#baby jogging stroller

[joggingstrolller]

Best Stroller for Jogging and Travel

Baby Jogging Stroller offers the best stroller for jogging and travel, perfect for parents who love to stay active and explore. Our stroller is designed with lightweight, durable materials, making it easy to maneuver whether you’re jogging through the park or navigating airport terminals. Featuring a three-wheel design with all-terrain wheels and a smooth suspension system, it provides a comfortable ride for your baby on various surfaces.

[bleureux]

Yesterday was wild, because of the forest fires the air quality index was between 300 and 400 during the day where I live (over 50 is considered to be damaging to your health, over 300 is hazardous) and I only saw 1 other person with a mask??? We really need to educate people on the risks associated with poor air quality, people where walking their dogs, reading in the parks, drinking coffee outside all unmasked despite the sky being orange and the air being thick with smoke???? The only reason I was outside was to go to and back from work

[laurennchinn]

You don’t need to do any rigorous workout postpartum to improve your mood and energy levels. There are easy ways to keep yourself physically active and you can take your child with you in a comfortable all-terrain running stroller.👶🥰

[marcusmcdonnell]

Best Jeep Jogging Strollers

[theloveinc]

windbreaker x reader - sakura, suo, sugishita, kiryu, ume + togame AS DADS 🤍🤌🏻

(warning - mentions of bio kids/birth/nursing + etc!)

HARUKA SAKURA - goes from the panicked dad to the dad who can handle five children at once...

His first year of parenthood is mainly... chaos. It's him struggling to change a diaper with less than six baby wipes. It's him going on patrol with spit up on his shirt. It's falling asleep as soon as his head his the pillow, barely any spare moments left in the day to spend with you without baby by your sides.

His third year of parenthood, however? His third year has him with two kids on his hip and one hanging off his back, all while he's in the kitchen warming up bottles and scrambling eggs for lunch with enough time once everyone's down for a nap for him to sneak you into your bedroom to spend a surprise hour under the sheets.

It doesn't matter if the kids are his or not, he runs his household like a preschool military... even if, at the end of the day, he can't tell you how he managed to do it. Sakura always knows where every kid is stationed in the house, what they're all doing and want to do next, and who needs a meal or a nap or anything in between. It's like he's psychic of sorts, because one kid could just be popping out of their bedroom and he'd already have their milk and afternoon snacks at the ready.

He's also a miracle at handling fights and spats, able to sit down every single child involved and help them talk it out before making them apologize. It's almost as though he was made to be a dad... if his main purpose on earth wasn't already... fighting people?

(It makes sense, though; he's grown to be such a peace keeper.

That being said, just because he can handle five kids at once doesn't mean they can handle him. He can really be Mr. Tough Love sometimes, especially to kids that aren't his own and don't yet know he means everything with love.)

(Also, he will jog around the neighborhood with a stroller lmao, or power walk with the youngest on his back. The neighborhood ladies LOVE him. Keep him locked up for his own safety. Eventual dilf.)

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HAYATO SUO - the dad to an extremely fussy baby...

Suo being the type of man that he is (and has always been)... you never would've guessed that one of the few things able to sway such an infallible man could be his very own baby.

That first year after your... very expressive... daughter is born is mostly spent with Suo in shambles. Neither of you are sure if it's just the lack of sleep and all the other emotions that come with being a first time dad that are making him so flustered when he can't figure out why she's crying or what she wants... or if your daughter really is just that powerful to have the almost-always-unfazed Suo so pissed at a piece of broccoli for simply existing under his daughter's nose.

Every patrol around town or date night or time spent without your daughter on his lap is time he spends PONDERING how he can master the whole... "being a good dad" thing. One of the few things he's not able to immediately master and pull off with grace.

He eentually gets the hang of it though, once his kids grow into their security and start acting just like him.

(For every kid you have, there's at least a year spent like this. No matter how much he's learned or how easy it becomes for him to read his children, it's like the process resets as soon another bugger shows up.

Of course, all his kids are born fussy because HE was a fussy baby. But don't tell him that.)

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KYOTARO SUGISHITA - the "go get my wallet" dad...

Like all the time he spent in Ume's garden during his youth, when Sugishita becomes a dad, the best way he knows how to spoil his girls is by investing every single spare moment of his time at their side... and heeding every. single. one of their requests.

As soon as they're old enough to walk (and no longer need him carrying them around everywhere, which he is devastated about, btw)... he's not only trailing behind them everywhere, but also insisting they get whatever their little hearts could desire.

...which sometimes means he's secretly pulling out his wallet and paying off the employee at the zoo to let them stay another hour after their tickets expire... and sometimes means he's coming home from the grocery store with three extra bags of snacks and four, brand new toys.

(This indulgence of his does not go away even as they age. If his daughters want a caviar bento every day for lunch, they're getting that caviar bento no matter what. No matter the cost. No matter the labor. And yes, before you ask, he makes their lunches too.)

Discipline also doesn't really exist for this guy, it's lowkey embarrassing because YOU WOULD THINK it would, wouldn't you?

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MITSUKI KIRYU - the dad whose kid ends up wearing mad drip to day care...

You know those memes that sometimes come around that are like... "hispter" or "swaggy" baby? Kiryu ends up with one of those, sort of... unintentionally, even if the outfits don't stop when you point out how much needless concern he has for his son's fashion.

(It's not even that he's trying to make your child is fashionable... it's just how naturally good he is at buying clothes; he always comes home from the department store with a whole ensemble rather than just the two or three pairs of shirts and pants you asked for.

It's a little... self-conscious-making, honestly... to walk into a preschool with the nicest dressed toddler in tow, wearing clothes even he doesn't care about, and that are obviously going to get dirty the second he starts playing in the dirt (which he does, practically the second you let go of his hand. He's a wanderer, lol.)

Not that Kiryu cares a thing about your baby making a mess in his specially chosen, mini flannel (not that I need to say so, but he does his share of laundry)... but when all the other kids are in regular leggings and Minecraft t-shirts... it's definitely sort of funny that yours wears baby converse and button-ups.

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HAJIME UMEMIYA - picture man dad…

Not only does Ume have pictures of all his kids happiest moments and biggest milestones, he has pictures of every second in between:

Pictures from between your legs of your baby literally being born, videos of the next one crowning. Pictures of your kid's first poop, or of their diaper rash from when he panicked and tried to emergency contact your doctor. Pictures from the first night they slept in their big kid beds, to pictures of their first (and worst) pimples.

He's lowkey (highkey) a vlog dad without the youtube channel; similarly, he also tries to record everything. Birthdays, sibling fashion shows, nighttime routines, wake-ups on holidays, fights, YOU NAME IT, he's pulling out his phone.

You honestly wouldn't think he does anything with the pictures but sometimes you find him asleep in bed just going through everything... he loves his kiddos that much <3

(He never forgets to take pictures of you both, either. Mostly you, but also some of the moments you're together, like your outfits or when you're on a date. He wants to be able to hold on to his memories forever, and give his kids something to remember you both by when they grow up.)

(Almost everyone has him muted on social media too except for Sugi lmaooo because he posts way. too. many. pictures and writes 500 word captions even over something as small as a lost tooth...)

(And lmao, he has at least one kid who is always ready to strike a pose, and in fact, does strike a pose whenever there's a camera out.)

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JO TOGAME - the most hands-on father who will NOT put his child down...

For Togame... fatherhood essentially turns him into a willing jungle gym... likely due to the fact that when your baby was first born, he happily took on the night feeds and changings and often fell asleep in the armchair right next their crib just waiting for the next time he could hold them...

But you know those dads you sometimes see out in public, who play with their kids the way they'd play with a monkey? No sooner than he's finally able to is he holding your child up on his shoulders or swinging them around by the ankles like a sack of potatoes every time they're together; causing you to have a heart attack whenever you witness it, and everyone in the general vicinity with a shitty partner to ask how you "got him to be so involved with raising with your kids."

(Of the two of you, he's actually the one who gets antsy when people who aren't close to either of you ask to see or touch the baby. He's the one who hovers cautiously when his cousins pester you about letting them have a turn holding the baby, or when another relative makes a joke about you hiding them from family when you just went off to nurse in private. He is Pissed and is not afraid to express that lmao.)

It's really a blessing and a curse... because on one hand it's sooo sweet to watch them together... but then on another, your child is just, if not more, clingy than him... and cries louder than any other kid in the room when Togame finally lets go of the hug on their first day of preschool.)

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Thank you for reading!

[greedyhoneyz]

Welcome to Wonderland

.ೃ࿔*:･pairing: eren yeager x pregnant!reader

.ೃ࿔*:･synopsis: soon-to-be-parents embark on a joyous adventure, preparing for the arrival of their little one in a quest to find the perfect stroller.

.ೃ࿔*:･cw: none. fluff. domestic.

.ೃ࿔*:･authors note: inspired by baby mine from @tojigasm. im in a 'baby' mood and wanted to write something other than football. you can probably tell that I haven't watched the show but honestly, I've kind of based eren on his portrayals by other writers on this app and what I feel he would say and act like if he was a modern character. truthfully i just need to watch the show, but I'm honestly not good at keeping up with shows in general.

Onesies. Diapers. Bottles. Pacifiers. Cribs. Toys.

This was the world of babies. 

Eren had never felt so intimidated— standing by the store doors, a trolley glued to his front as he gawked at the avalanche of ‘everything baby’ in front of him. The signs above the aisles, all printed with words that seemed important, taunted him with ridiculing laughter and bizarre speeches filled with phoney concern. 

Hesitantly, Eren veered around and then glanced at (name). He swallowed deeply before speaking between shallow breaths. “Where do we start?”

(name) was quiet for a few moments as her eyes aimlessly scanned the store floor. She let out a breath and then paused, blinking, before glancing down at her phone. “Uh,”

She padded her thumbs across her screen and scrolled through her baby registry. 

“Strollers,” (name) managed to breathe out. She nodded to herself, assured by her choice and peered up at Eren, nodding once again. “Yeah, I think we should look at strollers first.”

“Strollers…” Eren muttered back slowly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “…that's good.”

The metallic clatter and squeak of the trolley and its battered wheels followed Eren and (name) as they pushed the cart towards the “strollers & travel systems” section. 

The trolley squeaked to a halt when (name) stopped. She blinked, rubbing her lips together and slowly stepped away from Eren. 

“This is nice.” She spoke softly. She raised her hands, her curious fingers wriggling in the air, and fiddled with the straps and handle of the matte black stroller. From the platform where it was perched, she pushed it back and forth, whirling the stroller from side to side. “It moves nicely too.”

“This one looks good too.” Pivoting on the heels of her feet, (name) carefully stroked the handle of another. It was grey, except for its black frame, and carried a sizable basket beneath it unlike the other.

Eren hummed in response to (name) and shifted away from the trolley. He inclined forward and fiddled with the hood of the stroller, pushing it back and dragging it forward. He smoothed his hands across its aluminium frame and picked at the price tag, strapped at the handle. “Not bad, you like it?” 

(name) shrugged. “It’s nice, but I think we should look around first before we decide on anything first.”

The trolley’s shaky rattle continued as (name) and Eren strolled through rows and rows of strollers in various colours, sizes and shapes. 

The traditional strollers, with large wheels and adjustable handles, had quickly gained (name’s) favour, whilst the lightweight umbrella strollers, which were perfect for prompt trips around the town, perked Eren’s eye. The jogging strollers failed to reel both Eren and (name) in, and though their suspension and manoeuvrability brought ease and comfort, the couple could envision themselves going for light jogs across their neighbourhood with their little one in tow. It wasn’t their style. 

“Is there anything here you like?” After a while of searching, Eren and (name) had broken off their stroll and huddled themselves into a corner and fueled themselves with the breakfast bars (name) had stashed inside her purse.

 "No," Eren shook his head, swallowing, his face twisted.

“Well,” (name) began. “If we can’t decide on anything now, I think we should move onto bassinets–”

“What?” A baffled expression came to (name’s) face as she watched Eren shoot off directly to a larger display of strollers.

With a smile on his lips and sparkling eyes, he bent down to retrieve a car seat from the queue of strollers. He waved, beckoning (name) over and beamed down at the contraption below. 

Gripping the metal ledge of the trolley, (name) towed it behind her as she walked. 

She stopped, standing a few feet away and with an inquisitive brow, glanced down at Eren.

“Look.” Hanging his figure over the car seat, Eren turned his back to (name). He lowered his arms, positioning his hands on either side of the seat, its front and its back. He gripped the handle with one hand and tucked his other into the safety lock. He pressed the lock, heaving it upwards as its legs, tucked beneath, extended outwards. Setting it down on the floor, Eren carefully eased the handle from above the black hood and towed it above the seat. A quiet snap could be heard as he adjusted the handle to his hip with a single push of a button. 

“Wow.” (name) gaped, her eyes wide and slowly circled the stroller.

“Cool, ain't it?” Eren smiled proudly. He pushed the stroller back and forth, wheeling it across the aisle in jagged lines. “‘Been looking at this online.”

“And it's good for travelling,” he boasted. “For when we fly. Oh, and it's light….it moves so nice….”

Resting her hand on the swell of her belly, (name) bent down and moved her hands across the seat, running her fingers against its smooth fabric. “But what happens when the baby gets too big and grows out of this?”

“Then…I…guess we buy two strollers?” Eren blurted out slowly.

“Babe… I don’t know.” Reclining back to height, (name) propped her hand on her hip and furrowed her brows together. She pulled her lips down into a frown and shook her head unhappily. 

Eren could feel his heart plunge into the pits of his stomach as (name) scowled. He was convinced that the stroller parked before him was it. And now, as he stared at his wife, he wasn’t too sure she felt the same.  

“Listen, baby, it's a great car seat and stroller,” he began. “C’mon, it's convenient and easy to use, we get this and it’ll make our lives so much easier when the baby comes.”

“Trust me, baby, I’ve done my research. I’ve watched videos and read reviews. This is the one.”

(name) thought a moment, gnawing at her bottom lip. After inspecting the stroller-car seat ensemble, she took Eren’s place at the wheel and rolled it across the aisle, and then back to him. 

She stopped in front of him, parking the stroller a few inches from his feet and sighed. She blinked and blinked and then blinked again, and sighed, tracing her hand across its hood. 

“Alright,” She said. “We’ll get it.”

Eren couldn’t help but cheer, thrusting his fists in the air before launching onto his wife. He wrapped his arms around (name), pulling her into his chest, her swollen belly pressed against his middle, and peppered kisses across her head, his nose bristling against her hair. “Yes!”

“Babe— Eren let go, you’re pulling on my hair.” Wriggling out from Eren’s grasp, (name) huffed, her eyebrows furrowed together and quickly patted away at her hair. 

After calling for assistance, Eren, then armed with newfound instructions, made his way down the aisles to the shelf containing another replica of the stroller, with (name) in tow. Below it were two rows of boxes.

Eren reached out, bending his knees, wrapped his arms around the box and lifted it into the air. With careful feet, he hauled the box toward their trolley and plopped it into the basket. 

“There.” He huffed. He wiped his hands and stared at the box, a twinkle glinted in his eyes, grinning from ear to ear as (name) looked on from the sidelines. 

She approached Eren, a hand to the trolley, the other to her stomach, and studied him. In awe at the way, his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled and his cheeks carried a gentle, rosy tint when he was excited. His joy was palpable, radiating out from him like a comforting blanket. 

As she gazed at him, (name) felt a deep sense of gratitude. Most women weren’t as lucky as she was, having a man so involved, so excited it’s damn near infuriating. But she cherished his joy, his nervousness, his wonder. He was new to this world, this world of babies, as was she, and whilst at times it was overwhelming, it was beautiful and intriguing to come to learn and to love the little human cocooned inside her belly. 

And as Eren looked up and caught her eye, (name) returned his smile with one of her own. In a silent exchange, they basked in each other’s warmth, arm in arm, sharing each other’s bliss.

[httpsdana]

Hiii~ can you make a fiction for Kenan Yildiz where it’s a day off for him and the reader (his wife) and they are having a family day with their 3 years old son and 1 year old daughter , where they are taking care of them , playing a little and when the kids fall asleep they both cuddle in bed and have a romantic talk to sleep.

Thank you in advance sweetheart , your fictions are truly amazing 💗.

Our Little Family~Kenan Yildiz

*Pictures are from Pinterest*

we got wifi in our emergency house so I might as well right some things when im bored. enjoy <3

request from here

master list -> part 2

players/drivers I write for

The sun was just peeking through the curtains when y/n felt a small tug on the blanket. She groaned softly, still half-asleep, but she could already sense what was happening. Their 3-year-old son, Emir, was standing by the bed, his bright brown eyes wide and a mischievous smile on his face. He had clearly been up for a while.

"Mama, Papa," Emir whispered, tugging again, "I'm hungry!"

She heard a soft chuckle beside her. Kenan stirred, his arm slipping around her waist as he opened his eyes.

“Good morning, buddy,” Kenan said, his voice still husky from sleep. “Are you ready for a fun day?”

Emir nodded excitedly, his curly hair bouncing. y/n couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm. Sitting up, she heard a second, quieter noise from the baby monitor: their 1-year-old daughter, Leyla, was awake too, babbling to herself in her crib.

“I’ll get her,” she said, kissing Kenan’s cheek before climbing out of bed. Kenan sat up, stretching, and helped Emir onto the bed, where they immediately began playing a silly game of “tickle monster.”

y/n tiptoed into Leyla’s room, finding her sitting up with her chubby hands gripping the side of the crib. Her wide eyes sparkled with joy when she saw her mom. “Mama!” she gurgled, reaching out with her tiny arms.

"Good morning, my sweet girl," y/n cooed, scooping her up and pressing a kiss to her soft cheek. She nuzzled into her shoulder, as she inhaled the familiar baby scent that always brought her peace.

Once both kids were ready, y/n and Kenan decided to take them out for breakfast. The thought of enjoying a morning out as a family filled her with excitement. Emir was already talking about pancakes, and Leyla clapped her hands in delight as she bundled her up in a tiny jacket.

The café they chose had a cozy atmosphere, with a play area for the kids and plenty of space for Leyla’s stroller. As they entered, she saw the sparkle of recognition in Kenan’s eyes—he was already planning to spoil everyone.

The family settled into a booth, Leyla happily perched on her mom's lap as she helped her nibble on small pieces of fruit. Emir was across from her, excitedly showing Kenan how he could color in the activity book the café provided. Kenan leaned over, drawing a little football next to Emir’s attempts at coloring.

Breakfast was filled with laughter as Emir managed to get syrup all over his fingers, and Kenan joked, “We’re going to have to wash you like a car, buddy.” Leyla clapped at every new taste of food, and her giggles echoed around the café as Kenan played peek-a-boo with her.

After breakfast, the four of them headed to the nearby park. The fresh air felt invigorating, and the playground was just what the kids needed to burn off their morning energy. Emir ran straight to the slides, calling for Kenan to follow him. y/n watched as Kenan helped him up the ladder, his strong arms lifting Emir when he got stuck halfway.

“Look, Mama!” Emir called from the top. “Watch me slide!”

She cheered him on as he slid down with a triumphant grin. Leyla, nestled in her arms, reached for the swings, her tiny fingers pointing as she made soft cooing sounds. y/n placed her gently in the baby swing, pushing her back and forth as she squealed in delight.

Kenan jogged over after a few more rounds on the slide with Emir. “I’ll take her,” he offered, lifting Leyla from the swing. She immediately clung to his chest, her little head resting against his broad shoulder. It was a sight that always melted y/n's heart—Kenan was so naturally tender with the kids, and they adored him.

They spent the next hour playing as a family. Kenan chased Emir around, pretending to be a monster, while y/n sat on the grass with Leyla, watching as she tried to walk on her own. Each time she wobbled, she caught her, and she’d look up at her mom with a big, proud smile. Eventually, Kenan and Emir returned, both panting and laughing. Kenan collapsed onto the grass beside y/n, pulling Emir into his arms.

"You’re fast, little guy," Kenan said breathlessly, ruffling Emir’s hair. Emir beamed, clearly proud of himself.

When the afternoon sun started to tire everyone out, they decided it was time to head home. Back in the house, Leyla and Emir’s energy levels had dropped significantly after all the playing and excitement. y/n and Kenan bathed them together, filling the bathroom with giggles as bubbles floated everywhere. Emir splashed, pretending he was a pirate, while Leyla clapped her hands at the water, her eyes wide with fascination.

Once they were in their pajamas, they all curled up in the living room for storytime. Kenan sat on the couch, Leyla nestled in his lap while Emir snuggled into y/n's side, his eyes heavy as she read their favorite bedtime story. It didn’t take long for both of them to fall asleep, their peaceful faces bathed in the soft glow of the lamp.

y/n and Kenan carefully carried them to their beds, tucking each one in with a kiss. Leyla’s tiny hand curled around her stuffed animal, while Emir mumbled something about pirates before drifting back off.

As soon as the kids were settled, y/n and Kenan headed to their room. The day’s events had worn them out in the best way possible, and the moment they slid into bed, Kenan pulled her into his arms, holding her close. His warmth enveloped her, and she let out a content sigh, resting her head on his chest.

"Today was perfect," she murmured, tracing lazy circles on his chest. "I love watching you with them. You’re such a good father."

Kenan kissed the top of her head, his voice soft in the quiet of the room. “I couldn’t do it without you. You make all of this possible. I love our little family.”

She tilted her head up, and he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. The kiss deepened for a moment, full of tenderness and affection. When they pulled away, y/n smiled at him, feeling her heart swell with love.

“Sometimes I still can’t believe this is real,” she whispered. “Our family. Our life together.”

Kenan’s hand moved to cradle her cheek, his eyes soft as he gazed down at his wife. “It’s real, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

With that, they both fell into a peaceful silence, their bodies entwined, hearts full.y/n drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the warmth of Kenan’s arms and the quiet joy of the life they’d built together.

[torchflies]

Hi TG Fandom!!!! 

(Climbing out of my work cave with this little AU, since I haven't had any free time to write BUT I did get some snazzy new forearm crutches to use when I teach and give lectures so this dude is winning at life tbh). 

Weird stuff starts happening when they're about a week into Top Gun. 

All the flyboys are trying to befriend Maverick, but he's making it impossible. That, or the guy just has selective amnesia. 

Wolfman tries to talk to him in the lunch line, but the sleep-deprived Maverick in front of him just walks right past him… in the wrong uniform? Is that a priest’s collar?

Hollywood has something similar happen to him, when he goes on a jog and bumps into Maverick pushing a baby in a stroller. A sleeping baby with a red pacifier in it’s mouth and a small girl with pigtails skating beside him. And is he wearing rollerblades too?? Hollywood tries to stop him in surprise, but Maverick shoots him a dirty look and keeps skating, tugging his kids closer. Rude.

Slider and Ice have their own trippy experience when they have to go to medbay because Ice twisted his ankle again — the man refuses to tape it properly — and another doctor pops in to grab a chart and it’s Maverick???

“Mitchell, what the hell?” Slider snaps, neither of them thinking Maverick was old enough to be double-certified. 

But Maverick looks stunned and very confused. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I needed this?” 

He keeps that weird look on his face as he ducks out the door and when they ask him about it in training, he just gives them the same weird look! 

It comes to a head when Chipper and Sundown see Maverick talking with another officer and walking down the hall one minute. Then, they duck into the hangar and Maverick is sitting right at his desk, chatting to Goose. 

It has to be a massive prank, it has to be!

Until they finally confront Maverick and Goose about it, and Mav turns bright red, while Goose can't stop laughing to save his life. He's honking and wheezing up a storm. 

“Oh God,” Goose finally gasps out, “The boys are never going to let you hear the end of this. You forgot to tell them!”

“Well, it wasn't the first thing that jumped to mind! Teddy isn't even Navy!”

Goose thwacks his pilot upside the head. “Lynds, Mal and Kiff work on the same base as us!” For the greater flyboy population he finally adds, “Identical quintuplets.”

Yessireee, five whole Mavericks, exactly what the world needed. 😂

[xiaq]

Storytime

There's this kid that I see a couple times a week walking past our house in the afternoons (usually around the time I walk Deacon after work). He's 10-12 yrs old and he's always pushing one of those jogging strollers with a 2-3yr old kid inside. Bucket hats. Sunglasses. Snow suits. Whatever the weather, they're always kitted out appropriately. And sometimes they're having cute conversations as they pass by. I've never seen an adult with them.

Today, we were out in the yard and the toddler saw Deacon so the older kid asked if they could stop and say hi to him through the fence, and of course that was fine. I told the older one I thought it was cool he took his little brother out for walks so often and he said with 0 tact and 100% confidence, "Well mom said I had to take [ baby brother] or the dog for a walk every day and I don't have to pick up [baby brother]'s poop, so."

The baby brother found this fact uproariously funny (or maybe just the word 'poop,' hard to tell).

[tip-top-cloud-surfer]

A Morning Work Out - Hangman

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin / Wife!Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

This work, all my works, and my entire blog at 18+

Warnings: Implied Sexual Content; Married Couple with a Baby; Female!Wife!Reader with no Physical Description, No Use of Y/N, No Names, Baby Seresin is also Unnamed

Summary: Jake goes through his normal morning routine with his son and wife.

Master List

Jake loved being a dad.

He didn’t always set out to be a dad and for a significant part of his career, he simply assumed that he wouldn’t have the time for a family. But then he met a woman who changed that entire mindset in the span of three months. And now there was a little boy in his life who made any doubt about whether or not he wanted to be a parent disappear.

He loved being a dad. And he looked forward to any moment he could with his son and wife.

Waking up early on Saturday, Jake rose before his wife even stirred. He checked the time and rolled over to press a soft kiss to his wife’s head, careful to not wake or disturb her. He knew that she was absolutely exhausted and needed her sleep. Rolling to his feet, Jake got up for the day. After brushing his teeth and hair, Jake walked down the hall to the nursery.

He gently opened the door to the nursery to find his son already awake. Baby Seresin let out a call as he stretched. Jake leaned over and carefully scooped up his son into his arms. Quickly checking his diaper, Jake rested his son’s head against his chest. He pressed a kiss to the top of his son’s head before turning for the door.

“Come on, let’s get you some breakfast.”

Jake walked straight to the kitchen, patting his son’s back to keep him content. Quickly heating up a bottle, Jake fed his son breakfast before eating a quick breakfast himself. After burping his son and getting him dressed in a onesie, Jake moved to start his morning workout.

First, Jake started with a jog around the neighborhood. He strapped his son into the jogging baby stroller and headed out. He always took shorter jogs when he had Baby Seresin with him. The more traffic-heavy roads and roads without sidewalks were all off the list when he had his son with him.

So, he just did loops around the neighborhood.

Returning home, Jake pulled his son out of his stroller and strapped him to his chest. After stretching for a bit, Jake started through his routine. If he needed to, Jake unstrapped his son from his chest and set him on the playmat while he worked out.

But for his pushups, Jake had modified his routine to include his son.

Jake carefully set Baby Seresin on the ground and placed his hands on both sides of his son. He assumed his position and started with his normal set. But unlike when he was doing pushups in the gym, every time that Jake leaned down, he pressed a raspberry kiss to either his son’s belly or face. Baby Seresin giggled, waved his little arms around, and kicked out his little legs every time.

Jake pressed another kiss to his son’s belly, causing him to squeal. Baby Seresin grabbed at Jake’s face as he gurgled and wiggled with joy. Jake laughed along as well and dropped down to his elbows, holding a plank while he enjoyed the moment with his son.

“Yeah, that’s my nose,” Jake chuckled as his son squeezed and played with his nose. “You found it.” Jake held himself up on one arm and booped his son on his own nose, causing Baby Seresin to wrinkle his nose. “And I found yours.”

Jake kept up the game of back and forth with his son until his stomach started to growl. Checking the time, Jake knew that his wife would be up soon. Jake dropped out of his plank and sat up. Gathering his son in his arms again, Jake stood up and walked over to his son’s rocking seat. Jake strapped his son in and set the chair to its usual setting to keep him settled while he cooked.

“You hang out here. I need to make breakfast before your mom gets up,” Jake explained to his son. He leaned closer to whisper, “She gets cranky if she doesn’t get her coffee.”

Whipping up some eggs and toast, Jake was in the middle of brewing his wife’s coffee when he heard her footsteps. She emerged from the hall wearing his shirt and still looking half-asleep, but she instantly perked up when she saw their son in his little chair.

“Good morning, sweetie,” she cooed, kneeling down in front of her. Pressing a kiss to his chubby cheek, she stood up and turned to Jake. She took the cup of coffee out of his outstretched hand and pressed a grateful kiss to his lips. “Morning, babe.”

She placed a joking smack on Jake’s ass before heading for the fridge to grab the milk. After making her cup, she headed to the table to sip at it while keeping an eye on Baby Seresin. Jake finished up with the eggs soon after and they enjoyed breakfast together.

“Anything that we need to get done today?” Jake asked, causing his wife to shake her head.

“Not that I’m aware of. Why?”

“Well, I still need to take a shower,” Jake began, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “And he’ll be asleep again within the hour.”

“And you want to conserve water?” his wife finished, shooting Jake a knowing look.

“I’m just trying to be a responsible citizen,” Jake replied, taking a long sip of his coffee.

“Hmm, well, you should be happy to know that I also need a shower,” his wife stated, unable to help her own little smirk.

“Guess it’s just my lucky day,” Jake responded, leaning back in his chair.

An hour later, Jake’s wife was in the middle of setting up the baby monitor, seeing as Baby Seresin finally fell asleep a few moments before. But just before she could flip the switch, she was swept off her feet and promptly set up on her husband’s shoulder.

“Jake,” she whined, playfully whacking his back. “You could have woken up the baby.”

“He’s a heavy sleeper,” Jake spoke calmly, nicking the baby monitor from her hand. He turned in on and placed it on the table all while balancing his wife on her on his shoulder. Turning towards the door, Jake’s wife could practically feel the added perk in Jake’s steps. “And besides, if he needs us, he’ll scream. He got your lungs, so we’ll hear him.”

That earned another playful smack to his shoulder, which he happily returned to his wife’s ass. She squealed, all but proving Jake’s point.

“Jake!” she laughed, shooting him a look.

“What?” he asked innocently, turning into their shared bedroom.

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Secret Ingredient / Part II

Michael Berzatto x F!Reader

Summary: Things are looking up for Michael. He has great hopes of making this work, and all he wants is to spend the rest of his life with you and Rhys. While you're still apprehensive about certain aspects of your relationship, there's nothing you'd love more than to figure it all out with him.

CW: 18+, explicit, smut, vaginal sex, shower sex, fluff, friends to lovers, complicated relationships, some angst.

Word Count: 2.4k

— Links: First Part // AO3.

A/N: Richie makes a guest appearance to question all of Michael's choices.

Six months later…

There’s nothing that hypes Michael more right now than going home after closing The Beef. Getting to hang out with you and squeeze some time with your baby when he’s awake has become the highlight of his day that he looks forward to every single night.

He still brings you food, or cooks you something when he gets home. Even if you don’t live together yet, the spark is there and has grown far brighter than he could ever imagine since you started dating, and he has no doubt it’ll happen at some point

His life was drastically changed that moment he stumbled onto you in the hallway when you moved into his building with Rhys in tow.

He didn’t know that day that you were exactly what he needed. It took him away from that familiar path that it was leading him to dangerous places and guided him toward a nice clearing instead.

Though he still struggles with a lot of shit about the business, he’s gained some leeway, and has learned there’s a better way of handling those issues. He’s also come to accept that if he wants to be in your life, he needs to follow through with his decisions. In both– business and life. Even if that means asking for help, which it doesn’t come naturally for him.

You are the biggest inspiration and supporter he has right now. He’s taken suggestions directly from you to improve the shop, like giving customers pre-order options, and offering delivery. It’s a work in progress, but he has hope it’ll work out.

Besides all that, watching you raise Rhys on your own in the past six months gave him the most courage to take that leap forward. Even if it was fucking scary. Even if there are still a few old demons he has to fight every night before closing his eyes.

It all has put him in a better mood too. People have noticed. He’s also gotten rid of a few bad habits and taken up jogging in the morning, before the city wakes up. Sometimes he takes Rhys with him. Usually in his stroller but sometimes the baby would refuse to let go of his arms and would have to use a carrier and trade his jog for a walk. He’s shown him all his favorite places around the city, the same places he’s taken you to as well. They sit at the dog park and look at the dogs play cause Rhys is completely taken away with them. It’s the first thing he’s shown a real interest in, besides mom of course. The baby would spread his arms and try calling to them with his cute unintelligible babble.

He had never seen himself as a dad until now. It was never on his plans. Figure his family was fucked enough that there was no need to bring more Berzattos into the world. But getting to know Rhys, care for him, watching grown and love him as much as he loves you has made him consider that maybe there’s still hope yet. He just has to make sure of not repeating all those same mistakes that haunt his past.

While everyone cleans up their station, Michael sits at his desk and goes over today's numbers before going home. For a change, they're not as bad as a year ago, which is something to take into account. Perhaps in a couple of months he’d be able to hire a couple of new guys to run deliveries. He keeps that pinned for when the right time comes.

Once he's done in the office, he wishes everyone goodnight as they part home.

When the lights are off and doors locked, he heads out last with Richie by his side, who needs a ride home.

Cousin lights up a cigarette before getting into the car while Michael unlocks the doors and slides into the driver's seat. On the passenger side, on the floor mat, rests a bag of groceries and a pack of diapers he left there earlier that he now moves to the backseat to make room for Richie.

“Mama's got you running errands like an asshole again,” Richie taunts, settling on his seat as Michael starts the engine.

“She ain't. I offered.” He scoffs. “What is it to you? Why are you so concerned about what I do?”

“I’m just looking out for you, Cousin.”

“How? How are you looking out for me? All you’ve done is question and ridicule everything I do since I told you about her.”

“Because she’s using you. She has no baby daddy, and she’s just latched onto the first schmuck she met cause raising a baby is expensive.”

Michael shakes that frustration with a sharp tilt of his head as he veers the car out of the lot.

It’s not the first time he’s said something like that, but it’s starting to rub him the wrong way to see Richie thinking he knows better than him.

“What? You think she’s after my money now?” he can’t help but scoff. “She probably has more saved than you and me put together. Why are you being a fucking dick about it?”

“I don’t know… I just can’t wrap my head around you settling down and raising someone else’s baby. Now look at you, you don’t smoke, you don't drink, you don’t wanna hang out… it’s like you’re a totally different person.”

“Well, maybe that’s not a bad thing. It's called growing up. You should look it up, Cousin.”

“If she’s so important to you why haven’t you introduced her to the rest of the family, huh? Are you embarrassed of us or something? The only times you’ve brought her to the shop is when I wasn’t there. She’s met Tina, and Ebra and Gary… are the rest of us not worthy of her presence?”

“It’s not like that. We’re still trying to figure out how to do this. You’ll meet her when the time is right. And this is the last time we're having this conversation. I’m tired of you busting my balls every chance you get. I know what I’m doing.”

He ends that conversation hoping that his friend won’t bring that up again. As much as Richie has tried to convince him otherwise, there’s no doubt in Michael's heart that this is what he wants– just to be a part of your life.

After placing the bags on the counter, he goes around the apartment to find Rhys already sleeping in his crib. He has to fight the urge to pick him up and cuddle him, but he’d probably get to that in a couple of hours when he stirs awake in the middle of the night. So he just dips his head to print a gentle kiss on his forehead.

You’re taking a shower and when he sees the silhouette of your bare body behind the frosted glass he can't fight the need of having you in his hands.

He announces himself with a knock and watches your head poke out from the side of the sliding glass as he starts taking off his clothes.

“Hey, bear,” your face beams, beautifully covered on water beads.

“Hey, mind if I join you?”

“I’m almost done but come in if you want.”

He rushes out of his jeans and underwear, leaving his pile of clothes to pool by the sink to set his feet in the shower. From behind, he slides his palms along your sides to hug your torso as he prints a string of kisses along your neck and shoulders while you finish rinsing your body.

“How was your day, mama bear?”

“Good, they green-lit my project. We're starting next week.”

“That's my girl. You're gonna do great. We should do something to celebrate.”

“Aww, thank you.” Glancing over your shoulder, you tuck your arm back to caress his nape. “How's yours?”

“Same old, same old.”

“You always said that.”

“No. It was okay. It's just not as good as I'm with you.”

“Hm,” your lips curve up as they capture a soft kiss from his silver tongue.

“Say, you think we have time for a celebration quickie before the little bear wakes up?”

“He went down five minutes ago so we probably have like ten minutes tops.”

“That's more than enough for me,” his wandering hand travels down your abdomen toward your mound. “Do you wanna?”

Licking your lips, you nod your head as you wave your ass back against his dick that quickly jumps awake at the friction. It doesn't take you long to feel him swell to perfection. Same in your end. It took you a few months to get comfortable having sex with him but once you started you couldn't ever have enough of him. Feeling utterly wanted by Michael arouses you more than his fingers rounding your clit that makes your walls melt.

Once you're ready, you brace your hands on the tiled wall, bending slightly so he can properly slip into you from behind. The warm shower spray pours nicely on your back as Michael slips inside you. His hardness throbs against your walks when he’s fully sheathed inside. As he leans forwards to mouth at your neck, he blocks the spray of water. Your skin buzzes when his teeth scrape the surface of your skin as his hips start gaining some speed.

Your breath hitches, as he pounds your ass with dedicated passion. You move with him as the temperature rises, letting one of his hands tenderly massage your breasts as the other handles your clit as rough as his hips slam against you.

“You like it like that, sweetheart?” He sucks your earlobe between his lips.

“Fuck yeah.”

It’s quick, and hot, and utterly satisfying to end the day with him pushing inside you until you both come undone.

Allowing Michael to weave into your life so seamlessly fast wasn’t a decision you took lightly. Having a new little person to care for and at the same time figure out your feelings for Michael was quite challenging, to say the least. Scary comes to mind too if you really think about it. It took you a few months to warm up to the idea, but ultimately it was Michael’s unwavering attitude that put you more at ease. He was there from the get-go. He’s helped you in ways no one ever did. You never had to ask, he’d always show up, day after day. Seeing him caring for Rhys just as much really warmed you up to the idea that there might be some good guys yet. And though you’re aware he’s not perfect, he has one of the biggest hearts you’ve ever come across. He makes you feel loved and supported, always finds new ways to make you laugh but more importantly he’s won his place in your baby’s heart as well. Rhys adores him as much as you do. Sometimes it feels like even more. His little face lights up brightly when he sees Michael more than anyone. So, in a way it was watching them bond the thing that made you welcome him deeper into your life.

There are still a few things you have some reservations about, like moving in together. Though he’s been spending more and more time at your place in the past few weeks, and has been proven to be a good partner, making it official still makes you a little wary.

It doesn’t stop him from trying… Every other week, he’d suggest that maybe it is time to take the next step. It scares you how willing he is to do that, and it worries you that he might have not mulled it over enough. There are a lot of things that could potentially go wrong, and if it was just you, you’d jump right in, eyes closed. The key here is Rhys. Your son already has a deadbeat dad who went as far as signing away his parental rights. You don’t ever wanna give anyone the chance to break your baby’s heart like that ever again. No matter how much Michael loves the both of you, you need to be sure that if anything happens between you two, this is not going to affect Rhys.

Perhaps it’s the fact that you're in a good mood today or the way he’s holding the baby in his chest with both making eyes at you that you can’t resist but give in a little after dinner.

“What was that Rye Bread?” He says after the baby makes an undistinguishable noise behind his pacifier. “Oh, he says he’s taken a vote and that I should move in.”

“He didn’t say that,” you scoff, shaking your head. “He probably said– it’s time for a diaper change, and it should be you the one to deal with it for being so damn annoying.”

“Those are a lot of words for a none-talking baby.” You both laugh. “C’mon, I know you want to, sweetheart.” He changes voices to a funny pitch tone pretending it is Rhys talking then. “Yeah, mommy. Let Mikey move in. I need a buddy to play games and watch TV. Please?”

You can swear you’ve never met anyone crazier than Michael. Anyone in their right mind would take heed of a situation like this or just downright bolt in the other direction.

“Look, I have a lot of faults, but I promise if for some reason this doesn’t work, I’d never stop caring about this little guy here. I know that’s something that you’re really worried about.”

“Would you be willing to put that in writing? Officially?”

“Anytime. Where do I have to sign?”

“You’re crazy,” you shake your head, amused.

“Pretty crazy about you.” he smiles with his whole face. “This is the last time I’ll ask. What do you say? Do you want me to move in?”

“Okay.”

It feels easy to say and hard to admit that deep down–

This is what you always wanted.

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rahhh i love art rahhh i love fluff take that as you wish

Inseparable

Art Donaldson x Reader

Summary: just a look into everyday life with your Husband Art and your newborn daughter.

You always knew Art would be an amazing dad but watching him in action was totally different. You thought you loved him before, but after seeing him care for the baby you made together somehow made you love him even more. From the minute Lily was born he was the best dad in the world. He wanted you to rest as soon as you all had gotten home from the hospital. While you recovered he would not let you wake up in the night to get the baby. You finally made a deal with him that if she needed to be fed he would bring her to you and then put her back to sleep. His little girl was already the biggest daddy’s girl, he could easily get her to stop crying the second she was In his arms, and she was looking more like him by the day.

Art took off two weeks from training, he wished he could’ve taken more but he was at the top of his game he couldn’t risk that. You pretty much had to force him to leave the house the first time.

It had been about a month since Lily was born you were still on leave from work so you decided to walk with Lily to the courts your husband trained at since it was such a beautiful day. You dressed Lily in the tiny Nike tennis dress that the company had sent Art while you were pregnant. When you had gotten there Art noticed immediately he dropped his racquet and jogged over to his two favorite girls. His coaches rolled his eyes at Art getting distracted

“Hey what are you guys doing here?” He smiled kissing you

“Lily wanted to come see her daddy play tennis” you cooed looking down at your little girl in the stroller

“Hey champ, how’s it going Lily girl?” He said lifting his baby out of the stroller “Oh my goodness look how adorable you look” he gushed while the three of you walked to the bleachers

“Donaldson! Come on we don’t have all day!” His hitting partner yelled to him. Art groaned,

“Go on we will watch for a bit” you said hitting his butt, he gave Lily a big kiss on the cheek and handed her to you carefully then kissed you on the cheek and ran back over to the court. Lily started fussing as soon as her dad gave her up. The two were inseparable, Art probably had worse separation anxiety than she did.

You ended up staying the whole practice you loved to watch Art play and so did Lily. Every now and then he’d give a wave or run over for a kiss earning a groan from his team but he didn’t care he only cared about his family.

Most of your nights lately had been quiet and slow, you were surprised at how much you loved it. Art would get out of training around 3 or 4 at the latest, giving your little family a lot of time together. Tonight you were eating dinner on your patio, Lily was in Arts arms of course. He never put her down even if he was eating or on the phone it didn’t matter.

“I loved seeing my girls at training today you know.” He looked at you giving you a smile, the same smile you fell in love with.

“We could watch you forever, maybe Lily will be out there with you one day.”

“Maybe… I’ve been thinking about it. I don’t want her to think she has to play tennis just because of me. I mean it would be awesome if she did but she can do whatever she wants. I want her to know we will support any dream she has.” He said seriously like he had been thinking about it for a while. You smiled at his thoughts

“She will know trust me. But something tells me she will want to do everything that you do” you laughed, even now Lily wouldn’t take her eyes off of Art. Art smiled looking down at Lily

“She’s perfect... Ready for another?” He smirked

“Not a chance Donaldson I need at least a year” you laughed. Art wanted all the babies he could have with you.

That night long after you and Art had given Lily a bath and put her to bed you and Art found yourself in bed cuddled up talking about anything that came to mind like you usually did before bed. Lately Lily has been the only thing you talk about and that’s okay with the both of you. As if on cue you heard a cry on the baby monitor, you tried getting up but felt Art pinning you down

“No you stay I’ll go babe” he said then kissed your forehead, you just rolled your eyes smiling.

Art walked into Lily’s room quietly making his way to her crib.

“Hey champ what’s going on” he cooed picking the baby up gently and holding her to his chest, Lily still cried

“You’re not hungry, you don’t need your diaper changed so what is it huh champ?” He asked softly swaying her side to side, she still wasn’t calming down. She was usually a very easy baby but every now and then she had her bad nights and Art could tell this was going to be one of them. He thought to himself ways to help his little girl, he walked with, her sang to her, rocked her but nothing worked. Art thought to himself, the room was kind of hot he laid her down to take off her warm footed pajamas and switch to something lighter, he picked her up while she was only in her diaper and she immediately stopped crying. The contact with her dads skin soothed her instantly

“Oh did you just wanna be close to your daddy Lily girl? Is that it?” He smiled patting her back. Art couldn’t believe how much he loved his baby. He looked at the crib and decided he just didn’t have the heart to put her back in it.

You looked at your phone wondering if you should go check on your husband because it had been a while. But then you saw him walk through the door, with Lily sleeping on his bare toned chest.

“What are you doing my love?” You beamed seeing your two favorite people

“She’s having a rough night I couldn’t leave her there all alone. So she’s gonna sleepover” he told you crawling in to bed carefully with the baby still on his chest

“Oh no Lily Jane” you stroked her cheek resting your head on Arts free shoulder. Art was in heaven with both his girls resting on his chest

“I love you y/n. Thank you for giving me this life” he kissed you

“Thank you for being the greatest husband and dad baby. I love you”

All three of you slept peacefully through the night, Art holding both you and Lily close his heart was so full.

[superiorsturgeon]

Can I have some aunty Pyrrha? Please

I’ve been lax about answering asks lately, but luckily I happen to have some inspiration atm!

Saphron: Thank you so much for babysitting Adrian for us!

Terra: We really appreciate it!

Pyrrha: It’s no trouble! Jaune and I are happy to watch Adrian so you can enjoy your Mother’s Day together!

Pyrrha: *buckles Adrian into his stroller and ties up her running shoes* Who’s ready for a jog to the park to meet uncle Jaune for a picnic?

Adrian: 😆 *claps and babbles excitedly*

Pyrrha: Let’s go! *takes off at a brisk trot*

Pyrrha: *jogs along the street, pushing Adrian’s stroller* ☺️

Adrian: *suddenly babbles as his attention is grabbed by something*

Pyrrha: *follows Adrian’s gaze* What is it, Adrian?

Neighborhood Mom: *cruising with her toddler on a bicycle, keeping pace with Pyrrha*

Pyrrha: *locks eyes with Neighborhood Mom*

Neighborhood Mom: *locks eyes with Pyrrha*

Adrian: *locks eyes with Neighbor toddler*

Neighbor Toddler: *locks eyes with Adrian*

Pyrrha: *glaces towards the park* 😒

Neighborhood Mom: *nods, accepting the challenge* 😠

Pyrrha: …Adrian, are you ready to race…?

Adrian: 😠

Pyrrha: *breaks into a sprint*

Neighborhood Mom: *caught off-guard by Pyrrha’s lightning start out of the gate, scrambling to catch up* 😨

Pyrrha: *in an absolute dead heat* 😡

Adrian: *laughing and giggling* 😃

Neighborhood Mom: *pedaling hard and starting to catch up* 🥵

Neighbor Toddler: 😟

Adrian: *baby cheers of encouragement* 😆

Pyrrha: *puts on even more speed*

Neighbor Mom/Toddler: *almost caught up*

Pyrrha/Adrian: *Narrowly win by a nose, bursting through the gate into the park*

Jaune: *spreading a blanket on the grass, complete with sandwiches and Adrian’s favorite snacks* Hey, Pyr! You got here quick!

Pyrrha: *wipes sweat from her face* Adrian and I got into a little race on the way over, but we managed to come in first place, didn’t we, Adrian?

Adrian: *giggles and claps in victorious toddler noises* 😆

Jaune: *unwraps sandwich* I think you and your auntie Pyrrha have earned some treats after lunch for coming in first place!

Pyrrha: *scoops Adrian out of his stroller* I couldn’t have done it without my teammate-Oh, dear…! *grabs a napkin*

Adrian: *already has his victory pudding cup smeared on his face* 😋