thinkin abt jack initiating sleepy early morning sex :( he's all warm and dazed as he starts to wake up from a dream (about you of course) and the morning light is just barely filtering in through the curtains :( he instinctively presses u up against him, so tight you can feel the rise and fall of his chest against ur back as you start to come to :( he nudges his knee between yours, already slightly splayed open from sleep, making sure the flat of his thigh presses up against your pussy through your sleep shorts :( his big hands roaming all over you and needily groping your breasts through your thin tank top :( his voice all gravelly but soft against your ear, "my pretty baby, wake up for me" :( and you reluctantly do now, finally allowing yourself to fully feel the sleepy weight of him all over you as you turn your head and meet his eyes, your own still puffy with sleep, he's already gazing at you, drinking in the softness draped over you by the slow-burgeoning dawn, "what time is it Jackie?" :( he splays a warm hand across your belly and rubs soothing circles, "still early angel" as he kisses you so gently, holds you so firmly to him :( you slowly realize he's got his thigh between yours and you involuntarily press down on it, needing the contact, needing it everywhere, wanting him everywhere :( followed by slow, lazy, deep kisses and groping each other until he has to cuddle fuck you and have you fall back asleep with him and his cum still inside you :((((((
rewatching the Pitt from s1 and I have read so much fic since my last rewatch so now consuming the visual medium again feels like a reverse-fic situation. Like omg! It's PTMC!!! Where my blorbos work!!!!
sloppy, sleepy makeout with jack where you’re basically just licking into each other’s mouths rather than kissing :( sucking on jack’s tongue :(( he’s holding your chin and pressing you closer to him by your back :((( pulling back to tell you how good you taste :((((((
i keep thinking about that one scene in s1 where pope cuddles with smurf and just… urgh.
andrew 'pope' cody who doesn’t sleep very well but goes to bed at the same time as you, and doesn’t get up until you do. it’s his favorite part of the day, really, getting to hold you while you sleep, your warm body pressed to his side or his chest or his back.
andrew 'pope' cody who wouldn’t touch you the first few times you share a bed, afraid of overstepping — afraid you’d go rigid at his touch like smurf does — and it always feels like nothing short of a miracle when you grab his hand and pull it to you: his palm between the valley of your breasts, his chest pressed to your back, your hair tickling his nose. it’s comfortable and not at the same time, half of his body going numb but he wouldn’t change it for the world.
andrew 'pope' cody who doesn’t get this sort of quiet and softness anywhere else other than your bedroom. he fights off sleep as long as he can to keep watch over you and, even though he always wakes up at the crack of dawn, he keeps his body incredibly still until your alarm goes off, just feeling your body on top of his, your head on his chest or your nose pressed to his bicep.
andrew 'pope' cody who whines and clutches to you when you try to get up in the middle of the night. you chuckle when you push him away, telling him you’re about to pee yourself— he relents and lets you go, eventually. he almost wants to ask to tag along, but he doesn’t voice those feelings, always afraid you’ll finally see him as the creep everyone else does.
andrew 'pope' cody who always loved summer but now resents it because heatwaves make you crabby and you don’t let him crowd you in his sleep anymore. so he buys an ac and blasts it in your room every night so you’re cold enough to cling to him again.
andrew 'pope' cody who will sometimes shimmy down the bed and put his head on your chest to feel your heartbeat, who wraps his legs around yours like an octopus and who counts your breathing instead of sheep when he has trouble sleeping.
and then you, who doesn’t sleep all that well afterall. who wakes up in the middle of the night when pope is fast asleep and traces his face with your fingers, memorizing the way he looks so carefree, how his lips don’t purse and his brows don’t frown while he’s unconscious.
you, who pretends to sleep in even in the mornings you wake up before your alarm just to feel andrew’s body pressed against yours, his nose on your shoulder and his arms caging around you.
you, who can tell pope is having a nightmare by the way his muscles tense, who will pull him out of it and then hold him for the rest of the night, peppering kisses between his shoulderblades as he clings to this new, happy reality with blood-soaked fingers.
extremely self indulgent but at pride rn and idk I think u'd go with ur friends and jack would go with u bc he loves u and wants to make sure ur being safe, he finds u a fan with ur flag on it, and u got him to wear a "free dad hugs" tshirt so he's giving out hugs left and right as he sips a beer and walks around with u and ur friends in the sunshine :(((((((((((((
Got a new red one piece that I'm wearing to the pool with some jean shorts and cute little jelly flip flops and I think Andrew might be watching me from the treeline somewhere <3
more on the plushies ask i sent cause i rlly love fluff w the hats boys
jack, when u dont give him attention places ur fav plushie over his face and pretends to be talking to u
“ur so busy.. u dont want me anymore” til u snatch it from him
vs pope who pretends to punch ur plushies til u turn to face him and act like he did nothing wrong. while ur poor plushie’s face is smashed in
Jack who just huffs dramatically, flips over and cuddles up with your stuffies when you’re not paying attention to him. being a fuckin’ weirdo “yeah she said she doesn’t love us anymore. said we’re old news and that she’s gonna throw us out soon—ow!”
vs
Pope who’s idea of play is holding ur stuffed animals by the neck and going “if you don’t wanna kiss me that’s fine, but he’ll get it. you want mr. barnacles to suffer?” or coming out the bathroom to see their faces smushed in. “Pope what’d you do!!” “what? i didn’t do nothin’. they started it, starin’ at me n shit.” he’s so weird
— andrew is an inconsistent texter. he’ll leave you on delivered and maybe read for hours—not his fault, they had to use the burner for a bit—and comes back after a while. he texts and calls until you reply or he comes home.
— when you’re at work or he’s away pope sends you random pictures of what’s going on in his day, but he unintentionally makes them feel far more ominous than they are. he will send a picture of the open ocean and think that suffices as an “update,” while you worry about where the fuck he is.
— he responds to your random questions with utmost patience, no matter how stupid they might be. when you ask him if he would still love you if you were a worm, he sends a thumbs up and a “Yes 👍” back.
— you ask him to update you whenever he’s on a job. he types in simple texts, using the few seconds be has so you know he’s okay. “here.” “safe.” “going home.”
— he’s not too affectionate when texting. he doesn’t see the point. he doesn’t shy away from calling you his, though. he replies to your messages in his normal, deadpan cadence, and he doesn’t understand why you find it so adorable.
— pope doesn’t keep up with current trends, since he finds events and news a better use of his time. but when he overhears something new from someone else, he’ll take the time to ask you about it since he’s too embarrassed to ask anyone else.
— he doesn’t shy away from double texting. he will text you multiple times an afternoon and deflate if you don’t answer. nothing too lovey-dovey, maybe some simple updates. a picture of where he is. a pin request. multiple missed calls if you’re gone too late.
— when he’s away, he texts you an “I love you” every night even if you’re already asleep when he manages to get a hold of his phone—not the burner one, the you one where he could finally talk to his favorite person.
and if we put it all together…
man i just finished the ak finale ok let me be happy. also lmk if you love me and want to be on my taglist for pope hcs and writing.
walking a mile in the shoes of someone you dislike is actually kinda awesome because not only are you now a mile away from that idiot but you also have their shoes
