WELCOME TO THE SIDEBLOG GUYS!!!! Sorry I don't have a masterlist but this is the best I can do.
Who I write for
Top Gun Maverick-The Dagger Squad, Bob Floyd, Phoenix, Rooster, Coyote, Payback, Fanboy, Hangman etc.
Outer Range-Rhett Abbott
Bad Times At The El Royale-Miles Miller
Catch 22 (Hulu)-Major Major
The Testament Of Ann Lee-William Lee
Lefty/Righty-Righty
Cain Mutiny Court Marshall (2023)-Lt. Thomas Keefer
Riff Raff-Rocco Gauthier
Skincare-Jordan Weaver
Press Play-Harrison Knott
Thunderbolts-Robert Reynolds, Bucky Barns and the rest of the team (2012 Avengers and New Fantastic Four included)
Lessons In Chemistry-Calvin Evans
Remarkably Bright Creatures-Cameron Cassmore
911 (ABC)- Eddie Diaz, Evan Buckley
Warfare (2024)- Frank, Sam, Elliot etc.
Yellowstone- Rip Wheeler, Kayce Dutton
WHAT I REFUSE TO WRITE
I refuse, under any circumstance to write the following.......
Sexual assault and abuse, self harm, major character death, death of a child or child characters, dark versions of characters, underage characters, abuse of minors etc. IF ANYBODY REQUESTS THESE THEY WILL BE BLOCKED.
Also.......I WILL NOT WRITE FOR OWEN TAYLOR IN THE STARLING GIRL!!!! Again, if you request Owen you will automatically be blocked.
MINORS WHO TRY REQUESTING ANYTHING, YA'LL HAVE BEEN WARNED TOO!!! DO NOT COME WITHIN FIVE MILES OF THIS BLOG!!!!!!
Life At The Lake House Headcannons (Sentry x Reader)
Warnings: Parenthood
You and Bob have really taken to living your lives together in a more rural area. New York City was a great run but you, Bob and the team were definitely ready for a slower pace of life
Once you guys had really settled in, Thor was one of the first people to introduce you to the rural life
He's got a little mini farm that he and Jane run together, cows, chickens and the like, but their pride and joy are the two huge goats that pull his chariot whenever he goes home to Asgard. They're so docile and patient with the nieces and nephews and in the winter, they always wanna snuggle with the goats because they're so shaggy and warm
The nearest town is only 20 or so minutes away so it's very easy to get to. You and Bob have to make frequent Tractor Supply Store runs for animal feed and tools
Which culminated with you and Bob inadvertently getting a group of runty little chicks that no one else would take. You took them home and raised them. Normie's herding instincts kicked in pretty quickly and every night he's in charge of herding the chickens into their little A-Frame coop
Clint, Sam and Joaquin take the kiddos bow fishing at least once a week during the summer. Bow fishing is great and all but all three of'em get scared when they learn how to noodle for bullhead catfish
The cutest thing you and Bob ever saw though? The day the nieces and nephews when into town with their parents and bought their first little cowboy/cowgirl boots at the Boot Barn
Sooooo many tiny little pairs of boots!!!!!!
Steve Rogers and his wife Beth, got their son Austin a tiny little pair of boots that had Steve's shield on them. Little man didn't wanna take them off and would stomp around in the barn with'em. Johnny Storm and Yelena got Franklin a pair with a lightning bolt on them as a birthday present. Morgan Stark's even had sunflowers and a little bumblebee on hers
Bob took to the farming at Thor's place almost instantly. It's also helped alot with his mental health and very, very quickly became his go-to therapy practices. The only thing he kinda gagged at was having to trim the cow hooves (believe me that shit's gross, nasty work but absolutely necessary)
He even learned how to sheer the sheep. Him, Walker, Bucky, Steve, Johnny and Joaquin will have competitions to see how many sheep they can sheer in under an hour. You and Bob wound up with so much wool, you figured that you'd sell some of it at a local farm store after you and Bob had carded it all
The goats and the cows follow him like a shadow and it's hilarious to watch. One of the big horned stud goats has become Bob's personal watch critter
Adopting Yet Another Pet With Rhett Abbott Headcannons (Rhett Abbott x Reader)
Rhett attracts new pets like a fucking magnet
So imagine the look you gave him when he brough home a six week old black german shepherd puppy
Poor baby was found outside the Handsome Gambler wandering around and Rhett immediately scooped him up because he'd be damned if the little guy was going to the shelter or the pound
The first thing you guys did was head straight to the country store and market to get him a chew toy and a little cuddle buddy. He personally picked out a little rope and a soft little teddy with crinkly material inside of it. You and Rhett however decided to spoil the little guy by getting him an extra toy which was a pig that made oinking noises
Nellie, your border collie, basically became his big sister. You and Rhett have caught her carrying him back to bed a few times
He LOVES his little bear and he'll carry it everywhere with him. The best part too is he's always very careful with it and will plop it right in Rhett's lap
You two named him Shadow because he follows Rhett and Royal to wherever he sees fit
Shadow is exceptionally good with the cats. Some days he'll just stare at'em and mind his own business
Best snuggle buddy ever
You and Rhett let him practice herding the chickens and Shadow is a natural. Later on you turn him and Nellie loose in the sheep paddock and they both work their way up to the cows
He's also Rhett's travel buddy on little day trips to the market
And the best companion you two could have ever asked for
Summary: You and Robert get word that your dream home in the Avengers village is ready for you to move into
Warnings: Moving, anxiety surrounding a new home etc.
Notes: Sequel to "Move In Day"
Bob hung up the phone and sighed deeply. A whole mix of emotions had begun to well within him, happy, excited, sad and nervous all at once. He didn't know what to think. Only that the one thing that you and him had waited on for two years had finally come to fruition.
He got the new house.
He heard Normie yip and rocket right out of his little swinging hammock, his tags jangling as you opened the door and dropped your keys into the dish. Right away, you noticed the look on Bob's face and knew that he had some form of news for you.
"Baby?" you asked worriedly. "You ok?"
Bob nodded, his tongue poking slightly from between his lips. "I got us the house," he croaked.
You were in shock and disbelief when the words hit you. For two years you and the rest of the team had talked about joining the rest of the Avengers in their newly built little community on a huge lake in Montana, but never did you and Bob imagine that it could've come true.
"So we're........we're moving?" you asked him, your voice breaking as the tears began to well in your eyes.
Bob nodded again.
You couldn't help but break down and sob, even as he drew you into his arms. You had gotten so used to the Avenger tower that you weren't so sure if you and Bob would ever leave.
"Bob I don't........I don't know what to do," you sobbed.
"Shhh, sweetie pie, it's alright," Bob assured you, his hands running comfortingly up and down your back as he held you. "It's alright I promise."
"How do you know?" you asked him again. "How do you know what's gonna happen?"
Bob lifted your chin so that your eyes met. "Because I know that's where we're meant to be.......together........in a place where we don't have to worry about noise or chaos. A place where you and I can be ourselves........maybe have a little farm or something."
The thought of it sounded tempting. You knew that New York City was getting to be too much for everyone, the noise, the chaos, the fast pace. You and Bob yearned for something more, something that the two of you could build from the ground up.
Something that screamed you.......you and him.......together.
"When do we go?" you asked, wiping away a few stray tears.
"Gotta pack up and be out there by the end of the month," Bob told you.
"Ok," you whispered. "Ok."
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Packing was so much easier said than done.
You found that out the following day when Bob had notified the team and they too had begun to pack up whatever belongings they had.
Yelena had packed away all her grandmother's china and all the family photos of her and Natasha when they were little. You had rarely ever seen Yelena cry, but when she started rolling up the picture frames in the newspaper, she cracked.
John was another one who didn't get misty eyed too often, but upon seeing the door with all the recorded heights of the nieces and nephews and their dates, he had begun to shed a few. The last thing you saw him do was mark JJ's height as Olivia held him, he himself sniffing a little and wiping away the stray droplets that ran down his bearded cheek.
You and John couldn't help but notice the sad looks on Ava's and Bucky's faces, the two of them hesitant about packing what little they had. Time and again you heard Ava muttering "I can't do this," as she pinched the bridge of her nose.
But the hardest had probably been you and Bob packing the belongings in your shared bedroom. Every last book on your bookshelves, every last painting you two had done together, every single board game and lego set had to go into the cardboard packing boxes and the plastic totes. All the stuffies that you and Bob had collected over the years together went into their own boxes and bins to be loaded on the UHauls.
Bob could feel the tears welling in his eyes as he quietly and carefully packed away the soft and cuddly looking little bear he had gotten you as a birthday present. Curly fur, a sweet little smiling face with a little patch and stitch details, his foot reading "nobody's perfect" in little brick red embroidery. Bob pressed a little kiss to the bear's forehead before he tucked him safely away in your canvas tote bag.
You heard him sniff loudly a moment, a quiet cry catching in his throat as you turned around.
"Bob?"
You calmly approached and when you saw what was in Bob's hands, you understood. Framed and carefully folded into a neat and immaculate triangle, was the folded flag that had belonged to Bob's grandpa, Teddy Reynolds. Right beside it was the wedding photo of Bob's grandparents, the sticker on the back reading "Mimi and Pop Pop, wedding day, July 4th, 1965".
Bob pulled you in close to him and kissed your forehead before you helped him carefully pack the precious items away. You went about your task, packing and taping up the boxes until there was nothing left but the dustspecks in the corner.
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The road out was a tricky one.
You and Bob headed out as soon as you could, the last of your things having been loaded up in the truck just mere moments before. Normie jumped right into the backseat with his favorite chew toy before Bob closed up the tailgate, the UHaul trailer attached securely to the hitch. Before you knew it, you were pulling away from New York City and heading west.
Bucky and the others were right behind you, their own vehicles following as best they could. You and Bob only glanced in the rearview mirror once when Manhattan was well enough in the distance. All you both saw was the skyline and the 9/11 memorial buildings silhouetted against the burning sunset.
New Jersey hadn't been horrible, but for you and Bob, driving across Pennsylvania in the dark had taken forever. By morning, the two of you as well as the gang, had no choice but to check into a hotel for two nights in order to get some rest.
Everyone had awoken at 3am to get on the road and out of Ohio before the traffic got bad. Cup after cup of coffee had fueled you and Bob for a good couple of hours, getting you up and through the lower half of Michigan.
Minnesota had been interesting with all of you having seen a few tourist attractions but as soon as everyone hit the Dakotas, you all were well and truly done. Everyone, even Bob was wretchedly cranky. As soon as you had a chance, you pulled over at the closest rest stop, but surprisingly, all that crankiness had been attributed to nothing more than the need to pee.
On the road again and once the sun had set, you had at last reached the state of Montana. It would still be a bit of a drive, but you and Bob were pleasantly surprised to find that numerous Avengers had called to check in and see where everyone was. You laughed a little bit when Quill and Gammora had called, the chatter of their two kids clear as day in the background.
After what felt like forever, you finally reached the place, only a fifteen minute drive outside of Bozeman and far enough out of the way where you and the rest of the gang had complete and total privacy.
You and Bob pulled into the driveway of the lake house, finally able to get a few necessities out of the truck and inside. You glanced at the dashboard clock in the truck, the digital clock reading at least 12:45 in the morning. Outside it was completely dark with only the sodium lights above the garage door and the incessant chirping of the peepers in the lake.
"Alright baby, I've got the air mattress," Bob announced.
You followed him into the house with just a few bedsheets, pillows, a comforter and Normie's dog bed. But when Bob unlocked the door, you were totally taken aback by how beautiful everything was, the walls a soft and creamy yellow beige while the soft carpets were a pleasant shade of tan.
Bob blew up the thick air mattress and you helped him fit the sheets on before the thick comforter and your pillows. Bob turned on the mini splits to keep the place cool before you both snuggled into each other, falling asleep as soon as your heads hit the pillows. Normie jumped up and nested himself at the foot of the bed, the poor pup exhausted from the long haul. In other houses, the gang was slowly settling in, all of them looking forward to a new adventure and a new day.
Salem's Lot 4th Of July Headcannons (Ben Mears x Reader)
When the 4th of July hits the coven goes ALL OUT
Matt Burke, Mike Ryerson, Hank Peters and Royal Snow all purposely drive to New Hampshire every year to go get fireworks. The storeowners have given them weird looks when they buy like $1,000 dollars worth of fireworks every year. Amazingly, they never get caught
Mabel and Eva are in charge of the baked goods every year. Cookies, candies, cakes, pies and others fill up the dessert table every year and the kitchen smells so good
Beth makes her grandma's baked beans every year. It takes like 3 days to make them but they are the absolute best
So much smoked and barbecued meat. When everybody gathers at the house every year, nobody can get enough of it
Nolly and Pauline know a local fisherman who brings all kinds of crabs, clams, lobsters and shrimp for seafood boils. Beth and Frank not only bring the baked beans and the blueberry products from their farm store, but they also bring a fuck ton of corn for the seafood boils
You and Ben will make Aunt Cindy and Uncle Sean's special bbq rubs and sauces and no one can get enough of them. Everybody asks for a bottle or a jar to take home with them along with Aunt Cindy's bourbon pecan pie
Mrs. Mayberry and Eva Miller are in charge of the decorations on the house every year. Sometimes there's a few fiascos involved but they've both come to the agreement that nothing has to be perfect
Fr. Callahan is the unofficial pitmaster who gladly teaches the younger crowd how to do things
The kids always have a blast in the pool. You and Ben have had to break up the shenanigans a few times but thankfully nobody gets hurt
Mark's treehouse becomes the home base for waterballoon fights. A few people have been on the receiving end but it's still funny
Everyone is in absolute awe of the fireworks when they go off. Baby Randy always gets excited when he hears the big booms
Summary: Summers in Maine are always a blast and you couldn't think of anyone better to spend it with
Warnings: Parenthood, slightly feral children, heat waves etc.
You and Ben trudged through Frank and Beth's blueberry fields, picking away at the branches and putting the fattest, juiciest ones into the tin pails, the berries falling in with a little *PLUNK!*. Mark and the rest of his fellow Goonies moved all over the place, not caring which bushes were picked clean and which ones still had clusters of the sweet fruit on them.
"Momma, Dada lookit, I gotta boo-berry!" Randy chirped.
"Nice job Randy!" you exclaimed happily. "Why don't you go find some more? We need alot to make pies and muffins."
Ben laughed a little as he stuck Randy's little Red Sox baseball cap back on his head before he ran off to go and collect more.
"S'fuckin hot out," Ben sighed, wiping the sweat of his brow with his arm.
"You wanna go home soon?" you asked him.
"Nah, I can go a little longer," he answered. "I need a break from writing anyways. This new book will be the death of me."
You couldn't have agreed more. Though Ben's last book had done exceptionally well, you knew deep down that he needed a bit of a break.
So far the summer had been one of the best you, Ben and the coven had experienced so far. Hot days at the lake, backyard picnics, endless hours in the backyard pool, Mark and the neighborhood kids being out till the streetlamps came on, all of it had given you and Ben a deep sense of satisfaction and peace that not even the richest men could possibly buy.
You and Ben picked and picked and picked away, your buckets barely half full as the rest of the kids had the time of their lives. Randy's bucket however was a little more empty than usual, his face stained with the purple juice.
A cool breeze came rolling down the hill some moments later, cooling the blueberry fields from the intense summer heat. You and Ben shared a few laughs, helping Randy to fill up his pail until he couldn't carry it. When you had all loaded up and returned home, you and Ben put the blueberries in the pantry and set about to baking, knowing there would be hungry mouths returning home later.
"Muffins are for the morning and then the pie for dessert tonight," you told him.
He hummed happily, holding you as though you were the most precious thing in the world to him. "Should we go again next week?" he asked.
"If you're not opposed to it," you answered.
Ben kissed you sweetly and you gladly returned the kiss, the both of you looking forward to it immensely.
There's Gonna Be Fireworks (Cameron Cassmore x Reader)
Warnings: 4th of July craziness, picnic planning chaos, Cameron and a few friends joking about setting off fireworks etc.
Notes: Sorry this one and the Ben Mears headcannons I'm working on are so late. It's been crazy chaos lately but a very happy belated 250th to the USA
"Ok now, I'm gonna leave this to you because I have to check on that cake and see if it's setting right," Tova said, hurrying about the kitchen.
She handed you a little recipe card from the little box, its border decorated with an old school floral pattern and the ink of the recipe having been traced and retraced for decades. When you saw what it was, your jaw half dropped.
Her gram's Swedish meatballs.
"You really want me to try making it?" you chuckled.
"Honey would I have handed it to you if I didn't trust you?" Tova half laughed as she poked the half baked cake batter with a toothpick. "Damn......that's still gooey in the center."
"Tova this is a treasured family heirloom," you insisted.
"Sweetie pie, it's a recipe card, not the keys to a Lamborghini," Tova joked. "Besides, you, Cameron and the Knitwits are the only ones who know my grandmother's recipe."
You laughed a little bit. Only a few people on the face of the earth would know the secrets that Tova Sullivan had kept in her kitchen.
The screen door opened a second later and Cameron poked his head in, the black barbecue pit gloves still on his hands along with a black apron.
"Hey Tova, burgers still in the fridge?" He called from the door. "Ethan's almost out and the big stuff's still smokin."
"Top shelf Cam, make it quick, cold air's getting out."
You opened the door for your husband and handed him the giant pack of thick hamburgers, he himself kissing your cheek quickly before hurrying out the door.
You couldn't have been happier to see so many people gathered at the house and having a good time. It seemed like almost half of Sowell Bay had shown up, Ethan's entire family, the Knitwits and their gaggle of relatives, most of Tova's extended family as well as numerous community members. Her yearly 4th of July picnics had become the talk of everyone in town, including many of the aquarium workers.
"Ok now what you wanna do is you wanna make sure there's a good beef to pork ratio," Tova explained as you set to helping her. "Same goes for the ones in spaghetti."
You followed her instructions carefully, making sure that every little bit of the recipe was followed to a tee. The only interruptions you had were of people popping in and out to use the bathroom, Mary Ann, Barb and Joan coming in to ask if anyone needed help and Cameron if he and the others ran out of hamburgers or hot dogs.
When the meatballs were done and in the crockpot, the scent of them slow cooking began to fill the house, wafting through the room and out the windows. The crockpot was immediately brought to the food tables by Barb, leaving you and Tova to finish off one of the desserts.
"Alright I think the cakes are ready for assembling," Tova remarked, finally able to take the pans of fully baked layers out of the oven.
"What might we be making now?" you asked.
"Oh just a little something with a twist," Tova answered. "Another of gram's genius inventions after her and my parents came here. Mind getting the jam out of the fridge?"
Your eyes widened when you realized what your grandmother-in-law was making. Every year at special occasions she made her famous princess cake, Christmas, Easter and 4th of July. You and Cameron were fiends for it.
Once more, under Tova's careful tutelage, you two assembled and put together the cakes, decorating them with a few little red, white and blue stars and a little rose on the top. Out to the table they went, a few eyes from the guests unable to take their eyes off of it.
Over to the BBQ station you went where Cam and Ethan were already on their second round of beers and waiting on the briskets. The smoker smelled so good, the savory meats inside having slow cooked most of the morning.
Cam removed his mitts and pulled you in for a hug and a kiss. "Gram make her princess cakes for the dessert table again?"
You nodded happily.
Cameron groaned at the thought.
"You'll probably need more beer later," you remarked, noticing how tired he seemed.
"Beer and a nap before the fireworks tonight," Cameron answered. "I guess Mary Ann's sons brought a few down from Tacoma."
"Just don't get too loaded before you do it."
"Yeah not a good idea," Cameron added. "I remember last year a buddy of mine thought it was a good idea to pound back a few beers and he tried to light a fart on fire before the screamers went off."
A huge guffaw tore from your throat. You couldn't believe somebody would be that stupid.
On it went, a day that was as perfect as any could possibly be. Not a single person had gone hungry that day and when you and Cameron had climbed up to the roof to watch the fireworks that night, you snuggled into each other, happy as could be on one of your favorite days of the year.
Celebrating the 4th with Bob and the Daggers (Bob Floyd x Reader)
Warnings: Parenthood, holiday shenanigans, some World Cup shenanigans etc.
You and Bob do a MASSIVE picnic every year on the 4th, but this year's was extra special
For one thing, you guys had made a ton of friends who were visiting the US for the World Cup and decided that the best way to have fun was to extend the invitation
Jake, being from Texas, is the master at the art of barbecue. Briskets, burgers, ribs, prime rib, he's done it all and has the best rubs and sauces for it. He also had a long distance friend visiting from South Korea and the two of them developed what is quite possibly the most evil level of spicy barbecue sauce in existence (lol)
Coyote had some extended family members travel up to the states from Brazil. His uncle not only helped Jake work the BBQ pits, but he also taught some of the older kids the best moves for the soccer fields
Natasha and her grandpa Earl made a huge flag banner that had all the names of both former and active duty family members and friends. There was even a table at the other end of the pavillion where everyone was allowed to bring a photo of family or friends who served and it was dubbed "the memorial table"
You and Bob did SO MUCH COOKING in the days leading up to it. His Meemaw and his mom had helped you guys out with all the side dishes and the dessert table had every kind of cookie, candy, cake and pie you guys could think up
Payback and Fanboy got the bright idea to have a bunch of people go up on the roof of The Hard Deck and do the YMCA dance. That was yours and Bob's first time doing it and you had never had so much fun
Tons and tons of water fights between the kids. It was so hot that everybody was either having squirt gun fights, water balloon fights or were taking a dive in the ocean to cool off
Soooooo many flyovers from the Navy base that day, all the kiddos were jumping up and down with excitement
Many of your friends who were visiting from Germany and Scotland made sure to bring extra beer. They never forgot when Penny ran out and had to make an emergency beer run (lol)
A few of your friends who were visiting from Japan had gifted Penny and Mav with a handmade flag to hang outside the door of the bar. Bob knew one of them from training exercise and made sure to give him and his wife a little something in return
Everybody was dancing to some of the best music in existence, country, 70s, 80s, 90s and early 2000s throwback tunes. By the end of the night, everybody knew the words to "Watermelon Crawl"
AMAZING FIREWORKS DISPLAYS!!!!! Not one person left there without being awed
Traveling With Rhett Abbott Headcannons (Rhett Abbott x Reader)
Warnings: Even more World Cup shenanigans, Rhett having the time of his life and experiencing a massive soccer/football game, eating your way through the cities with your new friends, meat sweats etc.
You and Rhett had decided to take a little vacation, but it turned into alot more than you guys bargained for
For one thing you definitely weren't counting on there being a ton of people from all across the world, gathered en masse in one place
But oh did the two of you make some amazing friends there
You two met four brothers from the UK who had never been to a Cracker Barrel before. It was still pretty early in the morning so the two of you decided to buy'em breakfast and it turned out to be the best morning ever. Rhett even signed their jerseys after they found out he used to be a bull rider
You two stopped at a Buc-ee's to fill up the truck and had a little fun with a group of guys who were on their millionth free refill. It turned into a full on tailgating event
You guys got the opportunity to party a little with the Tartan Army. Rhett wore a kilt........the traditional way 🤭🤭🤭🤭
You guys wound up in the middle of a block party with Brazil and France. So much dancing (lol).
So much BBQ too, you, Rhett and a whole bunch of your new friends ran off to a BBQ place and had to try all the brisket, ribs, steak and all the good stuff on the menu which resulted in a slight little case of the meat sweats later
You and Rhett also sent a ton of videos and pics to Roy and Cece of you guys having the time of your lives with your newfound friends. So many in fact that alot of them have already wound up in your travel scrapbooks
Summary: With fans and athletes celebrating the World Cup, you, Bob and the Daggers eagerly join in, but were completely not expecting who else would show up in your midst.
Warnings: Cuteness overload, tons of fun with the World Cup fans, epic march with the Scots through Mirimar etc.
You, Bob and the Daggers were so incredibly lucky. Not only was the 4th of July fast approaching but the full swing of the World Cup had descended fully on both San Diego and all of Fightertown.
You screeched a little bit when Bob walked out of the men's room wearing not only a Scotland jersey but a kilt woven with his family's clan colors. A few of the men at the bar cheered and clapped him on the shoulder, but you couldn't deny how fucking hot Bob looked in a kilt.
"Oh m'boy yer definitely gonna git lucky tonight," one of the guys chortled. "Lookit, the poor lass is already blushin!"
"Jaime shut it!" you giggled.
Bob laughed a little and took you by the hand, pulling you in for a kiss while the barflies oohed and laughed.
"Holy shit, who knew this would feel so fucking good!" Jake exclaimed as he strode out.
You, Bob and Rachel all screeched at the same time, laughing as Jake did his little runway walk into the bar. The ladies and gents at the bar laughed, hooted and hollered while a few wolf whistles flew around.
"Lookin fabulous as ever," Rachel chuckled as he drew her in.
Payback, Coyote and Fanboy emerged sometime later in theirs with Natasha being the last of the ladies to finish up.
"Dude this feels so weird," Mickey laughed. "I was not expecting it to be this breezy."
"I dunno I kinda like it," Jake said, teasingly wiggling his eyebrows at Rachel who playfully slapped him on the chest.
The noise in the bar had reached its fever pitch when your friend, Jaime Livingston rang the ship's bell and Penny and Mav called for silence.
"Alright ye brain dead eedjits!" Jaime announced. "Out to the parkin lot!"
You, Bob and the others thought it a little odd but when you heard what came next, you were both hit with the realization of what was coming.
When you and the others emerged out into the approaching evening light to see a massive wave of the Tartan Army approaching along with the familiar music of the bagpipes blaring.
"Shall we my sweet?" Bob asked.
"Absolutely," you answered happily.
Bob took you on his arm just as Jake had done for Rachel. The Daggers and the rest of the spouses joined the crowds with Penny, Mav joined by Cyclone and his wife.
Up the streets and through Fightertown the massive crowd marched, the pipes and drums filling the air. But it wasn't just the Scots who marched with you, fans of other teams, Japan, Norway, Britain, Morocco, Brazil, Ghana, Haiti and so many others had come to join. Crowds gathered on the sides of the roads and streets to welcome them all into San Diego. Local police and firefighters had also joined, the sirens chirping to clear a path on the roads.
You and Bob looked over, noticing a strange sight that you weren't sure was real. For a split second you thought you had seen a mallard duck, his mate and their twelve little ducklings behind them in a row, the mallard and the female both wearing Scottish flag capes fit perfectly for them.
It wasn't long before everyone caught sight of it, taking videos and pictures of the adorable sight and who they were also behind. Jake and Rachel laughed when they saw the ducks following close by. But you and Bob were sure that these were your best memories of the year so far.
Summary: You, Bob and the Daggers have all gathered at The Hard Deck to celebrate the World Cup in all its glory. Fans from all across the world have convened en masse to the small little beach bar and Penny and Mav are making an absolute killing. There's just one problem......Penny ran out of beer.
Warnings: Craziness, hilarity, shenanigans and antics
Notes: May or may not be inspired by the fact that Scotland drank Boston dry 🤣🤣🤣🤣
The Hard Deck was completely packed. No one, not even yourself had expected everybody to be elbows to assholes on top of each other, spilling both out of the bar and onto the beach. But despite the chaos, you and your family were as happy as could be and so were the patrons.
You guys were shocked beyond words how many people had showed up. All kinds of people from every known corner of the world had descended en masse to the small Navy bar, every jersey a different color, pattern and reflection of where they had come from.
You had just gone out for a split second to get some air when Bob came barreling out, looking like a kid in a candy store with a huge grin on his face.
"Babe!" he shouted excitedly. "You've gotta get back in here, the guys from Norway are doing the Viking row on the bar!"
You weren't about to miss this. Turning on your heels, you followed Bob as fast as you could into the bar where sure enough the Norway fans made like they were rowing on the bar. Mav, Jimmy and a few others were laughing their asses off as they cheered them on, while Penny had whipped her phone out to take a video. The guys all motioned for you, Bob and anyone else who wanted to join and join you did. You two rowed for your lives, laughing and having an absolute blast.
Thankfully as the afternoon gave way to sunset, no one had gotten too rowdy, but plenty of shenanigans had ensued. You and a few other fans from Britain and Ghana were going through the photos and videos when Penny tapped you on the shoulder.
"We are completely out of beer," she told you.
"What?!" you exclaimed.
Penny nodded. "Can't get ahold of the delivery guy either. I don't know what we're gonna do."
You had an idea but perhaps it probably wasn't the best one. "I know what we've gotta do," you told her.
You gathered up Natasha and the other Dagger wives, climbing up onto the bar. You fitted your fingers into your mouth and gave a shrill whistle that had the entire bar silent in two seconds flat.
"Dagger Squad men ya'll are needed outside in the parking lot!" you announced loudly. "Go see Rachel, Veronica and Natasha for details!"
You and the girls all met your husbands in the parking lot and gave them the rundown of what was needed. Sure they didn't mind, but you knew that the chance of more shenanigans ensuing was particularly high.
"Just get whatever kegs you can get from the brewery and bring'em right back," you explained. "Penny's gonna try and put in an order for tomorrow but we've gotta make sure the taps stay full."
"Got it," Bob said, placing a sweet little kiss on your lips.
"And please, do not drink the beer before you get here," Rachel reminded Jake.
"Can't make any promises my gorgeous," Jake teased.
You and the other wives watched as Bob, Payback, Coyote, Rooster, Fanboy and Natasha's husband all piled into Bob's truck and took off, hooting and hollering as though they had never left the bar.
"How much do you wanna bet they come back with empty kegs?" Natasha joked.
"Don't place your bets yet," you chuckled.
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After what felt like the longest 30 minutes of your life, the sound of a car horn outside soon had the same effect of quieting the bar. Everyone filed out of the doors, a few climbing out the windows if the doors were packed. You and the other wives tried so hard not to laugh when you saw your husbands all with the kegs in the bed of the truck, hockey and lacrosse sticks in their hands shrieking like a bunch of Tusken Raiders.
The bar patrons cheered loudly, clapping the men on the back and helping Penny and Mav to bring the kegs in. You and Bob walked back in, hand in hand and ready to enjoy a night that was still young.
Summary: You've had one hell of a day and need some softness from your husband
Warnings: Mentions of forgetfulness, confusion, messaging mixups etc.
You felt terrible as you closed the front door of the house, hanging your bag up on the coathook. Everything felt weighed down and heavier than it had ever felt in your life. The back of your head, neck and shoulders ached like hell and you wanted to cry.......so, so badly.
You flopped right on the couch with Minty, your tuxedo cat, meowing and slithering her way up your leg and down into the crook of your arm. Her meowing broke you right then and there, the tears flowing and a racking sob tearing its way from your lips.
"Sweetie?"
You barely noticed the soft voice of your husband as he came into the living room, still in his flight suit, shoes having been kicked off at the door and a worried look on his face as he knelt beside you, gently scratching the back of your neck.
"Sweetie pie look at me," Bob murmured. "Look at me."
You lifted your head, your eyes stung red from the tears that stained your face. Bob looked so soft in the light of the living room that you were at a loss for words.
"B.....Bob.....I......I don't know what I'm doing," you squeaked.
"What happened sweetheart?" he asked again, brushing a lock of stray hair from your face.
"Everything," you sniffed, wiping away the snot and tears that had soaked your sleeve. "I had a meeting I missed, I forgot my lunch, I forgot a stupid piece of paper in the truck.......I forgot the dogs had a vet appointment while I was at work......."
Bob helped you sit up and wheedled his way in beside you. "We all do it sweetpea," he said assuringly. "Believe me I did it today too."
"You did?" you asked him.
Bob nodded. "I was supposed to meet with Cyclone twice this week and completely forgot," he explained.
"Oh God," you croaked.
You snuggled in closer to Bob, grateful for his presence and shared sentiment. "Whoever said being human was easy was full of shit," you joked.
A hearty guffaw tore from Bob's throat, his whole body moving as he laughed. "Well," he said. "I guess it's true."
You both leaned in and kissed each other, sweetly but no less full of passion. You could taste the faint traces of peppermint and his morning coffee still on his breath, the smell of Bob's cologne and aftershave wafting into your nostrils.
"Just let it go sweetheart," he whispered. "I know it's easier said than done, but we'll fix what we can fix and move onto the next thing."
"Ok," you agreed, your voice quiet but no less confident than before.
As soon as you had a chance, Bob began helping with the dinner preparations, pulling some freshly grilled fish off the deck grill and plating it with a good helping of green salad on the side. Once dinner was done, eaten and the dishes loaded into the dishwasher, the two of you showered together and crawled into bed, hoping to get a good night's sleep. But Bob had always been certain on one thing. That tomorrow would always be better through fresh eyes.
Summary: You and Bob are in charge of watching JJ while John and Olivia are spending some much needed time together
Warnings: Parenthood, taking care of an infant, much needed floof
You laughed a little, finishing off the last few bites of your dinner. JJ was an absolute mess but he was giggling and laughing, clapping his little hands together as every six month old baby should.
"Uh oh, Bob, I think the ghoul is done with his dinner," you chuckled.
Bob smiled and shook his head. "Alright you little troublemaker," he said to JJ, lifting him from his high-chair. "You definitely need a bath."
"You want me to do it?" you asked.
"Nah sweetheart, I've got this," Bob answered. "You've done it the last week, I'll give you a break."
You cleared the dishes as soon as you were done, loading them into the dishwasher while Bob headed off to the bathroom to get the bathtub filled for JJ. The leftovers were immediately packed away for lunch tomorrow, the smell of them still wafting through the kitchen of yours and Bob's shared lake house.
Upstairs, Bob had just lowered JJ into the foaming bubble bath, the water perfectly warm and the smell of the cucumber and mint baby shampoo filling the whole room.
"Sweetpea can you go and get me a clean set of pjs for him?" Bob asked.
You nodded and hurried away, retrieving a fresh set of pjs for your nephew. You re-emerged into the very 90s looking bathroom with its peach pink wallpaper and walnut vanity. Two adorable framed pictures hung on the wall near the window, the ones of the mice giving their little ones a bath and which had been a gift from Aunt Rose and Uncle Darren when you and Bob had moved in. Bob knelt on the hunter green bath rug as JJ splashed around and played with the bubbles and a few of his bath toys, thoroughly washing his hair out with the cucumber and mint baby shampoo.
You perched yourself up on the bathroom vanity, taking in the sight before you. You lived for nights like this, when you and Bob could just unwind and not have to worry about a thing, save for the needs of your nephew.
Once Bob lifted JJ from his bath and into his little duckie towel, drying him and readying him for bed, you took him from your husband and retreated to the living room to pop in a movie. As soon as Bob had taken a quick shower and changed into his silky short sleeved button down pjs and matching shorts, you and him settled into a big cushiony chair to watch at least one round of the Bugs Bunny vhs tapes.
You and Bob laughed your asses off but in no time at all JJ had quickly fallen asleep. When you carried him off to bed and tucked him in with the mini splits going to cool the room, you and Bob retreated to your own shared bedroom and crawled in with each other. It was nights like this that the two of you lived for, those dreamy summer nights where the peepers chirped ceaselessly outside and where you hadn't a care in the world.
The One With Rhett's Birthday Present (Rhett Abbott x Reader)
Summary: You and your in-laws give Rhett what is possibly the best birthday and the best gift of his life
Warnings: Mentions of animal cruelty but adorable fluff and a happy ending
Notes: Written in honor of our cowboy's belated bday
"Alright," Cece said as she took the cake pans out of the oven, the smell of freshly baked chocolate cake filling the entire kitchen. "Hopefully Shrek and Donkey won't be home for quite a while."
"Remind me again which one of the two is Shrek and which one is Donkey?" you joked.
"Take a guess," Cece answered. "Who do you think has the inability to shut the hell up and who lives in a swamp?"
You laughed as your mother in law stuck the cake pans on the back of the stove to cool, before starting on toasting the coconut flakes for the top. "You want any help Cece?" you asked. "I feel bad I'm just sitting here."
"Nah," she insisted. "Ya'll did enough this afternoon with the cleaning. You need a break."
No sooner had she spoken those words than you heard Rhett coming in the kitchen door, kicking off his boots on the rubber mat. "S'fuckin hot out there."
"Where'd ya'll go?" Cece asked him.
"Over the hill to help Artie out," Rhett answered. "Joy's on duty, Martha's at work and he said the tractor motor shit the bed this morning."
You and Cece both pulled a face. Of all the times of the year for a motor to clunk out, this was the absolute worst.
"Rose's AC didn't go out either?" Cece asked him again.
"Nope," Rhett answered. "Wes and I went over the other day to make sure it was workin."
You saw his gaze move to the stove and an evil little grin playing with his pencil thin lips when the scent of chocolate hit him like an 18 wheeler, a look that reminded you every little bit of Wile. E Coyote.
"Ah ah! Don't you fuckin dare, Rhett James!" Cece warned him. "I'm not havin you and your father getting in a fistfight over that again."
Rhett chuckled and rubbed his hands together. "My precious," he whispered loudly.
You laughed a little and shook your head when the sound of crunching gravel and a truck shutting off reached your ears. Royal poked his head into the kitchen, motioning for both you and Rhett to come outside.
"Hay come in today?" Rhett asked.
"Nope, something better," Royal answered, trying to hide the smile trying to crawl across his face.
He led the two of you to the truck and opened the passenger side door when out leapt something neither of you had been expecting. You and Rhett gasped audibly at the sight of a little border collie puppy jumping from the truck and onto the ground with a little pale pink ribbon around her neck. She couldn't have been more than eight weeks old, full of energy and who possibly had the cutest face you had ever seen.
"Oh my God! Dad how did you......?"
"Discharged from the vet this mornin," Royal announced happily. "Got the adoption papers for her, just needs your signature."
Rhett could've cried when he picked the puppy up in his arms. Poor thing, she had been a mess when they found her, wandering around in an alleyway with no one around to claim her. You hugged your husband as the tears welled in his eyes. This pup had meant more to you than you could ever put into words.
"Thanks Dad," Rhett croaked.
"Anytime son," Royal replied. "Happy Birthday."
As soon as you could, you and Rhett brought the new pup into the house. She barreled through every room, wanting to explore and sniff everything, even scaring your mother in law just a little bit. Amy however was thrilled to find a new puppy in the house, eager for her to get big so she could play with her.
Nellie is an absolute treasure to the whole family. As soon as she's big enough, Rhett and Royal bring her out to the field to see how she interacts with the cows, her herding instincts kicking in like lightning. Not only is she a hard worker, but she is as loveable a companion as any dog can possibly be.
And you and Rhett are grateful for every day that you have with her.
Summary: It's been a long day so you and Bob are trying to rest as much as humanly possible
Warnings: Overtiredness, Bob being a cuddle bug, tons of fluff but so, so soft
It had been what felt like the longest day of your lives.......but oh so good.
Burning feet, tons of waterslides and rollercoasters, cool drinks and tons of food from the food stands, you, Bob and the rest of the Daggers couldn't have asked for better. Granted you were both a little tender from the amount of sun everyone had gotten that day, but with the AC running in the house and the both of you having freshly showered, you were practically in heaven.
You and Bob both lay in your shared bed, snuggled together, your arms enveloping each other and the smell of his cologne wafting into your nostrils. "The Goonies" had been playing on the clunky little bedroom tv which stood perched on the stand near the dresser, the VHS tape still working like brand new. You couldn't have thought of a better way to spend the evening, but you were so damn tired that you couldn't keep your eyes open.
"Bob?" you whimpered.
Your bespectacled husband's eyes met your own, his filled with concern.
"S'matter sweetpea?" he whispered.
You could barely bring yourself to speak, your own eyes watering over and at a loss for words. You were so tired.......so irrationally and unfathomably tired.
"Here," Bob said, rolling onto his back with you in his arms. "I know just what to do."
You squeaked a little when he peppered your cheeks with soft little kisses, but screeched when his hand landed flat on your denim clad buttcheek with a resounding *SMACK!*.
"Robert Joseph!!"
Bob couldn't help but laugh, but soon he was gently rocking you back and forth in his arms and peppering you again with kisses.
"I'm thinking next time we do a group trip, we need to go early in the morning," he said. "Then that way we won't be as exhausted when we get home."
You laughed a little bit, but there was some truth to his words. "Duly noted."
You snuggled further into your husband, the both of you watching the movie play out until the end. When you noticed that Bob had fallen asleep, you carefully removed his glasses and set them on the nightstand next to the bed, kissing him goodnight, just as he had done for you. Neither of you had noticed the VCR click or the tape ejecting, both of you so exhausted that you could barely keep your eyes open.
The two of you snuggled into each other and fell fast asleep, ready for whatever new adventures the next day would bring.
Cameron Cassmore during a heatwave (Cameron x Reader)
Warnings: Cranky Cameron, disgustingly hot weather, alludes to sex etc.....
Tagging: @floydsmuse @abbottsdarling @sebsxphia
Cameron gets insufferably cranky during a heatwave
As soon as summer settles over Sowell Bay you and Tova have to constantly stock the freezer with bags of ice
Surprisingly enough, he's ok at work, but as soon as he sets foot outside? It's like he turned into the Wicked Witch Of The West. You and Tova constantly joke about how Cam is missing his pack of flying monkeys
He'll flop down on the living room floor and let the cold air from the mini splits blow on him for a few hours, but some days he'll take a bit of an unconventional route
For some reason he gets really needy when it's hot, but with you two sharing a bed, sometimes sex is the last thing on your mind
Cam's most hilarious one yet was when he had to lift the lid off the home aquarium and stuck his face in there because he was overheating. Selah was still sleeping over with you guys and she saw it fit to try and pick his nose with her little tentacles......that was the last time Cam ever tried that
Cold showers are a must. One time he got so hot that you and Tova swore there was steam coming off of him and that when he stood up, he looked like Arnie in The Terminator
Jumping off the dock is a must as well but the two of you have to be wicked careful because a local orca pod loves to come and swim up close to you guys. The calves have been known to bump Cam's butt with their little noses
The two of you will absolutely demolish an entire box of fruit popsicles. Tova refuses to do any kind of cooking during the hot weather so you and Cam look forward to her homemade popsicles as well
Sooooo much swimming, you guys practically live in the water during the summer
Rhett's a critter caretaker and always has been, may or may not be an animal whisperer too
So one sweltering summer night you noticed Royal coming home with a small cardboard box and were definitely not expecting to see the little kitten inside
God she was SO CUTE
Tiny and all grey with very odd blue eyes and the cutest meow you'd ever heard
Royal had found her in the Wal Mart parking lot in downtown Wabang and absolutely refused to leave her there. He doesn't show it often but it pisses Royal off something fierce when people just drop their pets off and leave
But he and Cece know that you and Rhett take exceptionally good care of all your animals
Rhett was the one who named her. Buttons was probably the most fitting name you two could think of because she was as cute as a button
She's a bit of a needy kitty because she's still a baby. She'll crawl into bed with you and Rhett and proceed to make biscuits on his bare shoulders
When you catch Rhett snuggling with her in the morning you think it's the cutest thing in the world, especially when Buttons starts nomming on his nose
She's a FIEND for milk. Rhett will go out in the morning to help Royal milk the cows and she's constantly trying to get into the bucket. Both of them have had to scoop her out and wash her off more than a few times
But she's the absolute best mouser anyone could ask for. Both the house and the barn are completely pest free because of her as well as Cece's greenhouse
She has a little stuffed mouse that she sleeps with when she starts learning how to sleep in her kitty hammock. You and Rhett think it's the most precious thing in the world
But there's not a day that goes by when you two aren't thankful for Buttons
Because she livens up the house in a way that no one ever truly could
