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2k follower celebration masterlist
andrew 'pope' cody:
i love you (andrew pope cody x single mom! reader) - andrew realizes how much you and your daughter mean to him
guilty as sin series (stalker!pope x reader) - after a chance encounter, you become all andrew thinks about while he's in prison. once he's released, he does whatever is necessary to make you his
nothing to worry about - andrew helps you after some heavy menstrual bleeding at night
the pitt:
let me show you, baby (18+) (med student au) - you're trying to study in the library for your upcoming exam when jack abbot decides to disturb you
it'll be alright (jack abbot x grad student!reader) - when you receive heartbreaking news about your schooling, jack is there to pick up the pieces
celebrating you (jack abbot x bisexual!reader) - jack wants to celebrate you during his first pride month with you and asks santos for advise
charlie reid
revenge (18+) (ex boyfriends dad!charlie reid x reader) - you get revenge on your ex by sleeping with his dad
titus danforth
venus fly trap (18+) - you're in need of the protection a husband can provide and titus danforth is the perfect candidate
in sickness and in health - you're sick and titus is beside himself
i need you - after killing your husband, you ask titus for help
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This is just a fun little thing Iāve been wanting to do since the dawn of time but could never find a post to reblog that satisfied what I wanted. So I made this, feel free to reblog and use it yourself!
you didnāt know why, but youād always find at least one part of your body at a particularly freezing temperature. usually it was your feet or your hands. at night, youād be curled up underneath a thick blanket, fluffy socks adorning your lower limbs to keep them cozy. during the day, youād opt to be in the sun, soaking up the golden rays. anything to keep your body warm.
even craig had commented on your sheer frostiness. one touch from you and he recoiled back like a snake.
ājesus, what are you a vampire?ā heād yelped once when you grabbed his arm.
thatās why when you started dating andrew, he became your personal heater.
more often than not youād find yourself hugged against him. his broad back against your chest. youād lean your cheek against him, holding him tighter as you tried to soak up every bit of his warmth. when there would be a party at smurfās, youād be sat in his lap. his balmy hands rubbing at your thighs as you lied back against him.
it surprised you how hot he ran. with andrewās silent and stoic demeanor, you wouldnāt have expected him to have been so toasty. but thatās what you liked about him. despite his initially cold impression, he was a sweetheart at his core.
your need for warmth was worse at the end of the day.
youād practically throw yourself over andrewās entire figure. nuzzling your face into the crook of his shoulder. your cold feet would wrap around his impossibly tepid calves, rubbing them softly to generate more friction.
andrew would tense at first, but then acclimate to your temperature. he relished in warming you up. it meant that you enjoyed him, the way his body felt against yours. andrew was a very touch starved person, and with your constant clinginess it made him feel comforted. he felt at ease in who he was, especially who he was with you.
of course there were other ways that he could warm you upā¦ but for now he was content with your body curled up on top his own.
a/n: whatās up guys, i think im considering taking requests, so feel free to drop some in !!
ālooking at the feeling, i know what youāre missing.ā
3k words
cw: fem!reader, reader gets naked and wears makeup, hurt/comfort if you squint, reader takes a shower with pope in the room, slightly suggestive language but no smut, avoidant behavior from the reader, mentions of smurf being evil but when is she not, uhhh sorry im not 100% what im supposed to put here first time writing a fic
You woke up alone.
The broad beefy arms that normally wrapped around you and the face that tucked perfectly into the sweet spot where your neck and shoulder met were gone. And what was left was a singular pillow and the side of the blanket that made it seem like youād just imagined someone was sleeping there, but you knew. You knew your boyfriend had just neatly arranged both before he left on a job, unable to leave it behind unkept.
This hadnāt been unusual; Pope had been gone recently, sent on a number of jobs by Smurf. The times you saw him were few and far in between, in the late nights and early mornings. You had suspected it was due to your new presence in the Cody house. You had begun staying over more often, and this was Smurfās attempt to separate you and Pope and remind you of his loyalty and priority to his family over any fleeting romance. Over you.
And what could you really do about it, you two were staying under her roof. And even if you werenātā¦ Smurf always got her way.
You got up with a sigh; Popeās old shirt swaying around your thighs as you shuffled out of his room. You wiped at your bleary eyes as you came to in the bathroom.
āFuck.ā You cursed at your appearance in the mirror, you were supposed to shower last night and remove your make up. But Pope had come home earlier than expected and you jumped at the chance to have him to yourself. Now your eyeliner and mascara had smudged giving you a messy and unintentional smokey eye. You stared at your appearance a little longer, listening to the silence within the Cody compound which told you that it was just you in the house. Alone. Again.
You didnāt care. You told yourself. Smurf could isolate you all she wanted and youād stick it out for your sweet boy if it meant proving your loyalty. You snapped out of your head, god you were starting to become paranoid, maybe Smurf had gotten to youā¦.
You opened the bathroom door to go grab some extra clothes and a towel from Popeās room when you heard the front door open, a ruckus filling the Cody compound.
You heard Craigās boisterous laughter filling the air. āIām telling you, man, youāve been off your game.ā You heard the second eldest state. You scurried into Popeās room; while you didnāt normally avoid the rest of the Cody family, you werenāt too sure you wanted them to see your impromptu raccoon makeup.
āIām not off anything.ā You heard your boyfriendās muffled response. You imagined his gruff face and frown on his face as you dug through the collection of your clothes he had sorted into a specific drawer the more you began staying over.
āItās 9 in the morning, Craig.ā Deran complained out as you heard the familiar sound of a beer being grabbed from the fridge. āAnd where are you going?ā He called out to someone.
āBed.ā Pope single-wordly replied, as you heard his footsteps began approaching the room.
āOoh say hi to the missus for me,ā Craig teasingly called after him, sipping on his beer. Pope ignored him, opening the door to his room, expecting to see you still in bed. He froze in the doorway at the sight of your back digging through the wardrobe, closing the door softly behind him.
āWhatāre you doingā¦.ā He softly asked, afraid.
The sight of your back and the sound of clothes being dug through, triggered a memory of Julia that he didnāt want to think about. It was after a particularly bad fight between her and Smurf when they were teens. He remembered her packing her things, furiously crying, mumbling about finally ārunning awayā and urging Andrew to come with. He remembered how he stood there watching unable to choose between his twin and his mother at the time. He remembered sheād come back after 8 days but still too stubborn to say anything to Smurf for another week.
āJust looking for my clothes, baby.ā Your reply snapping him out of his trance as you continued digging for a specific shirt. You loved your boyfriend, but you couldnāt figure out how he organized your things for the life of yourself.
āWhyā¦. Where are you goingā¦ā Andrew hoarsely called out. He worried he was losing you too. He couldnāt, not when he had been working so hard recentlyā¦
āWhat? Nowhereā¦ I gotta shower babe.ā You huffed exhausted, giving up on finding the particular shirt.
When had you left all this clothes here? You couldāve swore there was more of your clothes here than your own place. You looked back, curious at Popeās silence, and instantly recognized his tense posture.
āAndy, baby, whatās wrong?ā You stood dusting off your hands, getting up to meet him at his spot by the door.
āAre you leaving?ā He whimpered looking at you sadly, tilting his head to the side, his frown curling down.
āWhat? No. Iām showering, where did you get that idea from?ā You said, flabbergasted at your boyfriendās outburst. He melted as you put a hand on his chest in comfort and another on his face to hold him.
Rubbing at the apple of his cheek with your thumb, Popeās hands gently curling around your waist. His hands taking up your sides as he brushed his own thumbs against your midriff. āWhatāre you looking forā¦ā He grunted softly, looking over your shoulder at the open drawer.
You chuckled awkwardly at the mess of the once organized clothes. āMy polka dot shirtā¦ā You offered him a bashful smile. He nodded and obediently went to his drawers, pulling it out with ease.
āThis one?ā He offered the top to you with an outstretched arm.
You nodded embarrassed by your obliviousness. āThank you, Andyā¦ā You kissed his cheek before turning around grabbing the towel and bottoms you had already found.
He took a silent step closer to you and when you turned around to leave your chest met his. Your eyes widened slightly as you tilted your head up to make eye contact with him. He gave you one his signature Pope Cody looks, like a shark locking on its prey.
āAndy?ā You asked softly. He melted as you saw past his mask, the glare and pout often mistaken for a frown aimed at your lips, silently urging you for a kiss. You giggled bouncing up on your tiptoes, pecking his lips.
He let out a displeased growl, sending a callous hand from your hip to the back of your neck, trying bringing you closer. However your towel and clothing in your hands got in between the two of you which made him frown as you two pulled away. You smiled softly up at him, mumbling a confession before you realized the impact. āMissed you so much,ā
He froze looking down at you. āSorryā¦ā He gruffly spoke. āBeen busyā¦ā As he bent down trying to plant another kiss on your lips but you turn your head slightly, dodging him. His kiss landed on your cheek, earning a whine from the bigger man as he rubs his face into yours.
āI knowā¦ā You mumbled, trying to remind yourself of the task at hand. You tightened your grip on your items and took a step away. āOkay, gotta shower before Baz takes all the hot water.ā You joke trying to relieve the tension, but as you make your way to the door you can feel Pope following you like a shadow.
You turn around shooting him a playful look. āWhatāre you doing?ā
He deadpans you with his arms behind his back, not answering. Your boyfriend was such a weirdo sometimes. You loved it, the corners of your lips upturned. You began walking away again and you hear the footsteps behind you, ignoring him. As you reach the bathroom, you turn around to shut the door but as you do your boyfriend catches it with a hand. āAndrewā¦ā you scold him with his first name, an action you rarely did.
āI missed you too.ā He confesses softly, nudging the door open, trying to follow you in.
āThatās good, honey, but Iāve gotta shower.ā You laugh softly trying to brush him off but your boyfriend urged forward, he was seriously like a puppy. You place your hand on the door trying close it, but he leaned his forehead against it. Pope kept his fingers gripping on the edge of the door preventing you from closing it.
āDonāt go.ā He whines under his breath, trying not to beg in the middle of the hallway in front of the others. āIāll be good, promise, missed you so much babyā¦.ā Pope urges gently pushing against the door. You were no match; not only against his strength but against his pleading too, so you gently let up.
You giggled as he came in; the Cody bathroom was by no means small, but with Popeās closeness the two couldāve fit in a porta-potty together. To anyone else, Andrew Cody invading their personal space was a form of intimidation. To you, it was a form of affection. You pointed him over to the toilet to sit and he nodded.
You began taking off your clothes but when you turned around you were met with your boyfriend grabbing yellow dish gloves from under the sink. Without hesitation, Pope began wiping down the toilet lid, but not before getting distracted with the countertop.
You let out a soft endearing smile, only your boyfriend could have a naked woman in front of him and still be more concerned about the state of the bathroom countertop. You shook your head, rolling your eyes playfully as he finished wiping down the toilet lid to sit on. You opened the glass door to the shower, turning it on and waiting for the water to heat up as you watched him sit on the toilet lid awkwardly.
He began wringing his hands together, looking anywhere but you and your body. You smiled teasingly, grabbing his hands and gently rubbing them. āYouāve seen me naked before, Andy.ā You reminded him.
āām knowā¦.ā He grunted, looking down at the tiles following the edges. He noticed the dirt that piled up in the grout. He glared at the dirt disapprovingly and put a deep clean of the bathroom on his to-do list, when he had the time. Before he could list another item, he gruntled at the tug of the curls at the base of his neck, causing him to look up at you.
You smirked down at him. āThen look at me. Whatāre you nervous forā¦ā You said playfully leaning down to plant another kiss on his lips. He groaned softly at the kiss, trying to follow you as you pulled away but you tugged him back by his auburn curls as punishment.
āNothing.ā He said softly, anxiety flatlining as you showered him with affection. You smiled at that as you gave him a final kiss, before leaving for the heated up shower.
He sighed softly as you disappeared into the steamy glass. He was relieved he could breathe again but already missed seeing you. āHow was the job today?ā He heard you shout over the rushing water.
āFine.ā He grunted softly under his breath. Craigās words from early still striking him. Off his game. He was never off his game, he was just off. That was his personality. The only reason he would be āoff his gameā is becauseā
āHuh???ā You shouted back, unable to hear his mumbling over the shower head.
Pope, frustratedly, shouted a little too loud. āFine!!ā After a few seconds, he gruffly apologized. āSorryā¦ā He didnāt want to talk about the recent jobs because he hadnāt even wanted to do them, Smurf had made him and he needed the money.
You pursed your lips at his response, heād been touchy on the subject of work recently but it was all he did, before continuing. āYou didnāt get hurt, did you?ā You asked him.
āNo.ā He replied truthfully, crossing his arms as he sat up straight, facing forward, watching your body through the wet glass. It was beautiful, the way your body moved even if it was distorted with steam and condensation. He admired you both sexually and as a work of art. In his eyes, no one could ever compare to your beauty, no one even registered as an option, the day you agreed to be his.
A comfortable silence filled the air as you began washing your hair and Pope continued to admire you through the glass. He began, āYāknow I was thinkingā¦ā he trailed off.
āYou were thinking what? I didnāt hear you.ā You popped your head out of the shower, curiously, thinking you missed what he had said. He froze at your face, the mascara and eyeliner had began to run with the water down your face. You looked more like a horror movie monster than a real person.
Regardless, he melted looking up at you from his seat on the toilet, a rare and small smile graced his normally monotone face. A warm giddy feeling, one that he had rarely ever felt in his troubled life, began igniting in his chest at realization of the comfortable domestic air between you two. Yes. He was sure.
āCan you get me my cleanser on the counter? Should be the white tall bottle,ā You interrupted his thoughts. Pope nodded, obediently grabbing the bottle he had seen you used every night before bed. A blush ran through his freckled face as his hand made contact with your wet one.
He let out an internal sigh as you dipped back into the shower he sat back down on the toilet lid patiently waiting for you to finish. āYou were saying?ā You called out to him, and Pope tensed up again at his train of thought.
āWas wonder if youā¦ā Pope began to grumble. You had turned the shower off to hear him better but what you heard made you freeze.
ā..wanted to move in together.ā Popeās eyes began darting around and he wrung his hands together at the sudden silence from both you and the shower.
āā¦likeā¦ away from here? Our own placeā¦?ā You wondered softly, staring at the water drops running down the green tiles.
āYeah..ā Pope shrugged as you said it aloud. āBeen working more jobs, got some money saved up from my cut.ā
You purse your lips. āThatās why youāve been gone? āCause you were saving for a placeā¦.ā You gasped, he could see the shock through the glass. He nodded even if you werenāt looking at him. āWell what about Smurf?ā You sputtered.
āLet me deal with her.ā Pope grumbled at the thought of his mother. He knew she wouldnāt like it, sheād have less control over him if he wasnāt under her roof.
But he also knew everyone else in the family knew you were good for him and honestly couldnāt wait to get you two lovebirds hitched and out of the house. So, they could throw more parties without him threatening to shut them down if you were disturbed. He could have Baz, Deran, and Craig whittle away at Smurfās stubbornness if they tried hard enough.
āOkayā¦ā You murmured softly under your breath. āLetās do it, letās move in together.ā You announced, more to yourself than him, in the shower.
Popeās head shot up from the stain on the drywall he wanted to scrub away to your form in the shower. He stood abruptly pulling open the glass door and sticking his head in. You jumped at his suddenly action reflexively covering your body as he had a small smile in his face.
āAw, but Iāve already seen you naked sweetheart.ā He teased, smirking, reminding you of your previous words. You hit him playfully, laughing as you wrapped your wet arms around him as you kissed him happily. He smirked into it leaning into you, placing a hand on your waist and another on the tile wall behind you, leaning over you.
As he tried to pull you closer he placed a hand in your hair, he froze at the soapy lather in your hair. Shit. Youād both forgotten that you were in the middle of a shower. You smiled up at him bashfully, gently pushing him back onto the drier side. He whined softly at the colder air, leaning his forehead against the door, he wanted you so bad it hurt.
āAndy.. thatās glass,ā You reminded him that you could see his smushed forehead against the glass, gently running your fingers over the opposite area where his forehead rested. Pope grunted, eyes closed as he, returned back on his spot on the toilet lid and crossed his arms. You laughed softly turning the shower back on to finish washing her hair.
Pope finished fixing the pillows on the white couch. Taking a step back looking at the couch as he backed up standing next to you. āDonāt like itā¦ā He murmured into the side of your head as he kissed it.
āDonāt like what, Andy?ā You patiently chided for clarification.
āPillowsā¦ theyāre offā¦ā He mumbled to himself.
You laughed at your boyfriendās comment āWell why donāt we finish building the skate ramp and decorating the pool patio, first.ā You murmured back reminding him of the unfinished projects around the house. You leaned up, kissing the corner of his mouth as he wrapped your arm around your waist giving you a proper kiss.
Together you and Pope had found a house that was perfect. It was close enough that Smurf approved and it allowed Pope to continue working Cody family jobs, but it was also far enough that you didnāt have Deran and Craig randomly squatting in your house. You required that it came with a pool, knowing Popeās love for the one from his family home, even if Pope insisted all he wanted was for his dream house was one with you in it.
authorās note: hi the idea of Pope being so clingy he follows the reader into the shower not to have sex and just be there was sooo cute to me i had to write, the thought has been plaguing my mind and no oneās wrote about it so i made this blog to post thisā¦. hopefully you like my writing enough to stick aroundā¦ my names kia and i love shawn hatosyā¦ but i dabble in other media too but am too lazy to make a introā¦ maybe another timeā¦ not proofreading im lazy !!! also feel free to send request but no guarantees unless it really resonates with me
Can i request Jack Abbot on a vacation abroad domestic and fluff
Thank youāŗļø
before anyone says anything, i know that's shawns character from hi-surf in the moodboard, i just like to think of him as jack on vacation
"Jack, what is this?" You stared down at Jack's phone, which you'd borrowed to double check your restaurant reservation time.
"What's what?" Jack asked, peering over your shoulder. You spun around to face him, your eyebrows pinched together in shock and confusion. You lifted your sunglasses to rest them on your head and thrust his phone into his face, screen first.
"Your phone is full of pictures of me!" More specifically, your boyfriends phone was full of candid photos of you that he'd managed to take without your knowledge. His camera roll was 90% pictures of you - you looking at art in the Lisbon museum, you sleeping in the hotel in Paris, you taking your own pictures of the coastline during the boat cruise in Venice. Every once and a while there was a photo of the scenery or a screenshot of a restaurant menu, but otherwise it was all you.
"Yes?" Jack asked slowly, obviously confused as to what the problem was.
"I didn't know you were taking these photos! There's an obscene amount of them!" You turned the phone back to yourself and scrolled frantically through the camera roll to find more pictures taken before this whirlwind Europe trip. Pictures of you staring into the fridge deciding what to eat, you reading a book on the couch, you applying makeup in the bathroom mirror. You didn't like having your photo taken and seeing so many photos you hadn't known about was jarring. Jack snatched the phone back and shoved it in his pocket.
"Well I love you an obscene amount." Jack replied, raising his eyebrows smugly. He reached out and took hold of your waist, pulling you closer until you were pressed against his chest.
"I love all those photos of you, I stare at them at work sometimes." He admitted. His words smothered your self conscious feelings and you looked up at him with bright eyes.
"Really? Why?"
"Because looking at them makes me feel better when I'm having a bad shift." Jack leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "You're my favourite person in the whole world, I love having a phone that's just full of you." You couldn't help but smile at the lovely sentiment and you reached up to hold his face so you could kiss him in gratitude. He always made you feel so happy and loved.
Hi! š I was hoping that I could get summer vacation build for: Brett Richards, Fair/Carnival, Fluff, tropes: Humor and Domesticity, and bonus playlist: šø spring in summer, please? Thank you š
stars above are chasing the day away (constellations (live) by jack johnson and eddie vedder)
You'd left Brett alone for one minute to grab yourself a caramel apple and he'd already found himself in a situation.
"What are you doing?" You asked with a laugh when you spotted your boyfriend over at the High Striker game. The game involved swinging a big hammer down onto a target to launch a puck up the tower to ring the bell at the top. Brett was taking a few practice swings over the target without actually hitting it to make sure he lined up his swing properly.
"The young boys challenged me to this game." Brett replied, referring to the other off duty firefighters standing around the game. Bodie held up his hands in defense.
"No we didn't!"
"They called him 'old man'." Sharron clarified to you in a hushed tone and you rolled your eyes. Brett lined up the shot, pulled his arms up and swung the hammer down hard. The puck shot up like lightning and hit the bell with a loud clang. The crowd erupted into cheers as you threw your hands into the air in celebration and Brett turned to you with a smug smile on his face. He jogged over to you and picked you up off your feet to spin you around in victory, making you laugh.
"Good job old man." You said, a cheeky smile spread over your lips as Brett set you back down. Brett leaned in and kissed the smile off your lips.
"Only you can call me that." Brett warned, a smile on his own lips. He took hold of your wrist and raised the caramel apple to his mouth for a bite, which you copied. You both said goodbye to the rest of station 42 and headed further into the fair as the sun continued to set on the horizon.
You both walked shoulder to shoulder, with one of Brett's hands in the back pocket of your jeans. You passed the caramel apple back and forth until it was gone and as you approached the Ferris Wheel, the speakers nearby played the soft guitar tones of Constellations by Jack Johnson. Brett pulled on your jean pocket, successfully spinning you around and catching you chest to chest. He swayed with you, one hand over your lower back and the other holding your hand. The two of you danced, just the two of you, with Brett spinning you and dipping you when he felt like it.
"You might be strong enough to dominate that carnival game but you're a softie to your core Brett Richards." You commented as you swayed slowly with him.
it's 3am and you've gotten up to pee when you notice that your husband pope cody is not in his usual spot next to you in the bed.
you turn on the lamp next to your bed, wake yourself up a bit, and then head out into the hallway to find where your husband has ended up, and that's when you see him.
he's taken a chair from your dining room table and set it up outside of your daughter's door. he's sitting with his arms crossed over his chest, his posture straight, and once he notices you in the hallway he moves his gaze up to you.
"andrew?" you question, "what are you doing?"
"she's been having trouble sleeping," is all he says to explain what he's doing. he's not wrong, the past couple of nights your daughter has inevitably ended up in your bed. you've woken up in the middle of the night due to her cold feet pressing into your legs as she shuffles in between you and pope.
when you ask her in the morning she'll tell you that she had a bad dream, and you don't think the way the light from her window casts a shadow on her closet door helps either.
"so you're going to sit here all night?" you ask.
"i wasn't going to sleep anyway," he says, "i'm here if she needs me." you walk closer to him and run your hands through his hair, taking a second to admire your husband and his heart full of so much love.
"do you need anything?" you ask, leaning down to kiss him on the forehead. "i can get you a blanket? a snack?"
"i'm fine," he says, but you disappear down the hallway and towards your living room anyway. when you return, you have a blanket in your hand.
"i could've gotten that myself."
"i know," you put the blanket in his lap. you know he's too stubborn to let you do things for him, but that doesn't stop you from doing them.
"i'll be in bed if you need me," you leave him with a kiss and head back to your bedroom.
@romantic-insomniac needs to get OUT of my DMs i cannot be coming up with more titus fic ideas
(virgin titus who doesn't know what he's doing but assumes he'll be good at sex because he's the most powerful man on earth, duh. but he lowkey sucks at it (even though he tries very hard and eats it for almost an hour) and you don't finish and he rolls over and cries after bcs why cant he do anything right?? but it's okay because you realize what the issue is so you force him to sit in a chair and watch you touch yourself so he knows what to do. and he begins to palm himself but you chastise him 'youre not here to feel good, titus, youre here to learn. so focus up.')
Iām seeing the vision - Titus who needs reassurance, who asks ālike that?ā āam I doing it right?ā āYeah? Iām making you feel good?ā, who smiles proudly when you praise him for a job well done, who crumbles when you call him a good boy
