Just Say That One Day You Will.

“Just say that one day you will.”

Dad!Eddie Munson x mom!reader

summary: a short fic about eddie and reader as parents to patty munson:)

warnings: allusions to eddie having a “past life”, mentions of having self doubts as a parent. i think that’s it?? let me know if i missed anything!

He’s covered in food, spit up. Probably pee, too. His head hurts from his hair being pulled. His stomach aches from not having time to eat. He’s exhausted. He never realized how much you had taken on being a mother until you went back to work at the newspaper office. He didn’t know how you did. How flawless you made it look. Motherhood suited you, and as much as he loved his baby, he wasn’t sure if he looked as graceful handling it all like you did.

“Come on, baby, eat something for daddy, huh?” His voice is soft, eyes wide and whimsical, hoping he can trick his daughter into taking her bottle. “If you’re cranky when mommy gets home that means mommy will be cranky. Mommy’s scary when she’s cranky, yes she is.” His using his baby voice, putting the top of the bottle to little Patty Munson’s lips.

It’s clear to him that she’s not hungry, even though it’s past her time to eat. She’s refused to go down for a nap, crying every time he’s put her down or left the room to use the bathroom. Eddie sighs, putting down the bottle on the table and leaning back into the couch. He holds her on his lap, the seventh month old staying upright by his arms. She smiles, making him laugh.

“Yeah, you think it’s funny watching me struggle, huh?” He wiggles his brows at her. “You just want held, don’t ya?”

Patty was going through another one of her phases where she couldn’t be alone, never wanting to be without mom or dad. She always needed to be in their arms, preferably mommy’s. “Well, I don’t have a problem with that.” He lifts her up and gives her a kiss on the nose.

She’s the carbon copy of him. Dark curls and brown eyes, pale skin and a birthmark on her right shoulder, same place as her dad’s. He worries one day she’ll be just like him. His older now, and when he looked back on his childhood, he felt guilty for worrying Wayne the way he did. He hoped he could raise his daughter to have more sense than he did growing up.

When five o’clock rolled around, Eddie had managed to get the house moderately straightened up. It was difficult with a baby attached to his hip. The dishes were done and the bed was made. Halfway through he had put her in the playpen, only to take her out when she had a meltdown. He nearly broke his neck running back to her.

“Oh, baby.” He nearly fell to his knees when you walked through the door.

“How’s my baby!” You smiled, running to lift your daughter from his arms. She was flailing her little limbs, squealing and laughing joyfully at the sight of you.

“I’m okay.” Eddie’s arm relaxes from the absent weight, the numbness running down his arm that he tries to shake out. “A little tired.”

You laugh at him, giving kiss after kiss to Patty’s cheeks. She’s giggling, drooling all over her red and white dress that was covered in food stains.

“Hi, baby.” You smile and turn toward him, kissing his cheek lovingly. “Rough day?”

“What makes you say that?” He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “House is still standing, isn’t it?”

You sit on the couch, holding Patty on your lap. Eddie sits down beside you, relaxing into the couch cushions.

You smile affectionately, grabbing his hand and giving it a squeeze. “Honey, are you sure you’re able to do this? I can take off work for a few more weeks if you need me to.”

“No, no, I’ve got it, babe.” He puts his other hand over yours. “I do. Promise. You did your part. Carried her for nine months and spent another six taking care of her. You need a social life to, y/n. It’s time I do my part.” He smiled at you lovingly, meaningfully.

“We’re finally at a place where money isn’t a problem,” He continues. “I want you to be happy and have a job you love. I don’t mind taking off work for awhile. Wayne and Gareth got the Job okay.”

Your emotions are flooding through you, causing you to get choked up inside. You sigh, laying your cheek on the dark curls of Patty’s head. “I am happy, Eddie. You have no idea how happy I am.”

He always chuckled when you said that, because he did. Eyes flickering between his now sleeping baby, cuddled into your chest, he rolls his eyes. “Now, she wants to sleep. I’ve been trying to get her to nap all day!”

You pat her back and smile happily, kissing the top of her head. “God, I love her so much.” You say quietly. “Isn’t it crazy? Loving her as much as you do? Sometimes I think my hearts going to explode.”

He never knew he could love someone as much as his daughter. When he met you, he never thought his love could go any further than that, but it was like his heart grew and made room for the both of you. It connected you, having Patty together. It made you closer than you could’ve ever imagined.

“I know what you mean.” His fingers squeeze her socked foot. “Sometimes I lay awake at night and just worry about all the things that could happen. I think that’s why I’m tired all the time.” He chuckles softly.

You understood that, too, nodding as you lean back into the couch pillow. He moved over to you, careful to not wake up Patty, and lays his head against your shoulder. “Thank you for giving me this life. I don’t deserve either of you.”

“Yes, you do.” You blink tiredly, looking down at his bushel of curls. “You deserve happiness, Eddie. I wish you believed me.”

He truly believed he didn’t. Though he was not the same man he once was, he had gone through his life a thief and cheating man, a liar and a conman. The things he had done haunted him at night, but you assured him he had done the things he needed to do to survive.

“One day,” He looks up at you, nose barely an inch apart. “I’ll make you my wife.”

You start to blush, eyes prickling at the sides. God, you were so happy. “Really?”

“Just say that one day you will be.” He whispers, glancing at your lips briefly. “Promise me you’ll be my wife.”

You sniffle and choke on a sob, smiling at him through your lashes. “I promise.”

c/w: crack, fluff, pre established relationship, married shenanigans, gojo being a dork, gojo being a little jealous, based on a TikTok audio

"You have to promise not to freak out,"

You glance up from your book, sprawled out on the couch beside Satoru, who had promptly come home from his mission to cuddle up beside you, and you stare at him.

"Those are never comforting words coming from you, Satoru," you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose, "what did you do? Did you steal Gakuganji's guitar again?"

"What? No, I just hid it this time--" you cut him off with a glare, and he pouts, "I still didn't hear you promise," and you shut your book with a sigh, tilting your head.

"I promise, I won't freak out, what is it?" and though you knew it likely nonsense, a small edge of anxiety still bit at your nerves - at the slight chance it was something else, something serious.

“Do you have a crush on me?”

….

Strike that.

“Satoru?”

“Hm?” his lips curled in a small smile.

“You realize we’ve been married for four years?”

“Uh-huh?”

“And we dated for four years before that—“

“Wow, has it been that long?” and you resist the urge to slap your husband.

“Yeah it has,” you pinch the bridge of your nose, “so let me ask you, do you have a crush on me, Toru?”

And he grins, “can’t ask a question like that without consequences, sweetheart, are you ready to accept them?”

You pull him close, lips grazing his lightly, before flicking his forehead, and waving the wedding ring on your hand in front of his face.

“Think we’re way past consequences, Satoru,” and he grins, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips again and again, “oh yeah, I never answered your question did I?” And he smiles, ready for his ego to be stroked, “I have a crush on Nanami—“

“EH???”

Somewhere else, Nanami felt a cold shiver down his spine—

So there's this thing for couples where a husband will gently lift their pregnant wife's stomach to make them comfortable and take the weight off them. If you're ok with it a Neteyam x reader where they're adults he finds this trick out and tries it and she loves it, she'll just come up to him all time and nudge him to hold her like that. His family thinks it funny how she paws at him almost like a cat to held. If you don't want to write this that's ok❤️

A/N: okay so I it’s not a full fic but I hope you enjoy the Drabble

Tittle:

Those Moments

A/N:

- Neteyam is 20 and the reader is 19

-this happens after twow and they’re back in high camp and Neteyam lives because I say so

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem! pregnant! Reader

Word count: 400

[ Request are open ]

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Neteyam watched from the entrance of your corner of the tent as you stretched in different ways trying to relieve some of your pain. He walked up beside you waiting for you to finish. You gave up with a defeated sigh. He reached out putting one hand on your back and the other one on the swelling of your stomach. “ what’s wrong syulang “ he asks you softly . You let out a soft whine “ everything hurts teyam, but my back is the worst with the pulling pressure “ he hummed listening to you gently rubbing your bump when he suddenly remembered something he had read a while ago when you had first told him he’d be a father in a few cycles time.

He looked into your eyes “ I think I have the thing t help with ma syulang , but you must trust me “ you huffed softly “ I’ll always trust you yawntu “.

He moved to stand behind you, he grabbed you pulling you to his chest. He moved his hand underneath your bump and slowly lifted it . You immediately felt relieved you moaned gently as you no longer felt like your back was about to snap with the weight of your child. Neteyam helped you as long as he could before slowly letting go. You sighed gently turning around again laying your head on his shoulder “ thank you Yawntu “ you mumbled into his neck. He smiled at this rubbing your bump” you don’t have to thank you syulang, I will do anything to help you.”

You both stayed holding each other for a few more moments before joining the rest of the family for evening meal.

Over the next few days this was your routine when he came home from his duties of that day he’d come over and help you with the weight. Today he arrived later with the rest of the sully men . Neteyam walked over to where you were sitting on the ground , helping you stand before bringing you into his arms. You quietly greeted each other afterwards you gently pushed his hands downward to the bottom of your bump . Neteyam tried to hide his smile before moving behind you and gently lifting your bump.

Jake lowly chuckled as he watched you paw at Neteyam, he nudged Neytiri gesturing towards you both. She looked up gently smiling at the once familiar sight that was once them over the years.

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The Heat Cycle

Imagine:

Jake sully fucking you over and over till your a dumb fucking messy and not listening to your whines and sobs just laughs while fucking his cum into you roughly while saying

"Now that's my good girl you can take one more can't you well even if you can't you will because that's what good girls do"

Full Oneshot

✮ burnt pancakes — jj maybank

summary: jj being pussy whipped for his girl

warnings: allusions to sex, inappropriate jj (cmon tho)

word count: 0.5k

inspired by this tiktok

you had woken up early from jj’s snoring, having to wiggle out of his grasp in order to get away.

you decided to make pancakes for the pogues, grabbing all the ingredients john b had, which was a surprise, and cooking up a batch.

the door behind you creaked, causing you to whip your head around to see sarah and jb, the two groggily saying good morning before sitting at the counter.

“is mom making pancakes?” john b asked, causing you to snicker as sarah hit his arm.

“what he meant to say was thank you,” she mumbled, ending the sentence with a yawn as john b tsked.

the three of you made light conversation as they watched you cook, pope joining a few minutes later announcing that kie would be swinging by.

you were all talking about who knows what when jj came stalking out, his eye’s immediately falling on your figure.

you were wearing one of his T-shirts that practically drowned your body in fabric, with a pair of his boxers.

smirking to himself at the thought of last nights activities, he made his way over to where you stood.

“oh! morning babe,” you chirped when his arm snaked around your waist, the boy leaning over to peck your lips before leaning against the counter to watch.

“speak of the devil,” john b mumbled, sending jj a teasing smile as the blonde flipped him off.

“how’d you two lovebirds sleep?” sarah asked, catching you off guard as you flipped three pancakes over.

“uh—good?” you answered but it sounded more of a question. you heard the couple snicker along with pope who sat on the couch, causing you to look at jj.

jj gave you a shrug in response, confused as well.

“do any…cardio?”

cardio? what does that mean-

your face dropped as you realized what she was referring to, your face heating up as you dropped it in embarrassment.

“ohhh,” jj sighed, coming back over to you as he hugged you from behind, squeezing your waist momentarily before saying—“you guys heard?”

“jj!”

“what?! im just asking the lady!”

sarah burst out laughing as john b pretended to throw up in disgust, your face turning many shades of red as you hid it in your hands.

“jj is pussy whipped,” john b said, a teasing tone laced in his words as you groaned in annoyance.

“hell yeah i am,” he responded, abruptly bending you over the counter before taking hold of your waist and pretending to thrust into you.

“jj!” you gasped, hitting him in the chest before pointing your finger at him.

“gross guys!” pope called from where he sat.

“guys?! i didn’t do anything!” you tried defending.

“y/n-”

“no jj, you lost the privilege to talk,” you scolded, watching john b and sarah’s eyes widen as you furrowed your brows.

“y/n the pancakes are burning.”

before you could respond, the fire alarm went off and you turned around to face a heap ton of smoke.

“shit!”

── ୨୧ !　𝗧𝗥𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗕𝗔𝗗 𝗕𝗔𝗕𝗬 𝗙𝗢𝗢𝗗

　　　　　　𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x mom!reader

SUMMARY: Where Alisson, Chris and Y/N's daughter, makes an appearance in the Trying and Rating Bad Baby Food video.

WARNING: None.

REQUESTED?: No.

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

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"Do you think mom's and dad's, like, eat a little bit of it?" Matt asked as he rested his upper body on the wooden table, leaning to the right so he could better see his brothers' reaction, raising his right arm towards his mouth and passing the up side of his hand over his lips, trying to banish the taste of baby food that seemed to permeate the region.

"No, God, no!" Nick shook his head quickly, his face instantly taking on an expression of disgust. "Do you?" His blue eyes widened comically as he focused on Chris in anticipatory fear for his response.

"No, Alisson doesn't like to eat with me." Chris shook his head slightly, grimacing as he imagined eating baby food every time he fed his princess. "But as for mom's, there's only one way to know..." He spoke again, clearing his throat forcefully, feeling the strong taste clinging to his mouth, seeming to consume his entire body. "Babe!" His voice sounded loudly between Nick and Matt - the two of them covering their right and left ears respectively, curses escaping their lips -, his blue eyes focusing behind the camera and towards the stairs that led to his shared room with Y/N.

It took a few long seconds before Y/N's figure appeared on the top step, her body covered in a grey gym set, decorated with one of the delicate fabric scarves in a baby pink color, with her daughter's name, Alisson, embroidered in white, which hung on her right shoulder.

"Yes, hon?" Y/N's voice sounded throughout the living room and kitchen, echoing freely off the white walls and being captured by the camera that recorded the triplets.

The woman quickly approached the dining table, keeping her ears open to the baby monitor that was firmly positioned between the fingers of her left hand.

"What are you-" She interrupted her sentence when her eyes caught the little jars of baby food forming a row above the wooden surface, frowning and crossing her arms when she noticed that some of them belonged to Alisson. "What the hell are you doing with Alisson's food?"

"We're making a video where we try baby food-" Chris began to explain, ignoring the murmurs of disgust and complaints from his brothers, raising his right hand in the air when he noticed that his fiancée was about to argue, interrupting her. "And they're absolutely horrible, I never want that taste to come anywhere near my mouth again... but Matt brought up an interesting question: Do you eat some when you're feeding Alisson?"

Y/N stopped for a few seconds, raising her eyebrows and letting her eyes run over the baby food and to the boys.

"Well, of course I do, every mother tries a little, how am I going to give my daughter something to eat, when I don't even know if it tastes good?" Y/N responded with a tone as if it was obvious, shrugging and pressing her lips into a thin line as she watched the looks of disgust that Matt and Nick were sending her. "What? There's no-"

Her sentence was interrupted by the low sound of crying coming from the baby monitor, her eyes lowering to the display, taking in the petite body of her daughter, covered in a baby pink onesie and lying comfortably in her white wooden crib, decorated with off-white fabrics full of ruffles.

"I'll be right back, boys." Chris stood up from his chair instantly, ready to follow her and help if necessary, but his actions were interrupted by Y/N. "No, sweetheart, stay there, I'll bring her with me."

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"Hi, baby girl! How's my precious little princess doing? Did you have a great nap? Yeah?" Chris's soft, husky voice echoed through the spacious room just as Y/N approached the wooden table again, now with Alisson wide awake in her arms.

The little girl raised her small arm towards her own face, her little hand clenched into a fist clumsily scratching her eyes, seeming to try to shake off the sleep that was still consuming her mind, her left arm imitating her right, but pointing towards her father, silently asking for his lap.

Chris quickly raised his own arms, taking his daughter from his fiancée's hands carefully and bringing her to his lap, moving his chair away from the table slowly with the intention of leaving more space for Alisson to move above his legs.

Nick and Matt automatically cooed, Matt wrapping his right hand around his niece's small foot, his thumb stroking the sock-covered skin of the onesie.

Small sounds of appreciation and excitement escaped the little girl's throat as she laid her head against Chris's chest, rubbing the area against her father's t-shirt in an act of affection.

Chris smiled lovingly towards her, keeping his left arm firmly around her small body, his large hand flat on her belly, keeping her sitting in place. He carefully leaned forward, taking one of the baby food jars with his right hand, thinking it would be a good way to end the recording with a lighter scene.

"Let's try it again, okay? I think this one is apple and banana. Maybe it's nicer." The boy swept his eyes over his brothers, who were watching the glass in his hands with uncomfortable expressions.

"Little Alisson, please, help your favorite uncle and hit your father's hand so he lets go of the jar and breaks everything." Nick begged dramatically, looking at his niece with a false look of distress, clasping his hands in front of his chest in a gesture of prayer, only receiving a loud laugh in response.

"You guys are such sissies." Y/N muttered, trying hard not to curse, leaning her hips against the counter behind Chris, keeping her posture relaxed and her arms crossed as she watched them amusedly.

Chris ignored her, taking an exaggerated deep breath and dipping his spoon into the baby food, filling it with the creamy yellow mixture.

As he brought the spoon close to his mouth, he felt his daughter's small hand grab the skin of his arm with surprising strength, making him automatically move the spoon away from his face, afraid of the soft contents falling onto his clothes or onto Alisson.

He looked down, finding the girl's wide, curious blue eyes fixed on the spoon, her small, full pink lips parted slightly in concentration.

She let out a happy, high-pitched sound as she saw the spoon stop moving, starting to pull her father's arm towards her own mouth with her little strength. Chris laughed softly, allowing her to control the movements, shaking his head and casting a disbelieving look towards Nick and Matt.

"Alright, little princess, do you want to try it too?"

With unexpected dexterity for a baby, the baby girl took the spoonful of baby food to her mouth, opening it wide. Chris watched, enchanted, as she did this, her face lighting up with satisfaction.

Alisson put the spoon in her mouth and began to taste the food with a smile identical to Chris's spreading between her plump, naturally pink cheeks, keeping the plastic stuck to her tongue.

"Look at that." Matt began, leaning his upper body on the table so he could see Alisson up close, smiling big. "She really knows what she wants, huh?"

Y/N approached, resting her right hand on Chris's shoulder, caressing the area gently and leaning down slightly, bringing her face to her daughter's level.

"That's my determined little girl." The woman praised, her voice full of love and pride.

Alisson looked up at her mother, still holding the spoon, and laughed happily, the sound echoing through the house, which seemed to welcome it with double joy. Chris couldn't help but laugh along. Her happiness was contagious.

"Did you like it, my love? Looks like apple and banana baby food is approved, guys."

He then gently took the spoon from her little fingers and offered another spoonful, which she gladly accepted, swinging her little legs in happiness, closing her eyes slightly as she felt the caress of her mother's fingers on her head full of curly brown hair.

"I think we found a fruit baby food fan." Nick commented, rescuing his phone from the top corner of the table and opening the camera app, pointing the device's rear camera at his niece and taking several photos in a row.

"My little foodie monster."

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extra - comments:

"omg finally more baby Alisson's content 🙏🏻"

"I missed seeing mini Chris so fucking much 😭🙌🏻"

"Alisson is such a daddy's girl, I swear!!"

"the way that Chris and Y/N are simply the best parents out there 🥺"

"Nick and Matt = the cutest uncles ever 😭"

"sturniolo triplets? no, Y/N and Alisson Sturniolo!"

"petition for them to make videos just of Alisson eating baby food ✏️📄"

"Y/N is such a milf 😫🤭"

"Chris = father of the year ☝🏻"

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