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funky-boat-zone · 3 years

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the lighthouse chronicles: part 10/10

big birthday bash

how often do sapient vehicles celebrate their birthdays anyway? depending on how they process time, having their birthday/build date celebration every year could get excessive/tiring.

in one episode, there’s a really loud audio glitch that scared the shit out of me the first time i heard it. the problem is that i can’t remember what episode it was, just that it happened in a scene involving zorran (because of course it did)

top hat’s voice sounds really off fsr

ffs otis, you’re a grown adult. quit being so pouty to the literal child who gave away the surprise by accident.

never thought i’d say this, but i genuinely feel really bad for ten cents here. he’s just a kid who just made a mistake, and what do top hat and otis (adults) do? top hat rats him out to sunshine, and otis acts all passive aggressive towards him.

and even sunshine gets mad at him and says that they may as well just cancel the party!

“it’s okay, you can throw me a surprise party another time” or you could at least pretend to be surprised and try to enjoy the party because it’s the mature thing to do, otis?

“what do you want me to do, sink myself?” “not a bad idea” hey sunshine, what the fuck

the other tugs (seemingly) only forgive him because captain star told them to

and so the party happens and all is well except for the fact that no one apologizes to ten cents for being so awful to him over an honest mistake

stop the music

it’s a whole episode of singing. help

and yes, this is the episode where zorran raps

i am going to outlaw the snugboat harbor song fest

grampus sinking into the water and going “blblblblbl” is a mood

zorran no. zorran please don’t do it, i know you’re evil or sth but-

i thought you were better than this, zorran

“do you want to be famous?” “you mean i’m not already?”

unfortunately, this episode is where i got my headcanon that top hat can sing. i sincerely apologize

grampus dismisses top hat’s singing when he’s the only boat who can remotely carry a tune

sunshine’s voice is at its absolute most grating in this scene jfc

“i’ll never be ready for the song fest :(” (triumphant music playing in the bg)

hooray, “work together” or something, no moral is worth a whole episode of singing

let’s wing it

oh no, vegetable puns

zak’s voice is almost as cursed as zip’s

i never want to hear zorran say “mayonnaise” in any context for any reason ever again

why do the boats know what salad dressing is?

big stack, quit singing

“wish i could help” i appreciate the sentiment izzy, but you are a steam tramper, not a tug, and your dream of helping with the ocean liner can never be

and so we end on a vegetable pun

no strings attached

another music-themed episode?? oh no

another log jam?

are tugboats an instrument?

no patrick, tugboats are not an instrument

coast guard boats are not an instrument either

top hat using his horn/whistle to play the first few notes of the theme song implies that he’s aware of the fourth wall

ten cents, don’t bother cappy. he has important coast guard stuff to do

dammit ten cents, you pulled a coast guard vessel away from his job. people could die

love how ten cents talks abt cappy’s whistle and cappy is represented by a completely different boat.

the rhyming brings up memories of miller-era thomas. and that’s not a compliment

the song sounds like sth out of an obscure 16-bit game that’s only remembered for one song and only because that song was used in a meme

guilty gull

how rich are salty’s parents to get him a working, driveable toy car for his birthday?

you know an episode’s gonna be interesting when it starts with zug getting blamed for something he says he didn’t do

again with the fire barge! i’m banning zip and zug from having any contact with fire barges unless it’s an emergency

do you think billy’s aware that the tugs only really talk to him when they need him for arson?

i think he is, and he’s cool about it. billy, you deserve better. get some friends who see you for more than your skill at arson

f in the chat for zug, the snugboat harbor scapegoat

i know that it’s just tradition to refer to ships as she/her, but in the context of this show it sounds like the stuck tanker is sapient and the tugs are going to destroy her anyway

sl!zug deserves better 2k21

bivalve blues

sunshine’s voice sounds really strained fsr

“wanna hear my new riddle?” “not now. bye” same, ten cents. same

sad boat hours

honestly ten cents has every right to be sad and upset after the events of “big birthday bash”

that’s not why he’s sad though, he’s upset bc he feels unappreciated or sth

a fire?? that escalated quickly, holy shit

love how bluenose is just sitting in the background with no one noticing/acknowledging him as ten cents takes the fuel barge

also that split second of bluenose twitching/shaking at the end

honestly i’m more interested in whatever the hell’s going on with him

i’m sad because they had to incorporate and re-dub that emotional ending scene from “munitions”

ten cents gets cheered up, the other tugs appreciate him, sunshine finally tells him her riddle, and bluenose is presumably scarred for life because this the last episode and we never see him again after this.

#the lighthouse chronicles #shitpost #ask to tag #reaction tag

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bubbleweirdo · 4 years

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Alegría

RE-UPLOAD

Chapters: 1/?

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Summary: After her parents death, Joy Collins must take care of her brother and the small farm they live in. However this is not always easy and one night their lives change drastically.

Words: 2035

Main relationship: Javier Escuella/OC

Other relationships: Charles Smith/OC, Arthur Morgan/OC

Characters: Van der Linde gang, OCs

A/N: I’ve translated this writing from spanish to english because that’s my first language, so I’m sorry if there are grammatical errors. This is my first fic since I was like... Fourteen... And... Welp, it’s probably really cringey but I’ve been trying my best to write in a coherent way (some of my OCs in this fic are PoC -they don’t appear in this chapter tho- and I’m insecure because I want to treat them in the most respectful way I can, so if I portray them badly please, tell me) And well I’m basically PANICKING right now because I want to do everything RIGHT. So... yeah. Have fun with this if you can :’)

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1898

Everything started when Cyrus, her ex lover, showed up at her house.

It was already a couple years since the siblings Joy and Tommy Collins lived alone. Their parents passed away from tuberculosis leaving their older daughter in the care of their small farm and her younger brother.

Joy had no choice but to become a mother for Tommy, doing everything possible so that they both would survive. Thomas' birth was welcome but unexpected news for the Collins. Joy was fourteen years old when the little one came into the world and even though in the moment it was already a reason for joy, now, nine years later she couldn’t imagine her life without helping him get on her mare every morning, fighting in the mud after a day of rain or singing him a lullaby at bedtime while stroking his copper curls.

The girl occasionally went to Valentine to sell or buy provisions and have a drink at the saloon, even spending a night with some attractive man every now and then. Sometimes she even yearned for some of the women who were hanging around, but she had never dared to speak to any of them. However, since the death of her parents, those night escapes had ended.

Her most recent lover had been Cyrus Kimble, the man who had knocked on her door that night. He was a tall fellow with sharp features and light blue eyes. His gaze had been kind at first but as soon as Joy started cutting her relationship with him, -partly because of her duties with the farm and Tommy, partly because she had begun to notice a certain possessiveness that she didn't like at all-, Cyrus started to show his true nature. When he saw her in Valentine he followed her, sometimes crying, other times demanding. Occasionally, like this time, he would show up at her farm begging her to come back with him.

However this night he didn’t beg. He pounded on the door, yelling for her to open it. Tommy had just finished braiding her long reddish hair when the banging began. With a tired grunt, Joy got up and opened the door reluctantly.

“What do you want, Cyrus? I’ve already told you-” A heavy silence formed as she realized she was being pointed at by a revolver. She looked him in the eye and he just stared back at her with an emotion she couldn’t identify. She swallowed hard. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to free you, Joy. You won’t have to take care of your farm or your brother. You can stay with me, nothing will stop you.” A smile formed on the man's face, more to himself than to her. He tugged on her arm and pulled her away from the door. “Guys!” he yelled, without letting go or stop aiming at her. Two men appeared in the dark and began to tie her hands. She didn't try to resist but took advantage of Cyrus's confidence at the moment to ram him with her shoulder, causing him to lose his balance and shoot up. Without losing time, she bit his ear. Quickly, Kimble's men pulled her away from him and pinned her to the ground, using the opportunity to tie her legs. Joy spat out Cyrus' blood as he gasped, being assisted by a third man.

“Damn whore!”

“Tommy! Tommy! Take Berry and run!” she screeched, trying to turn to look at her house, but a blow knocked her unconscious.

“Fuck… I'll carry her on my horse… Elijah, James, burn down the house and the barn, Jasper, be sure to kill the boy.”

Tommy had seen everything from the window of the house and as soon as he heard that he didn’t hesitate to run to the back door and go for Berry, his sister's mare.

“He ain’t here!” he heard Jasper say. “Of course he’s not idiot, he just ran out to the barn!” his partner replied. The boy didn’t even think about saddling, he climbed onto a stool, mounted Berry without any hesitation and left the barn riding at a gallop. He looked back and saw that at least one of them was following him. Panicking, he spurred the mare and got a little more ground, but it wasn’t long before his pursuer closed the distance and started shooting. Approaching the Little Creek river he could see a small camp on the other side.

“Help!” he yelled. “Help!” Four figures rose in alarm and at that moment a force outside him caused him to fall from the mount. A throbbing pain shot through his shoulder and his vision blurred as he watched Berry run away.

A few more shots and he heard a scream and a splash in the water. Someone in the distance managed to grab the mare by the bridles and reassure her. A man with slicked back black hair applied pressure to the wound.

“He’s a kid!” he exclaimed, without really addressing him. “"Hold on boy, you're going to get out of this. The bullet...” At that moment Tommy lost consciousness.

The light of dawn woke him up. Little by little the memories of that night came back to him and he sat up suddenly, disorientated. A scream escaped his lips as he felt a puncture in his left shoulder. Alarmed, he looked down to find it bandaged. Increasingly confused, he looked around, looking for any signs of the men who raided his house.

“Ah, you’re awake.” Commented a large man with a thick beard. “Dutch, the boy has woken up!” he exclaimed turning. A man dressed in an elegant red and black vest with gold chains hanging over it approached the bonfire where his enormous companion and another fellow –a guy with a scar on his chin that wouldn’t let his beard grow at that spot- were sitting around. Tommy recognized him then, he was the man who had picked him up when he fell from Berry. The memory of his mare made him react.

“Berry! Joy!” he tried to get up but the pain was too much.

“Easy, boy.” The man hurried over to him and helped him lie down again. “If you are worried about your mare: she is here, don’t worry. She didn’t go far and Javier managed to reassure her.” He put his hand to his forehead to take his temperature. “Dammit, he’s burning Arthur!”, the guy with the disparate beard nodded. “I’m on it.” He said as he got up with a cloth and approached the river. Dutch gestured to the one standing by the fire and he passed him a canteen for the boy to drink.

Tommy drank the water, grateful. It seemed like weeks since the last time he drank something.

“My… My sister…” he managed to say. “They took her. The men who were chasing me took my sister. It was Cyrus Kimble, he was always after her to go with him but Joy always rejected him. Last night he burned our house and ordered to kill me. I must find her sir, I don’t know what I will do without her.” A sob escaped his throat at the thought of what might have happened to his sister. The man scratched his chin with his hand, rings adorning his fingers.

“Boy, you’re in no condition to do that… you’re not even armed.”

“Help me sir, I beg you…” At that moment Arthur approached with the soaked cloth and placed it on the boy’s forehead. Meanwhile Dutch had fallen into a reflective silence. “Alright.” He answered at last. “Any idea where they may have taken her?”

“Thank you very much sir! I think Joy mentioned that he lived in a cabin around Wallace Station.”

“Arthur, go find Mr. Cyrus Kimbler. Take Javier with you. Bill and I will take the boy to camp, Miss Grimshaw will take better care of him than we do.”

The man got up and called Javier, a latino man who was standing guarda round the small camp where they had settled. They both got on their horses -a amber champagne Missouri Fox Trotter and a grey overo American Paint- and they went downriver.

Joy had woken up nauseated and with a metallic taste in the mouth. She still had the aftertaste of Cyrus's blood on her tongue, and the blow to her temple had taken its toll. Furthermore, it seemed that that bite had not been very funny for her captor, since he had gagged her while she was unconscious. When he realized she had woken up, the man approached her.

“Oh, Joy. Why did you have to make everything so difficult? You didn't want to speak… ” As he spoke, the girl analyzed where she was. She recognized Cyrus's room, in the cabin in which he lived. She was sitting on the bed. There was a candle on the nightstand, maybe if she got close she could burn the ropes.

He grabbed her neck and pulled up, forcing her to her feet awkwardly. The other hand caressed her cheek. “This could all have been different, honey. We could have been happy... But your brother had to meddle. Luckily, he won't bother us anymore.”

Anger boiled Joy's blood. She wanted to head butt him, but the movement only served to unbalance her and Cyrus's hand tightened on her throat.

It was then when they hard screams and gunshots. They both looked towards the door of the room, startled. Soon they stopped hearing it.

“Elijah! James! What happened?”

Silence.

“Elijah…?”

The door burst open and two men pointed their revolvers at them.

“Who are you?” he exclaimed furiously as he took out his own, pointing it alternately at each one. "What have you done to Elijah and James?"

"Your little friends have run away as soon as we've started shooting... Cyrus." replied the one closer, with brown hair and blue eyes.

“How do you know my name?”

“We only want the girl, her brother is looking for her. You can choose: you let her go or you die here.”

“What…? No! No, no, no! Never! Joy and I will be together forever! Forev-! What's that smell?” he turned, following the burning smell. The girl had taken advantage of the fact that he had released her neck to walk discreetly to small steps towards the nightstand and to burn enough the cords that tied her wrists so that they would break when trying to separate them. “No! Nooo!” he roared desperately, pouncing on her.

Without wasting time and trying not to lose her balance, she picked up the candle and stabbed it into his eye, pulling him back between squeals. The two men lowered their weapons, the latino whistled in surprise. She hastily removed the rag from her mouth and untied the ankle ties. She stepped over Cyrus and stood in front of her rescuers.

“It seems like you didn't need our help.” commented the brunette.

“Of course not.” the other agreed.

“Don't be silly, if you hadn't appeared he would have-”

“Watch out!” one of them exclaimed, while the other shot in her direction. Frightened, Joy closed her eyes expecting pain but instead she heard a body falling to the ground. She turned and saw Cyrus lying on the ground with a hole in his head. A chill ran down her spine, not because of his death, but because of what he could have done to her if he were still alive.

“It seems he didn't want to let you go, ese malnacido…” The latino pointed, putting his gun back.

“Miss…” his partner started, not knowing how to continue. She looked back at the corpse, still wondering what that man would have been able to do, before breathing in relief and responding.

“Joy Collins.”

“Miss Joy, I'm Arthur Morgan, this is Javier Escuella.” The man greeted with a nod. “We found your brother being chased by one of Mr. Kimble's friends on the banks of the Little Creek river. We managed to save him but a bullet hit him in the shoulder. We believe he will survive, but we have moved him to... our camp.”

"It's okay. I will go with you.”

#Javier Escuella/Reader #Javier Escuella x Reader #Javier Escuella/OC #Javier Escuella x OC #Red Dead Redemption 2 #RDR2 #Fanfic #My writing

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emichelle · 4 years

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My Only Wish

Maxwell x Erin

Warnings: language, I have a problem.

This is my entry for @leelee10898 12 Days of Christmas fics! We’re on Day 6 guys and gals!

My song was My Only Wish (This Year) - Britney Spears Merry Christmas everybody, hope you enjoy!!

Erin sat in the floor of her and Maxwell's bedroom, wrapping paper and bows littered the floor all around her. She had tape stuck to her legs and arms, a big red bow stuck on top of her head, singing Christmas songs as she wrapped presents.

“I want a hippopotamus for Christmas, only a hippopotamus will dooooo! Don't want a doll, no dinky tinker toy, I want a hippopotamus to play with and enjoy!”

She continued wrapping a train set up for Bartie with Thomas the Train wrapping paper, sticking a pretty blue bow on top. I've already got my own hippopotamus to play with and enjoy, smirking to herself as she grabbed the next gift to wrap. A bath set for Savannah, worst sister-in-law ever. She rolled her eyes, wrapping that up in some purple glitter foil paper, the kind you can't tear for anything, and a red bow. She doesn't get to have a matching bow. Snickering she slid it over to the pile of already wrapped gifts.

“Have a merry, merry, merry fricken Christmas! I must be on Santa Claus' shit list! The tree, the gifts, the mistletoe kiss! Shoot, me now, I'm sick of all my relatives!”

Sliding the next gift over for wrapping and smiling to herself. Red and gold Gryffindor pumps for Gen, you're welcome Rashad. All wrapped up in gift wrap with little Harry Paw-ter cats and topped with a golden bow. Next was Anitah's, she was going to love this. A pair of Gryffindor feety pajamas! These are so cute, I need to get me some but ya know...Ravenclaw. Wrapping those in the same Harry Paw-ter paper but topping it with a red bow. She slid both of those to the side and leaned back against the foot of the bed.

“Have a holly, jolly Christmas. And when you walk down the street, say hello to friends you know, and everyone you meet!”

“Well I better get back to work so I can get this done before Max gets home. I've still got to think of something for him.” Grabbing a big, squishy Amazon package she opened it revealing a super fluffy throw blanket with a raven on it. Those of wit and learning will always find their kind. Pam is going to love this! Happily wrapping it in the Harry Paw-ter paper and topping it with a blue bow. Alicia's was her last one to wrap today and she was super excited about this one! A whole crate of JJ's Caramel Apple Pies! She's going to flip, she loves these things. She grabbed the beautiful festive paper for this one, with little santas and snowmen on it, and topped it off with a green bow.

“We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January. This is our place, we make the rules. And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear. Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?”

“Dammit Alicia you got this song stuck in my head, I was trying to be festive. Well, that's everybody's for right now, but I really need to think of something for Max. He deserves the world, I've got to give him something special.” Just then she heard footsteps and the unmistakable sound of Maxwell singing to himself.

"Santa can you hear me? I have been so good this year"

Is he singing Britney Spears?

"And all I want is one thing, tell me my true love is near!"

Yep, that's definitely Britney bitch.

"She's all I want, just for me, underneath my Christmas tree. I'll be waiting here, Santa that's my only wish this year!"

Only wish huh?

The following day was Christmas Eve, they had both stayed busy gathering last minute gifts and having a video Christmas with her family back home.

"I'm gonna hop in the shower real quick babe, then we can watch Christmas movies if you want. I even got the stuff for hot chocolate!" He waggled his eyebrows as he smiled at her before heading to the bathroom.

I really want to join him in the shower...NO...mission HoHo is a go. No time for that! She jumped up, grabbing a bag from under her side of the bed and changing into the red lace and mesh babydoll with an open front, and a matching pair of red lace boy shorts. Sitting beside the tree she grabbed a bow and stuck it on top of her head, scrambling to finish as she heard the shower cut off.

Max walked back into the room, boxers slung low on his hips and his hair still slightly dripping. Why does he have to be so distracting right now? She subtly licked her lips and smiled when he turned to look at her, eyes widening at her outfit.

"Well what do we have here?" He quirked an eyebrow, smirking before approaching his wife, kneeling down in front of her.

"You said you wanted your true love under the Christmas tree, here we are!" She smirked, holding her arms out.

“I can’t believe you heard that!” He laughed, “This is the best gift I could’ve gotten babe.” placing his hand on her crossed leg and rubbing his thumb over her smooth skin.

“But this isn’t even the good part.” she smiled, hand reaching behind her back to pull something out and lay it across her protruding belly.

His eyes widened, a smile spreading across his face as he let out a small huffed laugh.

"No way...you were right?" He couldn't shake the smile from his face as his fingers traced the design. "This is beautiful."

"Just like she's going to be beautiful." His eyes finally met hers, so much love shining in them that her breath caught in her throat.

He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead, "I love you so much." Then leaned down to press a kiss against her belly, "and I love you so, so much little girl."

She placed her hands on his cheeks, running her thumbs across his cheekbones, leaning in to kiss him sweetly and whisper against his lips "Your girls love you so much more, daddy. Merry Christmas." This time it was him who leaned in to kiss her, slow and deep.

“I definitely got more than I could’ve ever wished for with you, and this is only the beginning.”

“You’re always gonna be my Christmas wish Max.”

Santa can you hear me? I have been so good this year And all I want is one thing Tell me my true love is near He's all I want, just for me Underneath my Christmas tree I'll be waiting here Santa that's my only wish this year

@hopefulmoonobject @allaboutchoices @zaffrenotes @cordoniantrash @burnsoslow @fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore @msjr0119 @texaskitten30 @janezillow @the-soot-sprite @mskaneko @blackcatkita @darley1101 @thecordoniandiaries @speedyoperarascalparty @ao719 @leelee10898 @cocomaxley @annekebbphotography @brightpinkpeppercorn @drakeandcamilleofvaltoria @theroyalweisme @alj4890 @bbrandy2002 @cordoniansgonewild @god-save-the-keen @debramcg1106 @dangerouseggseagleartisan @innerpostmentality @beardedoafdonutwagon @desiree-0816 @addictedtodrakefanfic @rainbowsinthestorm

#12 days of ficmas #Max x Erin #emichelle #cgw guest

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alj4890 · 5 years

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Pregnancy/Parent Request

(Thomas x Amanda) as requested by many who wanted to see these two in pregnancy and parenthood.

(Thomas Hunt x oc*Amanda) from the And Then I Met You storyline.

A/N These expereinces the cast of characters describe, I have experienced first hand 😂. Ah. Parenthood. This picks up right after Autograph ends.

Masterlist

@lxaah11 @alleksa16 @penguininapinktuxedo @blackcoffee85 @stopforamoment @fullbeaumonty @cocomaxley @darley1101 @hopefulmoonobject @krsnlove @littleblossom357 @annekebbphotography @gibbles82 @cora-nova @bella-ca @hopelessromantic1352. @sunflowergirl05 @desiree-0816 @greywitchyshots @lilyofchoices @emceesynonymroll @dr-nancy-house @pixieferry @lolablackwrites

Encouragment

"I can't wait to tell them we're pregnant." Amanda rested her head on Thomas's shoulder. His arm curved around her shoulders pulling her closer. He glanced out the window of their private plane and saw the early morning sun getting brighter.

"You should get some rest." He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “We won't be in Cordonia until early this evening."

She lifted her head up and reclined her seat. Thomas retrieved a pillow and blanket for her. He kissed her lips tenderly and covered her up before pulling the shade down over the window. He resumed his seat and tried to focus on his work rather than his wife's surprising news.

They had not been necessarily trying to get pregnant, yet they were also not doing anything to prevent it from happening. Amanda had been worried of going through another miscarriage and secretly he had feared it himself.

He wasn't sure when they eventually seemed to relax and not think about a baby, but it had been at least a year of simply enjoying their time together. Now, here they were. Pregnant. He had no doubt she would be a perfect mother. He as a father though...he didn't know. He had never pictured his life with a family of his own. He hadn't pictured himself married either. Now he couldn't imagine any other way to live. Perhaps the same way he moved into the niche of being Amanda's husband, he could easily fill that role as their child's father. That was his hope.

Amanda opened her eyes and noticed his frown as he sat staring at a blank sheet of paper. She reached over and took his hand. "Why don't you rest with me?"

He was startled from his thoughts by her touch and words. Thomas set his paper and pen back in his satchel and reclined next to her. She smiled and told him he needed a pillow. He got up to do as she said, knowing she wouldn't rest until he did. She pushed the armrest that divided their seats up and shared her blanket with him. He reached over and pulled her into a passionate kiss.

Her cheeks were pink as she looked up to make sure the staff were nowhere around. He chuckled and kissed her again. She smiled against his lips before laying her head on the pillow. He wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes.

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Many hours later at the Royal Palace of Cordonia...

"Liam! Are you milking a cow?! Bring me the sippy cup!" Riley yelled out. She paced back and forth with her eldest son, Emerick crying on her shoulder.

"LIAM!"

"I'm coming!" He rushed in and handed her the cup before picking up a screaming baby. Their newest son, Ellis, had been born three months earlier. He pulled his hand back when he felt the dampness on the back of his left shoulder.

"He's done it again. He somehow missed the diaper and peed over his shoulder again." Liam told her.

"Then change him!" Riley snapped. Trying to soothe the two year old banshee in her arms.

He narrowed his eyes at her before pulling the third pair of pjs off his son.

"How is he doing this?" Liam muttered.

In another corridor...

Maxwell laid in bed with a pillow over his face. His head was killing him and he was exhausted.

Nadia softly groaned as she pushed repeat on the toddler program.

"Babe, I can't listen to that voice again. We have to find Xavier a new show."

Nadia looked over at their eighteen month old that was squating and standing up repeatedly in his crib to the beat of the opening music.

"He loves it. Plus, I'm not the one who binged an entire season with him." She folded her arms and frowned at the body on the bed.

Maxwell tried to smother himself with the pillow and failed. He sat up and met his son's eyes that were as blue as his own. His smile even matched his down to the dimples. The dance moves were also unfortunately his too. "I'm reaping what I sowed. I annoyed too many people in my past and now it is all coming back with my own child."

Nadia stuck her nose up in the air. "I was a perfect child. My parents--"

"Told me you colored all over the walls and that they had to hide candy in the neighbor's house because you would climb the cabinets and counters to reach it." Maxwell finished.

"Oh! You....YOU--"She strangled on a frustrated sound before leaving the room.

"No! She took the remote!" Maxwell fell back as the show and song started all over again.

And down yet another corridor...

"Dammit Jackson! Be still!" Olivia covered her mouth when the two year old began to run naked around the room singing dammit to the tune of Jingle Bells. "Drake! Catch him!"

Drake jumped up and tried to catch the fresh from the tub toddler who was cursing louder with giggles. He was still wet and slipped out of his father's grasp.

Olivia was beginning her third trimester of pregnancy and placed a hand against her ribs when she felt what had to be a foot pressing against her lung. "Come on kid, give me a break." She muttered.

Drake gave up trying to catch him. "Jackson Walker! Get over here so we can put your pajamas on."

"No dammit! No pants! Dammit! No no no NO! Dammit!" He said giggling.

"He gets that from you." Drake said to Olivia.

"He does not!" She pressed her side harder and took a painful breath. "Your kids are killing me. Slowly from the inside out."

Drake folded his arms and began to give a speech. "We have to be firmer in keeping a routine. Traveling back and forth to the capital and Lythikos is throwing Jax off."

"No sh--" Olivia covered her mouth and her eyes widened as she saw what her son was doing.

"Great. You almost made it to where we had one more word to get him to stop saying." Drake turned around and let loose a string of expletives. Jackson Walker was standing there proudly, with a big smile, peeing directly into his father's favorite shoes.

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Amanda was smiling when she and Thomas walked into the drawing room where their closest friends were. It died on her lips at the expressions on their faces and topics of conversation.

"He peed in your shoes?" Liam asked. "At least you saw it. Ellis is Houdini with his ability to pee without his diaper or pants being wet. Just the back of his shoulder. If I didn't see it all the time, I wouldn't believe it."

"All the time? You usually take Emerick to get out of screaming baby duty!" Riley snapped, absolutely exhausted with parenthood.

"Asprin? Tylenol? Anything?! My head is going to implode." Maxwell glared at Nadia when she purposely hummed the song he had been stuck listening to over and over again.

Olivia breathed out and paced back and forth. "I think her foot is stuck in my rib cage. I--" she gasped then sat down. "I'm not getting pregnant again. Ever. Do you hear me?!"

"Of course I do." Drake replied dryly. "I didn't recognize your voice at first devoid of profanity."

Thomas and Amanda began to back out of the room when Nadia saw them. "Join us and rejoice at it being just the two of you."

"We don't have to do dinner tonight. It sounds like you have all had a --" Amanda began.

"I am eating with adults tonight." Riley stood and led the way to the dining room.

"Maybe we should leave." Thomas whispered.

"Maybe. Let's--"

"Get. In. Here." Drake yelled at them.

"Get in there." Amanda whispered to Thomas as they hurried to sit down at the end of the table.

Everyone ate silently with a few glares cast among all but one couple. Thomas reached over and took Amanda's hand, squeezing it in reassurance.

"Can you two act like normal people instead of that syrupy sweet crap?!" Olivia demanded.

Thomas tightened his grip on Amanda's hand when she started to pull away. "We have something to tell you." He announced

"Let me guess." Maxwell muttered. "You are going to some fabulous vacation spot to shoot a movie?"

"No." Amanda laced her fingers with her husband's. "I'm pregnant."

Everyone paused and stared. Thomas glanced at his wife and jumped when they all burst into excited squeals and words of congratulations. They rushed over with hugs and words of encouragement.

"Oh you are going to be the best parents!" Nadia exclaimed.

"There is nothing better in life than starting a family." Liam told them.

Olivia hugged her. She sniffed and wiped at her tears. "Sorry! Hormones. Being pregnant is the most extraordinary experience. You are going to love it!"

"I'm so happy for you!" Maxwell hugged Amanda and pulled a reluctant Thomas into it. "Group hug everyone!"

"Try and have another close behind the first. So cute to have them like stair steps." Riley said with a bright smile.

Drake leaned close to Amanda's ear. "Can you move or breathe?"

"No. Barely." She gasped at them all surrounding her and tightening their arms.

"Heh, you're experiencing what it's really like to have kids. Welcome to parenthood." He mumbled.

#choices trr #the royal romance #trr #choices #choices rcd #thomas hunt rcd #choices thomas hunt #thomas hunt x oc #thomas hunt x amanda #trr maxwell #maxwell x nadia #trr liam #choices liam x mc #liam x riley #olivia x drake #drake x olivia #trr drake #dralivia #trr olivia

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Jacob-Verse - The song Skye and Ward first danced to at their wedding. Go! In fact, give us the whole wedding in general. Or link me to the wedding. Whatever.

Here it is: the Skyeward Jacob Verse Wedding. If I tried to make this a full, coherent fic, it would literally never get finished. So instead, you get statements and snippets that add up to the entire event.It’s at their home in Tennessee. The SHIELD team flies out for it.

It’s in their backyard, at sunset.

Skye hadn’t wanted anything too fancy, but Ward still had a very traditional mindset from his Very Proper™ upbringing in Massachusetts. But mostly, he wanted to give her all the things she never had and never dared let herself dream about. So it’s a small ceremony, but white dress, suit, walking up the aisle, etc.

Skye’s dress was a strapless floor length dress, gathered at the bust, but flowing gently down. Almost Grecian style. She did opt against a veil though. Instead she had flowers in her hair (baby’s breath). And sandals. Because it was August in Tennessee and she wasn’t about to wear heels and trip and fall in this dress. Her bouquet was freesia and hydrangea.

Ward wore a black three piece suit with a cornflower blue tie. Skye tried to talk him into going more casual, but he stood firm. It was his wedding, he was wearing a suit. But at the reception, he did lose the jacket and rolled up his sleeves. The tie was gone by the end of the evening as well.

Jemma and Bobbi were bridesmaids and they wore white blouses with skirts that were the same blue as Ward’s tie. (Skye wouldn’t hear of getting them fancy dresses they’d never be able to wear again. The outfits were beautiful, but casual enough to both match the wedding and be worn again. Jemma wears her skirt often.) Their bouquets were similar to Skye’s but more white freesia, so the blue popped out.

Fitz and Trip were the groomsmen. Instead of full suits, they wore vests instead of jackets. Same tie as Ward though.

Coulson walked Skye down the aisle and gave her away. For as complicated as Ward’s relationship with the man had been, they had come to an understanding, and Ward knew it was what Skye wanted. Her dad wasn’t exactly an option anymore and despite Hunter’s offer, Coulson was the one she wanted in that role. (There may have been a few tears from him when she asked him. But he’ll never admit to it.)

The ceremony itself was short and sweet. They wrote their own vows and while they might have been a bit unconventional to others, they were perfect for Skye and Ward.

They both cried.

(So did Bobbi…. And May, but if you ever mention it, she will kill you. Seriously. You wonder why you’ve never heard about Agent MacIntyre? That’s why.)

The reception was at their house as well and it was a freaking awesome party. They had it catered by a local bbq place (and this is Tennessee, so you know it was good.) And the wedding cake was made by a bakery in town. It was small, mostly just for them to cut, but it had flowers on it and was chocolate cake inside. The desserts were actually cream puffs, because this bakery made THE MOST AMAZING CREAM PUFFS EVER and Skye picks up 2 dozen almost weekly.

Skye changed in a shorter dress partway through the event, because “No way in hell am I not going to dance all night, because this is my wedding dammit, and I want to have FUN, not be tripping over that beautiful gown all night.” Ward talked her out of the cowboy boots.

There were lanterns and fairy lights hung EVERYWHERE. The whole backyard basically glows and it is every bit as magical as Skye had hoped.

They had a rockin’ DJ who plays all sorts of music, but it’s all fun and upbeat, even when skipping through genres like Ward can do with languages.

Except their first dance.

That was an incredibly sappy, almost syrupy love song. It actually took them quite awhile to find the song they wanted, because they didn’t really have a song that was their song. So they were going through lists of songs and Skye was making fun of most of them for being waaaaay toooooo cheesy, but when that song got mentioned, she said, “I actually don’t hate that.” There were a few others that made it to the short list, but they hadn’t found *the one* yet. Then one night, they were driving back from somewhere in the truck, and that song just happened to come on the radio, and Ward looked over at a getting-sleepy Skye, and she was smiling and her eyes shining, and he just knew that was the song for them when she snuggled up against his arm and started humming along.

It’s “Breathe” by Faith Hill.

So they’re out on the dance floor, with eyes for only each other, and no one had ever seen either of them smile the way they are right now. It almost knocks you over how in love they are. Ward had never looked happier or softer that he did in that moment. Skye was the most grounded and secure she had ever been in her entire life. They both knew they belonged with the other and nothing would ever come between them again. It started out with them dancing normally, Skye’s hand on his shoulder, his on her hip, almost waltzing. Then he folded their clasped hands against his chest and pulled her closer, arm around her back. She was singing along softly with the song and he tucked his head down against hers and murmured how much he loved her. It was hands down the most romantic and magical moment of their lives. The rest of the night was a blast.

Bobbi took charge and made sure that they ate something. “You never eat at your own wedding, everyone says, and they’re right. But I’m not letting that happen to you, so SIT NOW. Everyone can wait for you to eat something before talking to you again.” Skye even managed to avoid getting bbq sauce on her dress. (Hunter got it on his shirt though…..)

When they cut the cake and Skye totally smashed it in Ward’s face. She was giggling like crazy until he smashed it back and then they were both laughing and kissing and it was adorable and gross at the same time.

They didn’t do the Father-Daughter, Mother-Son dances. Because, just, not.

The Chicken Dance may have played. And Trip may have been the most fantastic chicken ever. (And Fitz may have gotten it all on camera.)

Thomas was there and it meant everything to Ward. Thomas didn’t stay all night, but he was there for the ceremony, and some of the reception, and took a few months to genuinely congratulate his brother and new sister-in-law. He was a bit taken aback when Skye practically leaped at him to hug him, but he hugged her back.

Eventually the end of the night came and it was almost time to send them off.

“But you haven’t thrown the bouquet yet!” Jemma shrieked.

Skye laughed. “Okay then, let’s do that. Because I, for one, am anxious to get to this honeymoon thing everyone raves about,” she said waggling her eyebrows at Ward.

“Gross, Skye,” Fitz complained.

“Too bad, Leopold. It’s my wedding and I’m allowed to do that.” Skye stuck her tongue out at him.

All the single ladies gathered in the middle of the dance floor and Skye turned her back to them. She chucked it backwards and it landed perfectly in May’s hands. The look of utter shock and disgust on May’s face was almost the most memorable moment of the evening.

Next it was time for the garter. Because Skye had on a knee length dress, Ward didn’t exactly need to do the whole under-the-skirt thing (plus, he didn’t like an audience for stuff like that). So he just slipped it down her leg with his hands, then turned around to launch it to the waiting guys.

It hit Fitz in the face. He turned white. Then got this dopey, happy smile on his face and wore the thing like a tiara until he went to bed that night.

Jemma, Bobbi, and the rest of the team assured the happy couple that they’d made sure everything would get cleaned up properly and put back in order at the house. Congratulations, hugs, and well-wishes were exchanged and finally it was time to go.

Rather than throwing rice, they had opted for bubbles, and they were nearly coated in them as they ran out to the coat.

True to their word, no one had tied tin cans or anything ridiculous to the truck. But as they pulled away, a glowing “Just Married” showed up on the tailgate, courtesy of Fitz’s magic. It was, in all, the most perfect day ever.

#james is marvelous #jamie bear #headcanons with james #jacob verse #the skyeward wedding #I've had this in my heads for MONTHS #but haven't taken the time to write it down yet #so here it is #and it's my #11000th post

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