omg I just saw your Tamil reader and pope mood board and hello fellow brown girl here I'm OBSESSED. the jhumka on his keys,,,, delectable stuff. and the thing is pope would be so good for us bc he'd go out on a job and bring you back the prettiest 24k gold necklaces and rings
omg hello fellow brown girl!! and YES i was thinking about the gold thing too 🧠!!!! (no smut here lolz)
pope cody whose brothers notice you wearing a solid gold bracelet and ask you where you got it from. you're hesitant to give up your spot because you know they're criminals and you don't want your fav Jewellery Uncle's gold shop to get robbed 😭
luckily pope swoops in and gets them to back off with that signature menacing stare, but the idea sticks in his head. every time he sees your bracelet glint in the sun, paired beautifully with your cinnamon skin, he can't help but ache to cover you in more of the precious metal.
it's not long after that when the cody brothers are raiding a fence who'd ripped them off. while craig and deran are tearing the place apart, pope spots a workbench in the back of the warehouse, a velvet-lined tray of gold bangles, rings, and necklaces reflecting back the beam of his torch.
pope's chest starts to ache with possessiveness. he wants you dripping in gold that he provided. he acts on pure impulse, sweeping the jewellery into his jacket pocket wholesale. he's grabbing the entire tangled mass in one frantic fistful, he doesn't have time to be picky. he'd sort through it later, long after his brothers stopped watching.
he zips the pocket shut just as craig rounds the corner, completely unaware that their total payout had just been shorted all because pope wants to see his pretty brown girlfriend dripped out in gold.
back at the house, j's counting the fence's inventory against what they brought back from the raid. “we’re short,” he says, eyes narrowing. “where's the gold jewellery?”
pope hesitates, but he can sense the air in the room change, so he speaks up. “i kept 'em," he mutters.
deran catches on immediately with a raise of his eyebrows. "... for your girl?"
“—your girl?” craig echoes, voice brash as he cuts in. “what the hell? she can't pay our bills. we agreed on cash, man, you don't just skim the top.”
so pope gives up most of the jewellery, but later that week you two are on a date at some restaurant that he chose— not too loud, dim lighting, secluded table, just how he likes it— and he's pulling out a stunning solid gold necklace that perfectly matches your bracelet.
as he clasps it onto you, his thick thumbs brush your tanned skin, his eyes intensely focused. his hot breath hits the nape of your neck as he murmurs, "you don't need to spend your own money on this anymore. wear mine. only mine."
(he also kept a stunning vintage gold ring set with a deep blue sapphire, but he won't show it to you yet, maybe he won't show it to you ever. it's hidden in a velvet pouch under his floorboards. he takes it out when he lets himself dream about another life he could have lived. a normal life where he could get down on one knee, and leave oceanside and blood and crime behind, and run away with you.)
omg I just saw your Tamil reader and pope mood board and hello fellow brown girl here I'm OBSESSED. the jhumka on his keys,,,, delectable stuff. and the thing is pope would be so good for us bc he'd go out on a job and bring you back the prettiest 24k gold necklaces and rings
omg hello fellow brown girl!! and YES i was thinking about the gold thing too 🧠!!!! (no smut here lolz)
pope cody whose brothers notice you wearing a solid gold bracelet and ask you where you got it from. you're hesitant to give up your spot because you know they're criminals and you don't want your fav Jewellery Uncle's gold shop to get robbed 😭
luckily pope swoops in and gets them to back off with that signature menacing stare, but the idea sticks in his head. every time he sees your bracelet glint in the sun, paired beautifully with your cinnamon skin, he can't help but ache to cover you in more of the precious metal.
it's not long after that when the cody brothers are raiding a fence who'd ripped them off. while craig and deran are tearing the place apart, pope spots a workbench in the back of the warehouse, a velvet-lined tray of gold bangles, rings, and necklaces reflecting back the beam of his torch.
pope's chest starts to ache with possessiveness. he wants you dripping in gold that he provided. he acts on pure impulse, sweeping the jewellery into his jacket pocket wholesale. he's grabbing the entire tangled mass in one frantic fistful, he doesn't have time to be picky. he'd sort through it later, long after his brothers stopped watching.
he zips the pocket shut just as craig rounds the corner, completely unaware that their total payout had just been shorted all because pope wants to see his pretty brown girlfriend dripped out in gold.
back at the house, j's counting the fence's inventory against what they brought back from the raid. “we’re short,” he says, eyes narrowing. “where's the gold jewellery?”
pope hesitates, but he can sense the air in the room change, so he speaks up. “i kept 'em," he mutters.
deran catches on immediately with a raise of his eyebrows. "... for your girl?"
“—your girl?” craig echoes, voice brash as he cuts in. “what the hell? she can't pay our bills. we agreed on cash, man, you don't just skim the top.”
so pope gives up most of the jewellery, but later that week you two are on a date at some restaurant that he chose— not too loud, dim lighting, secluded table, just how he likes it— and he's pulling out a stunning solid gold necklace that perfectly matches your bracelet.
as he clasps it onto you, his thick thumbs brush your tanned skin, his eyes intensely focused. his hot breath hits the nape of your neck as he murmurs, "you don't need to spend your own money on this anymore. wear mine. only mine."
(he also kept a stunning vintage gold ring set with a deep blue sapphire, but he won't show it to you yet, maybe he won't show it to you ever. it's hidden in a velvet pouch under his floorboards. he takes it out when he lets himself dream about another life he could have lived. a normal life where he could get down on one knee, and leave oceanside and blood and crime behind, and run away with you.)
I'm at my brother's college orientation and like my god these parents are fucking stupid. like... yes HIPPA applies to your 18/19 year old you dumb fucks
thinking about how my ex thought it was CRAZY that I would want to get slapped around a little bit. Nathan if you see this you missed out bc I'm a FREAK /pos