[suturettee]

get to know suturette!

| currently on a short break from writing fics, but am still active! |

hello!! im suturettee, a 24 y/o momma who spends her time reading and writing about the most gorgeous men to walk the earth <3

if you want to read some of my work you can check out my masterlist or navigate my page through the tags listed below!

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[angelofthepitt]

make it up to you

summary: a few vague answers from your boyfriend andrew, turns into a missed date, turns into an argument, turns into a breakup, turns into makeup sex

content warnings: 18+ smut, oral sex (f!receiving), unprotected piv, creampie, breeding kink if you squint, pope makes reader use her words, secretive pope, slightly stalker pope; pope breaks into reader’s apartment, kind of insecure reader, yes chef one liner in there if you catch it, reader only addresses pope as “andrew” and “andy”, use of petnames (sweetheart, love, angel), prob some ooc pope cs i didn’t know what petnames he’d use, afab reader, umm i think that’s it lmk if i missed anything

wc: 3.1k

andrew has always been quiet. that’s why you two worked, with you always talking and him listening attentively to every word. but there’s a fine line between quiet and secretive.

you can’t exactly pinpoint when you first noticed it. the mumbles when you’d ask what it was like to be a property manager, or the one word answers when you’d ask how his day was. just the vagueness of it all.

when he started keeping a toothbrush at your apartment, you picked up on his irregular work hours more. how he’d leave early during game night because he needed to do an emergency property inspection for one of his tenants, or how he’d come late to a date because of an urgent heating issue in one of his building in san diego.

you’d tried to push it to the back of your mind and convince yourself it was just the weird, flexible work hours of a property manager. but that didn’t change the fact that you’d been dating for almost six months and he still hadn’t introduced you to his family. you had heard him mention his brothers, craig and deran, once or twice in casual conversation, but you didn’t know where they lived or what their lives were like. would they even like you?

the real problem was when he had never showed up for what was supposed to be a movie night but ended with you falling asleep on the couch with a bucket of cold popcorn on your coffee table. the only thing that pulls you out of your sleep is the echo made from the loud click of your front door unlocking, making your head snap up.

there he stood in your doorway, looking frozen and guilty as if he had just been caught—which he had. you rise to your feet, your blood pressure already rising as you stand in front of the sofa with your arms crossed, glaring from the small distance that felt so far.

“what time is it?” the question could’ve sounded genuinely curious if it weren’t for the icy look on your face.

“what?” andrew quietly asks, only speaking after a long moment when he realizes you actually want an answer.

“what time is it?”

he hesitantly pulls his phone out of his back pocket to check, saying, “2:17.”

you hum in response, pressing your lips together into a straight line. “so why’d you even bother coming?” you ask rhetorically.

“because i wanted to see you,” he says, the rhetoric seemingly flying over his head.

“you were supposed to be here at 8.”

“something came up at work.”

“‘til 2am?” you scoff. when he doesn’t respond, you pick up the bowl of wasted popcorn, moving to your right to discard of it in your kitchen. when you turn around from the trash can, you crash hard into his chest, not expecting him to be right behind you.

“i’m sorry,” he spoke, once you regained your balance.

“what came up?”

“i told you. work stuff.”

“what kind of work stuff?”

“property manager work stuff.”

“i can’t keep doing this with you, andrew,” you sigh as you walk past him, your small kitchen feeling claustrophobic at the moment. honestly, your whole apartment feels too full. like the air gets thinner every time you try to get a breath.

“doing what?”

you turn around to face him once more, “you’re hiding stuff from me.”

“i’m not hiding any—”

“stop lying!”

you don’t understand why he won’t tell you. does he not trust you with whatever he has going on in his life? you were supposed to be a team, but it seemed like everytime you pushed, he stepped back a little more. is there something worth hiding from you specifically?

“just tell me. whatever you got going on, i wouldn’t judge you.”

“i know you wouldn’t.”

“then why won’t you tell me?!” you’re begging at this point, desperate for your boyfriend to let you in.

he swallows at your outburst, seeming intimidated as if he’s not the most intimidating person on the planet. “there’s nothing to tell.”

you let out a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding. you’re just so over it. you don’t have enough energy to fight for something that shouldn’t need to be asked for—transparity.

“i’m done,” you sigh as you sit back on the couch. “just go.”

he puts out his hand, “sweetheart—”

“if we don’t have honesty, we don’t have anything. so just go.”

he stands there for another few seconds, like he’s either hoping you’ll change your mind or just straight up ignoring your protests.

“i said get out!”

he flinches back at the contrast of your harsh tone from your previously disengaged one. once he realizes you’re serious, he turns and walks out of your house, the door clicking quietly behind him.

the click echoes throughout your body. your heart is pounding against your rib cage. there was no taking it back now. but would you even want to? you had meant what you said—about the secrets, and the lying, and the honesty. but your heart still aches in his absence. the truth is, your heart has always ached without andrew cody in your life.

your next day isn’t much better on top of that. your boss gives you double your usual workload, so you have to stay late to finish it all, and your male coworker, for some reason, finds it necessary to comment multiple times on how “tired” you looked.

usually when you had a bad day, you’d go home and cuddle up on the bed with andrew, ranting about all the shitty things that had pissed you off. but now you had no one to go home to.

you fumble with your keys, dropping them as you try to unlock your front door. just another shitty annoyance to add to the list of shitty annoyances on this very shitty day. when you finally get into your house, you drop your bag right by the door, not having the energy to put it in its proper place. you kick off your shoes too, letting them lay in whatever spot they had found themselves in. you drag yourself to your bedroom, rubbing your eyes. when you open them, standing in the doorway, you jump at the sight of a figure sitting in your desk chair.

“holy shit!” you exclaim.

“you’re home later than usual,” andrew says with a steady voice, as if you were the one who had intruded and he was right where he was supposed to be.

“what are you doing here, andrew?”

“why are you late?”

“i told you to get out. it’s over.”

“why are you late?”

you cross your arms over your chest, unamused by his protectiveness—which was new for you. “my boss gave me a lot of work, i had to stay late to finish it all.”

“he giving you a hard time?”

“why are you here, andrew?”

“i’m always here.”

you scoff. “always? yeah, always, except when i need you to be.”

“i’m here now. so c’mon, lay down, and you can tell me all about your da—”

“i don’t want to lay down. i don’t want you here, what don’t you understand?”

“that’s not true.”

you scoff again. “look, i told you, it’s either you be honest with me or get out.”

“i am being honest.”

he says it so quickly and smoothly that you almost believe him. almost.

“really? then tell me the real reason you were late last night. and every night before that.”

“it’s not important.”

“so, yesterday there was nothing to tell, and now it’s not important?”

your mind races at the same rate as your heart. you don’t want to go there, but why else would he be lying to you? what else needed this secrecy?

“are you cheating on me?”

he takes a moment before speaking, furrowing his brows as if dumbfounded by the question, “what?”

“are you seeing somebody else?”

“no. why would you think that?”

“what else would you need to keep from me?”

seconds feel like hours as you both just look at each other. you want to believe him, you really do. you can’t even imagine andrew with another person, especially since it took a while before he truly got comfortable with you. but you can’t think of another logical reason for him to be keeping things from you. and if he was seeing somebody else, it’d make sense that he wouldn’t introduce you to his family. maybe you were the other woman.

he stands, ending the intense staring contest you were both engaged in. “if i could tell you everything, i would; but i can’t. i wouldn’t be keeping something private if i didn’t have a reason. i love you.”

tears prick at the corners or your eyes as your throat tightens, because you believe him. you truly believe he loves you and you love him too. but none of it is adding up. “then act like it.”

you turn your back to him as the tears finally spill over and coat your cheeks. your hands quickly move up to cover your face, wishing you could just sink into a hole in the floor. the exhaustion of work and arguing with andrew had finally silently imploded inside of you.

you feel big arms wrap around you, thumbs drawing small circles on your elbows, a broad chest pressed against your back. “’m sorry, sweetheart. didn’t mean to make you cry. let me make it up to you.”

you shouldn’t let him. you should fight back and insist he tell you the truth. but in this moment, in his arms, all you want is for him to take care of you.

you turn around in his arms, burying your head into his chest and letting the rest of your tears fall. one of his hands comes up to cradle your head while the other rubs your back in gentle circles. “i know. let it all out.”

when your sobs finally slow and your breathing evens out, he removes the hand from the back of your head, causing you to move away from his chest before his hand catches the side of your jaw. “listen to me. i would never do anything to hurt you. you understand?”

you nod in response before his lips capture yours. his hands move from your face to your waist to the back of your thighs, giving you a little tap as a signal to jump. you wrap your legs around his waist as the kiss continues and he moves you over to your bed.

he places you down on the mattress, settling in between your legs. he brings his lips to your tear-stained cheeks, whispering, “too pretty to cry,” as he peppers kisses along the wet lines.

he removes both of your clothes slowly as he goes back to kissing your lips, stripping you both down to just your underwear. he scoots down to be eyelevel with your cotton covered cunt, slowly moving his thumb up and down the shielded slit. “want me to make you feel good?”

you nod, making him remove him thumb. “use your words, sweetheart.”

“yes.”

“yes, what? say it.”

“yes, i want you to make me feel good.”

“okay,” he whispers before placing a peck to your covered clit, making your hips buck up.

“don’t worry. won’t take long.” he hooks his fingers into your undergarments, pulling them down your ankles. his breath ghosts over your core before he dives in, eating you like a starved man. your fingers grasp around his auburn curls as you suck in a breath through your teeth. he doesn’t slow his pace once as he devours you, licking and sucking in all the right places. his index and middle finger teases your entrance, gathering the slick before pushing in.

your head falls back against the pillows at the feeling. his digits are big but you know he’ll be bigger. soon. that exact thought is what makes you pull at his curls harder. “please, andy… inside…”

andrew keeps lapping at your folds, pulling away only for a moment to pull your legs over his shoulders and press messy kisses to your inner thighs. “need you to cum first. don’t want it to hurt,” he groans before shoving his face back down to your core. he zero’s in on your sensitive pearl while still slowly working his fingers inside you, making you clamp your legs together around his head. his movement don’t falter under the new grip, and you swear, under the haze of pleasure, you can feel him grinning against you.

it doesn’t take long before your breathy moans turn into high pitch whimpers and you’re grinding against his tongue. the noises you make are a mix of ‘andy…’, ‘yes!’, and ‘uh uh uh uh uh!’ to the same rhythm of andrew’s tongue.

“you close, sweetheart?” andrew asks, pulling away his mouth for a moment to look up at you while his two fingers still works on your insides. “you gonna cum f’me?” you whine in response, words seeming impossible for me. “i know, angel. i know,” he coo’s.

his mouth goes back to focusing on your heat, sucking and pulling at your clit. your choke on your gasp as he presses a third finger into you, thrusting faster. your hips buck up instinctively, chasing the feeling of that familiar pressure building. andrew’s free hand shoots up press his arm over your lower belly, holding you down to the mattress.

you’re finally pushed over the edge when you hear, and feel, andrew groan into you. your head falls back against the pillows, letting out a string of moans that starts with andrew’s name and ends in gibberish, as the vibrations flow through you.

when your thighs relax on his shoulders, andrew pulls away, placing one last peck to your clit. he moves his face to be level with yours again, holding himself up on his forearms by your head. “y’know, usually you’d be in trouble for doing that without asking,” he says before kissing you. smiles as he slides his tongue into your mouth, letting you taste yourself, then takes it away just as quickly. “you’re lucky you taste so good.”

he moves his lips to lick, suck, and bite your neck, collarbones, and chest. your fingers stay running through andrew’s locks as he works on marking you. he never wants you to think he’s seeing anybody else ever again. he is yours and you are his. “only you, baby. only ever you.”

he only stops when you start whining his name. ‘please. please, andy.’ you’re grinding your bare heat against his boxers in desperation, adding even more moisture to the wet patch that was already present. andrew keeps kissing a line up the column of your neck, almost deliberately teasing as he starts rocking his hips against you.

“you don’t have to beg me to fuck you,” he whispers, looking up at you with his big, chocolate-brown eyes, “i’m going to.” he captures your lips with his once again, his right hand positioned next to your head so his body can hover over yours, and the other groping your waist. he moves his dominant hand from your waist to his boxers, pulling them down just enough for his cock to spring out, falling to rest heavily on your thigh. your hand reaches down to stroke it, once, twice, before you feel a hand placed over yours to stop you.

“i need to get inside you, sweetheart.” you immediately respond with an eager nod, but andrew keeps speaking. “no— no condom this time. wanna feel all of you. want you to feel all of me.”

you respond by putting your lips on his. he groans into the kiss, moving to line up with hips with yours. he pulls back just enough to look into your eyes. “ready?”

“yes—fuck yes.”

he pushes into you slowly, filling you completely. you both let out a breath when he bottoms out. “oh, andy,” you pant.

“let me know when your ready for me to move,” he immediately replied, knowing your body needed to adjust to his size. by now, you’re used to the initial burn from your boyfriend stretching you out, but this was different. it was like you could feel him hit every crevice inside of you, feel every vein on his shaft. it was amazing.

once you start to relax against him, you tap your fingers along his spine, and he knows. he pulls out until you’re only left with the tip teasing you, before plunging back in. you dig your nails into his back at the feeling.

he continues his slow, deep strokes, your combined moans and heavy breathing filling the air. “faster, andy,” you breathe into his ear, and that’s all he needs to hear. he immediately starts pounding into you with a new found energy, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass bouncing off the walls. you cling to his torso, instinctively wrapping your legs around him.

the shift allows him to go deeper, dropping his head to the crook of your neck with a choked sound escaping his mouth. it might’ve been intended as a groan but his voice cracking makes it come out as more of a whimper.

you know he’s close when his rhythm starts getting sloppy. “gonna fill you,” he grunts. “gonna pump you sooo full. want it dripping out of you so i can push it back in. how’s that sound, sweetheart? you want that?” you whine as your legs get tighter around his hips, desperately grinding against his pelvis for some kind of friction against your clit. “yeah, i know,” andrew coos. “i know, love, but you gotta use your words. tell me what you want. tell me and i’ll give it to you.”

“please, andy—fuck! please, i need to cum!”

“go ahead, cum for me. wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

your orgasm hits you like a train, hard and fast, you walls clenching around him. the feeling pushed him over the edge as well, thrusting into you one last time as you feel something warm coat your insides. you could feel his length pulsing inside you, matching his heartbeat pressed against your chest.

you were both breathing hard, coming down from your highs and feeling all the sweat on your bodies. “i love you,” andrew says, his lips close to your ear. “only you. always you. forever.”

“i love you too,” you utter, hands still lingering on his spine. “can you carry me to the shower?”

“of course, princess.”

authors note: writing the smut for this had me utterly stumped but fuck it we ball (can you tell i’ve never experienced this with another human? rhetorical question pls don’t answer that.)

© 2026 angelofthepitt [all rights reserved]

[suturettee]

yummy yummy yummy🤭 thank you so much for taking the time for this! luv it so muchh <3

[ruledbysaturns]

pope cody smoking a joint, u mean so much to me 🎀

[suturettee]

sidenote but shawns acting during this time was actually INSANE??? like you can see glimmers of pope's teenage self in this if that makes sense? this coupled with the skateboarding scenes just had me in awe🥹

[suturettee]

get to know suturette!

| currently on a short break from writing fics, but am still active! |

hello!! im suturettee, a 24 y/o momma who spends her time reading and writing about the most gorgeous men to walk the earth <3

if you want to read some of my work you can check out my masterlist or navigate my page through the tags listed below!

if you're interested in a new rp partner, please check out my rp partner ad here! if you like what you see, please send me a dm, i would love to make new friends and build stories together!!!!

some more info about this blog!

my content may include: jack abbot, andrew "pope" cody, basically anyone within the hatosyverse lol

my future content may include: sammy bryant, harry styles, jake sully, and more!

requests?: yes! my inbox is open and requests are highly encouraged, i'm so eager to try and see what i can come up with for you! feel free to send me requests for anything; fluff, angst, smut, i'm wanting to write it all!

and if you dont have anything in mind, shoot me a message instead! i'd be so happy to hear from you whether it be discussing a request or just to talk!

navigate more of my blog below!

masterlist

tags

[suturettee]

roleplay partner ad!!!

hi there!!! im a soon to be 25 y/o female who is looking for a longterm rp partner! i used to rp a ton years ago, but life got in the way and im wanting to get back into it! ive recently discovered telegram and would like to use that as our main point of rping but am open to trying something else as well!

i've written blurbs and small one shots on my blog so at least a few paragraph replies is what i would be looking for length wise! ive always done doubles (ccxoc) and is what im most comfortable with, but i am so interested in muses and wanting to try ocxoc as well!! i do only write (mxf) since i feel when writing (mxm) or (fxf) i find it hard to immerse myself and provide as detailed writing as i would like it to be!

my romantic interests ive used!

• harry styles

• niall horan

• jack abbott (the pitt)

• pope cody (animal kingdom)

• sammy bryant (southland)

• jake sully (avatar)

• dr. spencer reid

• and more!

fandoms i'd be comfortable rp'ing in!

(but open to working with you and trying new ones!)

• one direction

• the pitt

• animal kingdom

• the walking dead

• avatar (2009)

• criminal minds

• and more!

plots and themes ive explored/would like to try!

• royal love (knight x princess, suitor x betrothed)

• period pieces (medieval, 50s, modern times)

• forbidden love

• mob boss or organized crime

• fame au

• boxer!love interest

• stockholm syndrome

• reunion after years (+ with a secret child🤭)

i really want to be able to immerse myself and go as far as making pinterest boards, playlists, text message chats, etc. so if youre into that sort of thing thats a hugeeee plus!! basically i'm really open to anything and everything, just dm me and we can talk about it!!!!

[suturettee]

10 fav movies tag game!

thank u to my sweet mootie @yesimfinewhydoyouask for the tag!!! <3

pick your fav movie out of my favs <3

Inception

The Mist

Steel Magnolias

Fried Green Tomatoes

Big Fish

Ocean's 11

World War Z

Avatar (2009)

Shawshank Redemption

The Green Mile

Voting ended onJul 24

i have sooooo many more favorites but this is just what all quickly came to mind! i was half tempted to put the odyssey down too, can you tell i'm a fan of frank darabont's work? :)

no pressure tag for @romantic-insomniac if you wanna play! <3

[groovyangelkisses]

oh to be having really bad anxiety and pope squeezes your hand really tightly and tilts his head to meet your eyes and tells you soooo sternly “calm down. nothing is wrong.”

not in a mean or insensitive way, obviously. where most people would be incredibly frustrated with the “you’re fine.” line, pope does it to ground you. moreso taking the lead and controlling the situation so you don’t have to </3

[suturettee]

need him to pull me tf out of my anxious spirals🫩

[suturettee]

okay idk if ive just been watching the pitt with MY EYES CLOSED but i saw a tiktok earlier about how dr. collins was pregnant with robby's baby when they were together and im just confused.

in the comments they were mentioning the look on robby's face when he realized the baby was his but from what i remember collins was super early on in her pregnancy like 5-6 weeks? correct me if im wrong! so that would have to mean that robby and collins had just broken things off rather recently like AT LEAST 2 months prior if shes that far along but i always felt like it had been some time since theyd broken up???? did i miss something while watching? ive already rewatched s1 and hearing this news today made me feel so dumb lmaooooo pls help i feel like i missed an entire plot point😭😭😭

[suturettee]

so i just watched ready or not 2 and seeing titus was like seeing pope again ugh i missed him so much i needed this little refresher😮‍💨

[ridgeflaw]

andrew pope cody fucking you in a tight headlock, prone bone with his entire body weight on top of you, pressing you into the mattress and making your brain go fuzzy from the lack of oxygen, from the sheer intensity of his thrusts, his cock hitting that place inside you that always makes your eyes roll back in your head, and then after—once you’ve both come, exhausted bodies sticky with sweat and your cunt aching, cum spilling out between your thighs and the angry, red claw marks left over on his forearm from your sharp nails scrabbling at him—he asks you, breathless and earnestly sweet in your ear, ‘did i do good? did you like it?’ 🙂‍↕️

[suturettee]

yall i have to apologize for literally ghosting here for a sec ive just been very preoccupied with things bc im GETTING MARRIED THIS WEEKEND :D

my fiance and i just decided "fuck it we're just gunna elope" and are going to get married in a beautifulllll park on our 7 year anniversary🤗

so that explains why i've been literally offline for like 5 days because i've just been so busy trying to plan and buy outfits and file for our marriage license and yadda yadda yadda

so yeah i just wanted to give you guys an update!!!

i plan to get back into writing after this weekend once i've had time to chill and get some inspo (fiance!pope getting married fic?????) and maybe work on some fun WIPs? thank yall for being so patient and for continually showing my posts sm love!!!!!! i'll begin posting again in the next few days <3

[courteous-otter]

i had another vision

[romantic-insomniac]

hey mootie!! your post about pope's THICK FINGERS NGHHH i cannot handle the thoughts i'm having about them.. but just imagine keeping you and pope's relationship a secret, him rubbing you through your shorts in the kitchen while everyones outside at smurf's or pope sneaking you into his room at night to treat you with those yummy fingers!!!!!!! ughh pls tell me you see the vision!!🥰

i see the vision moot!! hi gorgeous thank you for your patience i am here :P

i feel like at the start of this little scenario is when you're one of j's college friends who's soo much younger than pope but still follows him around like a little puppy. pope doesn't understand why you get so close to him when you talk or when you go to the cody parties, you're all over him instead of the guys your age that are throwing themselves at you.

so you just flat out tell him alone in the kitchen one night, that it's because you think he'd treat you better than the shitty college guys who have never even made you finish. you're fidgeting nervously as you pout, " 'nd i was just thinkin' that maybe it's not cause they're selfish, but that their hands are jus so much smaller than— than yours... " and pope's all shocked at the fact that you've thought about his hands like that. so you try and run when you think his silence is him rejecting you, but he’d grab you and pin you between the counter and his bulky frame.

pope would run the tips of his thick fingers along the waistband of your tiny shorts and breathe real heavy as he asked, "not one of 'em made you come?" you'd just shake your head, feeling a bit dizzy that he was so close to you and looking at you so hungrily. pope glanced behind you to see if anyone was around, and thankfully when he didn't find any eyes on him but yours, he'd slip his hand beneath your shorts and the little lace panties you were wearing.

and he wouldn't even asked you what you liked. pope'd just start to touch you how he wanted to. parting your softness and rubbing somewhere slick that he wanted to feel, or circling a sensitive area either rough or gentle whenever he felt like it. but you're pliant for him anyway. head fallen his against chest as you gasp, hands clutching helplessly at his broad shoulders as you feel two of his chubby fingers slide inside of you to stretch you out. they're so much bigger than any you've ever felt, just like you thought they'd be.

pope would talk to you how he wanted to the whole time, grunting out "bet none of 'em got you this wet either, did they?" and you'd shake your head frantically. and when he huffed "you like that? you like how this older guys fingers fuck you?" you’d moan "yes! feels so good- ah mmm- feel s-so full!"

pope wasn't gonna kiss you either. this was just about making you come so you'd stop following him around. but when you clenched around him so tightly and whimpered " 'm so close pope- oh god! w-will you kiss me, please?" he'd sigh and lean down to press his lips to yours not actually bothered about it at all. he’d steady you as you started to hump his hand while you moved your mouth desperately against his. in the end, he was glad he let you kiss him cause he got to swallow up all your little hiccups and whimpers as you came all over his big fingers, soaking him down to his wrist <3

[suturettee]

*gulp*

[shawnhatosysbulge]

ridiculous

strutting around like hes packing, absurdity

[suturettee]

this looks like dr. abbot heading to court for a big malpractice lawsuit and hes defffff gunna get in a heated argument with the opposing counsel and pull a dr. spencer reid "this is calm, and it's "doctor"."

[suturettee]

🌻 WILDFLOWERS - day two of july writing collab!

themes → “i saw this and thought of you” / gentle love / a peace offering

the cool air from the AC brushed over your skin, a slight chill running through you as you stood around the kitchen island with everybody. you had one of deran's beach towels wrapped around your damp torso, a small smile hiding on your face as you listened to your current form of entertainment; craig and deran bickering back and forth as they raided the fridge to find some lunch for everyone.

"that shit's old as fuck man just order some takeout." craig pointed out the tupperware full of taco meat deran had grabbed, moving to sit up on the counter before cracking open a beer.

"you ate some last night, it's fine." deran replied dryly, tossing out the shredded lettuce and sour cream from the fridge out onto the island.

after a noise from craig that could only be described as an annoyed surrender, you moved your attention elsewhere. your focus drifted over to the windows opening out towards the pool and backyard. more specifically so, onto pope, who was still tirelessly working on the half built fountain. only now, he was shirtless, a sheen of sweat highlighting the muscles flexing across his back and arms. you realized in that moment you were still hot as well, the sun being particularly unforgiving today, before you made you way over to the fridge looking for a bottle of water to cool off.

you find them easily, the upper shelf nearly completely stocked, thank you smurf. you grab yourself one and pause, thinking to pope working out in the heat. you didnt want to get yelled at again for interrupting him, already having made sure of that from the pool earlier.

you grabbed another bottle before you could change your mind, closing the door and heading towards the sliding glass one past the island.

"where you heading?" deran glanced over his shoulder as he worked on making the tacos, noticing you walk past.

"going to give your brother a water, i'll be right back."

you slide the door shut behind you, the summer heat hitting you at full force once again. you take a breath before starting to make your way over to pope, his back towards you now.

you're fine, just give him the water and go back inside. you're not interrupting, you're doing a nice thing.

your attempt at calming your nerves doesn't do much, as right before you're about to speak the whir of an angle grinder begins to fill the backyard.

great. you cant help but stand there awkwardly, watching him work away at a corner of the fountain base. after maybe 30 seconds of watching, you decide to try and speak up over the noise of the machine in his hands.

"pope.."

"..pope!.."

"..andrew!"

the whir of the angle grinder stops as you shout his name the final time, pope's head turning back quickly to see you standing there. he rises up almost as quickly as he had turned to see you, his eyes watching you and his hands loose by his sides. there seemed to be something more in his focus on you now, not like it was earlier from when you were all in the pool. it was like he was warmer, surprised, maybe thankful?

no shit he's surprised, you walked up behind him and shouted his name without him knowing you were there

you come back out of your thoughts as stand there, feeling stupid suddenly as you remember what you came out there for. you adjust your grip on the sweating bottles of water, holding one out for him in between the two of you.

"do you want a water?" your eyes move from the bottle in your hand up to his, watching the reactions in his face, or lack thereof. why were you so damn nervous to talk to him? you figured his outburst from earlier had something to do with it, or maybe the fact you've never met but had known of him, from some of the stories from baz had told or anecdotally through deran when he was drunk.

pope moved then, his eyes glancing down to the bottle before back up to yours, stepping forward and grabbing it with a grunt. he stepped back before opening the bottle and taking a drink, the silence between you almost painful on your end. his presence was one you hadn't felt from anybody else before, and you weren't quite sure if that was from the unease of meeting someone new, or just pope.

"thanks." he spoke gruffly, standing there eyeing you before turning his focus back onto the unfinished project in front of him. you feel warm suddenly, the heat and awkwardness of the moment catching up with you.

you offer a meek "mhm", quickly turning to head back into the house. you've only made it a few steps before pope speaks up again.

"i'm sorry, for earlier."

you turn around, your hands wrapped around your own water bottle as you focus back on him now.

"she was just so loud.."

you think back to the pool, nicky's shrieks and squeals from every push and shove from you in an attempt to appear.. what? cuter? for craig? yeah, it was annoying as hell. you honestly couldn't blame pope for what happened earlier when you look at it that way.

you let a smile peak through at his apology, nodding towards him slightly before you speak up yourself.

"it's alright, i get it." you give pope another small, close-lipped smile. turning around and heading back towards the house now, you feel much better about your decision to come outside for pope than you did 5 minutes ago.

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[morallygreymmc]

some gems I screenshotted from shawn hatosy's Q&A on reddit

I discovered this through this post that @arigatopuppy posted.

[suturettee]

had to add my fav, god i love shawn hatosy

[suturettee]

okay, soooo i decided i'm going to put my smau idea on the back burner for now and instead take part in @juniebjonesin's writing collab for the month of july! go check out her post here, the theme is just so adorable and i'm hoping writing a little blurb or drabble every day will help get me out of this writing funk!

each prompt will be randomized daily but i'm hoping to end up writing a cohesive multi-part story that makes sense chronologically. who knows though it may just end up as a collection of oneshots of either pope or jack lol, we'll just have to see what happens :)

you can find my post for day one here, and the masterlist for this series here!