just slightly.

Bonus: When he wakes up first he takes pictures of you with silly filters his phone is full of sleepy selfies with you.

Group Nap Time

If you fall asleep in the common room:

Romance brings the softest blanket.

Mystery dims the lights with a snap.

Abby props a pillow under your head like a bouncer guarding your dreams.

Jinu sits next to you with a book keeping quiet.

Baby snuggles next to you already half asleep.

They may be demon but even death messengers need a nap and with you It’s the one time they all feel human.

[vanteguccir]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤEASTER SPECIAL: PAW PRINTS * MATT STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　Where Matt and Y/N spend the early hours of Easter creating baby powder bunny prints on the living room floor and biting into carrots, just to make sure their daughter has the best Easter morning.

FEATURING　dad!Matt Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　no.

WARNINGS　::　none.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

A/N²: Happy easter to everyone who commemorates it 🤍✨️

1:07 AM - Sunday, April 20th

The house was finally quiet.

Well... mostly.

Y/N slowly tiptoed down the stairs, one hand on the wall to steady herself in the dim, cozy glow of the hallway nightlight. Her sock-covered feet barely made a sound on the steps, the wood creaking only the tiniest bit under her weight.

She took it slow - real slow - because she’d just spent the last thirty minutes doing the most exhausting, soul-sucking, patience-testing thing known to parents, putting a toddler to sleep.

And not just any toddler. Their toddler. Three years old. Full of personality. With curls that never stay tamed and a voice that could rival a megaphone at bedtime.

But she was finally asleep.

After four stories, two songs, a stuffed bunny hunt, and one mini meltdown about how she "NEEDED her sparkly Easter socks or the bunny would skip their house".

Y/N was drained.

But as she reached the last step, her tired eyes blinked, adjusting to the soft light of the living room, and what she saw instantly erased all of her exhaustion.

There, standing on the hardwood floor, was Matt.

Messy brown curls flopping down into his eyes. His favorite red sweater - that she was 99% sure had been balled up on the laundry chair an hour ago - now pulled over his tall frame, wrinkled and crooked at the collar like he’d thrown it on in the dark. His black sweatpants hung low on his hips, one leg slightly tucked into his sock without him even noticing.

He looked so sleepy.

Like, painfully sleepy. Eyes heavy. Shoulders low. But he was moving around with purpose, his hands busy with a bottle of their daughter’s baby powder, a half-eaten carrot, and the softest little bunny ear headband looped around his wrist.

Y/N squinted.

"Matt?" She whispered, barely above a breath.

He jumped a little and spun around with big blue eyes like he’d been caught breaking into his own house.

"Shit- you scared me, angel." He whispered back, his voice all raspy and deep and tired.

"What... what are you doing?" She asked, tiptoeing closer, trying not to laugh.

Matt looked down at his hands, then at the floor in front of him. There was a perfect trail of tiny powdery bunny prints starting at the kitchen door, leading all the way toward the couch. Some were tilted like the bunny had hopped, some overlapped like it got excited. He had obviously made them with his own feet and hands, dipped in powder.

"I’m... making evidence." He shrugged.

Y/N tilted her head.

"Evidence?"

"That the bunny was here." Matt said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, holding up the carrot like a prop. "She’s gonna freak out when she sees it. You think it looks real?"

Y/N blinked at the mess on the floor. The powdery mess. His hands were literally coated in white. So were his feet. His sweater had smudges, too. His hair was sticking up in four directions. And yet, she felt her heart melt right into the floor.

"You stayed up for this?"

Matt nodded slowly.

"Yeah. I mean... she’s been talking about it all week. I told her the Easter Bunny leaves footprints. You should’ve seen her face when I said that. I couldn’t-" He yawned mid-sentence. "I couldn’t let her wake up and not find anything."

Y/N smiled, her eyes softening. She walked over and gently grabbed the carrot from his hand, inspecting the bite marks in it.

"Did you really nibble it?"

Matt looked mildly offended.

"Duh. You think the bunny would leave a full carrot behind?"

She snorted, covering her mouth to avoid waking their daughter.

"You’re such a dork."

"You married this dork." He mumbled sleepily, stepping in baby powder again and crouching down to press another bunny paw onto the floor.

"I did." She whispered, crouching beside him. "And I’d do it again. Especially if I knew you’d look this cute at 1am while preparing our house for Easter morning."

He glanced at her sideways.

"You think this is cute?"

Y/N reached up and gently brushed some powder off his cheek, smiling with the little scrunch his nose instantly created.

"Absolutely. You look like the world's most exhausted Easter Bunny."

Matt leaned in closer, nose almost brushing hers.

"Might be. Definitely the hottest one, though."

She giggled, giving him a quick kiss on the tip of his nose before sitting back on her heels.

"Okay, lemmd help. Gimme the powder."

It didn't take any second thought from Matt. The next minute, they were both sitting cross-legged on the floor, whispering quietly about their day, dipping their hands and feet into the baby powder and making more tracks. Matt would press one paw down, and Y/N would do the next.

At one point, Matt reached over and smeared powder across her forearm, and she gasped like she'd always do when he threw snowballs at her on winter mornings.

"You wanna start a war?" She whispered playfully.

"Oh, don’t threaten me with a good time." He grinned.

They were careful. Matching the spacing, tilting the paws slightly, even leaving a few little white "fur" smudges on the baseboards like the bunny had rubbed against them.

They placed her Easter basket beside the couch, overflowing with chocolate, candy, plushies, and one little sparkly egg with a note tucked inside that read:

"Thanks for the socks. I love them.

Hoppy Easter!

- Mr. Bunny"

By the time they were done, Matt had powder on his neck, Y/N’s black leggings were speckled white, and the kitchen smelled like baby lotion. They stood in the middle of their living room at 1:38am, looking down at the chaos they created like two kids who just got away with something.

"She’s gonna scream when she sees this." Y/N whispered.

Matt wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his side.

"She definitely will."

Y/N looked up at him, and he looked down at her with the most soft eyes, a sleepy smile taking over him pink lips.

Matt reached out and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

"You did good today." He murmured.

"So did you."

He pressed a kiss to her lips, heavy eyelashes brushing against her cheekbone.

"Let’s go to bed before she wakes up at 6am and demands chocolate for breakfast."

Y/N groaned, already dreading it.

"Please, no. I need, like, five more hours of sleep, or I’ll turn into a ficking villain bunny."

"Too late." Matt grinned, guiding her toward the stairs. "You already married me. That makes you the main character and the villain."

"Shut up, Easter Bunny."

They walked up the stairs holding hands, powdery footprints behind them, and carrot crumbs on the floor.

7:12 AM - Easter Morning

"Mommy!"

"Daddy!!"

"MOMMY DADDY COME LOOK!!"

Y/N jolted awake first, instinctively reaching across the bed to Matt, who was already halfway sitting up, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

"Was that her?" He mumbled, voice thick and scratchy with sleep, fingernails scratching his beard covered jaw.

Y/N blinked.

"She’s... shouting?"

Before either of them could fully process it, their daughter burst through the bedroom door with a slam, her tiny pink pajama set covered in glittery bunnies and one sock halfway off her foot. Her curls were a disaster. Her face was glowing.

"HE CAME!" She screamed, full volume, absolutely breathless.

Matt sat up straighter.

"Who came?!"

"THE BUNNY!" She shrieked, bouncing in place like her little body couldn’t physically contain the excitement. "THE EASTER BUNNY! HE WAS HERE! HE WAS HERE, DADDY!"

Y/N pressed a hand to her chest, trying not to laugh, feeling her heart melt with the genuine smile on her daughter's face.

"What?? Baby, what do you mean?"

"There’s FOOTPRINTS!!" She gasped, eyes so wide they barely blinked. "And a carrot with BITES! And a note! And he said thank you for my socks! HE KNEW I gave him the socks! He actually KNEW!"

Matt dramatically gasped.

"No way."

"Yes way! Come see! Come see right now! I didn’t even open my basket yet ‘cause I needed you to see the proof first!" She yelled like it was an emergency.

Matt threw the blanket off with fake panic.

"Okay, okay, okay! We’re coming!"

Y/N was already getting out of bed, tying her soft beige robe around her waist, trying not to laugh as their daughter literally sprinted out of the room again. Her little feet slapped the floor with speed that didn’t match her size.

"IT’S REAL! I TOLD YOU IT’S REAL! I’M GONNA DIE!!"

Matt looked at Y/N, eyes half-closed, hair a mess.

"She said she’s gonna die."

Y/N bit her lip, grinning.

"You made her whole universe."

Matt walked to her with gentle steps and kissed her cheek, his beard tickling her soft skin.

"We made it."

They followed the giggles and gasps downstairs.

And there she was. Standing in the middle of the living room. Hands in the air. Eyes sparkling. One finger pointing at the powdery footprints and the messy trail leading to the half-nibbled carrot beside the basket.

"LOOK!" She shouted, turning to face them with her arms out like she had just discovered treasure. "LOOK WHAT HE DID! HE HOPPED RIGHT THROUGH OUR HOUSE! AND THEN HE ATE THE CARROT! DADDY, HE ATE IT!!"

Matt gasped again and dropped to his knees beside the scene, his legs cracking with the movement.

"This is some serious bunny activity."

"I know!!" She yelled, practically vibrating. "He even LET IT ON THE WALLS! That means he was REAL FLUFFY!"

Y/N knelt beside them both, brushing hair out of her daughter’s face and smiling so big her cheeks hurt.

"And he left you something too, huh?"

Her daughter’s eyes widened all over again, and she spun toward the basket.

"MY BASKET!!"

She tore into it like her life depended on it, candy flying, plushies squeaked, glitter eggs cracked open. But the loudest gasp came when she saw the note inside the shiny sparkly egg.

She clutched it like it was a signed autograph.

"He WROTE TO ME! With his paw-hands! Bunnies don’t even write, but he DID!"

Matt dramatically leaned in.

"He must’ve learned just for you."

Her eyes filled with wonder.

And then, with her curls bouncing and her whole body shaking with joy, she launched herself at Matt, wrapping her arms around his neck so tight he almost tipped backward.

"Thank you, daddy." She whispered.

Matt blinked.

"What?"

She looked up at him with a shy, soft smile.

"I know you helped him create this big, big plan. You're his bestest friend, right?"

Y/N's heart squeezed.

Matt pulled her in close and kissed the top of her head.

"Maybe. Maybe not. Bunnies never tell."

Y/N scooted close and wrapped her arms around both of them.

"We need to call uncle Nick and uncle Chris!"

© vanteguccir

[peachbumms]

Gloomy mischief ꩜ .ᐟ

It's finally done!!!! A total of 26 Gloomy Bear inspired cc is finished!

10 CAS Items

Gloomy Cardi N Tank ~ 4 Swatches Gloomy T-shirt Dress ~ 3 Swatches Gloomie Beanie ~ 1 Swatch GloomyBear Headphones Neck & Head ~ 1 Swatch each Gloomy Vest ~ 1 Swatch Gloomy Crossbody Bag ~ 4 Swatches GloomyBear Legwarmers ~ 1 Swatch Gloomy Croptop ~ 7 Swatches Hanyō Usagi Pal ~ 4 Swatches

16 BUILD N BUY ITEMS

GloomyBear Bedframe ~ 2 Swatches GloomyBear Lamp ~ 2 Swatches GloomyBear Hairdryer ~ 2 Swatches Gloomy Posters ~ 13 Swatches GloomyBear Desk ~1 Swatch GloomyBear Pillows ~ 8 Swatches GloomyBear Nightlight ~ 1 Swatch GloomyBear Mini Chair ~ 1 Swatch Hanyō Usagi Chair ~ 1 Swatch Chunky Gloomybear Plush ~ 1 Swatch Gloomy Bikini ~ 1 Swatch GloomyBear Rug ~ 1 Swatch GloomyBear CrossBody Bag DECO ~ 4 Swatches Hanyō Usagi Plush ~ 4 Swatches GloomyBear Dresser ~ 2 Swatches GloomyBear Single Bedframe ~ 1 Swatch

[fidenciocryptidcreechur]

Date Everything x twst would be actual hell

Just cause of their personalities

Like Azul trying to blackmail you into upgrading whatever object he is or whatever room he's in

Idk what everyone should be

Sebek and silver are doors/gates. Sebek gates and doors creak loudly no matter how much you fuss with his hinges (he's yelling reports at you and trying to check in very loudly). Silver gates and doors sometimes stick (he fell asleep)

Lilia should be a nightlight. He's comforting and makes sure your path at night is lit although anyone he doesn't like gets spooked by the flickering and shadows (he's trying to scare them)

Malleus is an electrical breaker or generator (something that's not checked on much but powerful)

Riddle is various tea sets and coffee sets, fussy about placement and what cup you should use so you don't mix your coffee and tea cups and ruin the flavors

Trey is set of baking pans, and measuring cups

Ace is compromised of various sets of cards (various ones like poker, uno, card games)

Deuce is a bike and bike lock chain set. He demands you ride him and doesn't initially get why that makes you laugh/startle (begs and whines at you really cause he just misses the days you both used to go on rides together, though initially he's upset and demanding also unlike the other objects he's not as privy to the more intimate goings on of humans since he's a bike that usually stays outside or in the entryway)

Cater is your phone and has many many suggestions on what phone case he would prefer.

Vil, makeup sets or maybe the mirror?? I guess a combo of mirror and stuff in mirror cabinet.

Rook, telescope and binoculars, he's got all the gossip.

Epel, mini hand farming tool set, like some trowels, mini shovels and hand rakes, a gardening knife

Leona, something like a chess set and checker set,

Jack, water can and planting pots, set of cacti/succulents

Ruggie, i kinda want him to be a handheld vacuum, used for odd jobs and a penchant for finding every damn penny plus does a crack job at cleaning up crumbs in the kitchen

Jamil, idk why but i kinda want him to be a wallet, a snazzy leather wallet maybe?????? Idk i want him to be something that "protects" wealth and goes through a lot of wear and tear but is integral to keeping things organized and together. So again, leather wallet. Cause also if they break they get tossed out, to be replaced by the next

Kalim Al Asim is a set of shinies???? Idk i was imagining him something decorative but that at one point used to be something???? Like a set of coins? Brilliant but not feasible in day to day though had their place and can still have their place just not in day to day stuff????? So maybe thrifted shinies like a set of lucky coins.

Actually no Kalim is a set of lucky coins carried in the wallet and set on a chain or something. They keep slipping out of the wallet so they're attached to a little key chain to the wallet. Jamil finds this extremely annoying and thinks you're overly sentimental to keep the coins (he wonders if you will keep him out of sentimental value or if he's gonna get thrown out if he breaks from the wear and tear. He hopes you'll feel attached..)

Azul is a paper shredder who keeps up with all the details of what was shredded. He's got gossip sure but also he knows details of most stuff. He's mostly complaining about the copious amounts of spam and scam. He also keeps up with a lot of legalese

Floyd and jade????? Idk???? Something themed ??????? Kinda blank on them.... I almost want them to be decor. Just cause. One of them is a eel themed bathroom scrubby/toy and the other is an eel garden decor. Jade is the eel garden decor. He annoys Jack. Floyd is the scrubby toy. Floyd enjoys being slung around, it's his Enrichment. Jade has suggestions on what you should grow next as well as reports on any happenings in the pots.

Idia is your laptop/computer

Ortho is the modem and router

Grim is a thrifted dog toy you got and he's adamant he's the bestest and strongest plushie (he's adamant that he's human plushie NOT A DOG TOY- he's scared of being a dog toy). Likes staying on the bed next to you. Falls off the bed and claims he just wanted to patrol and no he didn't get knocked over cause he's a very very tough plushie but also gets upset if you don't pick him up fast enough and gets sad

I'm thinking most don't mind the house owner per se notably before but are super super messy with each other

Idk about the staff

Trein is a set of books

Sam is some really really cool dice and tarot cards

Crewel is big fluffy coat

Crowley is a wonky clock

The dateviaters are just the magic mirror telling yuu the run down for everyone, basically gives them the info as the player gets it. Introducing them, giving core info like names, type and "magic" (idk maybe more like charge and how often they each talk to you)

More to be added, any suggestions welcome cause my brain died somewhere along the way

Edit: Crowley isn't the dateviaters because i don't want the bird man perched on your face while you go about your day trying to talk to people. Also he would make more sense as someone already a part of the dynamic and not a newcomer like the glasses. Although in this regard grim might be better. I just think the magic mirror being the glasses, a liaison that basically introduces you to a whole new world was a better correlation/analogue

[amethystarachnid]

A drabble of grumpy stark and clingy & funny af y/n please?

much love! 💞

GRUMPY TONY STARK WITH A FLIRTY READER - A Drabble

You steal his wrench mid-tinker. He glares. You wink. “Trade you for my number.” He snatches it back. “I already have it.” “Then why aren’t you using it?”

“Stop humming.” Tony grumbles over his coffee. You lean in, lips brushing his ear. “Make me.” He shoves a donut in your mouth. “Temporary fix.”

You blow him a kiss during a meeting. He deadpans. “This is serious.” “So are my lips. Wanna see?”

“You’re distracting me.” “From what? Your brooding?” You plop onto his lap.

“JARVIS, lock her out.” “Afraid I can’t do that, sir. She bribed me with cat videos.” You smirk. “AI’s got taste.” Tony groans. “Traitor.”

He catches you doodling hearts on his blueprints. “Vandal.” You bat your lashes. “Artist.” “Same thing.” “Then arrest me.” He mutters. “Tempting.”

And once you tow get together...

Tony claims he doesn’t cuddle. Yet every morning, you wake up with his arm slung over your waist like a possessive octopus. "This is a security measure," he grumbles. "You steal blankets."

Movie night. You pick a rom-com. He groans. "I’d rather rebuild an engine blindfolded." Ten minutes in, he’s critiquing the science. You kiss him mid-rant. "Still talking?" He shuts up.

You wear his MIT hoodie. He tries to act annoyed. "That’s vintage." You spin. "Looks better on me." He tugs you closer. "Debatable." Then steals it back—only to hand it to you the next day.

"Stop leaving Post-its on my suits." You grin. "Or what?" He pulls one off the Iron Man armor—"Kissed by the best <3"—and smirks. "I’m charging you for vandalism. Payment due in kisses."

"Tony. Tony. Tony." "What." "Love you." He sighs. "I was this close to a breakthrough." You poke his cheek. "Breakthrough this: say it back." "...Love you. Now go away." (You don’t.)

He buys you ridiculous gifts—a mini arc reactor nightlight, a coffee mug that says "Stark’s Favorite Distraction." You tease him. "Sentimental much?" He scoffs. "Tax write-offs." (The blush says otherwise.)

You dance in the kitchen. He pretends to hate it. Then his hands slide to your hips. "Fine. One song." FRIDAY "accidentally" loops it. He doesn’t complain.

Press asks about his "mysterious girlfriend." He deadpans. "She’s a menace." You wave at cameras behind him. "Hi, I’m the menace!" He drags you away—but not before you see his smirk.

[rafeslittlepup]

What does bunnywife!readers afternoon-night routine look like as a mom of 4?

-🧁

3:00 pm – school pickup and snackies

she picks up jamie and rosie from their little private school in her white g-wagon. the wind in matching bugaboo strollers. as soon as they get home, they eat sliced banana in little hearts, organic yogurt pouches and homemade mini muffins.

4:00 pm – homework and playtime

jamie does his little phonics workbook while rosie shows off her “art homework” (she just glued glitter onto a leaf). bunnywife helps while feeding the twins mashed sweet potatoes. then it’s outside to the backyard, she watches them play from the porch, sipping a peach lacroix with a pink straw.

5:00 pm – bath time

the twins go in first, splashing in their little tub while she sings softly and does bedtime baby massages with lavender lotion. then she draws rosie a bubble bath and lets her choose a “bath bomb”. jamie is more of a “quick shower” kid but she still lays out his dinosaur pajamas.

6:00 pm – dinner time:

she sets the table while rafe walks in, shirt sleeves rolled up, kissing her before lifting jamie onto his lap. dinner is something like grass-fed ribeye and homemade pesto pasta. the twins have mushy versions in their high chairs. she always lights a scented candle for ambiance.

7:00 pm – wind-down:

the little bunnies get cozy in the playroom while bunnywife tidies the kitchen playing lana. then it’s storytime, rafe reads while she feeds one of the twins. it’s lullabies on the nursery speaker, kisses goodnight, nightlights on.

8:00 pm – mommy “me time”

she puts on her satin robe, washes her face (milk cleanser, rose toner, la mer cream), lights another candle, scrolls pinterest and checks her tiktok. rafe walks by, smirking like, “you tired, baby?” and depending on her answer, it’s either cuddle movie night or sex. she always ends the night with a prayer of gratitude and a check on the babies monitors.

[tobiosbbyghorl]

The Day Jihoon Came Early

Pairing: Husband!Sunghoon x Reader

mini series: Appa, always

The sun hadn’t even risen yet.

The air was still quiet. The city outside hadn’t fully woken, but your body had — painfully, suddenly — with a sharp twinge in your lower back that rolled straight into your core.

You sat up with a wince, blinking at the dim nightlight beside the bed.

“Hoon…” you whispered. Your voice was small, uncertain.

He stirred beside you, brow furrowed in a sleepy crease. “Hmm?”

“I think… I think I’m contracting.”

He blinked slowly. Then again. “Now?”

You nodded, hand gripping your belly. “It’s not strong yet but—ow, fuck—it’s there.”

He sat up like he’d been electrocuted. “Okay. Okay. Shit. Wait. No. Okay. Hospital bag—wait, we’re not due for another two weeks?!”

He was fully awake now. In only boxers and a ratty white t-shirt, Sunghoon leapt out of bed and immediately stubbed his toe on the side table.

“FUCK—sorry, sorry—are you okay? Should I call your OB? Wait—don’t move. Wait, move. Should you move?”

You laughed, despite the tension, watching him sprint in confused circles between the closet and the hospital bag by the door.

“Babe,” you groaned through another cramp, “we had one job.”

The ride to the hospital was a blur of streetlights, muffled moans, and Sunghoon gripping the steering wheel like it might fall off.

“Just breathe, love. Breathe—do it with me, okay? One, two—”

“I swear to God if you tell me to breathe one more time—”

“Copy. Not breathing. I’m shutting up. I’m just driving. We’re almost there, I swear.”

You were barely settled into the hospital bed when your OB, Dr. Seo, arrived with a warm smile and calm voice.

“She’s early, but she’s ready,” the doctor said. “You’re already five centimeters.”

Sunghoon looked like he was about to cry.

“Five? Out of… how many?!”

“Ten.”

“Oh my God,” he whispered, staring at your belly like it betrayed him. “We didn’t even install the car seat.”

You reached out, grabbed his hand. “Hey. Focus. Look at me.”

He did.

His eyes were full of fear, but under it—love. Pure, trembling love.

“You got me?” you whispered.

He squeezed your hand. “Always.”

Hours passed in a haze of sweat, sharp pain, and focused breathing.

You cursed a lot. He apologized for existing at least three times. At one point, you yelled at him for breathing too loudly, and he just nodded and said, “Sorry, I’ll try to suffocate more quietly.”

But he never left your side.

He held your hand through every contraction, rubbed your back when your whole body trembled, whispered over and over:

“You’re doing so well, baby. You’re so strong. I’ve never loved you more.”

It was past 3AM when the doctor finally said, “Okay, Mama. One more push.”

Sunghoon was next to you, mask slightly crooked, hospital gown wrinkled, eyes wide and wet.

“You’ve got this, love,” he said, pressing his forehead to yours.

You took a deep breath.

Pushed.

And then—

A sound filled the room.

Jihoon’s first cry.

It was small, crackling, like a new violin learning its strings. But it was the most beautiful noise you had ever heard.

You sobbed.

Sunghoon did too.

“She’s here,” you cried. “Oh my God.”

The nurse placed her on your chest — warm, wrinkly, perfect — and Sunghoon just stood there frozen, like he’d forgotten how to breathe again.

You looked up at him.

“Do you wanna hold her?” you whispered.

He nodded.

The nurse guided him, gently tucking your baby into his trembling arms.

Sunghoon stared down at her, lips parted, hands cradling her like she was made of light.

“Hi,” he whispered, voice cracked open. “I’m Appa. We’ve been waiting for you, Jihoonie.”

The baby squirmed, blinked once, and settled into his chest like it was already home.

He kissed her forehead. Then looked at you, eyes red but glowing.

“You did it,” he whispered. “You brought her home.”

You reached out, brushing your fingers over his wrist, over her tiny arm. “We did.”

They moved you both into a private recovery room. Jihoon lay swaddled between you in her hospital crib.

Sunghoon didn’t sleep.

He just sat beside you, one hand resting lightly on the bassinet, as if afraid the moment would vanish if he blinked.

At one point, you caught him whispering again.

“I hope she looks like you,” he murmured. “You’re everything I’d ever want her to be.”

You half-slept through it. But you heard enough.

And you smiled, even in your exhaustion.

Because you were someone’s mother now.

And Sunghoon — your soft, chaotic, forever steady husband — was her father.

And she was early.

But so, so right on time.

TOBIOSBBYGHORL 2025

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[toxicityriot]

Sometimes there are survivors of war

And sometimes those survivors get "dropped off" at your front door by your boss

Close ups of the rascals and some info dumping under the cut

Roadrunner is a Cy-ote (cyber coyote) mini cassette that specializes with jamming radio frequencies with her antenna on her shoulders

Kestrel is a wyvern mini cassette is the quietest of the cassettes but with a nasty flame breath that sticks to whatever is in her path thanks to spitting highly flammable sticky oil like fluids.

Jerboa has many complaints to give when it comes to getting her paint dirty or scratched. However, her greatest enemy are spiders.

Sidewinder is the self appointed leader of the cassettes with a bit of a sassy attitude to match. Her determination and bright spark often remind Noah of his late brother, Kris. Her and her siblings are the equivalent pre-teens/young teenagers.

Nightlight was the first to be found on an accidental search and rescue mission, the sparkling being presumably orphaned on Earth to save her life. The whereabouts of her Creators are unknown. She was left unnamed for about a month or so, nicknamed "lil Bird/Birdie" by Mirage due to her chirps, which sounded like birdsong.

Shortly after the passing of Kris and in a moment of extremely negative mourning and grief, Noah had disappeared off base, coming back with a new alt mode: an F-18 Superhornet. This Seeker phase stuck around for about a decade before he swapped back to a triple changer with a more modernized Dodge Challenger and Cessna 310 alt modes. Mirage shortly followed this change with time, modernizing his Porsche 911 as time went on until the GT3 RS.

[moonlight-alexia]

close to you | k.m./c.f.

katie mccabe x caitlin foord x child!reader | 2.9k | how your mammy's jersey's came to be on your wall and you asking caitlin to add hers next to your mammy's

ˏˋ°•*⁀ this is part of my new little starfish universe. this was the idea that started the thoughts of this whole universe tbh. i always thought this would be a cute little concept so i hope you all love it like i do

You didn’t like the dark, so your mammy got you a nightlight and made sure it was turned on and working every time before she went to bed. But she’d always wake up to you there in her bed.

You didn’t like the silence of the night, or the occasional creeks of the house, so your mammy got a little echo dot for your room. Connecting it with the house so she could make sure soft music was playing to drown out the noises of the house. But she’d still always wake up to you in her bed the next morning.

You were convinced that something scary was in your wardrobe or under your bed, so your mammy would check every night before she went to bed. But she’d always wake up to you crying out for her. When she took the doors off your wardrobe and added fairy lights to keep the dark areas light and when she still woke up to you either crying out for her or in her bed, she didn’t know what else to do.

Katie didn’t know when she let you sleeping in her bed become a habit but she knew that it was one that would be tough to break. She liked having you close, knowing you were safe if you were in her arms, but she knew that you had to try sleeping in your own bed before you were both too dependent on each other.

Having tried everything Katie could think of, she almost gave up temporarily on trying to get you to stay in your own room overnight. Almost, until you basically gave her the answer that she had needed.

Another morning you’d woken up in your mammy’s arms after sneaking into her bed during the night again, ‘Good morning my little starfish,’ Katie brushed your baby hairs out of your face, smiling down at you.

‘Mornin’ mammy,’ Your voice, small and soft, only just having woken up, you cuddled more into your mammy. Though you clung onto her when you felt Katie start to move you off of her. Your mammy laughed a little, you’d always do this thinking that you were able to keep her down and stop her from moving. You might be little but you always had this determination.

‘I like being close to you mammy,’ Your words continued to play in Katie’s mind while she continued to do your hair, until an idea finally appeared, her final attempt at getting you to stay in your own room overnight.

‘Which one’s would you like, starfish?’ Your mammy had laid out a few of her Ireland jerseys and some of her Arsenal jerseys in front of you.

It was a hard decision, because you liked all that had mammy’s name and number on them and all of them had that on them. Eventually you had decided on one Ireland and one Arsenal, the Arsenal jersey being from the recent season since they’d also given you your own mini Arsenal kit so that one you chose would match that.

The next day when you’d come home from spending the day with Beth, Viv and Myle, you hugged your mammy tightly, ‘Starfish, I’ve got a surprise for you,’

‘What is it mammy?’ Katie carried you to your bedroom, covering your eyes before you both entered the room. Your eyes widened when you saw your newly decorated walls with mammy’s jerseys, ‘Looks so cool,’ You wiggled out of Katie’s arms and climbed onto your bed to get a closer look.

‘Gotta be careful starfish, can look but don’t touch them,’ Katie was quick to say when she noticed your little hand reaching up to touch the frames that the jerseys were in, ‘Now, even while you sleep, I’ll always be close to you,’ Your mammy kneeled on the bed behind you, wrapping her arms around you.

‘I love you mammy,’ 

‘I love you starfish,’

Your mammy’s jerseys on the wall was the perfect solution to you sleeping in your own bed, though every now and then when you’d have a bad dream you’d still sneak in or cry out for her. But for most nights since you loved sleeping in your own room. 

The jerseys you had on your wall were quite important to you. Every night since their addition, you’d say goodnight to each one and look up at them while falling asleep. It gave you a sense of comfort that helped you each day and only because they are your mammy’s and she gave you that sense of comfort and safety normally each day.

It was always you and mammy and mammy’s friends. ‘It takes a village’ well your village was arsenal, you were being raised there. There wasn’t a day where your little self wasn’t running around with the arsenal girls. You didn’t have favourites but you did have those that you’d gravitate towards. 

Laia, Kyra and Vic would always keep up with your energy and pull you in to cause mischief around the training grounds. Beth, and Viv, had Myle and that was an instant win in your eyes. Caitlin, well Caitlin was your mammy’s best friend who was always around and then became your mammy’s best friend who was always at your house and now also stayed there.

Katie was worried about how you’d react to her relationship with Caitlin and how it might change the dynamic in the house, but she honestly had nothing to worry about. You’d been around Caitlin enough beforehand that she was a familiar presence in your life. 

Some moments were a bit rocky, but you and Caitlin eventually found your dynamic and Caitlin quickly became your ‘Caity’ as you called her. At first your mammy thought you’d learnt her name and started to call her that instead of mammy, ‘No mammy, Caity,’ You pointed towards Caitlin, ‘My Caity,’ You smiled and so did both Katie and Caitlin. Caitlin had become someone in your life, close to what your mammy was to you. 

Caitlin became part of your daily routine, part of your night routine. Both your mammy and your Caity would squeeze into your little bed with you, read you a little book before you’d say goodnight to them both along with the jerseys of course. After a little while, it felt like something was missing. You couldn’t figure it out, but you felt a bit of unease when they’d both leave you for the night. 

Though you continued to go about your days, that feeling that something was missing was easy to ignore during the day but at night it always crept back to the forefront of your mind. It wasn’t until you were skipping along following your mammy around the pitch after a match when you were looking around at some of the signs that the fans were holding.

‘...can I have your jersey?’ Was what you read on the sign. It felt like everything in your mind cleared and it all made sense. You were missing Caitlin’s jersey on your wall. When they’d both leave your room, you’d still be left with your mammy’s presence but you didn’t have Caitlin’s.

‘Mammy, I’m gonna go to Caity,’ You tugged on your mammy’s shirt so she’d let you go off by yourself over towards where Caitlin was interacting with fans.

‘Alright starfish, be safe and go straight there,’ You laughed loudly when your mammy picked you up and threw you in the air before catching you again, ‘Tell Caity I love her,’ A kiss on your forehead and you were set back on the ground making your way to Caitlin.

The fans made your appearance known to Caitlin before you did, turning around to watch you skip your way across the pitch to her. Smiling wide and instantly scooping you up into your arms, resting you on her hip, ‘My favourite little starfish,’ 

You smiled wide at Caitlin and gave a little wave to the fans that you were near. You liked the fans, they’d give you bracelets and want you to sign their things and they were always nice to you so you’d always be nice back to them. 

‘Caity,’ You turned your attention back to Caitlin, grabbing onto the front of her jersey a little, ‘Can I have this? I’ve got mammy’s but I need yours please,’ You gave her your best pout in the hopes it would persuade her to say yes in case she’d say no, even though she couldn’t say no to you, ‘Don’t tell mammy though!’ Your eyebrows furrowed together, a big frown on your face and the fans that overheard and saw the interaction promised to keep it to themselves.

Even though Caitlin would almost give you anything you wanted, she was still a little confused as to why you wanted her jersey, ‘Why do you want mine, starfish?’ Caitlin was still holding you on her hip, your head laying on her shoulder. You were getting tired, match days were always a big day for you, and cuddling more into Caitlin so she’d taken you both away from the fans and down the tunnel a little bit while you waited for Katie to join the two of you.

‘When you and mammy say goodnight, mammy still stays but you’re gone and I need both you and mammy with me,’ Caitlin was the one to help Katie put her jersey’s on your wall while listening to the story that led up to why Katie was doing this, so Caitlin wasn’t unfamiliar and connected what you were talking about. Your eyes had closed not long after you spoke, Caitlin’s never left you. Her eyes lighting up in a way that they only really do when she looks at you, though it was definitely a different kind of shine they held when looking at you. 

‘What’s got you so smiley?’ Katie smiled when she caught the sight of you and Caitlin, wrapping her arm around Caitlin’s waist and giving you a light kiss on your forehead not wanting to wake you up.

‘Just thinking of how much I love starfish,’ Caitlin spoke so softly and her eyes didn’t leave you. Letting out a soft, content sigh before looking at Katie, ‘And how much I love you,’ 

‘Such a charmer,’ Katie chuckled softly, a soft kiss shared between them before continuing to walk down to grab their things and yours as well, ‘I love both you and starfish too,’ 

A few days after that match it was just you and Caitlin at home while your mammy was out for the day. You were bouncing around holding the jersey that you’d asked Caitlin for the other day, the frames were all picked out and you couldn’t be more excited, ‘Got to pick a aus-aust,’ Your eyebrows scrunched together, if there was any word that would be your enemy it would be australia. Letting out a little huff you remembered what you’d learnt from Kyra when she noticed you struggling the first time saying it, ‘A straya one now!’ 

Caitlin let out a little laugh while muttering under her breath, ‘Spending too much time with Kyra,’ The attempt at mimicking their accents would never not be amusing on top of your already mixed accent, ‘What about this one starfish?’ Caitlin was holding up her jersey from the world cup, the match against Ireland.

You recognised the flag on the jersey, lifting your hand to hover your finger over it, ‘Mammy lost,’ As soon as you said that, Caitlin was instantly worried that she’d chosen the wrong one to suggest. Even though she thought it would be the perfect one since it was still connected to your mammy but also since you’re Irish and Caitlin’s Australian that it could display the connection between the two of you, ‘But Caity won. I love it, thank you Caity,’ You beamed, grabbing out for the jersey while jumping on top of Caitlin and wrapping your little arms around her.

Having both Caitlin’s Arsenal and Australia jersey’s in your arms, they were one step away from officially being placed on your wall. It took Caitlin a bit longer than it did Katie to put the jersey’s on the wall, being Caitlin’s only helper was you and your little arms wouldn’t reach. But you helped by getting distracted with everything in your room and talking Caitlin’s ear off with whatever new facts you’d learnt recently.

‘There we go!’ Caitlin took a step back, proud that she had managed to finally hang the jersey’s so they were level and not on a slight lean.

The first time you saw it all put together, nothing else could take your eyes away from it. In your heart you could feel that everything felt right now, the piece that was missing was finally found and put into place. You jumped up on your bed and lifted your hand up towards the frames, ‘Be careful starfish, you can look but don’t touch them. Want to keep you safe,’ Looking back at Caitlin, you smiled. Those were the same words your mammy said when she’d just put her jersey’s up. Caitlin was your Caity and you just knew she was going to be that for forever and you couldn’t be more happy to have her in your life.

‘Caity,’ You looked up at Caitlin’s jersey’s, ‘Mammy,’ Looking back at your mammy’s, ‘My Caity and my mammy,’ Caitlin smiled wide while looking at you, she didn’t know what she’d done to deserve to have this role in your life but she would always cherish it. In Caitlin’s eyes you were perfect. 

‘My starfish,’ You laughed loudly when Caitlin came up behind you and scooped you up into her arms, tickling your sides a little, ‘Forever going to be my little starfish,’ 

‘Even when I’m big and stronger than you and mammy?’ You held up your arm and tried to ‘flex’ just like you’d seen your mammy and Kyra do so many times around training, they’d even tried to teach you how to.

Caitlin laughed, you really were just a tiny Katie, ‘You could be a thousand times stronger than us and you’d still be our little starfish,’ Your nose scrunched up when Caitlin tapped it lightly.

‘I can’t wait for mammy to see,’ As if on cue you heard the jingle of keys in the front door and knew it was your mammy, ‘Mammy! C’mon Caity,’ You slid off Caitlin’s lap, grabbing a hold of her hand, dragging her to where your mammy had just walked through the door.

Like always your mammy knelt down and held out her arms for you to run into, picking you up and spinning you around. It was the same every time and every time it would make you giggle, ‘I missed my little starfish,’ Your mammy kissed your forehead gently, ‘And I missed you too,’ Katie, still holding you in her arms, leaned over towards Caitlin, giving her a little kiss. Even with it being a short kiss, they both still felt your little hands pushing at their faces.

‘No, no time for that,’ They both smiled and laughed, Caitlin knew you were excited to show your mammy the newest additions to your room. You were excited, you know your mammy would be happy to see. Caitlin was important in your life and you knew she was important to your mammy, ‘I got a surprise for you mammy,’ 

‘Oh? A surprise for me?’ Katie raised her eyebrows, holding you out a little so she could properly look at you. You gave her an enthusiastic head nod with a small ‘mhm’, gripping onto your mammy’s shirt, ‘Well I guess I can’t keep you waiting, unless,’ Katie dragged out her words, teasing you. You let out a small huff, ‘Just kidding starfish,’ 

‘Caity, cover mammy’s eyes!’ You exclaimed once your mammy placed you back on the ground. Katie rolled her eyes when she felt Caitlin cover them, you took hold of your mammy’s hand and led her to your bedroom, ‘1…2…3…now Caity!’

Following your instructions, Caitlin removed her hands, a soft and quick kiss on Katie’s cheek, ‘You’re going to love this,’ And Caitlin was right. There weren’t any words that could express just how much Katie loved the sight in front of her.

Katie loved the relationship you and Caitlin had grown to have, how you also saw Caitlin as an important part of your life. Your mammy listened to you, her eyes a little glossy but all from how much happiness she was feeling, while you told her exactly why you’d asked Caitlin for her jerseys. How the arsenal one matches both yours and your mammy’s, you did ask if you could have an arsenal jersey with your name and Caitlin’s number so you could wear that to the matches sometimes. 

Your mammy listened to every word you had to say and at the end she gave you the biggest hug you’d ever had before. Looking over Katie’s shoulder you signalled for Caitlin to join. Caitlin joined the two of you, wrapping her arms around you both, kissing both of your foreheads. The three of you were wrapped up in each other's embrace and in each other's love. There was no doubt that you weren’t loved.

‘My mammy, my Caity,’ You whispered out, cuddling further into the two of them. 

Katie and Caitlin looked at each other, then back at you, ‘Our little starfish,’

[rainylana]

“I don’t like the way I look.”

Eddie Munson x female reader

requested by anonymous

summary: your insecurities of your postpartum body finally come out.

warnings: postpartum, insecurities about the readers body, lots of tears, language, angst, eddie cries. i’m not a mother nor have i ever been pregnant, so i hope i did this justice.

You were one of those people who were extremely confident in their looks. You knew you were hot. You had hair girls were jealous of, and a figure, too. You had beautiful green eyes that looked gold in the sun. Pale skin that made your jaw line sharp and features prominent.

Eddie liked having you that way. He loved your confidence and everything about you. However the day you had your baby, it all changed. The nine months of pregnancy went by smoothly. You’d obviously put on an enormous amount of baby weight, but you had assumed you’d drop it once the baby was born. You weren’t, and no matter how little food you ate or how much exercise you did, you couldn’t get it off. Besides, you didn’t have time to really put in the work for dieting, not healthily, anyways. Not with a baby.

You loved your daughter. There was no question in that, but you couldn’t admit it to yourself, or anyone, that you now hated how you looked. You had a pouch in your belly that you’d never had before, the skin on your sides had turned to love handles, your legs still stolen. You cried yourself to sleep so many times during the night, watching your daughter sleep. Little Patricia Munson. Patty.

You were good at hiding it. Eddie had no suspicion of your struggles. Nobody did. Only you and the mirror.

Motherhood suited you. To Eddie and your friends, you were glowing. You were so good with your baby. You knew how to get her to calm down, to sleep peacefully through the night. Having a child was a new kind of love you never thought one person was capable of feeling. Eddie loved watching you with her, the way you held her and sang to her. He was absolutely mesmerized when you breastfed her.

You looked like you could do it all with a crown on top of your head, and nobody knew just how badly you were feeling.

Tonight was a particularly bad night and you had no idea why. You were sat in the rocking chair of Patty’s nursery, holding her in your arms and softly patting her. She’d been asleep for quiet some time, but you weren’t ready to put her down. It was almost one in the morning, and you knew Eddie would wake up soon and wonder where you were.

The room was dark, besides the Winnie the Pooh nightlight that illuminated an orange glow around the room, plastic stars stuck up on the ceiling for extra light.

You were humming lightly, your finger sweeping over her swirl of dark hair. She was only seven weeks old, and every day she looked more and more like Eddie. You didn’t think it was exactly fair, considering you were the one who carried her for nine months, but you couldn’t deny how cute it was having a mini Eddie in your arms.

You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, your voice breaking mid hum at the disapproving picture you received. Your face used to be so slim. And though it hadn’t changed dramatically as the rest of your body, you missed it what everything used to look like. You knew you should love your body, considering what it did to make little Patty, but you feared what Eddie thought of you now.

Sex with him hadn’t faltered or was forgotten. On the contrary. It had done nothing but flourish since you had your baby, but have the time you had to force yourself to cum, thinking nothing about the pleasure and only if he was judging you the way you judged yourself.

Soon enough, you heard the bed squeak in the other room and his feet hit the floor. You sniffled, wiping your stray tear quickly before he could find you.

His head of dark curls, white shirt and boxers decorating his body came wondering in the room, smiling sleepily when he quietly came over to you. You smiled up at him, puckering your lips for a kiss. He kissed you, then bent down to give his baby girl a soft kiss on the forehead. He tapped her little nose and grinned, chuckling softly.

You knew what he was thinking. I can’t believe she’s mine. You smiled, too.

He stifled a yawn and brought over the other rocking chair and sat in front of you, leaning back so he could get comfortable. “I’ll sit with her for awhile, darlin’. Why don’t you go to bed?”

“No.” You shook your head, smiling at him briefly. “I can’t sleep, anyways.”

Eddie thought this was when you were the most beautiful, holding his baby. You were both his babies. “I can’t believe she’s ours sometimes.” He admitted tiredly, trying to wake himself up. “I never thought I could love someone so small so much.”

“I know.” You nodded. “It’s scary sometimes.”

It was. Loving someone so much. You knew your life would be over if anything were to ever happen to her.

“I’d do anything for her.” Eddie said, his curls a pillow between his head and the wood of the rocking chair as he lay back comfortably watching the two of you.

“I know.” You said once again, full of emotion. You didn’t want to cry, but hearing Eddie talk about how much he loved her got you emotional, especially because you wondered if he loved you as much as he used to. “Me too.” A lone tear escaped your eye, rolling down your cheek and dropping onto your bare knee. It was so quick you hoped he hadn’t noticed it. You were wrong.

“Hey,” Eddie perked up. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing.” You sighed heavily. “I’m alright.”

“But you’re cryin’, angel.” He frowned, sitting up in his seat to lean over closer. “Are you alright?”

“Yes.” You gave a firm nod, but your voice broke, betraying what you had just said.

He gave you a look before glancing down at your daughter. “I think you’re tired, honey. Why don’t you-”

“I’m not tired.” You said firmly, looking up to him with glassy eyes. “I just want to be alone.”

He chalked it up to your hormones being out of control and nodded, offering a quiet ‘alright’ as he shut the nursery door behind him. You squeezed your eyes shut and let out a hushed sob, bringing Patty closer to your chest. You laid your head against her’s, giving her a crying kiss. She barely even stirred.

You weren’t as quiet as you thought you were, because Eddie was back within seconds, coming to squat down beside you and gently take the baby from your arms. He shushed her softly and placed her down in her crib before turning back to find you missing.

He found you outside on the porch, sobbing like you had a broken heart, arms crossed and holding your body like you’d break at any second. It was starting to sprinkle, but you didn’t care. You knew if you woke up Patty this late it would take you forever to get her back to sleep.

“Baby,” Eddie said sadly, coming up behind you. “What’s got you so upset?” He didn’t touch you, a hand only ghosting the fabric that covered your back.

“I’m fine.” You said through sobs, the air cold and bitter against your skin. You only had on a long t-shirt, but the trailer court had all turned in for the night. “Go back to bed.”

“No.” He shook his head. “Not without you.”

You huffed and rolled your eyes, wishing he could leave your pity party for you and you only. He wouldn’t understand how you were feeling, and worst off, maybe your fears were true. You didn’t want to know the truth. Did he still find you attractive? Did he still enjoy sex? Did he still love you as much even though you weren’t skinny?

“Eddie, please,” You turned around, tears running down your face, red and blotchy. “Go back to bed.”

He stared at you, frowning and brows knitted in concern. “You know I can’t do that. We made a promise, remember?”

Damn it. He always threw down that card.

After vecna, you both were broken shells of what you once used to be. Everyone was. You made him promise you he wouldn’t shut down. He had to talk when his heart was aching, and in return, you promised the same. You promised to talk when your heart ached, and right now, it was.

You sighed, nodding softly. You did remember, but that didn’t make it any easier to talk about. You quickly turned around to hide your fresh set of tears, biting your tongue. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“It might make you feel better.” He moved to stand directly beside you, leaning against the wood railing that was growing damp from the light rain. “Please, honey. Talk to me.”

You sniffled and looked away from his stare. “I’m scared of what you’ll say. I don’t know if I want the answer.”

“Answer to what?” He said confused. “Baby- just tell me, okay? I promise whatever it is, it’ll work itself out.”

But would it? Would you ever be as beautiful as you used to be? Would you ever be skinny, never have to worry about what you ate? That’s all you thought of now, worrying about what you put in your mouth. You were petrified of gaining more weight.

“I don’t like the way I look.” You finally said crying, looking over at him. “There, okay? I don’t like the way I look. I look in the mirror and I’m just disgusted with what I see.”

His eyes were wide. You had shocked him. His brows were creased and he opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

“I love Patty.” You sobbed. “But I hate what being pregnant did to me and I feel so guilty for feeling that way. I’m not beautiful anymore and I miss it.” Your voice broke deeply, crackling like tv static that couldn’t get a proper signal. “I don’t feel pretty for you and I’m scared that you think it too.”

“Okay, wait,” He’d heard enough, speaking quickly as he straightened himself taller. “I don’t- y/n, you’re talkin’ crazy.”

“Am I?” You retorted. “Because the mirror doesn’t lie, Eddie.” You stood your ground. You were right and Eddie wasn’t going to sweet talk you out of the truth. Facts were facts. “I’m not beautiful anymore and you know it. Stop lying to me!”

“Y/n, what the hell-” He backed away. “You’re putting words in my mouth. I’ve never said anything like that to you ever. Where is all of this coming from?” He shook his head in absolute disbelief, trying to be calm and rational to understand where you were coming from. A part of him wondered if it was just a hormonal, postpartum outburst, but your tears and attitude told him otherwise.

“You didn’t!” You snapped. “But you don’t have to. I know. I look at myself in the mirror every day and wonder if you’re attracted to me anymore. I don’t look like how I used to.” You were bawling, snot leaking from your nose and eyes bloodshot red. Your hair was starting to get wet from the rain.

“Why the fuck does that matter?” Eddie argued back, his sense of cool becoming too hard to handle. He couldn’t stand to hear you talk so negatively about yourself. “You are you and it doesn’t matter what you look like. You just had a baby, sweetheart. You’re obviously not going to loose all the weight overnight. You’re being too hard on yourself.” He tried to speak soothingly to calm your cries, his hands holding your elbows, head dipping down like he was speaking to a child.

“And even if you don’t,” He continued. “I’m going to love you just the way you are because you’re the mother of my child.” His hands went up to your shoulders. “You gave me the greatest gift of my life, darlin’,” To your surprise, his eyes teared up.

“Please,” He pulled you in to hold you. “Don’t think like that, baby, please. I can’t bear to hear you talk like that.” His voice broke, a guilt sinking into your heart that made you feel foolish.

“I’m sorry.” You rushed, wrapping your hands around his back. “I’m sorry.” You found yourself saying, desperate to keep him from crying.

You realized then, how wrong you were. Because if he thought the things you thought of yourself, he wouldn’t be out here in the rain with you, holding you close, crying, over what you had said. You realized then, just how much he loved you.

[baby-you-you]

Things for a FNAF 2 Regressor !!

🎨 Activities

Coloring FNaF characters (especially Toy Animatronics) Watching Let's Plays of FNaF 2 (with someone or a comfort caregiver) Drawing security badges or animatronic parts Building a cardboard "pizzeria" or puppet stage Singing along to FNaF songs or lullaby remixes Puppet show with plushies Playing pretend Hide and seek (Bonnie or Foxy style)

🎨 Clothes

FNaF-themed onesies (Toy Bonnie, Toy Chica, etc.) Pajamas with FNaF prints or stars/moons (like the office wallpaper) Bibs or shirts that say "Let's Eat!" (Toy Chica style) Color-themed outfits: pink/blue for Mangle, yellow for Chica Hoodie with animatronic ears or bow ties Apron for pretend pizzeria play FNAF Freddy hat / mask Full character costumes (especially Toy versions)

🎨 Toys

FNaF plushies (especially Toy Freddy, Puppet, Mangle) Light-up toys (like a flashlight — security guard style!) Musical box toys (like the Puppet’s theme) Stuffed animals with sewn-on bowties FNAF Lego figurines / sets Security badge toy and toy cameras Animatronic toy figures with movement Funko pops! Toy pizzeria playsets

🎨 Games

Coloring apps with FNaF characters Memory matching games with FNaF icons Simple Five Nights at Freddy’s fan games (non-scary) Tamagotchi-style apps with animatronic pets Pretend play with plushies and cardboard pizzeria Dress-up doll games themed after Toy Chica or Mangle Build-a-robot or animatronic online games Office Roleplay (Lights, flashlight, pretend play with a CG or friend)

🎨 Foods and drinks

Fizzy juice or sparkling water in “Soda Cupcake” cups Pizza-flavored crackers or chips Chica-themed cupcakes or marshmallow treats Animal-shaped cookies Star-shaped mac & cheese Pizza bagels / mini pizzas Toy Freddy’s hot chocolate with whipped cream and sprinkles

🎨 Nicknames!!!

Freddy – “Lil Bear,” “Captain Freddy,” “Beary” Bonnie – “Bunbun,” “Hop,” “Blueberry” Chica – “Chickie,” “Cupcake,” “Sunny” Foxy – “Lil Pirate,” “Foxy Fox,” “Scamp” Mangle – “Tangly,” “Twisty,” “Starshine” The Puppet – “Stringbean,” “Lulla,” “Marshy” Balloon Boy – “BB,” “Balloonie,” “Giggles” Generic – “Security Jr.,” “Tiny Guard,” “Nightlight”

[midnight-mourning]

Sneaky Santa

❄️❄️Midnight's DCA December Day 10❄️❄️

cooked this up last night for y'all, but waited to post to make sure it was actually coherent lmao, anywho, hope you enjoy! Edit: reviewed this morning and chat 2 am midnight was cookinggg

Prompt: ok ok i have a pretty vague idea that i really love. y/n would be a burglar who breaks into the pizzaplex on christmas eve/day (cos no one wants to work at christmas time, so there should be minimal security, right?..). but they quickly sense they are not alone and dca interaction ensues :') i feel like you could go different ways with this, full chase sequence, or just witty banter with the dca. you can play with around the y/n's motives for committing theft/breaking in. i'd love to see what you cook up :D

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The side door opens with a click, and as it creaks ajar, you can't help the grin that splits your face. Success, and after 15 minutes of fumbling in the cold, you're more than happy to finally get inside. And get to work, for that matter. 

You shove your kit back into your pocket, and adjust your mask. Slinking inside, it's as quiet and dead as you hoped. Even the cameras, which you'd think they'd bother to power on for this very reason, don't seem to be active. All the better for you, really. 

Still, you proceed with caution, while the place is more than dead in terms of human staff, there are some bots lingering about. From the last time you were in here you think they were just called S.T.A.F.F. bots? Doesn't matter, you didn't need to take any chances. 

You keep to the shadowy parts of the building, making your way to your first stop; Chica's gift shop. You make quick work, grabbing the limited edition kids jewelry set, and a plush or two for good measure. You make similar stops throughout, a makeup set and costume from Roxy's, a gator golf mini club set, a microphone signed by Freddy himself. Not to mention again, anything else you can grab your hands on. 

You wanted this trip to count, if you were going to be doing something illegal, might as well go all out, yeah? 

You won't deny, it had been a bit of an inner conflict for you at first. You had morals, stealing was wrong and all that jazz. However, stealing from a multi-million dollar corporation who wouldn't even notice the teeny-tiny little dent you've made in their merchandise? Yes, still wrong, but surely not nearly as bad. At least, that's what you tell yourself. 

You glance briefly at the list in your hand, and the map in the other, as you chow down on a cupcake you swiped earlier. You're sitting on a railing overlooking the atrium, the area quiet enough to not draw any attention. Though, still so far so good from what you've been able to tell.

None of the main attractions have been out and about, and if you had to guess, they were either doing their own thing in their rooms—which, an odd but endearing thought to have—or they were simply powered down to conserve energy over the holidays. Regardless, you're able to check off the locations on your map, and the items on your list in an easy peace. 

As luck would have it, you're well ahead of schedule. Only an hour or so in and you're already down to your last location. Circled in red marker and starred; Lucky Stars Gift Shop. 

You'd saved it for last because it was one of the trickier ones to get to. But, with how easy the rest of the night has been, you'd argue it's well worth the risk at this point. While your haul was more than enough, you knew that if you could score there, you'd be set. 

So, finishing your cupcake with a wipe of your shirt sleeve, your off. 

When you arrive, much like all the other locations, the door is thankfully unlocked. You slip inside, and set to work. You were looking once more for a specific item in particular, in this case as set of pajamas. Smalls, along with a pair of matching nightlights if you could find them. 

You find the pjs soon enough, stuffing them in with the rest of your haul. It was starting to get heavy now, and you truly looked the part of a burglar with your big canvas sack. To be fair, it wasn't like you could fit all this in your backpack. Even though you'd foolishly considered it for a brief moment. 

The nightlights are a harder find, not anywhere within easy sight among the toys and stuffies scattered throughout the darkened shop. To be safe though, you swipe a few of those as well. 

You finally spot your prize while doing a sweep over the entire place, both set up on a high shelf behind the counter. You puff out your cheeks, of course they just had to be there of all places.

You shake your head, no matter. You weren't leaving without those nightlights. Especially after catching the sight of the price when trying to order online. Just for merch for the Daycare Attendant of all things. 

Setting down your bag, you start to climb onto the counter, swaying slightly in your rush. You lean over the gap behind the counter and the shelf, finding that you just barely can't reach.

You grit your teeth, and lean further, doing your best to keep your feet steady. When your hand makes contact with a box, you internally cheer. Quickly, you grip it, and the other while you're at it. 

You struggle to contain your excitement, giggling to yourself as you step fully back onto the counter with your goods. 

"Well now, what do we have here?"

"Something of a thief, by the looks of it." The voice turns darker, chuckling. "And not a very clever one, at that."

You freeze then, but keep calm. You were too close now. You weren't expecting any guards at this point, but certainly you could handle these two, you've come too far to not try, anyway. 

You turn, tone smooth. "Well, that's not very nice. I think I've been doing pretty good so far—" The words die on your tongue when you realize that the person behind you are in fact, one bot. One of the very bots that strongly resembled the ceramic copies in your hands.

The blue and white animatronic tilts his head at you, red eyes narrowed. Moon, from what you already know.

"You were saying?" He asks. 

Initial shock gone, you shake your head, huffing as you hop down from the counter. "I believe I've done pretty well so far, not to toot my own horn or anything. And with these, I'll be more than happy to get out of your hair. Or, whatever the equivalent is for you, I suppose." You stuff the nightlights in your bag, head held high. 

"Is that so? You'll just walk on out of here, without a bit of confrontation or trouble?" The naptime attendant sounds more amused than anything, so you'll keep trying your luck. 

You shrug. "Well yes, I really would rather not be a burden on you. Would hate to be the cause of disruption so close to the holidays. Consider it a gesture of the heart." You put your hand to your chest, bowing slightly. 

"Gesture of the heart—" Moon laughs then, hard. 

You take the chance to slip by him, crossing your arms as you lean against a clothes rack. "Something the matter? I'll have you know I mean what I say, especially to a pretty face."

"A pretty, pretty face?" He asks between chuckles. The bot pretends to wipe a tear. "My, you're a curious little thief aren't you?"

You wink. "I like to keep things exciting. No need for unnecessary tension and all that, you know? And if I wasn't on the job, well, I'd be using more than just my words, let's say that."

You're almost to the door now, hand ghosting over the handle. If you can get a head start, you'll surely make it. Unfortunately, you're not so lucky. 

"Well, I'm afraid to disappoint, but I believe tension is all I have to offer, you Star. I hope you'll understand."

You keep your eyes locked on each other for a moment more. Then, as he launches toward you, you rip open the door, running out into the light again. 

As you're running, you hear a voice call out behind you. "What? You're not going to try to woo me too? Am I good enough for you, Sunshine?"

"Of course you are!" You say back. "I just figured a change of scenery would do us some good, is all."

You find you have no other choice but to enter the Daycare itself. Certainly not your favorite option, but you can hear the playtime attendant gaining on your fast. You'll have to fake him out in here and hope for the best. 

He chuckles. "How kind of you! So tell me, what's convinced you this was a good idea, friend? You have me oh so curious."

"Ah, I wouldn't want to bore you with all the details." You wave your hand, then jump to climb one of the playset walls. "That's much less fun. Instead, tell me about yourself? You come here often?"

You hear him close behind, just missing at swiping your leg in his grasp. "Well, I live here, so as it would turn out, yes! You seem too familiar with the layout yourself, Starshine."

"What makes you think that?" You scoff. Though, you can't say he's wrong, you're just hoping the mask is enough to keep your identity a secret. Would hate to be banned now. 

You stare down at him, head in your hands as Sun stares up at you, rays flicking and eyes narrowed. "We got a peak at your little collection. You're well aware of what's the priciest items here! That's something that takes time, and planning."

"Aw, why thank you! If I wasn't preoccupied, I would return that compliment with more than just verbal appreciation."

He leans against the playset, gaze focused on you. "You could always try."

You grin, and for the briefest of seconds consider the offer, then shake your head. 

"Ah, I would. But I've got no guarantees it won't turn sour, in the end." You tsk drearily. "I'm afraid our love must stay as it is. Treasured from afar in secrecy. Surely you understand, no?"

 Sun nods, hand going to his faceplate just as dramatically. "Oh course, how foolish of me to consider such. If only—Hey! That's cheating!"

You snicker to yourself as you race across the playset. "I'm sorry, my dear! But time is of the essence. Perhaps another time I can listen to your sweet nothings—"

You slip, foot catching the wrong side of the plastic bridge. Your eyes widen as you begin to fall, then squeeze shut as you brace for impact. 

It doesn't come, instead, you find yourself in a reassuring grip. Peeking an eye open, you find Sun staring down at you, concern evident in his eyes. 

Your breathing is heavy as you wait for him to do something, anything. 

"I know those eyes." He says in the quiet. "It's you."

Ah, shit. 

In a state of utter defeat, and total shock, you wind up bound in a spare set of jump ropes, sat in one of the tiny chairs for good measure. 

Meanwhile, Sun is pacing the back and forth in front of you, speaking in a one-sided conversation to his counterpart. 

"But why, surely there's no reason for them to have been—"

"I know, I know. It's wrong, but that doesn't, no, no you're right."

"What if we, it might work. I just don't want to—" He turns to stare at you, then shakes his head.

You sigh. This blows. You'd spent so long planning this out, and now you're about to lose everything. Unless, you can convince them that you really meant no major harm. 

"Listen. I know this looks, bad. But I can explain!"

The bot turns to you then, curious, but suspicious. You don't blame him. 

Your head hangs low, guilt sinking in in that moment. "Look, money's tight. Really tight. Why do you think I come here to get daycare services? It's dirt cheap, you know. And, and the kids were just so excited for Christmas this year, I saw an opportunity and I just,"—You shake your head—"I'm not proud, at all. I just, wanted to give them something nice, you know? That's the honest truth. So, before you turn me in, please, just give me a chance. You can take everything back, but please let me walk out of here tonight. I, I won't come back, I'll find other arrangements, just please, please don't tell anyone about this."

You wait for him to start laughing at you, you expect it even. Even if it was the truth, it was still a ridiculous notion. All this for the sake of some toys? God, imagine what the cops are going to say when the get a load of this—

The jump ropes keeping you tied up suddenly loosen. 

Looking up, you see Sun's gaze is on you, unreadable in that moment. Then, he hands you your sack, and your backpack, and points to the door. 

"I, you're, you're letting me... really?" You're more than surprised, you're flabbergasted. 

He nods, helping you to stand. "I believe you, we both do. We've seen how much your care for them, and we understand. To a point, that is. Now hurry along, before it gets too late."

"I, I don't know what to say..."

Sun chuckles. "I think you'll be better off not worrying about your words for once, Sunbeam."

"Still, I just,"—you shake your head, and in a brief moment of unthinking, wrap your arms around the bot in a hug—"I mean it, thank you."

He stiffens, but returns the gesture. 

You pull away after a moment, slinging your bags back over your shoulders. "You know, if I'm not banned, we should um, do this again sometime. In a more, legal setting."

"O-oh?"

You smirk. "Yeah. What? I told you, I mean what I say."

You turn then, heading for the door before they change their mind. Though based on Sun's last words to you, you doubt that.

"We'd like that!" He calls, and for some reason, the sincerity of it makes you blush under your mask. 

Sure enough, when you discover that Freddy Fazbear's Pizza Plex is hiring, in Superstar Daycare no less, you find yourself easily able to fulfill that promise. 

"Almost ready for naptime, Starshine?" Sun asks as he comes up to where you stand leaning against the security desk.

You nod. "I am, but are you?"

"What makes you say that?" He asks, tone anything but innocent.

You tsk. "You've not been subtle today, Sunny. I can tell when someone wants to kiss me, it's my sixth sense, so to say."

"Just like how lock picking, bribery, pick-pocketing, and seduction~ are also your sixth sense?" He asks, leaning down to your height.

Your cheeks heat up, and you cough. "Of course."

Sun chuckles, closing the gap between the two of you with a brief peck. You are on the clock, after all. 

When he pulls away, flicking the lights off, you find Moon staring down at you with that same look. 

You huff, smile on your lips. "Let me guess, you want a turn now too?"

"Of course not." His hand cups your face with a tsk. "Could you think so little of me?"

You grin as he bends down further.

He shakes his head slightly, "No, I think I'll take a bit more than just one simple kiss."

"One not good enough for you?" You question. 

"Not for all the trouble you've been. I think at least three kisses are in order, to make up for it, don't you?"

Your arms wrap around his neck with a giggle. "Well, I certainly won't protest."

You meet somewhere in the middle, and just like you always do these days, find yourself grateful to your previous self for the, really, quite stupid idea of trying to break into the plex the night of Christmas Eve. 

Because sometimes bad ideas can have good outcomes, and this was a clear sign of that. 

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Thank you for the request @soupdweller!! Was a very fun little idea that I MAY have gotten carried away with hehe (i see the word banter and HAVE to go all out yk?), hope you had as much fun as I did :)

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