Every Breath You Take Masterlist California goth girl born in 1988 with an obsession for movies and tv, music, the band Ghost, reading and writing fanfiction, Vintage life, and beautiful men I canโt have. Letโs be friends!
Iris has moved to Hellโs kitchen with only a backpack and a past she struggles to leave behind. Will a budding romance with the kind and enigmatic lawyer next door help her move on? Or will the monster from her past find her and destroy them both? ย Warning: This story contains adult content including descriptions of spousal abuse and violence. ย If this content bothers you, please refrain from reading.ย
Summary: The first time Andrew Cody sees you is within the confined walls of Folsom State Prison. Youโre volunteering with a prison library program, helping inmates read and providing educational support. One look at you is all it takes for him to become instantly attached to you and heโll do whatever it takes to protect you.ย
Tags/warnings: Age gap (reader is in her 20s and Andrew is late 30s), yearning, prison Pope, mention of violence, brief scene of violence, obsessive behaviour, parasocial behaviour, mention of mental health issues, prison abuse, no use of y/n
Word Count: 3,256
Author's note: NOT PROOFREAD. I'm really excited about this series and for the first time, I actually have most of the series already written/planned out. I've been working on this idea for the past few months and this has been sitting in my drafts for a while. Season 1 Pope is very special to me. The picture is actually from when Shawn Hatosy was playing Lawrence Sheppard in Law and Order: Los Angeles but he looks like season 1 Pope Cody. Thank you for reading and I hope you guys enjoy this series!
Pope stood in the middle of the bank, guns drawn and pointing at the hostages laying on the floor. There were only a few unlucky customers who had decided to go to a bank in the middle of the work day. An elderly woman lay on the floor, tears streamed down her face as she recited a prayer. A businessman was cursing another his breath about missing a meeting while he studied the carpeted floor, trying not to draw attention to himself. A pretty young woman, wearing a skirt and cardigan was laying on the floor across from where Pope stood, looking up every few seconds at her captorโs masked face. She was the most composed out of all the other hostages. The security guardโs face was pressed against the ground by one of Popeโs heavy black boots, his gun had been tossed towards the opposite side of the bank.ย
Deran and Baz were getting the bank tellers to fill up bags with cash. The Cody brothers had been robbing banks for years and they had mastered bank robberies down to a science. It was supposed to be a simple job, in and out within ninety seconds.ย
โIs that all the cash?โ Baz asked. His voice was muffled slightly by the ski mask covering his face.ย
โY-y-yes,โ the shaking bank teller nodded.ย
โWe got it. Letโs go!โ Deran called out to Pope.ย
The boys rushed past the counter, heading towards the back doors where Craig was waiting in the getaway car. They only had twenty seconds left before the police would get to the bank and surround the entire building. Deran was first to exit through the back door, followed closely behind by Baz and then Pope. As Baz ran past the teller counter, he tripped on the waste basket.ย
โShit,โ Baz groaned as he stumbled into the counter.ย
From there, everything happened in slow motion.ย
Out of the corner of his eyes, Pope saw the security guard reaching for his gun and pointing it at Baz.ย
โFuck,โ Pope cursed under his breath. He looked ahead at Baz who was trying to get to the exit. Pope was sixteen seconds behind Baz, there wouldnโt be enough time for him to get out of the bank without risking both of them getting shot.ย
โBaz and Pope, get the fuck out of there!โ Craigโs voice crackled in his earpiece.ย
It was against Popeโs nature to let someone he loved get hurt and in that moment, there was only one thing he could do. He pulled out his gun and pointed it at the security guard, shooting him in the leg. The guard went down with a thud, clutching his right leg as he cried out in pain. At that same moment, he could hear the thud of the backdoor closing and the roar of the getaway carโs engine as it sped away; Baz had made it out. Then the unmistakable sound of sirens surrounding the bank rang in Popeโs ears, the familiar blue and red lights reflecting onto his face as police charged into the bank with guns drawn.ย
โDrop your gun, put your hands on your head, and get on the fucking ground! Now!โ
Andrew replayed that day nearly every second of the past few weeks since he arrived at Folsom State Prison. Although he didnโt regret sacrificing himself for Baz, he couldnโt help but feel a little resentment towards his family. It had been just over three weeks and they had only visited him a few times. When they did visit him, conversations were limited, he could feel a distance between him and his family that only grew larger with each visit. They were moving on with their lives while he was suffering alone in prison.ย
โInmates line up against the wall!โ Hilty, one of the brutal corrections officers yelled out. โInside that library are volunteers from the California Prison Library Program. These are unpaid volunteers, so donโt give them any shit. You are expected to behave, shut your fucking mouths, and listen to them. If anyone falls out of line, that's an immediate loss of privileges. And if anyone really wants to fuck with me, youโll be thrown into solitary. Got it?โย
โYes, sir,โ some of the inmates grumbled.ย
โI know most of you canโt even fucking read, let alone care about books but youโll suffer through it. The volunteers will be coming every Wednesday for the next month before they move on to a different prison. Get in there and sit down at the tables,โ another corrections officer said as he handed out pamphlets about the library program.ย
Before Andrew could step inside the library, Hilty stopped him. Placing an imposing hand on his shoulder, grip so tight it was intended to leave marks. โIโm keeping my eye on you. If you act up, Iโm gonna throw you back into solitary. You remember what happens there, donโt you?โ he asked, a sinister smile forming on his scarred face. .ย
โYes, sir,โ Andrew nodded in a monotone voice. His eyes stared blankly into the library ahead, unable to meet Hiltyโs beady eyes. It was taking every ounce of self control he had not to punch Hilty square in the jaw but Andrew knew better. After beating up a prison guard in his first week at Folsom, the other guards retaliated by throwing Andrew into solitary, stripping him naked and blaring loud music for hours on end. The torture was relentless, seemingly endless attempts to break Andrewโs already broken spirit and Hilty was the ringleader behind the abuse.ย
After Hilty let go of him, Andrew stuffed the library pamphlet into his breast pocket- the only pocket his orange jumpsuit had before he walked into the library and stood beside his cellmate, Vin. While Andrew wasnโt particularly fond of Vin- he talked too much and was too intrusive, Vin had been his only cellmate that lasted longer than a week. All of his previous cellmates had wound up in the infirmary after starting fights with Andrew.ย
The prison warden was standing at the front of the library, calling up each volunteer before letting them introduce themselves. While Vin was whispering about how useless the library program was, Andrew found himself getting distracted by thoughts of his family. He wondered what jobs Smurf was planning, if Deran and Craig were out doing stupid shit, and whether Baz was taking care of Lena. The thought of Lena instantly sent a rush of melancholy through Andrewโs body, his perfect little niece who he was just starting to get to know before he was arrested. Lena was only three years old, just a baby in Andrewโs eyes and he hoped she wouldnโt forget him.ย
Just as Andrewโs thoughts started drifting off to a darker place, as they often did when his mind went off on tangents, he heard your voice. The second you spoke, everything went quiet, which was more than rare for him. It was a miracle, divine intervention and you were that divinity. Your voice, so soft and sweet, was like that of a siren, your call luring him in.ย
โHi, everyone. Itโs a pleasure to meet all of you,โ you took a step forward and introduced yourself to the inmates. You moved your hands around as you spoke about what you studied in university and how excited you were to be at Folsom.ย
For the first time since Andrew arrived at Folsom a few months ago, he was happy to be there, because in the depraved cruelty and coldness of the prison, there you were, standing with his fellow inmates, an angel amongst demons. You were far too beautiful to be in such an ugly place but he was eternally grateful that you were here. He was sure that you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.ย
โReading has always been an outlet I use to escape-โ you paused as you nervously glanced at the warden who met your gaze with a stern look and a subtle shake of his head at your word choice, โSorry, thatโs probably not the right wordโฆbut itโs just a great way to get away from your thoughts or whateverโs going on in your life. When I was younger, whenever things werenโt great at home, which to be honest was often, I would stay up all night with a blanket over my head and a flashlight in my mouth as I read books. For me, reading was an immersive experience that allowed me to take a break from all the thoughts in my mind and follow characters through their journeys of self discovery. I look forward to helping you guys do the same.โย
โLetโs give a round of applause to our volunteers,โ the warden ordered.ย
There was a scattered round of applause coming from the inmates but Andrewโs clapping, while fairly quiet so as not to draw attention to himself, was genuine. He admired the way you spoke about reading, you sounded so passionate and inspired. Your mention of reading at night to escape when things werenโt good at home resonated with him. He was all too familiar with trouble at home, Smurf was always pitting his siblings against each other, always vying to be in control of every situation. You didnโt have to share that part of your life, all the other volunteers had very surface level reasons for why they were volunteering- required community service hours, bullshit about helping the less fortunate, or a pretentious ramble on the pedagogical value of reading. But not you, you were real, honest, and vulnerable to people you didnโt even know, and not just people, convicts, men who had committed crimes the court deemed bad enough to be thrown into a six by eight feet cell.ย
โYouโll be split into reading groups and assigned a volunteer to help you find something to read. Fifty inmates per group, each group will have three volunteers and six corrections officers,โ the warden continued.ย
Andrew held his breath while the groups were called out, hoping that he would be assigned to you.ย
โCody, group six.โย
โGroup six over here by the window!โ you called out.ย
โIโm group eighteen. Tell me if someone gives you shit,โ Vin said, patting Andrew on the back before heading over to join his volunteer.ย
Before walking over to you, Andrew took a deep breath to compose himself. By the time he joined the group, you had already started speaking to some inmates, some of whom were shamelessly flirting with you. Although he had absolutely no reason to be, he felt a sudden pang of jealousy. He didnโt like the way the other guys were looking at you with hungry eyes like they wanted to eat you.ย
โSo, do you have a boyfriend?โย
โWhatโs a pretty thing like you doing here?โ
โEver been with a gangster?โย
You answered each flirtatious question with a pleasant smile, totally unfrazzled by the attention you were receiving. โNo. I already answered that. And no. Now, letโs get started. Iโm gonna get each of you to fill out a reading comprehension booklet. It has some standard reading comprehension questions- multiple choice along with some true and false that will help me gauge your literacy levels. Once youโve finished those questions, make sure to fill out the ones about the genres or topics youโre interested in so I can help you find the right books.โย
The inmates each took a booklet and began answering the questions. Andrewโs eyebrows furrowed with concentration as he gripped the dull pencil tightly in his hand, trying his absolute best to answer the questions correctly. For some unknown reason, he wanted to impress you. As he answered the questions, his eyes kept gravitating towards you, as if there was a magnetic pull, willing his body towards you.ย
With the other volunteers, it was clear that most of them were there for some ulterior motive. College students who were just there because it looked good on their resume and some older volunteers who probably just wanted to brag about volunteering; they didnโt really care about helping inmates read. But not you. You were there out of the kindness of your heart, although you seemed a little scared at first, you poured all your energy into helping people. You stood right beside each inmate, closer than anyone else wouldโve stood, and helped them pick out books according to their literacy levels. You didnโt flinch or subtly move away from inmates if they got closer to you, instead, you leaned in, treated them like real people.ย
Once he finished answering the questions, he stood up and walked towards the table you were sitting at with the other volunteers. He wanted to hand his booklet to one of the other volunteers. There was something about you, your overall presence that made him feel uneasy. It wasnโt because you were intimidating or seemed untrustworthy, it was the opposite. You had a warm, welcoming, and trustworthy presence. He wanted to be close to you, protect you, and let you disarm him.ย
But you were the first one that looked up as he approached the table.ย
His heart was pounding so hard that he thought it would explode. He wasnโt someone who was easily rattled, he could crush someoneโs carotid artery without breaking a sweat but with you, his hands were fidgeting by his sides and for someone whose stare was so intense that people were constantly avoiding his eyes, he struggled to meet your eyes. It felt sacrilegious for him to even look at you, someone as pure, sacred, and beautiful as you. Your eyes were full of love and kindness, he felt guilty whenever your perfect eyes met his dark, troubled eyes, the eyes that some people had looked into before dying.ย
A kind smile formed on your face that had Andrewโs heart pounding even harder and his pupils dilating. โThank you,โ you said, your voice soft and sweet like honey as you took the booklet from him.ย
You didnโt even know it but in that moment, Andrew pledged his devotion to you All it took was a smile and you become the centre of his universe. The light that radiated off of you reflected onto him, overpowering the darkness that had seemed to plague him his entire life before meeting you.ย
โInmates, take a seat at the desk and the volunteers will come by with books for each of you,โ a corrections guard ordered.ย
Andrew sat down at the desk and eagerly waited to see what books he would get. Unlike his sister Julia, he had never liked school. The teachers didnโt care, the subjects were useless, and the homework was too hard. Smurf never cared about his grades, she focused on the things she deemed more important like how to steal, lie, and cheat. But you made him excited about learning and reading because in his eyes, it was a way to get closer to you and understand you.ย
One of the other volunteers handed him a reading sheet and three books. His heart skipped a beat when he noticed your name beside his assigned list of books. These were the books you had chosen specifically for him and he would treasure the books.ย
As the first session of the library program was wrapping up, Andrew overheard two of the inmates talking. The second he heard your name in their conversation, he stood up straighter, his body rigid and alert.ย
โDid you see the way that pretty one kept looking at me? She wants me, I could see it in her smile.โ
โWasnโt she smiling at everyone?โ
โNah, she gave me a look. Fuck, itโs been so long since Iโve seen fine shit like that walk through here. I canโt let her go without giving her some special lovin.โ
Andrewโs jaw muscle twitched and his fists clenched at hearing those words. Solitary be damned, there was no way he would ever let anything happen to you. Within seconds, Andrewโs fist was pummeling into the inmate's face. The inmate was knocked to the ground, his head hitting the ground with a thud but Andrew didnโt stop. With his biceps flexing against the fabric of his orange jumpsuit, he grabbed the inmateโs hand, pressing it against the wooden leg of the table and kicked it as hard as he could. The sound of bone cracking echoed in his ears as the inmate cried out in pain, trying to clutch his limp wrist.ย
โCody, on the ground now!โ the warden yelled as three guards restrained him.ย
โIโm taking you straight to solitary,โ Hilty sneered as he cuffed Andrew and led him towards the dreaded room.ย
Even while Andrew sat in solitary, naked and strapped to a metal chair with heavy metal music blaring from the speakers, he was unbothered. As cold as the room was and as much as his body ached from the beating he had gotten from Hilty, he was at peace because now he had you. The thought of you pulled him out of the darkness, you had become his escape.ย
Later that night when Hilty finally let him out of solitary, Andrew lay on his cot and pulled out the pamphlet of the library program from earlier. He flipped through the pages until he found what he was looking for. It was a picture of you, judging from the slightly shorter length of your hair, it was taken a few months ago. You were sitting in the library beside an inmate at another prison pointing at a section of books. Andrew held the picture close to his face and stared at the picture of you until the same came up.
For the next month, Andrew watched you from afar, diligently taking note of all the books you talked about and mentally cataloguing every detail of you. He wanted to remember it all so that when the time came for his release, he would find you. Each night, he went to sleep with the photo of you from the pamphlet. He had torn out your picture as neatly as he could and stared at it all night. Sometimes he would play out conversations with you in his head, pretending that you were really there with him. He held the photo to his chest, wanting you to be as close as possible with the distant yet sure hope that someday, he would get to actually hold you in his arms.ย
As the library program at Folsom was coming to a close, Andrew felt a sense of impending doom. You had been such a light in the darkness that consumed him, temporarily soothing his chaotic mind. He had grown attached to you and Wednesdays had become his favourite day of the week, solely because those were the days he got to see you. Each library session, he silently watched your every move and memorized every observable trait. He knew that the remaining five years and 10 months of his prison sentence would pass agonizingly slow so he wanted his memory of you to stay sharp. The thought of you would carry him through the rest of his sentence.ย
On the final day of the prison library program, the urge he had to approach you and be close to you was stronger than ever but he held himself back. He didnโt want your first time meeting him to be in prison, that just wouldnโt be right. You deserved a real love story and that was exactly what Andrew would give you.ย
first titus post !! (i still need to watch RON2 so sorry if this is wrong but itโs just a random thought that popped into my head) but anywaysโฆ
i feel like titus & reader would be SO feral for each other. almost like a morticia & gomez type relationship. titus absolutely worships the ground reader walks on.
he probably meets them during a hunt, one of the last people standing. but when he finally gets to them they arenโt scared, but thereโs rather desire in their eyesโintention. strong & almost feral as they stare titus down. so he doesnโt kill them, instead he proposes.
from then on theyโre practically inseparable; connected at the hip and absolutely distraught when they arenโt together. reader hanging off of titusโ arm during meetings, dinners, parties, whatever it is. he adores it.
much to everyoneโs dismay; they arenโt shy about affection either. titus would have reader up against the wall or in his lap, mid make-out session; titus teasing readerโmaking them almost beg to be kissed.
titus would be open mouthed, hovering over readerโs neck; breath fanning over their skin as he dips his head down before trailing back up towards their faceโeyes guiding him before he really knows where heโs going.
reader would pull him closer, till heโs almost touching their forehead with his. eyes full of lust as they speak; โkiss me. itโs torture titus.โ
titus would smirk softly, still hovering; โthe only real torture would be living without you, my love.โ
then he finally gives in, reconnecting his lips with theirs; hands in his hair as they bite at each otherโs lips. not even caring if theyโre drawing blood, if anything it just adds to their eternal desire for each other.
anyways, this got a lil longer than i meant toโฆ๐๐
Iโm obsessed with this concept and need it like I need oxygen! Plus I would just love to see how this reader would handle the alien events of the movie! Somebody PLEASE write this!!! ๐
How would the AKOTSK men react to reader who has a special interest in the macabre. They find death something to embrace and not be scared about, and they find a way to include the topic in any conversation.
oooh so basically their own Morticia Addams? ๐ I love the idea! ๐ป
AERION would find you... insufferable and theatratical. Which is funny because he is the same way. But you see, he would feel threatened. Eventually of course you two would grow closer because you both are weird in the same way, only about different things. He is a nerd about dragons and Old Valyria, meanwhile you love to talk about Asshai and death. Once Aerion realises you don't compete with him for attention but you're... just like that, he is going to admit to himself that he has a crush on you. Because he hates everything dull and boring. And you are a complete opposite.
BAELOR would be surprised at first and find it a little alarming but also kind of amusing. He doesn't look down on you, though. He is intrigued and he wishes to know more about you. Baelor asks you real questions to find out more of your interests and your nature. And the more he learns about you... the more he has to fight that odd feeling creeping up on him that he's indeed in love with you. Because you might be odd but you stand out in a way he finds absolutely fascinating.
DAERON would dream of you before he met you. You were so scary in his dream that he thought you were there as death itself; a symbol. So when he meets you in real life, he runs away from you terrified and you are confused. You take him for a coward at first because what kind of a man he is that he is scared of a woman just because she is a bit morbid? However, as time passes, Daeron accepts the fact you are a regular Lady and not a death herself. He apologises and explains his dreams to you, which you find extremely interesting. You two bond over them, actually, because you love to interpret them for the Prince.
DUNK is intimidated and uneasy around you. Sometimes he laughs nervously at your words but often he scratches the back of his head and wonders what in the seven hells do you even mean. However, because he finds you pretty and interesting, he asks you a lot of questions because he wants to understand every riddle you speak with. Some of his inquires are stupid and you can see that you two are total opposites but you can't help but find him adorable. Perhaps a black cat like you needs a happy puppy of a man like him.
LYONEL laughs a lot at you. He rarely takes you seriously so whenever you speak of doom, death and ghosts, he teases you playfully and makes fun of you. He is not cruel about you but he simply dismisses such negativity with laughter. You always act offended but some times he is so funny that you can't help but laugh yourself. Then he teases you again that you are, after all, capable of laughing. Basically you two are opposites but you complete each other perfectly and that is a healthy balance between a carefree man and a morbid woman.
MAEKAR adores you. He is literally obsessed with you from the moment he meets you. The way you stand, stare, observe and then say something that makes everyone uneasy as he laughs proudly... He is so in love with you that you sometimes wonder if he is sane because you are aware that you are rather unusual. You are Maekar's secret weapon when he wants to get out of some social event faster. He just asks you to frighten the guests or something. He finds it amusing how awkward everyone get whenever you speak of things that are completely normal, after all.
VALARR is scared of you, what can I say... He avoids you because he finds you terrifying but at the same time he feels drawn to you, which conflicts him internally. And it goes on until his father confronts him that he's acting rude towards you by avoiding you and he shouldn't do that. Valarr tells Baelor he is scared of you and his father laughs. Valarr feels obligated to spend more time with you because he was scolded for his past behaviour. And as he takes a silent walk by your side and he watches you, then listens to your odd words filled with melancholy, he realises that he would love to get to know you more. You are a challenge for him and he is sick of life trying to be easy for him just because he's the heir.
I am obsessed with this!!! A Morticia Addams baddie existing in this world would make my goth heart happy ๐ฅฐ๐ค I need full fics of these STAT ๐๐๐ค๐ค๐ค๐ค @curbitkirby
Not all fics have adult content, but this blog is 18+.
Lyonel Baratheon x Wife!Reader
Masterlist
A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms Masterlist
General Synopsis: Lyonel is horrified to discover what conditions his new wife comes from, and you are just as horrified to learn that things are not practiced in the world as they are within your father's House. A good wife is obedient, by correcting hands if need be. That is the philosophy you have been raised on since birth. A lady obeys. A lady agrees. A lady endures. Lyonel does not want you to endure, but some habits are so much harder break. (slow burn)
Content Warnings: emotional abuse (parental), child abuse (punishment), psychological conditioning, trauma responses, arranged marriage, anxiety, mention of first time intercourse, slow burn, angst.
AN: This fic won the vote! I promise that this is not all doom and gloom, but the reader has a rough go of it at the beginning. Lyonel has my entire heart in this.
** = smut
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight**
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten**
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve**
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen**
Chapter Sixteen**
Chapter Seventeen**
This was an amazing night and an awesome show! I wish they had a longer set, but they were the opener for two more bands, so their set was only 30 minutes ๐ But Iโm so happy I got to see them live for the first time and I even got to meet the lead singer Lear Mason. Heโs so cool, so sweet and so beautiful in person ๐ฅฐ If these videos donโt convince you to check out Some Days Are Darker, I donโt know what will. Check them out!!!
About Series: Heโll fall for you the way a child learns warmth. Youโll fall for him the way an artist falls for a muse. It starts as admiration. Then fascination. Then something that terrifies you both when you finally recognize it.
Pairing(s): The Creature/Adam Frankenstein x Fem!Frankenstein twin sister! painter reader.
Lyonel Baratheon watching you, a woman he never met, dancing at the party he threw during the turnament as if you owned the dance floor. He's so mesmerized that he might ask for your hand right now, right here.
I ADORE THIS IDEA!!!! It made me think of this scene from Reign, but it would be way better because of Lyonel ๐ This is a fic that NEEDS to be written, pretty please???๐ฅบ ๐
