i'd love to write some drabbles/blurbs (mostly x reader) with characters of your choice! you can send me requests through asks (i'm still relatively new to tumblr so if i'm saying anything wrong, please help me navigate) of what you'd love to see turned into a short form writing - whether it be expansion to a headcanon or just an imagine, i'd love to get my gears going and write a little something around your ideas!
so, if you want a short one-shot or honestly anything (i'm also thinking of small social media aus!) written entirely by an overcaffeinated, undermedicated anthropology college student whose first language isn't english - then i'm your gal!
i'm down to writing almost anything, both sfw and nsfw, but i have to admit, i'm a bit ass at angst :(( but otherwise, i'm open!
Characters I'd love to write about!
Ryan Gosling-verse
Ryland Grace (phm)
Colt Seavers (the fall guy)
Lars Lindstrom (lars and the real girl)
Holland March (the nice guys)
Shawn Hatosy-verse
Jack Abbot (the pitt)
Andrew Pope Cody (animal kingdom)
Titus Danforth (ready or not 2)
Grant Reilly (yes, chef)
Others that I'd also love to write about! If you want anything that isn't there, feel free to ask about it
Jurassic World Rebirth's Henry Loomis
Bridgerton!
Anyone else from The Pitt
I'll get to sort out any requests as soon as I can! I hope I can indulge yall! love you and take care of yourselves!
would any of you be interested if i made hatosyverse into a bunch of lesbians? because butch!jack abbot is rotting my brain and i need to know if anyone else fw it please 🙏🙏
hiii hello guys sorry for a bit of inactivity, but i want to change it!
problem is, i have too many ideas and don't really know which one to start so i'll let you decide which one to write down and post according to poll results.
Idk if you’ve watched animal kingdom but I do love your pope posts. Could you do a rewrite of what you think would’ve happened at the end of pope and Amy’s date if the detective didn’t show up?
anon i had to sadly inform you that i did not watch animal kingdom yet. but when i do, i'll happily go back to your ask and write it
I have a (late Father’s Day) request for husband!pope who is obsessed with his wives post partum body. You were glowing during the pregnancy, and somehow got even better post. Your curves filled out and you are a bit self conscious but pope sees you as the goddess you are for making him a dad and giving him his baby girl
ahhh anon!! every day is a happy father's day for dad!pope. but him being so obsessed with his dear wife it's like mother's day all year round. your idea is so so cute!!
Mother('s) nature mysterious way to get your husband even more hooked on you.
warnings: fem!reader, post-partum struggles, pregnancy mention (duh), slight body image issues, but generally it's just fluff, tiniest bit suggestive so mdni
Andrew had a problem.
His problem being his wife getting more and more attractive day by day.
It was a force that nobody could explain. The pull that woman had on his heart was so strong it could pull planets together to the point of collision and total destruction. His heart was all hers, even before the whole... glow happening.
Ever since you got pregnant with your baby, Andrew could swear you stopped being human and became an angelic creature. Sometimes, he even dreamt that his wife revealed she never was a human, but a nymph, a fairy or even a goddess. And to be honest? He'd believe in that in a heartbeat.
It was some sort of magical - the changes your body went through. Skin, to your big surprise, was clearer than at any point in your life. Suddenly every color fit your skin tone perfectly.
Sure, there were some downsides. Like retiring your favorite jeans or putting away those cute shoes you loved going out in because your body was constantly changing. Adjusting to grow a tiny human. A very hungry tiny human at that.
But the baby weight had Andrew drooling. He loved you before, sure. But being pregnant? The love was pure devotion. But the post partum you had him worshipping you like a true goddess.
He couldn't shake off the amazement of seeing your body after you gave him the baby girl you've been waiting for. The way your curves filled out, how your hips seemed to widen, how your belly had that lovable soft pouch covered in tiger marks as a symbol of bearing life...
First time you felt comfortable enough to bare yourself in front of Andrew for just because and not in need of help with struggles of a sore body after pushing out a human, he cried. Happy tears! But he just couldn't comprehend how his already perfect wife looked so divine. So soft, so motherly, so... otherwordly.
"Oh, don't stare like that, I know I need to–" you already started, grabbing a handful of some still tender skin over your lower stomach.
"Please, no, no, don't start," your husband was up and in front of you in seconds. He guided your hands over to his shoulders, while his own slowly wandered over your body, admiring the soft skin that held so much history. The best part of his life. "You're... you're so beautiful like this." He lowered his head to be on the eye level as you, a corner of his mouth twitching in a small smile. "Hey. Being a mom is such a sexy look on you."
You couldn't help it, but let out a little startled laugh. It was hard seeing yourself that way post partum. Sometimes it was hard looking at yourself at all. But seeing the way Andrew's eyes light up and tear up at your shape now? Comparing it to what was before your daughter? It made it a little easier for your heart and mind to comprehend that maybe you overemphatized wrong parts of your body.
And your husband surely spends every free minute showing you how much he loves every inch of you, pouring his heart out with worshipful devotion to the goddess of family, care and nurture that was you in his eyes.
And that look on you surely made him want to keep this version of you as many times as you allow.
───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────
ahhh it's a bit short but i hope you'll enjoy!! take care, love yall
i'd love to write some drabbles/blurbs (mostly x reader) with characters of your choice! you can send me requests through asks (i'm still relatively new to tumblr so if i'm saying anything wrong, please help me navigate) of what you'd love to see turned into a short form writing - whether it be expansion to a headcanon or just an imagine, i'd love to get my gears going and write a little something around your ideas!
so, if you want a short one-shot or honestly anything (i'm also thinking of small social media aus!) written entirely by an overcaffeinated, undermedicated anthropology college student whose first language isn't english - then i'm your gal!
i'm down to writing almost anything, both sfw and nsfw, but i have to admit, i'm a bit ass at angst :(( but otherwise, i'm open!
Characters I'd love to write about!
Ryan Gosling-verse
Ryland Grace (phm)
Colt Seavers (the fall guy)
Lars Lindstrom (lars and the real girl)
Holland March (the nice guys)
Shawn Hatosy-verse
Jack Abbot (the pitt)
Andrew Pope Cody (animal kingdom)
Titus Danforth (ready or not 2)
Grant Reilly (yes, chef)
Others that I'd also love to write about! If you want anything that isn't there, feel free to ask about it
Jurassic World Rebirth's Henry Loomis
Bridgerton!
Anyone else from The Pitt
I'll get to sort out any requests as soon as I can! I hope I can indulge yall! love you and take care of yourselves!
i'd love to write some drabbles/blurbs (mostly x reader) with characters of your choice! you can send me requests through asks (i'm still relatively new to tumblr so if i'm saying anything wrong, please help me navigate) of what you'd love to see turned into a short form writing - whether it be expansion to a headcanon or just an imagine, i'd love to get my gears going and write a little something around your ideas!
so, if you want a short one-shot or honestly anything (i'm also thinking of small social media aus!) written entirely by an overcaffeinated, undermedicated anthropology college student whose first language isn't english - then i'm your gal!
i'm down to writing almost anything, both sfw and nsfw, but i have to admit, i'm a bit ass at angst :(( but otherwise, i'm open!
Characters I'd love to write about!
Ryan Gosling-verse
Ryland Grace (phm)
Colt Seavers (the fall guy)
Lars Lindstrom (lars and the real girl)
Holland March (the nice guys)
Shawn Hatosy-verse
Jack Abbot (the pitt)
Andrew Pope Cody (animal kingdom)
Titus Danforth (ready or not 2)
Grant Reilly (yes, chef)
Others that I'd also love to write about! If you want anything that isn't there, feel free to ask about it
Jurassic World Rebirth's Henry Loomis
Bridgerton!
Anyone else from The Pitt
I'll get to sort out any requests as soon as I can! I hope I can indulge yall! love you and take care of yourselves!
jack abbot x reader, andrew pope cody x reader, grant reilly x reader
small drabbles inspired by this comment that made me think of a crossover. man i do miss when phm was in the cinemas :(( also beware of small spoilers!!
First you went to see it with your best friend. Then you went by yourself. Thrice. And after days of begging Jack to go see it with you before they take it off the repertoire on his day off, it was your fifth time seeing Project Hail Mary. Honestly, still too little times seen on a big screen.
"But you saw the movie so many times now, won't you get bored?" Jack sighed when lining up to buy tickets at the register.
"Nope. Need you to see it. You'll get every reference now!" You say, clutching at his sleeve. Your eyes were bright, glittering with excitement of being understood the chokehold that movie has on you.
And before you got sat in the best seats he could've picked out, you talked him through every detail ans funfact he'll need to know to appreciate the movie even before he's seen it. He listened, of course, but was still a little bit skeptical.
And that lasted for about one third of the movie. In your peripheral vision you saw how he leaned forward, elbows on his knees and a focused expression on the screen. Small wins, right? He seemed enamoured by the end. Gee, he tried so hard, but you could swear you even saw him tear up a little bit by the end.
The end credits barely started rolling in and you already turned in your seat to Jack, a wide grin, little teartracks around it, but so proud. "So? What do you think?"
He sighed deeply, leaned back in his seat and looked over at your excited face. He couldn't conceal the soft smile that crept up onto his face seeing you like this. So, just to make you even more happy, he just showed you a thumbs down with the dorkiest grin ever. "Thumbs up, baby."
~ ♡ ~
You wanted to broaden Andrew's horizons a little. Show him something more than nature documentaries and introduce him to science fiction. So obviously, you took him to see Ryan Gosling talking to a rock.
"Project Hail Mary? Is it like a catholic movie?" Andrew asked, looking down at his ticket. He had no clue what he's in for.
"No, love, it's about an astronaut. They'll explain the name in the movie." You explained it with a smile and a squeeze to his free hand.
You couldn't quite decipher what was going on in Andrew's mind for the most of the movie. He stared at the screen with an emotionless expression, locked completely in. Though the Petrova Line's dots scene had him relax a bit, sinking deeper into the seat. Soaking the moment with Ryland Grace, as it seems.
After the movie, you stayed quiet until you've reached the car. "And how'd you like it?"
Andrew weighted his opinion. He took his time, processing it and trying to put it in right words.
"It was... really nice. A good movie." He answered with a nod. You deflated a bit, expecting a bit more of a reaction.
And that reaction his much, much later.
When he was driving you back home, when he already parked the car and turned off the ignition, he admitted quietly to something that's been on his mind since that one scene.
"You're my Rocky. You fix."
~ ♡ ~
It was a rare date night out with Grant. Going to the movies didn't require that much energy after work, so it's what you've settled for. The last screening of the say and it just so happens to be Project Hail Mary. God bless for small mercies.
So you sat comfortably, a bag of overpriced popcorn between you and in reality, no big expectations towards the movie. All you knew was that there was Ryan Gosling reviving slutty little glasses season all over again.
"And how long is the movie?" Grant asked, looking at his watch and wincing. Tomorrow's again an early morning shift at the restaurant and however lovely a date night isn't, sleep's just as lovely.
"Uh, with commercials I bet three hours?" You say in estimate with a frown. It's going to end so, so late.
Well, the movie ended. Along with your nap when the workers came to clean up the projection room. You both fell asleep halfway through the movie, dog tired from the day at the restaurant. You weren't proud of this one, as it was probably one of the most expensive naps you've taken in a while.
But after a few days, Grant felt bad about falling asleep during the cinema screening so the second it went on streaming, he organized a little night in, this time with on theme snacks to make sure the experience bests of what happened in the movies.
And that private screening was definitely more amaze amaze amaze than a nap in an almost empty movie theatre.
~ ♡ ~
i hope you liked the drabbles!! i was giggling like a maniac putting in those references but it was so cute, i have to watch that again. if anything, my request inbox is always open so dont be shy, i'd love to reply!! love you guys, take care
officially started my summer break!! feel free to write your requests and asks, i'd love to answer them all! also, i'd love any suggestions for social media au/textfics cauuuuse i haven't done them in a long time and i miss how fun they are
a little special to celebrate being over finals for you loves!! i hope you'll enjoy it as much as i did writing this
When the age gap shows...
grant reilly, andrew pope cody, jack abbot x younger!fem!reader
warnings: mdni, age gap, younger reader (i'm thinking mid 20s, but adjust to your liking), the gentlemen here are in their 40s, characters can seem a little ooc
with grant reilly it wasn't obvious at first. that man knows how to go about a phone, knows how to keep the restaurant's social media intact, was less than more but aware of the slang his younger employees used after listening to them for hours in the kitchen. for his age, he was a tech savvy. but there was one thing that made you realize that he still is older than you.
grant had to have everything written down on paper. grocery shopping lists, recipes, reminders. post-it notes everywhere in every color of the rainbow, full paper notebook calendars and many handwritten cookbooks. in this day and age, everything could be digitalized. put into a folder in google files, fill up the calendar app with reminders with alarms and color-code them at the same time. fill up the notes app with recipes. but not for grant.
"paper holds the memory better." he insists. even though paper is more prone to get damaged in the kitchen than something kept neatly in a digital file or, oh god forbid, on an usb disc.
it was so old fashioned it made you stop for a while and just enjoy the view of grant handwriting everything important to him. god, how hot that was. like it was still 1900s and he was a tragic culinary poet by the candlelight.
~ ♡ ~
you knew that andrew pope cody was specific. guy had his things, his order of things that had to be kept his way. of course you respected it. yes, most of the time he seemed a little... stiff, but there were small cues. it wasn't like he always kept you guessing. and that little 'weirdness' made you feel like the gap in age isn't that huge. he was just a specific guy with a specific taste.
until one day when he showed that there was a gap. you came back home from work, ready to tell him all about your day. but the sight you got when you entered the kitchen knocked the air out of your lungs.
your andrew was at the table, a little leaned over stacks of papers, calculations and with your trusty calculator next to him as he did some equations.
"what... are you doing?" you ask, slowly walking up to him and peering over his shoulder to look at what kept him so busy.
"bills." andrew stated flatly. bills. on paper. on checks. like it was still 1970 and the computers weren't quite there in the banks yet.
"love, you know you can do that online, right? takes you two clicks and everything is automatically paid." you rest your hands on his shoulders, a little concerned. did he forget his password again? or maybe there was some undertone to his bank visit he didn't want her to know?
"i don't trust online payments. doesn't seem safe." he said casually while signing the checks. of course he didn't trust online payments. where money is invisible and the card info can get leaked way easier than doing it the old way. but man, didn't it make you go a little feral over the fact he's being so responsible and careful.
~ ♡ ~
jack abbot was always old-fashioned. he never hid it. that was just how he is - a charming gentleman straight out of a movie you've always dreamt of living. he was like your own colonel christopher brandon in a sense. the age gap was always at the back of your mind, but it never felt pronounced.
that was until one time you visited him in his garage. he was sitting on a stool by the workbench, tinkering with something. he had an old boombox on one of the shelves that always played some 80s golden classics. but after a while, the music stopped and whirring started. jack didn't even look up.
"sweetheart, please switch the side of the tape."
what.
you always thought that this huge radio was for CDs (that was manageable), but tapes? as in cassettes?
"but... i don't know how?" you blurt out, a little embarrassed. the only tapes you knew were the VHS your parents kept with some of your favorite cartoons growing up, but with the DVD boom, you didn't really got to get around how to change them.
"oh." jack says softly. this time, it's him that's more taken aback. tapes were his teenage years. he grew up with that and he still found it one of the best inventions in physical media to this day. "okay, baby, let me show you then." and he slowly got up and showed you how a cassette player works while explaining it with his soft, doctor tone.
"maybe i'll teach you how to make a mixtape too, huh? show you how it was to court a girl in my prime. you know, with chris rainbow and george michael on a tape to blast in a car while we weren't focused on the music at all..." he says with a giddy smirk, pressing a kiss to your temple. maybe it's time to relive his teenage years again, even though you're decades apart.
sooo it's something a little different! i hope you liked it, because writing this was so fun for me!! love you, take care!!
guys i did it 😭 i passed the last exam! it kicked my ass so bad but grandma raised no quitter so now i can cry a little in peace and get to WORK i love you all
I was wondering how you pictured pope’s apartment to look (the one that Smurf and baz sold while he was in prison), his room phone sceeensaver, and where he shops for clothes (this one doesn’t have to be photos). I always wish the show would show more of what pope does on his “off-time”
Thanks!!
hi anon! that's a really good question though!
i imagine pope's apartment to be relatively small, at first i thought it needs to be simple, but after a while i converted into a plant dad!pope truther and i stand by it! this little collage is more or less of what i'd imagine for his flat to look like though. and! i'd also like to think that since he had his space and lets say a free hand over how to decorate the apartment, he'd fill it up with cozy textured materials that could bring some comfort in tough moments. i also believe that he sleeps on the sofa and making it is a part of his winding down routine, as he doesn't have enough space for a proper bedroom. at the same time, he could find bigger apartments suffocating, maybe a little too similar to the house he grew up in and he would hate to live in anything bigger.
as for his screensaver/lockscreen... oh anon i don't know how to tell you this, but i lowkey see him as the guy that keeps the default wallpaper for as long as he had the phone. but later on, i can totally see him having lena as his screensaver, just so while he checks time, he can also see the face that keeps him going every day!
as to where he shops for clothes? bb i'm going to be honest, i have no idea what kind of clothing stores america has 😭 but i just know he's the type of guy that buys a shirt/pants in bulk and in every color when he likes the material and the way it fits (me). i do think he'd hate going shopping to the mall and when he can, he'd go to a smaller local shop where the clerk could help him to pick out what's the best looking and feeling.
also i am a strong believer that one of pope's favorite past times off the clock is doing crosswords and sudokus!
i hope it satisfies you and it was something you were looking for, anon! love you!
went to a costco-like store today. bought myself a beer on a sale. it's a pumpkin spice flavored beer.
which got me thinking - grant reilly x gf!reader that went with him to get ingredients and supplies to a huge store and got distracted by the amount of items they didn't know existed.
"Babe! Look! I haven't seen those in fifteen years! It's my childhood!" You exclaimed, holding up a huge bag of a specific brand of puff chips in your favorite flavor. Your eyes were gleaming every since you entered the store. The warehouse-like shelves were going up to 20 meters, the refrigerated section was a huge walk-in refrigerator which size was comparable to three of your apartments layed out side by side. It was like a dream come true - there was everything you could dream of. And many things you didn't even dared of dreaming.
"So put it in the cart, sweetheart. We'll get it on a receipt, though." Grant sighed fondly at your happy squeal and the bright pack of puffs landed in their industry-sized cart he insisted on pushing. He loved spoiling you. And seeing you being this happy over something this small? It got him feeling all warm inside.
You browsed through the store some more. Grant was getting ingredients for his restaurant and most of the time, you were there to just yap his ear off. But he loved it, loved having you in every element of his day. What he didn't exactly love was you running off between the aisles with a loud gasp and calling for him like it was a national emergency.
"Grant! Grant, quick, you have to see it!" You poke your head out of the aisle and waving a hand at him so he scurries in quickly. When he reached you, he had to let out a slow and almost painful sigh. It was a full wall of every, and I mean every RedBull flavor there is on the market. "See? A RedBull shrine! Oh my God, White Peach!" You already pick up a four pack of the energy drinks you only see seasonally.
"I hope we don't get to the chocolate aisle." Grant thought to himself, but couldn't fight back a smile. He was smitten, he knew that. He'd do anything for you, buy you everything, if it only made you lit up like this for the rest of his life.
man i love those huge stores. almost make me wanna work in gastronomy again <3
