#Andrew Pope Cody x Reader

[thespritepepsi]

@ the very few people thirsting over Pope, soon my child, we will have our dinner

#pope cody #animal kingdom #andrew cody #pope x reader #wip

[smolbeandrabbles]

Trade Off - Andrew ‘Pope’ Cody x Reader (Animal Kingdom)

@wltz-bby​ @happyskywhale​

@mandy23b​ - in advance please forgive this ridiculous little AU.🙈 GIF CREDIT: X

Author’s Note: Look - it’s my favourite scene in the whole movie, OK? Let me have this slight AU!  But we all know in the happy universe in my head it all worked out after this right?

Also, for those unaware, yes... you can sing about stock trading! Imagine how happy I was to find fitting lyrics!

Disclaimer: AK has nothing to do with me /  I really tried to gloss over/layman's terms stock trading... I don’t know if I did a good job / Lyrics & gifs not mine.

Premise: After Baz pitches to Andrew the idea of stock trading it’s clear his friend is fairly dismissive. Baz enlists your help to follow through...

Words: 4126

Warnings: Swearing / brief mention of drugs / Slight AU

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Your gonna break my bank before too long I'm taking out a loan But when you turn your kind of lovin' on Honey I just can't say no, no no no no no no

Your gonna break my bank before too long I'm running out of dough But when you turn your kind of magic on Honey I just can't say no, no no no

Maybe I'll play the stock market Put some money in my pocket Ain't no telling what your gonna need next I need to steal a Sherman tank Just to break into a bank All my buddies think it's funny 'Cause I'm spending all my money On some honey like there's something to prove 'Cause for a little of your lovin' There ain't nothing much that I wouldn't do It's a business doing pleasure, a business doing pleasure with you

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With the amount of time Andrew and yourself seemed to be spending around each other these days, you weren’t sure why one of you hadn’t taken up permanent residence in the others home. That deduction wasn’t exactly fair – he was with you to hide from the police for yet another thing he’d gone and done (that you didn’t want to know about), and he wasn’t about to leave the house you’d just pulled up at. Maybe Baz would eventually be able to persuade him that living with you was the good idea, but you weren’t sure you’d be able to do it alone. Of course without Baz you wouldn’t be here right now with all your gear – but you understood why this wasn’t a conversation that could come through Andrew. He’d never talk about it, maybe bury it in the back of his mind and forget the discussion ever happened with his friend. Baz had got home and immediately called you, to try and keep the idea on the table. By involving you Baz would create two fronts for the same goal; perhaps you’d be able to collectively persuade something out of Andrew yet – out of this house and out of this life… You weren’t about to hold your breath. But you’d take anything as a start. When you reached the front door and knocked, you were surprised for it not to be opened by your partner (or his partner in crime). Andrew usually headed you off at the sound of your engine, instead you came face to face with a teen you didn’t recognise. He also clearly had no idea who you were, by the fact that he stood there blinking with a blank expression. You took a step back and surveyed the driveway; okay, one car was missing but you doubted that absolutely everyone was out at once. You wouldn’t expect Andrew to venture out under anything but the cover of midnight with the cops probably still out there looking for him… having said that, apparently the lead up conversation had happened in a supermarket, so what did you know. “Uh,” You turned back to him, looking super awkward and not at all a part of the house he was standing in, “hey. Are the guys in?” He straightened a little, “Uhm, some of them are y-yeah, would you like me to get them? I mean I can-” He pointed back, then squinted at you, trying to recall if he had ever seen your face and if there were a name to go with it. Concluding the answer was no, he asked the question; “Uhm, who..?” “Y/N.” Your eyes flicked behind him, “Though you can also hold that thought.” “I’ll take it from here, mate.” The teen turned to Andrew, a few steps behind him up the corridor, and also who you were now staring at. “Oh, sure.” His back up against the wall already let you know what the power play was. “Hey-!” You stopped him before he left, “What’s your name?” “…Jay.” “Jay? Jay… Jay…” You pondered for a second, because Andrew had mentioned this before, “Oh! Julia’s son! Yes! It’s nice to meet you, Jay!” and with a smile on your face, to Jay it was almost startling that anyone to do with this family – Andrew in particular - would give him such a thing. “You too, Y/N.” Andrew shot him a look that seemed to suggest he forget your name in the next 3 seconds or face consequences, before turning those blue eyes on you. “What are you doing here?” You kept your reply level to his blunt question. “You just left. Which I expected, but you left some stuff. Not why I’m here, though.” You indicated to the house, “May I enter?” Andrew took a step back and nodded, beckoning you forward. You looked left and right with an affirming nod that you weren’t followed and hopped inside, arms winding around him immediately. “Oh my god, Andrew, are you okay?” “Fine.” You closed your eyes, burying your face in his shoulder, waiting patiently until he returned your embrace, “I know it’s stupid,” you mumbled, “but every time I hear sirens, I…” “Don’t. Don’t do that to yourself.” He only murmured it, hand to the back of your head, “…Why did you come?” “Oh, well-” You didn’t want to pull away but you wished to explain, moving your laptop case around, “I hear you don’t have a computer – and failing that, I do have every decent stock trading newspaper you could possibly hope for!” Andrew blinked slowly a few times, bemused by your encouraging grin, “Baz.” It wasn’t a question. “Mhm!” “You’re both crazy.” You weren’t about to let him dismiss this, and followed him into the back of the house – by the looks of it only he and Jay were in, “Wait-! I thought it was a good shout! Will you at least hear us out?” “No. It’s ridiculous.” “Andrew…” He paused and turned to your defeated tone, “Humour me.” He sighed heavily at the look on your face, “Okay. Fine…” He held his hand out for yours, and you linked your fingers with a gentle smile, it was a start. Hopefully Andrew would be receptive to the rest of the information you had to impart. ***

You slid your laptop out of its bag and powered it on, Andrew sat tentatively next to you, clearly unsure about the whole thing. You were certain that by the time you’d talked him through this, and made it so easy for him to understand what to do, with Baz’s help you could turn the tables. You didn’t think this was going to be an overnight miracle, but if it did anything at all that would be an achievement.

As you waited for your own profile to load, you opened today’s selection of newspapers to the trading pages and lay them out in front of him. Right now they looked like a bunch of funny letters with green, red or black numbers. And occasionally a confusing looking graph. It wouldn’t be long before Andrew Cody was reading these like a pro. “Woah.” Andrew’s eyes flicked from the papers to your screen, and he jabbed the number in the top right, “What is that?!” You supposed to him ‘that’ was an eye watering amount of Australian dollars. “That’s how much my portfolio is worth right now. It’ll fluctuate but it’s always somewhere around there. I always tend to go safe - but that means buying high and usually they stay high. You can buy low and have something grow exponentially, but also risk investments blowing up in your face. As you’re starting, maybe you’d like to invest in a bit of both. It’s all a guessing game Andrew, so there’s no wrong answers. If I set you up a profile and get you started, you can do it at your leisure. If you don’t want the hassle of a computer, then it’s as easy as collecting a paper, I can manage your portfolio for you. Or you can go the other way and pay someone else to do it. And if you trust them, then it’s as simple as giving them your money and they make the trades for you. But that’s maybe not so much fun if you’re looking to make a living out of this, which you certainly can. It’ll give you something to do, at least.” “Yeah, but how does that work? How do you make money?” You supposed you were happy that he had questions, and was cutting straight to it. You’d expect nothing less from this Cody. “Two ways. Your shares pay out dividends to you – i.e. a share of company profits - a few times a year, best to spread your portfolio over companies that pay out in different months to have a steadier income! Or you buy low, sell high as you can, or buy high sell even higher and make money like that. Then you keep the money or invest it, so on and so forth.” Baz had explained to you that he'd put thousands into this and was making good money and that he’d mentioned this to Andrew, met only with confusion. It was your job to untangle that.

You pointed to the number he was still staring at, “If I sell everything I have right now, I can have that in the bank, right? Instead I get paid steadily throughout the year. If you’re gonna make a living out of this,” you made sure to give him a look that would get Andrew’s stare back on you, because you meant it, “you’ll probably want to do a bit of both.” “Where am I getting the money for this, exactly?” You folded your arms, he surely had money of his own but you wanted all this to be as clean as possible, “If you’re prepared to take this seriously, I’m prepared to front you the money. I can make recommendations too if you want that. But I was gonna help you pick a few out for yourself...” “I don’t even know where to start.” Andrew’s voice strained for a second as he ran a hand through his hair, blowing out a breath. “Baby, baby...” The last thing you needed was for him to start winding up on you, you took his hand “that’s why I’m here. We do this together, slow or fast as you like, okay? Let’s see what you like the look of, alright?” “...I- I don’t know...” “Andrew.” You moved your hands to his thighs, face close to his, “This is yours, you’re not expected to be an expert overnight, but you have help now. This is a real chance for you... and I know that counts for something. You can’t want to spend the rest of your life like you have the past few months?” You didn’t want him to either, and as he turned from you again you scraped your nails through his hair, as if to tuck it back behind his ear. Andrew’s blue eyes searched your screen for an answer, hand laying on top of yours, not holding you, but still there. “Hey, maybe you and Baz can go into trading together.” You thought that might have been Baz’s idea and motivation anyway, and if Andrew had someone to do this with, in times that you weren’t around, that might help his desire to be involved. His eyes returned to yours, this look hard and piercing, like you were insane. Andrew instantly began to set you straight: “You really think this is just gonna end?” “No.” And that was the truth. You knew better. “But I’m optimistic that it would wind down and you can change.” “It’s too late for that.” “No. It isn’t. Andrew you can’t write yourself off. No one else has - we’re here and we believe in you.” Baz and yourself, your family… The people that really mattered, the people who would actually support him. This time you linked his fingers with yours, “Baby, I want a future with you... I’m scared that one day someone is going to turn up at my door and tell me you’re dead.” It was obvious how serious you were by the tone of your voice, that little waiver you weren’t holding back. “Y/N...” “Andrew, I will beg you... please just- have a go and think about it, and I just- I don’t want to lose you.” He looked back to your portfolio - as if a bunch of numbers and charts and virtual money was going to give him all the answers. But how could it? How could this be the key to the way out of the life he was living? He didn’t see it - and yet you and Baz so desperately believed in this. Andrew didn’t want to let you both down, and yet maybe he could get a kick out of proving you both wrong. Crime was the only way... but crime isn’t the only way... Heck you already had tried labouring the point that drugs wasn’t going to cut it with you. But there were track marks still in his skin, weren’t there. You couldn’t save him, but you tried so hard... you probably deserved him trying. “Okay.” His voice was quiet, but he looked back to you with a nod, “Show me.” You explained it all in as basic layman’s terms; most important to you was that he didn’t have any excuses for not being able to follow though once you left. You taught him how to read the numbers and exchange names in the paper first, green up, red down, black unchanged. That as long as he had noted what he bought them at he could always make sure to sell at profit. Then you spent a little while setting up his profile on your website and Andrew began trying to figure out where he wanted to invest the money you were saying you’d front him. You had a lot of fun watching him scrunch his face in concentration and try to reason out why he should invest in this particular thing. Some of it was way off, but you guided him - he’d get it, of that you were certain. Andrew was sharp, this was all new. You wouldn’t be surprised if later tonight you got a call: Y/N, I can’t sleep but I’ve been thinking about these investments and... You kept flicking back to your own to show him that he could start with what looked small and yet end up with something like this relatively easily, and you knew Andrew was starting to get it when he could interpret a graph without you telling him what it meant. And there was a hint of enjoyment on his face when you would smile and nod and say, “Yes exactly!”

The next time you heard footsteps, Baz was the one waltzing into the room. “Ahhh! Jay told me you two would be hiding someplace and HOLY SHIT-! Is that an investment portfolio!?!” He jogged his friend’s shoulder, “Oh, so it’s hard if I ask, but when your girlfriend pulls up you can put one together, huh!?” Andrew tipped his head, pushing Baz back, “You’re in this together, don’t give me that bullshit.” Baz cackled and hugged you, “Ah! That’s my girl-! You got him invested in you yet?!” “No, that could go wrong, very wrong. I didn’t even mention my company.” Andrew’s eyes flicked between you, causing Baz to smirk, “There you go Pope, you can get your criminal activity in there instead-! Invest and break the law! And you don’t even have to go outside to do it!” “Don’t encourage him!” You folded your arms, mouth open in disbelief - the goal of this was the complete opposite! This was Baz’s big plan, what was he doing!? “What?” “Insider trading.” You turned to Andrew, “Like, buy shares of my company and, as CIO, I tell you when you buy or sell depending on what we’re up to that will have the stock market value pushed up or down.” “Oh, you can do that?” And then at the look on your face Andrew changed track, “But it would be illegal. I get it. Can I invest in your company though?” “Knock yourself out, but I’m not telling you anything!” “This is your chance to have her never talk about work to you ever again, Pope! I’d take it!” “Shut up!” But there was even a small amused smile on Andrew’s face as Baz laughed this time around. “See all you need is to know some people within companies and you can do insider trading all over your portfolio!!” “I thought we were getting out of crime not getting you in more trouble!” “I’m trying to encourage him!” “Can’t believe I’m about to say it’s better than drugs, but we are not starting with insider trading! Oh my god-!” “Ah! But it is better than pushing drugs! Right Andrew?” Andrew looked to you, and you dare him to say it, “She thinks anything is better than drugs.” “I cannot believe you two.” You turned back to Baz, “Leave right now-! Before he latches onto this...!” “I was only kidding!” But he motioned to leave anyway, grabbing Andrew’s shoulders again, “I know she’s joking but seriously no insider trading, mate, you’ll lose her!” “I’ll lose my job too probably!” “Ah-! Yeah, definitely not-!” Baz waved, “See you later, happy investing!” Then turned back, “Oh yeah! Pope, remember to make sure that portfolio also supports your uptown girls’ lavish lifestyle!” He looked directly at you, tongue in cheek. “WHAT?!” “Gotta cost to run a Lamborghini everywhere in your designer heels and purse, darlin’.” You let Baz know you were not impressed, but that only made him laugh as he started back down the stairs. Andrew watched him go with a shake of his head; “He’s a fucking moron.” “His heart is in the right place.” You mused, turning back to your partner, “Yours is sometimes, too.”

**

Before long Andrew was leaning on his arms staring at your computer screen with a blank look on his face. You thought that meant that his interested attention on this was just about over. You made sure your movement was slow as you ran your hand up his arm and shoulder, stroking his back gently before sifting your fingers through his hair. Andrew’s eyes remained on your screen as he blinked slow, but the quiet hum you pulled from him was enough; he was content. When you moved to shut everything down, he simply nodded and let you continue to stroke his back for a few minutes; he closed his eyes, moving his head to rest across his arms and you knew Andrew felt safe, he trusted you enough to simply do that. Baz gave you a general call soon after: “Kids! We’re eating if you wanna come grab something.” Andrew was slow off the mark, wanting to stay with just you for a little while longer, but when he followed you downstairs, Baz and Jay were out of the way of the main room and kitchen. You sat yourself up on the counter as you both continued your conversation, sometimes with words and sometimes in silence but fluid, there was no break in communication, not even once. Andrew remained as close to you as possible and you ate in comfortable silence, still content to sit up on the counter. He seemed a little too into touching you today, nearly always keeping a hand on one part of you – you were prepared to call him possessive; it was surely Jay’s presence making him do this. If not you’d welcome a change up, but you highly doubted that after all this time Andrew would do such a thing. You let him if only to revel in the attention, making sure to afford him affection back, hand over his, or touching him in the same place. All very delicate – and yet kissing you was a step too far, no matter how close he got. You’d persuade one out of him eventually, you were sure… You spent a little time after that talking with Jay and Baz, glad that the other three weren’t present. Although not entirely sure why, also not eager to find out. Andrew’s participation in the conversation barely registered, attention on you the whole time. Today not hard to keep, and very much wanted. If only you could guarantee such a thing more regularly… and yet maybe if Baz and yourself managed to achieve something, and start something here, perhaps you really could. Eventually your mobile rudely interrupted you. “What? No! Stay!” Baz protested. “Much as I would love to,” you glanced to Andrew, “and I really would – David’s in town so I gotta go meet him.” “David?” “Brother.” Andrew answered for you. You noticed how it never quite got back to his family that your foster brother also happened to be a cop. Long may it remain that way. “Aw, bring him here!” “Uh. NO.” You waved that one off quickly, “It was lovely to meet you Jay! Baz, a pleasure as always!” “No worries – I’ll call you later this week, yeah?” “You may.” You gave him a wink, as if he needed your permission, and collected your bag before Andrew walked you to the door. “If you need me to get you a computer-” He made a sound of discontent, “Let’s just- see how it goes. Okay?” “Alright, but I’m here for you, you know that, right?” “Of course I do.” He gave a nod, “I said I’d try. I’m not breaking a promise to you.” Try was a big word, Andrew was always trying for you… You just wanted something to stick now. You prayed it would be this. His hand remained in yours until you got to the outside door, where you swivelled back to him, gathering his other hand. “Thank you, for hearing us out on this.” “Save that for more than day one.” “But there’s a day one!” You beamed, “That already means more to me than you can imagine.” Andrew gave a nonchalant shrug, but he could imagine, quite clearly. You pulled yourself into him, brushing your lips gently to his. As he wasn’t being so generous with his kisses today, you were content to leave it as just that. Instead Andrew let your hands go and locked his arms behind your shoulders; keeping you against his lips, Andrew’s kiss became fierce. Oh, you’ll kiss me like this now your nephew isn’t in sight, huh?! But you wanted it; pushing your body up against his you wound your arms around him, fingers tangling back in his hair as he coaxed a gentle groan from you. Of course that was what Andrew wanted, by the way he smirked into the kiss. He pulled back, leaving you a little wide eyed and whiney, automatically craving more than that – and trying to catch your breath without panting too hard. By the way his eyes were studying your face (and liking what he saw), Andrew was clearly going to leave it there and took a step back as if to prove it. “Will I see you later?” It took a moment for what he’d said to register, “Uh, I… We’re having dinner, but as far as I know he’s driving back. Do you want me back… here?” “Call me when you’re done. I’ll see where I’m at.” “O-Okay…” Your head was still swimming from the kiss, and he shook his head slowly at you, granting you a single chaste one for balance, and as a mercy. You almost verbally thanked him. You took Andrew’s hand back in yours to walk those final two steps out of the house and the door, before turning to say your final goodbyes. Probably not for the day, maybe you’d get to see him later on. Hopefully he’d make good on that kiss – there’s no way Andrew didn’t know you didn’t want to leave him now. As you walked towards your car he couldn’t resist calling after you: “Don’t forget to keep me up to date on what you’re doing before you report to the street!” You couldn’t help but burst out laughing as you slid into your car, “Hell no, Andrew Cody! We aren’t doing that!” As you buckled up and started your engine he strolled over, so you wound your window down, “What?” He leant on your car door, “I did want to thank you for coming up. On account of everything else you do. Take care of yourself.” You rubbed his hands affectionately with a small smile, “You don’t have to thank me verbally.” Evidence, that’s what you really wanted. “I will, make sure you do too. No insider trading! I’m serious!” “No promises. Say hi to David.” You rolled your eyes, “Yeah, he’s exactly the kind of person who’d pick you up on it… Stay safe, at least until I call you again.” Andrew gave a nod, but it wouldn’t surprise you if his fingers were crossed behind his back as he stepped away from your car, hand raised. You waved back, taking a deep breath. One step at a time… You could do this, the three of you could do this if you worked together… It would be worth it; the road might be long but the destination was worth getting to. If Andrew could see that. He will, one day he will… You smiled as you pulled from the curb, you had faith, you believed in him. You had a future. There was nothing else worth believing in.

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Thank you for reading! 😘😘😘

#Animal Kingdom #Ben Mendelsohn #Andrew Cody #Pope Cody #Andrew Pope Cody #186 #Andrew Cody x Reader #Andrew Pope Cody x Reader #Pope Cody x Reader #double-meaning title! #I think he looses the Ben element just once here #and I also realise how much of this is her initiating affection which goes back on nearly everything said previous... but it works for this #Elaiyna #Probably the more realistic way of how Elaiyna would meet Jay for the first time #Oh yeah David is back! #AU because Baz is alive and obvs in my head Andrew does this for real and we get a nice ending #Because honestly this is not a relationship I want to tear apart. But I don't see how they can work out either #Learning with Linzi: Stock Trading

[elowynlavellan]

Locked Inside Me 

Part 2 (click here to see part 1)

You had been driving around for ages when you finally got a text. Two texts. You stared at your phone in silence, one from J and one from Pope. They both said basically the same thing, that Pope made it to Smurf’s. J, though, said some bullshit about wanting to know if you were okay. You threw the phone down into the seat next to you. Of course, you weren’t fucking okay.

You breathed, though, a long sigh of relief, it washed over you and the tension left your body.

You cried, your hands firmly on the steering wheel in a dark corner of a street somewhere, parked. You couldn’t believe Pope had done that to you.  

You were fuming on your way back to Smurf’s. You didn’t respond to either of their messages, instead you’d let Pope have it when you got back. Something about yelling at him over the phone or with capitalized letters didn’t do your anger justice.

Once you parked the car out the front of the house, you were quickly let in through their front gate by someone inside. Despite the pure anger plastered all over your face.

You didn’t bother knocking on the front door and instead let yourself in through the back. You saw them crowded altogether near the pool, no other guests except the Codys and Nicky and a girl you didn’t really recognize.

You couldn’t contain your anger and when you saw Pope standing there, in his blue collar-shirt and a gun in his hand, you let loose.

You stormed up to him, not caring about what the others might think, and shoved him in the chest. He was surprised to see you and even more surprised at your act of violence against him. But he spotted the tears in your eyes and the way you clenched your jaw and he knew why.

“You stupid fucking prick,” you said, so evenly and calmly that it scared even you. You shoved him again and he took it, he accepted it, but this time Baz grabbed ahold of your arms from behind. You shook at his grip, but it wasn’t loosening.

Pope stared at you and glanced at the others, “Y/N—”

“Shut the fuck up!” you retaliated, shaken with more tears. Pope shifted uncomfortably under your stare. “I can’t fucking believe you—”

“What the fuck did you do, Pope?” Baz interjected. You couldn’t see the look on his face because he was still grasping your arms behind you to keep you from losing your shit completely at Pope, but you could tell by his voice that he was mostly confused.

Pope stared at his brother and said, “Nothing, I—”

You wrestled against Baz’s grip and yelled, “I know what you were gonna do!”

“What is she talking about?” Deran asked, curiosity getting the better of him. The others just stared at the pair of you in silence. J had a concerned look on his face, and obviously got the answer to his question about whether you were okay or not.

Pope refused to answer so you kept talking.

“I know why you fucking sent it, Andrew. I’m not stupid. I know what you were gonna do and I can’t—” you sobbed and couldn’t finish the rest of your sentence. You swallowed down more tears and twisted at Baz’s grip, “Just let me go, already!”

“Not if you’re—” Baz started but was quickly interrupted.

“Let her go,” Pope said, calmly.

Baz looked at his brother momentarily, as if he was crazy, but let you go, nonetheless. You shook out your arms from his tight grip. You were still mad, and you wiped your face with your sleeve.

Pope started, “I’m sorry—”

“I can’t believe y-you would do that to me,” you stammered, your emotions taking over.

“But I didn’t,” he argued, firmly, his jaw clenched, trying hard to keep it together himself. Especially at the sight of you, emotionally wrecked because of what he did. He hated it and he hated himself for causing it.

You shook your head at him, “You were going to.”

“I wasn’t, I—”

“You fucking clicked send, Andrew!” Your chest was heaving up and down by now and you couldn’t stop the emotions, they rolled in like waves on a beach. And you were the sand, soaking them up.

The others stared at the commotion, unable to put in their own thought because none of them had a clue what Pope almost did to himself. Only you.

Pope swallowed firmly, “But I didn’t do it, Y/N,” he urged, wanting you so badly to stop crying. Wanting everyone to go away and leave him alone, except for you. He just wanted to talk to you.

“What is she talking about, Pope?” Baz interrupted, still staring at him.

You shoved Pope again, angrily. He took it gladly, so you shoved him again, harder. You wanted him to know the how it felt for you to receive a suicide note over the phone, but you could never replicate that for him.

You were just so mad. Too mad. Baz didn’t try to stop you when he realized that you weren’t going to really hurt Pope.

You stood there a moment, your breathing evening out and your anger slowly subsiding. But you were hurt. Hurt more than you could ever say. Pope could tell, too, he could see it in your eyes. He’d broken your trust and he hated himself for it.

Pope couldn’t look at you.

You swallowed the fresh tears back, “Don’t you ever fucking do that again, okay?” At first, he didn’t respond, so you shoved him one final time, “Okay!?”

“Okay,” he repeated, quietly. Like a scolded child.

You stood there until it sunk in for him, until you could tell that he knew how much he had hurt you. Then you left without glancing back at him or anyone.

***

You had left Pope’s wardrobe after a minute or two. You heard voices outside, so you decided to sneak out of the bedroom and toward the backdoor. You were still alarmed, your anxiety through the roof. Whoever it was outside must be a major threat.

You peeked through the blinds of the back window and saw Pope sitting on the concrete ledge that bordered his back porch; he was facing the beach. You saw the other figure move slowly to him. You recognized the back of his head. The clothes, the haircut... It was Baz. You stood up straight, thinking it must have been some sort of mistake on Pope’s part to have acted so irrationally. But you spotted the gun in Baz’s hand.

You ducked down again, quickly and noiselessly. What the fuck was Baz doing with a gun? Your eyes were wide, and alarm bells in your head rang, what were you supposed to do? You lifted yourself up just enough to peer through the blinds again.

“She didn’t suffer,” Pope admitted, his speech splintered with regret. It was muffled through the glass that separated you, but you could hear him well enough. He lowered his head, “We thought she was… talking to the cops…” There was a moment’s hesitation and you could see the strain on Baz’s face.

Pope struggled to get the rest out, “I loved her.”

You sat back down, immediately. You cupped your hand over your mouth and breathed hard. You heard Pope talking still but you didn’t need to listen anymore, you knew what had happened. You sat there, stunned. Leaning against the wall, your knees tucked up to your chest, you breathed ever so quietly. You tried to compose yourself but the shock of Pope’s confession to Catherine’s murder overwhelmed you.

Pope’s voice grew angrier and angrier, to the point of yelling. You couldn’t move, couldn’t think. Was Baz here to hurt him?

“Go ahead and do it…” Pope urged, after Baz refused to argue with him. “I want you to do it, please!”

You stood up at this moment, you weren’t sure why, at the time, but you did. You stood up and stared through the windows at both of them. Baz’s gun was still held at the ready and Pope had given up on fighting with him any longer. He just sat there, his back to you and Baz.

Baz held his gun as if he was fighting the urge. You wanted to move but you couldn’t, your feet were planted firmly in their position and they refused to give way. If you distracted him, you might save Pope, but surprising an emotional man with a loaded gun was never a smart move.

Baz slid the gun into his back pocket and grabbed Pope by the face, shaking him with vigour and aggression. “I know it was Smurf, I know,” he growled and fought to keep Pope under his grip.

You watched from inside as the two men grappled with each other and heard Baz say, “It wasn’t you. Look at me!” Baz finally had a better grip on Pope so that he couldn’t look anywhere else but into Baz’s eyes, and Baz continued, “Look at me, I love you brother, I love you, I take care of you. That’s what I do, I take care of you. I’ll always take care of you.” He shook Pope until he was still, either out of intimidation or disbelief, “I forgive you. You hear me? I forgive you.” Pope accepted the embrace Baz gave him and sobbed into his shoulder at his brother’s words.

You stared at them, as they hugged, through the blinds that covered the back windows, still standing in the same position. You weren’t afraid but your heart ached for the pair of them and the control that Smurf had over their lives.

You passed the furniture until you made it to the sliding door and opened it but didn’t take another step.

Baz reassured Pope, though he was trying his best to keep himself together, and their embrace parted. Baz noticed your presence by the door and glanced to his brother. Pope looked to you standing at the sliding door and quickly wiped his tears away with the back of his hand. He didn’t say a word to either of you and turned away.

Baz was not alarmed but if you knew what Pope had done, that would be a problem. He didn’t trust you completely, although he knew how much you cared about his brother, and how much Pope cared for you. He touched Pope on the shoulder as he passed him and came to you at the back door. He could see you were disturbed by the commotion; he could tell you knew what had happened by the concerned look in your eyes.

“You need a ride?” It was his way of asking whether or not you were going to turn on them, turn on Pope and do something stupid like go to the police with his confession.

But you would never do that to him. You could never do that to Pope. You knew what a snake Smurf was and seeing Baz forgive him so easily and quickly, you knew Baz understood it too. You shook your head, “I think I’m gonna stay. Make sure he’s okay.”

Baz wasn’t surprised by your response, in fact, deep down, he knew. And he was thankful. He smiled sadly and then touched your shoulder briefly before announcing his departure, he apparently had some other ‘shit to deal with’. You heard him leave through the front door.

You stared at Pope who had not turned to face you, still. He was staring out at the ocean, the crashing of salty water onto the sand. The breeze that ruffled his curled hair. He didn’t want to look at you, not out of shame for you but shame for himself.

You slowly closed the door behind you as you stepped out onto his back porch. The air met your skin and you sighed.

Pope finally registered your existence by turning to, reluctantly, look at you. His eyes were still wet and red, and he cowered as if in danger, like an abused dog. You stared at him, your lip quivered out of heartbreak for him and you realized that you could never be afraid of him.

You rushed toward him and without hesitation, wrapped your arms around him. He trembled at your touch; you could tell he was surprised. You didn’t say anything except let your embrace speak for itself. At first, he was doubtful and distrusting but it soon dissipated as he returned the warmth you gave him by squeezing you, holding you closer, his face nestled into your neck.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, it was muffled by your jacket. You didn’t know what he was apologizing for, exactly, if it was for Cath or Baz, or the text message and almost suicide attempt, or maybe it was just an apology to you for having to care about someone like him. Whatever it was, it wasn’t needed. You understood. You understood him.

“It’ll be okay, Pope,” you finally said, after a moment’s pause. You squeezed him in reassurance.

He lifted his head and his eyes met yours, only a little watery now. He pressed his head to you, his forehead touched yours and both your noses brushed by each other. His eyes were closed. You closed your eyes, too. You both thought about how familiar each other’s touch was, and it sparked a memory for Pope.

He spoke first, “You…” he swallowed, nervously, “You remember the sky full of stars?”

You smiled, stupidly, and your cheeks flushed a light pink.

He peered at you through slightly opened eyes, now no longer resting his face against yours, “I wasn’t sure if you remembered.”

You opened your eyes, “I do. All of it.”

He brushed strands of hair away from your face, that had blown out of place from the sea breeze, eager to touch you. He hesitated at first, to kiss you, but you encouraged him as you met his lips. His hands pulled you closer to him and he kissed you deeply. He moved his hands to hold your face and your arms wrapped around him; your body touching him almost completely, you didn’t want to not be near him.

Your kiss parted and he breathed in, deeply, but he still held you close to him. “I thought… I thought I had no one.” His eyes were already open when you opened yours at his words. He swallowed, “I… I wanted to tell you for so long, I wanted to tell Baz, but I couldn’t because I was a coward.” His thumb swiped the sand from your cheek and his breath trembled. He wet his lips nervously, unable to look into your eyes. “Last night, I told Amy and… she didn’t…” he trailed off, closing his eyes briefly. “I just couldn’t take it; I couldn’t take keeping this secret anymore.” He relaxed his shoulders, but his jaw was still tight with tension, “I told her because it didn’t matter… in the end, it didn’t matter what she thought.” He swallowed, “But with you… with you, it mattered. And so, when I told her and she freaked out, I thought I could never tell anyone, ever and… I went to the beach. I sent that message to you and I’m so sorry—” his voice cracked with guilt and shame, but you knew what he meant. You knew why he was going to do it and you understood.

“It’s okay,” you affirmed, your hands holding his face, now, his eyes finally resting on yours, “It’s okay, Pope. I know. I know.”

He calmed down at your soothing voice and the touch of your hands on his face. He leaned his forehead onto your shoulder, and you wrapped your arms around him again, kissing his cheek. “You’ve got me, always.”

He squeezed you tight and never wanted to let you go.

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[jamie-nicole-97-blog]

Confess - Andrew "Pope" Cody x Reader

Animal Kingdom Smut Drabble

Summary - Reader and Pope stake out a church for a possible job and she has a kink she wants to try.

Warnings - language, smut, blow job in public place and mention of robbery

Gif isn't mine found online

Andrew and Y/n felt very out of place sitting in church they halfway expected to burst into flames. They all thought robbing a church was low even for them, but it was 300, 000 dollars. They had to stake the place out so they could place cameras in the church and learn their secutity routine. Pope was nervous and frustrated with the country western music and Y/n was bored. That's when she had an idea, and she sunk out of her chair to her knees on floor. To Andrew's surprise she unhooked his belt and unfastened his pants taking his dick out. She took his dick into her mouth and he raised his head up as she bobbed her head up and down his dick. He threw his head up, trying hard not to make a sound not to let other church goers know what they were doing in God's house.

Y/n deep throated him and his dick hit the back of her throat squeezing around his dick. She bobbed her head and hollowed her cheeks all while moaning around him. He fisted her hair with his hands tangling his fingers through her hair. Pope pulled her hair and bit his lip as he shot his cum into her mouth. Y/n fixed his dick and his clothes and sat up looking at him swallowing his cum with a smile on her face.

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[crimsonheart01]

May I ask for another pope cody x reader?

My sweet babes! Thank you for stopping by ♥️ Let me preface this by saying, I don’t normally do requests because they stress me tf out. I can’t handle the pressure of them. 😆😭 B U T the world needs to show Pope way more love than he gets.

Soooooooo, here’s a quick lil drabble for you 😘 disclaimer: it’s been a really long time since I’ve written for Pope. I hope I still do him justice. 

Word Count: 2.3k

Playlist: Bad Moon Rising (feat. Peter Dreimanis) - Mourning Ritual

Warnings: swearing, drugs, drinking, Pope. 

“Don't go around tonight Well, it's bound to take your life There's a bad moon on the rise“ Bad Moon Rising (feat. Peter Dreimanis) - Mourning Ritual

You sat in the cab of Deran’s truck, listening to him and Craig argue about something irrelevant. All you wanted was for them to pack their shit up and take you to the bar.

You knew you should’ve grabbed a cab, or even an uber, but no. Deran offered you a ride from the beach and you were just broke enough to use the free ride.

With an eye roll and an exasperated sigh, you laid back on the cool metal and relaxed. It wasn’t like you were in a rush. You just hated being at someone else’s mercy when it came to getting around town.

It must have been a good twenty minutes later when Deran smacked the arch of your foot making you yelp and sit up. He grinned over at you and you scowled.

“Let’s go,” His voice coming out in a whine that you knew was absolutely fake, “You’re holding us all up.”

“Yeah!” Craig yelled back, pulling himself into the passenger seat.

“For fucks sake,” You grumbled to yourself as you climbed over from the cab into the back seat, “You two are the most annoying assholes on the planet.”

They both looked back at you with matching grins.

“But, you love us,” Craig winked.

You shook your head at him and scoffed in amusement, “More like I love your drugs, but yeah sure let’s go with that.”

All three of you laughed. You loved the Cody family, having grown up with them. They were always there for you, even at your worst. You’d even met the newest member, J. He was adorable for a kid and you could see him picking up with the family super quick.

You reclined across the entire back seat with a sigh and stared up at the evening sky. There was only one brother who remained elusive, and of course that happened to be the one you wanted to see the most. You’d always harboured a crush on the oldest Cody. As ill advised as it was. 

You would never tell any of the other Cody’s about your crush but it was always there, simmering under the surface. Every time you caught a glimpse of them, you always did that cursory scan for the oldest brother, and you always came up short. It had been several months since you last saw him. 

Your body bumped along with the car as Deran drove you down to his bar. You briefly wondered if you’d get to see the one Cody you wanted to see more than the rest, but you clamped down on that hope, knowing it was all for nothing. 

Pope Cody didn’t do crowds. 

Pope Cody wasn’t a barfly. 

Pope Cody preferred quiet. 

You pulled yourself up to hover between the two front seats and immersed yourself with shooting the shit with the other Cody brothers. Letting yourself forget the pining etched deep in your chest. 

The drive to Deran’s bar wasn’t long and before you knew it, Craig was reaching out one hand to catch you as you hopped down from the back seat. Together, the three of you blew in through the back door. The bar was already packed but thanks to the fact that you rolled deep with the family, it wasn’t hard to find a seat at the bar. Deran ducked behind the counter and took up tending, while you and Craig milled around. 

Deran was nice enough to hand you the first beer on the house and you thanked him with a warm smile. From that point on, the night progressed nicely. You had flit between catching up with a few regulars and hustling a few newbies in pool. After a while though, you really needed to hit up the washroom. You didn’t particularly care to break the seal, but it had been too long a night to try and hold it any longer. 

Promising that you’d be back soon, you sank your last ball and then handed your cue over to Craig, heading off to the bathroom. 

It took you longer than you cared admit to actually get yourself righted after emptying your bladder, but between being sun tired and the few beers you’d had, it was to be expected. Finally out of the stall, you washed up quickly and then adjusted your shirt as you pushed the bathroom door open with your shoulder. As you entered the dim hallway, you stopped abruptly at the presence standing by the kitchen. You pulled back slightly, the breath catching in your throat. 

There standing in the doorway to the kitchen was Andrew “Pope” Cody.

Your heart began pounding in your chest and you felt your adrenaline spike with anticipation. You hadn’t seen him in months and now he was here, standing freely in front of you. You took a half step forward but paused. 

He hadn’t noticed you, too busy speaking with whoever was on the other side of the door. You floundered, unsure of where to go or what to do. You didn’t want to be caught standing here. He’d only assume the worst. It was in his nature to be distrustful and that wasn’t something you ever wanted him to think of of you. 

You burned through your options. Realistically, you only had two. You could turn tail and hide away in the bathroom until the coast was clear. But that also had a sure way of backfiring on you. Or you could straighten your shoulders and make your presence known. Yes, you had to take the most direct route. Swallowing your nerves, you made your decision. 

You walked down the hallway, back towards the bar and closer to the kitchen door. You made sure to walk heavily, letting your footsteps give you away. You kept your gaze trained on Pope’s profile. You felt as your stomach flipped in anticipation. You realized that you didn’t care what kind of reception he gave you, you only wanted him to see you. Maybe give yourself an opening to start a conversation. 

As you approached, you watched as Pope’s head tilted then turned to catch you walking forward. His eyes met yours and you felt as if you were caught in his gravitational pull. The world around you ceased to exist. Nothing mattered except that he was looking right at you, recognition sitting in his gaze.

Everything about him pulled you towards him. All you wanted was to get wrapped up and lost in him but instead you fought through the pull. You continued forward and then turned to exit back into the bar. Pope watching you intensely as you passed by. 

You heard Craig’s voice coming from the kitchen and you looked back to find both Pope and Craig looking at you. Craig gave you a quick smile but Pope’s expression didn’t change from his blank mask. You nodded to Craig and then slipped back into the main bar, letting the noise swallow you up. 

~(AK)~

It took you a while to balance yourself out again, after the encounter with Pope. Although, you weren’t sure you could even call it that. He didn’t even say anything to you, nor you to him. It was barely even a moment. Shaking it off, you threw yourself into another round of pool with a few friends. 

After a few shots, Craig came back to the table and leaned up beside you. You glanced at him from the corner of your eye and he caught yours with another smile, this one warmer than the last one he met you with. You smiled back, lined up your shot and then sank your ball. As you stood up, you wondered if Pope was already gone or if you could figure out a way to chase after him. 

However, when you backed away from the table to let Craig take the next shot, you felt a heat prickling on your neck. You shook the feeling off but when you looked up, you found out what was causing the feeling. Standing on the opposite side of the bar, with a beer in his hand, was Pope Cody, and he was staring at you. You met his gaze head on, unsure of what it meant that he was watching you, but damned if you wouldn’t hold his attention for as long as you could. 

You and Craig continued to play your game, racking up more money as the time went on. People still not learning to not bet against you when it came to this game, but Craig was thrilled about it because he was making bank. Finally having had enough, you called it in, splitting your winnings with Craig and pocketing your share. You stepped up to the bar, calling out for Deran and giving him a generous tip. He grinned over at you and then offered to call you a cab. You went to shake your head no, when another voice cut in. 

“I’ll drive you home.” 

Both you and Deran were stunned to see Pope standing there, offering you a ride home. Deran smirked, telling you that your secret crush wasn’t so secret after all. You opened your mouth to refuse the offer but Deran cut you off. 

“Thanks Pope,” He said, “Take good care of our girl.” 

You closed your eyes at how thick he was laying it on but when you opened your eyes again, Pope was watching you intently. You inhaled, letting the excitement masked as anxiety fill you. Pope waited for you to lead the way, and then together you both exited out the back door of the bar and into the parking lot. 

From here, Pope lead you to his truck and you climbed up into the passenger’s seat. He waited until you were settled before starting it up. You gave him your address and he nodded, turning in the direction of your apartment. The drive was comfortably quiet. There was a charged atmosphere around you, but it wasn’t one that had you on edge. It was one that had you relaxing. A feeling you knew was purely because you were in his presence. 

You knew that most people who met Pope ran scared but not you. In all the years you knew the Cody’s, he never intimidated you. He would always just be Andrew Cody to you. The oldest Cody brother. The protector. The one who would do anything for the ones that he loved. You settled further into your seat, relaxing and staring out the window at the passing scenery.

Pope didn’t try to spark up any conversation and that was perfectly fine with you. It had been a long night and the quiet he offered was welcomed. After a short time, he slowed to a stop in front of your apartment. You gazed up at the building then turned to him. 

“Thanks, Pope.” You said. 

He nodded but didn’t say anything in response. You reached for the door but then stopped yourself. This might be your only chance. You didn’t know how long it would be until you got to see him again and you’d be damned if you didn’t at least try. 

You heard as Pope said your name, noticing your hesitation, and that spurred you on. Licking your lips you turned back around and faced him. 

“It was nice to see you today,” You murmured, “Even though we didn’t get a chance to really talk.” You watched as an emotion flickered across his face but then fell back into the mask. You smiled, “Thanks again for offering to take me home.” 

Mustering up all your courage, you leaned across the seat and caught his far cheek with your palm, tugging him towards you and you pressed a kiss to his other cheek. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself a few seconds to linger, you reveled at the softness of his skin beneath your fingertips and lips. 

You broke away slowly, inching yourself back to sitting on your side of the truck, your eyes fluttering back open. Pope’s face was still tilted in the angle that you’d pulled him into but he was staring directly at you. You blinked, waiting an extra moment while he processed your advance. 

Proud of yourself for taking a chance, you smiled and went to pull your door open only to be stopped by his hand wrapping around your wrist. You paused again, looking down at his hand and then back up at him. You waited, knowing that he was working up to something, and didn’t want to rush the moment. 

“I’ll come - I’ll come check on you in the morning.” He said with a curt nod. 

You fought the urge to bite down on your lip and instead let the smile grow on your face at his statement. 

You nodded, “I’d like that.” 

After another long moment of unbreakable eye contact, he unwrapped his hand from your arm and you hopped out of his truck. You passed across the front of the it, then stepped in closer to his window as you made your way towards your building. 

“Goodnight Andrew,” You murmured as you passed his side. 

You watched as his head snapped in your direction at the use of his government name. You caught the subtle tick of his jaw and knew that response meant he liked it. You smiled one last time before turning away from him completely and letting him watch you until you were safely instead the lobby of your building. It wasn’t until you got upstairs to your apartment and looked out from the balcony that he finally drove away. Your heart fluttered, knowing that he waited to make sure that you got home safely. 

You dropped down onto your bed and grinned up at the ceiling. Pope Cody had a thing for you too. 

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𝕌ℙ𝔻𝔸𝕋𝔼

Hey, hi. I am so sorry that I haven't been posting on here that much. Currently right now I am a year 12 student and i and towards the end of my last year of high school. Along with that comes with mountains of homework, long hours of studying etc. Reason number 2 my lovely grandfather is now in hospice care due to his physical and mental health, he is a cancer survivor but he is only getting the worst of it now as he is getting older.

along with that my own mental health is something that I need to loom after as well, i love and appreciate all of the love and care for my work that i have already posted on this account. i know it is shitty that i do not post every single day like i said i would but it’s just hard for me at the moment, my head is in not in the right place at all.  I have everything lined up ready to be typed and published but i guess i just need that spike or source of energy to publish i guess. things will go back to normal i promise. but whilst there is nothing being published leave me some requests in my inbox.

I just want to say thank you for your patience, i love and appreciate you all ❤❤

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[cedricssmile]

move on - Andrew Cody

summary: y/n had been away from home for a while and had no idea that Andrew was getting let out of prison, the two have a past, it was a past of unresolved feelings. but y/n has moved on.. or had she/ pairing: Andrew ‘Pope’ Cody x Fem!Reader  warnings: swearing, drinking, smoking  word count:  requested?: no this is one of my own 

[ PLEASE DO NOT TAKE OR TAKE CREDIT FOR MY WORK ]  [not my gif, credit to owner I cannot remember the blog name  ] 

five months ago y/n decided it was best for her to leave Oceanside for a while, she needed to get away from all of craziness that was the Cody family. Her parents grew up with Smurf they knew every secret that the woman had to offer, in the early 2000′s y/n and Pope had a fling they didn’t even know themselves as to how it happened it just did.  “You said you were coming home today that true?” Deran asked y/n, the two were on a phone call and they had been for just under a hour or two.  “Yes, I am. Seb he’s staying here in LA with his kid until I come back I guess.” y/n replied back as she took a drag from her smoke.  “You all good?” Deran asked again.  “Yeah, I’m fine just a bust day getting all of my shit together I guess, I think I am gonna stay home for a while.” y/n stated  “Why’s that?”  “Nothing, I just miss home.” y/n said truthfully  ** y/n parked her car on the road just outside of the Cody house she was not surprised when she was the amount of cars that were surrounding the house already, she could already smell the weed and alcohol before even walking into the backyard. That was where she was greeted with massive bear hug from Craig.  “You’re back!” he yelled as he spun the girl around slightly. “Can’t breathe!” y/n yelled with a slight laugh. “Sorry. I’ve just missed you.” Craig said then hugged her properly.  “Missed you too.”  The two walked into the yard more and was greeted by Deran, who y/n was overjoyed to see. not that she wasn’t happy to see Craig because she was, she just missed Deran a little more.  “Come ‘ere.” y/n said when she saw Deran his eye’s lit up when he saw his friend he rushed towards her and tugged almost the same as to what Craig did just moments before.  “God I’ve missed you.” y/n said as she hugged her best-friend  she heard him laugh a little before speaking himself.  “Missed you too. Want a drink?” he asked and she nodded her head with a yes.  “Did you tell Smurf you were coming back?” Deran asked as he passed the beer bottle to her.  “No. I packed up my things and left.” y/n said then took a sip of her beer.  “Hey what happened there?” Deran asked as he slowly lifted his hand to run his fingers slightly over the purple and blue that dusted the area below y/n’s right eye.  “It was nothing, I had accident on my bike earlier this week. I’m okay.” she said with a smile to silence Deran about it, all Deran did was nod then look slightly over to Craig and they both shared the same expression of not believing their friend.  “what’s the occasion for the party?” y/n asked after she sat down “Smurf, what she wants goes.” Craig answered the question for her. “Got that one right.” y/n answered back.  Within the five months that y/n was away a lot had changed, Julia died, Julia’s kid is not living with the family and Andrew got out of prison, the Andrew thing is the main thing that the entire family was worried about, Deran and Craig knew that she was going to be mad at him for not telling her but everyone knew it was for the best.  “I’ll be back need to go to the bathroom.” y/n said and headed for the back door.  “Pope and Smurf are right there.” Craig said to Deran slightly and he nodded his head and they both got up and followed y/n.  “Y/n. Wait hold up-.”  “Holy shit, you’re home.” y/n said out loud when she saw Pope standing next to his mother in the kitchen. “Y/n, baby you’re home.” Smurf said with a smile and then walked from where she was and over to the girl and kissed her on the forehead.  “Why didn’t you tell me?” y/n asked and turned her head to look at the two men behind her.  “Didn’t want you to freak out, like what you are doing right now.” Deran answered.  y/n sighed then turned around to face Pope again.  “Don’t think that anything between us goes back to the way it was.” y/n says with a stern voice. All he does it nod his head.  “Geeze where is Adrian, I need someone who won’t lie to me.”  “Baby you gotta understand we did it for you.” Smurf tried to calm her down.  “We didn’t tell you, because you’re with Seb now.” Craig said and y/n was very quick to turn around and give him the most threatening death stare she could muster.  “You’re with someone?” Andrew asked y/m turned around to look at Andrew once again, she looked at him with sad eye’s and nodded her head with a yes.   “And I am happy, so you have to respect that.” y/n said to him.  “Well then why the hell is there a bruise on your face then?” Craig asked “As I told Deran I stacked it on my bike, no big deal.”  “You don’t have to lie, you can tell us baby.” Smurf said and placed her hand on y/n’s shoulder softly.  “I am fine!” y/n yelled and pushed Smurf off of her shoulder.  “Where’s my parents?” y/n asked and the Cody family members all looked at each other.   “Oh fucken hell, just tell me.”  Deran sighed before he spoke.  “well shit,”  “Their back in aren’t they?” y/n asked knowing exactly where they would be.  “They’re in in Folsom this time, you’re dad is facing twenty to life-.”  “Again, why didn’t you tell me?”  “We didn’t want you to freak out.” Craig answered.  “They’re my parents guy’s, I have the right to know. You know what I don’t think it was a good Idea for me to come back because it turns out that everyone is just lying to me. I thought we were all family but I guess not huh?” y/n said and then shrugged her shoulders.  “I would expect it from Baz or Smurf but not you Deran, I though we were closer then than.” Y/n said then walked out of the house picking up her things then going to the garage to grab her wetsuit and surf board that she kept here. She needed to go for a surf it calmed and made her forget about everything.

**  “I told you, we should of told her everything.” Deran said to his family.  They all looked at each other not knowing what to say because they all knew that he was right.  “We did it for her own good baby.” Smurf answered her son.  “What happened to her? I saw her storm out before.” Baz asked  “She found out about Pope, Wolfgang and Rose.” Craig said to his brother which made Baz sigh and run his hands over his face.  “Why didn’t you just tell her when it all first happened?” Baz asked  “Smurf thought it was a good idea to keep her in the dark.” Deran said and then looked sternly at his mother.  “Do we really believe that she actually stacked it on her bike? I mean the last time she bit it on her bike was over ten years ago.” Craig said  “I think he’s hitting her.” Craig said again. Deran nodded his head agreement.  “Let’s not jump to conclusions.” Smurf said to her boys an they were all gob-smacked at their mother for what she just said.  “Smurf, how the hell could you say that? We have seen him get angry and throw the worst hissy fits known to man. We have to keep her home, where she is safe.” Deran said to his mother and the other three brothers agreed with him, including Pope which was no surprise to anyone at all. He cared about the girl, more than anyone.  “I’ll go and get her.” Pope announced before standing from the sofa and walked into the his room to grab his things.  “Are we really just gonna let him go?” Craig asked  “He’s the only one who can bring her back and we all know it.” Smurf said to her sons.   * y/n loved the water it kept her calm and sane, she loved the way the water felt and they way sun tanned her skin every single time she was out on the water. Y/n made one last wave before paddling into shore, once she got to the sand she quickly undid the strap on her ankle and tucked the board under neath her shoulder and walked up to the parking lot.  When she got to her car she saw somebody leaning up on the side and out of all people it was Pope the last person she wanted to see right now. “What do you want Andrew.” y/n asked Pope as she placed the board into the back of the black scout.  “I want to know how you got that shinner.” he stated sternly.  “As I said I fucking bit it on my bike, so stop asking me.”  “The last time I remember you biting it on you’re bike was when you were sixteen, so I am asking again, how did you get the shinner?” he asked again and moved closer to y/n.   “I thought about you in there.” Pope aid softly this time round.  “Did you think about me?”  “Yeah, I guess.” Y/n said stepping away as she pulled down the zip of her wetsuit.  “So who’s this new guy then? Sebastin is it?” Pope asked  “I moved on from you Andrew, you need to move on as well, we have all changed.” y/n answered.  Pope watched y/n as she took the wetsuit fully off of her body, and as she walked over to the public shower that was just near by.  “Just tell me the truth please.” Pope tried to plead with the girl. “I have.”  “Bullshit.”  y/n didn’t answer all she did was rinse her body off from the cold water of the shower, then picked the towel up and wrapped it around her waist.  “I still love you.” Pope said and y/n stopped in her tracks.  She turned around and spoke.  “No, no you do not hace the right to be like that, you don’t just leave me for three years and come back and say that Andrew! I have a life, I have a Fiance, a son. I’ve moved on so you need to as well.” She said as she pointed at Andrew slightly.  “You’re enegaed?” Pope said with clear sadness within his words.  “Yeah, have been for three months. You went away okay! I didn’t know if I would ever see you again Andrew.”  Andrew moved closer to y/n and grabbed her hands.  “I don’t know if I ever can move on.”  “Well you’re gonna have to learn to.” 

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[ourhappylies]

Being J’s Twin Sister Would Include (Animal Kingdom)

Author: Cherry🍒 Requested: Anonymous.

- Quickly becoming favoured by the uncles while J is Smurf’s favourite.

- Being able to get away with almost anything.

- Being welcomed into the jobs quicker than what J is.

- Getting to experience things you never thought you would be able to like skydiving, skiing, etc.

- Enjoying and loving the freedom of being rich and not having to worry about being financially unstable.

- Having sweet nicknames from Pope, Craig, Baz and Deran.

- Helping Deran run his bar, he’d even teach you how to bartend.

- Babysitting Lena for Baz and him letting you drive any of his cars from his collection.

- All of the uncles would be very protective of you, they’d never let anything bad happen to you or let Smurf get to you.

- Anytime you start dating they’d go into the very over-protective mode.

- Being taught how to fight and use weapons.

- Smurf teaching you how to cook.

- Always being J’s confidant.

- Having a pact with J to never let anything get between the two of you.

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[plus-size-reader]

Pope’s Home pt.2

Andrew ‘Pope’ Cody x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1511 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: Craig apologizes to Pope’s girl, and makes her feel better after neglecting her, and then she and Andrew cuddle. 

Part 1 here

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Pope had been back for almost a week, and it was as if the two of you had never been separated in the first place. You had started taking your medicine again, eating, and even went to the doctor on Tuesday. Your mental state had done a total 180, and everyone could tell, which resulted in something not so common from Craig...guilt.

He knew that his brother had been counting on him to take care of you in his absence and he hadn't been able to do it because he was so preoccupied with jobs, and women, and blow. Sure, he loved coke, that wasn't a secret by any means but family came first, he could see that now.

Craig knew well enough that the issue had to be approached carefully because if he made a wrong move, Pope would probably lose his mind. That being said, he strolled down to the pool confidently, not letting all the mounting tension bother him as he approached.

You were sat beneath one of the palm trees, shades blocking your eyes and an umbrella perched above you to hide you from the sun. Pope had made Baz and Deran install it a few summers ago so you wouldn't burn, which they did after a few weeks back-and-forth complaining and threats.

A few feet away was Pope, making burgers on the grill. He'd missed being able to relax with you, and was trying his hardest to make up for all the time he'd lost in lockup...something Craig almost felt bad for interrupting. Before he could decide to turn around and go back inside, he was standing beside you, looking down at your resting frame dumbly.

It took only a moment for you to realize he was standing above you, watching you expectantly. Slowly, you removed your sunglasses, a curious look in your eyes, expecting him to say something about your exposed thighs that he loved so much. 

You hadn't been nearly as upset with the family as Pope was upon his return but that didn't make it any easier to look Craig in the eye after having hardly seen him for days. It seemed in bad taste to start the conversation but you knew the Cody's well enough to know that if you didn't break the ice, no one would.

"Can I help you with something Craig?" You wondered, trying to keep the whole situation as calm as possible, though you could see Pope already glancing in your direction from the grill, having noticed his brother's arrival finally.

At first the man only shrugged, trying his hardest to format the words in a way that you would, not only understand, but appreciate as well. He wanted you to know that he considered you a sister, and wouldn't let what had happened the last few years, continue any longer.

"Um, I just wanted to let you know that I feel like a real ass about everything, and...I'm, uh, sorry" he stammered the last word as if it physically brought him pain, and maybe it did. There was no way for you to be sure at this point, still, there was something sweet, and endearing about Craig's words that you couldn't ignore.

Slowly you smiled, sitting up a bit more before standing and wrapping him in a hug, shocking all three of you at the action. You had never once hugged Craig or any of his brothers in the time that you'd been dating. To be completely honest, you had always thought Baz was most likely to get the first hug just because of his paternal nature but that didn't seem to be the case any more.

"Thank you Craig" you muttered, holding tight for only a moment before letting him go completely and returning to your seat. He looked as if he'd seen a ghost for a second before turning back toward the house, jogging lightly all the way to the kitchen. He waved slightly at Pope as he passed but didn't dare say a word to him about it.

Feelings weren't easy for any of the Cody's but there was just something about you that brought out their better natures. It was because you were so innocent and breakable, they didn't want to see you hurt, it was against their better natures.

It took you a moment to revert back to relaxing in your chair, the towel draped over the plastic scratching lightly against your skin as you shifted. Before long, you had your attention poised back on the water, but you couldn't shake the idea that you were being watched.

You could feel Pope's eyes on you, burning your flesh in the best way as he surveyed you. You could feel his gaze on you, and even yet, it took a few minutes for you to indulge him.

"What are you thinking about?" You asked, tossing your legs down on the other side of the chair to get a better angle from which to survey him. He was watching you gingerly, his head slightly tilted like a small dog watching from the wrong side of the room.

Pope didn't reply at first, moving away from the grill over to where you were, not stopping until he was at your side. "They didn't treat you right while I was away, but you survived, and I'm proud of you" he hummed, giving you a slight smile as he pulled you into his side, his arm over your shoulder.

You didn't really feel like talking about it right now. All you wanted to do was be with Pope, relaxing and enjoying his company. If nothing else, you were ecstatic that the love of your life was back home and out of the slammer.

It was a feeling unlike any other to have him back.

"Don't worry about it Andrew, just sit here and relax with me" you pleaded, holding your hands out lightly to him, silently beckoning him to your side. Pope typically wasn't the kind to be that easily ordered around but he'd do anything for you so he did as you asked.

You looked so peaceful and happy, just sitting there on that stupid chair he'd been avoiding since he got home. Nothing had seemed right in his life since he'd left and now that he was back, it had all fallen back into place.

As soon as you felt Pope's muscular body against your own, you were more relaxed then you'd ever been.

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You woke up wrapped up in Pope's muscular arms, his rhythmic breathing lightly fanning the front of your face. He seemed so relaxed, and peaceful, it was nice. You hadn't seen him that way in such a long time.

Your morning continued this way for a while until Pope began to stir.

"What are you looking at?" he asked, his voice groggy and full of sleep. You couldn't help but jump a bit at the sudden question. As much as you loved Pope, his intense presence could be an alarming way to break the silence.

Your sudden movement jostled not only yourself but also your boyfriend, who huffed lightly at the jerking. Andrew could be such a big baby in the morning, but you weren't complaining. He moved on pretty quickly from his little fit, and pulled you closer against his body.

"We have things to do today, we have to get up" You whined, thinking about all the things Baz and Smurf may have for the two of you. Ever sine you'd gotten home, she had been keeping you busy. You knew why, she didn't trust you to be in the house alone.

There were just too many things you could find in the house that Smurf would rather you not know. She was okay with letting you in on what was going on in the family after Pope got arrested but she wasn't about to include you in on the jobs. There was no way in the world she would let that happen if she could help it.

That had always been the rule. You weren't going to be involved in the business until you two got married, because you weren't a permanent enough installment to risk the entire family over.

Pope didn't understand why there were so many rules but there was no argument to be had with Smurf Cody. She wasn't going to have it no matter what was happening in her life. Smurf would rather die than let her children tell her what to do.

All you got back in reply was a grumble as Andrew held you against him. You weren’t the only one who’d been on edge when you two were apart and your plush body against his own was just the ticket to total relaxation. "Just go back to sleep" there was no room for argument in the conversation, if you could call it that.

You thought about throwing a fit, and making the case that there were things to do but eventually you gave up and relaxed against him. Sleeping was easy, and everything just seemed better every time the two of you were together. Somehow, you drifted off to sleep with no problem at all, because you were finally home.

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[thespritepepsi]

It’s always been for you baby 🥰

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[smolbeandrabbles]

One Thing Right - Andrew ‘Pope’ Cody x Reader (Animal Kingdom)

Author’s Note: So, whilst this is a stand alone - it can also be a little re-imagining of ‘Last Habit’ (Specifically how long it takes her to forgive him) - and was actually part of Last Habit, before that story took me another direction and left me with this-!

Heavily based on the restaurant scene from both the movie and episode 1 of the show (If you’re here for the Show!)

One Thing Right - Marshmello & Kane Brown

Disclaimer: Animal Kingdom characters/plot not mine / lyrics & gifs not mine / leap from “Last Habit” idea based on discussion with Ms. @mandy23b​  

Premise: Still frustrated with Andrew from a continuing argument, you’re determined to hold it together for a dinner event. In reality though, can you help doing anything other than forgiving him? Even if he doesn’t apologise?

Words: 6469

Warnings: Swearing / References to drug taking

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I've cheated and I’ve lied I've broke down and I've cried I’ve got nothing to hide no more I've loved and I've hurt Broken people down with words More grace than I deserve, for sure Known to be crazy, known to be wild Mama had herself a little devilish child Ain't no stranger to the troubles at my door You saw right through my pain Kept us patient while I changed Never even crossed your mind to walk away  When I was gettin' crazy, reckless, and wild Actin' like my mama's little devilish child It took a heart like yours to find its place I’ve been at the wrong place at the wrong time Chasin' all the wrong things most of my life Been every kinda lost that you can't find But I got one thing right Been the kinda guy girls' mamas don't like Runnin' with the wrong crowd on the wrong nights 'Cause I've been wrong about a million times But I got one thing right... you Yeah, I got you ---

It all started with a nervous, little, nonchalant proposal. The same way that Andrew always asked you to do anything with him. Like a ‘no’ was no big deal… As if you would ever say no in the first place, but the alternative never really seemed to cross his mind. “So, uh, the guys are doing some… wives and girlfriends thing next week… I dunno…” He tapped the sideboard and wouldn’t meet your eyes, “If you wanna come, then…” You raised an eyebrow; “Who are the ‘wives and girlfriends’? Surely that’s just me and Cath…? Cuz Kelly is no longer around…?” “Nicky…” “Who!?” Was Craig onto someone else already? Perhaps Darren, he was a sweetheart. Who else? “Jay’s girlfriend.” Ahhhhhh!!!! Jay. Yes, you misremembered for a moment that Andrew’s nephew was living with them now. In fact you hadn’t been over since then, so you hadn’t met him either. “Oh! Yeah, of course… Well, do you want me there?” He still wasn’t quite meeting your eyes but he nodded, “Yeah, I think so.” You smiled sweetly with a nod of your own; “Then, honey, of course I’ll come!” ***

Andrew drummed his fingers on the back of the empty chair next to him; and Baz knew it wouldn't end there. "She'll be here, mate. She wouldn't miss this." Andrew only stared at him across the table with a look that clearly asked him to shut up. This kind of thing was awkward enough for him, without worrying about where you were. He had been having second thoughts about going - only you wanted to be there, so he would put up with mundane social interactions for you. Also, if you were there and his social battery ran out - which it so often did - you usually came up with brilliant excuses to leave, or let him just find protection and comfort in your presence. Andrew, you've done enough... It's okay... You were always fine alone; more than confident with answering all the questions for him when it was clear he was no longer going to actively participate.

 Only you hadn't shown up yet, and he had to shuffle awkwardly in his seat, almost wanting to blurt out that you were an actual real person, you were just late. But why? You hadn't given him a reason. Andrew was getting more anxious by the minute, and his best friend had to watch this unfold growing exceedingly uneasy himself. What would Andrew do if that battery ran out and you weren't here yet? What would he do if you were a no show…?

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DAMN. Today, of all days, was clearly not meant to be yours. Not only had you been called into work to fix something on a weekend, but now traffic back into the city was beyond a joke and your cell phone provider decided that this particular route had next to no signal on it.

 So, by the time you got to the restaurant you were flustered and frustrated, and thought you couldn't possibly have made a worse first impression. It wasn’t just the first impression either, it was what you knew would be going on in Andrew’s head that worried you more. You’d been fighting- Well, okay fighting was pushing it because you and Andrew didn’t really fight, mostly because you couldn’t help but be a little worried about exactly what may happen if you really did get to fighting with him. But his brothers had a nasty habit of doing drugs – and Andrew wasn’t ever want to miss a little bit of participation, despite the fact that you’d told him time and again that you weren’t happy when he did so. When he’d invited you to this event last week you had been excited about it. You hadn’t exactly ever hung around his family in a group like that before, and the more you thought the happier you got. Andrew never invited you to things like this because they weren’t even his scene (you supposed you might have to thank Baz for that later), so to be included at all very suddenly added a new dimension to your relationship. So, now you were super excited to meet Jay and Nicky – and finally have another Cody Girl™ to hang out with. That was until yesterday morning when you’d caught him in your apartment with drugs and subsequently thrown him out, telling him you didn’t know if you were coming today. And if you were honest with yourself you were still mad at him. But you also knew Andrew, he’d probably quietly indicated you were coming ‘no big deal’ and he certainly wouldn’t have told anyone that you’d thrown him out, suggesting you weren’t going to make it – mostly because that would have been too big of a confession. You could imagine the questions, the ammunition it would give his brothers. Selfishly you supposed your reputation was on the line here, and you didn’t want to let him down. Even if he’d let you down, Andrew just meant too much to you. Honestly, you just really really wanted to meet the kids. Besides you could sit here in traffic and reason with yourself – it was dinner, which meant a maximum of 3 hours interaction - if you were still pissed about the drugs (you would be.) then you didn’t have to go anywhere with him afterwards. Seeing everyone else was a little more important than not going just to spite him. You took a deep breath, checking your phone again – still nothing. Well, if you were late then you were shaving yet more time off having to interact, if you were prepared to see it that way.

Baz, facing the door, spotted you first and was off like a rocket. Thank GOD for that! You were holding your mobile in one hand, bag slung over your shoulder, oversized white shirt unbuttoned nearly all the way to reveal a black vest top, tucked into a work mini-skirt. But you’d slipped from your heels into your pumps to drive, and your shades were in your hair. All in all, your face said you’d had better days, but really Baz was just glad you were here. He enveloped you in a warm hug, which you were only too happy to return. "Oh, Baz! I'm so, so, SO sorry!" "What the hell happened!?" "Work-! IT. When isn't it IT?" You huffed and folded your arms, "I feel like us casing the place that one time ought to have told ya it was time to leave." You scoffed, laughing, "It's a good place to work, I just can't believe today of all days it was such a MESS - and traffic!? I haven't see it that bad when it's rush hour! I mean what the hell!!" “Aw, honey, I’m just glad you’re here – we were worried.” – about Andrew, who was worried about you. You bit your lip, looking everywhere but Baz’s face and the table, “How is he?” “He’s… Andrew. Why?” “He didn’t tell you did he?” “No.” Baz would never go for the ‘tell me what?’ if it was something so obvious as the way you looked back to him. You took a deep breath, throwing your phone into your bag, “Okay.” And then more to yourself than to Baz, “It’s gonna be fine.” “Woah, you… you wanna talk about it-!?” He stepped backward with your step forward and held his hand out, concerned. You shook your head, “Not right now, thanks Baz.” And you really did appreciate his concern, “I just wanna meet everyone!”

 Andrew looked just as relieved as Baz did, swivelled in his seat now to watch you both walk through the restaurant, by this time Baz was already trying to lighten your mood and he’d made you laugh more than once; you were smiling – he was good at that. Andrew vacated his seat to take the last few paces to hug you himself; that movement was important – he knew exactly what he’d done, and you weren’t sure if you were supposed to accept his PDA as an apology. But something about him holding you in his arms softened you for a moment; "Oh, baby, I'm so sorry!" You mumbled into his shirt, "I really... I really AM sorry! It's been the morning from hell..." He shook his head, almost not caring; loving the feel of you holding him this close, your nails digging into his shirt. You gave him just the energy shot he needed. "It's okay..." He mumbled, though you felt that was probably far from the truth, "I'm just glad you made it safe..."

He let you slip from his arms, PDA wasn't his thing, so you knew this was because he needed it desperately only. Or you were right and it really was in apology. You kissed his cheek gently, feeling that would be the most comfortable, and rounded the table quickly to hug Darren. He was the baby, and looked and acted like it. He was like the good natured one who had yet to be fully dragged into this mess. You might have been a complete outsider, but Andrew told you as much as you were prepared to hear... Or that he knew you had to know. Usually that came with his more protective nature. That put you in solidarity with the youngest Cody sibling, and you felt you probably liked him the most – Darren liked you too; though you knew he was a little wary of your relationship. "What they got ya in for on a Saturday!?" He was referring to your attire, and you noticed Craig linger a little too long on the fact your white blouse had buttons undone to just the wrong side of inappropriate. "Oh. You know the company has to be running smoothly Monday morning and that’s that..." You sighed, “I’m so sorry.” He laughed, “Aw, you don’t need to apologise to me.” “No, only the whole damn table…” But Darren patted your back gently, “Well! Get on with it, we’re starving-!” You skirted the table while saying ‘Hi’ to Craig, Smurf and having an animated five minute conversation with Cath that had Baz rolling his eyes and sighing; "GIRLS! She's late enough!" Cath pushed him with a laugh, as you bashfully kept running around the table to where Andrew was still standing up, leaning on the back of his chair. At least there was something resembling a smile on his face as he watched you interact with his family. "Sorry, honey..." You almost smacked yourself, but realised there wasn’t really any stopping you, your heart was starting to overrule your head. You’d have to try to keep yourself in check – then again… He squinted slightly at the cute nickname, but pulled your chair out for you, to which you thanked him again as he pushed you in and reseated himself. "Can we EAT now!?!" Craig huffed, clearly on the less kind side of annoyed; "I was ready to order, like, 50 minutes ago!" You flushed and covered your face with your hands, "OH GOD!! I'M SO SORRY!" "He's just being a prick... Y/N... You're fine..." Baz's voice at least held a laugh, but you weren't sure it helped your feeling. Like he hadn’t already commented on it-! Andrew placed his arm around the back of your chair and shook his head at his sibling. Say something like that again and just wait until we get home. You liked that movement, it made you feel safe and comfortable. It was an assurance you sometimes needed in situations like this. Yet you knew you should still be mad at him; you were about to spend this meal incredibly torn…

"So!" You referred to the two teenagers sitting at the far end of the table. "You must be Jay and Nicky? I confess, what I know is little, although I have heard a bit. It's nice to meet you! I'm Y/N!" "Guess they might know a little about you, too..." Baz gave you an amused look that told you they'd be lucky if they'd even heard your name before you said it. Andrew shuffled in his seat in response to this, he needn’t have reacted at all - you had that kind of hunch yourself. The teens bashfully introduced themselves in answer to you as everyone ordered – in the back of your mind you were already thinking they were way too sweet to be involved here, and that adoption should be the way to go. You supposed that attitude shouldn’t surprise you, given the state of your family – your parents would have signed on the dotted line about 5 minutes ago. Still, you supposed you, in the remnants of a business suit, looked like the odd one out around the table – but that’s exactly what you were, and you were strangely comfortable with that. They were very sweet and shy, meaning you tried to make every question you asked kind and open – they didn’t have to answer if they didn’t want to. All you really wanted them to know was that you were decent; they were safe and you’d protect them at all costs. Besides, you reckoned Jay should know by now you were dating the most volatile man at the table. You’d like to say you knew that Andrew wouldn’t lay a hand on them – yet you also knew that he was capable of anything. You’d also like to say you were capable of stopping him, truth was, you were scared of what might happen if you got between Andrew Cody and something he deemed necessary to do. As you kept talking throughout dinner, and you tried to keep questions off yourself, you were aware of how close you were getting to Andrew. That was all subconscious because he’d barely moved an inch, but it was an act you loved doing. There was something very powerful about Andrew’s aura and you liked orbiting it; right now he was calmer – sure, his eyes still shifted around the room and to everyone in the table, yet everything about him was saying he was protecting you. Because even you were just waiting for Craig to come at you; he wasn’t exactly a fan of the fact that you didn’t come from the same place as them, that you came from a different class and social background. No prizes for guessing where he might have got that from. You got the feeling Smurf thought that you felt you were too good for them – not necessarily…. You’d seen the way she treated Andrew; the lost cause. The idea of wanting to get him out of this was something you thought about often. Though you also thought it was pointless when he was in your house doing drugs – but you would digress. In fact, you loved most people around the table. Really you felt a lot of them were better than the positions they found themselves in – if she really wanted your honest opinion. But you could only date one of them. And he was work, you’d give him that.

"What do you do, Y/N?" Eventually questioning did get back around to you, and you were trying to figure out how to answer before you were cut off. "Here we go..." Craig scoffed "What, jealous!? You can go it for me if you want!" Your eyes narrowed, arms folded He at least laughed; "No, No, I think I'm good - thanks!" You shook your head at him and turned back to Nicky's question, "I do IT." "Do IT?!" Baz repeated in a mocking voice "What? I do." He leant forward, "Nicky, she's just being polite and modest." "HA-!" Andrew shifted impatiently, which made Craig shut up again before he even started. Baz was allowed to finish his sentence; "She's a CIO." You leant on your hand with a small smile, "And CISO. If we're getting technical." "And that-!" Baz pointed to you, "Whatever the hell that is-!" Chief Information Security Officer, if he really wanted the answer. "That's why I said IT!" you laughed, “I head IT for a very small company, Nicky, it’s nothing.” “Enough to drive a Lamborghini.” This was exactly where things got complicated; where the divide showed, even though it didn’t matter to you. You were always uncomfortably aware of what it looked like to everyone else. “Will you guys stop!” You pushed Baz’s arm, but he was smirking and that only sent them all off laughing again. Causing you to hide in your hands for a second, shying towards Andrew – who despite still daring Craig to say another word with a frosty glare, had a hint of pride about him and the way he sat. Somewhere in the back of your mind you could almost hear the ‘That’s My Girl!’ that every other man around this table would likely say; his eyes flicked to yours, lips pressing themselves into a line that very nearly threatened smile. You were glad Andrew never got that far; not that it would have mattered anyway – because of course, you smiled back. Before you remembered why you were mad and your smiled faded for a moment. You lowered your eyes from Andrew’s face tracing them down his neck to his black buttoned polo shirt, then looked away from him entirely – realising you were just making yourself sad thinking about it. Still, he didn’t let you go; the slope of his body and the tip of his head as he watched the way your eyes traced him, he leant into you to keep you close – but he didn’t reach out. You didn’t expect that from him either. Andrew knew you were still mad at him; he could think about removing his arm from the back of your chair opting simply to pull you closer, but he wasn’t made that way. Andrew wouldn’t – at least not publicly and certainly not here.  Right now, he wasn’t even sure you wanted that – or if you’d simply push him away. Nevertheless, he noticed how torn you were and hated that it was him that had caused it. What a mess for a quick fix. Wasted and pointless. He ran his hand over his cheeks – suddenly imagining the feeling of your nails embedded in them as you lowered your voice to a sexy level of threatening. Andrew shifted in his seat again, this time away from you, and kept his hand there for a moment – you couldn’t help but notice the way his breathing change abnormally. You also realised all that had triggered in you was a smirk, absentminded enough for you to be shocked at yourself – yet you knew exactly why, and hell if you wouldn’t call it useful information…

Dinner continued until you were stuffed and couldn’t eat anymore, pushing your knife and fork neatly together you sat back, nestling gently into his arm that was back around your chair. Finally comfortable enough to seek the warmth of his body. By now he was staring at you, and he had been for quite a while, because that’s what Andrew did. You’d long since given up trying to guess, or even ask him, why he would choose to stare at you in the particular way he did. It was never any less intense than the way he would look at everyone else… yet it was so different – and this stare was strangely hopeful. You supposed he was considering whether or not you’d forgive him – then again, so were you. Turning your eyes on him you couldn’t help but gaze back; lost in another beautifully silent conversation. I’m here for you. But don’t you dare think I forgive you for what you’ve done just yet.   You knew he needed you here, and he must have known you knew that right now. You brushed your forehead gently to his, resting your hand reassuringly on his knee. It might take you a while to excuse him, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t love him. Everyone still pushed for dessert; at which point you swapped seats with Craig, bowing out – not without brushing your lips to Andrew’s cheek first, which very nearly startled him - to learn a little more about Jay and Nicky. Cath joined you a little later and with Jay joining in with his uncles, Smurf joined you in a girl’s conversation. It was nice to learn some more about her, and talk just a little about yourself without the whole table either wanting you to flaunt it, or scoffing at you for being a show off. You liked that you had the opportunity to chat with her in the quiet, which became quieter as Smurf and then Cath left you to it whilst they went back to the boys – clamouring for attention once more. Andrew was back to watching you, into his usual habit of making sure you were safe at all times and you were quite enjoying catching his eye every now and then. It’d make you smile and look away; a simpler form of flirting, but one you felt you probably both enjoyed. When he and Baz got up to pay the bill, Andrew walked behind you, brushing his hand over your shoulders. Fingertips pressing into your skin in a way that had you fixating on his touch and looking up at him as he walked away. You’d quite forgotten what you were saying and instead Nicky was left witness to that way you stared at each other, before he turned and they strolled to the counter – although you didn’t look away. Blinking a few times you cleared your throat; “Hey guys-!” They swivelled back, “Yeah?” You pulled your card from your purse and held it out, “I was late, it’s the least I can do.” Andrew waved away the suggestion, “No, Y/N, it’s okay…” “We got this – you can owe us later.” Baz added with a wink, and you figured he might spend the next five minutes trying to persuade Andrew onto a double date; which he would love of course.

Instead you watched them talk seriously at the counter for a minute as they split the bill; with the glances they both kept throwing to you, and the way Baz very nearly clipped him (about the only person who’d get away with it), you assumed that it was really an integration about the previous morning, causing you to look away quickly for fear of being dragged into it. Nicky giggled gently, and you realised she had continued watching you, “You really love him, don’t you?” You continued focusing on the table, although even her words had you smiling, and you very nearly laughed. “Yeah.” “How long have you been together?” That made your eyes raise to her - suddenly you realised you didn’t even know the answer. It wasn’t like Andrew was ever going to keep track of your anniversary – and to be honest being held up in a parking lot was not exactly something you wanted to remember the date of. “…Oh, uh…” You also couldn’t believe someone would want to ask you outside of your family; a lot of your friends thought Andrew was strange at best and would probably rather forget you were with him. You were grateful your parents foster kids more than made up for that. “…Just over a year?” you squinted, no, it felt longer than that - “Maybe closer to two?” then you smiled, genuinely, “Thank you for asking.” “I thought that was normal?” She tilted her head, making you laugh, “I don’t know if you’ve met him before today, but,” You looked around her to watch them still in heated discussion, “Andrew’s not exactly…” you paused, “He’s a little different. I think that’s probably why I like him so much. Then again, it’s not exactly something that gels with a lot of people,” you bit your lips together, “it’s a real shame - you know, if he was given the chance…” you trailed, “Sorry! That’s a lot for… the first time I’ve ever met you.” You place your head in your hands again, “Late and rambling, man, I must have made one hell of a first impression!” But she was smiling, and reached out to touch your hand, “I think it’s sweet – that you care about him like that, and I see the way you look at each other, he cares a lot about you too I can tell. He doesn’t take his eyes off you.” You weren’t sure if you should set her straight or agree with her; “That’s also a very Andrew trait, something to get used to for sure. I guess it’s okay if it doesn’t bother you…” “Does it?” God bless her innocent curiosity. “No. Except, nothing about Andrew bothers me.” “Should it?” Your eyes flicked back to him and then to her, and you said it as honestly as you could without really telling the truth; “He’s just… a lot to unpack.” ***

He stopped by your chair as they walked back, and everyone else started to rise, so you supposed dinner was over. As he’d helped you in, Andrew also helped you out. “You okay?” “Yes…” You gave him a gentle nod, “Thank you…” and you realised all at once that you really hadn’t had a verbal conversation yet. You wondered how you could just get back in your car and drive away after that. Andrew had to know you were still reeling a little – but it didn’t sit right with you, to just say goodbye and leave him to his own devices once again. Especially considering that could just drive him back in the direction you were trying to pull him from (or drag him – kicking and screaming if necessary). As you made your way from the restaurant - close but not touching; he wasn’t even trying to take your hand to keep up appearances (and sometimes Andrew did) – it was clear he was thinking along the same lines. Baz was the first one to turn to you, “How about it, Y/N? Drinks? I mean you can just park the car up and take off tomorrow if you’re worried about getting a DUI.” “Oh, no I really… I’ve had a day, you do not want me to take up any offer of drinking.” You waved your hands hoping he might drop it. “Aw come on – what!? You know how bad we get-!” No such luck. You indicated to the teens, “I would rather keep up appearances!” “It's cool, guys, I'll take her home." Andrew cut in before anyone else could protest your objection. You turned to him, wondering if a conversation in the place he’d done the crime was even a good idea. Maybe it was the only good idea. Of course, no one argued with that; "Okay, Andrew, see you later!" Although he waited for you to hug Nicky goodbye. You were good at bonding with people, and there weren't a lot of females in Andrew's life beyond his mother and Cath. So he knew you'd be particularly receptive to this teenage girl who had no idea quite what she was getting into. And that you'd likely want to protect her from that. Afterall, he’d watched you talk to her for at least the last hour, with that same sweet, caring smile on your face that you often gave him. Not that he thought he deserved it ever, perhaps even less than usual right now. And here you were again, being as naturally kind as you always were. "...It'd be cool to hang out too! I mean I dunno, maybe you're a little too cool for me!" You gave a gentle laugh that made her smile; "No, I'd like that!" "Awesome, well, you have my number now. Do not hesitate to call me. Especially if you happen to have to hang out with these boys again... In fact, Cath, you and I should have a girl’s night - Good Lord." "Don't tempt me!" Cath yelled from behind you, which made the three of you burst out laughing and all the boys look on a little confused. You hugged her tight and protective; she was so cute and utterly sweet. As the only other real outsider (and completely in the dark) you wanted to keep her on that side of things for as long as possible. It was your choice not to know anything, you didn't want her to have to know there even was a choice.

You waved them all off and walked with Andrew back towards the car park; he fell into the rhythm of your walk, studying every single other person on both sides of the road. He didn't hold your hand, but your skin was millimetres apart, his shoulder brushed against yours every few steps - as if to make sure you were still there; as if you'd be anywhere else. You were used to this by now, and if you were honest you loved it. There was something unvoiced about it all, how you were both aware the other was there and close, but there was no needed physical contact. Andrew was the most comfortable you'd ever been with a man in your entire life. And you weren't sure if that was ironic or not. "Are you driving?" "I don't have my car." You held out your keys, "Are you driving?" He took them gently, suddenly falling out of step with you, and then behind as he stopped. You paused a little further down the sidewalk and turned with a raised eyebrow; "What-?" He held the keys up, "You drove your Lamborghini to work!? AGAIN!?" This only went back to every other time he’d told you to be careful driving it around, should some opportunists try to car jack you… again. You folded your arms, somewhat impatient with his lack of answer; "Oh, I didn't realise I had to stop on the weekend too - now are you driving or what-!?" You knew he could stop the excited smile from crossing his face, but it escaped into his voice; "Yes!"

 ** Even though you still hadn’t spoken to him properly, it was all in his body language. For him it was the same, all in your actions. You didn’t have to let him do this – in fact you could just have turned to him and said that he wasn’t coming with you. Yet here he was, driving your gleaming silver Gallardo through Melbourne to your apartment. You noticed Andrew was making the most out of the opportunity by taking you the scenic route. All you could do was watch him. How comfortable he was – just you and him and driving. How careful and in control – a real force to be reckoned with, not that Andrew ever wasn’t that, but the whole aura of it was different. This time he couldn’t keep that small smile off his face – tiny sure, and if you weren’t looking you were bound to miss it, but it was there. You liked that he was comfortable, because you often watched him be so uncomfortable with everything. The social situations he was forced into especially; for that matter, Andrew didn’t often talk in social settings. He could still be the one in the room in control and be uncomfortable, his body language would tell you such. Here and now though, his energy was confident – and though he was alert to the conditions he was surrounded by on the road, Andrew was the most relaxed you’d seen him in a long time. You let yourself actively enjoy it. Because you wanted to revel in him when he was like this. It was a glimpse, a rare thing that you weren’t about to let slip away from you. You knew how much he loved this car, even when he was sitting passenger side, and when he actively showed it that was even better. Andrew was letting himself enjoy the moment as much as you were; just by watching him you’d been persuaded to smile, to coax your hand from your lap to entwine with his fingers. He didn’t look across to you – but his lips twitched and for half a second that smile was visible, before it dropped away again. Still, Andrew Cody didn’t let your hand go. ** You were back to being cold and silent by the time you were in the lift to your apartment; perhaps not by choice, but because you just couldn’t figure out exactly what to say. You weren’t sure how to approach it, and certainly hadn’t had time to think of such things. After all, you did kick him out of your apartment yesterday after screaming then using Andrew’s own ‘quiet & threatening’ tactic against him. You just knew that you couldn’t keep up the silence; part of you worried that if you did  Andrew would switch from understanding why (as you were sure he did) to thinking screw this and heading back home – where all that really awaited him was his brothers, alcohol and more drugs. Certainly not what you wanted. He was looking at you again though, and Andrew thought that maybe the air of friendliness you’d been displaying this evening had been for his family only. Just for dinner. He supposed it made sense, but Baz had told him in no uncertain terms that he needed to apologise to you, quickly. Andrew was just trying to figure out how best to do that – of course he’d been thinking about it, but you’d been regarding them both and he didn’t want it to come out like the only reason that he was saying sorry was because Baz had asked him to. No, he wanted it to sound as sincere and genuine as he felt. Usually silence was good for Andrew, he found a comfort there that he could seldom find anywhere else. Even around you. This wasn’t comfortable – not when there was so much unspoken between the two of you. You would often communicate without using words – but that wouldn’t even save you both now. He let you have it, 5 minutes of total silence, how you stood with your hands down on your kitchen counter staring at nothing. You could tell exactly what he was thinking, considering he was pacing up and down the room, and wouldn’t take his eyes off you. Until eventually Andrew sighed, making you raise your eyes to him; “Why… Why even bother turning up? Why would you want to be there today? With me. Why are you even okay with me?” He looked away from you, squinting in thought, “I understand the reasons you hate me right now. Which makes me not understand why you would…” He trailed, finding it hard to describe how he could know you weren’t happy – but you could still look at him like he was your world… Was there even a way to describe that? “Oh. Andrew…” You almost sounded desperate, but exasperated, your face softening and for a moment your heart bled for him – because he always felt like everything had to be understandable and logical; it was just how his brain processed. Just once sometimes you wished he would realise that your feelings for him really weren’t logical at all. You could never really hate him. “Look. I love you. And that’s never going to change, it’s just sometimes you make me SO mad!” You ran your hands through your hair with a small exhale, settling your eyes back on his infinite stare; “Because I see the good in you Andrew. And I want more people to see that. YOU might think he’s gone, and your family clearly do, but not me. I KNOW it’s there. I wouldn’t be with you if I didn’t see it. But you do things like this, and I just…” You gave a gentle shrug, unable to even explain it for yourself; “If I don’t believe in you, who will? It hurts me when you hurt yourself. And I feel sorry for you and… that is that.” His stare was measured, and his blink slow. You knew he wouldn’t say anything, Andrew just wasn’t built that way. But you wanted him to, right then more than any other moment you wanted words to spill from his lips. Andrew’s blue eyes left yours and he looked to the floor - that was a lot, all at once it was a lot for you to just say to him. It would be a lot to not respond to; then again, he wasn’t sure what he could say. He wasn’t good at expressing his feelings for you, Andrew never had been, but he knew he felt something – things he’d never felt for any other person, not even his own family. They were just so hard to say with conviction that sounded like he really believed them. You stepped from the counter and walked across the room to him, although he took several paces back, shying away from your touch. You wouldn’t take that as an answer, because you needed him right now – he needed you too. You took Andrew’s hand in yours; allowing him to maintain the gap but letting him know you weren’t about to let go. He shook his head slowly, still not meeting your eyes, and his next sentence was murmured – a thought to himself that maybe he hadn’t meant to say aloud; “I don’t deserve you. But you’re the only thing I’ve got right so far…” You tipped your head, unsure where exactly that had come from; “Andrew, I-” “I shouldn’t have done it. I know that.” Sorry. He was saying sorry, in a typically Andrew way of saying it. It’d take time for the actual word to come – or else maybe he’d simply show you. You framed his face with your free hand, tilting his head back up so those haunting eyes could meet yours once more. “…What…?” Andrew’s lips parted, no words came, before he swallowed and placed his hand over yours. For a moment you thought he might pull away once more, but he didn’t. His eyes simply searched yours for any way he might get away with never saying something so honest again. “I know you heard me.” You didn’t quite roll your eyes; instead pulling yourself to him, forehead against his – gently humming your agreement. I Did. You closed your eyes to the silence and lost yourself to the sound of his breathing. You knew exactly who this man was, and everything he was capable of – no matter how much you tried to burry that beneath your love for him, and no matter how hard you tried to save him from it. But, more importantly, Andrew Cody was yours - and you weren’t about to ever let him forget it.

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Locked Inside Me 

Pairing: Andrew ‘Pope’ Cody/Reader

Part 1

Series summary:  What if you were there when Baz came to Pope's house after he heard that Pope was responsible for Cath's death? Inspired by the last camera shot of this scene. Present time set during season 2 episode 13 "Betrayal", though there are flashbacks throughout.

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You were at Pope’s apartment. It had been a long night last night and the two of you had yet to properly talk about what happened. It apparently was the least of his problems, though. He seemed preoccupied and closed off, more than what was usual for him; you guessed it had something to do with Amy, but you weren’t sure.

You were on Pope’s couch while he wandered around his house, straightening and re-straightening; cleaning up things that were practically in order already. Last night. It was a mess, and now Pope refused to even look at you.

You watched him as he wiped up dishes and placed them precariously back in the cupboards that bordered his kitchen. They were swift and steady movements, the usual carefulness that he held with everything he did. But you could see, under his smooth actions, that he was stressed; through his flickering darkened eyes and tense jaw.

“Ah, shit—” he breathed quickly, when he realized that there was a wet sponge left on top of the white kitchen counter, the one he just wiped dry before. He defeatedly stared at the sponge for a second before meeting your eyes. He didn’t say anything at first, and you thought he would just ignore your stare, but instead he tilted his head and asked, “What are you staring at?”

You blinked, your chin resting on your hand. You sat back from leaning on your knee and sunk into the cushioning of the couch. “You,” you replied, nonchalantly.

He straightened his face and hid his smirk well; he emphasized his response with slightly raised eyebrows, “Why?”

“Because you’re ignoring me.”

He raised an eyebrow at you momentarily and then sighed, sitting back so that he leaned against the counter behind him. He swallowed, hard, and his jaw tensed up again. Pope mastered silence well, always had.

“See?” you pressed, gesturing to his silence.

He rolled his eyes and shook his head, “I’m not ignoring you.”

You crossed your arms over your chest and stared pointedly at him.

“I’m not ignoring you,” he reiterated more clearly and slowly, almost like a defiant child, his eyes bigger. “I’m just… busy.” He gestured to the ‘mess’ with his hands.

But you weren’t going to let him get off that easy, it was a pathetic excuse. “You’re not talking to me because of what happened last night.”

He opened his mouth to respond but decided against it, and instead, he turned his face away from you as he stared down at the kitchen counter in front. He lips tightened and you saw his fist clench.

You leaned forward in your seat, “Pope—”

His mobile suddenly rang in his jean back-pocket. It vibrated and lit up, and Pope reached for it instinctively. He glanced at the caller I.D and he frowned, before he lifted it to his ear and answered the phone, “Hello?”

There was a quick response on the other end, and you watched as Pope’s eyes clouded. He immediately hung up the phone and shoved it back into his pocket as he pushed off from the counter. There was fire in his eyes, and whoever called him must have said the worst.

You got up from the couch in response, but he cut you off with narrowed, glaring eyes.

His voice was lower than before, “You gotta go home, Y/N.” He stood there, unmoving.

You shook your head vigorously, already having had made your mind up earlier that you wouldn’t leave him alone today, “No.”

“Y/N,” he growled in defense, “You can’t stay here.”

“I’m not leaving, Andrew.”

He went silent at your use of his first name. He swallowed instead of arguing with you, he knew all too well that once your mind was made, he couldn’t persuade you any different. But he knew you couldn’t be here, not when Baz was on his way over with intent to hurt Pope after what he did to Cath.

And he couldn’t let you see what might happen, he couldn’t be around when you found out what a monster he was.

He left the small kitchen area and neared you with motive to threaten you or some bullshit, though he knew it wouldn’t work. His muscular frame wasn’t enough to intimidate you as he got close enough to smell your perfume, but nonetheless he ordered, “You need to leave.”

“Why—”

“Don’t question me!” his voice was strained as he interjected, “I’ve got shit I need to do, and you can’t be around for it, okay?”

“Since when?” you argued, having been around with Pope before when he’s dealt with some dodgy errands and deals.

He swallowed, “Since now,” his voice was much calmer than before but still firm.

Silence brewed between you both with thick tension in the air, both angry at each other for very different reasons. You were annoyed that he didn’t get it. You couldn’t just leave after what happened last night, you wouldn’t. Why didn’t he get the message?

“I’m not leaving—” you began, but soon were cut off by screeching rubber-tires in Pope’s driveway. You turned to the direction of the noise and saw Pope stiffen and become seriously alarmed.

His widened eyes found yours desperately, and he tried to threaten you again but instead it came out more like a plead, “Just—just hide.” He gave up on you leaving, but he couldn’t have you around him, not now. He grabbed your arm when you wouldn’t move and shoved you toward his room, “Hide, please.” An angry car-door slammed outside, and quick footsteps soon reached his front porch.

You gulped in fear at the panicked look and tone of voice Pope had and obeyed his orders as you fled towards his room and chose to hide in the wardrobe. You slid the door closed and curled up on the floor among his things, in darkness.

You vaguely heard a shuffle of movement in the kitchen before you registered the backdoor sliding open and then closed again. You felt your heart racing inside your chest and the secondhand panic started to settle in. You were suddenly very afraid, and more so for Pope than yourself. You couldn’t place why, but it had something to do with the urgency in his voice and the look in his dark eyes. You suddenly thought about last night again—

Last night. You hadn’t seen Pope all day and had decided to go to Baz’s party at Smurf’s house. You weren’t sure how that was possible though, since Smurf and the boys had been growing more and more apart since the Navy job.

You were hoping to see Pope there but were vaguely disappointed to see he hadn’t come at all. Your relationship with Pope was left undecided, especially ever since that one drunken night months ago when you kissed him, and he kissed you back.

It was just another get together at the Cody’s. J had invited you, after you spent numerous times over their place helping J apply to colleges. It was funny, really, how it all came together. You decided to do some volunteer work at his high school during your semester break from college, and one of J’s teachers set you up to help him understand college applications, expectations and campus life because he was such a promising student.

Then you somehow were accepted by the rest of the Codys, though you knew that they didn’t trust you. You only really got along well with J and, eventually, Pope. But there were moments with J’s other uncles, too. But you were mostly seen as just another one of J’s friends and for some reason, your company was welcome but only when it fit with the whole family. You hadn’t felt welcome into a place for a long time, so much so that it surprised you, and you accepted it gladly for what it was.

But when you met Pope and kept seeing him lurking around every corner, you were curious. He seemed so different from the rest of his brothers. When you actually started talking to him on the odd occasions, when he felt like socializing or not being an asshole, you grew closer. In some weird way, you felt like you could just talk to him and most days, he didn’t mind it. Other days, when he did, you would just sit in comfortable silence instead. You didn’t know what it was about the guy, but he drew you in the instant you saw him.

And when you got drunk that night, you were a little upset. It had been a long week and you were dwelling on darker thoughts and the constant wonder about how you fit in with the world. You had left the dinner table outside, after Smurf finished one of her wild stories, to go to the bathroom. But after you went, you stopped in the darkened living room and stood there. The blinds were drawn over this part of the house, so the others outside couldn’t see you standing there alone.

It felt fitting, to just stand in darkness.

It was like you were emptying your brain into the void. But then you heard one of the doors slide open and closed again, cracking through your tranquility, and at first, you didn’t even bother to check who came inside.

“What are you doing?” Pope’s voice was quiet and gentle, not threatening or defensive like it usually was with the others. You weren’t sure if you’d ever heard him speak so softly before.

“Standing.”

He stepped closer to you, in the dark, “I can see that.” He paused, his hands in his jean pockets, “But why all alone? Why in the dark?”

You sighed an emotional release. You closed your eyes and tilted your head upward, as if you were looking up at the ceiling or the sky; a sky full of stars, you wished. You willed. And you saw it, a sky full of stars. “Because I can.”

He watched you. He himself had been intrigued by you since the first moment he laid eyes on you, “Why are you smiling?”

“The stars, can’t you see them?” You suddenly dropped your head and opened your eyes to look at him, even in the dark, you could see a hint of a small smile.

“I wish.”

“I’m not very sober,” you admitted, carelessly.

He edged closer to you, as if being careful, “I can tell.” He slowly maneuvered past furniture, careful to not trip, and was right in front of you now. Closer than ever before, you thought. You weren’t sure though because it was your drunk brain making these deductions. He was looking at you in the eyes, “You’re not very subtle about it.”

You laughed, quietly. You shook your head. There was a pause before you hesitantly said, “Pope?”

“Yeah?” he said, so quietly that it was almost a whisper, but not quite.

You leaned in, not so gracefully or slowly, and kissed him. It was a little clumsy and fast, but it was done without much thought. Your drunk brain felt like kissing Pope and made it happen, no questions asked, no doubts or second-guesses.

He kissed you back, at first. He held your face with one hand to steady the kiss, to respond to your affection, but it was him who eventually stopped it. He reluctantly pulled away from you, although still standing so close to you, he said, “We… probably shouldn’t…” like it was an effort to control himself. His hand still held the side of your face until he moved further away.

It was probably your age. You were, after all, only twenty-years-old. But it was probably a lot of things that you would never understand because you weren’t a Cody. You sometimes feared that you’d never understand Pope, but other days you felt like he was the only person in the entire world that you understood.

Your hand fell from his shoulder. You knew it wasn’t right, whatever feelings you had. Pope probably wasn’t interested; he wouldn’t have time for some college-junior, twenty-year-old. But you couldn’t help yourself.

You whispered, “I just… wanted to show you the sky full of stars…” but when you turned to leave and embarrassingly stumble through the darkness, he grabbed onto your hand and pulled you back into him. You shared another kiss, this time heated and urgent. You felt his longing for affection, and you gave it to him, just as he gave it right back, his hands fumbling in the dark and your bodies touching.

But Baz called out for him and you both broke apart in seconds.

He eyed you, his chest quickly moving up and down. He looked at you as if you were unreal, as if he only imagined what just happened. Though, he was quick to compose himself before he walked right past you out the sliding door again.

You stood in the darkness for a little while longer, your fingers on your lips.

Since that night, things were left unresolved. Pope pretended it never happened, or maybe he pretended because he thought you wouldn’t remember. But you hadn’t drank that much alcohol; you remembered every second of it.

You stood there, now, in the Cody’s backyard as crowds of strangers passed by, either jumping into the pool or getting another drink. You wondered where Smurf was, briefly, and then spotted J on the opposite side with Nicky. They were talking and laughing, drinks already in hand.

You walked over to them, ignoring everyone else, and J nodded at you in greeting as you came over. “Hey,” you replied, and smiled at Nicky who said ‘hi’ back.

You raised your voice over the pounding music, “You haven’t seen Pope, have you?”

J looked at you curiously, that signature inquisitive stare of his, “Nah,” he said, “I haven’t. Baz just asked me the same thing, though.” He took a sip of his drink and swallowed quickly, “Why?”

You shrugged your shoulders, your hands deep in your denim jacket pockets, “Just haven’t seen him lately, is all.” You glanced around the party again to make sure.

“Probably because he’s spending all his time with his new girlfriend, Amy, you know, from the church?” It was as if he was testing you, awaiting a specific reaction. J was calculative, you knew that. He was one of the smartest students you ever met, surely smarter than you. And a Cody, after all.

You side-eyed him and then nodded, deciding to play it simple, “Right, I forgot.” You grabbed a fresh drink from the cooler beside him, “Why the party, anyway?” You knew the change of subject was probably what he was expecting but it was better than sitting under his curious eyes any longer.

J shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know, Baz’s idea. Maybe he’s just getting back at Smurf for something, again.”

You laughed, “Yeah, probably.” Suddenly, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You pulled it out and glanced at the glowing screen; a new text from Pope.

You scanned his recent messages and frowned immediately.

Yesterday at 9:30 pm

Pope: don’t do anything stupid. I’ll see you in a minute.

Today at 5:47 pm

You: hey are you coming tonight? To Smurf’s? Baz is throwing a party but I don’t wanna be by myself

6:08 pm

You: Helloooo?? Where are you?

Just Now (8:44 pm)

Pope: I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I know I’m an asshole to you and you don’t deserve it. I know I don’t show it but I care I do. I really fucking do. I want you to know that.

Pope: Fuck

Pope: I’m sorry Y/N

You stared at the messages on your screen for far too long. It was unreal. You felt your vision blur with confused tears. You wiped your eyes and blinked furiously, staring at the messages still. You couldn’t tear your eyes away. Pope would only say these things to you if he was about to do something incredibly stupid. You felt your hand tremble with the weight of your phone, you knew exactly what he was planning to do.

You felt shivers roll down your skin and goosebumps spread. Your hands shook so much that you couldn’t hold your phone, so you pocketed it.

“You okay?” Nicky suddenly asked, departing from the conversation that J was having with someone you didn’t recognize.

You tried to swallow down the panic, you tried to swallow down the dryness in your mouth, but you couldn’t think straight. You took in a quick breath, “I’m fine.” It came out in a way that said you were anything but fine, and you knew Nicky could tell, she wasn’t an idiot. She nudged J beside her and whispered something in his ear, but you didn’t catch what because you were too busy freaking the fuck out.

Where the fuck would he be, at this hour? He couldn’t be with Amy; he wouldn’t do that to her. So where would Pope go to kill himself?

You had visible tears now, in your eyes, and you messaged him back immediately after your hands stopped shaking too hard. J was saying something to you, but you were too focused on typing to listen, his voice meshed with the sound of the music.

You: Where are you? tell me right now you better not fucking do anything stupid Pope.

J suddenly grabbed your arm and you froze, staring up at him. You could see the concern in his eyes. Nicky stared between the pair of you.

“What’s wrong?” he urged, wide-eyed.

You swallowed tentatively, “Nothing…” you shrugged out of his grip, “Nothing.” You left the pair of them by the pool and headed straight for the driveway. You had to figure it out fast. It might even be too late, but you had to find him now. You quickly gathered yourself together, so it didn’t look like you were having some sort of emotional freak-out and dodged past strangers. You couldn’t see any of the others, so you figured you’d just find him on your own.

You jumped into your car and started it, narrowing down your options of where to check first. If you chose first correctly then you might have a chance at stopping him.

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[jamie-nicole-97-blog]

The Family Part 2 - Drugs, Blood, Sex & Prison - Andrew "Pope" Cody x Reader feat Craig Cody, Baz Cody, and Deran Cody

Part Summary - Reader uses drugs and alcohol to numb her pain and Pope takes notice. Reader and Pope start having sex, Pope is arrested on a job and goes to prison.

Warnings - Heavy drug and alcohol use, accidental near overdose, smut, sex, being arrested, mention of rape and abuse, mention of robbery and murder, mention of prison and language.

Pic not mine found on Animal Kingdom tnt Twitter page

It had been two years since Y/n's father had raped and assaulted her, she knew he was dead. But she still had a hard time moving on, she was in a lot of emotional pain. She used drugs and alcohol to cope, she'd tried therapy but it didn't work. If may have if she hadn't quit, she said it wasn't working, Smurf's answer was to let her be. Pope was worried, she could hurt herself or even kill herself, he cut off her supply. "Hey Craig, don't give Y/n anymore drugs, she needs to cope and drugs won't help her do that, man" Pope said.

"Yeah okay, she's gonna be pissed, if she hits me I'm telling her you told me not to give them to her" Craig said. "Fine man, whatever you've gotta do" Pope said, Deran walked in with a bunch a beer, vodka, tequila and red bulls for the pool party that night. Y/n woke up like she did most mornings, on the bathroom floor. She didn't remember how she got there most mornings, she was on a towel and a bottle of water was next to her. Y/n went to the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee.

"Hey Craig, got any blow" Y/n said, "ugh no, I'm out" he said, "what do you mean you don't have any, you always have some" she said. "Look, he's worried about you, Pope told me not to give you any, he's afraid of losing you. We all are" Craig said. "You have the same chance as me at an overdose, more even you do more than I do" she said. "Maybe I do but I get laid or pass out afterwards, you drink till you fall down" Craig said. "I mean give the man a break he watches you get high and drink till you fall over. He carries you to the bathroom with you puking all over him, Y/n I know we all we walk on eggshells around each other. Smurf and Pope really do with you but I'm gonna say it, stop slowly killing yourself and making us watch" Craig yelled.

No one had spoken to her like that in a long time, she was already upset and needing a fix. She heard him but it wouldn't sink in until later, at that moment she just wanted to be high. Y/n knew where Craig kept his stash, she went into his room and went in the closet and got his stash. She wasn't thinking about the consequences, she took over half his stash. Y/n felt like she was going to be sick and she leaned on the wall while walking through the house. The guys were having a pool party and it was so loud no one could hear her yelling. "Craig, you seen Y/n" Pope said, "yeah before the party, I may have done something wrong, I kinda yelled at her when I was cutting her off" Craig said.

Pope ran inside and he got in the bathroom just in time to see her fall and hit the floor, "Baz, Craig, Deran, somebody call 911" Pope yelled, "Y/n, what did you do. You gotta stay with me baby" Pope grunted. The ambulance took her to the hospital and Pope went with her. He didn't leave her side, they stabilized her and brought her to a private room, she woke up with a headache. Y/n opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Pope leaning on the wall looking out the window. She thought about what Craig told her, she realized he was right.

Pope had been there since the rape, he killed her dad so he couldn't hurt her anymore. More recently he took care of her every night in her drunk high state. He even carried her to the bathroom while she threw up on him, in return she scared him. The whole family been walking on eggshells around her for years, she needed to start coping in a healthy way.

"Andrew" Y/n whispered, "hey, your a wake" he said going over to the bed, "I'm sorry, I put the whole family on high alert especially you. I didn't mean for this to happen. I was so upset but everything Craig said was right and I needed to hear it. I'm gonna try to find a healthier way to cope" she said. "Good, I'll help you anyway I can, you know, you are the most important person in my life" he said. "I love you too Andrew, I don't mean like a brother but after what my dad did to me I'm not sure I get the whole love thing" Y/n said. "Yeah I love you too, I have no idea what a healthy relationship looks like, I've never seen one" Pope said. "Well then we should work out nicely we both have no idea what we're doing" Y/n said. Later that day Pope took Y/n home, she slept the rest of the day, "Craig, you didn't make her overdose, she was craving it that's why she did it. She told me she appreciates what you said to her and that you were right and she's going to find a healthier way to cope. So thanks, man" Pope said.

Smurf made dinner and left a plate for Y/n in the fridge, she'd woken up and went to the the kitchen. She was starving and she ate her dinner and the half of the apple pie with ice cream straight from the carton. Pope walked in as she was putting things away, "hey, you look like you feel better" he said. "I do I just ate my weight in apple pie and ice cream" she said. Andrew put his hands on her hips pulling her closer to him, he pressed his lips to hers kissing her. Y/n put her arms around his neck as they deepened the kiss, he lifted her off the ground, she wrapped her legs around him. He carried her down the hall to her bedroom kicking the door shut.

Pope took her shirt off, she didn't have a bra on, he looked at her breasts and he put a hand on one of her breasts. She unbuttoned his shirt and he took it off and laid her on the bed and he took his pants off. Y/n pulled her shorts off, they were naked in front of each other for the first time. He crawled on the bed between her legs, he slipped two fingers in her pussy. She moaned loudly almost screaming as he pumped his fingers in and out of her. Pope made a scissor motion opening her entrance, when she was ready he took out his fingers.

Pope pushed his dick into her slowly until he was balls deep inside her, "oh fuck, so good, Andrew" Y/n moaned. "Your warm and tight, I'm not going to last long" he grunted, "then move" she said. Andrew started thrusting his hips starting out slow, she wrapped her legs around him locking her ankles. Y/n ran one of her hands between them rubbing her clit with her fingers. "You on the pill" he grunted, "yes, cum in me" she said, he shot his cum into her pussy. Her orgasm ripped through her, "fuck Andrew, yes" she screamed, he rubbed her clit getting her through her climax.

Pope laid on the bed, she rolled over placing her head on his chest, "that was incredible" he said. "Yeah it was, I don't know what we are but we have great sex" Y/n said, Smurf stuck her head in the room. She said nothing she just walked by, Craig and Deran opened the door. "See man, I knew it" Deran said, "yep it's about fucking time they start fucking" Craig said. "Guys, are you fucking twelve, get away from the door and give them some privacy" Baz said. "Wow, there really is no such thing as privacy in this house, is there" Y/n said, "no, we should've just left the door open" Pope said.

The next day Y/n spent in the kitchen with Smurf baking their celebratory apple pie for after the job. They were all shocked when Baz shot in the door followed by Deran and Craig, "calm down boys, what's wrong" Smurf said. "Pope got arrested" Baz said. "What" Y/n said, as her world fell apart around her, Craig put his arms around her her tight. "I'm calling the lawyer" Smurf said, "Baz, is Pope going to prison" Y/n cried. "Yeah probably" he said, "how long" she said, "ten years maybe more" Baz said.

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[crimsonheart01]

Butterfly (Pope Cody x Female!Reader)

A/N: This is dedicated to @jeneyre​. She encouraged this and we both agree that there is not nearly enough Pope love out here!

Playlist: Happiness is a butterfly – Lana Del Rey

Word Count: 1,889

She wasn’t sure when it became clear to her, but now that she knew, it was obvious. The signs were all there. The ones that she seemingly overlooked; missed. Now that it was staring her in the face, she realized it was the little things that tipped her off. 

Laundry being folded. Breakfast made and ready in the early morning. Messes cleaned up that hadn’t been the night before. 

She couldn’t say she was worried, no. It wasn’t that per se. It was more that she was concerned. How would it affect him? Was this another thing they wouldn’t talk about?

Lost in her thoughts, she placed her palms flat on the countertop. Of their own accord, her fingers lifted and began making wide circles, in tune with the rhythm of her thoughts. Becoming entranced with the movement and distracted by the scenes passing through her mind, her eyes glazed over. A few specific memories popped up for her, solidifying her realization, and causing questions to rise. 

Would he be mad that she noticed? She hoped not. There wasn’t anything to be angry about. It was just an observation. It didn’t matter to her. Of course, she’d be concerned, but she was confident that he knew what was in his best interest. He was an adult. A grown man. He knew how to take care of himself.

So lost in her ministrations, she didn’t hear the sliding door open and the heavy footsteps that trudged through. She let out a small sigh, jolting back to reality and blinking the haze out of her eyes. Inhaling, she curled her hands in towards her. A sound from the doorway alerted her to his presence and her head snapped up. He stood there, hands hanging at his sides and staring. She met his stare with no questions; no alert.

“Been standing there long?” She finally asked.

He continued to stare, a habit of his. One that irked many people and at one time herself, but now, was something she’d grown used too. She continued to watch him, realizing quickly that he wasn’t planning to answer her. She shrugged and backed away from the counter, turning her back and opening the fridge.

“I was just about to make something to eat before I got distracted by my thoughts.” She explained to him, peering over her shoulder. She noticed that he’d moved closer and was standing on the other side of the counter, “Any requests?”

He shook his head, indicating that he was either not hungry, or wasn’t picky about what she chose to make. She went about making a quick meal, their shared silence and the familiar sounds of the beach as their only soundtrack. 

She enjoyed their coexistence. Both having different versions of quiet, but both versions fitting seamlessly within each other. Together they maintained a comforting white noise. An ocean breeze floating through the window, or waves crashing against the shore.

She set out two plates, carrying them over to the island between them and setting one plate down in front of him. He glanced at the plate, now resting between his forearms. Using her hip for balance, she leaned against the island, picking up a few chips and popping them into her mouth. 

She noted as he clenched his hands into fists before releasing them again. She tilted her head to the right and raised her eyes to search his face.

“Everything ok?” He asked her.

She blinked, processing the question. Ah, he was on edge about her comment. Admitting to being distracted, stuck in her thoughts had set off his internal alarms. She frowned for a moment. He was always so concerned with what she thought. As if she was going to run scared. She wondered how many people had let him down. How many people couldn’t accept him for who he was?

She sighed, before offering him a small smile, “Yes. Everything is fine.”

He stared, imploring her for more information. He’d never ask outright. It wasn’t how he operated. He waited. He observed. His intensity usually aided in people explaining themselves for him.

“You haven’t been sleeping.” She said, letting him know that she’d picked up on the little nuances. The ones that gave him away.

She watched as he froze. Shutting down. Keeping himself protected. His teeth clenched and his stare switched into a glare as he watched her. She could feel the tension rolling off him. She inhaled more questions about how he’d been treated popping into her head. 

She knew his anger was always there. Simmering just below the surface. She knew he had trouble swallowing his own emotions, and she hated to see him storm off in a fit. He never spoke about it, but she knew. She knew his own feelings had been pushed aside one too many times by those he was closest too. His loved ones. His family.

It was an unspoken truth between them. She wouldn’t ever force him to admit his hurt. All she could do was be honest with him and it worked. For them. She was always open about her feelings. Never leaving anything up to interpretation. She made herself clear, letting him decipher how to approach situations on his own. Having full knowledge of what she was thinking; feeling.

She pushed off the counter and stepped around, her bare feet padding against the hardwood floors. He didn’t move, only his eyes following her as she came to stand next to him. She reached out, resting her hand against his cheek.

With a shrug and a smile, she murmured, “It’s just an observation.”

She leaned in towards him, dropping her hand to his shoulder and pressing a tender kiss to his cheek. As she pulled back, he turned his head, his eyes focused intently on her face. She could see the conflict behind his eyes. He wanted to believe her, believe that she wasn’t going to push him away. He didn’t want to be vulnerable. Not for anyone, not even himself.

Wrapping her arms around him, she rested her head on his shoulder, snuggling against him. He was always so warm. Her eyes fluttered closed as she settled into him. She relaxed, letting him know that she wasn’t scared. It didn’t matter to her.

“It’s alright Andrew,” She murmured, “I don’t mind. If you’re good, then I’m good.”

It took another tense moment of her keeping herself aloof for him before he settled. The tension pouring out of his body in a wave. She kept a solid hold on him, indicating that she wasn’t going to run away because he wasn’t sleeping. She didn’t know what was keeping him awake, but she knew that whatever it was, they could figure it out. He knew his own balance. He knew what he was capable of. All she could do was reinforce him and his decisions.

He shifted in his chair, opening his arms and capturing her in his embrace. He pulled her closer to him, wrapping his arms affectionately around her body. Reaching on hand up to palm the back of her head and cradle her. She smiled to herself. 

They worked through so much together. This was one more steppingstone in their garden. Together they would flourish. Blooming with love, affection and support. She gave him everything he needed and asked for. He was her pillar, keeping her standing strong. They matched each other.

~(AK)~

Everything she did was graceful. Even if she stumbled, she made it look sinuous. Every movement she made appeared deliberate but effortless all the same. He sat on the ledge outside Baz’s house watching her. Her long hair wafted around her as she walked. Stooping down, she undid the buckle on her sandals and hooked the straps around her fingers before stepping barefoot on to the beach.

He could see the smile on her profile as she wiggled her feet in the sand. Half turning, she flicked her gaze towards him, using her free hand to tuck her hair behind one ear. She called out to him; her voice nearly silenced by the roaring wind. She laughed when she realized he could barely hear her. Instead of yelling again she opted into waving him over to her.

He felt a firm buzzing from inside his pocket. Inhaling deeply, he gave her a curt nod before slipping his hand into his jeans pocket. He lifted the phone up and slid his thumb across the screen to answer. 

He didn't need to see the caller ID. He knew the voice the second they started talking. It was J. Calling a family meeting. He didn’t bother to listen to any of the details, knowing he’d get them all again at Smurfs. 

Instead, he found himself caught up in watching as she twirled around. Her shoes wriggling carelessly in her grip. He didn’t have to hear her laugh to feel its effects. It was infectious. Affecting everyone around her.  He swallowed, hearing the tinkling of her voice carried over the breeze.  

He swallowed, agreeing to meet with J and hanging up without any care. Dropping his phone back into his pocket he slipped down from his perch. Without putting too much thought into his next course of action, strode across the Strand, moving directly towards her. Taking deliberate steps to clear his mind of any clutter. 

She hardly had any time to notice him before he was on her. She stopped her spinning within seconds before he reached out, grabbing her face between his hands and pulling her towards him.

She gasped but the smile never dropped from her lips as he surrounded her. He kept his eyes steady on her face, gauging her reaction. Her grin grew as he brought her closer to him. 

Finding his approval, he dipped down. His mouth descending onto hers while she closed her eyes, dropping her shoes to wrap her arms around his neck. She met his kiss with equal passion, letting him keep control. Her body melding into his, a perfect fit. His fingers massaged her scalp, as he held her tightly against him.

He could feel her hitched breathing, noting the effect he had on her. In a gentle caress, she toyed with his bottom lip, her teeth catching iI. He exhaled through his nose, his entire body falling against hers. The shark being turned onto his back soothed. She ran her hands along the outsides of his arms. Back and forth. She was his ocean. His breath of fresh air.

Breaking apart, he leaned his forehead against hers. She pressed another light kiss to his lips, bringing her hands up to frame his face. He opened his eyes to find her gazing up into his. He didn’t have to see her smile to know that it was there. The small affection causing his heart to stutter in his chest. 

He knew the truth. He knew what he felt for her. He wasn’t ready to admit anything but he knew it was there. Everything about her calmed him. She was the eye of his storm. Her softness allowing him to feel human. If the world collapsed around them he wouldn't mind, as long as she stood right there, next to him. She was his counterpart, his perfect balance. 

He smirked. Smurf was going to hate her. 

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[wickednerdery]

Mega-Masterlist

This is still not completed, but I wanted to post something due to the number of requests I’ve gotten for a masterlist. At the moment I’ve put my biggest/longest pieces up and/or the individual masterlists to multi-chapter works.

Everything is under the cut to shorten this post for easier scrolling...

Loki (Marvel Universe)

Year of the Tiger - multiple chapters (in progress)

FrostBitten - multiple chapters (completed)

HoarFrost Hel - FrostBitten sequel, multiple chapters (completed)

Scorched Earth - follow-up to FrostBitten and HoarFrost Hel (in progress)

Cold Chrysalis - multiples chapters (in progress), AU prequel of @endlessstairway‘s story, Butterfly/AU sequel to FrostBitten

Enthralled - sneak peak sequel(?) to FrostBitten

Out of Time - multiple chapters (in progress)

Amends & Offenses - multiple chapters (in progress) - crossover w/Thranduil

You Snake!

Sparring

Flowering

Cherry - with Diana, OC from @wadeyouwitch

Who is in Control? - dark

Loki/Ulfr Drabble - ask prompt

Loki Back Alley Drabble - gif prompt

Jonathan Pine (The Night Manager)

The Guest - multiple chapters (in progress)

Encounters with Death - multiple chapters (in progress)

Panicked

The Madame - multiple chapters (in progress)

Sir Thomas Sharpe (Crimson Peak)

Return to Crimson - multiple chapters (in progress)

Lost Love

Parted Love

Dr Robert Laing (High Rise)

We Could Be So Good Together - multiple chapters (in progress)

Relax

Adam (Only Lovers Left Alive)

The Nurse

The Donor

The Writer

Thranduil (The Hobbit/Tolkien)

5 Senses - multiple chapters (completed)

Amends & Offenses - multiple chapters (in progress) - crossover w/Loki

Gwenni vi Dúath - multiple chapters (in progress)

Ned the Piemaker (Pushing Daisies)

Not Pie - drabble

Orson Krennic (Star Wars: Rogue One)

Eager

Danny Rayburn (Bloodline)

Laws of Chaos - multiple chapters (in progress)

Blood in the Water - multiple chapters (in progress)

Andrew “Pope” Cody (Animal Kingdom Film)

Competency

Negan x Mallory - multiple chapters (completed)

Beyond the Classroom - multiple chapters (in progress)

Should I Feel - multiple chapters (in progress)

Negan x Wife!Reader

Another Arrangement - Negan x Carol

Convincing - Negan x Michonne (AU)

Damned Savior - Negan x Daryl (Vampire AU)

Negan x Rosita - Noir AU

Negan x Lucille x Rick - Noir AU

Negan x Lucille - Noir AU

Negan x Beth 1 - Negan x Beth 2 - Noir AU

Negan x Sasha - Noir AU

Negan x Maggie x Glenn - Noir AU

Leo Barnes (The Purge)

The Purge: Hunted - multiple chapters (completed)

The Purge: Sacrifice - multiple chapters (in progress, link to come)

Alvey Kulina (Kingdom)

Glamour Girl - multiple chapters (completed)

As of yet I’ve not added all my drabbles, but I’d like to put them into their own, smaller, masterlist (per fandom) then post those masterlists here...if that makes any sense, haha!

...For the moment I’m also leaving off other pieces without masterlists or I don’t see myself ever finishing.

If you’d like to read even older pieces I have more at AO3 here!!

(All banners made by me via pics found on Google!!)

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[thespritepepsi]

Y’all still haven’t read my Pope fic, Dangerous Woman, yet? Well let me bless you with these highlights

#andrew cody #animal kingdom #pope x reader #andrew pope cody #pope cody #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #ao3fic