#jogging strollers

[saint-ambrosef]

@ parents: i am starting to put together a rough draft baby registry. there are obviously things for baby and me, but is there anything that you would suggest that would be particularly helpful for a new dad? Especially in those first weeks when I’m recovering and he has to handle more?

[1stlovemegently]

Here's the nursery that was set up.

I have baby fever so badly, and it's heartbreaking for me to walk into this room,

My ex fiance said they'd get me pregnant again and we'd have a family even if we weren't together but that didn't end up happening

[cowlicks-and-curls]

So it turns out I like running and I figured out that doing in involves lots of little unrelated goals such as "knee doesn't hurt this run so the PT exercises are paying off" and "run up this incline without keeling over" and "so it turns out I need to work with my ADHD and schedule regular races to keep the sense of urgency that lets me remember to do things."

Anywho signed up for my second 5k last night. I ran the first one in May, doing a walk/run with a bit more walking than I hoped because there were undisclosed major inclines lol. Still finished in 43 minutes. This time I know it's a flat course, it's five dollars cheaper than the last one, and my goal is to run the entire time.

On my run last night it was clear I hadn't lost all of my progress since last time even though it's been over a month. My knee only twinged once or twice and I corrected my gait. I kept my heart rate more in the aerobic than anaerobic zone. And I ran for longer intervals.

Yeah I can do this

Looking a bit more stressed in the second pic after the race lol

[aliosne]

I want a rollator but I get anxious bc there is a non zero chance I will run with it and I know people will Judge that and I don’t want to have to explain every time I’m late for a bus that a good 30% of my problem is that I can’t balance

[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

[joggingstrolller]

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[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.👶🥰

[ari-ana-bel-la]

Hello! If you’re still accepting requests, would you write about Lando and his daughter and he always dresses them in matching outfits since she was a baby? Thanks!

Matching Outfits

The sun had just started rising over the circuit, casting a golden hue over the paddock. The usual buzz was already beginning to build: mechanics setting up, team members running around with coffees in hand, and media beginning to trickle in. But that morning, one figure stood out more than anyone else.

Lando walked into the paddock with a soft smile on his face, one hand pushing a sleek black stroller, the other adjusting the hood of his pastel pink hoodie. A matching pink baby bow peeked from under the stroller's blanket. Only a few people noticed at first, but the moment word got around, the drivers started appearing from every corner.

"Mate," Carlos said, jogging up beside him, wiping his hands on a napkin. "Is this the debut I think it is?"

Lando grinned. "Yep. She's finally here."

He carefully peeled back the stroller's blanket, revealing a tiny sleeping Yn, dressed in a pink onesie with a mini Quadrant logo embroidered on the chest and an oversized bow that nearly swallowed her forehead.

Carlos face melted. "No way. No actual way. She looks like a little cupcake. Look at her!"

Lando chuckled. "She drooled on the last outfit, so we had to switch to the emergency one. This is version 2.0."

Oscar appeared next, eyebrows raised. "You actually did it. The matching outfits thing."

Lando looked mock-offended. "You doubted me?"

"No, no! I expected it. I just didn’t expect it to be this cute."

Yn stirred slightly in the stroller, a tiny fist poking out from under the blanket. The drivers leaned in instinctively.

"She’s so small," murmured Charles, crouching beside the stroller.

"She’s three months. That’s still pocket-size," Lando whispered proudly. "Her main activities include eating, napping, and making me late because I get too distracted dressing her."

"How many outfits do you have for her?" George asked, peering down with a soft smile.

"Too many. But not enough," Lando answered with zero guilt. "I ordered custom onesies in every color hoodie I own. And I have more on the way."

Carlos snorted. "So what you're saying is you’ve created a fashion dynasty."

Lando smirked. "I’m building an empire."

The next race weekend, it was green.

Lando strutted into the paddock in a sage green hoodie with matching joggers. Yn sat contentedly in a baby carrier strapped to his chest, wearing a tiny green romper with little frog socks and a matching headband.

"You planned this," Alex said, pointing.

"Of course I did."

"You realize she has no idea what she's wearing, right?"

"Doesn’t matter," Lando grinned. "She’ll thank me when she’s older and sees the pictures."

"Or she’ll roll her eyes."

"Even better."

Yn, completely oblivious to the conversation, giggled and tried to gum Lando’s hoodie string.

"Hey, hey, no eating daddy’s hoodie," he cooed, lifting her tiny hand to kiss it. She squealed in return.

Pierre walked over, holding a coffee. "Alright, what’s the color this weekend?"

"Green," George answered, pointing at the duo. "Obviously."

Pierre leaned in, eyes widening as he looked at Yn. "Every week she gets cuter. It’s unfair."

Lando smiled. "It’s the power of good accessories."

By the third race, it was orange. Not just any orange, McLaren papaya orange.

Yn wore a handmade onesie in the team’s signature color, soft and breathable, with a tiny patch on the sleeve that read: Daddy’s #1 Fan. She even had socks with little steering wheels on them.

As Lando entered the motorhome, carrying her on his hip, the whole team melted.

"She’s our good luck charm," one of the mechanics said.

"She needs a team badge," added another.

"Already on it," Lando said, producing a tiny laminated card from his pocket. "She’s officially honorary team baby."

Yn responded by sneezing loudly and then blowing a raspberry.

"She speaks!" Carlos shouted, pretending to fall back in mock awe.

"Her first words will probably be ‘downforce,’" Charles joked.

"Or ‘Daddy stop matching me,’" Oscar added.

Lando rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the smile. "You’re all jealous."

That night in the hotel, Lando sat cross-legged on the bed, baby monitor on one side, tiny piles of pastel onesies spread out before him.

"Okay," he muttered, holding up two outfits. "Tomorrow’s color theme. Sunshine yellow or lilac?"

Yn, lying in her bassinet and gnawing on a teething ring, offered no comment.

"Right. Lilac it is. You are such a smart baby, darling."

Each morning became a little ritual. Lando would wake up, feed her, change her, and then pull out their matching outfits for the day. The more he did it, the more he fell in love with the little moment of connection they shared, even if she couldn’t understand it yet.

Every cuddle, every gummy smile, every sleepy coo made the long nights and early mornings worth it.

And every weekend, more of the paddock caught on.

Seb came by once just to bring a knitted cardigan for Yn in Ferrari red.

"Not subtle," Lando said.

"She needs options," Seb replied with a wink.

Even Kimi gave her a tiny pair of racing gloves. "Too big now. She’ll grow."

"Thanks, Ice Man," Lando said, genuinely touched.

"Bwoah, don’t call me that."

During a rainy weekend, Lando dressed them both in little waterproof jackets in pastel purple. Yn had tiny boots (more decorative than functional), and Lando kept her tucked against his chest as they walked through the paddock.

Media snapped photos, but Lando was always careful, always keeping her face tucked safely away.

He didn’t want the world to have her. Not yet. Not fully.

Yn was his world. His quiet, peaceful world in the middle of racing chaos.

Every night, before bed, he whispered the same thing into her tiny ear:

"You’re my whole universe, little star."

She’d gurgle back, a tiny hand wrapping around his finger.

And that was all he needed.

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Authors Note: Hey loves. I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you!

-💚🐍

[cottonlemonade]

Once he became a dad, he drastically cut down on his time spent at the gym. Of course, he still needed to stay in shape for his job, but there was no way he’d leave you alone with all the exponentially increasing housework plus entertaining your child after daycare. Thus, a solution was quickly found: incorporating his workout into the chores.

The freshly washed clothes were put away whilst doing squats to get them one by one from a neat pile on the floor into the drawers, your giggling two-year-old got placed in the empty laundry basket and used as a weight for bicep curls and his straight, unmoving back turned into a jungle gym during planks. He blew raspberries on your daughter’s tummy and chubby cheeks every time he lowered himself doing push-ups and his baby girl had an absolute ball timing her dad jogging with her in the stroller every morning, egging him on to go faster and shrieking in delight throughout the interval sprints.

He quite liked being a househusband, and his chest swelled with pride whenever his beautiful wife and little princess snuggled up to him on the couch at night, happy and relaxed in a tidied home. While his daughter was already snoozing with her head on his chest, he pulled you closer for some soft, long overdue kisses, his strong grip dipping into the irresistible fat on your hips. A few more minutes, he decided, then you’d both tuck your baby in and slip into bed yourselves for some well-deserved alone time.

characters: Daichi, Suna, Bokuto, Atsumu, Ushijima, Kageyama, Hinata, Iwaizumi Hajime (27) - Athletic Trainer, Komori, Aran, Yaku, Koganegawa, Meian, Hoshiumi, Kyotani, Oikawa, Hirugami Fukuro, your fave

a/n: inspired by this reel

[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!

[seat-safety-switch]

Where I live, it's hard to go out for a run in the middle of a bitterly cold winter. You still need to getyoursteps though. Or you'll die. Two kinds of people emerge from this necessity: treadmill people, and mall people. Unfortunately, the habitat for the latter types is quickly becoming extinct, and the remaining malls are bursting at the seams with joggers, walkers, strollers, and stroller-pushers. That's why the government hired me.

My project? To design the ultimate mall for people who were only at the mall in order to gettheirsteps. As a species, we've evolved past the requirement to go to a retail store and interact with another human being in order to buy things. So instantly we thought: just make a giant loop, put some furnaces in it, and good to go. No. The mind, it turns out, craves the artifice of a shopping mall.

There's precedent for this. One of the interns dug up this picture from the 4th century where a bunch of peasant children had drawn in the dirt a very realistic floorplan of the Mall of America, despite it not actually being built for nearly a couple thousand years. Come to think of it, it's a little weird there's a photograph of this. Maybe we'll have to talk to the boys down in Time Dilation Central. It's a good walk to that office. I can getmysteps.

Anyway, the project evolved at that point. We installed a bunch of mall stores selling tchotchkes that nobody would ever want. Sixteen cell phone stores. Three different places selling memory-foam mattresses. At one point, we even added a food court, but this made the health department really upset. Explaining to them that this was all artifice didn't dissuade them. Don't they know we're trying to make a place where we can getoursteps and don't have time to satisfy every little requirement about a "vent hood?" Nobody would be stupid enough to actually eat at any of these places if they were trying to stay healthy. Turns out, our first week, some dude rolled up to the New York Fries and bought a poutine for after his walk. When our scientists (in disguise: wearing hoodies over their lab coats) asked him about it, he said simply that he was "bulking."

Now, we all know what happened near the end of the project. When they heard that we had a viable place for legal human experimentation, these guys from the CIA moved right in. Started all these crazy experiments, like giving monkeys a pedometer to see if they'd want to gettheirsteps too. Adding a button where you could shock people who were walking too slowly in front of you. Turning the loop into a figure-eight so you had to dodge incoming joggers while you were trying to jog. I'd deny any responsibility for it, except those spy bastards hit a vein of gold. The Great Plains Mall is now the most successful indoor running track in history. They're gonna have the Olympics there next week. And I'll be there, getting my steps.

[writingoddess1125]

We Missed You Pt. 3

Nikto x FemReader + OOC

Note! This is less Ava heavy- It's for a reason tho and she will be prominent next part!

<<< Part 2

WARNING: Stalking, Jealousy, Invasion of Privacy, Manipulation, Awkwardness, Anxiety

NOTE: If you've never seen Nikto from COD before he does have acute dissociative disorder, so at times he will refer to himself as 'Us/We' a bit randomly.

That Son of a Bitch!!

When you rushed into your apartment Ava now wide awake at having been in the stroller while you jogged to the house and slammed open your front door.

You stare hard at the man sitting on the couch right were you expected. Now getting the aura of when the man could or would magically appear.

Pointing your daughter's new documents at her father with fire in your eyes.

"Nikto, You can not just break my lease an-"

"How am I suppose to help?-"

"Well.. What?"

Cutting you off mid rant he looked to Ava calmly and gestured to her with a calm hand.

"You need help- Correct?"

You blinked at him as if trying to remember what the point of this argument was. He had just shifted the whole conversation in a direction you hadn't expected leaving you really confused.

"Well yes but.."

"You need more room. Ava is growing. So we got a bigger place, even one with an extra room so I can help"

Blinking in surprise you try to figure out how to tackle this first. Logically sure you'd eventually need a bigger place.. and he had even made sure he had a seperate room just so he could be there.

"Still. This should at least be a discussion you shouldn't just make these decisions for me"

"We can talk then.."

He said softly, Gesturing to the couch. This all throwing you off terribly as you took a seat. It was weird with him being so diplomatic and actually speaking more then a handful of words at a time.

It had been oddly calm? Logical as he managed to sway your issue with him doing this, You didn't like it but it made sense and he had even laid it out almost like a cross between a roommate and a co-parenting situation.

So then and there an agreement was made-

You'd let Nikto help with living till Ava was 7 months. Which was plenty of time to find a far better job then the one you had, Go half on daycare and to keep your savings intact in the meantime. You offered to also pay him back for the years worth of rent but he admittedly refused.

Nikto would use the 3rd bedroom to assist. However since he didn't mention his deployment in any of this you figured it ment he wouldn't be going to tell you about it now at least.

So here you are, Moving into the new apartment. Nikto having wondered off with Ava once again leaving you there to watch it all- it was only a few boxes anyway since everything else had been bought new.

In these last few weeks he had grown to pick her up more- Especially now that she was learning to move more, Hitting her milestones and stretching into her nearly 3 months of life. He would just take her from where ever she was and walk off-

It was rather anxiety indusing at first however it seemed this was his way to bond with her. That and she was often returned within 30 minutes of him taking her.

It was weird.. But at this point he was weird so you were growing to accept that..

Snapping from your thoughts as the Maintenance man walked over to you with a bright Kool-aid smile.

"Hey (Y/N) pretty much done. You had like 8 boxes so it really wasn't much"

"Thanks Mikey, I really appreciate the help"

Smiling you couldn't help but admire him. Mikey was a sweet guy really, a taller husky fellow from some tiny town up north- aka the poster child of the sweet farm boy. Dark hair, chocolate eyes and a smile to melt hearts- whole 9 yards.

"Ah its no problem (Y/N), Always happy to help" He smiled, A bit of a blush on his cheeks as he looked at you.

"So- I did want to ask what's with the upgrade?"

It didn't take a genius he had a thing for you, always taking the time to rush over if he saw you needed help. Would be the one to always come over if something needed repairs on anything-

Hell he was even sweet to Ava, sometimes bringing toys for her while he chatted away with you.

"Ava's Father actually. He wants to help out so offered to get a bigger place"

He hummed, nodding a bit. However didnt stop that smile.

"Ah, So he just wants to help out with Ava the.?"

Nodding softly this seemed to make him relieved somewhat.

"Yeah, Thats all really. Came to a nice Co-Parenting situation"

You sort of got worried the moment those words left your mouth. Seeing the way Mikey's eyes sparkled at hearing that.

"Well You know, since you are getting help with Ava from her biological father.. Would you maybe want to get some dinner when you get the free time?"

You genuinely looked to him a bit surprised.

Especially since he had been so blunt and the use of 'Biological Father' which by his tone alone was a hint at him willing to spent up for Ava-

"Well, I would have to think about it- Especially with this new arrangement and all. We are still adjusting"

Mikey smiled sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his neck, Clearly a bit disappointed he didn't get a yes however happy he didn't get a no either.

"Ah I understand well, When there is a better time just let me know. I can give you my number if youd like"

"Sure, I dont see why not. Besides maybe in the future I can take you up on that dinner"

Smiling you hand him over your phone, watching as he was almost giddy putting in his number to your phone.

Right as he hands it back to you you see him jerk a bit. Looking behind you with a mixture of emotions you couldnt read.

Turning quickly you saw Nikto there, By the very nasty glare he was striking both you and Mikey down with you knew he had heard everything. His hand gently patting Ava back who seemed to be half asleep as he silently stared.

Mikey clearly putting the pieces together at the large clearly pissed man holding your daughter, Which ended with Mikey giving that signature smile to Nikto- You swore you saw Nikto eye twitch.

"So you're Ava's father! It's lovely to meet you, I haven't really heard much but I'm glad to see ya with little miss Ava. I'm Mikey"

"Nikto.."

You closed your eyes slowly as you could practically hear Nikto teeth gritting. The small jabs at the military man from Mikey were as clear as day.

"Well, I'm happy to meet you Nico. Its a pleasure to meet Ava biological father. I hope to see you around more often hm?"

Nikto only grunted in response, however you felt a trinkle of sweat go down your spine. Silently praying that Mikey would make it out okay with the clear growing anger from Nikto. 'Mikey this is not a game of chicken you will win'

Mikey however clapped his hands together cheerfully seemingly just choosing to buff off Nikto anger like it was nothing- Honestly you silently respecting Mikey willingness to just brush off a man that looked like a robber in a home security commercial.

"Welp! I'm gonna Finish up Miss (Y/N). Don't be a stranger, text me some time. It was also nice to meet you Nico!"

Mikey said cheerfully walking off to finish helping move the final box into the new apartment Nikto eyes following him as if ready to burn the man at the stake- Especially knowing that Mikey had said his name wrong on purpose.

"... Leave it alone Nikto-" You said softly, damn near begged. You could see the gears in Nikto head on what he was going to do to the sweet man... non of it good.

His eyes return to you now, still patting Ava back as he narrowed his glare at you with a very annoyed scoff.

Before suddently walking into the apartment, You quick on his heels to follow afraid of what would happen if Nikto was in a confined space with the poor maintance man.

Nikto calmly glanced around, as if making sure everything was set- Like Mikey had somehow possibly disturbed the lay out.

You behind seeing how it looked like the place was essentially set up for you to just add your personal touches?

Now walking around you see Ava's room set up with a crib, changing table, box full of toys and dresser all clearly brand new. In your new room you see a similar set up, New queen sized bed, Dressers, nightstand and even a large Vanity set up with a stool.

You hear Mikey call out a quick goodbye to you which you returned- Making sure to see him leave to make sure Nikto didn't follow..

Speaking of, You couldn't help but take a small peak into his space from the hallway. It was dark since he seemed to have drawn the windows closed, but you could make out a bed- and some duffle bags with blue stitching on the side barely readable.

'I.V.Y'

You don't try to look further. Instead heading back to the livingtoom your eyes narrowing a bit at how perfectly everything was set up- Looking to Nikto who was in the livingroom still, His hold on Ava still there as she was asleep against his chest.

"You set all the furniture up?"

He nodded. You looked around crossing your arms over your chest.

"...You put cameras in here too didn't you"

And just like that he walked to you not bothering to answer you as he passed Ava to you calmly.

"We ordered food. It will be here shortly"

Then turning on his heel and walking to his room. Sighing heavily you decided not to fight this one again since you had gotten your answer and at this point knew it was pointless to argue against this.

Instead just taking the time while Ava napped in her new crib to move some of the boxes to their rightful areas- Putting her clothes in the tiny dresser and supplies in the changing table.

Your own personals going into your room to be stored and tucked away.

It wasn't long before dinner had arrived. Sure it was just some pizza from a fairly upscale place but sitting at the dining table to eat was a luxary you hadnt experienced in some time.

Strangely enough it seemed to even spur some level of conversation between you and Nikto.

The two of you talking mostly about Ava who you were nursing while taking a few bites of pizza in-between feeding your daughter. Ignoring Nikto staring at you as you did so- but in the back of your head a bit weirded out he hadn't eaten anything yet.

While it was awkward between you two at the best of times this wasn't too bad.

The rest of the evening was oddly boring?

Both of you Showering separately of course, Giving Ava a bath, getting Ava to actually go to sleep (For some reason she fell asleep better when Nikto took her-) before both of you retired to your own rooms for the night with soft goodnights.

You felt drained truthfully-

It was a longer day then expected.. Especially after witnessing that little pissing contest between Nikto and Mikey.

Flopping in bed like a seal as you set up the baby monitor next to you on the nightstand and pull out your phone. Thinking a bit as you look at the phone icon.

'Speaking of Mikey.. .. it had been quite a while since you had a date..'

Biting your lip a little you glance at your bedroom door, As if Nikto would appear again (Which you wouldn't be surprised if he did-)

'Might as well just send Mikey a text so he can save my number'

Sitting up a bit you scroll through your contents calmly but not seeing his number there... Confused you start to search through all your contacts more carefully to make sure you hadn't just somehow missed it.

Actually quite a few numbers were missing?..

An old boyfriend you had never got around to deleting the number of, a guy you had like 3 dates with and didn't even safe with a real name just a few emojis, hell even a few former coworkers that you hadnt deleted either.

What the fuck-

This started a frantic search of the phone overall.

Any dating apps- Gone.

Risky photos?- Gone.

Hell you noted your email looked well looked through-

One thing invaded your mind..

Nikto-

You're stomach dropping a bit and face warming at the very quickly realization he most likely had seen your search history- you're hidden tabs you sometimes browsed through, Or the risky stories you liked to read in the middle of the night.

It wasn't till you opened up to the small save file you had of certain celebrities or fantasy idols that you got to gawk at and let imagination take over had been scrubbed clean.

Yep Yep Yep.. This crazy motherfucker was jealous- and had access to God knows what and lived in this apartment..

Correction paid for this apartment so you lived under HIS roof.

"Oh shit.."

Scrambling up you begin to look under the bed where you'd slid that all to well hidden box you had planned to hide the contents of which in your dresser later. Opening it from under the bed you saw it was empty-

...

You're face started to burn as you jump from bed quickly. Searching around through a few boxes you'd planned to also hide as you took note of things that had been removed or replaced completely.

Old lingerie you occasionally wore for yourself? Gone replaced with a nicer one-

That one impulse buy of cheap shibari rope that you looked at once and put back in the box? Now replaced with a much nicer one that had even been wrapped up by hand.

Slamming it back in its box you jump up from your spot and march opening your door hard red in the face and ready to rage war.

However are stopped when you see Nikto already there.. down the hall right infront of his door.

He was leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, dressed in sweats and a plain black shirt. This the first time seeing him in an outfit that wasn't his hoodie/jeans combo.

It felt like some sort of weird standoff. Cause you knew damn well why he was standing there and he knew that you knew as well-

"..I-I want all of my- Items back"

You manage to whisper yell out, Still blushing as you feel humiliated and completely exposed.

"What items?"

It was the fact you could hear that slight twinge of humor in his voice as he said it.. The bastard

"You know damn well what items Nikto-"

"Нет. We can't know if you don't say-"

You bow your head, Feeling like you were about to explose from embarrassment as he stared you down clearly waiting to see if you had the balls to actually say it.

"The toys.. the clothes.. hell the photos on my damn phone and apps... I want it all put back"

You manage to whisper out. Just loud enough you knew he could hear you- Especially by the amused hum as he rolled up from his spot on the wall and sauntered over to you.

"Why?.. You don't need it-"

"If I do or don't isn't your damn concern Nikto. So I want it back"

He shrugged, at your words. Staring down at you lazily as if your concerns didn't even matter that much when it came to this.

"They are all gone. Nothing to return"

Oh you were pissed, You knew damn well why he was setting this up and for what purpose.

"You're jealous-"

"Нет.."

"Liar- You're just Jealous that I got asked on a date"

He bristled a bit at your words. Clearly you had hit the target of wby he was doing this childish shit. Mad you pointed a finger at his chest.

"You have no influence on that part of my life anymore! I'll just buy more anyway- AND going to accept the date with Mikey"

You hiss more anger then real rhyme or reason just to get under his skin for daring to jump into this aspect of your life- However you see him glare at you hard with a intensity and rage that made you flinch slightly.

The silence that followed made the hairs on your arms stand on end. You could see the exact sentence going through his mind 'Lets see how well that goes-'

"You're very tired.. Sleep"

He said suddently a bite of anger in his voice, turning on his heel as he walked back to his room. Leaving you standing there with a mix of emotions, fear being the dominate one.

Right as you heard Ava starting to cry from her room, you slowly look up at the ceiling as if some devine being could see you now.

What have you just signed up for..

[joggingstrolller]

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[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.

[sweetromanova]

More To Lose: Part Two🖤

Summary: You thought your life with Steve Rogers was what love looked like. But love isn’t quiet disappointment or fading into the background. It’s soft hands when you’re breaking. It’s someone who sees you, even when you don’t see yourself. And just maybe, it’s Natasha Romanoff, waiting for you to see her too

A/N: just want to add steve isn’t really a villain or intentionally abusive, he’s just down bad for peggy and bucky… thanks for reading🤍

Chapter Two

You’re late.

You’re always late lately.

It’s not that you mean to be. Margot had a tantrum over the wrong shoes, Fanny wouldn’t wear his harness and then you spilled milk down the front of your only clean t-shirt. You’d barely tied your hair back when you noticed the clock and muttered shit shit shit under your breath.

So now you’re half-walking, half-jogging down the shaded path along the edge of the compound gardens, stroller rattling slightly over the uneven stones, one hand on the handle while the other loosely wraps around Fanny’s leash.

You spot Natasha leaning against the same tree you always meet under, sunglasses on, arms crossed. Her hair is tied up in a messy braid that should look she’s about to walk into battle but somehow just looks effortless. Of course she’s early. Of course she looks good doing absolutely nothing.

Fanny barks once as you approach and tries to sprint the last few feet. You tighten your grip, breath catching.

Nat glances down at her watch, then back up at you. “Only ten minutes late. That’s almost early for you.”

You blow a strand of hair out of your face. “I was going for fashionably flustered.”

“You nailed it.” She speaks, straight-faced. “Very high-stakes motherhood chic.”

You exhale a laugh and come to a halt under the tree, chest rising and falling a little too fast. Margot is half-dozing in the stroller, her cheek pressed against a soft toy that’s seen better days.

“I didn’t think she’d go down that fast.” You say, voice low. “She screamed like I was murdering her over socks.”

Natasha reaches down, crouching beside the stroller. Her fingers are gentle as she adjusts the blanket draped across Margot’s legs like it’s instinct. Like she’s done it a hundred times. She probably had. “She’s okay now?”

You nod. “Sleeping through her rage, like a true role model.”

Nat chuckles quietly. “Sounds familiar.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“I’ve seen you after a rough debrief.” She shrugs, standing. “Same look, different size.”

You smile in spite of yourself. The sun filters through the branches above, casting threads of light across the path, across Nat’s shoulders, your arms, the stroller’s handle. It’s the first truly warm day in a while. The kind that makes your skin feel like it’s breathing.

You start walking slowly and she falls into step beside you, without needing to be asked. Fanny trots between you both, leash now held in Natasha’s hand. It’s become a quiet routine, something unspoken and comfortable.

You push the stroller, she takes the dog. You don’t even think about it anymore.

The silence is easy and companionable. Birds chirp somewhere in the trees. The occasional hum of Tower machinery in the distance reminds you that you’re still technically inside the most secure compound in the world, even if it smells like grass and freedom.

You glance over at her. “You could be doing literally anything else right now. You don’t have to keep coming with me.”

“I know, you tell me every week.” She replies, eyes forward. “But I like this. Also if you lose my sister’s dog, she will murder you and I’d rather not Margot become an orphan.”

You let out a laugh, rolling your eyes. The thing is you believe her, that she liked joining you on your morning walk. That’s the strange thing. Natasha doesn’t say things to fill air. If she says she likes something, she means it. You don’t know when that started mattering to you so much.

You both slow near the small clearing where the path opens out beneath a larger tree. It’s quiet here, with a little bit of space for Margot to wander and Fanny to laze in the sun.

You pause. “Want to stop for a bit?”

Nat nods once, already unclipping the leash. Fanny immediately flops into the grass like she’s been training all her life for this moment.

You scoop Margot out of the stroller carefully as she’s starting to stir. She’s heavier now, solid toddler weight but still small enough to curl against your shoulder as you settle on the grass letting her come back to consciousness slowly. Nat sits next to you, knees up, one arm resting casually across them.

After a few minutes, Margot fully wakes, rubbing her eyes against your neck before wriggling free and toddling unsteadily towards a patch of clover. You let her go, eyes tracking her every step.

Nat’s voice breaks the quiet. “She’s fast now.”

“She’s trouble now.” You correct.

There’s a beat. And then “You look better today.”

You blink. “What?”

Natasha looks over at you, properly. “Than a few months ago. You were kind of hollow. You’re still tired but you’re coming back.”

You look down at your hands. “Some days. Not all.”

“That’s okay.”

The breeze picks up slightly, brushing strands of hair across your face. You don’t move to fix them. For a long time, neither of you speak.

Margot toddles over to Natasha, pudgy fists clenched, little tufts of grass sticking out between her fingers. She wobbles with determination, eyes bright and curious. Natasha crawls froward, steadying her just in time to stop her from shoving a handful of green into her mouth.

“Note to self…” Natasha murmurs, catching your eye with a small smirk. “Don’t turn your back. She’s one existential crisis away from becoming Margot the Cow.”

You huff a tired laugh, grateful for it.

Then, almost without meaning to like the truth just slips past your guard, you say. “He named her after Peggy.”

Natasha doesn’t flinch.

“I didn’t want to fight him. Not in that moment. So we compromised. I compromised. Margot, not Margaret.” Your voice is thin. “Different but still her.” The sentence haunts you to this day.

“You’re not Peggy.”

You let out a dry laugh. “You think I don’t know that? I was never trying to be her. But sometimes I think he wished I would.”

Nat doesn’t rush in with comfort. She doesn’t say ‘of course not’ or ‘he loves you for you’. She just sits there. Letting it be said.

You keep going, like the dam’s cracked and you can’t quite stop now. “Bucky’s the other ghost.” You add, quietly. “Except he’s not dead. He’s here. He’s around. He calls, he visits. He trains with Steve like nothing ever changed. He’s the uncle to my- our daughter.”

Nat tilts her head. “And that bothers you.”

You pick a blade of grass, twisting it between your fingers. “It bothers me that there’s no space left for me. Not really. I loved him, Nat. I thought he made room for me in his life. I didn’t realise it was just the spare room.”

The quiet between you thickens. Margot giggles from a few feet away as she discovers a ladybug. You blink away the wetness in your eyes before it can fall.

Natasha shifts slightly, her voice low. “I see you, you know.”

You finally look at her.

She meets your gaze, without blinking. “I saw you before all of this. Before the baby. Before Steve. I see you now.”

Your throat tightens. “Then why does it still feel like I disappeared?”

“Because you haven’t said that out loud until now.”

It’s not cruel or it’s not even stern. It’s just the truth.

You take a breath. Then another. “I don’t know who I am if I’m not with him anymore.” You admit, voice barely above a whisper. “He made me fall in love with him. He decided we should have kids. He decided we’d live here. He decided he’d still work all the damn time.”

Your throat tightens. “And all I got to decide was whether or not I brushed my hair that day. Whether I had enough time to shower before Margot woke up or if I should just use those twenty minutes to catch up on some sleep.”

You shake your head, blinking hard. “That’s not me. That’s never been me. I don’t know when I became this.”

A beat passes. You feel the words before you even fully believe them. “I didn’t even want children. I didn’t want to be married. I don’t think I do want to be married.”

You exhale, like letting go of a weight you've been carrying too long. “And I don’t think I’m in love with him anymore.”

There it is. The truth, dropped between you like a stone.

Nat doesn’t look away. Instead, she reaches out, fingers brushing yours where your hand rests in the grass.

Her touch is light and steady.

“You don’t have to be in love with him,” she says. “You just have to be honest with yourself.”

You don’t pull away. Her hand is warm. Safe.

You want to hold on. So you do.

⋆⋆⋆

The walk back is quiet but not heavy.

You almost feel embarrassed, you’ve just trauma-dumped on a former child assassin who splits her time between saving the world and carrying your sleeping toddler through the gardens of the compound.

Margot’s fallen asleep again, her small body was draped across Natasha’s lap. You tried gently, to lift her back into the stroller but she stirred and protested with that sharp, unmistakable baby wail.

Natasha didn’t hesitate. She just looked at you, soft-eyed, steady and reached out. You handed Margot over, and she melted into Natasha’s chest like she belonged there.

Fanny trots contentedly beside them, like she’s decided she belongs to Natasha now, too.

You walk a little slower than you need to, not because you’re tired but because something about the moment feels fragile. Like peace, just for a minute and you don’t want to be the one to end it.

When you reach the Tower steps, you glance up at them and sigh. There are twelve, uneven, slightly chipped from years of being trodden by combat boots and ego.

You hesitate. Nat’s already offering her hand.

You slide yours into hers and she pulls you up, effortless with a dog at her feet and a baby in her arms. She doesn’t let go at the top and neither do you.