Helloooo!!! My names Peter and This is my design. I'm a huge freak who likes The Pitt, Animal Kingdom, Hannibal, Fight Club and Rocky Horror Picture Show
TWO SMAUS IN THE MAKING (on hiatus till June 20th)
Information ab me:
He/it
18 billion years old
the OG
I Yumeship with Andrew Cody and I'm selective sharing, usually just moots I'm okay with
I need popes fingers in my mouth. Down my throat and my drool going down his forearm. I need him to tell me i wasn't good enough for his dick but he needs to feel my throat somehow.
Oh so everyone hates m!reader and pitt characters on AO3? Just shoot me atp. What do you want me doing instead during a terrible flare up? Watch tiktok? Evil beings in my phone
im losing my fucking mind. I haven't slept a wink. I'm in excruciating pain AND to top it all off. There's no good chronic pain fics that are gn ON ANY PLATFORM. im so close to resorting back to wattpad because of this blasphemy. I cant be the only one writing all of this.
Lowkey block me if you fw that pitt tea account yall are parasocial as fuck and fandom culture needs to be rehashed out. I fear everyone who thinks that account is funny, or putting in anon stuff for it is just childish. Everyone is acting like they are close personal friends with every single actor from the pitt. They don't know you and you don't know them. Stop acting like you do and trying to 'ruin' actors lives when you actually know nothing.
im coming off anon and saying this with my full chest because it is genuinely disgusting the way your anons act. Fuck everyone involved in this blog and a big fuck you to the misogynistic FREAKS who think talking about women's bodies and how disgusting they are is normal 😭. You're all so parasocial and need to go outside ffs stop talking about patrick ball, stop talking about taylor dearden, stop talking about shawn hatosy, stop talking about isa briones or gerran or ANYONE involved in this show as if you're personally friends with them and they spat on your dog. GO OUTSIDE YOU FREAKS 😭😭😭.
You hate when people call your asses out for being freaks and then you talk about people you do not know cheating on their partners with no proof, speculate on their weight, say weird shit about women's bodies, and then hide behind "well it's tumblr who cares" when we all know damn well you're on anon because you're too cowardly to say this shit and take the consequences for saying heinous things.
pope coming home early from a job seeing you doing the dishes with his gloves on and a new sponge. Music blasting in the background and your humming along not paying attention much. He grunts to let his presence be known and you perk up "oh! Andrew your back early!" You say with your hands still on the dishes "your doing the dishes" he says in more of a statement way instead of a question. You nod and make a 'mhm' noise "yeah I've been cleaning since you've been gone" you smile at him and tilt your head and see his eyes soften slightly before nodding and walking away
You dont mind it much because he's always been a wierdo. You go back to finishing up the dishes before getting startled by andrew wrapping your waist with his arms and putting his head in your neck "your the nicest man I've ever dated" he mumbles into your neck "im the only man you've ever dated ya goof" you laugh and lean your head on his "let me finish up these dishes and I'll be all yours okay?" He nods but stays attached to your waist as you finish the dishes.
⋮⟢ drabble: pope cody who was your scary best friend before he became your scary boyfriend
── ✦ pope who you’d probably met in a very normal, mundane setting. something like a park, somewhere the wood chips got into your socks and gave you a splinter. you’d been walking on the side of your foot for a while, trying to ignore it, until you asked the boy sitting in front of you on the bench for help with the wood chip stuck to the bottom of your foot.
he’d take your foot in both hands the way you’d hold a bird, turn it toward the sun, and get the splinter out with his thumbnail. he acted like he did this all the time. and then he’d have no clue what to do when your face crumpled, because it still stung.
“it’s out,” pope’d say dumbly, holding up the splinter to show you. and when just the mere fact of stating the removal of your pain didn’t work, he’d awkwardly pat your ankle once.
and when that also didn’t work – dramatic you – he'd sigh through his nose and just put your sock on for you. he’d put on your shoe for you, too, tie the laces in a knot, tight enough that you’d have to cut it off later, and give it one firm pat.
and then you’d just keep materializing over and over again to the point that pope was confused. all he'd done was help you take out a splinter and now it felt like you lived here, on this bench, next to him. forever, seemingly. he’d definitely realize you were the only person in the whole wide world that wasn’t anything like his family and had given him a semblance of attention. sure, he was confused why you’d done it in the first place. but i imagine that earlier – before he’d started dabbling further in his violence and the cody family work – he’d be more prone to accepting a stranger-turned-constant in his life. he still had some trusting instinct in him, choosing to believe you when you honestly told him you liked hanging out with him.
── ✦ pope who was sometimes very strange and didn’t know he was. he’d bring you rocks because you once said – while walking past an enormous house in oceanside – that the quartz gravel in somebody’s driveway was pretty. so naturally he picked up a random little rock from the gutter two streets over, wiped it on his shirt, and gave it to you.
he did it again and again and again because you found that you were more endeared than anything and had started keeping these rocks first in your pocket, then in a shoebox, and finally on your windowsill. you could’ve told anyone which came from where. so even if you didn’t particularly have a fondness for random rocks when you noticed the quartz gravel, you definitely grew one!
(pope who also later replaced said rocks with the real thing when he came into money he had no idea what to use for, only ever remembering how your older tastes had sometimes made you look through the window at the jewelers and your eyes had lingered too long on a little diamond necklace. he never saw the necklace, really, only noticed you wanting it. he knew how to take care of that)
pope who wasn’t really sure how a simple hangout worked, so when you’d asked him to come over later on saturday without specifying when, he sat on your porch step for two and a half hours. when your mother asked him if he wanted to come inside and eat something, he’d say no, because he was supposed to be hanging out with you, not your mother.
when you finally came, you just sat next to him on the step and stayed there, finding it all so natural.
── ✦ and when he’d begrudgingly agree to hang out with your other friends, it’d accidentally lead into him drawing them away from the both of you. he hadn’t even meant to do that (not at first, at least).
he’d watched your friend hand you some shitty snack and said something like “don’t give her those,” without any explanation, smacking the snack away from your hand gently (though the explanation was that you’d ate one of those and promptly threw up on the ferris wheel, and it’d put you off of them for life).
if someone asked if you wanted beer, he’d say “she’s driving.” you were?
if someone asked you if you were cold, he was already handing you his jacket, mentally beating himself up for not having noticed sooner.
he’d move his chair to face the door wherever he was sitting, because ever since he’d watched people break into their little trailer as a kid – smurf, always tangled up in some shit – he’d learned to stay alert. so people always thought he was rude when he randomly turned his chair away from the group while someone was speaking and they were forced to stare at his back.
── ✦ pope who during your surprise birthday party (that he was only invited to because everyone knew how mad you’d be if they didn’t invite your best friend since you were a kid) would just stand in the corner and watch everyone with a frown, and when it got too late he’d tell everyone that the party was meant to end at ten even though that was never decided. and everyone would leave because you’d just stand there beside pope being like “yup!”
and then you and pope would spend the next three hours bagging cans, wiping down corners, finding a nickel or two between the couch cushions because of how thorough the two of you were. that was the good part. he’d wait for that.
after, he’d say, “that was fun.” and you’d think he was talking about the party.
── ✦ pope who kept saying “i can take care of it,” whenever one of your friends mentioned someone bothering them. at first, they thought it was a turn of phrase – ugh, i’ll beat him up for you, but in pope’s language – until pope started asking where he worked, where he lived, and what his car looked like.
pope who had punched a guy for you, a boyfriend-of-a-friend, when he’d said something about you while you were in the bathroom. he’d asked the guy to go outside to smoke a cigarette, decked him, and come back with his hands in his pockets.
you were a little confused when your friends told you pope had gone out for a smoke, because pope doesn’t smoke, and because the six of them had squeaked it out at once.
he knew your friends knew, so when he came back, he’d just looked at all of them as he stood behind your chair as you and your friends sat in silence, tilting his head to the side to confirm whatever social contract he’d expected from them. then he’d simply shrugged and said, “he had to go home.”
── ✦ and when pope started noticing that you were being invited to hang out less with your other friends, consequently meaning he was being invited by you less with your other friends, he’d ask, “is it ‘cause of me?”
you’d immediately say “no!”
because even you hardly believed that it was because of him; pope was so good. he read the manuals for everything you got, peeled oranges for you – handed over in an unbroken coil, because a torn piece would've bothered him – fixed your bike chain, and made you the perfect sandwiches.
sure, he had a tendency to sometimes growl when a stranger got too close to you or a little puppy barked at you. sureee, he always had bruises on his knuckles without ever having a story for them (or rather, without giving one). and he sometimes glared when your girlfriends asked you to go on a double date. or appointed himself as the designated driver when they specifically asked you to have girls night.
on the occasion you actually did go, he’d sit outside in the car watching you through the window of some restaurant or bar.
he’d come in just once – after he saw a guy linger at your table for nineteen minutes and thought it was fucking girls night, waiting until the guy went to the bathroom – and when you gave him a questioning look he just pointed toward the bathroom, forcing an embarrassed shrug like he just wanted to take a leak.
maybe it was just a coincidence that you nor your friends saw the guy come out of the bathroom! pope stopped at your table on the way back, hands in his pockets, knuckles freshly pink, and said, “want anything?” and when you said no, he went back to his car.
“isn’t he so sweet?” you’d say to your friends, misty-eyed and dreamily, watching him sit in the parked car like he was a pretty sunset.
“the sweetest,” they’d say, three of them in unison like they’d been trained. you were completely unaware that they were in the midst of realizing you were a lost cause.
so obviously you could not, for the life of you, imagine that people wanted to not hang out with you because of pope. it was their loss, anyway, you thought.
pope was so relieved once he realized he wouldn’t have to spend time with other people, just so he could hang out with you.
── ✦ pope who took over their vacancy so quickly that you didn’t even consider it as a loss even for a day.
if you wanted to get drunk at a bar, he’d go with you and get a beer while you slammed three cocktails within an hour. he’d try to gossip with you when you asked him to “tell me something fun.”
“craig and renn had a fight.”
you’d light up because that was interesting. “good. he’s bad for her anyway.”
“yes,” he’d simply say.
and when you’d press for the details (what did they fight about? who started it? did anyone cry? on a scale of one-to-ten, how bad?), and he’d have none, he’d noticed how you’d slumped slightly, ever the nosy little thing he’d been hauling around for years, he’d frown. he genuinely had no more details to give you because he hadn’t cared enough to listen to craig’s tangent. but clearly you cared, so he’d say, “i’ll ask him.”
after he managed to get the hang of it – and found he liked it, talking shit, the whole nine yards of "but you didn't hear it from me – you’d both end up laughing.
and when you’d ask him for another story (because he had so many; the cody house was so weird), he’d say, “smurf woke up so late this morning,” thinking it held the same value as baz breaking up with his girlfriend at the time.
when you opened your mouth without saying a single word, stumped, he'd double down, "like ten," like you just didn't get it yet.
pope who somehow started filling every single shoe of the people in your life. pope, your girl best friend. pope, your mother (“did you eat?” “yes.”). pope, your dad, apparently, at some point (making it his mission to check your car).
pope, your dog (waits by the door and knows the sound of your car pulling in). pope, your bodyguard (constantly scaring away everyone, threat or not). pope, your financial advisor (“you don’t need to spend that kinda money on that.”) pope, your sugar daddy, immediately after (“fine. give it to me.” “what?” “i’m getting it.”)
pope, when you’d run him through the list, just looked at you confused and said, “someone’s gotta.”
once again, he was right. you’d gotten so lucky with pope, what were the odds of that? astronomical, you’d think, cheerfully. and then you’d wonder if he’d like one more shoe to fill.
baby daddy!pope who’s super protective of his kid. he doesn’t let his brothers hold your guys’ baby for too long, taking him back after a couple of minutes with a gruff “alright, that’s enough,” leaving craig and deran sharing a look.
baby daddy!pope who’s always the first one to wake up (and he’s glad he is because you do so much already) whenever your baby’s crying and fussing during the night. he’ll walk over to his crib and carefully pick him up, rubbing and patting his back gently as he tries to soothe him back to sleep. if it’s not working, he’ll carry him downstairs and make him a bottle of formula with his free hand while perfectly balancing your son with the other.
baby daddy!pope who’s always keeping an eye on your little one even when he’s in the midst of a conversation. if he sees him crawling towards an unsafe place, he’ll walk away from the person who was speaking to him- without so much as a word, to go pick him up.
baby daddy!pope who insists on feeding his baby each time because watching them trying to feed themselves is too much for pope’s ocd as they’re getting more mushy peas on their face than in their actual mouth.
baby daddy!pope who often just watches his baby sleep with a mixture of adoration and disbelief that something so pure and innocent was half a product of what he did.
baby daddy!pope who definitely cried the first time he ever held his son.
andrew cody who tells you to hold still while he brings his hands slowly up to your face. cupping your jaw with one hand, holding you in place, slowly swiping his thumb under your eye, catching a dark, fallen eyelash on his finger. he holds it up for you and tells you to make a wish. you try and bite back a smile at his adorableness, quirking your mouth to the side, not entirely sure what your wish should be. you ask what he would wish for but he simply shakes his head, his eyes moving with devotion over your face. i already have it.
hello helloo!!! will you ever continue the jack abbot smau (NNN. Night shift, Nicotine, No sleep)?😿 have a nice daaayy😽
OMG IVE BEEN LOWKEY NOT LOCKED IN AT ALL ON MY SMAUS I WILL TOTALLY GET ONTO THEM. I JUST HAVENT HAD ANY IDEAS!!! WOULD YOU LIKE TO READ ANYTHING SPECIFIC?!?!?
Stalker pope who decides to leave notes in your house for when you come home for work *you look handsome in a uniform* *wish I could take care of you after your long shift* etc. Reader who embarrassingly gets off to someone watching him.
One night pope gets a little drunk and decides he wants you to meet him. Meaning he's in your room, jerking off in your boxers, in your smell, in your bed. You come home, tired from your shitty closing shift to open your bedroom door to a man in your bed crying out your name. You dont know how long he was doing this but he came as soon as he saw you. And being honest. You came at the sight of this hot, terribly creepy man in your bed. "Are you the one who's stalked me?" You ask. Pope nods and breathes heavily "i wanted you to see me finally" his voice crackeld from how long he's been vocal
"you couldn't wait for me to cum with you?" Your voice has a bit of a smile in it and he immediately perks up "oh im so sorry I didn't mean to finish you just look so-" you cut him off and begin to strip naked in front of him. Which makes him almost immediately hard once again. "You think you can go another round..?" You pause, not knowing his name "Andrew" he breaths out, grabbing his cock and stroking it softly as you climb atop of him, sliding your body against his, he shudders and his hips jerk "Andrew" you whisper and nod "your gonna last another round" he nods and groans. Jerking his hips into you before you slip him inside you. He almost cries. "Fuck your so soft-" you hum and thank him breathlessly, not expecting him to fill you so much. Your hips begin to bounce softly up and down on him "yeah..jus' like that puppy" you gasp at the name, feeling your body react not fully understanding why.
Popes hands begin to grab at your ass, almost like kneading bread, his breath is quick before forcibly grabbing your hips and pushing you down onto his cock "ngh! A-andy please be nice-" you cry out "oh i know sweet boy.." He whines as he begins to grow close to his peak. You rid him, begging him to cum and he shakes his head "wan' you to cum first- please puppy-" his eyes water as he begs, which pushes you to the edge, clenching around his cock as you finish all over him, and he immediately finishes inside you, you thank him over and over as he pulls out softly and grabs you bridal style, bringing you to the bathroom and running a bath, he sets you inside and begins to clean off the dirt, sweat and cum off of you. You sigh softly "can you like...not stalk me anymore? I'd like to see you not just your notes." He stops washing you, surprised by the request but nods "of course. Anything for you."
