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.
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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
Summary: You and Bob have had a long, long night on the last leg of a road trip from New York to Montana to join the rest of the Avengers at the lake house.
Warnings: Mentions of stress, burnout, Bob comforting reader through a rough patch, mentions of Bob's mental health struggles, exhaustion etc.
You blinked your sore eyes open, completely oblivious to the fact that your surroundings were different. You had expected your eyes to be met with the grey steel and modern look of the tower, but the sight before you was completely different.
The walls were a soft but warm shade of yellow and beige that matched the soft carpet while pushed against the wall was a honeyed oak entertainment system holding the clunky tv, vcr and dvd player. Outside, the sun was shining across the deck, the backyard and down to the vast expanse of lake where other houses belonging to your newfound family were comfortably situated. You couldn't see anything in the cabinets on the entertainment system, let alone remember how you got here. Only that you were here.
Somewhere in the kitchen, you could hear the coffee maker going and the freshly made brew going into a mug. For a moment the realization hit you.
You were in your new house.
The new house that you and Bob had worked so, so hard to get.
You felt the tears starting to come, unable to hold them back. Last night had been so tough with you and Bob taking turns at driving, often staying up later than normal with either John, Bucky, Yelena, Mel or even Alexie on the phone to keep you both awake.
And that hadn't even been the worst of it.
The worst had been packing everything up in the apartment at the tower, making sure every last treasure, heirloom, keepsake and collectible had been carefully packed away. All of Bob's books, his movies, his posters, photos of his aunt, uncle and cousins and the scrapbooks his Mimi and Pop-Pop had made. The folded American flag that had belonged to Pop-Pop had been something you let Bob tuck away into its own special box along with the photos of Bob's grandparents, each one rolled up and wrapped in as many layers of newspaper that could allow for protection. Bedding, pillows, kitchen stuff, home office stuff, blankets, stuffies, all of it had been packed away and loaded onto a UHaul and shipped off to the house in the blink of an eye.
"Sweetheart?"
You looked over at Bob who stood in the doorway with two mugs of coffee and something under his arm. As soon as he set them down on the coffee table, he had you in his arms, gently rocking you back and forth and kissing your cheek.
"Sweetheart what's wrong?" he asked.
"I don't know I just.......I wasn't........I thought we were......."
Bob smiled a little. "I know," he murmured. "I know. It was a shock for me to wake up here too."
A pang of worry suddenly shot through you. "Oh shit!" you hissed. "We didn't leave it behind did we?"
Bob shook his head. He handed you a fuzzy and cuddly looking teddy bear, its sweet little face and smile putting you at ease just a little bit. He was a little odd to say the least with a little patch and some stitching details, but the message on his little foot was one that had gotten you and Bob through everything......."nobody's perfect."
"Oh Bob," you croaked.
"If you think for a minute that I'd leave Old Stuffed Bear behind........"
You laughed through your tears and hugged both him and Old Stuffed Bear as tight as you could. "Listen, about last night too, I'm so sorry. I was exhausted."
"Babe that's not the worst I've ever dealt with believe me," Bob assured you. "I still feel bad for putting you through all those low days at my end."
"Bob.........."
"Ah ah, not another word," Bob interrupted, still gently rocking you in his arms. "Last night was just a bad mix of us being overtired and needing to pee every five minutes from all that coffee. Besides, at least you weren't in the car when I went with Bucky, Yelena and Johnny down to Florida last year."
You sighed and laughed a little at the thought. You still remembered how exhausted and hysterical Yelena had been on that long drive back and having hit D.C traffic in the middle of the night had only made it worse.
"We all struggle with it babe," Bob said before kissing you sweetly. "But I think right now all you and I need to do is get our stuff unpacked and organized and we'll feel loads better."
You nodded and rested your head on your husband's chest, nesting further into the warmth he radiated. The jangling of collar tags signaled Normie's entrance into the room, his favorite chew toy clamped between his teeth before he plopped it in your lap.
As soon as you and Bob had finished your morning coffee, the two of you set to work unpacking all your belongings and making a day of it. Even something as simple as that had made a world of difference for the both of you.
Summary: Caring for a new baby octopus is a challenge, but what happens when Selah ends up having to spend a few days with you, Cameron and Tova? Some very interesting things, that's for sure.
"Alright sweetie pie, in you go," Cameron said as he quickly lifted Selah from her tank and placed her in the little aqua culture carrier.
His mouth turned down in an exaggerated frown as Selah kept wriggling and writhing her little tentacles all over his hand, clinging to Cameron and refusing to let go of it.
"You little shit," he chuckled. "I don't think I have anything that you could possibly want. Now get in the tank."
Selah's little tentacle slapped the water with a little *SPLASH!* which shot right into Cameron's face. He turned right around when he heard you giggling from the doorway and saw a teasing look on your face.
"Well at least she didn't ink," he pointed out.
"I think you spoke too soon Cam," you told him.
"AAGH!" he yelped as a pool of slick black ink had begun to pool on his hand.
"Oh look, the baby gave you a little present," Tova teased.
"Not funny Tova," Cameron insisted, still trying to get Selah off his hand and into the tank.
"Alright, I think I know what she wants," you said.
Reaching into her aquarium tank, you pulled out the little magnetic pirate ship before it could float away. You placed it into the little aqua culture carrier and before you could blink, Selah had released herself from Cameron's hand.
"Eew she inked all over me," he jokingly complained.
You laughed, handing him the soap to clean it off and prepped the container to be taken home. "All the better to prep for our little sleepover," you told him.
Cameron sighed as he washed his hands. Having a sleepover with a baby octopus was definitely not on his to-do list for the weekend.
As soon as his hands were thoroughly cleaned, you and Cameron helped Tova close up for the day, eager to get home and enjoy the rest of the afternoon. Thank goodness the start of summer meant taking half days on Fridays.
Tova's car was just a little cramped to say the least, but the three of you made the best of it with Cam popping in a mixtape of all the good 70s, 80s and 90s hits.
You pulled into the parking lot at the Sowell Bay Fish Market, the fishermen steering in the trawlers and boats at the docks and unloading their catch of the day. A little unconventional, but the fish market not only specialized in excellent quality seafood for humans, but also for the local aquarium as well.
You and Tova waited in the car while Cam ran in to see if he could get the food for Selah. So far there hadn't been a day that went by when you weren't grateful for Shorty, one of the local fishermen who caught all kinds of live prey for the residents of the aquarium.
"Good Lord she's absolutely going to town on that damn pirate ship," Tova chuckled as she watched Selah playing with her favorite toy.
"She must think she's the kraken in Pirates Of The Caribbean," you joked.
You and Tova watched Selah play with her little boat, the waterproof magnetic pieces snapping back into place when she pulled them apart. In less that ten minutes, Cameron returned with a plastic bag full of freshly packed food for Selah.
"Got enough food there?" you chuckled.
"Enough for the four days that Selah's gonna be sleeping over," he answered, placing the groceries on the floor in the back.
As soon as he was in and the car started, you were all off again and down the road for home.
As soon as you, Cam and Tova were in the house, you placed Selah right in the in-home fish tank in the living room, making sure that she was comfortable and that her favorite toy was with her at all times.
Dinner that night was utterly perfect, chicken thighs coated in a spicy dry rub for the grill, earthy white rice and crisp veggies pulled from the garden the previous day. Selah of course was in heaven as she munched away on the hundreds of tiny little crustaceans that had been put into her tank for her to eat.
When the three of you had begun closing up and bedding down for the night, you and Cameron made sure to feed Selah one last time. Cam put a handful of shore shrimp into the water but before he could remove his hand, Selah quickly swam right into it, nesting and curling up in his large cupped hand.
"What you wanna sleep there?" he chuckled.
She lifted her head and blinked her eyes but didn't respond with anything else.
"She thinks your hand is a hammock," you cooed.
Cam smiled and rolled his eyes. "Alright I'll oblige," he said.
He very gently rocked his hand back and forth, cradling the baby octopus as though she were the most precious thing in the world. The two of you hummed a familiar song and gently pet her mantle until she curled her tentacles around both your fingers.
Tova couldn't help but come over to pet her either, totally captivated by the sight of such a tiny creature held in Cam's big, veiny hand. "Now when are the two of you gonna give me a great grandchild?"
You and Cam started laughing as Selah woke to life and swam into her little hideout. "Jeez Tova, we come home with a baby octopus for four days, isn't that enough?" he laughed.
"I'm joking, I'm joking," she answered laughingly.
You, Cam and Tova shared a few laughs on the matter, though it was a thought that you knew would cross your minds sooner than later. Though it would be quite a while before that, you and Cam were willing to be content with Selah in the present moment.
Summary: You and Cam are helping Tova with some last minute things at the aquarium and you and Cam begin a special bond with an unlikely, but remarkably bright creature.
Warnings: Animal injuries, caring for a baby sea creature etc.
"Good grief these kids are disgusting," Tova muttered under her breath as she thoroughly cleaned the glass of one of the tanks.
"Tell me about it," you laughed. "I'd hate to see what their bedrooms look like."
Tova groaned and pulled a face as she kept wiping the glass with her thorough circular motions. Most of the grime had come clean, save for a few streaks and splatters, but thankfully with her thorough persistence, they would.
"Hey Tova!" Cam called from the other room.
"Give me a minute Cam! The lickers have been particularly aggressive this afternoon!"
You snorted and laughed under your breath. Your fiancé's grandmother wasn't particularly known for her filtered sense of humor.
Cameron re-emerged from the back room just a minute later with a little plastic container. When he showed you the contents, you just about gasped in amazement.
Inside, in about two to three inches of water, was a tiny baby octopus, a bright shade of orange with little hints of dark around her large, pulpy head. Her little legs were spider thin, but one of the front ones appeared to be missing half of the limb.
"Oh my God, Cam, where did you find her?"
"She was just in the back room, I dunno if someone was supposed to look at her or what but........" he explained, his voice trailing off.
"Oh.....oh......oh my word," Tova remarked, saddened a little by the sight. "Terry had her brought in this morning. She washed up on the beach but it looks like something took part of her leg."
You and Cameron exchanged sad expressions. Land or sea, it was never easy to see a maimed critter, though the entire time you two had been living in Sowell Bay, you had both seen your fair share, otters, dolphins, seals, sea lions. Senna, the killer whale who often visited you, Cameron and Tova at the docks every Sunday with her pod, had shown up needing a prosthetic tail, having been at the receiving end of an unfortunate accident.
The baby octopus wriggled in the water, her spidery little limbs twisting and coiling around Cameron's finger as he dipped his pinky in the water. Already she had latched onto him quicker than you two could blink.
"How do you know it's a female?" you joked.
"She's got suckers all the way to the end of her arms," Cam explained.
"You've learned well my young padawan," Tova joked. "Here, she needs to go in a tank. That's the last thing we'll do before we go."
You and Cameron followed Tova into a separate room in the back of the aquarium. You both said a quick hello to Marcellus before Tova motioned for you both to come to the tank entrance.
"Now remember," Tova informed you both. "The babies need to be cared for more frequently than the adults. She needs a quiet and relatively stress free place to hide if things get loud and the top of her tank needs to be escape proof. Like human babies, she can and will try to escape if given the opportunity. Oh and mind when you hold her too, she had a beak that's not only sharp but can secrete a fluid that will irritate the living hell out of your skin and it's awfully painful if inflicted. Got it?"
"Got it," you and Cam replied.
"Good," Tova said. "I'm gonna go put the cleaning supplies away, feed Marcellus and Laureline before I circle back here and close up for the night. If you two wouldn't mind feeding the little one and......perhaps pick out a name for her.......I think we'll be set."
You and Cam readily agreed as Tova went away to finish the last minute details for closing time. Carefully, the two of you lowered the baby into her new tank but she refused to let go of Cameron's hand.
"Poor baby," he sighed. "She's gotta be terrified."
You gently stroked her bulbous head with the tip of your finger, your eyes beginning to sting with tears. Marcellus's mate, Laureline, had almost been the same way, terrified of her new home and taking what felt like ages to adjust. Though she and Marcellus shared separate tanks, they were happy to be together.
"Alright," you mused. "We've gotta think of a name."
Cameron's tongue poked out from between his lips as he thought. "Christine?"
You pulled a face and shook your head. "She's an octopus, not an evil car."
Cam snorted and laughed. "What about Cora? Maybe Nora? Noor?"
Noor didn't sound half bad, queenly and graceful but it definitely didn't fit this one. "We could always name her Tova after your grandmother."
Cam's mouth contorted into an exaggerated frown as he shook his head. "Elizabeth?" he offered.
The baby's arm slapped the water as if she were swatting a shrimp.
"Definitely not," you laughed.
You went through every possible name you could think of, even a few Disney inspired names, Athena, Ariel, Aurora, Melody, Ursula, but none of them seemed to fit the little one.
"Probably should haul out Tova's Bible for this one," you joked.
Cameron raised his eyebrows in agreement.
"I dunno," you said with a shrug. "We'll probably end up naming her something like 'Selah' or something."
The baby octopus twitched happily, swirling her arms as one of her little tentacles reached out and wrapped around your finger. You and Cameron were wide-eyed. She had practically picked her own name.
And so it was. You and Cameron wrote her name down on a slip of paper and left it for one of the staff to put on her name plate.
Every day when Cam and Tova came to work, Selah was always the first to greet them and later you when you stopped by after work to go home with your fiancé and his grandmother. She becomes a bit of a spoiled little thing whenever the two of you visit, her tank becoming filled with little treats and toys for her enrichment play, one of which is a little magnetic pirate ship for her to wrap her tentacles around and which snaps into place when she's done playing.
You and Cam watch proudly every day as Selah grows, overjoyed that she too has a special place in your hearts, the same way Marcellus does.
Headcannons about Mark's gang Of Goonies (Ben Mears x Reader)
You and Ben were always happy that Mark made tons of new friends because after everything that's happened, God only knew the kid needed it
Salem's Lot is a small town but it's population kinda grew after they realized that it was protected by a monster hunter's coven. More families started moving in which meant that the coven grew too
You're always happy to hear the sounds of bike bells on the streets and seeing the kids riding by, waving to you and doing the dumbest shit imagineable
And Mark's gang is no exception
Mark and Danny Glick are obviously the leaders, so whatever they say goes. Mark's fully in charge but when he's not available, Danny's his second in command. Ralphie's a close third but he's still a little young to be calling the shots
Grady Maguire is one of the newer kids in the lot. His family moved up from Connecticut after his dad's honorable discharge from the Navy and he's got a black lab named Chunk who follows him around everywhere
Courtney Curless is the granddaughter of Rhoda Curless, Fr. Callahan's secretary at the church. She knows where to get all the good cassette tapes and has the best taste in music. You and Ben absolutely LOVED the first time she got her hands on Bon Jovi's "Slippery When Wet" album and they had it on full blast while they were jumping on the trampoline
Ruth Daniels is a frequent visitor at the house due to her parents being coven members. Just like Mark, she LOVES scary stories and having come from Mi'kmaq heritage, she knows all the stories about cryptids and creepy creatures in the stories her family used to tell. She scared the crap out of Ralphie to the point where you and Ben had to have him sleep in the house during a sleepover once
Ross and Lucas D'Agostino fit right in as neighborhood troublemakers. This gruesome twosome have a whole filthy dirty playbook of pranks they've played on teachers and bullies and keep all sorts of gross shit in their rooms (i.e "Monster Blood", cans of worms, fake bugs, fart gadgets etc.). Their wart-faced principal HATES these two but you and Ben adore them. Fr. Callahan never fails to tell their Nonna either how well behaved Ross and Lucas are at Sunday Mass
Ruby Nguyen is the snack supplier of the group and knows where to get all the good stuff. Her aunt and uncle keep the house well stocked with the good stuff so if anything goes missing, no one really notices. Richie Bodden fears for his life whenever Ruby tag teams with Mark, Ross and Lucas because many of her pranks involve food (i.e toothpaste in the oreos)
Mark's treehouse is Goonies central. You and Ben always hear voices coming from the treehouse at all hours and on more than one occasion you've had to warn them that the streetlights were coming on and that they needed to go home
Everybody's got a literal tin can line going from each other's houses. When a storm hits the cans make a fucking racket
You and Ben will be digging in the garden or cleaning the pool in the backyard and you'll hear the WEIRDEST shit coming from the treehouse, alot of it highly inappropriate for Baby Randy's ears but never fails to leave you and Ben in stitches
Sooooo many Goosebumps books were found in there. Mark and the gang are hounds for those and absolutely DEVOUR them. The middle reader section in your bookstore is completely sold out every week
They'll read aloud during summer campouts in the treehouse by the light of a flashlight and you and Ben are often surprised by how terrifying it is. Granted you and the coven leave the kids alone but when Mark started reading "A Night In Terror Tower" almost all the adults were camped out below to listen to it. Same went for some of the other books
You and Ben for sure can't imagine life without this little gang of goonies
Because they make life and the town itself so much better
Summary: You've had a hard day and a rough night but William is there to comfort you
Warnings: Heavy emotions, sadness, fears of the future, mentions of William's past escapades etc.....reader's nickname is "Pussycat"
Your entire body ached as you dug away in the garden, your head and face heavy with the emotions and black doubt that had begun to cloud your mind. It was such a beautiful day, warm and cheerful with the coming of spring.
You ripped and tore at the weeds with an angry Mars-like vengeance, the tears beginning to flood your eyes as thoughts of the previous night had come flooding back to you. You couldn't stand the way the mayor's daughter had her eyes all over William, eyeing him with a sneaky and conniving glance, the pick-me girl in the crowd who would have done anything to have William falling all over her.
You ripped and tore at the garden weeds as though she were the weeds instead, yanking them up until the roots were exposed and tossing them aside. You felt the tears running down your cheeks and a white hot rage that threatened to boil over, a strangled sob escaping your throat as a horrid, disgusting little voice in the back of your head taunted and teased you that you would never be enough for William.
You didn't even notice the hand that gently tapped your shoulder.
"Pussycat?"
You looked up and with reddened eyes, met William's gaze, a look of concern on his soft and gentle features. Gently, he took your hand in his and raised you to your feet.
"William I'm sorry, I......."
"Pussycat what's wrong?" he asked. "This isn't like you."
You dabbed your eyes with your apron, sniffing back the tears. "I just......it was something I saw last night was all....." you croaked.
William knitted his eyebrows together.
"That..........that stupid daughter of the mayor......." you admitted. "I saw how she looked at you when you were preaching to the crowd and that stupid smirk on her face.........I'm sorry William, I'm so sorry......."
"Come nearer to me, Pussycat," he said, gently pulling you into his arms and steadily rocking you as you sobbed into his shoulder. "It's alright.......shhhh......hear my voice, you're alright love."
You shuddered a little as another pitiful sob racked you from the inside out, soothed only by William's dull fingernails gently running up and down the back of your neck. You felt something cool and metallic coming to rest against your skin and only then did you realize it was the little band of copper on the ring finger of his left hand. The very same one you had given William in the presence of both Mother Ann and the village blacksmith some months before.
"I never did believe
That I ever could be saved
Without giving all to God
I never did believe
That I ever could be saved
Without giving all to God"
You let out a shaky breath as he hummed, the vibration in his chest running from his body right through yours. Through your bleary and stinging eyes you saw the little posy ring William had given you, a simple band of copper just like his but carefully engraved with a simple wording that meant more to you than life itself.
Tá mo chroí agat.........my heart belongs to you.
You pressed your lips to his shoulder as William hummed away, breathing in the familiar scent of cedarwood, amber and rain drenched woods that followed him everywhere. Slowly, but surely, you felt all the pain and embarrassment washing away with William's gentle little touches.
"I feel like such a fool," you sniffed.
"But you're not my love," William assured you, kissing the side of your head.
"Are you sure?" you asked him.
William nodded. "We all do foolish things Pussycat," he murmured. "Believe me."
"I find it hard to believe you'd do anything foolish Wills," you half teased.
William chuckled a little and smiled. "I have," he said. "Do you remember the day we met?"
You laughed remembering the day you and William had met. You had been visiting your benefactor in Manchester and had been on your way to the Wardleys after when you had seen William trying to climb out an upstairs window, unaware of the ground below and landing flat on his back in front of you. At first you had laughed and him along with you as you helped him to his feet. That had been the beginning for you and William, the two of you bonding through an unlikely friendship, the frenetic worship of both his sister and the Wardleys which soon grew into love......pure, joyful and unconditional love for each other.
"I remember the look on Jacob's face after the two of you had broken up and you leapt out the window," you teased.
William laughed, his whole body moving with his sweet laughter. "There's that," he joked. "But......even though it was foolish to jump out the window, I'm glad I did. And do you know why?"
You looked up at him, smiling a little.
"Because it was the day I found you," he said, the pad of his thumb brushing against your cheek. "God brought us together for a reason Pussycat. I have no intentions of leaving you."
"Same can be said of me William," you told him, his arms wrapping around you just a little tighter. "You're my love, my life and my everything."
William could've cried when he heard those words. You too were everything to him, the very thing that kept him grounded in uncertain times. This time was no different. He vowed to love and adore you until you were both grey with old age, warm in your shared bed and on your way to returning to heaven above.
You and William didn't leave each other's sides for the rest of the day until you heard the bells ringing for evening worship. Even as the congregation sang and danced, you and William always crossed each other's path and never took your eyes off each other.
That night was warm enough for the first outside sleep, a tradition the two of you had started when the village was first built. At the start of spring and summer, you and William would adjourn to your special spot beneath a shady oak where it was just the two of you, a place that allowed you both to sleep in each other's arms without fear of being disturbed.
That was the night that William had proved once again that you were everything to him, worshipping your body with an unapologetic fervor. When you lay safely in each other's arms and gently exploring each other's bodies, the look on William's face had said it all.
"I love you Pussycat," he whispered, tilting your chin up to meet his eyes.
"I love you too William," you whispered, kissing him back. "Always and forever."
The One With The Barbie Dreamhouse (Sentry x Reader)
Summary: The nieces all come to visit you at the lake house one day and you and Bob have a little surprise for them
Warnings: Parenthood, cuteness overload, 80s and 90s childhood dreams, mentions of Bob's past etc.
Notes: For those who are wondering yes the Avengers are all alive. Nyah is T'Challa and Nakia's daughter and Valiya is Natasha and Remy's (Gambit's) adopted daughter. Meredith is Quill's little girl and was named after her grandma
"Ok maybe move it back just a little bit......aaaaand stop!"
You stepped back to take a look at the little pink and purple Barbie dreamhouse mansion in the play corner of the living room. You and Bob had searched just about every thrift store and toy store in the vicinity of your shared lakefront home until you had found the perfect one that was sure to make your nieces squeal with joy.
"They're gonna lose their shit when they see it," you squeaked.
Bob laughed a little. "Listen, if it means they get to have a 90s childhood then so be it," he said happily. "I'll even let'em watch cartoons later if they want."
"Depends on whether or not they'll be preoccupied, but I agree," you added. "Should we do homemade pizza for dinner too?"
"Already took the dough outta the freezer," Bob affirmed.
Normie barked and shot up like a rocket when you heard the doorbell ringing, Bob telling him to go scram before answering the door. No sooner did he open it, than he was completely mobbed by no fewer than seven of your nieces who had walked to your house with their backpacks. Lila, Morgan, Love, Cassie, Nyah, Meredith and Valiya all squealed happily as they fought over who was going to be able to hug Uncle Bob first.
"Alright girlies, everybody give Uncle Bob some room to breathe please!" you announced.
You were dumbstruck at how quickly they had all listened, letting go of Bob's shirt long enough to put their backpacks on the coathooks in the mudroom. They barreled upstairs into the living room and when their eyes caught sight of the pink and purple dollhouse, they were beside themselves with excitement.
"THANK YOU AUNTIE AND UNKIE!!!!" they screeched, all seven tackling you both at once with big, squeezing hugs.
You and Bob were beside yourselves as you hugged your nieces. Every single niece and nephew in your found family was a treasure to you no matter what the days brought, no matter the highs, the lows, the emotions, you and Bob wouldn't have traded it for the world.
The girls chattered like magpies as they rushed for the dollhouse, gathering all their Barbies, Polly Pockets and the box of furniture. Meredith was the last to join, having dug around in the stereo cabinet for a cassette tape to play on her walkman in the background, slipping the tape in and hitting play, only to have "Dress You Up" by Madonna echoing from the speaker.
You and Bob could've watched them for hours, totally absorbed in their play and without a care in the world.
"I think I've got one more little surprise up my sleeve," he whispered in your ear.
"Oh?" you asked him.
Bob nodded. With a few little rubs of his hands and a flick of his fingers, the girls shrunk and shrunk until they were no bigger than his pinky finger. You laughed when the realization hit them, their delighted screams and shrieks becoming music to your ears.
"You didn't!" you exclaimed happily.
"Oh just you wait sweetheart," Bob chuckled. "When they go home later it'll be out turn."
You and Bob kept a close watch on the girls to make sure nothing went awry. But all too soon, 4:30 arrived too quickly with their parents arriving to take them home.
After dinner you watched with wonder as Bob once again utilized his powers to shrink you both down to size. What the two of you saw however, was nothing short of amazing.
The floors were unbelievably shiny, as though they had been polished and waxed until nothing could scuff them. The walls, the pillars, the stairs, the rugs and some of the furniture, everything was in so many different shades of pink that it felt a little strange. Glossy shimmers could be seen in the sunwashed dollhouse while the air smelled faintly of strawberries.
"Oh my God it's so pink," Bob laughed.
You and him laughed and explored every inch of the dollhouse from top to bottom, laughing, giggling and joking the entire time. Sliding down the bannisters of the staircase had been especially fun with Bob catching you right in his arms and safely placing you back onto your feet before kissing you. Even more amazing was that the bathroom ran with real water and the pool was full of real water too.
Upstairs you had wandered to find a big squishy bed, something that felt akin to a waterbed and memory foam, but had a springiness to it that was perfect for reliving your childhood shenanigans.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Bob teased.
"YES!" you squeaked.
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"Hey Bobby!" Walker called into the seemingly empty house. "Bob! I've got stuff for later!"
"Hey dipshit," Yelena interrupted. "I don't know if you've looked around lately, but clearly no one's home."
"Why the hell wouldn't they be home?" Walker questioned. "It's movie night."
"Beats me," Yelena said. "But I'm thinking they must've run to the liquor store or something."
John had been about to say something when wild laughter caught their ears. The two of them turned their attention to the corner where the nieces had played that afternoon and to the pink and purple dollhouse that had laid within.
"What the fuck?" John mumbled.
Yelena gasped and squeaked herself, clapping a hand over her mouth to hide the huge, gaping smile on her face. There in the dollhouse were you and Bob, the both of you pinky sized and jumping on the huge squishy doll bed as though it were a trampoline.
"Oh my God I wanna join!" Yelena exclaimed.
"The hell are you two doin in there?" John questioned again.
"We're havin fun! What's it look like?" Bob blurted out between heavy breaths.
"Oh........my......God!" Yelena squealed. "I've gotta join them! I'm not missing out on this!"
"Wait then who's gonna help me make the pizzas?" John asked her.
"You're on chef's duty tonight, you figure it out," Yelena told him. "BOB! I'M COMIN IN!"
Bob quickly shrunk her down and in no time at all, Yelena joined you, the three of you jumping on the bed while John prepped the pizzas for dinner, insisting that he had to keep a watch out.
By the time dinner was eaten and the gang had all taken their pick of the VHS tapes for movie night, you and Bob had both restored yourselves and Yelena to your original sizes and were thoroughly snuggled under the layer of knitted blankets, watching with rapt awe and attention as Ridley Scott's "Legend" played out on the clunky TV and everyone laying on top of their pillow and cushion piles on the living room floor.
You and Bob whispered back and forth as everyone began to drift off to sleep, wondering what to do with the nephews when it was their turn to come over. Of course they wouldn't be entirely crazy about playing in the Barbie house with everything being covered in pink and glitter, but when you saw the mischievous look on Bob's face, you knew that his idea was bound to be a hit.
And that was how Bob, Walker and the rest of the guys found themselves shrunk down to size the next day with the nephews and playing the wildest DnD campaign of their lives in a vintage He-Man castle playset.
Spring is probably everybody's favorite season at the lake house. The snow and the lake are melting from the long winter, the sun is shining, the air is much warmer and that means everybody can get outside as much as they want
Spring means Carhartt jackets, mud all over the Tims, smells of the woods and damp earth, walks in the woods and looking for new growth
But it also means the nieces and nephew go completely feral
Once spring hits and mud season begins, Yelena insists that the nieces and nephews all go outside into the yards and the woods to go and look for snails. When they bring them back they'll crawl all over her and it freaks everybody out
Steve Rogers's little guy is probably the funniest kid without a filter you've ever seen. One time you and Bob watched as he brought back a MONSTER frog from the pond one day. Austin named him "Budweiser" but calls him buddy for short
Soooooo many mud puddles. The nieces and nephews have been known to wind up on yours and Bob's doorstep completely covered in mud
John fell outta the hammock once when he found Budweiser sitting on his chest with a big froggy grin. Olivia saw it from the kitchen window and laughed her ass off
Alexie usually takes the time to fix up the houses since the winters can be particularly harsh. Usually he's got the boombox going in the truck with one of Quill's mixtapes and he's usually found on the roof at odd hours singing like a sick seagull
Joaquin and Namor pick the worst times to try and go ice fishing. Neither of them realized that the dock wasn't tied down properly until they heard the ice cracking and the damn thing began to float out to the middle of the lake.......they had to row it back like a canoe
You and Bob absolutely love prepping the garden. He takes extra special care of the roses because they were your wedding gift from his aunt and uncle but your wildflower garden attracts so many bees and butterflies when they bloom, leaving you guys with more than enough honey than you could ask for
Tons and tons of mud races through the woods on the trails, every washer and dryer in the vicinity of your houses are going at all hours of the day and night
But you and Bob live for the days when it's just the two of you, no cares in the world, just the sun shining on your faces and the sounds of nature all around
