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Meena. 36. Taurus.

I reblog and post about Shawn Hatosy´s many characters with some random blurbs here and there unrelated to that

I love reading and writing - currently obsessed with writing about Pope Cody and Jack Abbot

I'm an introvert at heart

I don´t use AI for any of my written work - all my ideas are my own

•My master list of fics •

thebugsfollow

Shawn talking about Kelly

harrystylesyogurt

robbyscoffee

coming home to jack after a night out with your friends and he’s sitting on the couch with his readers on and crawling in his lap while he asks about your night and you kissing him drunkly 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

UGH I NEED HIM SO BAD

august i’m about to absolutely lose my mind oh my GODDD

boyfriend!jack all engrossed in a book when your friends finally drop you off after a drunken night, readers perched on his nose like he must’ve fallen from heaven and landed in your living room. muttering, “sweetheart,” while you traipse over to the couch and somehow land in his lap, burying your face into the crook of his neck. “someone’s tipsy. y’have a good time, baby?” he’ll hum while he rubs the small of your back.

“sooo good, we had so much fun!” you burst, happy that he wanted to hear the details of your night.

“yeah? wanna tell me, honey?”

you just staring at him with this dazed look on your face like you were listening but not hearing him. jack immediately realizing you’re more than just tipsy, more so when your hands frame his face and you start to kiss his lips with an eagerness he only sees in you when you’re drunk.

“mmm, later,” you hum against him, trailing kisses wherever your lips can reach, from his lips to his cheeks to his jaw and back again. “kiss me!”

jack only laughs and puts his readers aside, settling his hands on both sides of your waist. “you can have all the kisses you want, sweet girl.”

abbotsmyhabit

andrew cody who sneaks into the bathroom after staying over at your place to brush his teeth with his finger as usual and spots an unfamiliar green toothbrush in the little cup where your purple toothbrush has always sat. his throat immediately gets tight. he didn’t realize you were seeing other people. he certainly isn’t. and in a moment of hurt more than anger he grabs the green toothbrush and walks back out to your bedroom.

“what is this?” andrew says, holding up the toothbrush, as you rub your eyes and roll towards him with a groan.

“mm… good morning,” you hum, trying to wake up, “toothbrush,”

“whose toothbrush?” he says, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you, trying not to sound desperate.

“yours,” you say, voice still scratchy with sleep.

“this isn’t mine,” andrew says.

“well, i guess technically not yet, yeah,” you sigh, sitting up and shifting closer to him, placing a soft kiss on his cheek, “you gotta use it first,”

andrew just sort of stares blankly at you and you finally wake up enough to catch on to what’s happening in that head of his.

“i got it for you,” you say, threading your fingers through his curls which have fluffed up with sleep, “for when you stay here,”

“you got this for me?” andrew blinks at you.

“well, i know it’s not the most romantic gift,” you smile, placing a kiss on his shoulder, exposed by his muscle tee, “but i thought it might be nice,” you mumble against his skin.

andrew drops the toothbrush on the bed next to him and takes your face in his hands, kissing you sweetly. you giggle against his lips, pulling yourself closer to him.

“thank you,” he says your name tenderly, forehead resting against yours.

“you’re so sweet,” you say, placing another quick kiss on his lips, “it’s just a toothbrush,”

“no- it’s-” andrew sighs trying to collect his thoughts, “it’s just nice that you thought of me,”

“well, i think about you a lot,” you smile.

“yeah?” he says, a blush spreading across his cheeks.

“mhm,” you nod before leaning forward, peppering kisses to his neck softly, “i like you,” you murmur between kisses.

andrew sighs, his eyes fluttering closed, god he likes you so much. in a little burst he grabs you by your hips, lifting you around his waist as you grab the back of his neck with a giggle. he stands, swiping his toothbrush from the bed, carrying you to the bathroom.

“andrew,” you squeal, “what are you doing!”

“i gotta try out my new toothbrush,” he says, placing you gently on the counter next to the sink. he stands between you legs as the two of you brush your teeth, giggling and exchanging minty kisses. you both rinse, smiling almost shyly at one another before he passes you a little hand towel to wipe your mouth with.

“so…?” you say, resting your hands on the edge of the counter, leaning towards him, “i’d like the review for your new toothbrush,”

andrew just smiles at you, pushing further between your legs, resting his hands on your waist. he places a soft kiss on your lips, your mouths moving together slowly. he pulls you closer with a sharp tug, slipping his tongue past your lips, the sharp sweetness of peppermint dancing in your mouths.

greek-lovers

no shit impresses me but a genuine soul

heyvamin

“personality or looks?” idk maybe emotional intelligence

greek-lovers

thebugsfollow

And I’ve always said this💁‍♀️

cryptic-doe

once pope gets close enough with someone in a relationship, personal space/alone time becomes a foreign subject to him. like he still couldn't believe that he was able to become your boyfriend, so just the thought of willingly leaving you alone is unfathomable.

if you wanna go outside, he's nearby with a towel dry shirt of his to wear for when you get out of the pool. he even has a smaller towel that he uses to dry the ends of your hair that got wet. when you're watching tv, he's touching you in some way. sometimes it's a hand on your knee. or an arm draped around your shoulders. if his day was particularly bad, he's laying his head in your lap, eyes drooping as you run your fingers through his curls.

you wanna take a shower? that's fine, but you're not gonna be alone. pope will follow you into the bathroom, sitting on the toilet seat as you shower. most of the time he won't even say anything to you. just being around you is enough for him. sleeping alone is practically impossible now. he'll pull you into his chest, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. his nose pressed into your hair as he breathes you in. if you somehow fall asleep without him touching you in some way, it's a guarantee that you'll wake up with his limbs around you like a spider monkey.

you'd think that around his brothers he would tone down his clingliness by just a bit, but that couldn't be farther from the truth. it's like he's heightened it up to eleven. like a big and grumpy pit bull who only likes you. you're cooking lunch for the boys after they went out surfing. pope comes into the kitchen, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek. craig, who follows in after him, makes a gagging noise at the sight. to which pope just glares at him deeply for.

it's kind of hard to make sandwiches when there's a 5'9 and almost two hundred pound man practically glued to your side. but lucky for you, he's willing to help in any way. once lunch is prepared, one by one, they grab their plates and say 'thank you.' craig sticks behind for just a second, grabbing a beer from the fridge. but apparently, that's just too close for pope's liking. he stares his younger brother down until craig moves

"jesus, man, she's all yours. thanks again by the way," he says to you, before following his two other brothers outside on the deck.

"he was just getting a beer, baby. nothing for you to worry about," you say, pushing back a stray curl from pope's face. "he was still too close," he murmurs, dropping his head into your neck. this makes you laugh softly. he really is your own overgrown puppy. but you wouldn't have it any other way with him.

#this is very much pope #our baby #pope cody #shawn hatosy #andrew pope cody #andrew cody