Deran’s bsf!reader who’s been his day one since they were 17, and were inseparable. Only when it came to Deran’s arrest when he was 22, and when him and Adrian started “dating”. From then on, you just third wheeled.
Deran’s bsf!reader who’s had a crush on Andrew since she first set eyes on him. She didn’t care if he was Deran’s older brother, she’d play it off as a joke as if she didn’t hump her pillow to the thought of Andrew in those baggy shirts and big broad shoulders
Deran’s bsf!reader has to justify why she never calls him ‘Pope’. Always Andy, or Andrew. “Why would I call him that? His name is Andrew, not even close to ‘pope’.” “We’re his brothers, we barely call him ‘Andrew’.” Craig retorts. “Well, his name is Andrew..?” Pope is what Smurf made him, that dark side of him that she uses for all the dark and terrible shit. He is Andrew.
Deran’s bsf!reader who shouted at Andrew when he punched Deran in the face one time, you got real up in his face pushing at his chest as Deran stepped back teary eyed. He didn’t do that again for a long time. He liked the idea that someone stuck up so strongly for his youngest brother, and that someone was brave enough to stand up against himself: especially a little thing such as yourself. You had fucking balls.
Deran’s bsf!reader, who was still respectful because it was their mom, but you hated Smurf. You showed it, too — either tight lipped smiles and one word answers, or sometimes sickly sweet just to piss her off. There were many times where you were round the house and she made Deran cry, or had an argument, and you made it your fight too. Called her a fucking freak that was right to have her kids taken away from her…a little far, but Andrew watched it with a flutter in his chest.
Deran’s bsf!reader who still comes round to the house, and makes genuine conversation with Andy about what he likes, “what’s all that wood for?” “I was gonna make a bench..” “you should be a carpenter, you know. you’re good at that handy stuff.” He fought back a smile at your cheeky expression and wiggling eyebrows. You’d talk about surfing and skateboarding, sea animals and the random facts Andrew has stored in a small space in the back of his mind like: “bottle nose dolphins stinging themselves with pufferfish to get high.”
Deran’s bsf!reader flirts with Andrew almost every time he’s around, and all he can do is flush and look away. You’re too nice and pretty to snap at. You were also one of few girls who flirted with him, who thought he was hot.
Deran’s bsf!reader who was swimming in the pool one Saturday, a good day when the boys weren’t beating the shit out of each other under the fucking water. You had big, stupid goggles over your eyes, talking absolute shit that not even Deran was listening to. But Andrew was listening, even as he dunked the basketball into the hoop from the pool.
“Why are you even wearing those things? There’s no fish or anything to see?” Deran asked, pushing his hair back from his forehead.
A smirk grew on Craig’s face, adjusting his trunks low on his hips, “There will be once I get in there.”
“I’m wearing them,” You started sassily, floating to the top, tits floating up in your bikini top and your hair floating in the water, retorting quickly with a naughty smile, pink lips wet from the water and glancing over at Andrew. “so i can see under Andrew’s trunks.”
Deran’s bsf!reader lives with Deran when they’re older, sharing rent on a place where Smurf doesn’t own. It’s a little palace, but only because you live there. A perfect mix of Deran and you. One of the bathrooms is also Tiki themed, and Andrew thinks it’s adorable how much you love it — he helped, obviously. Fixing leaky pipes and fitting a new sink so it would fit in nicely with the shower and below the bathroom window. “Do you like my beautiful bathroom, Andy?” “It’s very nice.” “Mhm, mhm, i agree.”
Deran’s bsf!reader uses the shower outside the front after coming out of the sea a lot — it’s in the comfort of your own home, it’s literally across from the beach, and has privacy. Until Andrew visits unannounced. He was looking for Deran, and since he heard the shower, he assumed he was home.
Andrew was met with the sight of you. Naked, stood under the outdoor shower, surrounded and covered (by the outside world) by banana trees and shrubs and bushes, bikini hung up to dry on the washing line, soapy suds running over your ass and down your thighs, scrubbing across your breasts and trailing down your soft stomach to your mound. He was hidden well, not hugely worried about you catching him, but the idea scared him. He was already the angry, unhinged, strange brother, now he’d be a peeping tom…but fuck, if his cock didn’t stir in his boxers, his whole face was red hot and not from the Californian sun. He still didn’t want you to see him as that. You were the only one who treated him like a regular guy. Like Andrew, not Pope.
His hand squeezed over his crotch, watching your delicate hands wash slip between your gorgeous thighs into that space between, clearly innocently cleansing yourself, but all Andrew saw was your hand on your cunt, and he almost came from the sight.
Deran’s bsf!reader had to reassure Andrew that she wasn’t making fun of him, ever.
“Andy, you know you’re hot.” you snorted softly, biting into an apple. He just stood there stiffly, hands fidgeting with his shirt. He was being serious. Andrew shook his head, and in return, your smile faded. Mostly in surprise, but you felt bad. “..You’re handsome,” he watched you shrug, like it was obvious, like he said the grass was green, “Like, you don’t look like the other guys. They all kinda look the same.”
His head might as well be exploding, but he liked to believe you. You said it so pretty and sweet, blinking up at him.
Deran’s bsf!reader who has to sneak around Deran because she doesn’t know how he’ll react when he finds out that you finally had Andrew to yourself. Maybe he’d be upset because it’s his brother, or that Andrew was 13 years older than both of you. You had to lie to your best friend about going out with your girlfriends, when really you were gonna absolutely rock Andrew’s world in the back of his truck after a nice meal by the coast.
Deran’s bsf!reader was caught red handed when Uncle Deran was babysitting Lena who asked for another sleepover with you.
“You had a sleepover?” Deran hummed, almost skimming over the connotations and staring up at you. Pope was looking after Lena. Lena had a sleepover with you? When? How? Then he thought of the nights you were out visiting your family and other friends. Bullshit. “Uh huh, she made me croissants with nutella and strawberries!” Lena added happily.
You grimaced, wanting to sneak away. Lena went home with Andrew, and the interaction just made Deran cringe further now knowing the truth. It was just you two now, staring at each other. “You’re sleeping with Pope?” “It’s not just sleeping together. I’m not a tart.” Deran shook his head, grossed out by the idea of his brother and his best friend, but at least they’re happy?
Deran’s bsf!reader who still flirts with Andrew to no end even when they’re married. He still goes bright red, but now has the confidence to return it. You walk into the kitchen and smack his ass, and you get one right back. You take advantage of the marriage certificate, now you can legally pants him without it being weird. Andrew learns how to make you blush as bad as you do to him, and makes up for all the years you teased him.
Deran’s bsf!reader who’s still close with Deran, who works in the kitchen at the bar. Smurf is gone, Deran’s clean from that life as well as Andrew, and Lena is legally yours and Andy’s. Happily ever after 💗
did this in the space of an hour. i probably could’ve made this into 2 parts but fuck it lol. i absolutely LOVE DERAN SO MUCH and i love the idea of andrew dating Derans bsf who is the same age. I will protect Deran Cody with my life. Slán go fóill! 💗 Enjoy!
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