#He’s truly my muse 😌

[dolene]

MUSE TO MY MELODIES!

pairing: charles leclerc x singer!reader

summary: from all the great melodies, there is the artist and her muse who's doing the work.

content warnings: her face claim is laufey, supportive bf charles, she has a sister, cursing (but just for a bit)

yourusername

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yourusername guess where am i (slide 3)

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landonorris the king of atlantis's museum

⤷ yourusername good answer but no

     ⤷ landonorris oh cmon😔

phoebebridgers that fit chic is so brocolli core

     ⤷ priscillawesley More like an e-coli core

     ⤷ yourusername WATCHA MOUTH -nicki minaj

logansargeant Florida, wasn't it?

     ⤷ yourusername no americans allowed

     ⤷ logansargeant Ouch 🤕🤕🤕

     ⤷ yourusername kidding, but yeah you got it so 100

     ⤷ username Y/N IS IN FLORIDA & POSSIBLY W LOGAN 🦅🇺🇲🇺🇲🇺🇲🦅🦅🦅

radvxz I love the slide one and two... But then there's three existing 😔

     ⤷ yourusername that is literally the point

username She just randomly there and Pris is taking the pics

     ⤷ yourusername she's a lifesaver 😇

     ⤷ priscillawesley Surely I am. Imagine her posts without me😎

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Strolling around Rome

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carlossainz55 suddenly i'm into bossa nova

username YES HER CONCERT IN ITALY BEGIN

username y/n typical red shoes fit is always hits no matter what

username Charles, you sure it aint Pris who took this

     ⤷ priscillawesley He should be grateful I have a class today

username mm i smell new album announcement

     ⤷ priscillawesley Keep being delulu, honey

     ⤷ username 😭😭😭

username ALBUM ANNOUNCEMENT WHEN???

username it's been so long i memorized typical of me in one go

username PLS PLS COME TO BRASIL

     ⤷ username no she gonna come to grammy first and announce her new album js like taylor would do

     ⤷ username WHTS WRONG W YALL AND HER NEW ALBUM??????😭😭😭😭

username charles and y/n collab when?

     ⤷ username he should be featured in her new song

     ⤷ username Pris as a violinist and Charles as a Pianist, what a combo!

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yourusername i've never done anything so fast like this before

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username Y/N WHAT😭

lewishamilton direct offense to you charles_leclerc

charles_leclerc Oh this is just so low

username i know how his cooking gonna end up, so i'll be her if i were there

username That emoji gonna say that "i'll make u my pasta disaster, honey"

username idk why is she even post this but this is definitely hilarious 😂

priscillawesley But I can't lie, that looks really delicious

     ⤷ yourusername the art of rush cooking is just so😌👌

username EVEN SEB LIKING THIS BC HE KNOWS

     ⤷ yourusername even i was surprised😭 i didn't expect this at all

     ⤷ charles_leclerc Same

yourusername

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yourusername look at my facebook mom boyfriend 😚😚

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charles_leclerc Is this a flattery or a mock?

     ⤷ lilymhe Flattery definitely

reneerapp why did u take this?

lilyzneimer 😂😂

username facebook mom charles is confirmed a long long time before this event even happened

     ⤷ yourusername this was truly a canon event

username but whys he looking so good tho

username What is he taking picture of?

     ⤷ username HES SHOWING THEM HER NEW ALBUM

     ⤷ username them in meaning is no one

     ⤷ username his camera roll is filled with him and the empty space

scuderiaferrari At least he's fashionable 😉

     ⤷ username is fashionable at the room with us?

yourusername added a photo to their story!

caption: hehe 😉

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yourusername charles said it's a ✨picture-dump✨

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landonorris i can't unsee what i see

maxverstappen1 Enjoying your meal by yourself, Handsome?

 ��   ⤷ yourusername wrong person, sorry

priscillawesley Charles, what are u talking about? It's obviously a memory-burn 🙄

     ⤷ yourusername no, and we've talk about this before

username what is that strawberry with a head on

     ⤷ username y/n for x men is real

username okay now say whoever stick that head into the poor strawberry

radvxz Oh no...

taylorswift I'm living for the aesthetics.

     ⤷ username TAYLOR WHAT'S THE AESTHETICS IN THIS??

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yourusername after a long while of waiting and teasing, the cat has finally out of the bag! and i present this to all of you.

Bewitched out February 13th! 🤎🤍

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radvxz 😭😭😭

username WE'RE NOT CLOWNING ANYMORE

sza CAN'T WAIIITTT

username WE ALR GOT THE VINYL???? best moment of my life

charles_leclerc 😚🥰

     ⤷ username i'm forever gonna live for supportive bf charles

arianagrande soo excited!!

username finally the album we're deluluing is real

lola.tung AHHHH amaaaazingg

maisiehpeters big year for witch girls 😭♥️

amandarachlee omg u look amazing

username Okay now where can i listen this on orchestra?

jeremyzucker GO Y/N!!!!

landonorris was listening to your song until you distract me with this🙄😌

username she said worry no more, i got u covered *wink*

[starkwlkr]

Hiii,i really really love your work🫀Can you do something with Pecco cuz He’s winner today🇮🇹✊🏻

exist for love | pecco bagnaia

i’m going to do half social media and half written on this one :) thank you for the request!!

“Y/n! Pecco is on the phone!” Y/n heard her mother say as she started walking away from the grammy stage. She had just won producer of the year and all she wanted was to celebrate with her boyfriend, but he was on the other side of the world racing.

“Thanks, mom.” Y/n said and grabbed her phone from her mother’s hand to see Pecco on the screen. “We did it!” She yelled and held up her award for Pecco to see.

“I’m so proud of you, amore. But that’s your award, you did it.” Pecco replied.

“Francesco! You put up with me when I had the worst writers block of my life. And you did help with some lyrics so don’t discredit yourself.”

Pecco laughed. “So I’m a grammy winner too?”

“Only if I can be the motogp world champion too.”

“Deal.”

Y/n heard someone in the background say that Pecco needed to hang up the phone. She understood that their time was limited since the start of the race was soon. It wasn’t long until Pecco and Y/n would reunite.

“I love you more than anything in the universe.” Pecco said.

“Wow, that’s a lot. I don’t think I can compete with that.” Y/n teased.

“I’m hoping one of these days you’ll make me a song with my words.” Pecco said sarcastically. What he didn’t know what that Y/n was already writing a song with words that Pecco had told her on their anniversary. Her songs were always seen as the sad songs that you would put in a playlist and title it ‘crying at 3 am’ so many fans were confused as to why she would call Pecco her muse for sad songs.

“I’ll write all the songs you want, Pecco. Bye, good luck and be safe.”

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y/nmakesmusic week after grammys and we’re back to work 🫶🏼 i even got some guy who drives a motorcycle in the studio and we made a pretty song. ‘exile’ featuring bon iver is out soon! (pecco suggested the bon iver feature🥰)

pecco63 you have a lovely voice ❤️

y/nmakesmusic love you, my muse ❤️

boniver you amaze me! it is truly an honor to work with you!

y/nmakesmusic no, YOU amaze me

taylorswift can’t wait to hear your beautiful voice, y/n!

y/nmakesmusic thanks for the lessons😭❤️

taylorswift ‘lessons’ she says but they were really an excuse for us to reunite and gossip

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y/nmakesmusic surprise! i made this song after our fourth date. i knew francesco was the one i would make my first love song about so while he was away, i wrote a little song for him and recorded it and now i want to share it with you all! ‘exist for love’ is my baby and i hope you love her. and to pecco, here are you pretty words turned into a song that you waited for.

pecco63 you’re incredible, amore. i love you forever❤️

y/nmymother imagine being the first person y/n wrote a love song about😭 pecco is winning fr

carolabagnaia love you and your amazing talent❤️

pecco63 what about me?

carolabagnaia did you write the song? no.

pecco63 but it’s about me 😌

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[shirefantasies]

Hi! I love ur account and saw u were going matchups so I wanted to participate! My names Mari, and appearance wise I’m pretty short, around 5’0, Mexican with long wavy brown hair and brown eyes. I’m bi with a preference for men. Um personality wise I’m pretty extroverted and I like think I’m a pretty open person. I love cooking, reading, and history, and I love talking about my interests and meeting new people. I definitely have a pretty low social battery though. I hope that’s enough! Tysm!!!

Hi Mari 🙋🏻‍♀️ hope you enjoy this matchup & me throwing in some silmarillion references cuz why not! My heart spoke to me in this moment & it said…

Boromir 😌

A woman of Minas Tirith, your path crosses Boromir’s quite naturally. You run a stall quite unlike the others he passes that day in market, enough so that he stops and dallies there, and you are happy to entertain this new face. When he introduces himself as Boromir, son of Denethor, you give pause, unaware this man was the heir to Gondor's stewardship. You make to curtsy but he stops you, insisting that's his father's business. He is just a man, you quite the charming book binder. At that, he selects an empty journal and purchases it, walking away with a smile. He was flirting with you, was he not? Least of what you expected that day was such an occurrence.

Boromir, it is plain to see, is not one for the books. He is an active captain and student in the ways of his people certainly, but not one to have his nose in one of your historical documents. Classics escape him, and yet there he is browsing your wares once again, his eyes drifting to yours as he smiles. Asking which one is your favorite. You cannot help the giggle that escapes your lips at the musing that he came with little aim to find a new volume. Instead of indulging him, you point out something he might like to read: recently you re-bound a particularly stunning account of a great victory Gondor won years back. "Your father would surely like you to study this, no?" You teased as he lit up. "This is brilliant, Mari," he exclaims as his eyes wander the small book, "truly! I want to know what you enjoy, too. Perhaps these pursuits give a greater insight, a key to unlock the natures of others. Values. Desires. Whims, even. Will you share yours with me?" Eyes lighting up, you nod. "That is what it is about! Why I do what I do. You are exactly right. Maybe you've guessed, but I have an affinity for history. Have you any knowledge of the accounts made of the days of the Silmarils?" "The old legends? My brother loves them."

Under what you would claim to be a guise save for its earnest, Boromir returns again and again to hear you read your favorite tales to him. The scanning of words on a page scatter his mind, lack the dynamism of oral storytelling, he tells you. You do not mind, especially when he comes bearing gifts of flowers, sweets, or tea for you to share. Besides, having a captive audience to discuss your favorite stories with is a rare treat, and you love watching new eyes take in the folly of the elves, the tragic romances and epic battles of your land's early days. Relishing in storytelling, you give your all to the voices and presentation of it, and your captain in enthralled. Boromir becomes an unofficial salesman in your stead, calling others to experience Gondor's culture through your wares and even taking sales for you when you need some time to refill your social glass. People smile, shake their heads fondly and knowingly at the captain's animated interest.

His feelings for you slip out one night when he stays past the hours of the afternoon and you offer him dinner if he has no noble duty. He does not, and there you are letting him try one of your family's old stew recipes at your table, the surprise of his warm company not totally lost on you. How one passing meeting turned into something you cannot help questioning...but not for long. Boromir gushes over your meal, going on until you're laughing from the other side of your little table. "No, I mean it. I knew I loved you before I was aware you could cook, but now?" Pausing, you lean forward, offering him a simple look of challenge. Dare he repeat it? Green eyes widening, Gondor's captain meets your look, sees your smile and grows into one himself. "Well, now that my secret is out: will the book-binder have a simple knight?" You will and you do.

Taglist: @mossthebogwitch @lokilover476 @fuckyoumakeart @kilibaggins @pirate-lord-of-narnia @ibabblealot @joonies-word @stormchaser819 | Reply/Ask/Message to join!

[sofjoy82]

I couldn’t help it. Now, let’s indulge into the battles of villain Toshinori, a baby Izuku, and goldfish. I give @stormcallart Another snippet, fluff, this time😌

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Toshinori had faced many obstacles and threats in his life as All Smite. He worked hard to earn the title of Japans worst villain and that took a lot of time and sacrifice. He was considered a menace by the Public Hero Safety Commission. Surly there’d be nothing that could thwart him?

All Smite was currently having a heated face off with a thief. Blue eyes gleamed as he stared the menace down. He stood tall, waiting for the boy to make the first move.

The young menace held a stolen box of goldfish in his tiny hands. He babbled happily as he gazed up at his father. The innocent smile he had on his face suggested something evil. Izuku knew what he was doing.

All Smite narrowed his eyes at the boy. Izuku often played ‘too cute to be punished’. It worked almost every time. Yagi held out his hand expectantly. “Izuku, give it to me.”

The baby giggled and quickly shook his head ‘no’. His vocabulary wasn’t that broad at this point. Around… thirty words? ‘Gowlfish’ seemed to be his favorite word above all; and right now he was babbling it under his breath as he held the precious box to his chest.

Toshinori huffed and bent down. He wore a sweet smile, trying to coax the toddler closer to grab the box. “Izuku, baby, daddy wants some goldfish too. Can he have some?”

The villain smiled when Izuku nodded and walked forward. He held his hand out for the box, proud that to have this win.

Izuku was all too happy to ‘share’ his goldfish with his father. The villain let out a cry when several slimy goldfish were placed in his hands. He shook his hand quickly and wiped his hand on his pants. “Gross! The box! Not your slobbery goldfish!” He glared at the baby.

Izuku found his fathers distress truly enjoyable and squealed with laughter. He paused to look his father in the eye before reaching into the box and grabbing a chubby fist full, which he quickly popped in his mouth.

Toshinori glowered darkly. His son was truly living up to the ‘little menace’ title his onesie gave him. The two stared each other down before Izuku smiled…

… And decided to make a run for it.

“Hey! Get back here!” Toshinori stood up and watched his son dash down the halls with the open box above this head, leaving a spotted trail of cheesy crackers behind him.

“Gowlfish!” He cried victoriously, disappearing around the bend. “My Gowlfish!”

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Toshinori would end up finding his son an hour later, passed out on the living room carpet with his toy bunny in one arm and his blankey in the other. The box of goldfish was discarded beside the toddler.

Toshinori sighed when he saw the box was almost empty. A small school of fish had formed around Izuku’s head, resembling sheep in a dream.

Izuku had a content smile on his face. Obviously, this had been a fun day.

Toshinori let out a soft laugh as he picked up his boy. Izuku didn’t stir from his self induced cracker coma and his head flopped onto his papas shoulder.

“You really are a little menace.” Toshinori mused playfully.

[penvisions]

Hi dear 😌😍☺️

I can't believe Garnish is almost over!

It's one of my favourite fics in the whole fandom!

Could we get another sneak peek?

💖

Thank you for your time!

hi hi, sorry for the last reply! yesterday was pretty hectic. but thank you so much for your unbelievably kind words! it's so nice to hear that you think so much of what started out as a silly little idea while at work, truly. ask for a snippet and receive a snippet ♡

'Your boxes were in the living room, bathed in easy early morning light when you turned the handle of the front door. Joel was a still figure on the couch, head hanging between his legs and cradled in his hands. Hair mused and frizzy from the endless brushing of his fingers through the thick locks.

He must’ve dosed off, you thought, as you quietly closed the door behind you. But when you turned back around, he was standing next to the boxes with a haggard look about him. Clothes disheveled and showing the wrinkles of his endless pacing and fidgeting throughout the night. You jumped, not having heard him move up from his spot and closer to you.

“Figured we could unpack today…if that’s somethin’ you would want.” His words were clear, but you could sense the hesitancy behind them, the uncertainty of where you were at and what you wanted obvious in his every muscle.'

[444m777]

I received Dancing The Dream in the mail today and I’m halfway through reading it… man, I feel so privileged to be reading his thoughts and poetries like this. I remember only knowing about his biography book Moonwalk but they rarely mention Dancing The Dream. I wonder why? It was published the year I was born so it feels like a little gift😌

I love his thoughts on spirituality and magic. I wish we could’ve learned more from him on his thoughts on numerology and astrology as well (two of my favorite subjects). Like, why hasn’t anyone interviewed him about stuff like this? Or am I not looking hard enough🤔 He was very particular about symbology and (deeper) meanings in his art but he also applied it to himself for personal development and you only catch a glimpse of that here and there in books/interviews/his writings but then the focus goes right back to “who are you sleeping with?” or “how do you write a song?” Mind you, I’m satisfied with the answer he gave on the latter (and the former lol 🤪 I don’t need to know his business like that haha). I just find it strange how people constantly wanted him to say more. It wasn’t enough. Like, the man said it came from God, (his) children being his muses, magic, wonder etc. NEXT QUESTION! Gosh! Can we ask some deep thought provoking questions instead? I mean no one bothered to ask WHY he felt it came from them. They just wanted something more tangible or something they could “sell”. I guess you can’t really sell God and spirituality when the artist in question had ‘secular’ music and grabbed his crotch lmao. But the press/people wanted “secular” answers but put some respect on my man’s name and LET IT GO as he did when he talked about his formula for writing songs.

Yes, I know he was very religious growing up but in Shmuley’s book Michael revealed he always questioned the church, religion in general… and he was just a very deep spiritual person from the jump, adopting (spiritual) teachings and using his own inner knowing to create a spiritually rich life (especially after having left Jehovah’s Witness church much against his wishes as he truly enjoyed connecting with and to a higher power—in community with others as the church fostered fellowship in a time where it was hard(er) to make friends and have genuine relationships of any kind). So, I feel we can’t use the “excuse” of him being Jehovah’s Witness when he wasn’t anymore for a very long time and considered himself to be more spiritual. I feel he would’ve been more open to talking about astrology etc. regardless if he read up on it or practiced it (astrology isn’t something you believe in… it’s more of a tool/language. I giggle when people say they don’t believe in it—which is fine btw but it’s not really a belief system but I digress…). He was a great conversationalist so I know he’d have some interesting thoughts to share. Who knows… more and more people are speaking out because of the biopic coming out next year. Maybe we’ll hear something in regards to that😊

I’ve looked into his natal, numerology and human design chart and it’s really fascinating. I truly feel I learn something new about him every time. In a way it feels like little Easter eggs😋 left behind for me (and others) because I’m passionate about personal development, human psyche, spirituality (and woo-woo) stuff too. There’s a reason for my blog name it has to do with numerology and his usage of the numbers 777 in his art/clothing. I’ll make another post about it with more detail soon.

Hugs and Heehees💫

[your-sweet-cookies]

whats the song that represents you / give us a song that reminds you of each muse you are interacting with the most.

Hmmm.... A song that represents me.... There are quite a few, but it's soo hard to choose only 1... I will try though for you anon. uwu

A song for me, Kukki - Human by Christina Perri

Mun Intermission: Now it's my turn to give a song (or more) for the Muses that Kukki interacts with a lot (some songs choices are also heavily based on the relationships that Kukki has with said Muses):

@niragixpsych's Niragi - Kaibustu from Beastars (because he is truly loyal and devoted to Kukki and loves her from the bottom of his soul to the point he'd give his life for her. Also, he's very protective of Kukki. uwu) and Gasoline by Halsey (props to Niragi's Mun for choosing such a fitting song for Niragi's complexity. X3 Plus, I feel it fits Kukki too.)

@niragisugurusan's Niragi - Dirty mind by Boy Epic (because the sexual tension between them is a crazy mess, but they're still going back and forth bickering instead of fucking already! Also, they really are into teasing each other. What's clear is that this Niragi has one heck of a dirty mind and Kukki is aware of all 'the things' he'd do to her, but still rolls with it cause she adores the softer side she gets out of him. XD) and also Partners in crime by Set it Off ft Ash-Costello (cause they are partners in crime. XD)

@hoodedchishiya's Chishiya - Fuckton of cats from Crazy Ex-Girlfriend (you can't tell me this song doesn't give off Chishiya vibes. 🤣 He'd surely get a fuckton of cats. :))) ). Ok, ok, jokes aside let's give Chi man a proper song: Bad romance by Lady Gaga (this gives off the interactions between him and Niragi, but I guess it could also fit an enemies to lovers scenario between him and Kukki)

@prosopagn0sis aka Unmei - Darkside by NEONI (ever since I heard it first time, it gave me soo many Unmei vibes and now I can't not think of her whenever it pops up in my recommendations)

@twentyfourhourtitts aka Narumi - Milkshake by Kelis (because she's an amazing sext gal and we all know it. ;) )

@hinataxsunshine - Ashita wo Narase from Fairy Tail (this song gives me the vibes of their friendship. X3)

@kuinaoflight - True friend by Miley Cyrus (because she is a true and amazing friend and Kukki loves her a lot! X3)

@risa-of-spades - Queen of kings by Alessandra (badass song for a badass queen, enough said. 😌)

Hopefully I didn't forget anyone. Kukki has many more other great and wonderful people she interacts with, but the anon asked specifically for people she interacts with the most (meaning on a daily basis or whom Kukki knows for a longer time), so I couldn't include really everyone she exchanged interactions with, but know that each and every one of you is loved by both me and Kukki! X3 If you want a song too, feel free to leave me an ask and I'll do my best to find something fitting for your Muse or our Muses' current relationship! <3

[saevus-brutalis]

💕 self-love time! talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, artworks, fanfics) you like the most then send to other creators to do the same 💕

really proud of my boy Vince as a whole 😩 my son, my muse, my safe space; first human oc ever made, first oc that i ever truly loved and adored. 🤲 boy really helped me with some shit, made me realize some more; generally speaking he was - and still is - a very healing experience

each new piece of him forces me to be more creative, more detailed, more dynamic, more experimental - like in this pic; i've always been rather detailed but i never thought i would end up being able to draw complex cybernetics and military gear just so i can dress up my stupid old pixel man

many good things followed after his creation in 2020, it was for him that i really started trying my strengths at drawing people, he's the reason i stayed here and continued to draw and post stuff

he went through so many design changes, so many ref sheets, changed his whole finished story and wrote a new one and he only keeps on growing

the amount of lore i have for him is insane and it only keeps evolving, changing; created three whole fictitious companies set in the CBP77 universe to include in his story, over fifteen side characters, researched and meticulously picked by hand his exact time of birth down to a minute so that all his zodiac signs would fit his personality and overall person perfectly; so yea in short i put a lot of work, time and brain effort into him

for now i'm satisfied with what he has become and i couldn't been more proud of him 😌

[sunshine-shitposts]

Clementine

Listen I know this is hella late but I am very proud of it 😌

=

August 18, 2022

"You're showing," Toby breathed, eyes wide with wonder as he looked at the slight swell of his friend's stomach.

Sunnie laughed, still holding up the bottom hem of her large tie dye sweatshirt so he could marvel at the sight. "You've been out on duty for a while, you should have expected this. That's what babies do, y'know, grow."

"Yeah, I know I should have but… you're showing!! There's a bump! There's a… a bump, wow," He repeated, voice filled with awe and adoration and tapering off into a whisper. He moved his hands over the soft skin of her belly. "Look, this appendectomy scar even kinda moved a bit!!" He continued, poking at one of the three larger silvery-pale marks on her skin and her eyes blew wide.

"Oh shit? For real??" She looked down to where Toby pointed before her mouth split wide into a smile. "Babe!!!" She called out, "Babe, get a pad of paper and a pencil… and a tape measure too, or something!!"

"Of course, darling. What for?" Dio called back from the kitchen, the gentle clinking of plates and glassware being packed up ringing faintly through the air.

"We're going to start tracking the distance between my appendectomy scars," she said excitedly, and he laughed.

"You can take the STEM teacher out of the classroom, but you can't take the classroom experiments out of the STEM teacher," he mused as he pulled open one of the kitchen drawers and rummaged around, finding her adorable bear-shaped measuring tape quite easily. Grabbing a pencil and pad, he strolled into the living room, dodging the various packed boxes as he walked, before handing the items to his wife. He gave her a kiss on the head, then turned and gave Toby a kiss on his head as well before he turned and walked back to the kitchen. "The packing calls to me, darlings!"

Toby and Sunnie stared at each other for a second, eyes wide, before giggling.

"He's really cute when he's being affectionate," Toby whispered.

"Oh, totally cute," Sunnie agreed.

They both knew that he'd probably heard them anyways.

After taking down the measurements between scars, and their distance from the belly button, Toby set his head against Sunnie's stomach. "You know I'm gonna be the best uncle, right?" He grinned ear to ear, "I'm gonna learn how to change diapers, I'm gonna babysit them when you two need time alone, they're gonna be my new best friend!"

Sunnie smiled back at him, running her hand through his fluffy hair. "I know you will," she said, and he preened under her touch, "I've seen your search history, Toebeans. 'How to change a diaper', 'how to rock a baby to sleep', you're really doing research."

"I'm really glad your parents gave you that rocking chair you fell asleep on when you were a baby. I feel like it'll help a lot, though I might fall asleep on it too." Toby smiled.

"Trust me," Sunnie snickered, "My dad did that a lot. Still puts me right to sleep all these years later."

Toby sighed contentedly, then pushed his head a little bit further into his friend, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I've never had this before," he said softly, "You guys are the only family I have, besides mama."

Sunnie dropped next to him on the sofa, wrapping her arms around him. "I know, bestie. I know." She squeezed tighter, remembering the first time she met Toby's mom—Vanessa was absolutely gorgeous, yes, but there was a distant yet palpable loneliness in her hazelnut eyes and in her genial rosy smile. Both of the Culvers truly only ever had each other prior to the aftermath of Sunnie's first mission, and every time Sunnie had visited her with Toby after that, she could see a little more light return to her, as if she was happy that her son had finally found friendship. "Tobs, we're both so lucky that you're in our lives. Ever since Maine, you've been here for both of us. And you've never stopped! You're nothing if not persistent."

"It's not my fault that two hot people with oddly simmering sexual tension between them popped up in front of me like that," Toby laughed a little shakily, "I had to take advantage of the situation. And neither of you… you didn't judge me for who I am or what I do, or that I enjoy what I do. Not many people here have ever wanted to get to know the Foundation's resident torture specialist. You welcomed me, though. Sunnie, you both—"

She could feel him tensing up, so she diverted his energy by squeezing and pulling him backwards into the comfort of the crux of the sectional sofa, padded with pillows and blankets. She laid next to him, nuzzling into his cheek reassuringly.  "Listen, Tobs. We love you. Both of us, we love you so much."

Probably sensing that Toby's emotions had riled up, Dio returned with two glasses of ice water, setting them down on the coffee table and sitting next to Sunnie. "Tobias, trust me. You are as much a part of our family as we are yours. We guarantee you that. And both of us will remind you of it, over and over, whenever you'd like." Toby and Sunnie sat back up, the former reaching for his water as his face could hardly contain the blushing joy he was feeling.

"You guys will be the death of me," he forced out, nearly trembling with happiness before taking a long drink. "Both of you are too much, almost. It's a lot to handle at times."

"We have a lot of love to give, silly," Sunnie teased. "And you do too. You're going to be one of the best uncles the world's ever seen."

"Agreed," Dio said.

"But!!" Sunnie blurted out, a warm sharpness in her tone that made Toby straighten up and answer her with a clipped 'yes ma'am!!', "I have some rules regarding media. They are to be strictly followed, as the situation allows."

"So, if it's on in a public space, it's generally fine," Dio said, nudging their friend behind Sunnie's back. "It's mostly an 'if we can help it' policy."

She nodded. "Firstly: no Paw Patrol until the kid can be spoken to about the show's implications," she said, tapping her finger on the coffee table, "I don't trust it. It seems like an authoritarian police state fantasy packaged up in cute vigilante puppies. The lack of social services depicted in the show and the normalization of drone surveillance over the citizens alarms me. I could go on a rant about my problems with it, but I'll spare you."

Dio chuckled lovingly. "I defer to my wife on this one. She's the political science major, I trust her judgment on matters such as this above all."

Toby nodded dutifully, understandingly: "Honestly I got a nasty vibe all along with that show," he then snickered, "Like it's paw-paganda."

Dio rolled his eyes, smile pulling at his lips despite himself. "Oh my god."

"Secondly," Sunnie continued, "No Peppa Pig. I've seen the devastation that porcine pest can cause. Do you know how hard it is to stop an entire grade of children from oinking after each sentence?? Her effects are horrifically memetic in nature. Shit catches on like an SCP cognitohazard-based plague."

"I've seen some Peppa Pig episodes," Dio grimaced, "Can't believe my country of origin produced something like that."

"No phallic-headed piggies, got it," Toby nodded again, thoroughly amused by Sunnie's personal vendetta against a children's cartoon.

"And thirdly:" Sunnie said, "Fuck Caillou, if I could punt that bald-headed little shit across a field I would. No Caillou. Absolutely none."

At that, Toby laughed, loud and ringing. "At this point, do you guys have an approved list of kids' media?"

"Oh, of course. Most media is alright, it's just that we've taken a stand against these specifically. But we do have several that we favor," Dio said, almost sagely, "Daniel Tiger, Bluey, The Backyardigans, many of the shows on PBS—barring any aforementioned—Mr. Rogers in particular is a show that Sunshine has introduced me to, and I find its quality to be incredible."

"He's healing his inner child," Sunnie interjected, to which Dio smiled.

"Yes," he said, voice soft and a little distant, "Yes, I suppose I am."

Toby looked up at him, his usually manic gaze softening. "I'm happy for you, Big D," he said, voice comfortingly warm, "If anyone deserves it, you do."

Dio laughed. "Oh, I hardly think I deserve it," he said, ruffling Toby's undercut a bit, "Actually, amongst all of those shows, I think I've found myself appreciating Bluey the most. It's… helpful to see a healthy family dynamic such as theirs."

Sunnie planted a kiss on her husband's cheek. "You're talking like my family isn't enough of an example, babe," she said jokingly, to which Dio's face went slightly paler than normal.

"That's—my love, that's not what I meant at all, I just—"

She cackled, "I'm teasing, big guy. I know." Sunnie pressed some extra kisses to his face, and he relaxed.

"I agree with Toby, you know. Sometimes you are too much." Dio took a deep breath in while Toby snickered at the blush that dusted the vampire's cheeks. "I don't know how to raise children. I have no idea what it might be like, nor what being a good father to a little child is supposed to entail. I've met some of Sunshine's former students, and I've watched how wonderfully she interacts with them, how she treats them as equals rather than looking down on them. But I, myself, have never done so." He looked over to Sunnie, his smile loving. "Your parents are excellent, the best of the best. Your relationship with them is so open and honest, but I've only ever seen pictures and some sparse video of you with them when you were a child. So, watching Bandit and Chilli's grace in raising their little animated puppies is the best I have in that regard." Reaching a hand up, he cupped her cheek, running his thumb along the soft, glowy skin. "I spent years filled with cruelty and covered in sharp edges. Being soft and yielding is still a new experience for me. I only hope you allow me leeway as I navigate this new chapter of my life, my love."

Sunnie's lip trembled a bit and her eyes noticeably began to water slightly. She drew in a shuddering breath as she smiled widely. "The hormones are getting to me. I'm so happy I wanna cry."

"Then I shall be there to dry your tears," her husband said before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "Or rather, for now, Toby shall have the honor of comforting you. I'm almost done packing up the kitchen." Toby and Sunnie laughed as he stood, running a clawed hand through Sunnie's messy dark purple hair. "Don't strain yourself too much, Sunlight. The big move is soon after all."

"I'll watch myself, big guy. Have fun with the cutlery!" She called after him as he returned to the kitchen.

"Toss around a few knives for me!" Toby joined in.

"You have my word!" Dio responded.

Sunnie took a moment to drink from her glass of water, nearly emptying it in one go before setting it back down. "It's really weird, Tobs," she looked around at the now-mostly-empty room, a majority of their belongings safe in labeled boxes, "I've lived here for… four years now? I escaped a horrible marriage here, and these are walls I've healed from that in. I found new love here, new friends, a new life, and as claustrophobic as some people might find living underground, I'm going to miss it here."

He grinned his toothy grin and pulled her in for a hug, nestling her comfortably into his side. "I feel like this change will be incredible for you two. A yard! A pool, a creek in the back, so, so many trees, and a lot of them are climbable!" He rested his head on hers. "You guys are gonna have so much space to work with. This kid's gonna have it good. They're gonna wake up from a mid-day nap to the sounds of birds and maybe some squirrels, they're gonna catch toads and fireflies on summer nights. It's literally an idyllic childhood home. Not to mention, the house already feels magical."

"It really does," Sunnie said, smiling at the thought of the beautiful home, and of how she could feel its history the first time she traced her fingers over the intricate carvings on the front door.

"Welp, before we keep packing," Toby said, slapping his thighs before he stood and stretched his arms and back, then went to walk off down the main hall. "I gotta take a piss. I'll be back in a jiff!"

Sunnie stood as well and walked over to the TV, reaching up and pulling her large photobook of Ireland off of the recessed shelf above the screen and held it in her hands for a moment. She ran her fingers over the cover—rolling green hills with a line of an old cobblestone fence running through it, bright blue sky filled with white clouds hovering above the land like an embrace. She wondered if one day they'd be able to travel to Ireland as a family, to see the lands that many of her own ancestors had hailed from.

It had been a little longer than twelve years since she had met her biological mother. And even though that relationship ultimately wasn't fated to work out—her biological mother was fine in the beginning, but she eventually succumbed to a path of conservative religious extremism—it had opened up Sunnie's world to meeting her other family, and eventually her biological father. Sunnie's relationship with him was also ill-fated; as it turned out, he was an Illuminati conspiracy theorist and Sunnie was a Freemason-by-family, so upon learning that, he'd dropped communications with her and, within the past year, had passed from cancer.

Neither of her biological parents, much to her dismay, had Stands. Nor did, to her knowledge, anyone else she was genetically related to. At the time it was an incredibly difficult concept to grasp: she'd spent twenty years assuming and hoping that meeting her biological family would clear up the mysteries of why she was the way she was, of why she could control wind almost instinctively. She never got any answers. In the end, she'd come to peace with the unsatisfactory outcome, and found solace in the discovery of her ancestry instead. Her biological father had an anglicized Irish last name, and upon getting her genetics tested at the behest of her ex-husband, she'd confirmed her predominantly Irish origins.

But she knew that eventually, the child growing inside her would ask why they had no grandparents on dad's side. They'd ask where dad was from. They'd ask questions upon questions, because that is what children do—they explore the world around them through inquiry. She and her husband had had many discussions on how to handle this, and had agreed that the kid would grow up knowing dad was different. That he was a vampire. They both figured that if Sunnie had kept the secret of having a Stand so well as a child, their kid could handle knowing the reality of their dad's condition. Dio had even called his in-laws and asked for advice, which they were happy to give. As for Dio's history, they'd parcel it out in bits and pieces according to how well they'd figure the child could handle it. You can never plan exactly when a kid is ready for something, Sunnie told Dio, they grow up thinking Santa and the tooth fairy exist, and then one day they figure the reality of it out. It'd just be a similar thing to work out.

There was a strange creeping of dark green—almost black—at the corners of her vision, and her brows furrowed. That wasn't normal. She blinked it away, or at least tried to, but it persisted, slinking further and further as her head suddenly felt light and off-kilter.

In the other room, something tingled at Dio's nose, and not in a way he liked. "Love?" He asked, popping his head out from the kitchen doorway. "Is everything alright?"

Sunnie stared at him, wide-eyed, before she felt the hold on the book loosen and it fell from her hands to the floor, narrowly missing her foot. As her vision nearly completely darkened, she felt gravity shift and her knees buckled.

Dio immediately vanished from view, but she knew she was safe, because as she fell, his arms were already there to catch her.

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The first thing Sunnie noticed when she came to was the sterile smell of a hospital room. The beeps of medical instruments, however, were nowhere to be heard; the room was instead bathed in a watery shimmer, like sunlight viewed through the rippling water of an aquarium, as a large, translucent jellyfish-like creature floated above her, the lights inside it pulsing as it emitted comfortingly echoing hum-like noises. Several of its thick tentacles fell around her like a sort of curtain, soft specks of light drifting down towards her through them like snowflakes, and one tentacle seemed to be placed so that it could connect with her body through her chest. A second tentacle, however, extended itself so that it could connect with her stomach.

Seemingly upon registering Sunnie's awakeness, rainbow lights flitted along the outside of the tentacles, and she found herself admiring the sight—it was like the lights on a comb jelly in the deep sea.

She'd heard about this Stand before: Clementine, a Stand used by one of the major doctors at the Dallas location. The Stand itself couldn't heal, but it was renowned for its diagnostic and monitoring abilities. Toby had excitedly talked about it before, having had to be taken care of by it multiple times (his job as 'interrogator' came with a few dangers), and he'd always sung the praises of its user's bedside manner.

She turned her head towards the windows and saw a tall man, broad-shouldered and framed in the warm light of the sunset, his hat set on the table so his dark hair fell slightly messy around his face as he wrote on something before consulting what was likely a textbook, his long coat draped over the back of his chair. She blinked, brows furrowed as she wondered if she was seeing things, before asking:

"…Jotaro?"

He set his pen down and looked over to her, aquamarine eyes just as vibrant as she remembered. "Sunnie. Hi."

"Uh, hisashiburi." She gripped the soft, sterile sheets under her hands. "How've you been?"

"Well enough."

She looked at him oddly, an unspoken question in the air, which he seemed to pick up on.

"This room isn't protected against the sun, so Dio can't be in here yet." He turned back to his notes, leafing through them for a moment before picking them up and tapping them on the table, straightening them. "Toby was in until he got called out to do some work. I just got in town, and I agreed to watch over you."

Sunnie stared at him, eyes wide, before she laughed, waving her hands in the air placatively. "Thanks a bunch, man, but you didn't need to! This place is super safe, after all."

Jotaro looked back at her, mildly bemused. "I was requested, actually."

She stared at him, face blank. "Uh, Cat? Er–Mrs. Gupta?"

He smirked a little. "No, not her. Your husband asked for me."

Her jaw dropped and she bolted forward in her bed in disbelief. "Wha—Dio asked for you?"

"I was just as surprised as you are. But apparently, he said he couldn't think of anyone more capable of protecting you besides himself. He was… he was very worried for you."

Sunnie sat back on her hospital bed, almost at a loss for words. "Holy shit. Well if that ain't character development, I don't know what is."

Jotaro gave her a light shrug in response. Before he could say anything else, the door opened, and a cheery voice danced through the room.

"Good morning, Mrs. Brando～! Or rather, good evening!"

Dr. Charlotte Wilder's official title was Chief Diagnostician, which was true, but she also had an incredible knack for many other fields, surgery being a particular interest of hers. Her off-record primary work, however, was diagnosing, monitoring, and rehabilitating (if needed) employees affected by any Stand attacks they'd encounter in the field. She was young—only twenty two years of age—with long braided peach colored hair and a multitude of light freckles all over her body, and big, round light green eyes that almost always sparkled. Her position at the Dallas Foundation had been secured since she was scouted at the young age of eleven.

"Oh, call me Sunnie," Sunnie laughed, automatically rising to meet the bubbly personality of the doctor as Jotaro did the opposite and buried himself back into his work.

"Alrighty then, Sunnie," Dr. Wilder grinned widely before making a beeline to the wheeled stool in the room by a desk, "And you can call me Charlotte. We're all Stand users, we're all part of the same gang. So, how are you feeling? Any discomfort?"

Sunnie thought for a moment, then shook her head. "Nah, I feel good. Rested." She then lowered her face into a mock-grim expression, dropping her voice dramatically. "So, doc, give it to me straight… how bad is it? How long do I got?"

Charlotte laughed brightly. "It's anemia," she said, pushing herself closer to the bedside on her stool (but not before doing a 360° twirl on it). "But it's, uh… weird anemia."

"Weird anemia?" Sunnie repeated, slowly.

Charlotte looked at Sunnie over her rectangular wire frame glasses, tapping her Foundation-branded silver pen on the mattress. "While you were passed out, your iron levels dropped a few times. But your child's—" She consulted with her Stand for a moment, and it seemed to let out a few confirmatory warbles, "—your child's rose significantly each time that happened."

Sunnie's eyes blew wide and she leaned forward, shocked. "You mean the kid is leeching off of me??"

"Well, they're half vampire, what did you expect?" Charlotte giggled, one of Clementine's translucent arms beginning to flash dimly as she filled out a form on her clipboard, "But this isn't anything to worry about. We just need you on a special iron supplement regimen. I'll take the data from Clementine into the lab and get something fixed up for you. I'd like you to come in weekly to check for any adjustments that need to be made at least—you know as well as I do that we're winging this pregnancy as it is. If you begin to feel lightheaded before that week mark hits, let me know immediately and I'll get you in."

Jotaro saw Sunnie relax into her pillow slightly, breathing a sigh of relief. "Yeesh. What a little gremlin." She smiled and placed her hand on her belly, caressing it through her sweatshirt softly. "You're gonna pay for this in so many cuddles when you get outta there, buddy."

Charlotte looked at Sunnie and held her hand up, whispering a small 'may I?' before Sunnie nodded, and Charlotte placed the hand on her stomach as well, right next to her Stand's glowing arm. "You know, when I heard about the circumstances of this pregnancy, I was fascinated—a non-human and a human producing offspring, and this is the first time we'd be able to monitor it all the way through. A medical first…" she trailed off for a moment, before looking at Sunnie, alarmed. "Oh–oh god, I'm so sorry, I'm talking about you like you're an experiment—"

She was cut off by Sunnie's bright, cackling laughter. "No! No, I get it. I totally get it, I'm rather scientifically-minded myself. I'm just as interested as you are, frankly."

Charlotte relaxed substantially. "Oh thank god," she chuckled, "I tend to overwhelm people sometimes. Don't mean to, it just kind of happens." She stood up, putting her pen in her lab coat pocket. "I'll get the supplements ready in the pharmacological suite. By the way," she said, almost as an aside, "The sun's just set. Your husband will probably be up soon." She then motioned to her Stand, which detached its tentacles from Sunnie's body and made a deep warbling noise. "It was good to meet you, by the way! Don't forget, I'll see you next week."

Sunnie waved excitedly. "Next week! I'll definitely be there."

Charlotte smiled again before turning to leave out the door. As Clementine followed the doctor out of the room, Sunnie looked at Jotaro and saw his gaze following the Stand intently. After the door closed, she waited a few seconds before releasing an amused huff of air.

"…Did you like Clementine because it looks like a jellyfish?" She asked, a sly grin on her face.

Jotaro looked off to the side slightly. "…I didn't hate it."

Sunnie giggled. There was a comfortable silence between them for about a minute before she spoke up.

"Dio and I bought a house that we're moving into," she said, "It's massive. Three stories, Victorian. There's a pool, a garden… There's a creek in the back too, with fish and ducks and frogs. We've even already had all the regular windows replaced with a special Foundation-made UV-resistant glass, and all the stained glass is being treated so that Dio can walk around during the day and not get hurt." She looked at Jotaro with a warm smile. "We're also having a second, more planned out marriage celebration early next year. Our wedding was really rushed and really small, but if you'd like to attend, I'll send you the details."

He stared at her, face stoic as always, before nodding. "I'll see if I can make it," he replied. "I suppose I need to get over the fact that this Dio isn't the one I fought. The fact that he's been in with the Foundation this long speaks for itself, but…"

His words died off and he seemed to not know how to continue his thoughts out loud, but Sunnie nodded knowingly. "I get it, Jotaro. Sometimes it's hard to let go of a past that affected you so deeply. I know how it feels."

He gave her a small, appreciative smile before the door slammed open and there was a blur of blonde hair as Dio wrapped his massive arms around Sunnie, pushing her back into the pillow on the medical bed with the force of the hug.

"Oh. Speak of the devil." Jotaro deadpanned.

"Darling, I spoke to the doctor in the hall," Dio said hurriedly, not paying any mind to Jotaro's comment. "She said it's anemia, and assured me that you and the baby are going to be fine, but how do you feel? Are you alright??" He pulled back and looked at her pleadingly. She just broke out in a peal of laughter, cheeks flushing.

"I'm fine! I promise, I'm fine, big guy." She brought her hands up to his face and pulled him down, pressing their foreheads together. "Both of us are perfectly fine. It just turns out our little bundle of joy is taking a few cues from his dear old dad and taking some of my blood."

Dio's eyes widened for a moment, then he laughed as well, the sound deep and sonorous. "Well well well, I certainly don't blame them! They'd better leave some for me, though. I've been holding off on partaking since the beginning of the pregnancy and I would hate to be left out."

A cough interrupted them, and they both turned to see Jotaro, whose normally aloof demeanor had cracked to show slightest hint of disgust at their display of affection. Sunnie cackled again, and she apologized profusely as Dio straightened himself up.

"Jotaro, I would like to thank you personally for watching over Sunshine," he said, though his furrowed brows gave away his discomfort being so close to the man. "And, by proxy, our unborn child."

"It's no problem, really," Jotaro replied, voice a little clipped. There was a small twitch in one of his hands, and he seemed to grit his teeth. "Do you, uh, do you know the sex of the child?"

"We know, but we're keeping it between us," Sunnie explained, to which Dio chuckled.

"Sunshine has some… more traditional family members. When we do finally announce both our marriage and pregnancy to them and the baby showers happen, we'd prefer to not have them forcing these weirdly gendered baby items on them."

Sunnie grimaced. "Like those onesies that say 'daddy's girl'."

"Or the shirts that say 'lady killer' or 'hide your daughters' or some such nonsense," Dio added in disgust.

Jotaro felt some of the tension leave his body. "That's understandable." He paused for a moment, clearly deep in thought. "You really aren't the same man that I killed, huh?" Jotaro said, standing to his full height. Even this Dio was different—he was slightly taller than Jotaro, maybe by an inch or an inch and a half.

Dio's brows creased, and he looked away. "We may have been similar. Dio Prime and I have both done terrible things—arguably, I have done far worse. Since I escaped, the number I've killed in the name of survival is far higher than Prime's ever was." He sighed after a moment, then met Jotaro's eyes again: they were the exact same bright aquamarine color he remembered from that night in Alta, but these were calmer and wiser and not filled with hatred. He breathed in deep before releasing a sigh. "Ultimately, I do feel I've changed. A wise man once said, 'Which is better: to be born good, or to overcome your evil nature through great effort?'"

Sunnie immediately slapped at his hip. "Oh my god," she stage-whispered, "Oh my god are you fucking quoting Skyrim to Jotaro???"

Dio just as quickly grabbed the top of Sunnie's head, pushing it around in circles as he, too, stage-whispered humorously, "Shh. Hush, my love. Don't say anything."

Jotaro just stared at them in disbelief. "…Dio played Skyrim?"

Dio shrugged. "Whenever Sunshine goes out on missions, I find myself with little to do. She enjoys video games, so I decided to try some out, on her recommendation."

"He's played Shadow of the Colossus too, and we play Guild Wars 2 together as well," Sunnie interjected, grinning, "And several Pokémon games, but I question his team building methods."

Dio leaned down, leering at his wife. "I build my teams for the aesthetic. It's important."

She glared at him. "What about functionality, because I kick your ass EVERY time we battle!!"

"It doesn't matter that you kick my ass. What matters is that I look good."

Despite himself, Jotaro let out an amused huff. Both Dio and Sunnie stared at him with wide eyes. "You really are a lot different than him," Jotaro said, almost under his breath, before continuing. "I have to get to my room, I have a call with the Antarctic Expedition team in an hour."

"It's been good seeing you, Jotaro～!" Sunnie said cheerily before her face contorted in what seemed to be confusion and some slight discomfort. Then, realization hit. "BABE," she whispered, eyes like saucers, "The kid's kicking!!"

Dio immediately dropped down and knelt by his wife, placing a large hand on her stomach, a short moment passing before his eyes lit up. "Oof, that's a strong child. I expect nothing less." He smiled proudly. "Especially considering who the parents are."

"When's the kid due?" Jotaro asked as he gathered his things into his briefcase.

"December," Sunnie smiled, "So, soon enough."

Dio laughed softly. "Soon? Love, that's several months away yet."

Her smile turned cryptic. "The people that get it, get it."

Her husband rolled his eyes. "You say the strangest things sometimes." As the Joestar began to walk to the door, Dio stopped him. "Jotaro?"

Jotaro looked back at him over his shoulder, and they shared a sustained moment of eye contact that, refreshingly, wasn't fueled by animosity and rage.

"…Again, thank you." Dio finally said.

Jotaro nodded to him and left, leaving the two expecting parents to their own devices.

[lostinwildflowers]

Eeeee mee next!!!

1.) I can play the harmonica and the kazoo at the same time

2.) Any slimy food makes me feel very icky

3.) I use oil pastel like how one would paint but I absolutely hate wet medium with every fiber of my being

Thats all, thank you! *Bow* 💜💜

Cat!!!!!! Hi my love!!!! I hope you are well🥰

I immediately think of Zeke💀

a) I think as much as he would tease you for playing the harmonica AND THE KAZOO TOGETHER, when it's late at night in the summer, I think he'd enjoy it. He'd never tell you that tho😂

b) I get the feeling Zeke is also a pickier eater??? Like he also is not a fan of slimy foods, he likes crunchy salty things.

c) Paint him. PAINT HIM. I think he would love to be your muse. He also probably would take the time to truly admire your art too😌

[seitmai]

I'm obsessed with this chapter and therefore have A LOT to say lol

"A Nugget," Bradley replied with a nod, his voice shaking slightly with emotion. Rose was naked and crying, and your husband had the softest look you'd ever seen on his face. His excitement to become a father made your entire pregnancy easier, because you didn't feel alone. He'd been worshipping your body and writing in the notebook for months, promising you he was ready for this. And now, as the nurse approached both of you with your daughter, it was his time to get exactly what he wanted.

The Nugget is here 🥰😍

"She's so small," you marveled as she puckered her lips and rubbed her face against you. When you met Bradley's gaze, he was still kneeling next to the bed with the sappiest, lovesick smile on his face.

He is done for🥹

When the nurse walked away, Bradley leaned down to kiss your forehead. "Don't worry," he murmured, running his nose along your cheek, "if you've got any issues, I'm actually something of a lactation specialist myself."

He really said it 😂

You couldn't help but laugh as he let his hand come to rest on top of yours where you were holding Rose in place. "You did this, Sweetheart," he whispered, clearly already entranced by his daughter. "You made my life better than my wildest dreams."

His biggest dream being a dad is the cutest thing ever 😭🥰

"Close your eyes," Bradley whispered next to your ear. "I'll watch over both of you. I won't go anywhere."

🥹🥹🥹

Bradley laughed. "Well, she has the snacking thing down already. Can't keep her away from your tits for more than an hour or two." He kissed her soft skin again. "Just like your old man."

He did it again, he really can't help himself 😂

She yawned and curled up, wrapping her fingers in his bit of chest hair. He'd taken his undershirt off, wanting to try the skin to skin thing for himself, and that's when he realized just how relaxing it was. This must have been why you fell asleep so easily earlier with Rose on your chest. She was like a heating pad. Or a little blanket that smelled sweet.

Having a baby layin on your chest being super realxinf and making you sleepy is exac what my dad has said about me as a baby and I see it with my uncle and his grandchild, this truly seems like a universal and wholesome thing 🥰

"No, I've been holding her. Why would I put her down?"

He's so serious about it, like what a dumb question 😅

"I took care of it," he replied softly, walking around and bobbing a little bit so she would stay asleep. "Bickel has been texted. Your parents have been, too. Jake and Nat and the others all know I'm the proudest dad in the world. I took a bunch of pictures on your phone, and now it's charging by the window. I've got this. Just relax."

Yes!!! This!!!

"Just checking to see if you need anything," one of them said, eyes trailing down to where his flight suit was bunched up around his hips. At least the second nurse was attaching the blood pressure cuff to your arm as she stared at him.  "My wife probably wants breakfast," he mused. "Do you have any little packets of hot sauce? I forgot to pack some in the overnight bags."

I see what you are doing Bradley! Using the ogling nurses for your wife's gain, as it should be. I respect that 🫡

"She's adorable," you crooned. "Even her crying sounds kind of cute." "I didn't want to say anything before," Bradley said, almost relieved, "but it's a very cute cry." 

Rosie has wrapped them around her tiny little fingers already 😌

He took a few enormous bites of the bacon, eggs and pancakes, realizing he was running on pure adrenaline and about to crash if he didn't get something in his stomach. Then he loaded up the fork with eggs dipped in hot sauce and carefully fed it to you, cupping his hand over Rose's head so he didn't make a mess while she enjoyed her own breakfast.

He needs to fuel up, so he can never put her in the bassinet ever 😅

The bead of milk forming on your nipple was highly distracting, and Bradley grunted as he watched you feed her until she was full and drowsy again. He wanted to ask you if you'd let him taste you again when he got the three of you home, but your parents called while you were finishing your pancakes.

Definitely seems like Bradley and Rosie have some similarities😅

"Just like my wife," Bradley remarked, and your mom swooned a little bit more.

I mean, how can you not swoon at that

He stared at her and snuggled Rose a little tighter. "No, I'm fine." He couldn't fathom that anyone would want to put their newborn in one of those bassinets and send them to the nursery. He could sit here with her all day.

And he is determined to do exactly that

"Really?" Bradley asked, suddenly intrigued. "Could they teach me how to do the burrito wrap?" "Do not put hot sauce on our child," you said, tossing your hospital gown aside and standing there naked.

This was legit my first thought when I read the baby burrito wrapping thing 😅

Bradley reached for your hand, and you let him have it. "I'm going to turn our child into a burrito." "Please put a shirt on first. It's really too much, Roo." You smirked before ducking into the bathroom. 

He and the nurses would probably love it if he stayed shirtless for the baby wrapping session, he wants to go full on DILF mode 😂

"Can you make sure I do it right?" he asked the nurse. "I want to impress the hell out of my wife."She smiled and carefully unwrapped the baby so he could try. Rose stretched her fist up toward the light and smiled when he ran his fingers along her cheek.

🥹🥹🥹

"Yeah," he replied, grinning. He paused before adding, "She was born less than twelve hours ago, but it feels like she's been around since I first learned about her. Been getting excited since July." He tucked the end of the blanket in and patted her. "Looks just like a burrito." Bradley looked around at his surroundings. The room was cozy and clean, but he shook his head as he picked Rose up again. "Nah. I just can't seem to put her down for more than a minute or two," he replied, kissing her nose before she yawned again. "You'll be a good dad."

When she asked if Rose is his first she already knew and it's so clear that he will be a good dad, just by those few sentences she knew it and she has probably seen more new dads than anyone 🥰

"Well, this one wouldn't take no for an answer," he replied with a bit of an eye roll. He had Rose pressed against his chest with one big hand, and he opened the door to reveal Nat holding an enormous bouquet of colorful roses.

Obviously she wouldn't take no for an answer, but how could you say no to Nat from the beginning?

"Oh my god," she gasped, tossing the flowers onto the foot of the bed as soon as she saw the baby. "She's really here. You're really parents!"

Tha baby in their arms makes it real real🥰

Nat's dark eyes went wide and then welled up with tears as she ran into the bathroom. Bradley leaned down to give you a kiss. "Thanks," he murmured. "I wanted it to be her, too," you insisted. "I mean, look how excited she is."

🥹🥰🥹🥰

Nat ran back out of the bathroom, gave you a kiss on the cheek, and then plopped down on the couch. "Please?" she asked, making grabby hands at Bradley and Rose.

She is so ready to be the best and most supportive godmother ever 🥰

His heavy hand rested on the tie of your robe as you whispered, "I think that's a great idea." Three seconds later, he was snoring softly. He'd been awake for thirty-six hours, and he was the only one who seemed unable to admit that he was exhausted. But he was as entranced by your newborn as you were, and you didn't want to tell him he should put her down and rest when he was having the time of his life. 

🥹🥹🥹

"Bradley hasn't set her down for more than twenty minutes since she was born, and even then it was just so I could feed her or have a chance to hold her myself." "Sounds like you got your dad wrapped around your tiny fingers already."

100% accurate

She put her down as carefully as you would have yourself, then she rolled the cart over until it was right next to the bed. "Call me if you need anything once you get home. Groceries, someone to walk Tramp, a break from the baby, anything." "Thanks, Nat," you said over Bradley's snores. "I take godmothering very seriously."

She really does!! She is already one of the best at her job, leave it to Nat to be in the top 1% of godmothers 🫡

"You were exhausted, Bradley." "But I missed out on hours with the Nugget." "But now she's about to go for her first ride in the Bronco. This is even more exciting." "I still can't believe you tricked me into sleeping all night."

He's so upset, it's really cute and hilarious 😅 but he better gets in some hours of sleep, those are gonna be limited over the next few weeks/months/years

"This says we have to take Rose to the pediatrician within the next week. And there's a bunch of information on how we need to place her in her crib at bedtime. And we can't have sex for six weeks while I heal." You were met with a few seconds of dead silence as you watched Bradley's face go pale in the rearview mirror. "Oh." You pressed your lips together so you didn't snort. "Is that going to be a problem for you?" Once more, silence. He cleared his throat. "Of course not." More silence. "But you can't seriously think that medical professionals expect me to live with you and not want to fuck you? Like, that's not accurate."

I know he doesn't intend it in a mean or hurtful way, but damn Bradley those moments of silence? 😬😬😬 but good save (?) With the explanation that the doctor just don't know how hot she is and therfore 6 weeks are gonna be torture 😅

Aim for the Sky Part 16 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley never imagined he'd get to have even one all encompassing love of his life, let alone two. But he could barely put Rose down for more than a minute, already wrapped around her tiny fingers. He couldn't wait to take both of you home.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, adult language, lactation kink, swearing, DILF Roo

Length: 3800 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

Exhaustion washed over you like a wave as soon as your daughter was born. The pain started to subside only to be replaced by a bone deep desire to close your eyes and not open them again for a very long time. You were sweaty and damp everywhere, and your head felt fuzzy. But as soon as you heard your daughter start to cry, it felt like a jolt of adrenaline hit your nerves.

The sound of Rose wailing made you smile even as tears streaked down your cheeks, and Dr. Morris said, "Congratulations. A perfect little girl. Time of birth, 1:02 a.m. on March twenty-second." She was officially here.

Your husband's smile matched your own as he whispered, "That's our perfect little girl, Sweetheart."

"It's Rosie," you sobbed, and Bradley kissed your lips while you tried to catch your breath. The nurses were weighing and measuring Rose, and you wanted to hold her, but your arms felt so heavy, you weren't sure you would be able to. But you were just in awe of her. "We have a daughter."

"A Nugget," Bradley replied with a nod, his voice shaking slightly with emotion. Rose was naked and crying, and your husband had the softest look you'd ever seen on his face. His excitement to become a father made your entire pregnancy easier, because you didn't feel alone. He'd been worshipping your body and writing in the notebook for months, promising you he was ready for this. And now, as the nurse approached both of you with your daughter, it was his time to get exactly what he wanted.

"You hold her first, Daddy," you whispered, and he was instantly reaching out to take her. She looked perfect in his arms.

"Oh my god. Look at her," he gasped as she tried to snuggle against him.

"She really is perfect," you whispered, and he nodded as he watched her yawn with a big smile on his face.

"Rose Carole Bradshaw," he said, voice deep with emotion as he carefully placed her in your arms. "We already love you so much."

You gasped as the weight of your child pressed against you, and Bradley ran his fingers along her fuzzy hair as one of the nurses started to untie your gown and open it. "Try some skin to skin contact with the baby," she said softly, wiping Rose clean as she curled up against your bare chest.

Your hand came to rest on her back, and you weren't even surprised to find your vision was blurry again. "She's so small," you marveled as she puckered her lips and rubbed her face against you. When you met Bradley's gaze, he was still kneeling next to the bed with the sappiest, lovesick smile on his face.

"She looks like you," he whispered, tracing her tiny shoulder with his index finger. "God, she's so cute."

You looked up at the nurse, realizing you were going to be leaving the hospital in the next day or two, at which point you and Bradley would be completely on your own. Your nipples were leaking like crazy at the moment as Rose let out a soft cry. "Is she hungry? How do I know if she's hungry? Am I supposed to just like put her on my boob?"

Bradley grunted in response, his finger trailing up Rose's arm. He probably thought he was in for a treat hours ago when your water broke, but now he was cracking his back and trying to stand, wincing as he stretched. Luckily the nurse had mercy on you and helped you get Rose into position while Bradley leaned on the bed next to you.

"If she's hungry, she might latch right on. If she doesn't seem to be getting the hang of it, you can talk to a lactation specialist in a few hours."

But you didn't think that would be an issue. Your daughter seemed hungry and also seemed to know what she needed to do in order to be fed. "Oh!" you gasped at the feel of her. It was foreign but not unpleasant, and really nothing you'd ever seen before was as adorable as your own baby. Her little fingers were curled into a fist which was resting on your chest as she ate.

When the nurse walked away, Bradley leaned down to kiss your forehead. "Don't worry," he murmured, running his nose along your cheek, "if you've got any issues, I'm actually something of a lactation specialist myself." You couldn't help but laugh as he let his hand come to rest on top of yours where you were holding Rose in place. "You did this, Sweetheart," he whispered, clearly already entranced by his daughter. "You made my life better than my wildest dreams."

You wanted to argue and tell him that you did it together, but Rose seemed to be getting tired which was making you tired. Her tiny yawn was too cute for words, and now her nose was pressed into the side of your boob as she made herself comfortable.

"Close your eyes," Bradley whispered next to your ear. "I'll watch over both of you. I won't go anywhere."

Within minutes, you fell asleep in the hospital bed, mostly naked with your daughter occasionally wriggling against your chest and your husband's hand in yours.

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"You're something else," Bradley murmured with a chuckle. You dozed off and on for the rest of the night while he held Rose, handing her over each time she got fussy, looking for something to fill her belly. "But you're just so damn cute."

"Don't swear in front of the baby," you murmured as you curled up on your side, watching him. "I don't want her to have all of your bad habits."

As if you couldn't teach a class on Creative Cursing, especially considering the things you said when you were in labor. Bradley kissed Rose's tiny fist and said, "Mommy doesn't know what she's talking about about. I don't have any bad habits."

"Okay," you said a bit sarcastically. "Then what would you consider a potty mouth? And snacking all day long?"

Bradley laughed. "Well, she has the snacking thing down already. Can't keep her away from your tits for more than an hour or two." He kissed her soft skin again. "Just like your old man."

She yawned and curled up, wrapping her fingers in his bit of chest hair. He'd taken his undershirt off, wanting to try the skin to skin thing for himself, and that's when he realized just how relaxing it was. This must have been why you fell asleep so easily earlier with Rose on your chest. She was like a heating pad. Or a little blanket that smelled sweet.

"Has she been in her bassinet at all?" you asked. 

Bradley looked at the metal cart on wheels with the bassinet on top of it and shook his head. The thing looked cold and uncomfortable, nothing like the crib waiting for her at home. But he smiled when he read the card that had been placed in the side of it. 

Rose Carole Bradshaw

Born: March 22nd, 01:02

Length: 19 inches

Weight: 6 pounds, 14 ounces

"No, I've been holding her. Why would I put her down?"

You and Rose yawned in unison. "So you can change out of your flight suit and get some rest."

The fabric was rough, but the sleeves were tucked out of the way; he wouldn't make his perfect little girl touch anything that wasn't soft. "I'm fine," he promised, his boot squeaking on the floor as he adjusted his foot. He carefully stood with Rose held firmly against his chest and murmured, "You didn't even give Daddy a chance to get changed after work. You were too excited to stay put any longer."

"Work," you gasped, looking around the room. "Where's my phone? Did I leave it at home? I need to tell Bickel I won't be at work. Oh my god, I need to call my parents!"

"I took care of it," he replied softly, walking around and bobbing a little bit so she would stay asleep. "Bickel has been texted. Your parents have been, too. Jake and Nat and the others all know I'm the proudest dad in the world. I took a bunch of pictures on your phone, and now it's charging by the window. I've got this. Just relax."

That's when two of the younger, female nurses walked in again. The ones who seemed to gawk at him whenever he greeted them. Bradley nodded in their direction while he unplugged your phone with one hand and held Rose with the other.

"Just checking to see if you need anything," one of them said, eyes trailing down to where his flight suit was bunched up around his hips. At least the second nurse was attaching the blood pressure cuff to your arm as she stared at him. 

"My wife probably wants breakfast," he mused. "Do you have any little packets of hot sauce? I forgot to pack some in the overnight bags."

"I'll take care of it," the first nurse said, almost running from the room before she even asked what you wanted to eat. When they were both gone, you laughed at Bradley as you stretched and got out of bed. 

"They can't handle how hot you look," you told him, walking around carefully. You'd obviously be sore for a few days, and he didn't want you lifting a finger for a single damn thing. But as you made your way toward him with a smile on your face, his heart beat a little faster. 

"I can't handle how hot you look," he murmured, still bouncing slightly in place as Rose snoozed.

You glared at him. "I just delivered a baby like seven hours ago. I look gross. I smell disgusting."

"You're perfect."

He collected you against his side and watched as you leaned in close until your nose barely touched Rose's, and a smile found your lips. "How did we make something so cute?" you whispered, hand coming to rest on Bradley's bare abs. "I can't stop looking at her."

"Right? I mean, my god, Sweetheart... I'm never going to be able to put her down."

You rubbed his flat tummy and whispered, "Look, she's waking up. I want a turn," as you tried to reach for her. Rose immediately started crying, and Bradley laughed.

"Better get your tits ready. She's hungry."

Of course the nurse showed up just in time to hear that and see those beautiful tits as you settled on the small sofa with Rose. The baby calmed down again immediately when she realized you were going to feed her, and Bradley collected the enormous breakfast platter with a smile as the nurse stared at his bare chest.

"Thanks," he murmured when he saw the tiny bottles of hot sauce. "My wife loves hot sauce."

The nurse looked at you a bit wistfully as she turned to leave again, but you were completely absorbed with Rose. "She's adorable," you crooned. "Even her crying sounds kind of cute."

"I didn't want to say anything before," Bradley said, almost relieved, "but it's a very cute cry." 

He took a few enormous bites of the bacon, eggs and pancakes, realizing he was running on pure adrenaline and about to crash if he didn't get something in his stomach. Then he loaded up the fork with eggs dipped in hot sauce and carefully fed it to you, cupping his hand over Rose's head so he didn't make a mess while she enjoyed her own breakfast.

The bead of milk forming on your nipple was highly distracting, and Bradley grunted as he watched you feed her until she was full and drowsy again. He wanted to ask you if you'd let him taste you again when he got the three of you home, but your parents called while you were finishing your pancakes. When he switched the call over to facetime, both of your parents started crying.

"Rose! She's beautiful," your mom said, wiping at her eyes with a tissue.

"How's everyone doing?" your dad asked, leaning in closer to get a better look at their granddaughter asleep in a onesie in Bradley's arms.

You started to tell him that you were feeling pretty good when your mom cut you off. "When can we come out to San Diego? Tomorrow? Next week? I need to hold that little girl in person as soon as possible."

Bradley chuckled while you sighed. "Mom, just let us get settled at home with Tramp for a day or two, okay? And then we can decide?"

She nodded, but it didn't seem like she was listening as her head tilted to the side with a sigh. "She's just perfect, isn't she?"

"Just like my wife," Bradley remarked, and your mom swooned a little bit more.

You spent the next five minutes trying to get them to end the call before you promised to send dozens of photos throughout the day, but it wasn't until Dr. Morris arrived that they actually agreed to go.

"You gave us a bit of a scare with your blood pressure," your doctor remarked, checking it one more time for herself. While she did so, she looked at Bradley and said, "You can send the baby down to the nursery for a bit if you need a break."

He stared at her and snuggled Rose a little tighter. "No, I'm fine." He couldn't fathom that anyone would want to put their newborn in one of those bassinets and send them to the nursery. He could sit here with her all day.

"How is my blood pressure now?" you asked as Bradley kissed the top of Rose's head over and over again while she slept.

"Much better," she promised, and Bradley let out the breath he wasn't really aware he had been holding. "I'll probably send you home tomorrow morning, but I'll leave some information with you now that you can start reading." She turned toward Bradley as she handed you a folder and added, "The nurses in the nursery are there specifically so you can get some rest. And they know how to wrap the babies up in their receiving blankets like tiny burritos."

"Really?" Bradley asked, suddenly intrigued. "Could they teach me how to do the burrito wrap?"

"I'm certain they could," she said with a smile before leaving.

"Do not put hot sauce on our child," you said, tossing your hospital gown aside and standing there naked. It was strange to see your belly this way as he held the child in question. You were somewhere between your normal state and your fully pregnant state, and it was just something he would have to get used to seeing. "I'm going to take a shower."

Bradley reached for your hand, and you let him have it. "I'm going to turn our child into a burrito."

"Please put a shirt on first. It's really too much, Roo." You smirked before ducking into the bathroom. 

Very, extremely begrudgingly, Bradley set Rose down in the uncomfortable looking bassinet for the very first time while he dug around in his overnight bag for a shirt. Then he carefully rolled her to the nursery where one of the nurses wrapped Rose up into a very soft pink and blue blanket. It was striped and reminded him of the Nugget notebook, and she looked snug and sleepy in it.

"Can you make sure I do it right?" he asked the nurse. "I want to impress the hell out of my wife."

She smiled and carefully unwrapped the baby so he could try. Rose stretched her fist up toward the light and smiled when he ran his fingers along her cheek. "She's your first?" the nurse asked him while he got to work.

"Yeah," he replied, grinning. He paused before adding, "She was born less than twelve hours ago, but it feels like she's been around since I first learned about her. Been getting excited since July." He tucked the end of the blanket in and patted her. "Looks just like a burrito."

The nurse laughed. "It's called a swaddle, and you're very good at it. Do you want to leave her in the nursery for a little while so you can get some rest?"

Bradley looked around at his surroundings. The room was cozy and clean, but he shook his head as he picked Rose up again. "Nah. I just can't seem to put her down for more than a minute or two," he replied, kissing her nose before she yawned again.

"You'll be a good dad."

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You lounged around in the hospital room in the robe you got from Nat, feeding Rose whenever she started to cry for you. Bradley was never too far away, opting to hold her as much as possible. As afternoon turned into evening, he eyed you up and down and said, "Do you want to put on some real clothes from your overnight bag?"

"Why?" Then there was a soft knock at the door, and you sat up in the bed. "I thought we said we'd wait until we got home to have visitors?"

"Well, this one wouldn't take no for an answer," he replied with a bit of an eye roll. He had Rose pressed against his chest with one big hand, and he opened the door to reveal Nat holding an enormous bouquet of colorful roses.

"Oh my god," she gasped, tossing the flowers onto the foot of the bed as soon as she saw the baby. "She's really here. You're really parents!"

Bradley held up his palm and said, "Go wash your germy hands," as soon as his best friend reached for the baby.

"Roo," you scolded with a smile. "Ask her nicely. She's Rosie's godmother."

Nat's dark eyes went wide and then welled up with tears as she ran into the bathroom. Bradley leaned down to give you a kiss. "Thanks," he murmured.

"I wanted it to be her, too," you insisted. "I mean, look how excited she is."

Nat ran back out of the bathroom, gave you a kiss on the cheek, and then plopped down on the couch. "Please?" she asked, making grabby hands at Bradley and Rose.

After he handed her over, your husband finally took the time to take off his boots, and he went into the bathroom to replace his flight suit with a pair of gym shorts. Then he climbed into the bed with you and murmured, "I'll just rest for a few minutes while Nat's holding her."

His heavy hand rested on the tie of your robe as you whispered, "I think that's a great idea." Three seconds later, he was snoring softly. He'd been awake for thirty-six hours, and he was the only one who seemed unable to admit that he was exhausted. But he was as entranced by your newborn as you were, and you didn't want to tell him he should put her down and rest when he was having the time of his life. 

You ran your fingers through his messy hair as Nat cooed softly at Rose. "You are adorable," she said before looking up at you. "Seriously, she's so cute."

"Bradley hasn't set her down for more than twenty minutes since she was born, and even then it was just so I could feed her or have a chance to hold her myself."

"Sounds like you got your dad wrapped around your tiny fingers already."

"She really does," you replied softly, tracing the scars on Bradley's cheek while he slept. You didn't rush Nat out of the room, and she didn't seem to want to leave. When Rose started fussing, she handed her over to you so you could feed her, and Bradley continued to snore. Once her belly was full, Nat walked her around until she burped, and soon she was yawning again.

"Should I just set her in the bassinet so everyone can sleep for a bit?" Nat whispered.

"Please."

She put her down as carefully as you would have yourself, then she rolled the cart over until it was right next to the bed. "Call me if you need anything once you get home. Groceries, someone to walk Tramp, a break from the baby, anything."

"Thanks, Nat," you said over Bradley's snores.

"I take godmothering very seriously."

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"I still can't believe you tricked me into sleeping all night."

"You were exhausted, Bradley."

"But I missed out on hours with the Nugget."

"But now she's about to go for her first ride in the Bronco. This is even more exciting."

Bradley was still pouting a bit as he drove the three of you home in his vintage Bronco the next morning, going about fifteen miles per hour. He'd never driven this slowly before in his life that you knew of, and you were getting impatient in the backseat with Rosie. She had her fingers wrapped around your thumb while you read through your discharge paperwork from Dr. Morris.

"This says we have to take Rose to the pediatrician within the next week. And there's a bunch of information on how we need to place her in her crib at bedtime. And we can't have sex for six weeks while I heal."

You were met with a few seconds of dead silence as you watched Bradley's face go pale in the rearview mirror. "Oh."

You pressed your lips together so you didn't snort. "Is that going to be a problem for you?"

Once more, silence. He cleared his throat. "Of course not." More silence. "But you can't seriously think that medical professionals expect me to live with you and not want to fuck you? Like, that's not accurate."

You laughed as Rose stared back at you from her car seat. "It's not like I'm going to leave you hanging, Roo." But you honestly didn't know how you were expected to get your husband going when your body looked like it had been weirdly deflated. And when you were this tired. And when you had to take care of your baby without the help of a full staff of nurses. 

Bradley coasted carefully into the driveway and parked next to the red Bronco. In an instant, he had the back door open and was helping you down. He kissed you hard on the lips. "You never leave me hanging. Ever. But I'm not concerned about that right now." You wrapped your arms around his neck, and his lips ended up teasing your ear as he said, "Let's get Rosie inside. I've been dreaming about showing her around her nursery for months."

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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫.

@iirath asked: 💐   to   give   my   muse   a   bouquet   of   flowers. / from rakan 😌

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐋 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 of a dramatized approaching. Thoughtful steps, fluid in their execution, are not unlike the dances he is known for. Swift && alluring; he draws her in && she almost wonders if she's been charmed. But alas, his charm captured her from the start. A sentiment of finding love unexpectedly && in a place she had no business being. && fighting at his side all the while has been easy. Standing at his side, && their companion's, for a cause deemed worthy of her inclusion (not of her own scrutiny, but rather that of balance). She feels right at home wherever he is. So when the chime of her laugh begins to take to the air, so too does the flourish of his hand between them. Midst his grasp is an array of flora she's unfamiliar with but their beauty is second to none. && it causes her to gasp ever lightly, eyes alight with wonder. Full lips fall open as if words might come---they don't. Only the curvature that begins to tug at the corners of her lips && the delight radiating through visage like unbridled warmth. As if the sun set itself upon the two of them when delicate touch brushes along his fingers && takes the bouquet from him. "You truly spoil me.. you know that, don't you?" An obligatory waft of the flowers to her nose ensues && is paired with another light laugh (&& the usual scrunch of her nose to emphasize her content). Be it no surprise when a single hand rises && haphazardly snags him by his cape's collar. Down she draws him, coaxes him into the conforming of supple tiers to the corner of his own. Murmuring, "Thank you," against his skin.

[howthesleeplesswander]

z for any 3 muses of your picking!

Dirty A-Z headcanons! || @melodicbreeze || Accepting!

Z - Zones (what are their erogenous zones? what spots on their body should be touched, bitten, kissed, when someone wants to get them in the mood?)

((hohohoohohooo this is a good one 😏👌👌👌Don't mind me as I expose some of my muses' weaknesses lets gooOOO 👀

NSFW responses under the cut!))

KAEYA

Kaeya's experienced enough that he's pretty resilient when he wants to be, but even if he is trying to resist/hold out, touching his chest is the fastest way to get him turned on and eager. His nipples are extremely sensitive and giving them ANY attention will absolutely ruin him. Hands are all well and good, but if you want to see him really fall apart and make him truly, unbearably desperate, using your mouth will turn him into putty at your fingertips in 0.5 seconds flat 😔🙏💦

XIAO

This is a fun one (not for Xiao asdflkdj) because this poor little adeptus is so touch-starved that he's hypersensitive basically everywhere. 👀 Xiao hardly ever receives physical touch because of his self-isolation. Even casual gestures like a high-five or a shoulder-nudge will throw him for a loop and leave him floundering for a moment before he regains his composure. Anything more prolonged than that, and he'll become a stiff, stuttering, awkward mess. If someone wrapped him up in a hug and just held him for a while it wouldn't matter that he's immortal bc he might just die on the spot.

SO BASICALLY. What this means is that if you earn Xiao's trust and affection enough for him to let you touch him intimately and to want that from you?? You're gonna have a gooood time B))) Normally he's good at maintaining the stoic face, but any trace of suggestiveness or intimate touches WILL TEAR THAT ALL DOWN IN A HEARTBEAT. He’ll still try to keep up the facade, but it’s not very convincing when he starts squirming and blushing and visibly having to hold back making noise.

The Funnest Fact(TM) is that his most sensitive spot is on his back—right along his shoulder blades where his wings would be if he didn’t keep them hidden. Touching him there will INSTANTANEOUSLY get him shivering and shuddering. And isn't it convenient that the back window of his outfit gives easy access? 😌

KAZUMA

Kazuma is a tough cookie and is the master of keeping his composure even in 🔥🔥🔥 situations, buuut there is one exception to that. Although there wasn't a scar or visible sign left behind by the injury that caused his amnesia, the spot on the back of his neck where the bedpost struck him is now extremely sensitive. A single touch to that spot will have him shuddering and melting in your hands. 👀 And similarly to Kaeya, using your mouth on that spot will destroy all his stubbornness and composure in a second and reduce him to a whimpering mess. 😏

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YELENA VORININ,

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I should’ve asked you questions, I should’ve asked you how to be. Asked you to write it down for me, Should’ve kept every grocery store receipt. ‘Cause every scrap of you would be taken from me, Asked you to sign your name [marjorie] All your closets of backlogged dreams And how you left them all to me.

NATASYA KRYGIN,

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Your mother wouldn’t approve of how my mother raised me. But i do, I think i do. And your an all-[american] boy. I guess i couldn’t help trying to be your best american girl. You’re the one, You’re all i ever wanted I think I’ll regret this.

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MASTERLIST | PATREON

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harrystyles Poppy Styles. 9/23/22

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harryfan2 EXCUSE ME WHAT?

ynfan5 i’m sobbing everywhere

yourinstagram we love you daddy!

harrystyles I love you three more, you guys are everything to me.

harryfan9 y/n is really living the life 😭

emmalouisecorrin I AM SO HAPPY FOR YOU BOTH

ynfan4 vienna and nic got another sibling…i am not okay

annetwist so proud of you darling 🤍

harryfan7 the bassinet is so cute

pillowpersonpp YAYYYY!!!!!!!

ynfan10 the styles family is just so adorable

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yourinstagram my little girl! 🤱

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harryfan13 screaming, crying, throwing up, sliding down the wall

ynfan16 y/n is such a good mother 😭

harrystyles I love you, my perfect mama.

yourinstagram don’t make me blush, h

harryfan11 she really has him wrapped around her finger 😫

florencepugh this is so cute! love you and your little family! 💞

ynfan12 poppy is so small 🥹

gemmastyles truly the best family ever

harryfan18 HER TINY OUTFIT IS THE CUTEST

harry_lambert i am really happy for you guys

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stylesupdates Y/N OUT IN LONDON YESTERDAY WITH POPPY!

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harryfan27 POPPY IS LITERALLY SO TINY

ynfan21 i am seriously getting baby fever…y/n count your days 😭

harryfan23 she’s god’s favorite

ynfan29 can the paparazzi leave her alone?

harryfan25 i just want to be y/n

ynfan22 right…she’s married to harry and has three kids with him 🙏

harryfan26 she’s obviously trying to hide from the paparazzi, let her be

ynfan30 my favorite styles

harryfan32 imagine being y/n…

ynfan34 she’s a new mother, please give her space

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gemmastyles Mr. Nic! 🕺

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harryfan31 he grew up so fast omg

ynfan33 the best nepotism baby yet 😌

yourinstagram my favorite styles boy

harrystyles Excuse me!

harryfan35 banging my head against the wall

mitchrowland the best company ever

ynfan37 everyone loves the styles kids 😭

alessandro_lambert one of the best children ever 🤍

harryfan34 the way nicholas probably looks like harry’s twin

harris_reed we love mr. nic!!!!!

ynfan39 this is so adorable 😫

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harryflorals HARRY WITH HIS DAUGHTER VIENNA TODAY!

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harryfan40 I’M SOBBING

ynfan43 harry really loves being a parent, you can tell 😭

harryfan46 my heart doesn’t know how to handle this

ynfan48 this is the most cutest thing i’ve ever seen

harryfan41 tears are streaming down my face

ynfan44 omg omg omg omg

harryfan47 @yourinstagram thank you so much for having his kids 🙏

ynfan49 you said what we were all thinking

harryfan51 harry and y/n are such good parents…i’m sobbing

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yourinstagram sweet moments with darling poppy

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ynfan50 this is so precious

harryfan54 imagine y/n styles being your mother…

harrystyles I love you two so much.

yourinstagram and we love you more 😊

ynfan56 i am so obsessed with them

pillowpersonpp the prettiest mama out there 💞

harryfan53 this is harry styles muse 😭

_basselin so cute mrs. styles!!!

ynfan59 i would marry her and write a bunch of albums about her too…

gemmastyles my very gorgeous sister in law 🤍

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harrystyles When I was working on my third album, this is what I came home to. I have the best children ever.

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harryfan60 STOP IT

ynfan63 why is this so cute…i’m literally dead 😫

yourinstagram nic is daddy’s best friend!

harrystyles He sure is!

harryfan65 nicholas is really a dad’s boy 😭

annetwist my two boys ❤️

ynfan68 his writing is so goddamn cute…i’m crying

paulithepsm harry, you are the best dad in the world!!!

harryfan61 the caption has me on the floor

harry_lambert nic really is the sweetest little boy ever

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hsdaily Unseen footage of Harry with Nicholas four years ago!

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harryfan66 DILF DILF DILF

ynfan69 i love everything about this 😭

harryfan67 y/n goes home to him…

ynfan70 i love dads 🤗

harryfan72 harry and nic really have been best friends since day one

ynfan74 DON’T MAKE ME CRY

harryfan76 HE’S SUCH AN AMAZING FATHER

ynfan78 the best duo ever

harryfan71 four years ago since dilfrry blessed the world with his presence 🙏

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ynharryupdates Y/N via her IG stories!

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ynfan77 she’s so active, i love it 🙏

harryfan79 Y/N HAS THE LIFE EVERYONE WANTS INCLUDING ME

ynfan82 this is literally the sweetest thing ever

harryfan84 thank you y/n for feeding us dad harry content 😫

ynfan86 nic and harry are so besties

harryfan88 2018…when he became a father 😭

ynfan80 y/n and harry are definitely the coolest parents

harryfan83 “nic and daddy” 🥹

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gemmastyles Throwback to Vienna’s birthday where I caught this cute moment with Nic.

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ynfan81 OMG I’M SOBBING

harryfan85 vienna and nic remind me of gemma and harry 😭

yourinstagram my babies!!!

ynfan87 i love y/n so much

jefezof truly a underrated duo

harryfan90 the most adorable thing ever…is this post

harris_reed SUCH CUTIES 💖

ynfan92 gemma and harry vibes

emmalouisecorrin the sweetest thing i’ve ever seen in my life

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yourinstagram i think i’m officially a soccer mom?

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harryfan91 nic is in his soccer era 😌

ynfan93 HE’S LITERALLY A LITTLE MINIATURE HARRY

harrystyles Definitely a soccer mom.

yourinstagram that makes you a soccer dad

harryfan95 nicholas release medicine!

annetwist my cute grandson 🤗

ynfan97 he grew up so fast 😭

florencepugh so sweet, i miss you guys!

harryfan94 the styles family is so cute omg

pillowpersonpp i love mr. nic 💖

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