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Something something Johnny returns to the highlands whenever he’s on leave. It’s freezing and stinks like seaweed but it’s home and he loves it all the same. Plus there’s something laughable about seeing a beefy SAS sergeant wearing a duck feather stuffed coat.

He helps his parents out, fixing things around their old house, cooking in the kitchen at their pub and just being around for them. It’s the same routine every time he’s home, he likes it, likes the steadiness of everything being the same.

But this time when he comes home on leave, arriving at his parents pub to help out, he sees you there. A new person taken in under his parents wings. You’re just arriving to start your shift with a cheery “Evening all!” Johnny’s instantly drawn to you.

Like it’s not even funny. Whenever you enter the kitchen in your cute little black apron tied around your waist, he’s looking up from the fish he’s grilling to stare at the way your hips sway side to side as you walk. He burnt so many meals that night.

Johnny doesn’t recognize you until his mum asks if he remembers the girl who used to push him in the sandpit all the time at preschool. Then it clicks who you are. His childhood crush, all grown and so fucking gorgeous. You used to live there when you were young but when your parents drowned after a trip on a boat, you were taken away by your aunt.

He wonders why you’ve come back now but puts it in the back of his mind. He’s more focused on how prim and proper you are, sticking out like a sore thumb in the pub. Johnny’s learned you’re feisty and a little bitchy the hard way, but he fucking loves it. Makes him so damn horny. Your Scottish accent is still there but soften by years in the English countryside.

And of course he flirts with you, woos you, asks you on a date and you end up sleeping together. The little cottage you’re living in for the time being is luckily far enough away from town that no one can hear you screaming Johnny’s name. The headboard hitting against the wall with each punishing thrust. His thick, slightly curved cock pumping in and out, in and out, in and out after he spent a good hour with his head between your plush thighs. Best night of your fucking life.

When you wake though he’s gone, a note left on your pillow explaining he’d been called into work. An emergency. Worst day of your fucking life.

He’s back to saving the world, fighting to survive, living on base, joking with his task force. It all seems so mundane to him. He can’t ignore the itch in the back of his head, the knot in his back he can’t reach. He can’t rid you from his mind, not when he’s training, not when he’d just sniped someone’s brains all over the wall, and especially not when he’s in his bed, hand wrapped around his cock.

He cries out your name when he finishes in his hand, globs on stickiness coating his stomach and he prays you’re there waiting for him when he returns.

But when he does returns home, he doesn’t see you at the bar or the cottage and his mum is scowling at him like he’s kicked a puppy and his dad has this disappointment in his eyes that Johnny is transported back to his teenage years when all he saw in his dads eyes was disappointment.

He asks whats happened, what he’s done wrong but his parents shake their heads and stay silent. It wasn’t their story to tell. Johnny’s confused and hurt, thinks about just going back to base. Would brace the drive back over dealing with the icy stares from everyone in the pub.

Needing a drink to dilute his feelings, he heads to the local little market to grab a pack of beers when he sees you standing in front of the milk aisle, a sad look on your face as you decide if the three pounds you have left will be enough for both chocolate milk and strawberry milk. Even though they are two pounds each.

He starts towards you, but as soon as you turn back to your trolley he stops in his tracks. Your hand strokes over your swollen belly, a bigish bump there for five months pregnant. You know your baby is gonna be big headed just like his father.

Johnny feels as though he’s been shot. His world spins and he’s nearly sick. He knocked you up and left you. No wonder he’d been receiving so much hate everywhere he went. He hesitates, wondering if this is the best place for you to see him again, thinking up the different scenes that might take place. But he’s too late to make a plan when your eyes move to his.

He’s frozen in place watching the way your face contorts, all manner of emotions buzzing through you until they land on one that Johnny knows well. Anger. You rush forward and he gets this need to run niggling in his chest, but he stays rooted to the spot even when you slap him hard across the face.

He bites back a grin, you slap harder than Simon.

Oh yes, he’s gonna keep you for sure.

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Beside

Simon was the perfect boyfriend, until he wasn't.

~1.2k words. Angst, mention of alcohol, mention of sex/18+. This is just a little something that was plunking around my mind.

Simon Riley, who met his younger, civilian girlfriend at a rundown pub one night. 

You noticed him the moment you entered your local dive, not just because he was a new, handsome face in the crowd, but because of an inherent magnetism that seemed to pull your gaze to him. Though he was a bit older than you were used to chatting with, that didn't stop you from accepting his offer of drinks when he approached you at the bar. And after sharing a few friendly pints and a few more-than-friendly touches, he ended up heading back with you to yours for the evening, and the rest, well, was history.

Now, it's been over eight months since you first got together, and you couldn't be happier. Simon is probably the best guy you've ever been with. He's kind, smart, funny as hell, and fucks you like no man ever has before. He really is the perfect guy for you, just with one small caveat: how rarely you get to see him.

Because of his job in the military, he's gone more often than he's in town. When he's not jetting off to God knows where, on average, you spend about a week with him each month; maybe a week and a half if you're lucky, though you rarely are. Hell, he's away so much that he doesn't even bother holding a permanent residence anywhere. His home is his little corner bunk on the base across town – the one you've still yet to visit, despite your asking. 

Naturally, you've tried floating the idea of having him move in with you permanently, but he's always assured you that he's content as is, that it'd be more stress than sense to relocate so far away from his work. 

And you understand, or at least, you try to see it from his point of view. Simon's always been a private guy – a man with no family or friends to speak of, apart from a few colleagues he's forced to interact with semi-regularly. His choice to not want to cohabitate is not an indicator of his feelings towards you. He simply likes having a little space purely to himself, that's all it is.

But even knowing that doesn't make it any easier of a pill for you to swallow. There's only so much that late night calls from private numbers can do or so many pretty gifts in the post that can fill the void Simon leaves whenever he's not around. He's there for you as much as he can be, you know that he is, but you just can't help that you still want more.

It's one night, about five weeks since you've last seen your boyfriend, that you decide to treat yourself to a little pick-me-up. You're at a store that's a bit out of the way compared to where you normally shop, but they have that cheese spread you really like, so it's worth the drive.

As you're mindlessly perusing the shelves, looking at everything and nothing in particular, a noise coming from the aisle over has your ears instantly perking up. That sound. You know that sound. The deep, rumbling timbre that almost has your knees buckling in the middle of the shop.

You follow the noise, sure your ears are mistaking you, but pause mid-step the moment you round the corner. There he is. Your boyfriend. In all his tall, strapping glory. You'd thought that was his voice seeping through the cracks between the shelves, but couldn't quite believe it since you didn't think he'd returned home yet.

You grin, overjoyed to see him, and take a step forward to approach. But just as soon as you move, you stop dead in your tracks, suddenly confused as you take in the scene ahead.

Simon's standing directly beside an overflowing trolley. But not just any trolley. One that holds two little boys, both looking not even old enough to attend school yet.

The sight has you stunned, the smile on your face faltering. Who are these children? And why is your boyfriend watching so closely over them? 

You're trying to decipher the situation from afar when another figure quickly grabs your attention. A woman, a few years older than yourself, walks up beside the trolley your boyfriend guards. Simon turns to look at the woman as she places something in the cart, a warm smile curving her mouth when he notices her. The children seem happy to see her return, and upon inspection, they appear to be her sons – the same hair, same eyes, same smile as they gaze up at her.

But the boys’ reaction is not what concerns you, what has your stomach twisting itself in tight knots. It's the way Simon reacts that leaves you stunned, that has you dumbstruck beyond all hope for redemption.

Simon, your boyfriend, smiles just as happily back at this woman. Simon, your boyfriend, gives her that look you’d only ever seen reserved for you. Simon, your boyfriend, reaches out to softly caress her cheek. And Simon, your boyfriend, leans forward, closing his eyes, until he's connecting his lips with hers.

A second passes, maybe five or six, where you just stand there, watching, unable to comprehend what you're seeing. Your mind feels like it’s firing at a million miles an hour, but it has nothing on how fast your heart is beating, threatening to bruise against your ribcage. 

After a moment, the two of them pull back, looking like a picture ripped right out of a catalog. The woman reaches up to brush some hair off Simon's forehead, a ring glinting on her fourth finger catching your eye with the movement. The oval cut diamond is especially blinding as she then drops her hand down to her middle. Your pupils pinpoint as she rubs her swollen belly, which can't be more than four months along, you'd wager.

As you look between them – the woman, the children, the man you've been with for months – slowly, so slowly you think your brain is made of wet cement, the pieces of the puzzle finally click together in your mind.

The realization makes you feel instantly lightheaded, thinking you're seconds away from emptying your stomach all over the shop’s freshly swept floor. Your throat slowly constricts, your hands beginning to shake, and before you can register what's happening, your basket of groceries falls to the ground with a clatter. 

The resounding noise draws the attention of all the nearby shoppers, including a pair of familiar brown eyes that immediately snap to yours. You lock eyes with Simon for just a second, before you're turning on your heel, abandoning your supplies in a scattered mess. 

Tears flood your vision as you flee the store, your body on autopilot as all you can think about is getting out of there. You're trembling as you fumble with your keys, dropping them twice as you bolt through the car park. When you finally reverse out of the lot, you don't even notice how a car or two honks their horn in warning. You hear nothing but the blood rushing through your ears, the static buzzing loudly around your skull. The voice in your head is shouting, absolutely screaming at the top of its lungs.

My God. My God. What have you done?

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A/N: Just so we’re clear, Simon Riley would never ever cheat. But for angsty fanfiction purposes, let’s pretend like he would, okay? Okay, cool. Anyway, I’d love to know what you thought! Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed!

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Galentines, a 141 drabble.

Just a little fluff for us girlies, happy Galentines!

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"What's all this for?" John asks, as you put another handful of pink and red in the trolley, smile beaming as you deposit chocolates, decorations, and snacks.

"Its Galentines!" You smile, eyes shining.

"The girls and i get together, bring a dish, and watch rom coms or something together, with a few games and snacks. It's my chance to show the love for my girlfriends this year."

John smiled, seeing his birdie radiating happiness always put him in a good mood.

"So what do you need?" He asks, his Captain brain mentally checking off things on a list.

"I have decorations, and sweets, i just need something for the girls to drink, and then i can go home and set up."

Nodding, John turns the trolley to the drinks aisle.

"Want those fancy straws and cups we had for your birthday?" He asks over his shoulder, smirking at the heart eyes you give him.

"Perfect." You reply, throwing your arms around his middle.

./././././././././././././././

"Babe, the girls are over later, can you pass me the baking tray?" You ask Johnny, who was wolfing down his cereal, staring at his phone.

"Johnny!" You say a little louder, startling him.

"What do you need, hen?" He replies, putting his phone down.

"The baking tray, im making those heart pastries for the girls tonight."

He hands you the tray, a furrow in his brow.

"Have i forgotten something?"

You roll your eyes, lately Johnny had been glued to his phone, so probably didn't even hear you talk about your plans.

"Galentines, the party?" You remind him gently.

A look of recognition passes over him, getting out of the chair, he wraps his arms around you, burying his face into your neck.

"M'sorry lovie. Just had a lot on my mind." He apologises, pressing a kiss to your neck.

"Gotta head out early today, need anything for your party?" He asks. You reply with a shake of your head.

With a quick kiss on your cheek, he heads out the door, waving to you from the car.

"Wonder what has him up so early?" You muse.

Little did you know, he's been planning a valentines surprise, and was waiting on the notification on his phone to say it was ready.

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"The red ones or the pink ones?" Kyle asks, holding out both pairs of shoes from your closet, trying not to stare at you in your pretty outfit.

"I think the red?" You mull over, taking them both and trying them on, walking around your flat.

You and Kyle had been friends for a really long time, so when the opportunity arose that you needed a flatmate, he was the perfect person to ask. Little did you know, he had feelings for you that you matched with your own.

"R-red's good babe." he admits, watching the way the heels made your legs look longer, he wonders what they would look like wrapped around his hips.

You smile, fiddling with the buckles on the ankles before standing up to your full height, even in heels you came up to Kyles chin.

"You look pretty, where are you and the girls headed tonight?" He asks, focusing his gaze on yours.

"The cocktail bar in town, then i think Harriet wants to go to the strip club, they have a male show on tonight." you reply, a little blush fluttered over your cheeks. You wonder what it would be like to have Kyle dance for you.

"Ah, strippers, cocktails, heels.. bad combo, will you need picking up?" Kyle smiles, a dimple flashing in his cheek.

"You read my mind, if you don't mind waiting up?" You laugh, your eyes shining with mirth.

"Let me know when you need me, and i'll be there." With a deep look, you realise Kyle meant so much more than just tonight.

You lean in, the night now charged with a thick tension.

"Promise?" you murmur, eyes not leaving his.

"Promise." He answers easily, before taking you into his arms, pressing a soft kiss on your lips.

./././././././././././././././

"I miss you." You say into the phone, Your face appearing on Ghost's screen.

"I know, love. But I'm home soon." A gruff voice answers.

"Did you get my flowers?"

You smile, panning the phone back to show him the vase and the matching flowers, a mixture of the darkest tulips and lilies he could find.

"I did, and i love them. Thank you." You beam.

"And you are all ready for the girls thing tonight?" He asks, his voice softening as he relaxes in his chair.

"I am, nice to have the girls over, but-" You pause, not wanting to add the the guilt you knew he was feeling already.

"I know, soon." He finishes your sentence for you.

You hear a commotion on his end, and the call drops suddenly, you send him a text to say you will ring him after the girls leave.

You spend the day prepping food, and making sure the house is clean, along to a playlist of all your favourite alternative love songs.

The party is a success, the girls took your mind off Simon for the night, facemasks, a movie marathon and enough snacks to shake a stick at made you appreciate your girlfriends more.

Shortly after midnight, and the last girl had gone, you heard a key in the door, and there he was.. With a massive smile on his face.

"Told ya it would be soon, love." he mumbles into your hair as you pounce on him, pressing kisses all over his face.

"Happy Valentines."

././././././././././././././.

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The Mitzvah Moose

Moon Boys x Mom!Reader

TW/CW: Fluff. Just pure fluff.

A/N: This was meant to be for Christmas, I'm sorry. Dad wound up in the hospital again and I messed up my back once again. Beginning to wonder if I have scoliosis like my mom. But anyway, this little rinkydink idea came to me when i saw this little fella at Walmart in the Christmas aisle!

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It was Christmas Eve; and you were looking for a few decorations to add a bit more... festive spirit to your lovely little home last-minute.

You tutted under your breath when you saw the price on this adorable little snow globe; it had a caribou and a pretty little cardinal surrounding a ballerina, the cheerful tune that played when you wound it up was a personal favorite--"Dance of The Sugarplum Fairy". Ugh, why was it so expensive? Honestly, you don't know why--

"Mommy!" Victoria gasped, reaching out to tug on your sleeve from where she was leaning precariously out of the trolley.

You spun around and gasped as well, setting the snow globe down to re-situate your wobbly child. "Victoria," You scold gently, "What has Mommy told you about leaning out of the trolley?"

"Not to do it..." The youngster sighed bashfully, sliding her headphones back into place as you kissed the top of her head.

Victoria pulled her nearly too-long sleeves up and began signing with her little fingers: 'But look! Look! I saw it for Daddy.'

You smiled, pride swelling in your chest at how articulate she already was. Steven had started teaching her sign language so they both could communicate on the days where they'd sometimes go nonverbal, and it has been a wonderful thing ever since. Sometimes, when your precious girl would go silent before, she would get frustrated to the point she couldn't write what she meant because you didn't understand her. Now, communication was seamless--barring the occasional misspelling of words, anyways.

Your eyes followed Victoria's enthusiastic pointing, to the Hanukkah decorations. Dreidles, menorahs, and other objects littered the shelves (other patrons being so unkind as to not put them back into place when finished looking), but what drew your eyes the most was the cute, fluffy little moose whose antlers had been designed to look like a menorah; each point of the antler holding a little candle, a button on the plush moose lighting each one individually.

"Awww..." You coo'd, picking up the toy, noting pleasantly that it also came with an accompanying children's book.

You couldn't help it; you plucked the toy off the shelf and placed it in the trolley, making Victoria giggle in delight. She grinned widely, and pointed at the same shelf again, 'Look!' she signed.

And so, you looked again. This time, spotting something that, frankly, you were surprised to not spot sooner. In similar fashion to the Mitzvah Moose, there was a headband with moose antlers, all topped with candles. They were right next to the plain Christmas reindeer antler headbands.

'Can we get em for Daddy?' Her little hands signed furiously.

You just couldn't say no to that--to her sparkly little eyes, her nose; all red from the cold outside, her that beaming smile that stretched her round cheeks.

'Of course; he'll love it.' You grinned, setting them in the trolley.

'Let's go give em to him now, Mommy. Please? Please?' Your precious daughter's fingers moved like lightning, signing "please" almost faster than you could keep up with.

You nod, gripping the handle of the trolley and turning to leave the aisle--ah, well. You can check out the decorations once you show him the little gift you two snagged for him, later.

Marc sighed, eyeing the cute little onesies hanging no the rack in front of him. None of them seemed to fit... Her. He just couldn't decide!

The little baby strapped to his chest squirmed in the chest harness, struggling to keep her little head up as she nuzzled into Marc's shirt. He rocked gently, patting her back softly, thankful she settled down.

She had begun crying, unable to get quite situated or comfortable in her carrier in the trolley, so he opted for slinging on the chest harness Jake always packed into the diaper bag "just in case".

"Just in case" meaning "I don't want to put her down.".

Yes, your little bundle of joy arrive shortly after Halloween. She was nearly two months old, still pink, soft, and very pudgy. A "regular little butterball" Marc sighed when he held her against his bare chest for the first time.

You were right miffed at that comment, saying it's normal for babies to be round and chunky. Marc disagreed, insisting that little Tiye--Steven had been given the honor of picking a name--was a blessed, chubby little angel. He'd even joked that maybe wearing your pumpkin costume for Halloween jinxed her to match it.

"Hey, now what d'you think of this one, Butterball?" Marc asked her softly, leaning down to kiss the messy little nest of curls atop her head; dark and raven, just like his. Well... when he or the others remembered to dye-out the silver peppered in here and there.

Tiye squirmed, making a little squeak as one of her tiny hands bunched in his flannel, her eyes peeping open as Marc held up the little red-and-green onesie for her honest opinion.

She didn't fuss, didn't even whimper. Just grunted before snuggling into his chest again.

"Riiiiight. Yeah, so not your style." He grinned, patting her bum gently as he grabbed something else.

Tiye had been fussy today; gassy and uncomfortable, the poor little thing. Khonshu had offered to take it away, but Marc had vehemently declined, saying that, he was her father. He should be the one to soothe her--to learn her little tells and figure out through intuition what she needed. Fathers have been doing such things since the dawn of time--surely Marc, Steven and Jake could learn how to do it, too?

Although, there were times when the crying would overwhelm Marc--the piercing wails of a displeased newborn making his ears ring and a cold sweat drip down the back of his neck, his heart rate rising almost uncomfortably.

Such situations almost always brought Jake to the surface, willing to handle the shrieking and sniffling with ease. Even Steven, sometimes. But today, Marc refused to let them take this away from him. He was bound and determined to be a good father, to both Victoria and Tiye. His girls--their girls--whom they loved so, so much...

Marc wanted to be a better father than his ever was.

He turned, sighing dejectedly. He wanted to get her a cute outfit, today, but it looked like he wouldn't be so lucky. He felt a bit of a blush creep up his neck when he overheard a few women giggling to themselves and talking about how handsome he was, and how good of a father he was. As flattering as the compliments were, however, they didn't feel right.

He was just being a dad. No big deal. Why do people put so much stock into it when a dad is solo with his kids? It was weird. He didn't remember anyone acting like that when his dad was out with he and--

Tiye squeaked, halting Marc in his tracks. He looked down at her, "Aw, what's wrong, sweetie?" He murmured softly, his warm breath tickling her hair.

Tiye kicked out a little foot impudently, wriggling in the harness. Marc's brow pinched, not sure what had her upset. He figured quickly that she didn't need a change; she hasn't rooting around like she was hungry, or gnawing on her little fist...

He looked down at her again and spotted it: a little glimmer in her eyes, something reflective shining into them. Marc lifted his eyes and quickly spotted what it was.

It was, quite frankly, the ugliest little Christmas onesie he's ever laid eyes upon. Its primary color was black, with red and white tinsel decorating the front. Ugly cartoonish reindeer patterned here and there, with jingling bells and pom-poms sewn into the front of the onesie.

Oh, it was ugly all right. But so perfect.

'Marc... Don't do it. You know that she's gonna kill you if you do...' Jake's voice warned him from inside.

"Oh, come on..." Marc muttered, a grin on his face, plucking it off the rack, noting mentally how it was on discount.

'Probably because it is an affront to fashion itself--" Steven piped in.

Marc rolled his eyes, wiggling it in front of Tiye, noting how she kicked her little feet as the bells jingled. She didn't make her usual "I don't like that" sounds, so he took it as a plus. Quickly stuffing it into the trolley, Marc whisked it in the direction of the nearest self-checkout.

"Oh, come on. It's Christmas. People wear ugly sweaters all the time." Marc snorted smugly.

Kissing the top of Tiye's head, he grinned into the silky strands, "Let's see how quickly we can pay and change you before your mommy catches up with us, eh?"

You finally spotted Marc, gawking at some dinky little blow-up lawn ornaments. You don't have a yard, but you could understand the temptation. Some of them were equal parts cute and atrocious at the same time.

You zeroed in on the carrier, noting that Tiye was absent. You briefly felt a well of panic before, from behind, you realized; Marc was cradling her in the chest harness.

Victoria was bouncing and rocking, her hands slapping her legs--not in preparation for a meltdown, but just out of sheer excitement to show him the item she'd gotten for him.

You wheeled the trolley up behind Marc and playfully bumped him with it, making him jump and spin around--fully intending to tell you off until he realized it was you and a rather mischievous-looking Victoria whom had something clutched behind her back.

He grinned when your eyes locked, and he quickly leaned over to give you a kiss, making a theatrical "mwah" sound just to make Victoria roll her eyes. Her headphones muffled sounds, but he knew she could hear. And he was the kind of dad to do silly things to make Victoria cringe (but in a good way).

"And how are two of my favorite ladies? Find anything good?" Marc hummed, leaning down to kiss a part of your neck that became exposed from your turtleneck, making you giggle.

"Oh, Vicky found you something, alright." You winked playfully, nodding to Victoria.

The little girl stood up in the trolley, grinning from ear to ear as she wiggled in place, her arms still hidden behind her back.

"But y' gots to close your eyes, Daddy." Victoria mumbled.

"Oh, do I, now?" Marc looked at you slyly from the corner of his eyes, "And what if I don't wanna, huh?"

"Then Mommy's gonna blindfold ya." You whisper playfully in his ear, noticing the goosebumps that crept up his neck.

"Ahh, alright, alright. Since you two have twisted my arm beyond repair..." Marc leaned down, closing his eyes so Victoria could spring her little surprise on him.

His brown's knitted in confusion when he felt her slap something onto his head, the weight gentle and soft. "Can I... Open my eyes, now?"

"Just... a minute..." You had snorted, quickly fishing your phone out of your pocket to snap a photo of him, Victoria beaming from ear to ear.

As soon as he heard the shutter snap feature, Marc opened his eyes quickly, raising his eyebrow quizzically, his hands cradling Tiye to his chest as he righted himself.

"Okay, well, obviously I can't see myself, so, what's the deal?" He inquired.

You bit your lip and turned your phone screen around so he could see--Victoria unable to contain her laughter as it bubbled up, making her squeal and squirm as she threw herself back down into the bottom of the trolley. Tiye made a little squeak, squirming in Marx's embrace at the sudden noise, but settled down just as quick.

"Wait, what the--"

"You're the Mitzvah Moose, daddy!" Victoria squealed, holding up the plush toy in question.

Marc looked from the toy, to you, then to Victoria and back again multiple times before he snorted and snickered, "You serious, right now?"

"Consider it an early Christmas and Hanukkah present, baby." You giggled, kissing his cheek. "You are so reading that story to her on the first night, by the way."

Marc can't help but laugh as you brush a stray clump of curls on his head, the corners of his eyes crinkling so adorably as he humors you. "Fine, fine... Mamma's always right, isn't she?" He winked at Victoria.

Victoria nodded, her hands covering her mouth to try and stifle her little snorts and chortles.

However, your tone shifted suddenly, when you realized Tiye wasn't wearing the outfit you're dressed her in earlier today.

"Marc..."

'Uh-oh...' Steven grinned.

'Busteeeeed...' Jake chimed.

"What in hell's name is our baby wearing?"

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the little things ♬~*.°₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ blue lock

he’s not the best at the whole ‘talking about your feelings’ thing, or at least not the romantic side of it, but he loves you in subtle ways of his own

content: fluff, established relationship, aged up characters, gn!reader, sfw

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he typically walks fast. he takes quick, long strides and seems to cover twice the walking mileage that most people do in the same amount of time. damn him and his long legs.

but while he very much can walk that fast, and it’s probably more comfortable for him, he doesn’t. instead, he strolls idly by your side, fingers intertwined, without a care in the world. if he begins to pace ahead, he notices almost immediately, and slows back down, his footsteps matching your own.

you don’t even realise he does it, because his expression remains completely deadpan. you don’t notice his quick glance down at the pavement, or how naturally he falls into step with you. never straying too far from your side has become second nature to him. after all, he belongs with you, although it’s way too embarrassing to tell you that out loud. he’s not the verbally romantic type to begin with, so don’t expect him to go around broadcasting stuff like that.

when you’re out buying groceries at the store together, he sneaks in more of your favourite snacks to buy, even when you’ve sufficiently stocked up on them in the cart. even if he hates your favourite food—whether it’s the smell, the texture or just the taste itself that he despises so vehemently—the last thing he’ll do is deprive you of it. you shouldn’t feel obligated to not get the stuff you want just because he doesn’t like it.

while you’re browsing the aisles, he makes sure you’re always within his field of view, lest you get lost looking for a specific item. when you reach the refrigerated sections, he comes up behind you as you push the trolley together, his hands over yours on the handle bar, huddled up like penguins. he doesn’t want to see you shivering in the cold, even for a minute, and he doesn’t care if people give them odd looks as you point out a product from between his arms and the trolley.

and when you get to the counter and gasp, fretting that you’ve forgotten something, he sighs and almost rolls his eyes, but he still goes running to grab it before you get to the front of the queue. he runs like he’s on the pitch, sprinting past broke college students, off-work corporate workers, elderly couples, newlyweds, parents with brooding teenagers—everyone in the supermarket. everybody’s now openly gawking at the renowned footballer running through the store like he’s headed for the winning goal of the world cup, trainers squeaking against the tiled floor. he snatches two bottles of scented detergent from the shelf before turning on his heel and immediately heading back to you at record speed.

though he didn’t even break a sweat, and made it back to you with incredible haste, his heart flutters when you grin, taking the bottles from his hands and placing them on the conveyor belt. “i’m lucky to have you, aren’t i?” you laugh as he grumbles, taking you into his arms. “thanks, darling.”

and when he’s running late back from practice, he thinks of you as he’s driving home and pulls into the parking lot of your favourite coffee shop. he knows your order down to the smallest details of the random extras you like to ‘spice up’ your drink, so he orders that alongside a snack he knows you’ll like before heading back to the car.

upon hearing him unlock the door, you immediately get up to greet him and help take his stuff off him to put away. propping yourself up on your tiptoes to give him his daily welcome home kiss, you are pleasantly surprised by him handing over your freshly-made order. you resist the urge to tackle him, since he’s in the process of taking his shoes off at the door, so instead you opt for throwing yourself at him and smothering him with kisses, which is still an affectionate assault, but shhhh, neither of you are complaining.

“you didn’t have to, baby,” you say, beaming, “but thank you.”

he fails miserably at hiding his flushed cheeks. “it’s only ‘cos i feel bad keeping you waiting for me at home.”

“not ‘cos you love me, then?” you harrumph, pouting playfully, only for him to slither his arms around you and wrap you up in a bear hug.

“well, that too,” he relents, clicking his tongue.

“would you be willing to say it yourself, then?” you tease.

“no.”

“please?”

“(y/n).”

“mhm? alright, then,” you say, wryly, playfully prying him off you. “i see how it is.” you turn to walk away when he pulls you back into him, not done with you yet. he buries his face in your shoulder, the action muffling the embarrassing confession that he begrudgingly allows you the privilege of hearing.

“love you.”

you grin. “i love you too, baby.”

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Papa loves you so much, princess (Mick Schumacher)

Mick and Y/N find out their family is growing

Note: english is not my first language. this is another long piece that I hope you enjoy! I have been talking about this since January, so this is ver long overdue!

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Tw: mentions reader's period and pregnancy

Getting up from the bed, you were fortunately quick enough to reach the bathroom in time to pour your guts out on the toilet, leaning on the toilet's side to support your torso. You were already up by the time Mick walked inside the bathroom, his sleepy expression with some traces of concern, "I told you I shouldn't have had that last piece of dessert", you pointed your finger at him through the mirror while you splashed your face, "you kept looking at it like you were a dog that was abandoned on the road, and then when I asked if you wanted my piece, I swear I saw happy tears in your eyes", your husband teased you, rubbing your back in a comforting manner, "do you want me to get you anything?", he asked, "just some cuddles in bed should do the trick", you muttered, allowing him to carry you back to the bed for a few more hours of hopefully uninterrupted sleep.

.

After leaving work, you stopped by the grocery store since you and Mick had noticed you were running low and running out of a few items at home, "we just had a snack break and the next part of the meeting should be the last one, I'm sorry I'm not helping you", he said over the phone while you browsed the aisles, "it's okay, handsome. You can still help me out here, though. I'm the cleaning section and I already have dish soap and the spray for the wooden cabinets, anything else?", you asked, earning a negative answer from him, "no, that's all I think. Next is the bathroom one, right? We are running low on toilet paper, and I used the last plaster yesterday. You only had one box of tampons in the cabinet so given that you are about to have your period, see if you need more of them", he pointed out, grabbing your attention to the matter. It should have started by now, you checked the date on your watch. And you were never late.

"We also need those tissues you keep on your bedside table, I used some today and I noticed they were the last ones", you could hear the smile on his voice, "alright, bub. I'll see you at home, have a good meeting!", you dialed off, grabbing the things he mentioned before looking at the pharmacy section.

You were never late, so it had to be this, right? Barring any other health situations, all of your symptoms aligned with pregnancy symptoms: you had been nauseous, feeling sick (and maybe it wasn't the stolen dessert's fault), you kept falling asleep whenever you rested on the sofa at home and Corinna had complimented the way one of your summer dresses fitted you, claiming that the neckline looked beautiful on you. And you and Mick had been trying, not with a whole calendar but rather just not using protection and seeing where it led you, and maybe this was it. Grabbing two boxes for the sake of it, you put them in your shopping trolley before heading to the till to pay for everything so you could go home.

When Mick got home, dinner was already on the table while you also fed Angie her own dinner, his kiss on your forehead coming with an apology for having arrived just in time for it, "no need to apologise, myself and miss Angie kept ourselves busy", you petted her soft fur before heading to wash your hands, joining Mick at the table and enjoying the meal.

"Does it taste okay to you?", you asked Mick, the taste of the broccoli seemingly off to you, "yes, tastes like this dish always tastes. It's very good, why do you ask?", he questioned, "I don't know, tastes funny to me", you mumbled, using your fork and knife to push the green vegetable to the edge of your plate, "maybe you got a bad one", he noted. That was another symptom, you thought, remembering when one of your friends couldn't eat her favourite meal while she was pregnant because she claimed it tasted different.

"Actually, I've been having a few symptoms, and they are all compatible with-", you were interrupted by your husband, "pregnancy", he smiled, seeing your brushed and stunned face, "I've noticed them too. You haven't told me you are craving your usual sweets when you're on your period, your boobs look even more amazing but the moment I so much as graze my finger in the skin you hiss because of the pain, you're not one to take naps during the day but the moment your head hits the pillow you're out like a light, and it's not common for you to have a bad stomach", he reasoned, making you blush even harder, "Why didn't you say something though?", you asked softly.

Mick shrugged his shoulders, "I just didn't want to burden you, or maybe I was keeping my hopes up and I didn't want to ruin yours, or point out something about your body like that, I'd never want to do so in a way that could be harmful", he answered apologetically, making your get up and go sit on his lap, "you could've said something, I wouldn't be offended, I think anyway, apparently pregnant women get mood swings so I can't speak for sure", you shrugged your shoulders, "truth is, I got some pregnancy tests at the store today because I also thought the same thing, but I wanted to do them with you", you looked at him, "but I don't know how to deal with this hope, like, I could just have some bug, but it is also true that everything checks out...", you fiddled and played with his fingers, "we take it step by step, if you'd like", your husband began softly, "and if you're not pregnant, we can keep trying", he explained, grabbing your hand once you nodded, heading to the bathroom so you could do the tests.

The plastic sticks were on the counter, Angie lying on the bathroom floor while Mick sat on the edge of the tub wirh you on his lap, "just a little bit more, liebling", he kissed the side of your head, "I'm sorry", you whispered, gaining his questioning look, "if I'm not pregnant, I got both of our hopes up for nothing", you explained, feeling his fingers lift your chin up to look into his eyes, "no need to apoligise, liebling. We just keep trying, it's not like we mind trying", he winked, looking at his watch to see the time was up, "I'm ready when you are", he said soflty.

You got up, picking up the sticks and seeing that both of them had the same information, "it won't be trying for a baby, but I've heard that sex while you're pregnant is a whole another level of sensations", you smiled at Mick, showing him the positive results.

"We're having a baby?", Mick mumbled, still not sure if he had grasped what you said in the right way, "we are, baby Schumacher is going to be here in nine months", you cried out, smiling as Mick cuddled you, his arms circling your before spinning you, "Angie! You're going to be a big sister!", Mick said once he put you down.

.

"I remember reading about these old wives' that help you guess the gender of the baby, and your grandmother did some on me for both of you and they turned out pretty accurate, I think", Corinna said as she sat in the outdoor sofa in front of you.

Since Gina was visiting, you and Mick decided to invite her and Corinna to spend the day together, Angie sitting next to her auntie while you sat next to Mick, "Oh, that would be fun!", Gina said as she straightened her back, picking up her phone so she could look them up on the Internet while Corinna started with the ones she knew, "they say that if you have a pointed belly towards the front, it means you're having a boy, and if you have a rounder bump and wider hips, it means it's a baby girl", she said, seeing Mick quickly ask for you consent before he helped you stand as he lifted your t-shirt, "what do we think? Pointy or not so much?", you did a turn around yourself, "I think it's rounder", Mick said earning a nod from his mother, "me too", Gina said, "but I've always had wider and rounder hips", you tried to reason as Gina wrote girl and a stick next to it to help count.

"The next one was that sweet cravings were sign of a baby girl, and salty cravings were sign of a baby boy", and Mick wiped the smug smile off his face, "I've been eating a lot of savoury stuff", you nudged your husband while his sister wrote down the tie.

Gina opened the lunar calendar on her phone while the four of you looked at all the details they asked for, "it's a girl according to this one!", Mick yelled way too close to your ear, "another point for babygirl then", you said, cuddling back to his side and giggling at everyone's exciting.

You saw and tested a couple more and, without realising it, you tried the last one without noticing it was the last, only for it to make another tie between babyboy and babygirl, "so that's it?", Mick said, not expecting it to turn out like this, "you just have to wait and see, you know, like all the people do because you can know for sure on the ultrasound", Gina teased him.

.

Once you got to the OB/GYN, Mick offered to go get you checked in at the desk while you went to find a comfortable chair to sit in while you waited, "final bet: are they a baby boy or a baby girl?", Mick said once he sat down with you, his hand holding yours to calm down your nervous thoughts. The ultrasounds always made you nervous, always wondering if everything was alright and as it should be, so having Mick there to support you and distract you was appreciated, "I think they're a baby boy, and he looks like his papa", you cradled his cheek on your palm, "I think they're a baby girl, and she has your kindness and empathy. It's just my gut feeling", he smiled, kissing the top of your head while he moved your conjointed hands to rest on your bump, feeling the baby kick, "not my chubby cheeks?", you playfully gasped, "what can I say? I think the Schumacher genes are much too strong", he teased you, looking up to the door when your name was called.

Entering the room and greeting your doctor, she asked you a couple of questions before asking you to lay on the little bed, the gel cold on your bump as she moved the wand around, "okay, everything looks good, strong heartbeat for little one and mother as well", she smiled, "I can see it. Do you still want to know?", she asked one last time, earning a nod from both you and Mick, "you're going to have a baby girl, congratulations!", she announced.

Your hand squeezed Mick's, feeling him press a kiss to the top of your head as you both looked at your baby on the screen, "we're having a little girl? Liebling, it's a little girl", he said, his eyes tearing up as he kept looking at the screen. Despite having feelings and guesses about it, neither of you didn't have any preference, feeling happy just with the idea that you were carrying a combination of you and Mick, but you couldn't help but get all goddy as you imagined Mick with a little daughter, knowing she would have him wrapped around her finger from the moment she was born. Even thinking now, she has him wrapped around her finger since you both found out you were pregnant.

"She looks good, there isn't anything that looks concerning. The measurements are all within the norm, everything looks good. Congratulations, mama and papa!", she smiled, "do you want copies to take home?".

While she went to get the slightly exaggerated number of copies of baby Schumacher (Mick wanted everyone that was important in his life to have one), your husband helped you clean the skin on your bump, "are you happy?", you looked at him, not seeing any signs of uneasiness but feeling his a little bit tense, "I am, liebling", he said, "but she's going to be here soon, you know? Little one is growing so fast, I can't believe we're past the half way point", he admitted, "I just don't want to disappoint any of you", he gulped, making you craddle his face with your hands, "My love, I know you and believe me, if how everything has gone until now is any indicator, we are going to have princess treatment", you smiled softly on an attempt to calm him, "thank you for sharing this with me, though. You can always share your worries with me, Mick", you finished, kissing his lips passionately, "I love you, liebling", he kissed you back, "and you little one, papa loves you so much, princess".

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Coffee Shop Meet Cute | Part 6

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Time slipped on; between coffee shop meet-ups and trips to bookstores when Kyle happened to be in town over a year had passed since you became friends. Your friends had stopped pushing, leaning, shoving the fact they all thought Kyle liked you more than a friend. Getting to pick back up conversations every few weeks and see some of the interesting photos Kyle took while traveling had become a favorite treat. The easing of the possibility of romance lets you sink more fully into simply enjoying the relationship.

An unseasonably warm day in the spring saw you popping by Kyle’s flat for the first time. He had just gotten home after a brutally long mission and you had offered to drop off some homemade lemon bars if you had time. You were making a batch for a friend’s baby shower and doubling the recipe shouldn’t be an issue. It had been, but he didn’t need to know that. You had to run to the shop three times because you didn’t have enough lemons and then ran out of sugar and the shortbread crust you made the first time failed.

He lived in a newer building, the view nearly causing vertigo as you glanced out the window at the end of his hall. Swallowing hard, you chalked all the swirling feelings in your stomach. Forcing your knuckles to knock you forced down the confusion the same way you did the feelings for Kyle that went beyond friendship.

If you pushed them down far enough for long enough they would shrivel up and die. It happened before. That time is actually what led you to make lemon bars.

You had liked Don, a lot. He liked Serena. Serena embodied Western beauty, smooth skin, a thin waist, and delicate features. When Don asked for help getting with Serena when you had been at a pub with him gearing up to ask him on a date you had smiled, unconvincingly mind you, and agreed. It still hurt that after all the time you and Don had spent together he couldn’t see that your smile was as real as a rich man’s teeth. Serena and Don hit it off so well they were expecting their first child together, a little girl.

The sounds beyond the door told you to fix a smile on your face. Smiles were something people didn’t look for lingering pain under. When it opened you were surprised to see a woman. She also seemed surprised to see you if the lift of her brows were any indication.

Fuck. Kyle had gotten a girlfriend. Of course, he did. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Might be time to buy a shovel to bury the feelings for him.

“Hi, is Kyle home by chance?” You lift the covered plate as if would explain your presence.

“My son is in the shower, why don’t you come in?” She stepped back, lifting an arm to gesture to the room behind her.

“Oh! You don’t look old enough to be Kyle’s mum,” you can’t help but comment as you step into the flat.

“Thank you, I had him young.” She shut the door behind you as you look around.

The space looked exactly like you would expect a space from Kyle to be. Dark colors on the walls and dark furniture infused the space with a stylish, masculine feel. The shower is running, the whoosh of water drifting down the hall.

“I’m London,” Kyle’s mom offers her hand for you to shake.

Fighting back the instincts to be awkward you shifted the plate to your other hand and shook her firm, dry grip. You offered your name in exchange. Knowing she is Kyle’s mom you can see it, the timeless style that women didn’t gravitate to until the years had given them the confidence to not care what anyone thinks. Finding Kyle in her face is easy when you look, the slope of his nose and the set of his eyes found on her face too.

“I’m sorry to pop by at a bad time. Kyle mentioned that his last mission took a lot out of him. Since I was already making lemon bars, which I know are his favorite, I figured I could drop some by.”

London’s eyebrows slowly lift as you continue your ramble until you click your teeth shut and you hold out the treat to her. She takes them with a smile.

“My mom would make lemon bars every summer when we lived with her, Kyle always preferred his sweets on the tart side.” She peels back the aluminum, “These look delicious.”

Striding to the kitchen London places them down before turning back to you. The shrewd look that appears in her eye drops your stomach into your ass. Ah fuck. Here came the questions.

“Now, you’ll forgive me but my son doesn’t share much of his life with me. How did you meet?” London gestures to the couch.

Taking the invitation as an order you settle in, wishing Kyle had throw pillows you could hold tight and hide behind.

“We met at a coffee shop. Kyle and his team were there and shared my table since it was packed. Kyle remembered me when we ran into each other at that same shop later. I had been reading Plato and we ended up chatting about that. After running into each other a few more times we exchanged numbers and now talk somewhat regularly.” You tuck one foot under your other knee and settle your hands in your lap.

“I’ve been hoping to meet you, Kyle doesn’t mention many people to me.” You and London share a smile of understanding.

“He talks about you and his sister a lot, he’s really proud of you both.”

London looks contemplative but before she can ask any more questions your phone starts to ring. Pulling it out you wince at the time. Serena was calling you, probably wondering if you would still be over to help manage everyone.

“It was so nice to meet you, London. I apologize but I need to go, I wasn’t planning on staying long. My friend is having a baby shower and I will need to leave now if I want to be on time.” Standing you set turn off the ringer of your phone. Offering London a smile as she reclines on the couch you make your way to the door. “Tell Kyle he can keep the plate and I’ll text him later.”

Pulling the door shut you answer the call still ringing on your cell.

Kyle luxuriated in his shower. He had cleaned up at base before coming home but the water never got hot enough to let him feel like he had scrubbed everything from his soul. The addition of his bottles of soap and hair care that left his skin smooth and his hair behaving never failed to help him settle into being home.

With a final rinse, he turned off the water and began to towel off.

“Kyle?”

His mum’s voice breached the steam swirling around him. Damn, he forgot to turn on the fan again. Flicking that on he cracked the door open.

“Yes, mum?”

“You missed your friend coming by.”

Face in his towel as he patted the water from his skin Kyle paused. He hadn’t been expecting anyone, only a few of his friends had his address and if any of them had come by his mum would have called them by name instead of ‘your friend’.

“Who came by?” He raised his voice to escape over the sound of the fan.

When your name entered his ears he flung the door open. Head whipping around the door frame his eyes scanned the room. You said you would come by if you had a chance but you never had before, though he gave you his address months ago. His mum glared at him from the couch.

“Kyle Garrick I taught you better manners than that. She left. Now finish getting dressed and be sure to moisturize, you’re starting to look ashy.”

“Yes ma’am,” he shut the door with a click. Resting his head against the door, sadness creeps along his shoulder blades at missing you.

He had been pining for you. Soap often took the piss about it. Kyle, the man who could get any girl he wanted, couldn’t force the words out of his mouth to ask you out. Now you had met his mum and he had been none the wiser in the shower washing away the new evils he had added to his eternal score sheet. He hadn’t noticed that he had started talking about you to his mum until she pointed it out. Even his sister had mentioned that you appeared in his stories more than even Captain Price.

Rushing through his routine Kyle joined his mum on the couch, sitting to put on his socks.

“She was nice, brought you some lemon bars since you had a rough mission.”

The even tone warned Kyle of danger. He didn’t tell his mum about how his missions went on purpose. Now she knew that he talked to you about work, even a tiny bit. His mum, being a smart woman, would already have her suspicions. Glancing at her from his bent state he found her eyes on him.

“I don’t want to talk about it, Mum.”

“Okay, don’t talk about it. Invite her to Sunday dinner.”

Fighting down the urge to snap at his mother Kyle took a deep breath. Sunday dinner would be wild, with his grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. He didn’t want to subject you to that; he wanted you to like him.

“Yes ma’am,” he conceded quietly, slipping on his second sock. “Do you want a lemon bar before you go?”

“No, I’ll leave them for you. By the way, she said you can keep the plate. Clean it and give it back to her Sunday when you pick her up for dinner,” she stood, gathering her purse and dropping a kiss on Kyle’s cheek. “You’re a good man Kyle, and you deserve to be happy.”

With that cryptic comment, his mum let herself out of the flat. After locking the door Kyle hurried to the kitchen. Sat neatly in the middle of his counter covered in foil were his favorite treats. He trashed the foil knowing he would sit down and eat the entire plate clean as he caught up on his shows. The heavy dusting on baker’s sugar and the bright yellow of the bars told him his teeth would ache after the first bite. It would be worth it though.

Firing off a text he first thanked you for the treat and then told you of his mother’s invitation to dinner. Maybe if he played it off like she told him to ask you might be more willing to say yes. Maybe also you would say no and he could avoid the fiasco of his family watching him trip over himself to be near you.

London Garrick, in her forty-plus years on Earth, had learned to watch. What she saw from both you and her son had told her an interesting tale of two individuals who needed a push.

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Resources 🌼

(Updated regularly)

🪷 Emergency resource: oh no I’m having a bad thought

🌻 Apps and Games

Finch: mental health app where you care for a little bird! Offers many features such as focus timers, rant zones, nature sounds, fun questions, and more! You can even make friends on it and send them encouragement :) (my friend code)

Adorable Home: a precious game in which you have a tiny spouse, cats, and a little house you can decorate! You can check in and enjoy peaceful music, different scenes, and upgrades through collecting tiny hearts you earn through easy tasks! A truly adorable and relaxing game!

Seashine: a game set underwater in which you guide a tiny luminescent jellyfish through the abyss. Beautiful, relaxing music and distant whale noises; some scary enemies, so if you have thalassophobia this might not be the one for you. Very calming otherwise though, and the creator is coming out with an enemy-free version soon in which you can just float around to the music!

Cat Snack Bar: an adorable app where you operate different business venues with the help of chubby, adorable cats! You check in periodically to collect money and update your venue, but otherwise it doesn't require much brain power. A very cute game to help you relax!

Webtoon: a comic app that allows you to browse thousands of creative and often relaxing webcomics!

1010!: a fun little game where you match up blocks. Fairly simple and satisfying, and you can update your backgrounds to fun designs!

Papa's Cupcakeria: a relaxing and satisfying game where you make cupcakes! And of course there’s a whole series of games in the Papa Louie universe to choose from that are fun and happy :)

🪸 Fun Websites

Neal.fun: features many creative pages you can visit such as— a stack of movable rocks, a page that shows how deep the ocean really goes, who was alive [insert year], draw logos from memory, and more!

WindowSwap: lets you go through windows around the world! You can log in and save your favorites, and make it fullscreen if you need to study and want a nice thing in the background to keep you from distractions.

mrdoob.com: a wacky website with lots of fun features you can draw and mess around with

boredbutton: for when you're bored out of your mind and want a pointless website to mess with!

theuselessweb.com: takes you to a completely useless website, such as a page where it rains corndogs or a page where you can create different forms of art.

ashortjourney.com: lets you take a small and beautifully drawn trip on a trolley and pick up/drop off tiny creatures!

Forestopia: allows you to explore images of forests and the things inside, with background forest noises!

boredpanda.com: full of memes, funny stories, and more!

listverse: contains many lists, some horrifying (so be warned for those) and some just fascinating!

🍄 Focus Sites and Playlists

rainymood.com: a site/app that lets you listen to rain for as long as you want!

asoftmurmur.com: lets you listen to a variety of sounds like rain, thunder, or a fire!

Open ocean: 10 hours of underwater videography of a spot in the ocean!

imissmycafe.com: site that lets you listen to the noises of a coffee shop! You can change the different noises too :)

Secret Forest Playlist: peaceful music; 2 hours

Rain on Leaves on a Forest Road in Autumn: rain in the woods; 10 hours

Haunted Village Halloween Ambience: eerie but quiet music; 3 hours

Relaxing Autumn/Fall Forest: sounds of wind, crows, songbirds, and creaking trees; 7 hours

Chill Beats for Worldbuilding and Writing: Fabulous lofi music; 1 hour

It's Just a Dream/Dreamcore: Very peaceful and ambient music; 4 hours

Autumn Acoustic: Autumn inspired songs; 5 hours

Sad Piano Music: beautiful piano pieces by Jurrivh; 6 hours

The Most Relaxing Waves Ever: beach noises; 8 hours

Rural Autumn Ambience and Music: gentle autumn-y music; 1 hour

Yanni: a playlist of beautiful word-free music by Yanni

pov- you're a pirate: a pirate-themed playlist for inspiration

soft music for the end of the world: soft instrumental pieces

autumn: Autumn-themed songs; 5 hours

Have your own recommendations? Drop a comment or ask!