my fingers won’t stop twitching i need to make a bullseye/dex smau where he’s readers stalker after he sees her once and she just exudes kindness and peace and love and he needs Dat so bad
Pope at the cabin finding Lena and reader passed out on the couch with Lena sleeping comfortably on reader while reader is like snoring and he drapes a blanket over the both of them!!! forehead kisses can also be added hehe
not even gonna lie the mf would tear up just a little bit 😭😭 both his girls?? cuddled up?? the book you were reading her is sprawled on the floor and it’s her favorite and Baz gets annoyed when he has to reread it for her but you never do, you’ll reread the same sentence over and over again until she deems fit!!!!!! he caresses Lena face so gently, placing a kiss to her forehead. and when he gets to you…….. he’s frozen!! what does he do? does he caress your face too????? he doesn’t. he moves your hair from your face but it stubbornly falls back and makes you twitch and he’s scared you’re gonna wake up. you don’t. and then, he places a kiss to your forehead and runs off like a scared little girl
the way pope and reader are sooooo toxic in TND/IIO makes me not even wanna beg ask for a 3rd part/happy ending bc reader doesn’t need him in her life 😭 fr tho I usually stay away from angst bc I relate to reader (being down bad for a man who doesn’t care if I live or die) and it makes me want to JUMP but idk something about your angsty writing fucking hits!! it slaps!! help me I’ve been assaulted! anyway keep up the good work. also I cannot stop saying PLEEK (never watched glee had to look it up when deran mentioned that “gay ass show” #happypride) (yes I’m also reading ur smaus and I genuinely cannot stop laughing at them) (ok luv u bye)
she really doesn’t need him at all 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I wrote one scene and i scrapped it cause I watched the movie obsession and suddenly ain’t shit romantic bro gtfooooo!!!! But also love you and thank you for reading ur so sweet
im always so baffled that some people haven’t watched glee cause that was my childhood show 😭😭😭 that and jersey shore raised me. WATCH IT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Idk if you’ve talked about it bc I’ve unfortunately been off tumblr for a bit but will you be finishing MMAOS? also I don’t mean any pressure or anything like that! Was just wondering!
hiii bb I do want to finish it at some point but my motivation for it has completely fallen off 😭😭😭😭 idk if it’s because of the show ending and i have no new material to keep me obsessed (still one of my favorite shows ofc, with or without new eps) it also doesn’t help that it’s not really plot heavy if that makes sense? it’s technically just sporadic messages of social worker reader at the pitt while sc IS plot written. hopefully soon
bitchhhhh you're too funny 😹 I started following you after reading Meet Me at Our Spot, and I just speed-read Sweet Creature (even tho I've never watched Animal Kingdom (planning to tho after finals!)) and I was lmao-ing harddddd. Pls never stop your smau they're too damn funny. If you're open to writing other characters from da Pitt, might i suggest a Mr. Dr. Park 😗 and a Mr. Dr. Robby 😜. Also, fun fact, I made Jack Abbot and Robby in Tomodachi life and I wanted them to fight over me but Robby ended up liking me first, my character liked Jack, Robby confessed to me and I denied him, then karma hit me like a damn truck and I confessed to Jack and got denied, then my character fell for Robby and now we sweethearts 👯♀️
first of all thank you bb I love it when ppl read sc without having watched ak cause yall really giving me chance 😭😭😭😭😭😭
robby is definitely on my list, im working on some requests for him rn!!!!!!
dude I loooooove it when ppl put abbot in their tomadavhi 😭😭😭😭😭 I hope you and robby live happy ever after 🫰
yapper anon here again but yeah, comic bullseye is genuinely evil, like irredeemable through and through. hes actually just so pathetic to the point you hope hes killed off in the next issue. as much as i find him interesting in the comics and like his character for being an unsympathetic villain, i do prefer his show iteration more because of how more nuanced he is. they explore his deeper themes and psyche a lot better than his comic version imo and even though this interpretation does make him a bit more sympathetic, his actions balance it out and characterizes him as someone who’s more unpredictable and unstable rather than straight-up evil like lester, which i find is more enjoyable. OFC i hope this doesn’t deter you from picking up any of the comics, i’d just be wary of which issues to pick up because some writers are genuinely sadistic as FUCKKK 😭 (i think i honestly prefer a lot of the older comics and his earlier appearances when it comes to characterization)
yes!!! ive seen that he has much much more of a deeper analysis in the show than the comics, “evil” wise! which is exaaaaaaactly why i want to watch first and not read the comics yet tbh😭 cause obvi what he’s done in the show is bad but it’s clearly been much worse and I don’t want to be tainted cause i can either VERY much love a white man or VERY much hate him 😭😭😭
cause okay lester isn’t dex and dex isn’t lester but… I don’t want to go in tainted if that makes sense?
Lena’s legs are kicking back and forth on the counter that she’s sitting on. The sleek marbled countertop is a mess, thanks to you. For as long as you’ve known Lena, she’s made it abundantly clear just how much she loves pancakes. All sorts of them, blueberry, chocolate chip, and brown sugar— all of the possible combinations. Sprinkles, maraschino cherries, and a crap ton of whipped cream.
“No sprinkles today, Lena Beana.” You hum as you mix the batter in the bowl. You can’t get it right. It’s either too watery or too thick. You can’t put the correct amount of ingredients and Lena’s amused as she watches you.
“Cherries?” She asks, holding onto her stuffed bunny.
You think about it. It’s ten pm, she can’t have much sugar or she’ll be too rowdy. Even now, she tells you she can’t sleep, you can’t worsen it. “Only natural, not maraschino.”
She pouts, bottom lip jutting out. “Those aren’t as yummy.” But she’s distracted when a glob of your batter spills out of your bowl.
“Fuck.” You curse, hands sticky.
“Curse word.” Her soft voice tries to scold you.
“Sorry, mama.” You apologize as you grab far too many napkins to clean yourself up.
The laugh that leaves the little girl has you turning to look up at her after minutes of concentration. “What are you laughing at?” You poke her belly, making her giggle some more.
“You’re really, really bad at this.” She glances at the mess of ingredients you’ve created. There’s flour on counter, spilled milk and water, butter and oil smeared all around.
You sigh, admitting defeat. “Yeah, I am.” You grab the cereal Nicky had picked up specifically for moments like these. “Froot Loops instead?”
She nods, her leg hair bouncing around her. “Yummy.”
You grab a bowl from the cabinets, along with a spoon, clattering across from where she’s now sitting, having moved to a stool.
“You should ask my uncle Pope for help.” She speaks with a mouthful of cereal. “He likes to clean.”
The grin falls to your lips easily at the mention of Pope. “You, Lena Blackwell, are a genius.” You press a kiss to her temple, whipping your phone out. You send him a text that reads, ‘NEED HELP ASAP.’
He doesn’t rush downstairs, not like you thought he would. His eyes are immediately on Lena, even with his calmed demeanor, making sure she’s not injured. And then, to you. You’re grinning as you lean against the counter, “funny story, handsome,” you hum. “There was a robbery! Wasn’t there, Lena?”
The little girl nods with a mouth full of cereal, scooping some more in her spoon.
“That right?” He asks roughly, unamused.
You nod, “yes. And you know what’s so horrible? They tried to take the expensive stuff but then they changed their path to the kitchen. And then, they tried to make pancakes.”
“Tried?” He asks as he makes his way to the countertop, lifting a spoon that’s in a puddle of the white sludge.
“No. They succeeded because they were really smart and knew how to cook.” You watch as he takes the mess in, carefully moving around the countertop, circling you and Lena. “And then, they took the cooked pancakes and told Lena she could only have Froot Loops. It was sick.”
Lena nods, speaking with a mouthful of food. “It’s true, uncle pope!”
Pope shakes his head, grabbing a towel from the sink, ready to get to cleaning. “Lena, don’t follow in her footsteps. Lying is bad.”
You grin, turning to Lena who’s already watching you, waiting to hear what your argument is. You shake your head at her, silently telling her to forget his words. She’s content with that response, going back to her cereal.
“It’s not lying. It’s story-telling.” You defend playfully, letting him clean the mess you’ve made. “I’m building up her imagination. She’s going to write best-selling novels.”
He scoffs, “says the liar.”
“Not a liar.” Both you and Lena speak at the same time. You two fall into fits of giggles.
“You’re copying me.” You tease her.
She grins, “no, you’re copying me.”
“Nuh-uh.”
“Yuh-huh.”
“Children.” Pope chastises, both of you turning to look at him as he’s moving the used plates and utensils into the sink. “Lena, go get ready for bed. You,” his glare isn’t tense as usual but it’s directed to you. “Wash the dishes.”
You groan as Lena runs off with a giggle to her temporary bedroom. “Come on, it’s not my fault. It’s the robbers.”
“Yes.” He repeats, “it was the robbers fault but they left and you’re here. Wash.”
Despite the attitude that you have, you do decide to do it as he does the rest. You two clean in silence. It’s not horrifically awkward but silence means you overthink. And overthinking is bad. You have to keep going or it’ll be too much to handle.
“Pope?”
He doesn’t speak, a simple hum tells you to keep going.
You don’t respond immediately, and you can feel the way he turns to face your back, “what?” His voice seems to be naturally harsh so you don’t flinch or stress over the tone.
You put the plate down, turning to face him, wiping your wet hands with the dry rag beside the sink.
You’re not nervous around men often. Most don’t hold a candle to you. To how great you know you can be. To how great you know you are. But Pope isn’t just any man. From the second you saw him three years ago at the grocery store, you know this was it. You knew even then, that Andrew Cody is the guy you’re going to end up with. And yet, you still don’t speak.
The air is charged with tension. No, not tension. Softer. You can’t quite put your finger on it as you two stand there, barely a few scuffles apart, staring at each other.
Your breath hitches, itching to say these words out loud. “I really like you.” You admit, a little too easily, because of how intensely you mean them. Wholeheartedly. Irrevocably. In any way to describe how truthful you're being.
He doesn’t hesitate, “you’re lying.”
Your eyebrows furrow, a scoff bubbling out of you. “Excuse me?”
He shrugs, swinging a clean rag over his shoulder, arms crossed as he leans against the countertop. “That’s your hobby, right?”
Now you’re offended, crossing your arms over your chest as well, “is that why you never take me seriously? You think that, because I like to lie, that my feelings for you are a lie, too?”
“Would I be wrong to think so?”
It’s your turn to not hesitate, “yes.” Breathily, “I wanted you the second you walked into the store.”
“What?” His face scrunches in confusion, in that same cute way that makes you smile.
“Nothing.”
“No,” he takes a single step forward. “What store?”
You wanted to hang this over him longer but you can’t. The excitement is burning through you. You need to tell him just how long he’s been invading your thoughts without even knowing his name. You need to tell him how much worse this need for him has intensified since getting to know him.
“You really don’t remember me?”
“Of course I remember you.” He sounds offended by whatever accusation you’re throwing at him. “I think about you all the time.”
You take a step towards him as well. “You do?”
He rolls his eyes, “don’t let it get to your head.”
You laugh, “you’re letting it get to yours.”
“What? It’s not.”
“Not that one.” You hum.
He grabs the towel on his shoulder and covers his crotch as you cackle. “Shut up.”
You shrug, still grinning. “Helen’s.” You speak the name of the grocery store. It’s a small, family owned grocery store, one where the owners are always over and chitchatting with the customers. A staple in the tight-knit community.
“That your mother or something?”
You shake your head, “the grocery store.”
“Okay… you want me to go to Helen’s? What do you need?”
You groan, eyes shutting momentarily, trying to keep your emotions intact. You open them to his body much closer to yours, closing the distance. His hand is ghosting over your cheek, scared to touch you. “Do it…” your voice is small and desperate.
It happens so fast. His hands fall to your cheeks, forcing your face up as he pushes you to lean against the sink, knee slotting between your thighs. His nose is nudging against yours, breath heavy against your lips.
You’ve had his thumb in your mouth and his fingers in you. And not a single kiss. A forehead kiss but you’re not counting that. You need to kiss him. Have to. You’re desperate for it. You try to push your face to his but he holds your face back. “No.” His voice is whiney as he speaks, forehead against yours. “No.” Neither of you pull away.
The camera linked to the doorway chimes, reading the license plate out loud in its robotic and monotonous voice. A button beeps and a familiar voice is heard as the machine asks to state his name. “Barry Blackwell.”
He doesn’t fully pull away, not until the front door opens and in comes Baz.
You clear your throat, fixing your shirt as Pope goes back to cleaning. You smile politely at Baz, “Mr. Blackwell.” You greet. “Welcome.”
His smile toward you is seen as charming by most. And you don’t hate it, but you don’t care for it. “You can call me Baz.”
You grimace softly with a laugh, shaking your head. “No… my step-dad tells me to never put my boss at my level.”
Baz ignores this, turning to his brother, watching him carefully. “You good, bro?”
Pope nods stiffly, “good.”
It’s awkward. Pope clearly isn’t good and his brother knows this. You know this. And Baz is about to push, about to ask again, when you jump in. “I’ll show you to your room.” You push off the sink. “It’s right across Lena’s. Come on.”
Baz nods, grabbing his bags again and following behind you as you lead him out of the kitchen. You don’t turn to look at Pope, scared to see how upset he is. Not for fear, but because the disappointment in his features will make you want to rush back to him in front of their company.
“This is a really nice place.” Baz chimes as he inspects the walls and furniture around.
You hum, nodding. “Yeah. Sammy’s parents are really well off.” You tell him. “He’s a stockbroker or something like that, I don’t know, some boring stuff. Mother’s a lawyer.”
He whistles softly, “fuck. Should’ve picked a different career.”
You huff a small laugh, opening the door to his bedroom for the next few days. “Property manager isn’t cutting it?” You joke.
“Not even close.” He drops his bag as she leads him into the sleek and clean room. “They happily married?”
You smile softly, “very happily.” You answer, unsure of what to say next. “Uhm… it’s late. I’m gonna go put Lena to bed and—“
“How is she?” He cuts you off. “Lena? Was she… upset?”
It almost warms you to know that he does care, which gets harder and harder to believe the longer you take care of the little girl. “At first, yeah. But she got over it. She’s having fun here. She picked some fruit with the gardener and Nicky when we got in. We’re thinking of making a pie tomorrow.”
He lets out a breathy little laugh, nodding as he slumps onto the edge of the bed, taking a much needed seat. You’re slowly sliding back to the door, needing a quick escape. “So, you—“
He interrupts you again, “thank you, by the way.” He hums. “Allison’s boyfriend doesn’t want her to watch kids anymore while pregnant. And her mother…” he trails off for a moment. “She doesn’t care for being a mother any longer, clearly. Know you weren’t fond of kids at first, heard J mention it to Nicky. But youre good with her.”
You take the compliment, “thank you. She’s… she’s a really great girl.” You add, “so, can—“
Again. “You are too.” You tense at his words. “You’re a great girl.”
“Oh… uhm…” you wipe your sweaty palms against your bottoms, drying them as best as you can. “Tha-thank y—“
You almost want to yell when you’re interrupted again. But you feel relief wash over you when Lena rushes into the room, “daddy!” She jumps into her fathers arms, cheering happily and rambling away about what she did today.
This gives you the chance to slip out of the room, a heavy breath leaving you once you’re in the clear. “Fuck…” you mutter softly, anxious from the too long moment.
You push off the wall you were leaning against, eyes falling onto Pope’s as he stands at the stairway, watching you with a cup of warm milk at hand. For Lena, of course. He’s watching you carefully, worried. You send him a small smile and walk to your bedroom, embarrassed.
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omg i dont ever send asks on tumblr but ur genuinely one of my favorite smau writers and dex has been my hyperfixation for so long so its so exciting to see you get into daredevil too!!! i dont want to spoil much of both of the shows in case you plan on watching both completely but dex is genuinely such a complex character ESPECIALLY in the mcu. i’m not sure how much you know about his obsession with his ‘north stars’ so i dont wanna get into everything in case you’re wanting to go in blind, but i think its one of the most endearing parts of his character because of how its portrayed and how he diverges most obsessive character tropes in media. in the comics he’s still very complex but he’s VASTLY different from show!dex so thats just my little heads up in case you ever plan on reading any comics with him too! (he’s way worse in the comics tbh 😭😭) i honestly love both versions of him though, hes such an interesting character. SORRY 4 YAPPING A LOT IM JUST SO EXCITED TO SEE U GET INTO IT!!!! i hope you enjoy it as much as i did!! i absolutely love your posts so much so its so cool seeing you get into the media im into as well!!!
first girl don’t be sorry about yapping in my asks. i love yappers. and second, i love you thank you for being willing to break out of your comfort zone and talk to meeee ur so sweet
i saw a little something about the north star topic online!!! i wasn’t sure the exact context to it and i still don’t and now im super excited to see what it is 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 i did see the “balancing the scales thing” which, at first i was like boi wtf dat mean and i hoooooope my little blurb was how he meant it?😭 Im telling you i went in with one on analysis video on tiktok and nothing else LMAOAOAOA
I’m 100% getting into the comics!! I’ve seen that he’s a MOOOONSTER in them and that’s so interesting to me!! I just recently started collecting comics! the only marvel universe/heroes im into are the fantastic four and i already have a ton of theirs heheheheh so yknow what, he’s next mweheheheh
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