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Andrew Cody

"That's his girl, always has been" - Andrew Cody x wife!reader - fluff

Two Days. - Andrew Cody x wife!reader - tiny angst happiest ending.

"Closer" - Andrew Cody x wife!reader - smut, fluff

"Oh Pope can fight." - Andrew Cody x reader - fluff

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"Oh Pope can fight."

Summary: For your birthday you go out dancing and Popes happy to watch over you and protect you

Pope never and I mean never controls you. If you want to wear a short skirt for a night out. He's all over it. With the sole requirement being him watching you. Either from a distance or close by he doesn't care as long as he can watch over you. You don't mind. Sometimes he's watching and you don't even know. Its routine. It's not like you're out doing something wrong so you have no problem whether Pope is or isn't watching you.

Today was your birthday. As Cody tradition went, you all went out to a club. In a nice outfit, with your hair done and ready to get wasted you grab Pope's bicep as you walk out the door. Plus, J could finally get to see how you all celebrated a real birthday, Considering Popes was an excuse to do fun extreme stuff that Pope had no interest in. So today all you wanted was to go to a club, buy drinks, and dance.

Walking in your immediately met some of your friends who came to celebrate with you. Quickly hugging them you move to the bar to order your first drinks. Debating between a quick shot to get tipsy faster or a fancy cocktail to sip on while you talk to Pope someone sets down a fancy drink in front of you. Looking up you see your favorite signature drink. Which means you'll start off slow tonight and talk a bit before the actual partying starts. Smiling you grab the drink and walk over the Codys.

Sitting in a semi-circle booth waits Pope by the edge waiting for you to sit with him. "How'd you know?" As sip on your favorite cocktail savoring the taste you lean into Popes side. His arm quick to wrap around your waist. "It's been your favorite for years now, also its tradition. No matter how hard you think about you always start with it" You smile thinking about how he's actually right. pressing a kiss to his jaw you look back to the full group now seated. "Okay let's start with the first round of shots yeah?" Craig is quick to yell. Everyone immediately agreeing as someone goes to get them. "I'm going to get sooo wasted tonight, Andy." you whisper. Only you ever call him Andy, and by now he's learned that nickname only comes out for special occasions.

Coming back to the table with shots everyone grabs one and lifts it into the air. To you they cheers as you all down the shots. Everyone finding their chasers you see one last shot. an extra? Baz looks expectantly at you for you to take it. "Two? Back-to-back?" You're asking but everyone just nods for you to take it. Looking at Pope, you see him nod for you too. Downing another shot, you close your eyes and wait for the bitterness to fade. Opening your eyes you move to stand up and kiss Pope's cheek to tell him "I'm going out to dance, watch me"

With the lights low and the alcohol beginning to buzz in your system dancing is extremely easier. Not really thinking about your movements as you dance. Waving your arms here and there and swaying your hips to the beat you close your eyes and just feel. You have no ideas how longs gone by. Could've been an hour or ten minutes or even a whole day. You could not care less. Today's your day. Even in your own little world now you can still feel Popes eyes on you. Intently watching every move, you make. His eyes moving you as you dance and move around the room. In one corner Pope watches you. Protecting you. Watching for weirdos or perverts.

In another corner is a man. His name is irrelevant. His looks as well but still he watches you too. He came in maybe an hour ago. Bought some drinks and maybe he thought with alcohol his confidence would grow too. Watching you from the corner for a while first he plans to buy you a drink. Which he does try...

Initially he did buy a beer but taking a closer look at you, he thought. 'She's a girl she probably likes some fruity shit.' So, he drank the beer pushing him past the state of tipsy but not far enough gone that he won't remember in the morning. So, grabbing some pink drink with reeks of fruit he walks up to you. Trying to play it cool he tries dancing but you're not paying attention. First dancing near you, then approaching you until he's right behind you. Feeling his presence you open your eyes and gasp.

"Hey, Got you this." He's got a sly smirk.

"No Thanks.'"

You turn around and make eye contact with Pope.

The guy doesn't relent though.

"Cmon its got like pineapple and peach"

"No leave me alone."

As soon as your face changes from anything other than happy or content Popes already standing up making his way towards you. His eyes are sharp and focused not on you but the man in front of him. His walk is determined and heavy. As he walks up to you he grabs your waist and pulls you close to him. Putting a hand on his chest you slur your words as you tell him.

"He offered me a drink, don't want it though."

"Look man it's just one drink, straight from the bar."

Pope just stays silent. Staring daggers at the man he just takes slow deep breaths. He's about two seconds from beating the man but you move first. Grabbing the drink, the man smiles but its short lived as you lift the drink and smash it into the floor. The glass sprinkling around your feet and the splash slightly landing on your legs. Looking between Pope and the man you open your mouth to speak but Pope beats you to it.

"Fuck Off."

The man scoffs and returns to the bar. You grab Pope by the neck and face him. He just looks you up and down eyes raking all over your body. You begin swaying your hips again but Pope doesn't move. Pope doesn't like dancing but he sure loves watching you dance. Standing there he gets closer to you. His breath fanning over yours as you guys just stare deep into each others eyes. Moving away from the glass you just sway lightly while Pope keeps his eyes and hands on you. For a couple minutes you're just focused on him. Not really listening to the music or anything you're just feeling the heat radiating off of him. Feeling a shift in your stance he glances down to notice that your legs are tired. Small things like that Pope can easily catch onto. Grabbing you he moves back to the table where you stumble behind him to sit down. Grabbing the first drink infront of you and moving to get closer to Pope you look up at him again. Moving to look at you he's slow to press his lips to yours. Just kissing with an ease and without a care in the world. Moving on top of him your hips bracket his legs. He grunts as he shifts around to get comfortable. Pope tastes the alcohol in your tongue. You can feel his hands wandering under your shirt. Pulling back for a moment you stare at his eyes for a few seconds. Getting lost in how he looks and feels under you. He only looks at your lips. Swollen and pink, slick with saliva and parted desperately breathing in. He's entranced with them. "I want to go dance before we leave" he's watching your lips form the letter and the way your tongue moves around in your mouth. "Okay" He's saying go but his hands only tighten around you.

J watches this scene more than slightly disgusted. He truly wonders if you two are like this all the time. He's seen you at home and you're completely chill most of the time but when you two get all personal and touchy it's downright like watching two people just be in their own world. It's just sensual and quiet. Just find a corner and most likely you'll find Pope and you there making out again. So J is relieved when you actually do get up and walk to dance again.

Grabbing one last shot from the bar you let loose. Standing directly in front Pope eyesight like you're dancing just for him. In your head and free today's a good day. The musics loud and the colored lights make everything look blurry. Just as you're about to spin, you open your eyes to find the man approaching you again. Walking closer to Pope the man grabs your wrist forcing you to turn back. Fighting against him for a quick second but Popes already up. Running to your side pushing the man to the ground.

"Get the fuck of her."

Pope wastes no time in beating the man. On the ground throwing punch after punch. After a second you hear a crack and look down to see the man on the ground with blood on his face. Pope doesn't even hear the pleas of the man. Blinded with the rage pope sits on the man and continues to cave his head in.

J watches for the booth speaking up to Deran. "Does this happen often?" Deran finally looks at the scene and with wide eyes just says

"I mean yea, She's a pretty girl, if she wasn't Popes and everyone knew they be all over her."

"But he's never afraid? I mean there's always gonna be another guy who's after her right?"

Nodding along while the brawl still continues this time the man landing a few hits on Pope. Nothing serious just some minor bruises maybe a scratch.

"Oh Pope can fight. He can and will beat the shit out of anyone who comes near her. Look."

Pointing back to the fight in the center people have gathered around you guys. No one dares stop Pope afraid they might catch a punch from him. Finally stopping Pope looks at his knuckles drenched in blood and raw from the sheer force of the power in his punches. He closes his fist and opens it only to feel an ache in his knuckles. He only stands up when he feels your hand reach for his shoulder.

Standing up he grabs the man by the collar and pulls him outside. He throws the man on the curb and walks back in to get to you.

"So they just casually do this often?" J isn't even shocked about this surprisingly

"Yea everyone knows better than to mess with Pope or his woman." Deran says as he sips from his beer.

On the other side of the booth you've both returned. You're examining Popes knuckles while he just watches your face again. Dabbing them with a napkin you kiss him again. "Thanks Andy"

You whisper. Just as soon as the words are uttered he gets chills down his spine. Wanting nothing more than to go home and have you tell him he did so good today.

"You did good Andrew. You also looked so so so so hot"

Pope doesn't think he'll last the drive home if you keep talking so grabbing you face with both of his hands he tilts your head back and kisses you hard. His face basically crushed against yours. Pulling away to say "let's go home" nodding along you move to stand and walk out as you hold Popes bicep again. The crowd moving to make space for you not wanting to catch any smoke. You're just proud of Pope for protecting you and he's happy to beat a man if it means he can prove to everyone that you're his.

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"Closer"

Summary: Pope gets back from prison and the Codys only find out when they think you're cheating on him.

Three whole years have gone by. Pope went through hell in prison and yet outside? Everyone went on. The Codys kept pulling jobs. You went on to help with those jobs. Life had resumed like he'd never left. You of course, Missed him. Your husband was in jail for saving Baz. You couldn't do anything so you just focused on the present. Help plan jobs, save the money and sleep. and you did that. Every. Single. Day. Your life had turned into a dull routine that left you empty by the time the sun went down. At night you'd go to sleep curled in on yourself crying. Even through the three years you'd never even talked to another man. You weren't interested in the sex or the company you just wanted your husband.

So one day when J shows up and you're met with Andrew in the room too you're just frozen in your place.

moments earlier...

"So you're like an in law?"

"Yea I'm married to Pope, but he's in jail so I just kind of hang out here." you nod as you walk along the pool.

"How long has he been gone?"

"Three years. Its been a long time. I miss him. I don't think I've ever felt so alone." you laugh.

"Do you know when he's coming back?"

"Nope. Last we heard he was in solitary confinement so were not even sure anymore."

"And you just hang out here?"

"Yup. I help out with stuff sometimes so I just come here and drink.'

Walking back into the house you lead him to Popes old room.

"This'll be your room" Grabbing the door knob and opening it you're immediately met with the shadow of someone.

Knowing at this time no one would rob this house you kept walking in. J walking and looking around just moved to the bed. Looking straight forward you're just making eye contact with Pope. Neither of you move and J stands awkwardly in the room confused as to what to do.

Taking a single step forward you freeze again. Pope immediately closes the distance in a few long strides. Grabbing hold of your waist and your hand aiming for his neck and chest you look up at him.

"You're back Pope." It's barely a whisper as you feel short of breath.

J watches from his new bed wondering where this is going. He moves to stand to leave but just as his feet hit the floor Pope kisses you. Fiercely hard and longing. As J moves to walk to pass you two. You begin walking backwards. Pope never hesitating as he walks to the guest room. Leaving J to close the door and think of what he just witnessed.

Moving to the guest bedroom where you've been sleeping for a while now. The room is only illuminated by the windows and the small lamp by your bedside. The room isn't even filled with your stuff it's just a quick bed to sleep in when you don't wanna go home. Taking careful steps you move inside the room.He closes the door with his foot. Standing in the middle of your room you just kiss. Finally alone Pope kisses you a bit softer now but just as urgent. Feeling the warmth of Popes body under your palms leads your to unbutton his shirt. Pope just stands there staring at you as your hands move to the buttons on his shirt and how your lips now lead to his neck and collarbone. He lets out a raspy grunt as he takes in a deep breath taking both of his hands to hold your face making you look up at him. Loosing you grip on the buttons you stop and just look at him.

"Missed you." He lowly says kinda like a mumble.

"Me too." You laugh a bit before you really start to take in his face.

He's thinner and his eyes look dull. He has the prison haircut and you can see he didn't plan this far. Initially he'd seen J so he followed into the room only for you to come in seconds later.

In his eyes you're eyes look frantic and wide. He can feel the restlessness in you. He can see how much you've actually missed him.

Grabbing the back of your neck with one hand he pulls you closer until your noses are touching and you can feel his breath on your lips. He inches closer but pulls back until you chase him. It's been three long years of sleeping alone you're not about to play a teasing game with Pope.

Sliding your hand down you finish unbuttoning his shirt and slide it off him. Grabbing the hem of yours he pulls it up with one quick fluid motion as he tosses somewhere and looks straight into your breast's. Now for that he doesn't even feel a lick of shame as he unclips your bra with one hand. Moving to massage one of your boobs you move to slide your hand to his zipper. He lets you open his pants but when you stick your hand down his pants he grabs your wrist. Looking up at him you open your mouth to ask but he responds first.

"It's been three years. That's how long since I've had an erection."

"I don't care Pope. Look."

Moving past his hand you move to grab it first then just rub it up and down. Now this Pope gets slightly embarrassed and looks away but when you hands meets with his tip he shudders and sighs but lets you keep going. Just massaging him he forgets what he's doing and just closes his eyes and sighs. Slightly leaning into your frame he puts his head on your shoulder. You move your free hand to grab at the nape of his neck and play with the hair there. Learning out a half grunt- half moan he relaxes. The blood is obviously rushing straight down now so he's getting worked up.

"See Pope, Nothing to worry about."

Snapping out of his tranced state he unzips your jeans and begins shoving them down. Steeping over your pants you pull his down too and he's quick to move them out of the way. Looking down you see the wet mark right about where his tip is where you were touching him. He looks down and sees the wet splotch on your panties.

Grabbing your face and kissing you again he moves you backwards till you meet the bed. Where he moves to lay you down and hovers over you. He hasn't you in this view in too long. He just gets even harder in his boxers. At this point he just might bust now. In three years it's definitely enough to lose your stamina. Kissing him as he adjusts his body for his dick to be right over your clothed sex he enjoys the feeling but only so desperately wants to already be in you. Shifting for a while back and forth you're tired of this foreplay shit. You find his boxers and pull them straight down until he kicks them off. Noticing your obvious impatience he pulls your underwear to the side and lets his tip play in your folds. Just rubbing his precum up and down your already slick fold he pushes a bit more and his head sinks straight in. He wants to give you time to adjust but he just can't find the reasoning to stop.

Grabbing your legs he hikes them near his waist until you hook them around him and he sinks fully in groaning and breathing deeply in your ear as his head is near your ear. Letting out a whimper and squirming as your body adjusts to the intrusion. For Pope all he feels are your warm wet spongy walls flex around him. The constant clenching and unclenching driving him in a frenzy. Normally he'd already moving out and into you again but he's tired. His body hasn't been this worked up in years. The fact that he's already inside you almost leads him to cum in seconds. Only very slowly does he move in and out of you as your grab at his hair and back. He too focused on how you feel around that he doesn't even open his eyes. His head rests beside yours. He's not even holding up his body as he fucks into you he's just moving as he lays on you. He knows he could still crush you so he uses his arms to hold himself up reminding himself that you're also here.

"Closer, Pope" you whine out.

He only makes a grunt noise as he moves back over you to kiss you. Pulling away you pant near his ear as he rests his head again on the mattress. The sound drives him so much that knot in his stomach appears again. He keeps breathing in deeply to hopefully stave off his climax for just a bit longer.

The constant sound of your skin hitting each other is what makes the Cody's think you've brought someone over. While Craig passes by to grab a quick joint he hears the sound of the bed creaking and your moans along with another man's? Craig's confused as you've admitted multiple times that you'll never sleep with a man that isn't Pope. And based of what he knows Popes still in prison so he goes to find Deran.

"Yo Deran, I heard some crazy shit happening in (your name)s room."

"Like what?"

"Like she's fucking someone."

"But Popes not back yet right?"

"Not that I've heard off."

Standing up Deran follows Craig right outside you door and Craig's right. You're fucking someone that isn't Pope. It's not they care but you've never even gave them the doubt that you would ever. Craig grabbing the door handle quietly begins to turn it before Deran speaks up

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Well I wanna know if she's cheating on him don't you?"

"No that's fucking weird."

Not listening to Deran he opens to peek only to find a man on you obviously but he can't tell if it's pope. It sure looks enough like him but Popes just a white man.

As you and Pope both get tired you start reaching that point of ecstasy. With Pope breathing deeply in your ear and grunting along too you start whining again this time repeating over and over again

"Andrew" in a breathless moan.

This is the final proof Craig needs to confirm you are in fact not cheating on Pope but that's he's back from prison.

That sequence of sounds drives Pope straight into his climax. Hearing you say his name over and over again and clinging to him makes him cum faster than any position ever could. Moving faster as he rides out his high. Alongside you too. Feeling the overstimulation kick in as he fucks his own cum back into you. Tired of the release he just got he slumps on top of you. Full body weight. Closing his eyes and just breathing his brain can't even comprehend the absolute pleasure he's just experienced. His mind is hazy and he's so tired he can't get up. You move to kiss his shoulder that snaps him a bit back to reality.

Rolling over to his back Pope hears the shuffling before he looks over to see you getting under the covers. He's too sweaty and hot to want to do that but he wants to be near you. He gets up and gets under the duvet letting it side at his hips. You move to sit beside him and lay your head of his chest. Which is still rising up and down as he tries to catch his breath.

"I missed you Pope."

"Me too."

Outside Craig and Deran agree to wait to tell Smurf until tomorrow.

Bonus: After you slept through the evening yesterday you awake today to find Pope already gone. When you get up you change into some random clothes on the floor and leave the room. Squinting as the sun is shining through every damn window and your body is sore from the things you did yesterday. Moving into the kitchen where they're having breakfast you feel just a bit embarrassed as you turn your head to the fridge for some orange Juice.

"Guess how we found out Pope was back." Craig yells

"I don't care- Craig"

"We heard these two going at it. Then later again when everyone went to bed."

"Shut up Craig." You yell back as you face them finally only to see Smurf laughing and Pope just eating paying no mind to them.

As Pope gets up to put his plate in the sink move to peck his temple before he grabs your waist and starts moving you to walk down the hall.

"And we're going to again" you yell back as you smile at them one last while Pope leads you back to the room. Ready to make up for the whole three years you've both been alone.

J who's just witnessed this scene wonders if you and Pope really do just live to see and feel each other. While Craig went peeking he could've asked J who was just on his phone in his room if he had seen who you were with.

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Two days

Summary: When two things go wrong at once you're just angry. Pope tries his best to win you over again.

Today started off normally up until midnight when Pope didn't come back. Normally he'd always be back by then. If he didn't show up on time he'd always and I mean always give you the reason. A call or a text. Waiting for a reply you chose yo clean and get ready for bed. By now your phone was already charging and no notifications had been heard in the last four hours. You tried calling twice. Just as a heads up that you're waiting on him. The call went through but he never picked up. He didn't even tell you he couldn't call right now. You'd messaged him short texts over the course of the four hours but nothing. Sighing you turned off your lamp and went to bed.

Unfortunately for you you woke up when you heard a crash in the window. Someone's here. Immediately your heart began racing as the footsteps went around the house. You jumped up immediately as you went to your closet and grabbed your gun in the safe. You went up to the window to hopefully open it and run but as soon as you got the lock open someone approached it. Two intruders? Your chances were slim in survival with minimal injury. Forgetting your phone on the nightstand you ran for it. Only to get your hair pulled by the intruder now in your bedroom. The second came in through your bedroom door with such a calmness like they owned the house. Just looking around for anything worth stealing. Taking the safety off your gun you shot one and the other ran for you. Keeping a grip on your gun you were laid flat on the floor as the man sat on you holding your wrist to the floor to prevent you from shooting.

"Not home huh? Maybe we'll just rough you up and come back another time."

The man was after Pope. Pope was in very shady business you'd always known this. You didn't really care. But what had he done to get these men to do this? The man on the floor was inching up as he grabbed his shoulder where you shot him. The other man opened your hand and took the gun. Rendering you helpless. By now you'd begin to fear for your life. Afraid what they wanted with you. Struggling against the man he slapped you first. Not really thinking much of it you kept going. It was no use and you knew it. You were either going to die here or worse be taken advantage of and beaten. If you lived you were going to give Pope hell for this. The man with the shoulder shot finally got to his feet. Shuffling towards you he stood over you until he grunted and kicked you. Wincing and closing your eyes he kicked again. Nothing broken yet. Luckily you thought. But they kept going this time the other man joining in to punch your face. First your cheekbone. Then your eye near the bridge of your nose. Then your jaw. Trying not to make any noise you curled into yourself as you waited for this to end. Maybe you would die here. This was it. Your body burned and your eyes cried against your will. You'd prayed to the heavens and god to just let your torment be over. You didn't know how long it had been until suddenly your hand was laid flat on the floor again as the shoulder shot man stomped on it. The crack made you cry out in pain but no matter how much you could scream no one would hear. You owned a lot of land surrounding your house so no neighbors were ever nearby. What a joke it was now. Your hand laid limp as when you tried to pick it up you could see and feel how the broken bones wiggled in your skin. You hadn't noticed but your blood was on the floor now. With a few goodbye beatings and a laugh they left. Leaving you there with nothing. Crying in ball you wanted to get up but it hurt. Feel the aches and the swelling begin you closed your eyes and tried to find the will in you to get up. You have to get up. You're not helpless. You can get up. You just have to will it. Choosing to get up you used your good hand to push you up and walk to get your phone. Calling Pope again. Same rings. The call went through, but still you didn't get an answer. Looking at the time read 3 AM. The ER is probably where you should go next. Part of you wanted to go to Smurf's to see what was going on but you didn't think you'd make it. Opting for the Hospital you got the keys and left.

The roads were blurry as you tried to stay awake. Your car was probably swerving but if any police officer saw you you'd have a better chance at getting a free ride to the ER than an actual ticket considering how you look. Your head was blaring and your hand laid limp on your lap. Your legs had begun to hurt which you assumed was just the bruising coming in. Still manageable though. Not really having a plan you locked the car and put the keys near the tire leavening you phone there too. You'd be back soon anyway. Walking in to the ER they immediately started talking to you.

"Ma'am what happened?"

"Can you tell us your name and age?"

"Any pre existing conditions?"

"Anyone we can call? Family? Spouse? Friends?" The nurse had asked

"No" you croaked as your throat ran dry.

You did NOT feel like answering anything.

The next hours were blurs as they tested you and worked on you.

When you awoke the nurse was waiting on you. The room was cold and sterile. You body was hooked up to too many machines and the IV in your arm was bothering you.

"Ma'am are you awake?" The young blonde nurse asked.

Nodding you tried sitting up only to be met with paralyzing pain and a white cast on your wrist. So great you can't move that hand either.

"Don't try to move. You fractured some ribs which is why your whole midsection is bruised. Your hand was shattered so badly we had to do surgery but Eveything is back in place. The area around your eye had some swelling which should heal on its own. There's major swelling all over as your body is trying to heal so we'll prescribe you some pain medication and keep you in observation for a couple days okay."

Nodding you waited for her to leave and within the hour you ripped the IV out and walked out. Body hurting like you'd just died and got back up you went to your car. You'd purposely left the keys on the tire and thank god no one robbed you now. Opening you phone still not one notification from Pope. Where the fuck was he? You'd just survived hell on earth and he doesn't even know it yet.

Opened the car you got in with multiple grunts and winces. As you sat down you took a moment and just breathed. You opened the mirror with a shaky hand and let out a just as shaky breath as you looked at your face. Half bruised and half swollen. Your face felt hot and your eye was still a bit blurry. Pressing a finger to the inner corner of your eye you cried out. Where was Pope? Why didn't he answer? After this you weren't sure whether you'd break up with him or just yell at him. It wasn't his fault this happened but you're mad at him for not checking in for this long. Turning on the car you drove home first. The roads still blurry and everything felt too fast. You'd made eye contact with someone at a light and when they looked over to see your face they only had wide eyes and their jaw dropped. Pulling into your house driveway you noticed Pope still wasn't home. After turning off the car you took a minute before the pain began again as you got out. The walk on the gravel made your feet hurt and seeing the broken window from here made you not want to go in. Opening the door the house looked clean except for the missing items. Tiny stuff not the tv or anything just minor things. Odd. Opening your room you were reminded with what had just happened to you. Crying as you walked in you noticed the immediate dried blood on the floor. The blood was shaped around your body that was laid there as they beat you. You didn't know you had bled. Sitting on the bed you grabbed some pain meds and took three. Choosing to torment Pope you got up and went to the closet to change. Inside as you changed into some jeans and a new shirt you caught a glimpse of your body in the mirror. Most of it covered in purple and yellow bruises. You cried harder as you looked at your body. Your wrist was in a cast now. A white cylinder on your wrist up to your hand. Going to the bathroom you didn't put on any makeup and just grabbed some chapstick for the obvious split in your lip. Letting your hair down you went back to your car. And straight to Smurfs. To find Pope.

After a calm but painful drive you arrived there. Hoping desperately to get a drink. As you pulled into the private driveway you were Immediately met with Deran who was going out to surf. Stepping out you wobbled as your kept your balance with your hand on your car. And walked forward as Deran stopped and looked at your face. He stopped in his tracks.

"what happened to you." He asked as he noticed how you were swaying while standing still.

"Is Pope here? He didn't answer last night." You calmly asked.

"Yea we had a party and he got drunk and went to bed. Felt kinda bad since he doesn't really sleep so we left him. Sorry" he walked away as soon as he said it hopping into his car and leaving.

Taking a few breaths you could feel the heat of the sun on your skin. The burn only adding to your torture. Moving to get inside you went to the kitchen. Immediately standing by the island as you waited for Smurf to turn around.

"Hey- What happened?" She asked not because she cared but she never took you as the kind to be into shady things.

"Someone came for Pope. Found me and did this."You said you lifted your shirt and lifted your cast up.

"Can I get a cocktail? you choose just tons of alcohol?" You asked

"Coming right up" she said as she got two glasses out.

Making your drink and one for her as you walked outside. Pope was there. Punching his damn bag. You stood in the shade as you waited for Smurf to bring your drink out. Even as you stared he payed no mind to you. You just went through hell and he's here punching his little punching bag. Part of you wanted to just dump him right here right now but you knew better. You loved Pope. You'd known him your whole life. Hell you were married for Christ's sake. But god did you want to chew him out for not answering. The funny part is you're not even blaming him for the beating you're blaming him for not answering. You'd take a beating for him any day. You loved him enough to do it. But what did it cost him to just answer the damn phone? Debating what to do the door slid open with Smurf and two drinks in her hand. Taking a long sip you set it down and walked up to him.

"What the Fuck is wrong with you!" You yell.

He immediately took in your face and just stared. He looked angry but not at you. Mad at who did this.

"Who did this to you?" He asked as he stepped closer looking at your stance and the new white cast on you.

"That's what you're worried about Pope. I just got the shit beat outta me and you're worried about them. Not even me. I called you Pope. I texted. Then this happens and you don't even know. Fuck you Pope. Fuck you!" You screamed at him.

Smurf watching from inside just wondered what the next days were gonna be for him.

"I'm sorry" Is all he said. "I lost my phone and I got drunk and I forgot. I should've known. I'm sorry." But you didn't want an apology.

"I'm already beat Pope. It already happened and you weren't there." Crying a bit now you looked down.

During this conversation Pope could see the way you'd blink extra and squint as the sun hurt your eyes. Pope didn't like seeing you like this. You were his girl. His wife. His person. And he failed you. He wanted to find whoever did this and kill them. But you didn't want that. You were just mad and didn't know why. Turning around you were going to begin to walk away until he caught your wrist and pulled you towards him. As he tried to hug you pushed at his chest and walked away. Nowhere to go but home again.

At home you sit and just drink. On the couch with a random bottle of alcohol you cried. Not even having the will to get up and change into some comfortable clothes. Back at Smurfs Pope is getting his things and going home. He picks up some ice on the way home and when he gets there he immediately notices the glass on the window. Walking in he's met with you on the couch sleeping. Knowing what's happened here he walks to the bedroom to find the blood stains on the floor and the obvious boot prints there. Your gun is thrown half under the bed and he checks the bullets to see you used one. He's proud you were able to use it but he regrets not answering his phone. If the bullet had worked you wouldn't have been in this condition. Moving back to the living room you're sitting up now with a scowl on your face. You stand up and walk slowly to get a cup of water. When you sit back down on the couch he's sitting in the chair near it.

"I'm sorry." He says.

"Sorry won't fix this Pope. I can't even function right. My eye is blurry. My legs are bruised and weak. My ribs are fractured and my hand is shattered. You're dead to me Pope." You say as you drink the water.

"I know I should've called."

"Yea but you didn't. Why didn't you at least invite me to this party."

"Because I forgot. We had a heist right before it started and then my phone got lost with the supplies and I just forgot I'm sorry."

"so you just forgot and didn't think twice to think about me?"

"I did but I got caught up I'll make it up to you I swear."

Moving to lay down you wince and pull the blanket over your shoulders.

"Let's go to bed." He stands as he says it.

"I'm not going back to that room especially not with you after you abandoned me."

Turning to face the cushion of the couch you nod off to sleep. Leaving Pope sitting there. Watching you. Too guilty to fall asleep. And too confused on what to do next.

After an hour of just staring at you while you sleep Baz calls which knocks him out of his trance and goes outside to answer it.

"I heard what happened. I know you're lost Pope so take the advice and go buy her some nice things and stick with her. She's gonna fight you off so it's important you stay. Also Smurfs having dinner tomorrow so don't come and have takeout with her. It'll mean more to her."

"So like a ring? Where do I get one?"

"Stick with her and get her some food first. Then you can think about a new ring." Baz hangs up.

Moving back inside Pope sees you sat up. As he rounds the corner he's met with you curled into yourself as you just weep.

"You had a nightmare. About them." He says it more like a statement than a question but it's pointless.

You don't speak. He shifts to sit next to you. You push him. You push his chest and his chest and even his face but he doesn't give in. He only wraps an arm around you and leans both of you back on the cushion and you let up. You get tired of fighting and just give up. You curl into him as he just waits there. Eventually after fighting off sleep it takes you and you sleep peacefully as he holds you.

When you wake up you're still curled up to him but not sitting up anymore. He's laying on the couch with you on top of him. He must've moved you both after you fell asleep. His arm holds at your hip one is hanging off the couch. You're near his neck and he begins to wake up. Choosing peace over pain you close your eyes again. You rather sleep with Pope even if you're mad rather than get up for the day and be in crippling pain. But Pope knows better. He knows you so much that he knows that you're not asleep. But happy with your closeness he goes back to sleep.

After sleeping most of the day you have to get up. Saying nothing you stand up and make your way to the bathroom. You shamble your way up and get to the bathroom to get more pain meds and brush your teeth. Pope gets up as well to see a notification from Baz "don't eat at Smurfs buy her food and eat with her." Pope gets up to the bathroom to also brush his teeth. Deciding to change into comfier clothes you grab some sweats and a shirt. One of Pope Shirts. Just as you're about to change in the bathroom you drop your sweatpants.

"Fuck" you exclaim.

Bending down and using your knee as support you try and fail. Sighing frustratedly and trying again only for Pope to pick them up. He hold them out to you but you go to grab them. Just as you do he grabs your leg to put it through your pants

"I can do this Pope. I got it."

But he doesn't let up. So you slip in and his hands bring them up to your waist as he's this close he takes advantage of the closeness and presses a quick kiss to your temple. Walking of you mumble

"I'm still mad at you." As you look at the floor. And leave

Going to the kitchen to find food you analyze the options. Pope entering the room for his keys says

"I'm getting food I'll be back in a little."

Moving infront of him you grab his wrist.

"Can I come with you?"

He immediately knows it's because you'll be alone and it's not like he'll say no.

"Yea come on."

He said as he opens the door and waits for you to walk out. Locking the door he gets to his truck and opens your side and helps you up. When he gets inside and turns on the truck he looks at your for a quick second

"Do you want from that one place?"

"Yea."

Not even needing to mention a restaurant or a food item you both know the place. He's always known. It's your guys place.

Arriving at the place he moves to the drive thru and orders for both of you. He doesn't have to ask he's known your order since he was like 12 It's natural at this point. After getting the food you put an hand on his arm.

"Can we go to the beach? The house is too cold."

He knows you're not talking about the temperature of the house and just says

"Yea okay."

Getting out of the car he locks the car to prevent you from getting out on your own. When he rounds the truck he opens the door and offers his hands to help. Taking his hands you get out with a small yelp. The jump on the concrete hurting your weakened state. While leaning on the truck you watch the sun over the water. When Pope has the food you move to sit on some concrete steps leading to the sand. Eating in silence you look into the sunset and shed a tear. You have to let it go. You love him too much to push him away. As angry as you were you feel the anger fade in the waves of the sea. Sighing you decided to let it go. You choose Pope. You choose him over your frustrations. Pope wasn't there but now he is and he's trying. You know it's hard for him to understand you sometimes. While Pope throws the trash into a nearby trash can you bask in the warmth outside and the sound of water rushing. When Pope gets back he sits a bit closer than he originally was which doesn't go unnoticed by you. Shuffling closer you lean into him again until he wraps his arm around you. Your tears fall against your will like running water. As you sniffle he uses his jacket sleeve to clean your snot as you laugh a bit.

"Sorry." You mumble

"It's okay." He says softly

Looking up at him you kiss his jaw and just go back to watching the sunset. He's just happy you're coming back. Watching the sun with a soft smile he sighs of relief.

When the sun has gone down and you're alone on the beach he looks down to see you asleep. He picks you up with such an ease you don't wake up. After putting you in the truck he's happy it's today. Maybe you're not talking yet but you slept together all day then ate together and watched a sunset. In his eyes he did something good. You even kissed him. Turning on the truck you open your eyes slightly but don't wake up and you go back to sleep. When he gets to the driveway you finally wake up. As he opens your door you move your legs to get out but he moves closer and picks up again.

"I can walk, Pope"

you say but your hands are around his neck and he only says

"Your medicine wore off an hour ago, You're in pain."

Opening the door and setting you down on the couch he gets up to get your meds while you shuffle towards your bedroom. You miss your bed. When Pope doesn't find you in the living room he's scared you ran away but he quickly hears the sound of your lamp turning on. He internally sighs and walk to your bedside with a cup of water and three pills. As you take them he changes into his own pajamas. He closes the door and begins getting into bed when you see him organizing his nightstand and you snap a quick picture. He doesn't push but he does look up as he hears it. When he gets into bed you turn off your lamp and lay down. Sitting up you move until you're on Pope. Your leg draped over his hip and your arm on his chest and your face tucked at his neck. His arm wraps around your waist and he sighs at the welcome weight. Rubbing a circle on his chest you say

"I forgive you."

Then you go to sleep. He doesn't even know what to respond to that so he just goes to sleep. That night you don't dream. Thankfully.

When you awake you're met with the Popes chest. This time you're laying sideways. Your leg still over his hip but now his leg is in between yours and your arm is under his shirt around his midsection. His arm is at your waist still. When he wakes up he shifts to be at eye level with you. You kiss the corner of his mouth first. Then his jaw. Then his lips. Not wanting to scare you he starts slow and firm. He pull away to say something but you don't let him. Kissing him again you trail kisses down to his neck. He closes his eyes and sighs in relief. When you're done you look up at him. He rolls onto his back as he lifts up on his lap and he sits up a bit on the pillows. Then he initiates the next kiss. Deeper this time. More passionate but still testing the waters. When his hands grab at your hips he moves you back and forth but you stop him. As you pull away slightly breathless and sleepy you shake your head. "Hurts too much. I probably won't be able to for a while. Probably weeks." You say.

He grunts in frustration but doesn't push further. But god does he miss you. It's been two days of you pushing him away and that enough to send him running back to you immediately. Though he does kiss you again. Soft and gentle he doesn't move you just caresses your body and you melt into him again. Just kissing and holding each other. Neither of you leave.

You whisper "I'm not getting out bed today."

He smiles and lets out a small laugh as he kisses you again. He's happy to be right here. He's happy to just make out with his wife all day long. If she wants to be here all day long doing nothing then he's happy to make sure it happens.

Bonus:

Later that week when you went shopping for groceries when the cashier looked up and saw your face you could see the dots connect in the cashiers head when they assumed he'd beat you. "Pope we forgot the lettuce can you go get it baby?"

As he walks off the cashier whispers "does he beat you? We can get you help? It's okay"

but you cut them off with a laugh.

"God no. He wouldn't ever dream of it. Home intruder." You point to your face.

When Pope comes back he sets it down. While he gets the groceries into the cart he hands you his card. You swipe his card and smile when the cashier hands you the receipt.

"We're okay. I swear" you whisper as you grab Popes hand as he pushes the cart.

"What was that about?" Pope asks and you near his truck.

"Cashier thought you beat me. Can you imagine?" Without missing a beat

"I would never."

[m1zaz]

"That's his girl, always has been."

Summary: When Pope gets shot. J sees just how close you are.

The day had already been rough. That is for Pope not for you. You'd been away for about a week on a business trip. Your day had been easy up until now. Board a flight, sleep, get to Smurfs. Now it's easily 2 am and you're standing in the kitchen with Smurf.

"He hasn't been sleeping you know? Just a heads up."

She says leaning across from you. You in popes shirt and a pair of sweatpants just take a sip of water.

"Is he still taking his pills?" She asks right after.

"Yes he's is. He says he does it for me" you say with a small smile.

As you look down the front door slams open and you're met with the Cody's. Everyone's rushing in except this isn't the rush of a bad job or an adrenaline rush this is something else? Suddenly Craig and Baz come in carrying a bleeding Pope. He's stumbling as he tries to keep up with them. Wide eyed and shocked you run to them. They move past you and set him down on the kitchen island. He's too dazed by the blood loss to notice you're back. Closing his eyes and breathing deeply he clutches his ribs. His shirt is fully soaked staining his hand with blood too. After a beat the boys run for the medical supplies.

"Pope" you call out grabbing his shoulder and his chin.

"Open your eyes Pope. I'm here. It's me."

But he doesn't open his eyes.

"You're not real. She's not here." He mumbles.

Smurf just watches. She knows that she isn't of use right now. J watches in the corner too just observing. Sure he's aware that they're married but he's never seen much of both of you. Craig and Baz come back with stitches supplies gauze and antiseptic.

"He won't open his eyes. Thinks I'm a hallucination." You tell them washing your hands for the procedure you're about to do.

Over the rushing water and everyone yelling faults of today you can hear Popes breathing getting shallow, and desperate.

"Someone get his eyes to open otherwise it's gonna be hard to keep him up! " you yell out.

Baz quickly turns to Pope and grabs his shoulders harshly

"Pope open your eyes. She's here. She's gonna fix you up okay?"

Pope sneaks a glance to see your face analyzing the products infront of you. Looking up you see Popes eyes open. His mouth is open his jaw slack. His hands fly up to your cheeks and he kisses you just as fast. Staining half your face with his bloodied hand. He's grunting from the pain of the bullet currently in his ribs but he keeps going. You grab the scissors next to you and cut his shirt open through the middle.

"Kay love birds we get it but he's dying!" Craig yells out.

Smurf smiles. J looks confused. You pull away to get him to take off the sleeves. He takes off the shirt and grabs your hips. He leans forward to get near your neck. Nudging his nose near your throat.

"Missed you" he slurs but you push him upright and tell him.

"Let me help you then you can tell me all about it." You peck his cheek and then grab the gauze.

"This is gonna hurt, baby. Just breathe." You tell him.

He closes his eyes and exhales as you press the gauze to his open wound. He lets out a small whimper as his hands grab your hips tighter. Holding the gauze there for a minute to check for open arteries or something. You hold it there with firm pressure. You look up to see him already making eye contact with you.

"Hurts" is all he grunts out.

"I know I'm sorry Pope." You soothe him. Taking away the gauze and seeing the bleeding stop you sigh of relief. "Ohthankgod" you whisper.

"What?" Baz says concerned opening a beer.

"The bleeding stopped which means he's not actively dying. The bullet missed any major parts we can just stitch him up with minimal bruising." You smile and then frown realizing you need to disinfect it.

"I need to sanitize it so you don't get sepsis this'll hurt. Sorry Pope." You look sympathetically at him.

He just nods and tenses again when you open the wound and grab the tweezer to pick out the bullet. Hearing his deep breaths and how tense he is you find the metal and take it out. 20 seconds max. You're a genius.

"Kay it's out now."

Grabbing the hydrogen peroxide and opening it you grab his hand and kiss the corner of his lips.

"Sorry." You frown.

As you pour the liquid straight into the wound. Hearing it bubble up and Pope Grunt. Grabbing a cotton pad you pat it and move him to lay down. With his feet dangling on the island he lays down his hands balled up into fists. Grabbing a syringe and a bottle of anesthetic you grab a few milliliters and inject him near his wound. Preparing your needle and thread you tie the knot and get to sewing him up. Few minutes later and you're done. With a sigh and standing up to stretch your back Pope sits up.

"I'm gonna dress the wound so no extra movements until it heals."

"Not even?" He starts.

"No." You shake your head.

Finally getting off the island Pope winces in pain. Immediately coming over to you. Wrapping you in a hug burying himself in the nook of your neck. Smurfs long gone talking to the guys on the couch now.

"Those two never fail to make me feel the need to leave the room before I throw up." Craig tells them laughing as he takes a swig of his beer.

"They love each other. They always have." Baz says kinda reminding himself of how you and Pope were in your younger years. "How long have they been together?" J asks.

He looks over to Smurf who shrugs. Then to Baz.

"Since forever. It's hard to imagine a time when they weren't attached at the hip."

"So since like middle school?" J shoots.

"No, Longer. I remember in elementary school when anyone would pick on her he'd beat them up. And she'd always be there for him when it got hard. That's his girl, always has been. No one else's. He needs her. You'll see." Deran realizes he's been going on for a minute and stands up to get another round of beers. Walking into the kitchen seeing you two still hugging.

"How long have you been hugging." Deran laughs

"Well he can't strain himself tonight so this is the best he's getting tonight." You laugh.