#I’m adding a lotta tags cause I’m happy with how it came out

[oobbbear]

So~ I made a Welcome Home sona :]

The brainrot is coming hard and ouch

[songtoyou]

Chapter Five: Whole Lotta Woman

Would You Call That Love

Pairing: Chris Evans x Raina Morrison (OC)

Rating: PG to PG-13 (Might be 18+ for some chapters)

Description: There was always one person Chris Evans tended to turn to when he was not in a committed relationship, Raina Morrison. He could confide in her about things going on in his life that he did not feel comfortable talking to his family or close friends about. Chris and Raina were able to establish a way to communicate with one another openly but also being respectful of the other’s time and needs. It was the only constant “relationship” he had, but without all the nonsense of trying to build a life together. A “friends with benefits” situation. However, what happens when Chris starts rethinking his “relationship” with Raina and if either is willing to pursue something more?

Chapter Rating: PG

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,536

Author’s Note: We are back in the present time. There are major confessions in this chapter. 

Feedback is always welcomed. If you want to be tagged, please let me know.

Sadly, I do not know Chris Evans or anyone in his family and this is just a fictional take on his life. I do not permit this fic to be reposted on other platforms.

Updated for grammar and punctuation edits.

To say that Raina did an amazing job as Satine at the opening night of Moulin Rouge on Broadway would be an understatement. According to the reviews, she was fabulous, outstanding, mesmerizing, and captivating in the role. However, Raina could not bask too much in the glory of her rave reviews since she was too preoccupied with what happened at last night’s afterparty.

“Oh sweetheart, you were perfection. Absolutely stunning. I cried so many times throughout the show,” Lisa admitted as she hugged Raina.

“I cried too. It took everything in me to not shout, ‘That’s my boo!’” Scott revealed and added, “Fabulous job. It is going to be hard for others to live up to role after you have put your stamp on it.”

“Thank you both so much for coming. It really means a lot,” Raina expressed her gratitude to both Scott and Lisa. “Where’s Chris? He didn’t leave yet, did he?”

“No, he just had to make a pit stop to the bathroom,” Scott reassured her.

 After making the rounds and taking pictures with the cast, Raina finally found Chris. He was hanging off to the side in a corner, preoccupied with his phone. 

“Hey, you,” Raina spoke to get his attention. “Why are you hiding out over here?”

“Hey. I’m not hiding,” Chris answered as he put his phone back in his pocket. He immediately pulled Raina in for a hug and kissed her on her cheek. “I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you, Chris. I am so happy you are here,” Raina replied. Neither pulled from each other’s embrace. He knew it was what Raina needed to help her relax and be present in the moment. 

As Chris continued to hold Raina, he came to the full realization that this is what he wanted for the rest of his life: to be with Raina. “I love you,” Chris whispered in her ear and turned his head to look into her eyes. “I’m in love with you, Raina. I have been for a long time.”

Raina was at a loss for words. She could not believe Chris admitted something personal at that moment. But she could not deny her feelings as well. She embraced Chris tightly and leaned into his ear. “I love you to Christopher. Like, in wholeheartedly in love with you. I have been for a long time,” Raina expressed honestly. She could not hide the smile on her face, and neither could Chris. He leaned in to give Raina a soft kiss on the lips. He did not care if anyone saw. He was no longer going to suppress his love for the woman before him. 

Before Raina could return the kiss, a loud voice interrupted the moment. 

“Oh my God!” Scott yelled and immediately walked over to Chris and Raina. “I saw the whole thing. It was beautiful. I might cry, but I’ll hold it together. Is this for real?”

“You were over there,” Raina said as she pointed to the other side of the room. “There is no way you could have known what Chris and I were talking about. Let alone hear us.”

“Uh…hello, I can read lips pretty damn well. Plus, you two are so wound up for each other that one of you would explode and reveal everything. It just sucks Ma missed the moment. Speaking of Ma…she now owes me twenty bucks,” Scott replied as he looked around for Lisa.

“What? You and Ma had a bet going on?” Chris asked, baffled by the possibility. 

“Yeah. We had a bet on when during the trip which one would say I love you first. I bet on Chris saying it tonight. Ma put her money on when you went to Raina’s apartment after dinner last night,” Scott shared.

“Well, technically, that happened,” Raina said, but then clarified when Scott raised his eyebrow at her, “I mean when he left, I said to myself, ‘I love you too, Chris. More than you realize’. So, if that is acceptable, then Lisa won the bet.”

“No! That isn’t acceptable. The bet was to say it face-to-face. Not after the person left the room,” Scott clarified while stomping his foot in annoyance. 

Chris sighed at his little brother’s antics. “Okay, Scott, you win. Just cool your jets when telling Ma, alright? Don’t create a scene.”

Scott scoffed at his brother and made a turn to leave but caught sight of Lisa. “Ma! You owe me twenty bucks! It finally happened!” he exclaimed, rushing over to her.

“Jesus Christ. Do you want to get out of here?” Chris asked.

“Yes. Just let me say my goodbyes, then we can head out and go back to my place.”

Before Raina walked away, he softly grabbed hold of her arm and brought her back to him for a kiss on the lips. Again, Chris did not care who saw it. Heck, he did not even care if spectators posted about it on social media. He was on such a euphoric high that he was ready for the world to know he was in love with Raina Morrison. 

The intimacy between Chris and Raina went beyond sexual interactions. Their intimacy was about closeness. The two understood that being together was establishing a strong foundation and maintaining it. If Chris wanted his relationship with Raina to succeed, he understood that his past relationship habits would not work. It would be all in or nothing. Chris also knew that he would have to step up and protect Raina from scrutiny, either from his fans or media. He could no longer sit by and allow the person he was with handle any negative attention on her own. Chris promised Raina that he would commit to being by her side and defend her from any naysayers. Raina made the same promise to Chris. 

While Raina’s fans could be respectful of her relationships, they often got a little bit too protective over her wellbeing. In the early stages of her relationship with Tom, her fans were ecstatic and rooted for the newly formed couple. Many of Raina’s fans supported the couple and helped combat any negative on Twitter or Tumblr with positivity. Unfortunately, no good thing lasts forever. That was one of Raina’s biggest fear from now on; being in a relationship with Chris could end in the ultimate demise of their relationship and friendship. 

As Chris and Raina said their goodnights to Jerry, Scott, and Lisa, the two quietly left the afterparty. During the taxi drive to Raina’s apartment, where the two would settle in for the night, Chris spotted that his companion was noticeably quiet. He looked over to see Raina with her eyes close as her head rested on his arm. It was a wonderful image that the only thing stopping Chris from snapping a picture was his thoughtfulness not to disturb the peaceful woman next to him. He was happy. He felt content. He felt at ease. 

When the taxi driver finally pulled up to Raina’s apartment building, Chris gently nudge Raina awake. “We’re home. Let’s get you to bed,” said Chris as he helped Raina out of the cab and proceeded to pay the driver.

“I don’t want to go to bed yet. That cat nap helped me get my second wind for the night,” admitted Raina as she wrapped her arms around Chris and leaned in for a kiss.

“A second wind, huh?”

“And possibly a third, fourth…might even have some energy for a fifth,” Raina teased.

Chris chuckled and dipped his head to place a kiss on Raina’s cheek, then grazed her lips. 

“Well then, we better not waste any more time,” he said and walked with Raina towards the apartment building. 

While the elevator ride to Raina’s penthouse felt longer than usual, it was the excitement of finally having everything out in the open that helped ease any impatience from the two. However, the longer the elevator ride felt, the bubbling feeling of doubt started to creep its way into Chris’s mind. Now he was starting to worry about things he had no control over. This caused his anxiety to surface.

“Stop it,” Raina said to Chris.

“What?”

“I have been around you long enough to know when you are at the beginning of an anxiety attack,” she noted. There is a little voice of doubt in your head about us, isn’t there?”

Chris merely sighed and nodded. “I’m trying not to, but I can’t help but worry a little. There is so much at stake with us getting into a real relationship.”

“You’re right. There is a lot at stake, but I am willing to take those risks. You’re worth it to me, and I would kick myself if I didn’t let you know how I really feel about you. However, I would understand if you are having second thoughts…”

“I’m not!” Chris immediately interjected. “Trust me; I’m not. I want this just as much as you do.”

When the elevator finally reached the penthouse floor, Raina held out her hand for Chris. The gesture was to indicate: Are you in…or are you out?

Chris took her hand and walked with her into the apartment. He was all in.

[justjessame]

A Little Ass and A Lotta Sass Chapter 13:  Two Minutes...It's Two Minutes and A Little Tinkle, Right?

Truth time, people. While the bed Negan provided for me was shockingly decadent, the shower in our own personal bathroom was hands down better than the brochure. Dear God. I was now spoiled for every other part of this miserable world.

And yes, I’m firmly aware that I’m deflecting from the shock of certainty that Negan, the man, the myth, the legend, was my HOME. Look, how would you fucking feel learning that, in your heart of hearts, while you’d tested the thought of falling in love with him, you went and did it without fucking even noticing it?

Seriously take a moment. Hash that kind of shock to the system around in your brain and tell me if you’d just roll with it or if you’d freak out inside and push it aside? Cause I think we all know my preference.

As I stood in the shower, looking up at the warm water dripping down Negan’s face to tease paths along his chest and lower, I drank him in. This man may have done horrible things, he did do horrible things, to my family, but I couldn’t lose him. I couldn’t, and the very thought of it nearly made me weak. Instead of focusing on more dangerous thoughts, I moved forward and followed the path of that water, finally kneeling before him and looking up. His eyes, already dark, stared down at me as he heaved more air into his lungs. I let my hands slide up his legs, teasing him while he fought against closing his eyes to the feeling. I was glad he was fighting, he’d missed watching my performance in the truck and I wanted him to experience the full show.

I felt him release that extra air he’d taken in as my lips wrapped around him and I hummed when his fingers slid through my wet hair. He gave me free reign, clearly enjoying what I’d offered during our trip, but eventually as I knew he would without the necessity of keeping the wheels on the road, he started to guide me.

“That’s it, sweetheart, right fucking there.” His hips were bucking forward as his fingers gripped my hair tighter. “Shit, Callie, your fucking mouth.” I felt the tension build in his thighs, his thrusts stuttering, and then I truly drank him in. As I took the same care to clean him, ignoring the warm water still cascading over us, I heard him sigh as he cupped my cheek. “What the fuck did I do to deserve you?” I smiled up at him as his hands reached down to offer me a hand up. Taking them, he pulled me back to my feet. And for the first time since we met, gone was the cocky confidence, gone was the BMOC, he looked at me like a regular man and I felt my breath leave me. “Seriously, Callie, what did I do?” He looked so fucking uncertain, like he wasn’t worthy of me and I felt the need to lighten him up, to lighten the tension that was building in me from this complete sincerity.

“You gave me that bed and this fucking shower.” I moaned dramatically, and his grin returned, not quite his usual, but I’d take it. I cupped a hand around his neck and pulled him to me, meeting his lips when they were within reach. Not yet, I begged with that kiss, don’t force me to confront it yet.

When we were drying off, he showed me a selection of clothes in our shared closet. I started to wonder if I was going to be wearing hand me downs from the wifeys. Then I noticed tags, brand new tags hanging off every single piece that was hanging there. And all were my size. Even the shoes, which begged some questions, but perhaps it was too soon to ask those, too.

I was happy, pulling out a simple blouse that was loose, but pretty and a pair of leggings, that he hadn’t put anything that wasn’t something I’d feel comfortable wearing. At least until he showed me our shared chest of drawers. Ah, I thought, pulling out some pretty fascinating lingerie, I had thought too soon. I put it away and pulled out a pretty bra instead, and laughed as I felt his eyes on me as I dressed.

“No panties, baby girl?” He asked, his voice sounded even rawer than usual. I turned to him and gave a wink. “You have a doctor’s appointment today.” He made it sound casual and I would have believed it was, but his eyes were suddenly studying his belts as he fastened them.

“I do?” I asked, pulling a pair of ballet flats out of the shoe storage of our closet. “And what is the good doctor examining me for, Negan?”

He didn’t answer right away. I waited him out, slipping the shoes on my feet and watching as he dressed. The t-shirt, the jeans, damn that ass. Wait, the ass wasn’t clothes, where was I? He caught me staring and he finally started to look like himself. A smirk, a dimple, and then a wink. “The doctor gives everyone a check up when they arrive.” He watched my eyes slit, and then added, knowing already that I wouldn’t do well with a surprise at the hands of a doctor, “and a pregnancy test.”

I sighed and sat down on our bed. Damn it. I didn’t want to deal with this, not yet. In fact, I would much rather put on some of that lingerie and tempt him back onto this fucking bed and pretend we were in hell and I was his fucking queen. Shit. “Do I get a say in this at all?” I asked, as I felt him kneel in front of me. His hand cupped my chin and forced me to meet his eyes.

“Callie, why wouldn’t you want to know, baby?” He asked, his voice low. “We need to know, sweetheart, so we can make sure you’re taken care of, properly.” He added the last before I could argue. He raised up enough to let his forehead meet mine. His eyes, windows to really know how he was feeling and I realized he was scared. As fucking terrified as me about this, and that made it easier somehow.

“OK.” I agreed, brushing his lips with my own. I pulled back making him groan. “Fine, when is my appointment with your doctor?”

His grin came back in full force. “You keep forgetting, princess, I run this place. Your appointment is whenever I fucking decide it is.” Shit. “So get your pretty little ass up,” he tugged on my hands as he stood up and I came up too. “And let’s get the show on the road.”

I paid better attention this time when we left our apartment. I took note of the twists and turns that took us down to the infirmary. I smiled as he pointed out the cafeteria, assuring me that we would be taking our meals in our rooms. He gave me a tour as he led me to our doom. I mean, as he led me to my first check up with the doctor.

“Callie, honey, this is Dr. Carson.” Negan swept in like he owned the place, which I had to remind myself he kind of did. “Doc, this is my Callie.” He said it with the same pride as when he’d introduced me to Lucille, who had accompanied us on my tour and to my appointment of course.

The doctor came forward and I sighed and went through the same type of exam that would have been perfectly normal in another time. Then came the moment, I felt the air grow still, and then Negan, fuck was he bellowing, asked for a pregnancy test. Dear fucking God, really? I felt my face grow hot, seeing the good doctor’s assistant, a pretty woman who kept shooting Negan looks that I didn’t feel like decoding, went to the cabinet and grabbed a box. I closed my eyes and felt like melting into the damn floor as she handed it to me.

She started to instruct me, but I cut her off, earning me my own look. “It’s on the box, I’ll figure it out, thanks.” I took the box and Negan showed me to a communal bathroom. Great, fuck, of course. Then he followed me inside. “Wait, are you planning on WATCHING me pee?” I asked, feeling a bit hysterical. He shook his head and sat down on the counter by the sinks. Great, a listening audience. Fuck, why not?

I went into a stall and shut the door decisively and locked it with a harsh flick. I read the box, pretty fucking sure it was similar to the one my mom had taken in a panic when she thought she was pregnant with Judith. Plastic stick. Wet tip with steady stream of urine. Cap. Wait. Yep, same fucking deal. I wondered, as I sat down and started the process, if Mom had felt this same panic I felt. Knowing that Judith couldn’t be Dad’s, knowing that whatever the outcome her life could change dramatically.

I finished. Wiped and flushed, and then opened the stall door. I handed Negan the test, capped and as sanitary as I could keep it, and washed my hands thoroughly. He glanced at me and I offered, “Two to three minutes, don’t shake it, it’s not a Polaroid picture.”

I leaned back against the counter beside where he sat, and waited, bated breath. I heard a rush of air leave him and closed my eyes. Shit, was that a good gasp or a bad gasp? And fuck, what was good or bad in this fucking case?

[sunshinepeter]

christmas eve car-rides

ao3

“Hey, Tony. It’s May.”

“As if I wouldn’t have my favorite aunt as a contact already.”

“Whatever. I am so sorry to call so close to the holidays, but I… Well, I kinda need a favor. And you still haven’t made up for the fact that you hid Peter’s Spider-Manning from me for such a long time, so you can’t say no unless you want to be seen as a real douche.”

“May, that was when he was fifteen. How many years ago? Four?”

“Tony.”

“Fine. What do you need?”

--

MIT and May’s apartment in Queens was an exact 3 hours and 17 minute drive.

As Tony pulled up outside the dorm building May informed him that Peter was in, Tony sighed, glancing at the clock and back at the door. Christmas Eve, and traffic was going to be a bitch. Tony was on the road from his own home at almost seven in the morning, and just arrived then, at almost noon. Which meant a stop for lunch before they even started going, and by one PM, the road was going to be awful.

But Tony couldn’t complain when he saw Peter Parker himself emerge from the dorm, inter coat wrapped tightly around him, timbs crunching snow beneath them, waving goodbye to someone else who had left the dorm. Tony was surprised to find people still at the dorms on Christmas Eve despite Peter.

Peter was supposed to get a flight out from Massachusetts the day before, but since the bad snow storm caused planes to be cancelled, couldn’t get onto another flight. And, May had to work until six that night, thus Tony Stark was picking Peter up for a mini road trip back to Queens, and back to Christmas.

“Hi!” Peter said as he opened the backseat and threw his duffel bag and backpack back there, before scurrying to get into the front seat. It had been a long time since the awkward teenager Peter Parker sat in the backseat while Happy or Tony was driving him. Now he shimmied down into the heated seat and smiled widely at Tony. “Thanks so much for driving all the way out here. I know it was probably really annoying and—”

“And completely worth it since I haven’t seen your chubby little college face since, what, October?”

“You literally saw me, like, two weeks ago, Mr. Stark.”

“But I didn’t see you, see you. Saying hi backstage for five minutes after a lecture? Not seeing you, kid.”

The kid smiled smally, buckling his seatbelt as they started driving, and instantly Tony broke the silence by saying, “I used to live there, in Next House when I was a kid here.”

They chatted aimlessly (Tony’s projects, Peter’s schoolwork, how much he misses Spider-Man patrol every night, etc.) until it was fifteen minutes later and Tony makes a sharp turn into McDonalds, which he would only allow on roadtrips.

Tony got a burger, fries, and a diet coke. Peter got an eight piece chicken nugget with a large fry and a kiddie meal cheeseburger and fries. And a vanilla milkshake.

“Look!” Peter held up the little toy that had come with it. Tony laughed openly, and Peter looked pleased with himself.

“So, besides schoolwork being a pain and missing Spider-Man, how are you adjusting to college?”

“Good. Boston is a lot slower than New York, but it’s still fun. My roommates are nice and all, but I still mostly hang out with Ned.”

“How’s Fred doing?” Tony asked, merging onto the highway.

“Ned is doing great, thanks.” Peter turned, looking out the window. From the major storm almost two days ago now, there were still piles of dirty snow piled on the side of the road. Some small snowflakes still fell softly around them, causing a gloomy grey atmosphere to surround them. Peter smiled to himself, breathing in deeply. The car smelled like Tony. He wasn’t sure what that exactly meant, it just did. It reminded him of his high school days, where he would spend days at a time with Tony, tagging along to science conferences, working in the lab, those few times he even stayed with Pepper and Tony. “How’s Morgan been?”

The three year old had a liking to Peter. Peter always babysat her when she was younger and he still lived near. She asked Tony on too many occasions if Peter was her brother.

“She’s good. Missing you a lot. Especially when you used to play with her upside down.”

Peter laughed, and nodded. “I miss her, too. Can I visit while I’m in New York?”

“I think Mor would be honestly offended if you didn’t, kid.”

Peter sipped his milkshake, still fiddling with the toy in his hand. Tony noticed his fingers had red nail polish chipping off them.

“When did you do that?” Tony reached over and grabbed his hand, examining the maroon. Peter pulled his hand back, self conscience.

“My roommates girlfriend did it one day while she waited for him to get back to the dorm. I didn’t really have a choice in the matter. Also nail polish remover smells super bad, especially someone who has intense smell.”

“It looks good.” Tony nodded.

“Thanks.”

The first hour was fine. A bit of traffic as they left the city, which was reasonable, but nevertheless okay.

Peter had, at some point in that first hour, plugged in his phone to charge and in doing so realized he could play music. So they were contentedly listening to Hamilton.

“How do you know all the words?” Tony asked, laughing as he watched Peter try to dance along (key word try) to the upbeat parts (it was him moving his head around and bouncing a little in his seat).

“Jus’ do. Listen to it too much, I guess.”

Two songs later, they were in a brief bumper to bumper traffic stop due to a crash, and Peter was furiously texting someone.

Tony suddenly felt like he couldn’t talk to the kid. It had been so long, and the kid had a new life in Massachusetts. The kid doesn’t need Tony anymore. Well, he never needed Tony in the first place, but it was nice for Tony to spoil him when he was in high school.

One hour, then two, and even after driving for almost three hours, they hadn’t even gotten halfway home. The snow was getting heavier, though not intense, and though there weren’t that many cars on the road, everyone was driving slowly, scared to spin off the road on ice or a frozen engine or brake.

“...Then, Ned completely downed the water, and made the face pretending it was really awful. It was so funny.”

“Sounds hilarious,” Tony smiled contently at the road, then glanced over at the boy, unsure. “Have you… Have you been drinking? Not water shots, but real shots?”

Peter looked to his lap, and before he responded, Tony quickly added, “It’s not a big deal if you are. I just… I want to make sure you are doing it responsibly. When I went to college, not that our experiences are in anyway the same, of course, I drank a lot. Too much. It was… I wish I had someone, an adult I mean, not just Rhodey, to tell me to hold it a little bit, and that the soft buzz from one was enough and the lifelong regret wasn’t worth the blackout.”

“I’m not drinking, Mr. Stark. I mean, at the start of the year I went to this party and decided to have one, but… it was disgusting,” Peter said, looking at Tony earnestly, then cracking a smile. “Alcohol isn’t for me.”

“Okay. That’s… alright. That’s good,” Tony smiled, glad his Peter wasn’t continuing down the same destructive blackout alcoholic path he had been on for so long. “That’s really okay. A lotta people don’t drink. I barely do anymore.”

“Do you think Morgan is going to like alcohol?”

“That girl is hyperactive enough, kid. And… Pep is most likely already preaching the badness of alcohol to her. I doubt she will, what with having to grow up with my past haunting her.”

It was a deep seeded fear of Tony’s, one that he rarely expressed to anyone other than Pepper, but also one that was no doubt going to come true at least a bit. Hell, it already had begun. When Morgan was born, it was almost instantaneously that Morgan was thrown into the spotlight, with articles and online news sites writing about the newest Stark, and how she will have to inherit the company, etcetera. Which wasn’t true in the slightest. If she went down the same path as Tony with mechanical engineering and showed an interest in wanting to run the company, then she would inherit it. If not, Tony would find someone else. He would never force her to inherit if she didn’t want to. Maybe Peter would be able to take it over. Or he could leave it to Harley. Who knows yet.

“That’s also kinda why I’m not gonna drink,” Peter said softly, suddenly looking sheepish and a bit nervous. “I mean, I get that it’s my choice and beer is honestly disgusting. But even if it wasn’t… I don’t want to let you down.”

“Peter…” Tony clapped his shoulder in a fatherly manor, then ruffled the boy’s curly hair. “You could never let me down.”

--

They finally arrived at the apartment at half past six.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Stark.” Peter had said this about four times on the road, but apparently felt the need to say it once more as they pulled up. Tony put the car in park, and smirked.

“Like I said, no issue. Lemme come up and say hi to May.”

Tony carried Peter’s backpack for him (“God, kid. How much does this weigh?”), and followed him to the stairs then to the apartment. He waved at someone outside a different apartment, who smiled back.

“Merry Christmas, Parker! Dile tu tia feliz navidad, yeah?”

“I will! Tell Alberto for me!” Peter held up a hand in respect, then knocked on his own apartment. He turned to Tony and sighed, “I think my key is buried in my bag.”

Tony just chuckled.

The door swung open, and May smiled widely, opening her arms widely. “Hello!”

Peter hugged her tightly, dropping his duffel ont he ground. Tony picked it up, and stepped inside past them.

“Hey, good you came up!”

Tony raised an eyebrow and turned to find Pepper sitting on the couch in the Parker’s living room, Morgan sitting on her lap chewing on something.

“Why are you here?”

“May’s car broke down at work. Wouldn’t start when she went on her lunch break. She called to ask if I could call a tow truck for her, and then I, sorry we…” She gestured to Morgan, who had perked up at Tony’s voice and was trying to climb off the sofa to get to him. “Picked her up. Just got here like, ten minutes ago. I decided to stay to see Peter!”

Peter had looked over at this point, and beamed.

“Hi, Pepper!” He said, jogging over quickly to give a tight hug. “And hi Morgan!”

“Petey!” Morgan screeched, now sidetracked from her quest to get to Tony and instead waddling her way over to Peter, grabby hands in his direction. “Up, up!”

Peter scooped her up, and planted a kiss on her cheek, which she giggled to. “Hi, Mor. Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas!” She yelled, but it sounded roughly like, “mewwy chrimmas”. Still adorable.

“Good to see you, Tony,” May said, also giving Tony a quick and light hug.

--

Pepper, Morgan, and Tony left two hours later, after eating dinner in the apartment and Pepper and Tony getting to watch Peter and May open the presents they had gotten them (an Apple watch for each of them, because that is a good gift even if not StarkTech goddammit).

Before they left, however, Tony made Peter come all the way downstairs to the car to get one other present he had for Peter.

Tony retrieved it from the trunk, and held it out to the boy. It was a faded red sweatshirt, with grey block letters of MIT on the front, outlined in black.

“This was a sweatshirt that Rhodey actually got for me the first Christmas I knew him. It doesn’t really fit me anymore, but… I thought you might want to have it. You know, since you go to the school and all. Plus, it could be like a sorta tradition. I got it my first Christmas at MIT, now you got it your first—”

Peter almost tackled Tony to the snow covered ground in a bone crushing hug.

“Thank you, Tony. I love it,” He said, holding it to his chest when they broke apart.

“Yeah, yeah,” Tony waved off the kid with a smile. He saw Pepper emerging from the apartment building with Morgan behind Peter. “You can wear it over your Spider-Man suit when you go patrolling in a few days. In case you get cold.”

Peter gave one last hug to Tony, then another one to Pepper and Morgan, and with one last wave darted inside.

Tony smiled softly, picking up Morgan, who was staring at the door Peter just went in.

“Where’s brother going?” She asked sadly.

“Don’t worry, Mor,” Tony said quietly, grabbing Pepper’s hand with his free one. “You will see him soon.”

[runawaykanine-blog]

The Beginning

~ starter for @gruntadminloch ~

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The boy made his way through the dark, keeping to the shadows, as a large black dog padded along by his side, the chain around its neck jingling softly with the bounces of its heavy body. The night was cold, so his hood was up and his hands were shielded in his pockets. The dog gave an occasional, soft noise in its throat to reassure him, sensing his nerve. It had taken so much courage to do this, and there was no going back now. Even as fear settled in his stomach and his fists tensed, he pressed on. After a while, it came into view. Those tall grey walls he’d heard so much about. As they became clearer, the soft presence of rain was suddenly noticeable on the boys bare legs. He shivered, before ducking into the shelter of the trees. The dog followed suit. “…I see two guards at the front gate, no sign of anyone patrolling the perimiter…what do you think, Ammo?” The Houndoom let out a soft ‘boof’ sound in response, which was rewarded with a scratch to the ear and a small rainbow-striped bean offered on the palm of his hand, which the dog took gratefully and crunched down in mere seconds. “We’ll circle around unnoticed and climb up the back wall…I may need your help for that.” The Houndoom gave an affirmative boof, before they silently made their way to the back wall, avoiding any sudden movements. When they made it safely, the boy looked up at the easily 30-foot, flat wall and scratched his arm throughtfully. “…right, I expected it to be a bit more uneven…but it looks pretty flat. I may not be able to climb up there.” Houndoom sniffed, before jumping up to set his paws on the wall. On his hind legs he easily towered a foot over the boys head. He looked up at the smooth wall, and back at Houndoom, who looked right back at him. “…fine, we’ll try it.” He sighed before carefully climbing up the dog, being careful not to hurt him, and positioning himself with both feet on his curved horns. “Right, now what, genius…” He was still barely half way up, even stood on top of the giant 400lbs dog, but this was their best bet. Houndoom knew it. With a growl, the dog bent his knees, before springing up powerfully, propelling his master upwards. Not quite powerful enough, however, as the poor boy tumbled back down. Houndoom looked down at him as he lay on the ground. The boy glared up at him, huffing. “Nice one.” He got up, dusted himself off, and tried a different approach. This time, he climbed on top of Houndooms back, clinging to him tightly, as the dog dug his sharp claws into the wall and tried his best to climb it. However, with their combined weight, he didn’t make it far, and they both tumbled down. After a good few minutes of brainstorming, (and hitting his head against the damned wall a couple of times for good measure,) the boy finally had an idea. He turned to Houndoom, but his eyes widened to find the dog powering up a flame charge aimed directly at the wall. He rushed towards the dog, grabbing him by his already flaming horns, burning his hands a little bit in the process, but he was used to it by now. His voice was hushed but stern. “No no no, we wanna JOIN them! Not destroy half the town and make them our enemies!” Houndoom gave a short, confused whine, before powering down, letting the flames coating his body die out. “Listen…I’m gonna try doing this solo.” Houndoom stared at him with his big, disapprovingly orange eyes. “You’ve been great, I promise, but I think it’ll be harder to get up there with both our body weights…I’m lighter than you, so maybe I have a better chance.” With a sniff and an offended growl, Houndoom returned to his pokéball in the boys backpack. “Well, can’t say I don’t try.” The boy stood, and approached the wall, shaking his arms to loosen them up in preparation for scaling this great adversary.

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Turns out, the wall did have a few cracks that aided with grippage. About a quarter way up now, face straight with concentration, the boy shuffled his way upwards, keeping his body close to the wall at all times. His fingers gripped at a loose brick, which shifted and dislodged slightly at his weight, and for a moment he froze, sweat dripping down his forehead. 'Come on, this was in the first training exercises, it should be easy…’, he thought to himself. Carefully, he pushed himself up again, reaching for any grip and then he found it - his fingers curled around an edge. He looked up. He’d reached the top, finally. 'Okay, just gotta get up there, don’t look down.’

Heaving, he hoisted his other arm up, chin resting on the top of the wall, pausing for a moment to catch his breath. The rain, thankfully, was helping to cool down his tired body, and he growled as he forcefully lifted one leg over, then the other one. Panting, the boy carefully sat up, legs dangling over the wall. “These guys should really invest in some barbed wire…” He looked out over the town. It seemed peaceful enough. Even in the dark, though, he could see the wrecked houses and crudely spraypainted skull symbols and offensive gestures. Admittedly, very different from training camp, but he could get used to it. …then came the problem of getting down the wall. He had some rope in his backpack, so he took it out quietly and looked around for something to tie it on to. There, the loose brick on the other side of the wall. He tied a loop in the rope and hooked it around the brick, testing its durability with a sharp tug. The brick stayed in place, as did the rope. With a triumphant little smirk, the boy grabbed the rope firmly with both hands, and hung down, his feet pressed to the wall. Slowly, he began walking down, breath shaky with excitement. For once, he wasn’t following orders from someone he didn’t even like…no, he was making his own choices this time. It felt nerve-wracking but…fun. About half way down, the boy felt a sharp movement in the rope. He looked up. The brick had almost entirely dislodged itself from the wall. Any movement and it would probably fall. “Shit.” He looked down…it was only about a fifteen foot drop, he’d handled worse. So, he let go of the rope and fell. His body hit the earth with a loud thud, and he groaned, rolling onto his back. Another sharp sound caught his attention, and he looked up. The large brick had dislodged, and was quickly hurtling towards him. In the last second, he rolled out of its way, and it made an even louder thud as it embedded itself in the earth, right where his head was. Lungs heaving, the boy shook off the shock and got to his feet, leaning against the wall. Before he could get his bearings, however, a bright light shone on him, blinding him. A punkish mans voice spoke out. “Well well, look what we got ourselves 'ere. What’s a lil’ boy like you doin’ out so late, hm? Y'know there’s bad people around these parts.” The voice chuckled, and another one joined in. The boy looked towards the voices, but they were silhouettes against the light of the flashlight they held to him. “Yeah, you gotta lotta nerve showin’ up here unannounced, the Boss won’t be too happy, y'feel me?” This time it was a young womans voice, slightly gravelly in tone. The boy straightened up. “Listen, I’m not here to cause any trouble, I’m just–GAH!!” A swift punch to the stomach shut him up. ~~~ After a minute or so of beating the kid against the wall, the grunts smirked at each other and bashed their fists together. “Now do we take 'im t'the Boss?” The girl said, almost excitedly. “Yeah, rookie, now we take 'im in an’ show 'im who he’s messin’ with.” They both took the kid by the arms, hoisted him up, and dragged him around to the front of Shady House, snickering to each other. ~~~ He’d handled worse beatings in the army, to be quite frank, and though it hurt, he didn’t allow himself to cry out in pain. He lay there and took it.

As the thugs picked him up, his fuzzy hearing just caught those last words. 'Now we take him to the Boss.’ He was almost relieved, that was who he wanted to speak to in the first place. And he couldn’t have been much worse than these two brutes. ~~~ The grunts made their way up the staircase and around towards the large doors which the Boss’s little “pet” always guarded. These two in particular liked to tease him, which sometimes ended in punishment, but honestly it was worth it. “Hey, hey Loch!! Look what we found crawlin’ on the wall.” The male grunt shouted from across the hall as they dragged the intruder towards him. “Apparently he CLIMBED it.” The girl added, with an air of disbelief to her voice. “Looks like an army rat t'me. Look at the dog tags.” The male grunt pointed to the silver tags hanging around the boys neck. The boy in question raised his head slightly to look at the third grunt. This one didn’t look as thuggish as the other two, but he held his tongue in case he got another jab to the stomach. “He’s young for a rat. We were gonna let the Boss decide what t'do with him, is he busy?” The female grunt leaned over to whisper to her friend. “He can’t be too busy if Loch’s still out here, heheheheh…” Both of them snickered to one another, and the boy hanging between them raised an eyebrow. 'How charming,’ he thought.

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10 Instagram Pictures & Captions to Celebrate Moms

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10 Instagram Pictures & Captions to Celebrate Moms

This 2017, let’s make it a point to shower them with love all year round. In this article, I’ve used Popular Chips‘ analytics to sieve out the top 10 Instagram pictures and accompanied them with captions to celebrate mothers all over the world.

1. Because You Say I Can Be Anything

Moms are always the greatest source of support- they spur us on to pursue our dreams no matter how crazy they are.

Our first derby car! Came in last, but we had so much fun making it

A post shared by Danni Remender (@danniremender) on May 5, 2017 at 12:19pm PDT

  2. You’ll Always Be My Greatest Teacher

We are all guilty of thinking our moms too naggy. But deep down, we know that they’re just teaching us to be the best versions of ourselves.

Caption this………………………………… #momlife #listenherekids

A post shared by Melissa Cole (@ellabrooksblog) on May 4, 2017 at 7:24pm PDT

  3. “Mom, Is It Time To Play Yet?”

We understand how difficult it is for moms to find time for themselves when we become moms ourselves. We appreciate all the time and effort you dedicate to us.

||.GENESIS.|| : : ||.Creative Director.|| Fashion Designer || @isaacwest ||.Model.|| @queenkim_nyakim

A post shared by 艾薩克·韋斯特.Isaac West (@isaacwest) on May 1, 2017 at 8:36am PDT

  4. My Greatest Protector

From monsters under our beds to mean classmates to scary bosses- our moms are our first line of defense whenever hardship comes our way. Even if they can’t get rid of our monsters, their love and listening ear will always serve as the greatest protection.

Dia das mães chegando … . Se existe uma razão clara nesse mundo: é o amor . Sentir você pela primeira vez, meu filho, foi como renascer. Foi retomar à minha infância e sentir sua avó comigo…de novo. Você escolher nascer no mesmo dia do meu são aquelas coisas inexplicáveis ou inalcançáveis por nós, seres humanos. Só tenho a agradecer, meu filho, por você ter me escolhido. . Ciclo de amor, reviva 🌱 . Obrigada por eternizar esse momento @thasyabarbosa e Gabi @mundolilac 🙏🏻 . . #NutrindoIdeais #familia #diadasmaes #amor #famiglia #instababy #babybump #babyboy #blond #babies #mommy #lunanutri

A post shared by Luna Azevedo (@lunanutri) on May 4, 2017 at 5:43pm PDT

  5. You Never Fail To Make Me Laugh

Even though inappropriate jokes can be borderline embarrassing sometimes, I love it when moms let their hair down and get silly with us children.

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A post shared by 🌿 ｍｏｍｓ ｗｉｔｈ ｃａｍｅｒａｓ🌿 (@momswithcameras) on May 3, 2017 at 8:24pm PDT

  6. You Have The Wildest Imagination

I remember when I was a kid most of my ideas for play sessions were inspired by what my mom taught my sister and I. From building forts to role playing ‘family’, I love how moms are able to inspire creative thoughts into younglings’ minds, even if it is to steal a minute of rest.

A whole lotta nada kind of day. The house is on the back burner but the cuddle sesh has been in full force! My kind of Monday!

A post shared by Jessi Marie (@thatjessi) on Apr 3, 2017 at 11:28am PDT

  7. I’m Always The Coolest To You

Who cares about the what the haters say? My mom says I’m the coolest Jedi around and there’s nothing you can do about it.

seriously overgraming today, but i could not NOT post this for star wars day. so here it goes: May the 4th be with you 🤣🤣 #yesijustdidthat

A post shared by Alyson Owen (@the.owen.life) on May 4, 2017 at 6:26pm PDT

  8. Forever My Favorite Playdate

From pre- school to adulthood, moms are the best friends to hang around with cos’ they always got your back.

Kids and white mix is like extreme sports, bound to have some catastrophic conclusions, but I like risk and I like white 😜 factor in that each load gets thoroughly washed at least three times, cause I forget to put it in the drier three days in a row. But laundry can be fun, and folding can too, if you make it into a parachute and it can also be so pretty, like the @thelaundress home care line now on sale at @thecontainerstore, so without further ado we made it over the happy hump day friends!!!}} -for a list of live demonstrations where you can meet the creators of @thelaundress – check the link on profile 🙌- • • • #mother #motherhood #instamom #motherofboys #momtogs #jestembojestes #thehappynow #pursuepretty #postmoreportraits #thatsdarling #uniteinmotherhood #bathroom #livethelittlethings #momentsofmine #documentlife #feelfreefeed #ig_kids #instagram_kids #honestmotherhood #nothingisordinary #darlingweekend #momsofinstagram#vscomom #ad

A post shared by Anna Maria (@anja_mari) on Apr 26, 2017 at 7:47pm PDT

  9. You Never Fail To Inspire Me

Your love and undying dedication will always serve as my biggest inspiration to be the best I can be.

Заметили ребрендинг?)😁 Я давно хотела сменить картинку на аватарке, поскольку старая поднадоела и ещё были сомнения, видно ли вообще, что там🙈 А ведь одно из правил идеальных аватарок для инсты гласит, что они ✔️должны быть простыми и чёткими, чтобы с экрана телефона можно было рассмотреть. В этом плане конечно хорош портрет, но почему-то в этот раз я решила выбрать фактически силуэты. . ✔️ а ещё рекомендуют выбирать минимум цветов ( чем пестрее картинка, тем сложнее она воспринимается). ч/б, хотя это тоже классный вариант, мне не хотелось, поэтому нашла чёрных нас на почти белом фоне. . И ещё хорошо, когда аватарка ✔️отражает суть профиля. Изначально я не планировала свой блог, как мамский. И, возможно это странно, но до сих пор его таковым не считаю😁 ну правда, у меня нет ни про прикорм, ни про подгузники- хотя может и пора😅 П��шу о своей жизни, и моя дочка- значительная Ее часть) поэтому многие посты о ней. Так что и на аватарке мы вместе. А вам нравится мой выбор, или портрет все же лучше ( я до сих пор 🤷‍♀️ сомневаюсь) И вообще, какие аватарки привлекают ваше внимание? P.S.: и да, наверняка вы помните, что аву лучше часто не менять. Ведь именно по ней вас узнают. Но если душа просит- думаю, можно)) . Фото @natalia.paradise Юбочки, ободки @ann_annabelova . . #hipstamama #instamom_moscow #instamom #instamomru #baby #babygirl #sweetkids #instadeti #mimikids #instababy_russia #instababy #imama #imom #instamom #instakids #instagram_kids #top_insta_kids #малышка #инстадетки #фэмилилук #familylook

A post shared by ⓎⓊⓁⒾⓎⒶ ♡ family look & humor (@salut.julie) on May 4, 2017 at 1:10am PDT

  10.Thank You For Showering Me With Kisses

We can never get them anywhere else!

SIX whole years of loving you, happy birthday baby girl!

A post shared by Brandy (@heartandhabit) on May 23, 2016 at 6:17am PDT

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A Little Ass and a Lotta Sass Chapter 23: Let Them Eat Cake...And Choke on It

If I’d assumed that Negan and me plus that damn bed of his would make us fucking husks, literally, then I’d not considered the challenge he’d take upon knowing that we’d be forced into celibacy for six weeks after Satan’s eagerly awaited grandchild showed their tiny being. And damn it if he didn’t take that fucking challenge seriously.

Every moment that wasn’t spent apart, was spent enjoying one another to the fullest extent of our abilities. And I have to say, I’d never tapped into half of my abilities. There wasn’t a surface, horizontal or vertical in our rooms that was safe. The bookshelves, how many books tumbled to the floor as he pounded into me, causing noises that I’d never thought I could make flow from me? Or that fucking table we ate at, would it ever look the same to me after being bent over it, Negan’s teeth marking my shoulder as we came together one of the only times he could stand to not have me facing him? The bed, of course, the walls, most definitely, the shower, the bathtub, the floor, every inch that we could be pressed into, we were.

And, as surprising as his ardor was at the news, my return of it nearly took his fucking breath away. That I was as insatiable for him, that I wanted him as badly, this we could show. But those three little words, the ones we kept tap dancing around, those were still elusive. Physical love, that was simple. Letting Negan know that he owned me, bodily, was as easy as breathing or kissing him. But that he owned my heart? Well, that wasn’t easy for me, and it was made more difficult by his inability to use the words himself.

 We made love, so many ways, places, and I could swear that even with multiple showers and baths, we carried the scent of one another around like the strongest colognes in the world. That as surely as him branding me, every person knew for certain that I belonged to him, and he to me.

 It came in as a horrible shock, that our bubble of feelings and adoration, didn’t keep us safe. It happened as the third month of my residence in the Sanctuary passed. Negan was getting the tray holding our dinner from the delivery guy, as I handed back the dishes from lunch, when I noticed the puzzled look on his face. I joined him as he sat it down on the table and let my own focus follow his. The tray looked practically normal. I say practically, because whomever had made it, nearly got it right. The plates held nearly the same thing, but not quite.

Negan, since that first meal, had ALWAYS had the exact same meal as I did. I still hadn’t asked if the rest of the community did as well, still too cowardly to hear if it was so. Yet this meal had subtle differences. An added garnish to his plate, which we knew was meant for him because of the tiny tag attached, some extra grape tomatoes to the small salad. And I knew that he felt the same chill as I felt. This was wrong. So horribly wrong.

I saw him swallow hard and his fist clench. “Do you think it’s yours that’s poisoned, or mine?” He growled, meeting my eyes.

“Both,” I whispered, feeling completely certain. “Whoever made the plates, they’d know that if I wanted something different from your plate, you’d give it to me, or if you saw that yours had more, then you’d switch.” I closed my eyes and fought down the urge to throw up. “So they had to make sure, and that means, they’re both poisoned.”

He took a deep breath, and sat down on the chair I usually took. Pulling me onto his lap, he kissed my forehead. “They’re fucking dead. Whoever they are.” My heart was pounding so hard that I knew he could feel it, if not hear it. “Why would someone do this?”

“Frankie,” I answered, knowing immediately. “She’s being forced to work in the kitchens, so she’d have access.” As for the poison, I couldn’t know, because there was no way to know what she’d used.

He nodded, his hand rubbing my back, my bump was starting to show and his other came up to cup it. “Tanya works for the good doctor,” he added, thinking along the same lines as me. “She looks about as fucking happy as-” he tried to swallow back another growl. “Come on,” he put me on my feet in front of him. “Let’s go give the Sanctuary a show.”

Before we left, I made him take away all signs that the meals weren’t identical. Using a napkin, since we weren’t sure what they’d doused our food with, he tossed the garnish and the extra ‘treats’ in the trash, and took up the tray. And I picked up Lucille, and we made our way to the kitchen after he’d asked Arat to gather everyone in the cafeteria, especially Frankie and Tanya.

Downstairs, the group of Negan’s people were waiting. I saw the redhead and the doctor’s assistant waiting as well, in front of the crowd, but looking unconcerned. It was a good front, but I could see the fear in their eyes, they knew what was coming. Or they thought they did.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Negan’s voice rumbled as they all hit their knees. “Get up, and listen very fucking closely.” He sat the tray down on the table in the center of the masses, and took Lucille carefully from me. Propping her over his shoulder, which for once wasn’t encased in leather, since we’d been dressed for dinner alone, he glanced around the room. “Why do rules exist? Because without rules, the world is fucking chaos.” He kept his eyes moving, but every now and then he’d touch me. My arm, my hand, just letting me know that he was with me. “And punishment? That’s the consequence for breaking the fucking rules.” He sighed, and Lucille came off his shoulder and he handed her back to me. “Now some rules are so fucking obvious they shouldn’t fucking have to be explained, but I guess I fucking thought too highly of you all.” I watched as he motioned to Arat and Laura, who’d apparently been brought up to speed by Arat about Negan’s request for his former wives’ presence. Arat grabbed Frankie’s arm, and Laura took Tanya’s and ushered them forward. “I gave these two women the fucking world. I gave them the fucking keys to the fucking kingdom. And when I found the ONE fucking woman who could give me EVERY single fucking thing I could ever want, I gave them a new purpose.” He was glaring at them, as I held Lucille casually. I could see their eyes flicker from him to me and then to the bat. "Callie could have asked for you both to be fucking exiled. She could have insisted that I toss you out and let you TRY to fucking survive out there. She was benevolent, she was kind." I was thinking that I hadn't asked because I hadn't considered it, but OK, make me sound merciful. "And the two of you let your fucking envy overrule your fucking brains."

“Unwritten rules aren’t supposed to NEED to be written, but fuck if I’m not being forced to fucking ANNOUNCE one.” He took my hand and held it up, kissing my knuckles. “This woman, Callie Grimes, is your fucking Queen. She’s carrying my fucking child inside of her, right now, and that means that she’s doubly fucking protected. You touch her, you die. You look at her anyway that I deem fucked up, you die. And-” he refocused on the two women standing before him with Arat and Laura glaring at the back of their heads. “If you TRY to fucking poison her, you will fucking die.”

“Arat, Laura, help the ladies take a seat, it’s dinner time.” And I watched as the two women who apparently plotted to fucking kill me, my baby, and Negan sit like the fucking chairs were on fire. “Take up those forks, and eat. Every single fucking bite.” A hush was all around us, but Frankie looked up at him with defiance in her eyes. “EAT!” He demanded, and she closed her mouth on whatever rebuttal she had planned. The two of them picked up their forks, and ate. It didn’t take long. The plates weren’t even halfway gone when their mouths began to foam, and not long after that they were choking, and then, as we all watched, first Tanya, then Frankie died.

Negan pulled me to him and kissed my forehead. “Arat, Laura, add these two the our outer wall security, at least now they’re fucking useful.” He pulled away and looked around him at the still gathered population of the Sanctuary. “They didn’t fucking care if they killed me, do you see that? The proof? Let this lesson stand. Who are you?”

The echoes of voices saying “Negan” rushed over me. And I felt the ease of breathing again. Without fear, at least for now.

The crowd dispersed, and Negan tugged me toward the kitchen. Food, we still needed to fucking eat. As he gathered together something that would constitute dinner, I hopped up onto a counter. Lucille lay next to me, and I watched him move as casually around this industrial sized kitchen as he had the one back in Alexandria. We ate at the counter, he situated himself between my legs and fed me bites as he ate too.

“I think I want to expand our apartment,” he said, plopping a strawberry into my mouth. “We’re gonna need more room when they arrive, and I think I want us to have a kitchen up there.” I nodded as I chewed. “I’ll get some people on it, tomorrow.”

We ate through our fresh and raw dinner, the tension of nearly being assassinated rolling off of us as we enjoyed one another’s company. “Do you even have the appliances to make a kitchen up there?” I asked, as he helped me down from my perch.

He took Lucille into one hand and my hand in his other as we walked out of the room. Arat and Laura were the only two waiting in the main room. They followed us as we made our way back to our rooms and Negan was telling me just how easily he could furnish a kitchen, a nursery, and any other fucking rooms I wanted to add to our floor.

As we walked back into our rooms, Arat and Laura took position on either side of our door. Great, I thought, door guarding was making a fucking comeback. And fuck, he’d probably become more unbearably protective now. But, that tiny overthinking part of my brain chimed in, after that fucking scare would that be suck a bad fucking thing?

 I was right and wrong about Negan’s reaction after the attempt on our lives. He did decide that door guards were a temporary necessity, but he also made sure that I knew that I still wasn’t a prisoner in our rooms. And, as he woke me the next morning to remind me of our celibacy preparations, I realized that it was a small price to pay. For safety. For peace of mind.

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10 Instagram Pictures & Captions to Celebrate Moms

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10 Instagram Pictures & Captions to Celebrate Moms

This 2017, let’s make it a point to shower them with love all year round. In this article, I’ve used Popular Chips‘ analytics to sieve out the top 10 Instagram pictures and accompanied them with captions to celebrate mothers all over the world.

1. Because You Say I Can Be Anything

Moms are always the greatest source of support- they spur us on to pursue our dreams no matter how crazy they are.

Our first derby car! Came in last, but we had so much fun making it

A post shared by Danni Remender (@danniremender) on May 5, 2017 at 12:19pm PDT

  2. You’ll Always Be My Greatest Teacher

We are all guilty of thinking our moms too naggy. But deep down, we know that they’re just teaching us to be the best versions of ourselves.

Caption this………………………………… #momlife #listenherekids

A post shared by Melissa Cole (@ellabrooksblog) on May 4, 2017 at 7:24pm PDT

  3. “Mom, Is It Time To Play Yet?”

We understand how difficult it is for moms to find time for themselves when we become moms ourselves. We appreciate all the time and effort you dedicate to us.

||.GENESIS.|| : : ||.Creative Director.|| Fashion Designer || @isaacwest ||.Model.|| @queenkim_nyakim

A post shared by 艾薩克·韋斯特.Isaac West (@isaacwest) on May 1, 2017 at 8:36am PDT

  4. My Greatest Protector

From monsters under our beds to mean classmates to scary bosses- our moms are our first line of defense whenever hardship comes our way. Even if they can’t get rid of our monsters, their love and listening ear will always serve as the greatest protection.

Dia das mães chegando … . Se existe uma razão clara nesse mundo: é o amor . Sentir você pela primeira vez, meu filho, foi como renascer. Foi retomar à minha infância e sentir sua avó comigo…de novo. Você escolher nascer no mesmo dia do meu são aquelas coisas inexplicáveis ou inalcançáveis por nós, seres humanos. Só tenho a agradecer, meu filho, por você ter me escolhido. . Ciclo de amor, reviva 🌱 . Obrigada por eternizar esse momento @thasyabarbosa e Gabi @mundolilac 🙏🏻 . . #NutrindoIdeais #familia #diadasmaes #amor #famiglia #instababy #babybump #babyboy #blond #babies #mommy #lunanutri

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  5. You Never Fail To Make Me Laugh

Even though inappropriate jokes can be borderline embarrassing sometimes, I love it when moms let their hair down and get silly with us children.

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  6. You Have The Wildest Imagination

I remember when I was a kid most of my ideas for play sessions were inspired by what my mom taught my sister and I. From building forts to role playing ‘family’, I love how moms are able to inspire creative thoughts into younglings’ minds, even if it is to steal a minute of rest.

A whole lotta nada kind of day. The house is on the back burner but the cuddle sesh has been in full force! My kind of Monday!

A post shared by Jessi Marie (@thatjessi) on Apr 3, 2017 at 11:28am PDT

  7. I’m Always The Coolest To You

Who cares about the what the haters say? My mom says I’m the coolest Jedi around and there’s nothing you can do about it.

seriously overgraming today, but i could not NOT post this for star wars day. so here it goes: May the 4th be with you 🤣🤣 #yesijustdidthat

A post shared by Alyson Owen (@the.owen.life) on May 4, 2017 at 6:26pm PDT

  8. Forever My Favorite Playdate

From pre- school to adulthood, moms are the best friends to hang around with cos’ they always got your back.

Kids and white mix is like extreme sports, bound to have some catastrophic conclusions, but I like risk and I like white 😜 factor in that each load gets thoroughly washed at least three times, cause I forget to put it in the drier three days in a row. But laundry can be fun, and folding can too, if you make it into a parachute and it can also be so pretty, like the @thelaundress home care line now on sale at @thecontainerstore, so without further ado we made it over the happy hump day friends!!!}} -for a list of live demonstrations where you can meet the creators of @thelaundress – check the link on profile 🙌- • • • #mother #motherhood #instamom #motherofboys #momtogs #jestembojestes #thehappynow #pursuepretty #postmoreportraits #thatsdarling #uniteinmotherhood #bathroom #livethelittlethings #momentsofmine #documentlife #feelfreefeed #ig_kids #instagram_kids #honestmotherhood #nothingisordinary #darlingweekend #momsofinstagram#vscomom #ad

A post shared by Anna Maria (@anja_mari) on Apr 26, 2017 at 7:47pm PDT

  9. You Never Fail To Inspire Me

Your love and undying dedication will always serve as my biggest inspiration to be the best I can be.

Заметили ребрендинг?)😁 Я давно хотела сменить картинку на аватарке, поскольку старая поднадоела и ещё были сомнения, видно ли вообще, что там🙈 А ведь одно из правил идеальных аватарок для инсты гласит, что они ✔️должны быть простыми и чёткими, чтобы с экрана телефона можно было рассмотреть. В этом плане конечно хорош портрет, но почему-то в этот раз я решила выбрать фактически силуэты. . ✔️ а ещё рекомендуют выбирать минимум цветов ( чем пестрее картинка, тем сложнее она воспринимается). ч/б, хотя это тоже классный вариант, мне не хотелось, поэтому нашла чёрных нас на почти белом фоне. . И ещё хорошо, когда аватарка ✔️отражает суть профиля. Изначально я не планировала свой блог, как мамский. И, возможно это странно, но до сих пор его таковым не считаю😁 ну правда, у меня нет ни про прикорм, ни про подгузники- хотя может и пора😅 Пишу о своей жизни, и моя дочка- значительная Ее часть) поэтому многие посты о ней. Так что и на аватарке мы вместе. А вам нравится мой выбор, или портрет все же лучше ( я до сих пор 🤷‍♀️ сомневаюсь) И вообще, какие аватарки привлекают ваше внимание? P.S.: и да, наверняка вы помните, что аву лучше часто не менять. Ведь именно по ней вас узнают. Но если душа просит- думаю, можно)) . Фото @natalia.paradise Юбочки, ободки @ann_annabelova . . #hipstamama #instamom_moscow #instamom #instamomru #baby #babygirl #sweetkids #instadeti #mimikids #instababy_russia #instababy #imama #imom #instamom #instakids #instagram_kids #top_insta_kids #малышка #инстадетки #фэмилилук #familylook

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  10.Thank You For Showering Me With Kisses

We can never get them anywhere else!

SIX whole years of loving you, happy birthday baby girl!

A post shared by Brandy (@heartandhabit) on May 23, 2016 at 6:17am PDT