Summary: Three years ago, Andrew Cody saw you while he was serving his sentence at Folsom State Prison. Although his interaction with you was brief, you stayed in his mind the entire time and unbeknownst to you, he pledged his devotion to you. Now that he’s out of prison, he’s going to show you just how far his devotion goes for you.
Warnings/tags: 18+, smut, minors do not interact, smut, age gap (reader is in 20s and Andrew is late 30s), freak 4 freak, season 1!Pope, perv!Pope, toxic!Pope, limerence, yearning, parasocial behaviour, stalking, voyeurism, unprotected piv, oral (f receiving), masturbation (m and f), breeding kink, praise kink, degradation kink, erectile dysfunction, controlling behaviour, angst, mental health issues, toxic behaviour, obsessive behaviour, obsessive compulsive behaviour, unhealthy attachment, jealousy, prison, violence (related to Cody family business), toxic families, Smurf, mention of death, unhealthy coping, swearing, drinking, smoking, strip club, stripper, mental anguish, childhood trauma, family trauma, fluff, comfort, no use of y/n
Author’s note: Going back to my roots and writing for Pope Cody again! If you’ve read my other Pope Cody series, Cody’s Girl, and notice that I’m kind of reheating my nachos (just for some parts), it’s okay because I made the nachos. I also took some scenes I had written for Cody’s Girl and added it to this series instead. Also, thank you guys so much for 800 followers! I love you all so much! This community means so much to me and you truly make every day so much better for me! I hope you guys enjoy it and thanks for reading!
Chapter 1: Instant Attachment
Summary: The first time Andrew Cody sees you is within the confined walls of Folsom State Prison. You’re 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 he’ll do whatever it takes to protect you.
Chapter 2: Obsession
Summary: The first thing Andrew does when he’s out of prison is track you down, the object of his obsession. At first he tries to stay away from you, observing from a careful distance, but when his desire to be close to you gets too strong, he gives in and makes contact with you.
Chapter 3: Party 4 U (coming soon)
Summary: It’s the day of Andrew’s birthday. His brothers take him out to a strip club where he overcomes a personal issue he’s been dealing with since he got out of prison. That evening, you go to the Cody house for the first time for Andrew’s birthday party.
Chapter 4: Tempest
Summary: After a tumultuous birthday, all the emotions Andrew has been harbouring finally comes to a head and he learns how well you understand him.
Chapter 5: Reciprocation
Summary: Andrew finds out how you feel about him when the truth comes out.
Last updated: July 26, 2026
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It was strange. He never texted you. In fact, the last message you'd gotten from him was over a year ago, asking if you needed a ride home.
Curious, you opened the message.
Jack: Hey, I'm having a cookout this weekend. Make sure you come over, and bring your friend.
That was weird.
Why didn't he just text Robby? And why did he specifically want you to bring Zeke? Still, it was nice that he'd taken a liking to him.
You shook off your confusion and replied.
You: Yeah, of course. How come you didn't just tell my dad?
Jack: Getting sick of constantly talking to that old man.
A second later, another message appeared.
Jack: I already let him know. Just thought I should tell you separately too.
You: Oh, alright. Is it just going to be family?
Jack: No. There'll be people from work there too, so nobody you don't know, kid.
You'd met your dad's coworkers plenty of times before. They were practically family. Even though Robby could be a complete jackass toward them sometimes, you knew he genuinely cared about every single one of them. That was just who he was.
Jack cared about them just as much, but unlike Robby, he wasn't a jackass. He was more like an annoyingly funny pain in the ass.
Yeah. That was the perfect way to describe him.
A few moments later, Jack sent another text.
Jack: Come on, it'll be fun. The team's been asking about you. It'll be good to have you there.
You: Yeah, I'll be there. I'll let Zeke know and see if he can make it!
Jack: Perfect.
Now you had to text Zeke and tell him about the cookout Jack had apparently decided he needed to attend.
You opened your chat with him.
You: Hey, Jack's having a cookout this weekend— probably Sunday. He wants me to bring you.
You weren't surprised by how quickly he replied. He'd probably pulled out his phone the second he'd walked away from you.
Zeke: Dr. Abbot? Why does he want me there? Not that I'm complaining. He's a cool guy.
You: Honestly, I have no idea. Your guess is as good as mine.
Zeke: Well, my guess is that he realized I'm extremely funny and incredibly sexy.
You rolled your eyes.
You: Yeah... never mind. Also, can you take me home? Dad won't be able to, and I really don't want to take the Big Cheese.
Zeke: Nope. You just said I wasn't funny and sexy. You can take that big chunk of cheese home.
Great. Now you had to beg.
You already knew he was grinning at his phone because he knew you’d do exactly that. He knew how much you hated taking the bus and how hard you tried to avoid it.
With an exaggerated sigh, you typed back.
You: No, I'm sorry, Zeke. You're literally the funniest and sexiest person alive. I was too blind to see it before, but you've cured me. Pleeeeeeeeease can you take me home?
The sarcasm coming off every word.
Zeke: Now that's what I like to see. You know the drill if I make it to the car before you, I'm leaving you behind.
You: Yes, I know. Thank you. I love you so much!
You shoved your phone back into your pocket before Coach could yell at you again. Honestly, you were surprised he hadn't already.
With a sigh, you headed back to the track, ready to make what had to be the saddest attempt at running anyone had ever seen.
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You'd been waiting by Zeke's car for what felt like forever.
Realistically, it had probably only been about ten minutes, but what could you say? You were an incredibly impatient person.
You had no idea what was taking him so long. All you knew was that you were going to strangle him the second he got there.
Voices came from the distance, and for a brief moment you hoped it was Zeke. But as they got closer, you realized it definitely wasn't him. The louder they became, the more obnoxious they sounded.
Sure, Zeke was obnoxious too, but he was your obnoxious.
This?
This was not the kind of obnoxious you'd grown to love. And then it hit you.
Fuck.
The football team. They were coming to grab their gear before practice. Which meant Stan was with them.
You'd completely forgotten they came out here around this time. Normally, you and Zeke were already gone before they reached the parking lot. You'd even forgotten Stan had his own car. He almost never drove it because Jack always made them ride together. Jack didn't see the point in wasting gas when they were headed to the same place anyway.
Oh, you were really going to strangle Zeke. The second he got here, he was a dead man.
As the group got closer, you could make out each of them. Sure enough, there was Stan, right in the middle of them.
Every time you saw him with that group, the same thought crossed your mind.
If everything hadn't fallen apart... would that have been you guys? Would the two of you have been walking together like that?
You always wondered.
What made him forget you completely? Did he ever actually care about you? Or had he just gotten tired of pretending? What could you have done differently? Could anything have changed the outcome?
Their loud conversations pulled you out of your thoughts.
The group was getting far too close for comfort, but there wasn't much you could do. Stan hadn't noticed you yet. None of them had. They were too busy talking and laughing to pay attention to their surroundings.
Then you heard what they were talking about.
More specifically, Gabe Santora was talking while everyone else laughed.
A girl had apparently messaged him, asking if he'd be interested in getting to know each other. That alone was enough for him to tear her apart. He laughed about how she could never be on his level. How her body was "shaped weird." How she wasn't pretty enough to make up for it. How she "basically looked like a man."
Every cruel word made your stomach twist. You wanted to cry just imagining how devastated that girl would be if she ever heard any of this.
Because you knew exactly what it felt like. You'd been bullied throughout elementary and middle school.
You were never what people considered the blueprint for beauty. You'd always been a little wider than the other girls, and people constantly called you a boy because they thought you looked too masculine.
In eighth grade, you even tried dressing more femininely, hoping maybe things would change. Instead, every time you looked in the mirror, all you could think was, It's like putting lipstick on a pig. It had taken years before you started feeling comfortable in your own skin.
And honestly...
That was because of Zeke. Once you'd gotten close enough to open up about your insecurities, he'd never once made you feel like you were ugly or less than anyone else.
He always reminded you that you weren't any of the horrible things people had called you. To him, you were perfect.
He insisted you were everything someone could ever want, and if people couldn't see that, then they could go fuck themselves because their opinions didn't matter.
Part of you thought that's why he jokingly flirted with you so much. To help rebuild your confidence. The other part figured he was just naturally like that. Either way, it had helped more than he probably realized.
For the first time in a long time. You actually felt good about yourself. And that was all you'd ever wanted.
You must've been staring at the group for too long because eventually Stan looked up.
His eyes met yours.
Your heart stopped. Not because you were nervous. Not because you still loved him. But because of how disgusted you felt watching him laugh along with everyone else. He knew what people had said to you when you were younger. He knew how badly being called "a boy" had hurt you. He didn't even know how much worse middle school had been.
How could he? He wasn't there to see it happen.
God...
What happened to him?
He used to be the sweetest person you knew.
Now all you could see was another pig standing beside the rest of them, perfectly content to laugh while someone else got humiliated.
The two of you stared at each other across the parking lot for what felt like an eternity. Then a low whistle pulled your attention away.
"Well, what is a sexy lady doing waiting by my car?" Zeke teased.
This.
These ridiculous flirtatious jokes were exactly why you appreciated him so much. You rolled your eyes, unable to stop the tiny smile pulling at your lips.
"Don't you know it's incredibly rude to keep a lady waiting? Now let's get the fuck out of here."
You subtly tilted your head toward the football team.
Thankfully, Zeke understood immediately. His eyes followed your movement, and the second he spotted who you meant, his expression shifted ever so slightly.
"Yeah," he said, pulling his keys out. "Let's go. I wouldn't want to keep a pretty lady waiting any longer."
He unlocked the car. The two of you climbed in as quickly as possible, and within seconds, the parking lot and the football team were disappearing behind you.
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Stan hadn't meant for you to hear any of it. He hadn't even known you were out in the parking lot. If he had, he never would have let those words leave his friends' mouths without saying something.
He watched the look of disgust spread across your face. He saw the way you fought to keep your composure, barely holding yourself together by a thread.
He knew he'd been wrong not to correct his friends, especially as team captain. And he remembered everything you'd gone through back in elementary school. He'd seen firsthand what it had done to your confidence.
From the moment they stepped farther into the parking lot, he'd had the unsettling feeling that someone was watching them. The sensation only grew stronger until he finally looked up and spotted you.
His stomach dropped. He knew you had heard everything.
The world seemed to stop the moment your eyes met his. Shame and embarrassment settled in his chest. For what felt like an eternity, neither of you looked away.
Then your attention shifted to something else, and Stan instinctively followed your gaze.
Zeke.
Of course it was Zeke. God, were you really around him that often? Had Stan somehow never noticed?
Truthfully, Stan didn't even know what his problem with Zeke was anymore. All he knew was that Zeke moved through life without a care in the world. Nothing seemed to bother him. He didn't give a damn what anyone thought of him, and for some reason, that royally pissed Stan off.
It wasn't just that.
Stan also thought Zeke was a terrible influence— someone who shouldn't be anywhere near you. Seriously, how had Robby been okay with letting you spend so much time around him?
The anger bubbling inside him only grew stronger when he watched the two of you climb into Zeke's car together.
Maybe you were just as stupid if you were that willing to be around someone like him.
Then again... what did he care? It wasn't his problem. If you wanted to ruin your own life, he wasn't going to stop you.
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The drive to your house was silent.
It wasn't an awkward silence, it was comfortable. You needed the quiet to decompress, to gather the pieces of yourself before you completely fell apart. Right now, you felt like smashing something. Or bursting into tears. Maybe both.
Thankfully, Zeke seemed to know exactly what you needed. He didn't try to fill the silence with meaningless conversation. He just drove.
The comments the football team had made about that girl wouldn't stop replaying in your head. You knew they hadn't been talking about you, but that didn't matter. Their words had dug up memories you'd spent years trying to bury. All that progress, all that healing, felt like it was unraveling because a group of teenage boys thought it was funny to tear apart someone's appearance.
The irony made you sick. They acted like they had any right to judge someone else's looks, they acted as if they would ever have a chance with someone like Megan Thee Stallion if the opportunity somehow landed in their hands.
If Jack knew how Stan acted at school, he'd be furious. You knew he had no idea. If he did, you doubted Stan would still have half the privileges he had now. Jack would probably ground him for the rest of high school.
Part of you wanted to tell him everything. But another part of you couldn't. Jack would blame himself. He'd think he'd failed as a father.
You knew he worried just as much as Robby did— he was simply better at hiding it. And after everything Jack had already been through, you couldn't bear the thought of adding more weight to his shoulders.
He'd lost his wife during childbirth and had raised Stan on his own ever since. You weren't supposed to know that.
Back in middle school, Jack and Stan had spent the night at your house. Late that evening, you'd gotten out of bed for a glass of water. On your way back upstairs, you'd heard quiet voices drifting in from the porch.
Curiosity had gotten the better of you.
You hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but once you realized what they were talking about, it was too late. You'd heard Jack tell Robby about losing his wife and how terrified he'd been of raising Stan alone.
It was a conversation you'd never meant to hear. And no matter how badly you wished you could forget it, you couldn't.
When Zeke pulled into your driveway and turned off the engine, neither of you moved. You didn't want him to leave. At the same time, you wanted to be alone. After another moment, you decided you couldn't keep him sitting there any longer.
"I'm going to head inside now," you said quietly. "Seriously... thank you for the ride, Zeke."
"Yeah. No problem."
Silence settled between you again. Then Zeke spoke.
"Hey... are you okay?"
You looked over at him, offering the saddest excuse for a smile.
"You know," he continued gently, "with everything that happened today. Class. Delilah. The parking lot."
Your smile faltered.
"Yeah..." you whispered. "Yeah, I'll be okay. Thank you."
He nodded.
"Of course. I'm always here if you need me."
His words made your chest ache.
"I'll see you Sunday, alright?"
You nodded.
"Alright. I'll see you then."
A small smile tugged at his lips.
"Bye, Zeke."
"See you Sunday."
It felt like a silent promise.
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The rest of the week passed by without anything significant happening, aside from a few glares here and there from Delilah. Other than that, everything went smoothly. Sunday arrived quicker than expected, and now you were getting ready for the cookout. Jack had confirmed the date the day after he sent you the message.
You stood in front of your mirror, looking at yourself in the blue sundress covered in daisy prints. You had expected to feel cute, and for a brief moment, you did.
Then you looked at your reflection for too long.
The words from the parking lot started creeping back into your mind. The way they talked about her when she wasn’t around. The way people used to do the exact same thing to you. What if they still did? How would you even know if they still did?
The thought alone made your head spin.
The longer you stared at yourself, the more distorted your reflection seemed. Suddenly, your shoulders looked too broad, your face was too chubby, and your stomach seemed like it was impossible to ignore. Then the memories came rushing back— the people in middle school who called you a “refrigerator. The words repeated over and over in your head until you felt yourself spiraling.
You needed to get the dress off.
Now.
Immediately.
You didn’t care how roughly you handled it as you desperately tried to pull the dress away from your body. Everything around you started becoming blurry. You were so focused on getting it off that you barely registered the sound of fabric tearing.
When the dress finally came off, it felt like you couldn’t breathe. Like you were drowning.
You felt dizzy. Your heart was pounding so fast it felt like it was racing a thousand miles an hour. You stared down at your hands, but they didn’t feel like they belonged to you. They didn’t feel like they were yours.
You knew what was happening. You were having a panic attack. You knew enough about them from having Robby and Jack around your entire life. They had spent years teaching you and Stan about the dangers of panic attacks, along with many other things.
You knew you had to regain control. You needed to compose yourself before you had to leave, and there wasn’t much time left. You dropped into the corner of your room and focused on your breathing. Slow, steady breaths. You talked yourself through it, reminding yourself that you were okay, that you weren’t dying, and that this would pass.
Eventually, after several minutes, you started to calm down. Your tears stopped, and your breathing became steady again.
But now you had another problem you needed a new outfit and had to redo your makeup.
As you stood up from the floor, your eyes landed on the dress lying nearby. You sighed and picked it up, seeing the large tear where you had ripped it off and the broken strap hanging from the left side.
You turned toward your vanity mirror and immediately regretted it. Your mascara was completely smeared across your face, and tear streaks ran down your cheeks.
Great.
You looked like a complete mess. You had already wasted so much time that your options were either going bare-faced or wearing something that looked like you hadn’t put any effort in at all. You decided to redo your makeup. You already felt insecure enough, and showing up without it would only make things worse.
After fixing your makeup as best as you could, trying to make it look like you hadn’t just fallen apart in the corner of your bedroom, you stood up from your vanity.
You searched through your closet and grabbed a pair of jeans and a simple plain T-shirt. You didn’t want to stand out. You didn’t want anyone paying attention to you.
As you slipped on your jeans, you heard Robby calling from downstairs.
“Come on! Hurry up! I don’t want to be late!”
You quickly pulled on your shirt and rushed downstairs. You only slowed down when you saw Robby standing at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for you.
He was dressed casually, like any other dad heading to a cookout. When he saw you, he smiled warmly. But within a second, that smile disappeared, replaced by a frown.
“What happened to that blue dress you said you wanted to wear?” he asked. “You seemed so excited to finally wear it.”
Oh. Of course he remembered…
“I was going to wear it, but while I was putting it on, one of the straps snapped, so I couldn’t wear it,” you lied.
You wondered if he knew you were lying. The look on his face made it seem like he did. He probably just didn’t want to push. Robby knew you well enough to know that you would tell him the truth when you were ready. You had never lied to him before.
“Well, we should start getting going. You ready?”
“Yeah, uh, yeah. Let’s go.”
You walked out to the car together. Once inside, you immediately got into the passenger seat and buckled up. You had a bad habit of forgetting sometimes, and Robby always made sure to remind you.
The drive to Jack’s was quiet. Apparently, this was becoming a new trend for you: silent car rides.
You figured Robby noticed you were slightly off and was giving you the space to clear your mind. Much like Zeke, he seemed to know exactly what you needed sometimes without you having to say anything. It was nice having people in your life who understood you like that. The thought made you smile softly.
As you got closer to Jack’s house, you noticed a few cars already parked in the driveway. None of them belonged to Zeke, though.
You had told him to arrive at 4:00 p.m., but Zeke was never exactly on schedule. He was always at least ten minutes late. Not that you could really complain. You had arrived at 4:03 p.m. But three minutes didn’t count.
The car you did recognize, however, belonged to Delilah.
Jesus.
With how often she had been brought up lately, you were starting to think you were obsessed with her.
Ew. No, definitely not. You didn’t even know why you let that thought cross your mind.
Of course she was here, though. She was Stan’s girlfriend, so it made sense that Jack would invite her. Still, you immediately regretted coming.
But it was too late.
You were already here.
Robby parked the car, and the two of you got out. He started walking toward the gate that led to the backyard, but you stopped on the porch.
When Robby realized you weren’t following, he turned around and raised an eyebrow.
“I’m going to wait for Zeke,” you said.
“Zeke?” he repeated. “Why is he coming?”
“Jack told me to invite him.”
“Of course he did.” Robby rolled his eyes at the thought of Jack. “Well, don’t forget to greet everyone once you go through the gate.”
“Yesss, Dad, I knowww.”
“Just making sure.”
He opened the gate and walked through, leaving you alone. You stood there for about five minutes before you finally saw Zeke’s car pull into the driveway.
Finally.
You were starting to get tired of waiting. Again, you were not a very patient person.
“I didn’t keep you waiting too long again, did I?” Zeke asked as he stepped out of his car.
“I’ve been waiting for a whole five minutes.”
“Wow. How rude of me.”
He walked toward the porch.
“Come on, let’s go.”
He held out his hand toward you, his entire arm stretched out dramatically. It was so ridiculous that you immediately started laughing.
“Yeah, whatever. Let’s go,” you said, taking his hand.
“Perfect, because I’m starving. I haven’t eaten all day for this.”
“Jesus, Zeke. Not even breakfast?”
You pulled him toward the backyard gate.
“Nope,” he replied, popping the word.
You didn’t respond because you had already opened the gate and continued dragging him along.
You looked around, trying to find the grill. Eventually, you spotted Jack on the other side of the yard, grilling different types of meat. You started making your way over so Zeke could finally get some food.
You only made it halfway before Dana stopped you.
“There you are!” she said loudly, causing a few people nearby to glance over.
“Oh my gosh, hi Dana! It’s been a while. How are you?”
You immediately let go of Zeke’s hand and pulled Dana into a hug. She returned it warmly.
“Oh, I’m good, honey. Thank you. How are you?”
“I’m good too. Thank you for asking!”
“Always. And who do you have there?” she asked, looking toward Zeke. “Robby told me you were waiting for a friend. I didn’t think it was a boy, though.”
She raised her eyebrows teasingly.
“Oh, God, no. Nothing like that,” you quickly replied. “This is Zeke, and he is just a friend.”
Zeke rolled his eyes before introducing himself.
“Hey, it’s nice to meet you,” he said, waving.
“It’s very nice to meet you too.”
Dana looked between the two of you.
“Aren’t you two just the cutest?”
She said it quickly enough that you didn’t even have time to argue.
“Well, let me get out of your way and let you mingle with people your age. Like Stan. I just saw him he should be around here somewhere.”
You decided to ignore the “cute” comment.
“Eh, I’m sure I’ll find him somewhere. Thank you for letting me know. It was good seeing you again, Dana. I missed you.”
“I missed you too. I hope I’ll see you around the ER more often. Not as a patient, though. I want to see you healthy and well.”
She smiled before walking away. You grabbed Zeke’s hand again and continued toward the grill.
“She wants to see you around the ER, but not as a patient. How does that work?” Zeke asked.
“I used to wait there for my dad while he finished his shifts.”
“Oh. That makes sense.”
You finally reached the grill, and that was when Jack noticed you. He didn’t fully turn toward you, only giving you a side glance.
“I see you survived Dana,” he said. “Good to see you could make it, Zeke.”
“Of course, Dr. Abbot.”
“Well, make yourself at home.”
Jack then looked at you.
“Not you, because this practically is your home too.”
You smiled warmly. Because, in a way, he was right. You and Robby were over so often that Jack’s house felt like a second home. You knew every little detail about it. You had grown up there almost as much as you had in your own house.
You hoped today would go well. Because so far, it hadn’t. But you hoped Jack was right. Maybe this would be good for you. Maybe this would be the thing you needed.
But how could it go well?
How could it possibly go well when Delilah was standing on the other side of the yard, already irritated that you were there?
Her angry whispers were enough to tell you one thing.
stan rosado x f!reader
summary: part two! now that he's got you back in his life, stan needs to make sure it stays that way.
content: college au, drinking, drugs, murder, mentions of violence, mentions of sex, kissing, cursing, partying. mdni!
wc: 4.2k
a/n: omg me when i finally write a second part (i swear part three wont take me a fucking month to write) also hey i have no idea about drug dosages and there's a very good chance i got it wrong so let's just go with it!
read part one here !
“That’s ridiculous, are you for real?” you giggled, putting your legs up on the table.
Stan was in the living room of your apartment, sitting on the recliner Alex had insisted you get. The two of you had been hanging out again since that night. It just felt right. You figured you hadn’t broken up because anything bad had happened, so there was no legitimate reason to not let him back into your life. Right? You could totally stay friends with Stan. Why wouldn’t you?
“I’m serious!” he laughed as he told the story of some crazy guy he’d encountered outside a local bar the night before. “It was crazy, he was walking around yelling at people coming out of the bar, calling himself the fucking mayor. He got in Drew’s face, that’s when we decided to call it a night.”
“Sounds like a good call,” you huffed. On the table, your phone buzzed a few times in a row.
Alex had been texting you updates, since the police had been doing some sort of press conference about the murder. You didn’t wanna put it on the TV and risk upsetting Stan. He’d been a bit touchy when it came to talking about what happened. But you were curious to know what the police had found, if anything.
alex: theyre saying it was random and not a fight
alex: no wounds besides the head being bashed in
alex: dude didn’t even put up a fight apparently
alex: crazy shit
“Who’s blowing up your phone?” Stan asked, looking down at his hands.
“Just Alex,” you said before putting your phone face down in your lap.
“How is she? Why isn’t she home?”
“Oh, she’s fine… the usual. She’s off at a guy’s house. Don’t know which one, but it’s one of the dudes on her roster. She’s just updating me about shit,” you shrugged it off.
“Updating you?” his brow furrowed in confusion. “About what?”
“Um… the murder,” you spoke quietly. “They’re doing a press conference on the news.” Stan’s expression immediately faltered.
“Oh… what, um… what are they saying?”
“You sure you wanna know?” you raised an eyebrow. When he nodded, you sighed. “Well… they think it was random. Apparently he had no wounds to indicate a fight? So… whoever did it just killed him for no reason.”
Stan’s expression molded into something you couldn’t read.
No reason? There was a very good reason! The guy had tried to stab him!
“That doesn’t make sense,” Stan huffed.
You frowned. “Why not?”
“Because… because, didn’t you tell me one time that dude was crazy? Like, he was abusive to his girl or something?”
“I mean, yeah, but-” you were cut off.
“Then he must’ve provoked someone! Simple!”
“Stan, they found nothing on his body, not even a bruise, he wasn’t fighting anybody.”
“Baby, trust me, there had to have been a reason,” he shook his head.
Your chest tightened a bit once you realized what he’d just called you. Taking in a deep breath, you looked down at your hands. He didn’t apologize or try to correct himself. He didn’t think he’d done anything wrong.
In Stan’s mind, it was always going to be you. There was no point in him trying to move on. You’d been it for him since he first laid eyes on you all those years ago. There was nobody else he would ever want to be with. It was always going to be you. And he knew that deep down, you knew it, too… you just needed a bit more of a push.
“Yeah, well… they’re saying it was random,” you said quietly. “And that’s scarier than if he’d been provoked. Whoever did this is a psychopath.”
It was Stan’s turn to look away. “I think whoever did it had a reason. Probably a good one.”
“Whoever did it is still out there. If it was an accident, or a fight, why hasn’t he come forward? Claimed self-defense?” you raised an eyebrow.
Stan frowned. Why hadn’t he come forward? You had a point, he could’ve claimed self-defense. Especially because it really was a complete accident. “I- I don’t know. Maybe he’s scared of a murder charge.”
“I guess,” you mumbled, shrugging. Your gaze drifted to the window.
It was quiet for a few moments as you stared off. Stan pushed himself off the chair he was in and made his way around the table, sitting next to you on the couch. He stretched his arm out across the back, looking down at you. You only looked away from the window when he cleared his throat.
“You okay? You got kinda spacey on me,” he said softly, ducking his head down to meet your eyes.
“Mhm,” you nodded. “Just thinking.”
“’Bout what?”
“You being there. If the cops are right, and this guy did it completely randomly… what if he’d decided to go after you?”
Stan let out a small sigh, pushing some hair off your forehead. “I’m okay. Nothing happened to me.”
“But it could’ve.”
“But it didn’t,” Stan scoffed. “Seriously, let it go.”
You frowned at his sudden anger, but it disappeared as quickly as it came on. He ran his hand over your hair again, letting it rest on the back of your head.
“I’m okay. Stop worrying about things in the past, ‘mkay?” he reassured you before pressing a kiss to your forehead.
You looked up at him through your lashes for a moment before nodding, settling back into the couch. His hand moved from your head to your shoulder, pulling you into his side.
“Now… on to more important things,” he started, lightly running his fingertips up and down your arm. “What do you want for dinner tonight? My treat.”
Stan was currently pacing in his room, only slightly panicking. He finally had you back, even if it was just under the guise of a friendship. He could not fuck this up.
The only reason you’d come back to him was because you were just so scared something could’ve happened to him. So… he had to keep you scared. At least for a little while. At least until he knew you wanted him back the same way he wanted you. Just until you were officially his again.
The only issue? The thought of having to kill someone else made his stomach turn. All the blood, the sound of that guy’s skull cracking against the pavement… he just couldn’t do it. But he could just… slip something in someone’s drink. That way, someone around him would still die, you’d still be scared, and he wouldn’t have to look at another dead body.
It was perfect.
He chewed on his thumb nail as he thought of what he should do. He couldn’t exactly start googling where to buy poisons, it’d lead right back to him. Where would he even get something like that? The only thing he could think of was a scene in some old movie you’d made him watch one time. The one where they kill a girl by tricking her into drinking drain cleaner by telling her it was a hangover remedy. He couldn’t exactly slip drain cleaner into someone’s drink. What could he easily get his hands on that would get the job done?
His roommate, Carter, called out to him from the living room. “Yo! Stan!”
Stan snapped out of his thoughts and shook his head. He made his way out to the living room, crossing his arms over his chest.
“What’s up?”
“I’m going to Steve’s, you want anything?”
Steve was the guy all of their friends always bought drugs from. Mostly weed, but sometimes Carter would cop something stronger.
Stan shrugged and was about to say no before it hit him. He could make someone overdose. Get some pills and slip it into some random person’s drink. Something he could easily get his hands on that would get the job done.
“Um… yeah, actually, you think he has pain meds? Like, oxy or something?”
Carter frowned. “Yeah… probably. You’ve never done that shit before, you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, just…” he tried to quickly come up with an excuse. “I fucked up my knee the other day playing basketball. Advil isn’t doing shit.”
And have some, he did. Carter came home an hour later with a plastic baggie containing a few pills. Stan laid on his bed as his door opened. He looked over just as Carter tossed the baggie at him.
“You owe me seventy-five bucks.”
Stan’s eyes widened as he looked down at the pills.
“That much? This is only, like, three pills!”
“Hey, are you in pain or not?” Carter scoffed before shutting the door.
“No, I’m not,” Stan muttered under his breath.
Walking around the party with two loose pills in his pocket, Stan was nervous. Was it even enough to kill someone? Would he just end up making someone super high? No… no, he did enough research. The pills already had a relatively high dose that could cause an OD with just one, so two would definitely be enough. He just had to pick out his very unlucky victim.
He realized very quickly how hard that was. So, instead of choosing a person, he just looked around for an unattended drink.
He found his target. An open beer that was mostly full, left on a kitchen counter. Nobody was really around it, and the entire house was so dark, nobody would ever see him.
His heart was pounding so hard he thought it was going to burst through his chest. He walked past the beer, dropping the two pills into the neck of the bottle. He glanced back for half of a second, watching the drink fizz up as the medication dissolved. Then, he turned back and kept moving.
He grabbed an unopened beer for himself before making his way back to Carter and the boys. They were in a corner, yelling over whatever music was blasting.
“There he is!” Carter shouted with a wide, drunken smile, wrapping his arm around Stan’s shoulder. “Hey, you see your girl’s here?”
Stan frowned. “What?”
“Yeah, I saw her in the backyard earlier! You two are talking again, right?” Carter shook him.
Laughing awkwardly, Stan shrugged. “Yeah, we are. But it’s not like that.”
“Then what’s it like?” Drew, another friend of theirs, chimed in.
Before Stan could answer, Carter shook him again, causing his beer to slosh around. “She’s over there, go get her! Bring her over here!”
“I’m not bringing her over here so you guys can fucking bombard her,” Stan scoffed, freeing himself of Carter’s hold. “But I will gladly go over there.”
You’d been nursing a lukewarm vodka cran all night. You were only here because one of Alex’s many play things was in the frat that was hosting, and she dragged you along with her. She’d made you the drink when you first arrived, and since then, the very few ice cubes she’d thrown in had melted.
You were leaning against a wall in the living room, just people watching as you waited for Alex to finish whatever the hell she was doing upstairs. You think she went off with the guy she already knew, but you can never be sure with her. Your gaze dropped to the inside of your cup as you mindlessly swirled your drink around.
You sensed someone approaching, and could see a figure above you. Taking in a deep breath, you prepared to have to tell some drunk frat boy to fuck off. But when you looked up, you were met with Stan’s soft smile, causing you to instantly lower your guard.
“Hey,” he let out a small, surprised laugh. “What are doing here?”
“I am being the world’s best roommate, that’s what I’m doing here,” you returned his smile.
“Lemme guess, Alex is upstairs with someone?”
“Bingo. And I’m once again left alone to people watch,” you sighed, sipping your drink.
“Well… mind if I keep you company while you wait?”
You thought for a moment, staring up at his big eyes before nodding. “Yeah, I’d really appreciate that, actually.”
He put his hand on your lower back as he led you over to a couch. The second you sat down, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. When you leaned into him, Stan smiled a bit wider, taking a swig of his beer.
“So, what’d you do today?” he asked.
“Not much, I had class this morning. Other than that, I just sat around the apartment,” you chuckled, swirling your drink around in your cup again.
“You don’t like your drink?” Stan assumed by the way you almost seemed to refuse to finish it.
Shrugging, you looked up at him. “It’s warm now. Watered down.”
“Alright, don’t move,” he said, grabbing your cup and getting off the couch. Your brow furrowed in confusion as he walked off, your eyes following him until he was completely out of sight.
When Stan returned, he handed you a fresh drink. You took the cup out of his hands and noticed just how cold it was. He’d gone off to make you a brand new drink.
“Let me know if it’s good, I can always fix it if you don’t like it,” he sat back down.
You so desperately wanted to ignore the way your stomach fluttered. He was being so sweet. You looked down in the cup to try and hide your smile as you took a sip. The drink was exactly the way you liked it. Full of ice with the perfect amount of vodka.
“It’s good, thank you,” you nodded.
“No problem, pretty girl,” he pressed a kiss to your temple.
That was it. You had to set some boundaries, at least for now while you were still warming back up to him. But when you looked up at him, and you saw the way he was looking down at you… any and all thoughts of telling him to stop flew out the window. You felt your heart pounding out of your chest. Instead, you gave him a small smile. God, you still loved him so much. He took the smile as a good sign, and he pulled your legs over his own.
“So,” he started, running his hand up and down your thigh in a soothing way. “I’m assuming when Alex is done, you guys are leaving?”
“I hope so,” you chuckled as you snaked your arm around his shoulders. “I didn’t wanna go out tonight, I only did it for her.”
“Well, if it’s any consolation, I’m very happy you’re here,” he said as he squeezed your leg. You smiled up at him, not caring if he could see how red your face was turning.
“Where are your friends? I know you’re not here alone,” you brought your hand up to rest in the curls at the back of his head.
Stan let out a small laugh before shrugging. “They’re somewhere. I don’t know, and I honestly don’t care. I’m good right here.” He leaned over and lightly kissed the top of your head.
You looked up at him and saw his gaze flicker down to your lips. You pulled your bottom lip in between your teeth, something you did when you were anxious.
“You know, I really missed you… and I’m really happy we’re doing this again,” he said quietly.
Just when you were about to say something, you felt a hand ruffle your hair. You ducked down and turned around, seeing Alex standing behind the couch.
“Hey, you two,” she grinned, widening her eyes at you, her gaze flickering down to Stan’s hand on your thigh, then to your hand in his hair, then back to your face. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing, just… talking,” you shrugged, moving your arm back into your lap. “Where’s, um… what’s his name again?”
“Ricky. He’s… somewhere, I dunno,” she shook her head. “But he wants to come home with me.”
You let out a groan. “Seriously? Are you gonna bring him home?”
“I mean, I was gonna ask you first!”
“Alex, I do not want to listen to you and Ricky go at it all night.”
“You can stay with me,” Stan offered.
Alex and you both whipped your heads to look at him. Before you could say no, Alex interjected.
“There you go! You go home with Stan, I’ll bring Ricky home, and I’ll let you know what time he leaves in the morning so you can avoid him completely,” Alex put her hands on her hips.
You nervously chewed on your bottom lip, glaring at Alex. Going home with Stan wouldn’t be the worst thing you’d ever done. Far from it, actually. In your conquests to get over him, you’d ended up with guys you didn’t even wanna think about. Plus, it was Stan… your Stan. He made you feel so safe and loved… and the way he’d been acting recently almost made you completely forget why you’d broken up with him in the first place.
“I really don’t wanna impose, I know you were here with your friends,” you started before he shook his head.
“Oh, come on, you know you’re not imposing,” he let out a chuckle, pushing a piece of hair behind your ear. “And I told you I don’t care about them right now. You wanna go?”
You craned your neck to look back at Alex, who was still standing there with a shit-eating grin.
“Okay… yeah, let’s head out,” you nodded. Stan carefully moved your legs off his lap before he stood up and offered his hand to help you up. Once you were walking out, he laced your fingers together and gave your hand a small squeeze.
Stan’s room hadn’t changed much. That wasn’t too much of a shock, it’d only been a few months since you’d ended things. You sat down on the edge of the bed, watching him move to the dresser.
“I’m gonna shower real quick… you remember where all your stuff is, right?” he asked as he grabbed a pair of boxers for himself.
Your eyes widened. Your stuff?
“You still have all that?”
“Well, yeah, what was I supposed to do? Toss it?” he scoffed as if that was an insane thing to do.
“That’s typically what happens after a break up, yeah,” you let out a huff, a small smile pulling at the corners of your lips.
“I mean, I guess… but I knew it wasn’t really over. Or at least, I’d hoped it wasn’t.”
That took you by surprise. Your eyebrows raised as you stared at him.
“You knew it wasn’t over, huh?” you teased.
“Come on,” he chuckled, like it was obvious. “You know you’re it for me.”
You felt your chest tighten again. It felt like all the air in your lungs had been sucked out. The way he’d said it so casually made your insides warm.
“Yeah… yeah, I know,” you said quietly with a small smile.
Stan made his way over to you, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. “I’ll be right back, baby.”
With that, he left for the bathroom and your smile lingered. You were so fucked. You flopped yourself back onto the bed, letting out a groan. You dug the heels of your hands into your eyes.
Stan was your ex! You shouldn’t be feeling like this. You ended things for a reason… right? Right! You’d drifted apart, it was a natural end… but not a bad one. But maybe this was what was supposed to happen all along. Maybe you two were supposed to find your way back to each other. Distance makes the heart grow fonder or whatever the fuck the saying is.
While you panicked over your resurfacing feelings, Stan was panicking in the shower for a completely different reason.
Assuming things had gone the way he wanted, whoever picked up that beer was going to die. Like, soon. By morning, it would be spreading around campus that another student had died. Would they blame it on an overdose? Would they say they’d been drugged and killed? What if someone had seen him?
He ran a hand over his face as he attempted to take deep breaths to calm his racing heart. It was fine. Everything was fine. He was going to be fine. Once you found out about the death of another student tomorrow morning, you’d come back to him for comfort. It was where you belonged. He just had to make sure you knew that. It seemed to be going well, but he couldn’t be sure yet.
Back in the bedroom, you finally got off the bed and made your way over to the dresser. The bottom left drawer was yours. Always had been. He’d taken this stupid dresser with him when he moved out from his parent’s place. The bottom left drawer was yours even back then.
You crouched down and opened it up. Everything was where you’d left it. A t-shirt to sleep in, some sweatpants, and a couple spare outfits. Plus, some socks and underwear. You grabbed the tee and sweats before standing back up, pushing the drawer closed with your foot. He’d kept your clothes in a drawer for months… all because he was hoping you’d come back to him.
It was sweet. He was sweet. He’d always been sweet. Why didn’t you see that before? Just because you went through a rough patch? That was stupid on your part, you thought. You got changed as you let your thoughts wander.
You were snapped out of your daydreams when Stan came back in from the bathroom. He was just in his boxers, drying his hair off with a towel. You’d seen him like this a million times, but this was different. He wasn’t your boyfriend anymore. Still, you couldn’t help yourself from staring at him.
“Hey, my eyes are up here,” he joked.
“Hm?” your eyes widened as you looked up to meet his gaze. “Oh, sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” he smiled, stepping towards you. “I see you found your things.”
“Mhm,” you hummed, still staring at him.
“Yeah?” he chuckled, finding your lack of words and lack of shame very amusing.
“Mhm,” you repeated. He was only a few inches from you now.
“You okay?” he spoke quietly, putting his hand on your cheek. The pad of his thumb slowly rubbed over your cheekbone. “And don’t hum again.”
“I’m okay… I’m good,” you nodded, putting a hand on his chest, letting it roam up to his shoulder.
Your stomach was doing fucking gymnastics at this point. You so badly wanted him to make a move, but you also knew he wouldn’t unless you gave him permission.
“Can I-” he started to speak, but you didn’t even let him finish.
“Yeah,” you breathed out, tilting your chin up in anticipation.
His lips met yours softly at first, like he was still hesitant. But the second you kissed him back, that all went out the window. His free hand grabbed at your side while the hand on your face moved back into your hair to keep you where you were. You were grabbing at his biceps, his shoulders, his back, anything you could claw at.
He pried your lips open with his, deepening the kiss. You let out a soft whine into his mouth. He pulled you closer so your bodies were fully pressed together, yet it still didn’t feel close enough.
He guided you backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed, making you stumble. He caught you and slowly lowered you down, climbing on top of you. He slotted himself in between your legs, lowering himself down until there was only a couple of inches between your bodies. The kisses got more and more heated, his head tilting as he licked into your mouth. His hands gripped your hips tightly.
He quickly flipped the both of you over so you were on top, causing you to let out a small squeal. He smiled widely as you put your hands on his chest to stabilize yourself.
“You really missed me, huh?” he teased, pushing the hair out of your face.
“Shut up, Stan,” you rolled your eyes before leaning down to kiss him again.
When Did You Get So Hot? - Animal Kingdom SMAU Masterlist
+18 MDNI
summary - you've been friends with deran and craig for forever. andrew "pope" cody has always intimated you, until one day you start to see him in a new light.
pairing - fem!reader x pope cody
content - (varies by chapter) reader is an awkward mess around pope, reader is both scared and horny, lewd conversations, age gape relationship (reader is around deran's age), characters are ooc, the plot is not going to follow the show (we're having fun here), my cringe sense of humor.
Maybe a chapter from Ben’s POV? Would love to see the situation from his perspective.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ & ᴛʜᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ-ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ˎˊ˗
ʚᯓ ᴀʙʙᴏᴛ'ꜱ ꜱᴏɴ x ʀᴏʙʙʏ'ꜱ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴇʀ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ who absolutely can't stand each other, but are forced into close proximity because their fathers are best friends. – WC; 1.7k
tw; confused himbo, the mom who stepped up (lol), abbot being a corny dad, pining idiot who doesn't know he's pining
cred; @cannedibal on tiktok (and here!!)
pt. iii
read previous part here
Ben had messed up. Not just messed up, but truly, royally fucked up. He was beating himself up over it. Why had he just assumed you liked him? The two of you hadn't even talked civilly in years. Obviously, you didn't like him.
After you had slammed the door in his face, he had gone straight to his room, too embarrassed to face you again. He sat down on the edge of his bed and looked out his window to see you leaving the party looking throughly pissed off.
Once you were gone, Ben walked back downstairs to see his stepmother, Ziyana, with a few other people. At the sound of his footsteps, she looked up with a hum. "Hey, you," she smiled. "You just missed–"
"–I know," Ben cut her off, his jaw clenched. Ziyana’s brows furrowed at his words and attitude, he had never been short or snappy with her.
"Come talk to me in private," Ziyana spoke, leaving her group of peers to take him by the arm and walk him into the living room instead, shutting the French doors behind them.
"You listen to me, and you listen to me well," she began, pressing a finger into his still bare chest. "If you did something to her again, I will tell your father and make sure you have no football, no homecoming, no prom, and no senior trip– and you'll be grounded until you leave for college," Ziyana warned, her tone strict and eyes serious.
"Mom–" Ben began with a scoff. "Chill– look, no, I didn't do anything to her," he assured, taking her hand and pulling it away from his chest. "I, just.." his jaw clenched. "I assumed something."
Ziyana sighed. "Dear God, Benji.." she breathed. "What did you assume?" She asked.
Ben's Adam's apple bobbed as he tried to focus on exactly how it got to this point. "I assumed she liked me," he replied slowly.
"You cannot–!" Ziyana scoffed. "Benjamin–!" She began before reeling herself in and forcing herself to calm down. "You need to have this conversation with your father," she continued as she began to leave the living room and find Jack.
"Mom–"
That evening, after everyone had left, Jack came upstairs to Ben's room where he was getting ready for bed.
Jack knocked on the open door before leaning against the frame. "Hey, kid," he greeted.
Ben sighed at the sight of him. "Mom said you were coming to lecture me," he mumbled as he pulled a clean shirt over his head, mousy curls still damp from his shower.
Jack's lips pursed before he came inside to sit on the bed. "I'm not here to lecture you," he replied, hands folding between his legs.
Ben raised a brow and looked over at his dad. "Then why are you here?" He asked.
Jack sighed, leaning back and pressing his hands against his muscular thighs. "I'm here to tell you a little something about women, kid," he replied.
"Oh, God," Ben groaned. "No– we're not doing this–"
Jack held up a hand. "Listen, I've had my fair share of women, alright?" He replied with a look. "I like to think I know how they work."
Ben groaned again. "Dad, c'mon. I do not want that mental image," he shot back.
"What? Ashamed your dad was a chick magnet back in his day?" Jack grinned, making Ben roll his eyes. "But, seriously, kid. One thing you need to know about all women is that you can't assume how they feel," Jack began in a more serious tone.
Ben hummed curiously and moved to sit beside his dad on the bed.
"Take your mom for example," Jack began again. "She asks me, 'Babe, does my butt look big in this dress?'– that's a trick question, her butt's always big," he continued, making Ben scoff.
"Dad, don't–"
"Listen! I have a point!" Jack shushed him. "The point is, I don't assume she wants a certain answer because assuming makes an ass out of you and me," his father continued, clapping a hand onto his shoulder.
Ben sighed, unhappy about his dad's vulgar example, but still understanding what he meant. "I think I should apologize," he mumbled, scrubbing a hand over his face.
Jack nodded. "I think you've got a lot of things to apologize to her for," he replied as he rubbed his son's shoulder.
"About what? She just stopped talking to me and started hating me randomly–" Ben argued, his brows pinched in confusion.
Jack groaned. "You can't tell me you seriously forgot why she doesn't like you anymore?" He replied, searching his son's gaze before realizing he was telling the truth. "Dammit, kid.."
"What?!" Ben replied, his tone almost desperate.
Jack sighed. "Your seventh birthday, kid. You and your little friends terrorized her over being adopted. She didn't come around for three months after that," he explained.
Ben paused, the memories flooding back– but even worse, your words from earlier.
"No, it is. I have no interest in you..." "Don't think I forgot."
Of course you hadn't forgotten that day. It was just childhood fun for him and his friends, but after Jack sat him down that night, he understood he had been extremely mean to you.
"Dude.." Ben spoke in shock, pressing his hands to his forehead. "I need to talk to her– what do I– Dad?"
Jack just patted his back supportively. "You know, when I wanted to start going out with your mom, I would mysteriously find my way to the Obstetrics department every day on my lunch break and pestered her until she gave me the time of day," he replied with a hum.
Ben looked back up at him and gave him a look. "Dad, no, that's weird," he shot back, making Jack laugh.
"Well, if that doesn't sound good enough, when I was a teenager, I would sneak out to my girlfriends' houses and toss pebbles at their windows–" Jack replied with a small grin.
Ben raised a brow then. "Like in the movies?"
Jack nodded then. "Apologize to her however you think is right, but do it soon before she's gone," he replied as he stood from the bed and brushed nonexistent dust from his pants before leaving Ben's room.
Ben sat there, lost in thought for a moment before getting up and grabbing socks and shoes to tug on quickly.
You didn't live too far and maybe, just maybe, you'd open your window for him.
Ben rushed down the stairs and took his house key out of the bowl before leaving and heading down the next block to your house.
When he made it, he let himself into the back gate before looking around in search of your window. It proved to be a harder task than he expected– no lights were on and all the blinds were drawn.
"Dammit," Ben muttered as he gathered some pebbles from the plant bed in front of him before noticing a bay window with the peek of a window cushion that was your favorite color. Ben grinned at that and began to toss the pebbles up at the window until the bedroom light flicked on.
"Yes, yes, open it," he pleaded quietly, halting his pelting for a moment as the blinds began to open and your sleep-tousled figure came into view.
Once he saw your face, he began to wave his arms like a madman to get your attention. Even from a whole story down, he could see the way your brows pinched and your lips curved downward, yet you cracked open the window anyway.
"Why are you throwing things at my window?" You asked as you stared down at him, causing him to beam.
"Let me in?" he simply replied hopefully.
The furrow in your brows deepened. "Let you in?" You parroted. "For what?"
He shrugged. "I wanna apologize. Properly," he replied hopefully, his heart hammering against his ribs as he took you in– your face puffy from sleep, that thin nightgown hanging off your shoulder, and the annoyed tone of your voice.
You contemplated for a moment before pushing your window open fully. "Fine. But only if you climb up here. I'm not opening the front door," you replied before turning to retreat into your room.
Ben paused, a little shocked at your words, but pleased you were letting him in nonetheless. Luckily for him, you had a little balcony outside of your window and a ladder made to climb up it. He had no clue why it was so convenient, but he mentally thanked Mr. Michael for it.
He climbed up the ladder and onto your balcony before coming into your room. It was cozy and smelled exactly like you in the best way. You were sitting on the edge of the bed, arms folded when his gaze landed on you.
"So. Where's my apology?" You asked bluntly to which he smiled nervously.
"Well.." he began slowly as he made his way over to sit beside you. "First, I'm sorry for assuming you liked me earlier. It wasn't fair. You can check out whatever guys you want," he spoke, his voice low and calm in a way he could only describe as entirely his mother.
You nodded slowly and gave him a look for him to continue, making him shudder. "I really wish you'd stop that freaky silent talk thing," he muttered, earning a small, barely-there smile from you.
"Hey, I made you smile–" he grinned, prompting you to frown again. "Okay, okay– uhm.." he quickly cleared his throat.
"I'm also really sorry about that party where we all made fun of you. We were stupid kids and I was a stupid boy who wanted my friends to like me," he continued, voice sounding a bit more ashamed at the admission.
You stared at him for a moment and he bit the inside of his cheek. "I'm really sorry I messed up our friendship," he finally got out. "I miss you a lot.. and I hope you can forgive me?" He concluded hopefully.
a/n: this suggestion actually cured my writer's block and ilysm for suggesting it, please keep the suggestions and hc's coming 🥹
Andrew "Pope" Cody x Foc (Lizzie)
Main Masterlist, [Ao3], Taglist
Sequel series to Here We Go Again
It's been four years since Andrew went to jail. Lizzie's had to navigate the world of being a single mother, waiting for him to get out. When she finds out that Julia has died, she returns to Oceanside to honour her friend's death. Taking place across the show timeline.
Warnings/Tags: Exes to lovers, Cody Family, Canon typical violence, Abuse, Past Child Abuse, Freudian issues, Codependency, Angst, past parental death, drugs, smoking, angst, fluff, kid fic, Fix it, HEA
Word Count: 5.4k+
Ongoing: 4/60
*= Mature/Explicit
summary: Pope wondered if she was an angel sent down to relieve him of his suffering, even if he didn't deserve it. It was the only explanation for the woman who appeared when he needed her most. Unknowingly, he dragged an angel into the dark with no plan on how to get her out on the other side. All Pope knew was, she had to survive. One way or another, she had to survive. Whatever the cost.
Amina was never supposed to fall head first into another life of chaos. She was never supposed to get involved. Never supposed to fall in love. Now, she'd do anything to make sure she wasn't alone when she came out the other side.
cw: MDNI 18+ (not super explicit, more waxing poetic, but I don't want minors interacting with my stories regardless), suicide ideation/thoughts, canon-typical violence & gore & manipulation (i mean, this is AK after all), canon-divergence, domestic violence, slow-ish burn, hurt & comfort, angst, trauma, ptsd, ocd, neurodivergent!pope (no one can convince me otherwise), protective!pope, obsessive!pope, season two!pope, sensitive!oc, bamf!oc, forger!oc, age difference (late twenties oc), original female character, entire cody clan, chosen family trope, third person POV, will add more tags as series progresses
a/n: This is my first time writing Andrew/Animal Kingdom, but also my first fic on tumblr. I've been over on archiveofourown, but I thought it would be fun to actually try posting on here. I've been unable to get this man out of my head and I'm incapable of writing a one shot, so here we are. This story starts during 2x12 and will diverge from there. If you want to be tagged when I upload the first chapter, please let me know!
♡ Any comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated. ♡
chapters
prologue - imitation, caricature, & good business (i)
Summary: Pope finds out you’re pregnant and Smurf gets out of jail.
Warnings: Warnings: *SPOILERS* 18+ MDNI. Explicit sexual content including vaginal fingering oral sex m receiving and f receiving, unprotected pinv, cream pie, semi public sex, drug use, alcohol consumption, soft dom pope if you squint, Sub Pope if you squint,brief religion mentions, feminine reader with blonde hair briefly mentioned, physical violence, physical and verbal abuse, canon Smurf behaviour, pregnancy and discussion of pregnancy (I will apologize in advance if I missed anything I am new to this)
Notes: Hey friends!!! So this part was a labour of love for me unfortunately we are now getting into the heavier parts of Animal Kingdom. I figure this series will probably be about 8 parts long so we are nearing the end. Anyways I hope you enjoy and as always leave me some love be kind!
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A little while later you and Pope are sitting in Derans office with the positive test between you. Neither of you have said a word but you can see a muscle in Popes jaw ticking.
“Please say something” you whisper desperately.
Pope looks up at you his gaze unreadable. “I don’t know what to say” he mumbles and shakes his head “We’re having a baby?” He whispers incredulously.
You feel the tears burning in your throat again as you nod. “Yeah we are”
His eyes begin to glisten with unshed tears “Are you sure about this?”
You furrow your brow confused “What do you mean?”
He swallows harshly “Having a kid with me” he says roughly. “Are you sure it’s a good idea?”
Your heartbreaks in that moment. That he thinks so little of himself that you wouldn’t want to have his child. “Andy I want this baby” you tell him softly.
He swallows again blinking back tears “Baz told me once” he starts before breaking off and taking a shaky breath “Baz told me once that no one would want to have kids with me. Ever.”
You get up crossing to sit in his lap wrapping your arms around his neck. “I do, Andy” you tell him softly “I want to have this baby because it’s me and you”
He looks up at you in awe the tears finally spilling over as he settles his hand over your stomach “You’re having my baby”
You put your hand over his on your stomach and nod your own tears spilling down your cheeks “Yah I am” you tell him a smile breaking out on your face.
He lets a watery smile come over his face as he pulls you in for a soft kiss. He pulls you into his chest and the two of you hold each other in a moment of pure bliss.
You feel Popes phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulls out his phone to check it and there is a message from J with two words that wipes the smiles from both of your faces. “Smurfs home”
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Craig and J are already sitting at the table watching Smurf with guarded expressions. The tension was thick and you could feel the nausea from earlier churning in your stomach. Pope was the first one to break the silence “How did you get out?” He asks in a gravelly voice.
She gives him a sharp smile “They dropped the charges baby, aren’t you happy I’m home?”
Pope glares at her not saying a word just taking your hand and dragging you to the backyard. As soon as you were alone he turns to you speaking lowly “She can’t know about the baby”
You swallow a lump in your throat nodding “I know”
He cups your face in his hands “I’ll take care of both of you” he promises “even if that means leaving”
Your eyes widen “Pope we can’t leave them they’re our family” you whisper.
Pope clenches his jaw “I know, I don’t want to leave my brothers but I will not let Smurf poison our child”
You look into his intense eyes knowing he’s right. If you stay, you’ll have no choice but to continue this life dragging your child into this life with you. Whoever this child was going to be, they deserved better than that. You take a shaky breath “You’re right”.
Pope pulls you into his arms holding you tight. He looks over your head back into the kitchen and he can see Smurf watching the two of you. He knew he needed to start making an escape plan for the two of you and Lena and he had to do it soon.
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The next day you were sitting on the porch reading a book while Lena played out front. Pope was inside doing his usual cleaning routine to calm his mind. For once to any on lookers you might look like a normal family.
Until the black suv and police car showed up.
A woman with her hair pulled back in a severe bun gets out of the suv and you get up to meet her at the steps. “Can I help you?” You ask crossing your arms across your chest.
The woman barely spares you a glance looking behind you as Pope steps out the front door. “We are here to collect Lena Blackwell, we understand her Father has recently passed and her mother is no longer in the picture and that makes her a ward of the state”
Your mouth drops open. Someone had called DCFS. They were going to take Lena. Pope rushes down the steps “Wait!” He calls out “You can’t just take her” he gets in between Lena and the woman and you can see the police officers start to inch closer.
You rush forward grabbing Pope “Baby we don’t have a choice” you tell him “we will fight this but we have to do it the right way”
He looks at you eyes wide with panic. He looks back at Lena dropping to his knees in front of her wrapping her in a hug “I love you” he says in a broken voice “and I am going to get you back ok?”
You hug her next tears running down your cheeks “we’re gonna fix this Lena I promise” she nods sadly following the woman.
You and Pope watch them drive off with Lena. You feel a wave of nausea run over you, you rush over to the trash can beside the house heaving the contents of your stomach. Pope comes up quietly behind you rubbing your back and holding your hair.
He takes you back in the house laying you on the couch with a blanket and some tea. He kneels in front of you “I’m going to fix this” he says solemnly.
You feel the tears welling up again “How?”
He rubs his hand over your hair softly “Let me worry about” he says “the stress isn’t good for you and the baby”
You reach out taking his hand in yours “we’re in this together Andy” you tell him in a thick voice. “We’ll go down to the office first thing in the morning”
He nods placing a kiss on your forehead. He would do anything to get Lena back. He knew what that might possibly mean and he didn’t want to worry you with it right now didn’t want any extra stress on you at all. So instead he continues to stroke his hand down your hair lulling you softly to sleep
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What started as you fully intending to go with Pope to the DCFS Office in the morning turned into Pope going alone. The stress of the day before brought on the worst bought of morning sickness you’d had yet.
Neither one of you had slept much and you had spent much of the early morning hours hunched over the toilet. Pope had been hesitant to leave you alone so he recruited Deran to come stay with you while he was gone.
You were currently curled up on the couch praying to whatever god that might be listening to make the nausea go away. Deran knocks on the door lightly pushing it open. He peeks in seeing you on the couch and comes to sit beside you carrying grocery bags. “I come bearing gifts” he says reaching into the bags. He pulls out a two litre of ginger ale and a box of saltines holding them up like a prize smiling.
You smile back at him taking them from him. “Thank you, apparently my body doesn’t know the difference between a baby and an alien virus.” You say dryly.
He gives you a small smile “how are you holding up?”
You shrug “I don’t know, I have no idea how to handle this”
He nods “I don’t think any of us do. How is Pope doing with all of this?”
“How do you think?” You ask him sarcastically.
He winces “He had bad experiences with foster care when we were growing up. He’s scared for Lena he doesn’t want her to go through the same thing he did”
You swallow roughly “I know”
Hours go by and neither of you hear from Pope. You drift in and out of sleep as the nausea passes. It’s late in the afternoon when Pope finally walks back through the front door.
You sit up quickly as Deran leans forward beside you. “How did it go?” You ask him quietly.
His eyes are sad as he looks between the two of you. “They won’t tell me anything” he croaks. You nod silently, You expected as much. “I went to Smurf” he tells you not looking at you.
Your eyes widen in shock and Deran shoots up and starts pacing “You did what?” He growls.
“I have to know where she is” Pope explains miserably. “Smurf has connections she can find out where she is and if she’s ok” he then looks over at you tears welling in his eyes “She knows about the baby” he rasps “I’m so fucking sorry”
You shoot up from the couch sprinting to the bathroom heaving violently as tears sprung to your ears. You could feel a presence behind you as Deran gathered your hair away from your face. You barely heard Popes foot steps as he followed behind “Don’t!” Barked Deran as he spun pinning Pope with a glare “You’ve done enough”
Pope backed away slowly tears streaming down his face. He loved you. He loved your child. And yet he hadn’t protected either one of you today. Instead he put you both directly into Smurfs warpath.
He sat on the porch with his head in his hands. He had failed again. He kept failing everyone he loved. Julia. Cath. Baz. Lena. And now you. His shoulders shook as he sobbed silently. He was so lost in his own thoughts he didn’t hear you sit down beside him.
“We’re gonna be ok” you tell him quietly, putting your hand on his shoulder.
He looks at you through his tears “I ruined everything. I’m so fucking sorry” he cries.
You shake your head “No Andy, she would have found out eventually” you shrug “telling her early might be smart it will make her feel involved” you try to reason.
“You could go” he blurts out.
You look at him shocked “What?”
“You and the baby will never be safe with me because of her so you could go and I promise I won’t look for you.” He says to you roughly.
“No” you say firmly “no you don’t get to do that Andrew Cody you don’t get to be a martyr and send me away” you get up and stand in front of him “We are doing this together no matter what happens, no matter what Smurf does this baby will be protected because it has both of us”
“What about its favourite uncle do I count?” Deran says dryly leaning against the doorway.
You give him a thankful smile and then look back at Pope “See?” You tell him “We have two parents who will love them and their favourite uncle to look after them. What could go wrong?” You smile at him ruefully.
Pope looks between the two of you the corners of his lips lifting slightly. “Yah” he says “What could go wrong?”
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That night you’re fast asleep in your bed and Deran is passed out on the couch. Pope checks on you quietly and kisses your head softly closing the door behind him.
He’s careful not to wake Deran as he walks out the front door to the car waiting for him. Inside he can see Smurf sitting in the drivers seat. He reluctantly climbs in the car “Where are we going?” He asks Smurf lowly.
“Trust me baby, you’ll be happy you came with me” she tells him with a smirk.
They drive for a while going deeper into Oceanside in a richer residential neighborhood. Smurf pulls up in front of a two story craftsman home with a big backyard and parks. “What are we doing here Smurf?” Pope asks gruffly.
She gives him a sly look “Lena is in there” she tells him “They’re a nice couple with another little girl living with them. Now you know where she is”
He looks at her for the first time since entering the vehicle. He knew the information he was given was going to cost him. But he would let Smurf drag him to hell with her before he let it touch you.
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A couple of days later Smurf called Andrew over to the house. You insisted on going with him, you knew you would have to face Smurf sooner or later.
You walked into the house to find Smurf in Derans old room. She’d had completely painted it in pink, there was a child’s bed with floral bedding. Smurf was hanging up new pink clothing in the closet, you could see Lena’s name on the closet door.
“What’s going on?” Pope asks her gruffly.
Smurf turns giving you both a sickly sweet smile “Lena’s coming home baby, they’re giving me custody”
Pope glances at you shock painting his face. He turns back to Smurf confusion lacing his tone “What? When?”
Smurf continues hanging the ridiculous amount of pink clothing “They’re dropping her off this afternoon, and we’re gonna have a party to welcome her home” she tells him. She then turns to you “And we will also need to start planning a baby shower for my newest grandbaby” she says to you with a sharp smile.
You numbly look back at her “I haven’t even had my first ultrasound yet…”
“Well” Smurf claps her hands together “We need to get that booked, I won’t miss hearing that babies heartbeat”
“Right….” You croak out your heart beating in your ears “Excuse me I need some air” you say bolting for the back door.
Smurf looks at Pope fake sympathy on her face “Poor thing, first pregnancies are so hard”
Pope gives Smurf a hard look “The first ultrasound will just be the two of us” he tells her calmly.
“Well baby I just want to be involved” she pouts.
“You can plan the damn baby shower buy all the baby shit you want but the doctors appointments will be me and Scout alone” Pope says in a stern tone.
Smurf gives him a calculating look “Ok baby, whatever you want” and then she turns back to organizing the closet.
Pope leaves to find you in the backyard and finds you sitting next to Craig at the pool. Craig looks up as Pope approaches “Why is this the first I’m finding out you’re gonna be a Dad?” He asks Pope grabbing him in a bear hug.
Pope shoves Craig away “We weren’t telling anyone yet”
Craig looks at the two of you with the biggest smile “I am really happy for you guys, you’re gonna be the sickest parents”
Pope comes to sit beside you putting a hand softly on your stomach “How are you feeling? Any nausea?”
You give him a small smile shaking your head “No I just had to get away from her before my head exploded”
Craig speaks up then “Yeah about that, you’re not actually going to let Smurf into your ultrasound appointment are you?”
Pope gives him a withering glare “No. I told her she can plan the baby shower and buy all the baby shit she wants but the doctors appointments will just be the two of us”
You let out a relieved breath taking his hand in yours “Thank you” you say giving him a light kiss on the lips.
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Pope takes you home after that. Giving Smurf the excuse that your morning sickness had gotten worse so you would be missing the party but would by to see Lena later.
As you walk in the door you rub your neck stretching it trying to release the tension. “I think I need to take a shower after that” you say “something about being there made me feel dirty”
Pope grunts a laugh kissing your temple. He pulls you into his arms tucking your head underneath his chin.
You wrap your arms around him inhaling his scent. You hadn’t done enough of this lately. Between the morning sickness and the stress the two of you really hadn’t made the time for it. You lean back to catch his lips with yours. He kisses you back immediately his arms tightening around you. You suck his bottom lip into your mouth and he groans sliding his tongue into your mouth.
You moan sliding your hands under his shirt feeling the warmth of his skin under your palms. You reach up shoving his jacket off his shoulders. He pulls back only long enough to pull your tshirt over your head, he then trails his lips up your neck sucking at the tender spot behind your ear.
You mewl at the sensation palming his erection through his jeans. He groans at the contact and walks the two of you backwards towards the couch. He sits on the couch pulling you into his lap so you are straddling him. You work the buttons on his shirt desperate to have him naked beneath you.
He shrugs his shirt off and pulls your mouth back to his. He unclasps your bra throwing it somewhere across the room. You gasp as he ducks his head sucking a nipple into his mouth flicking it with his tongue. You roll your hips over the bulge in his jeans desperate for any kind of friction as your cunt pulses.
“Andy please….” you beg breathlessly.
He lifts you off his lap and drops to his knees in front of you undoing your jeans, pulling them down your legs and helping you step out of them. He then does the same with your soaked panties. Pope presses his face into your bare cunt licking a broad stripe through your folds and you let out a loud moan “Fuck baby you taste good” he groans.
He stands crashing his lips to yours shoving his tongue into your mouth so you can taste yourself and you let a pathetic sound. You grab at his belt buckle undoing his jeans. You shove them down his legs with his boxers and push him back to sit on the couch as you crawl over him to straddle him again.
He takes his hard length rubbing it through your soaked folds “God you’re so fucking wet for me baby” he whispers in a gravelly voice.
“Please baby please I need you in me so fucking bad” you whine.
Pope groans “I know sweet girl, I know I’m gonna take care of you” he lines himself up with your entrance slowly pushing himself in an inch at a time.
You’re so pent up at this point you don’t want to wait. You push yourself down spearing yourself on him as you both let out a loud moan. You hold onto his shoulders as you begin to roll your hips. It hits that sweet spot inside of you so perfectly you’re fighting for air “Fuck” you squeak out.
Pope grabs onto your hips guiding your movements “That’s it baby use my cock to make yourself cum”
You begin moving faster feeling the roughness of the hair at his pubic bone rubbing your clit bringing you closer to your climax. Pope keeps whispering to you “Good girl, just like that” and you can feel that familiar coil tightening. Pope sucks a nipple into his mouth and the coil snaps and you cry out his name.
He takes over the pace as you ride out your orgasm fucking into your harder and faster holding you close. You crush your lips to his sucking his tongue into your mouth and he comes undone emptying himself into you as he groans into your mouth.
You break apart both of you breathing heavily. He looks up at you his eyes heavy “Are you ok?”
You give him a shy smile “yah I’m good”
He nods picking you up and carrying you to the shower. He washes you gently getting on his knees to clean the mess he made between your thighs. You run your fingers through his curls and he presses a soft kiss to your stomach and says softly “I love you”
You smile and ask “are you talking to me or the baby?”
He looks up at you a shy smile on his face “Both”
Tears prick the back of your eyes and you pull him to his feet and wrap your arms around him. “We love you too” you say softly.
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After your shower he makes sure you’re comfortable on the couch before he leaves to go back to Smurfs. He gives you a soft kiss before heading out the door. “Tell Lena I can’t wait to see her” you tell him.
He smiles at you and nods over his shoulder. You stay on the couch for a while just mindlessly watching a nature documentary. It’s barely an hour later when Pope comes back through the door with Lena in tow.
Your eyes widen in shock as you take her in. “What’s going on?” You ask. Lena runs over to you giving you a hug and you squeeze her tight. “I missed you so much Lena Bena” you tell her.
Pope gives a small smile at the exchange and looks at Lena “Go pack a bag we’re gonna go on a trip for a while” he tells her.
You spin looking at Pope “What are you talking about?” You ask. You realize this had been his plan along. He had planned for the three of you to run. You start to shake your head “Andy….” You say softly.
“Where will I go to school?” Lena asks.
He looks at her and shrugs “We’ll figure it out when we get there”
Lena looks at him sadly “But what about Bella?”
“Bella?” He asks her confused.
“We lived there together we were gonna be sisters” she explains.
Your heart breaks. She wanted to go back. You meet Popes eyes over her head a silent exchange going between you. He swallows roughly “We’re your family” he tells her.
“But I make you sad” she says in a small voice.
“I’m not sad” he scoffs. You give him a knowing look and he meets your eyes his shoulders drooping.
You look at Lena “Lena do you want to live with your foster family?” You ask her softly.
She looks at you tentatively and gives you a small nod. You feel the tears burning your eyes as you look at Pope. He nods sadly and the three of you head to the truck to take her back to her new family.
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Leaving Lena had been horrible. You cried. Pope cried. But the foster family was so grateful to have her back it almost made it worth it.
Pope pulled over to the side of the road holding onto the steering wheel with white knuckles. “How am I supposed to be a Father when I couldn’t look after her?” He asks roughly tears running down his cheeks.
You place a hand softly on his arm “You did exactly what a good Father would do” you tell him your voice breaking “you did what was best for her no matter how much it hurt you”
He nods sniffling. “Do you really think I can be a good dad?” He asks quietly.
You give him a watery smile “Andy you are you going to be the best Dad”
He takes a deep shaky breath “I love you so fucking much you know that right?” He asks you.
You nod “I do. And I love you so fucking much too and I’m so proud of you Andy”
Pope pulls the truck back onto the road and you drive back to Smurfs. The two of you walk into the house and there are people milling about everywhere.
Smurf finds the two of you quickly. “Where’s Lena?” She asks.
Pope gives her an even look “we took her back to her foster family that’s where she belongs”
Smurf sneers at the two of you “And what is to stop me from going and getting her right now?”
Pope freezes and you panic. You know she has that power and all you want for Lena is for her to have a good peaceful life. “What do you want Smurf?” You ask her softly.
She gives you a poisonous smile “I think the two of you should move back into the house. You’ll need help once that baby comes along don’t you think?”
You swallow harshly “If we do that will you leave her alone?”
She looks at you triumphantly “I’ll forget she ever existed” she shrugs.
You look at Pope and you can see the rage bubbling under the surface. “Fine” he grunts out.
She gives him a sickly sweet smile coming forward and pressing a kiss against his cheek. You feel bile climb the back of your throat at the action.
The two of you walk away from her going into your old room and sitting on the bed. Neither one of you says a word. You look around the room where so many things had taken place over the years. Late nights you had spent talking to Pope when he had first found you and you couldn’t sleep because of the nightmares. The bad nights when Pope would quietly climb in behind you because Smurf had made him do something he didn’t want to do. The first time Pope had made love to you and the many nights you had spent tangled up in each other after that. You felt the tears running down your face as the realization sank in that the room that had once held so many memories had now become a guilded cage.
You come back home to your daddy's place when things got rough, and there's a small job listing in the paper. Part one.
W: LOTS of plot build up, idk got many words. AU takes place in the 80/90s but Pope is still his old fine self. A world where he finally got away and was able to live his life. Usage of "daddy" but not towards him, Pope calls you a lot of sweet names, "good girl," "sweetheart" "sugar." Huge age gap, reader is described to be a young thing, entering her early 20s and Pope is canon age. A little power imbalance. Readers a daddy's girl. Pope likes that. A lot. Mentions of weed, Pope experienced, you're not.
A lilitle ooc but bare with me, yes I know the real Pope wouldn't have a country accent. or talk that much. Reader is described to be bubbly and punctual. Now to get into the good stuff, light smut in this part, grinding, mentions of masturbation, cherry popping. Pope has an accident. I think that's all of it. I will say I sort of curated this for black readers, I say braids and brown skin, but anyone can read of course!!
A/N: I got this idea scrolling on Pinterest when I saw the first picture, like hmmm that kinda...that could be.... like it would be so hot to see Popes big arms working a field in the hot sun all day...Imao I hope you enjoy!! This dragged on a little long I'm sorry :(
A/A/N: you guys piss me offfff ugh here you go🙄🩷
“Baby doll, I love you, but I can’t take of you forever,” Your dear old dad says with a sigh.
You’d called over the phone in tears, your landlord in your big city had been screwing you over, your job wasn’t paying you enough. You were overwhelmed, you’d never thought things would get so tough when you moved out three years ago.
You didn’t have to say much, your dad just told you to come on home and he’d help you the best he could, but he was gettin’ older in age. He couldn’t hold you on his hip anymore and guide you through life like he used to.
Being back home felt good, you didn’t have to worry about not knowing anyone, about when you were next gonna eat. Everyone loved you, so when your daddy told the town you were coming home, it was like you’d never left. Three years gone, four months back, and nothing felt different. You were just a woman now.
“Now I’m not kickin’ you out, okay? But you’re gonna have to get a job here soon.” He says, laying a newspaper on your bed. And it’s not like you haven’t been looking, but no one wanted your help. Not the grocery store, not the children’s center.
You’d spent your days helping around the house, the land and with the older neighbors, keeping them company like you used to always do. You were circling ads at breakfast, a small one catching your eye. “6/XX ACTIVE. Looking for a hand around my land. Has to be good with animals and know your way around a crop field. Pay weekly. Call at—” you look for the name, Andrew Cody.
“Daddy do you know of a ‘Andrew Cody’?” You say, shoveling eggs into your mouth as you hold the paper. He looks up at you with a confused look. “..Pope? Yeah uh…yeah he’s been down here a while, good friend of mine. You’ve seen him at the market a few times. Why?”
“He has an ad in the paper for a farmhand. Should I do it? Seems easy enough. Doesn’t sound like somethin’ I’m not used to.” You shrug, not noticing the look you were getting shot as you finish breakfast.
Andrew wasn’t a…bad role model per se, he was just an odd fella. Quiet, always wary of anyone he met, shacked up in that house all alone. Honestly, to anybody that didn’t already make good friends with him he seemed kinda mean. He never talked about where he came from, all anyone knew was that he came up one day and popped out the prettiest flowers you’d ever seen, and the reddest tomatoes.
“Yeah sweetheart, go for it. I’m sure you’d do good and keep him great company.” He says, and you smile, hopping up to the telephone around the corner and dialing the number, holding the phone up to your ear.
It rings a few seconds before it picks up, and you’re nervous immediately. “Go for Andrew Cody.” A gruff voice answers with a sigh. “Hel-Hello Mr. Cody,” you clear your throat before saying your name to him, “I saw your ad for a farm hand, I wanted to take you up on the position. I’m free all the time, and I’ve got some experience behind my belt.” You say, and he recognizes your last name.
“[last name] you said? This is his daughter? how are you,” “Oh i’m doing alright, having breakfast. How are you sir?” You say politely. “I’m doin’ alright miss, feedin’ the litter. What time can you come over? I’ve got a lot of stuff to get started on.”
“Oh-I can head on over after I freshen up and finish breakfast!” You smile. “Okay, well go ahead and finish your breakfast and I’ll see you soon.” He finishes off with telling you the address, and you politely thank him.
“So?” Your dad asks as you clean off your plate. “He said come over when I can, I guess he’ll show me around and stuff. The pay is weekly, and I’m sure he’ll tell me how much when I get there.” You smile.
Pope sat back in his recliner with a sigh, rubbing his head. He was happy someone finally picked up on his ad. He didn’t think of himself as friendly, but he wanted..the community. He just didn’t know how to get there.
He volunteered as much as he could, went to church, spoke to anyone who spoke to him. But it still just seemed like no one wanted him around, at least as much as he could pick up on, he knew he was self kept. And for the most part it was fine, it wasn’t something he was foreign to, people noticing he was offputting. But he wanted this fresh start.
Pope moved on from the life his mom gave him years ago, almost a decade now. He left with nothing but cash, a few outfits and distant land waiting for him, a small farmhouse on the outskirts of town, away from any smog being produced that would fuck up his crops.
He made luck with good people, working for his own seed, cattle and other animals which over time allowed him to sell independently. His name grew, as mysterious as he was.
“That man down the road sold em to me. Sweet as hell he is, right?”
“His prices are reasonable too, not like xyz. Think he goes by Andrew?”
Nobody really cared how he just planted his feet into the ground and became a shoulder to the poeple, they just knew they weren’t letting go. It wasn’t much, and sure he wanted more people in his life now that he was healing, but it kept him alive.
“Go down to Andrew and ask him if I could get some sugar, and an egg or two. He knows I’m good for it.”
“Go over there n’ tell Andrew that the milks ready for him when he needs it.”
“Ask Mr. Cody if I can ride along to church with him.”
He never told nobody no, not for the right price at least. He didn’t care about money, as long as he got by he never worried.
He was quiet, didn’t go out unless it was to the bar for a quick drink, into town for the market or to church, and you’d be drunk off your tail if you ever thought you saw him with a women. Just him and his livestock.
Don’t get it wrong, though. He was aged, but Pope was far from ugly. No, he had a beautiful head of auburn curls that shined red and a bit silver in the light when he didn’t have a cap on, a chiseled face and the body of a heavyweight champ, the kind you see on television.
Older ladies he grew to knew always had a daughter or niece waiting on his hand but he always, always said he was too busy with work, and that he already had a girl in his life. His pup, Lucky. A beautiful golden girl.
His face was sunkissed and led with freckles that trailed everywhere for miles, and he put up well. You’d never see Pope around the town looking like he came from hell. He was tidy, white shirt tight against his body, tucked under his belt and jeans that outlines his tight ass and strong legs.
The small town was ran by majority older people, so he wasn’t surprised when very few even glanced at his ad. The people that did were growing teens lookin’ for quick summer jobs, or someone thinkin’ they could slack off on his property. Not on his watch.
He sat on the porch when you came, parking your little car next to his truck, shushing his dog that barked at the new arrival. You waved as you walked up, your little frilly top rustling in the wind a little. He knew who you were, your dad talked about you often before you got back, and even after.
He listened when your dad vented about you moving upstate, and was there for your family when times got tough in the winter. Though he never got a good look at you up until now, he always heard good things.
Bright young lady, wanting something more for yourself. You knew just about everyone in town, never fussed or fought, always lended a hand. He saw you in church a few times since you got back, never up close since you sat in the front. But seeing you now, you were beautiful.
Pretty thing, with chubby apple red cheeks he could take a bite of. Your dark skin glistened under the sun, your pearly smile bright as you come up the porch, eyes squinted. “Goodmorning to you sir,” you say as he stands, calming his dog down.
“Goodmorning missy, you have a good breakfast?” He shakes your hand, it’s firm. “Yes sir, I’m ready for the day. What’re we gettin’ up to?” You say, and he cracks a smile at your enthusiasm. “Well let me show you ‘round first, then imma introduce you to everything I call mine. Then we might get started, that sound good? Alright, let’s get to it.” He cocks his head for you to follow him, watching you eye his girl.
“She’s friendly, you’re just a new face so don’t worry. Lucky.” He tells you her name as she clops beside you, enjoying the head scratches you give her. “Now, imma warn you first. If you’re looking for a quick job for the summer, or you think you can get off scratch free by standin’ around here you’re sadly mistaken. My ship is tight, and my work is honest, okay? So when I give you tasks, you need to be on it.”
“Yes sir,” you nod earnestly. “Okay, great. What you got under your belt girlfriend, I know your old man so I know you know somethin.” “Mhm! I know how to tend to gardens and chickens, but it’s..been a while. So I’m rusty but I could get it again in no time.” You say and he nods.
“What about a tractor, you think you can get on onea’ those? And do you know how to shuck?” “Uhm…never got on a tractor before but I can drive..? And yeah that’s light work.” You say, watching nod and look around, deciding with himself if he wanted to teach you or not.
“Alright, well I got pigs, cows, chickens, and a horse that’ll come by every so often,” he jokes. “So I need to know that you’re not gonna be shy with them. They’re my girls and guys but they’re not easy company. Can you handle that?” He says, and you nod enthusiastically.
“I’ve never wrestled with pigs, but I’ve handled a cow once or twice, and get along with chicks well. Daddy has em’.” You chirp, and he smiled internally at your bubbliness. “Good, good,” he examines your small frame, eyes poking at your bicep, weary of how you’re gonna be handling any heavy loads.
“Stay here, imma get you somethin.” He walks off the lawn and around back, and at first you think he’s getting you a shirt for your exposed arms, but he comes back hailing a big tin pale, huffing as he sits it in front of you. It was almost filled to the brim with brown slop, and smelled of something almost rotten.
“This is for my pigs, their breakfast is near. Go carry this to their bin.” He points, and you realize he’s pointing to the back of his house. You examine it, trying to eye if it was gonna be a hassle or not as you tuck your braids behind your ears.
You grab the pail by its handles and lift into the air with a small groan, waddling round his lawn as quick as you could. “Don’t be scared to spill it either, or hold it to your chest. It doesn’t smell like flowers but it won’t kill ya’.” He follows close behind you, watching as you reach the fence of his pigs.
You sit it on top and pour it over, bending slightly to make sure it all goes in their slop bucket. Your little top goes up slightly with the wind, exposing the small of your back and your tiny shorts. He tried not to look too hard.
Once you’re done you look back at him, catching your breath. “Good?” You ask, and he nods, taking it from you and throwing it somewhere out his eyesight. “These guys you’ll feed once, only in the morning when you get here. I’ll feed them again but you’ll be gone before I do. You feed them first, then my chicks. You don’t feed my cows, I handle them. Don’t touch my girls,” he jokes, throwing a playful nudge your way.
“You can handle that? It won’t be like that everyday.” He shakes his head, and you nod. “Yeah, sounds like no trouble really.” You say, and he almost wants to laugh.
“Good, cmon. Crops are on the side.” He says, letting his arms fall on the side. You find yourself staring as he took lead, his wide frame that tore out of his dirty shirt, bulging muscles with veins so big it would only take a dull knife to get into em. You didn’t know why you didn’t notice it sooner, he was hot.
“I have cucumbers, lettuce, tomatoes, squash, zucchini, cabbage, and onions in the ground. I have em all marked so you shouldn’t have a problem. In my trees, I just recently started sprouting oranges, peaches.” He pointed around before facing you.
“Over there,” he pointed to a small space away from all his crops, a little patch that was tented by a clear tarp, seeing some bushes being occupied with a few sticks. “You don’t touch that. That’s something else, and you will never have to touch that ever in the whole time you’ll be here. Understood?” He says, and you nod earnestly, your eyes big and attentive on his.
“Do you know what it is, just by maybe looking at it? Or can you guess?” He asks you, a little smile creeping on his face. From where you are you squint, playing with your hands as you think as to what it could’ve been. There was no color besides green that you could see, and even then you still had no clue.
You shake your head, “A type of flower?” You guess, and his brows raise in shock that you almost had an idea. “Yeah,” he nodded. “Yeah. A flower.” He starts to chuckle lightly, shaking his head at you as he walks off, and you follow.
“Your routine will never be something straightforward, I could have you tending to the animals one day only or I could have you doin’ it all while I kick back and watch.” He takes you back to his porch.
“But, that doesn’t mean you won’t be working. You will most likely always have something to do. You’ll be here only a few hours, from 9, maybe 10 am to nightfall. You don’t have to be here every day, though work is gonna be tough whenever you get back, but any days you won’t, just let me know. We’ll trade off on work, you’ll never be doing just something while I do another. Any questions so far?” He pays for you to sit next to him on his bench.
“Will there any days I absolutely have to be here? I don’t like..do much anyway, but if there is I’d wanna be there.” “Yeah uh, I need you Sundays, every Sunday. Sundays market day, so me and you will go on down for a few hours and sell whatever we can. I got church and I know you do too, so I’ll let you go home with your folks to change becuase—god help us—it’ll be hot, and then I’ll come by to get you. It’s imperative that you’re there with me, becuase it does get hectic. And, that’s also your pay day. Every week, every Sunday, in cash.”
Every Sunday, in cash, got it. “Okay, okay that sounds easy enough. Does this mean I’m hired?” You ask,, and he finally lets out a laugh, his eyes closing slightly. “Yes sweetheart, you’re hired. And I want you here startin’ nine sharp.” He flinched slightly when you squeal, stomping your feet happily.
He smiled and pushed his head back when you hop onto him for a hug, holding you carefully respectfully in his grasp, your knee crossing over his thigh slightly in the act. You pull off, arms still around his shoulders, seated where his knee met his thick thigh, your foot that wasn’t propped up on him holding yourself against the floorboard.
“Thank you so much Mr. Cody, I’ll be good I promise, and I’ll do you even better! I’ve been lookin’ for a job for so long, and I really appreciate it, I do. No one would hire me at all, not even the daycares. But I think I’ll like working with you, I always liked working on..” You ramble on, not noticing Popes uncomfortable expression growing, even though he tried his best to hide it.
His hand just barely rests on your back, still lingering from the hug. He let you talk, shifting in his seat so he’d be more comfortable, ignoring the growing heat within him as he watched you ramble contently. Yes, it was inappropriate. Yes, he knew just about anyone could ride by and see it. Yes, he let you keep going.
“And daddy always told me that being around animals anyway was therapeutic. Which is why I moved to the city…” he tilts his head, skimming down your frame quickly before landing back on your face, he could tell you had been wantin’ to talk the whole time, and it was odd for him too, he was never one for leading conversation. He liked listening, though. So it wasn’t much trouble, even if you were practically on top of him.
“So you like the animals? Imma start you with them first then. And then I’ll get you on that tractor.” He finds a second to interject. He noticed your hesitation, “It’s not hard, and it’s not scary, promise. It’ll be like ridin’ a big ass bike.” He shrugged, and you giggle at his language.
“Do you need me today?” You ask, and he shrugs. “Not really, I mean, today I have laundry to run down and some deliveries. Boring stuff, I’ll just get you started tomorrow.” He starts to bounce his leg, and it hits you. Where you were, what you were doing.
You feel heat rush over you, his hard thigh nudging against your cunt, immediately feeling the rush of heat pool in your panties, and had you not been in the right mind you would’ve almost grinded against it. You look away from his eyes and unfist his shirt from his hands, something you didn’t even notice you were doing as you get up, trying to act casual as you pull your purse back on your body.
“Okay!” Is all you say to him, and his expression twists, he could tell you were flustered, but by what? “O-okay Mr. Cody, I’m gonna get on home then, hang out and stuff. Thank you for having me and everything.” You gulp and stare everywhere but at him as you stumble off his porch, not giving him a second glance as he gives you a confused farewell, watching you pull out and skirt off.
He wondered if it was something he did, did he touch you the wrong way when you were on him? He tried to be good, not let his hands wander. Tried not to look too into your body, admiring how you filled out the dip of your blouse you wore. He noticed how you bunched up his shirt for a split second, your lashes flickering as you went quiet. You had seem just fine, it was like something flushed over you.
He found himself staring into space again like he used to, but this time, he was looking at the thigh of his jeans, which coincidentally was right where you were rested on him. The spot was…warm. Warm with a different heat that radiated from the heat the sun provided. The same sort of heat that came from his growing bulge.
Gross, he thought, cringing at himself. For fucks sake, she’s 20 years younger than you. Keep it tucked. He sighs as he stands, wanting to go adjust himself, but he finds he has no time as a different car pulls into his driveway, a patron of the town. Business comes first, then pleasure.
You went home in a frenzy, your mind racing. No, he hadn’t meant to do that, no way. You thought, gripping the steering wheel. He’s old, he was probably tired. I was all over him too, I probably got too heavy. I didn’t even realize it until… the feeling rushed over you again, your heartbeat fluttering, legs feeling like they were sticking together.
You take a deep breath, you were driving for Pete’s sake. His hands were on me, on my back. He didn’t seem to mind it I guess..he even looked into—You shake your head, no, no. Not happening. Not with your boss. Your day goes by foggy, you couldn’t help yourself.
Your head was filled with Mr. Cody, it was…weird. It felt like when you were in high school and you’d gained a crush on one of your male teachers for simply being nice to you. As you lay your head to rest, there it goes again. That feeling of butterflies in your stomach, the wetness pooling to your panties.
You reminisced on his gaze he had on you, the one you thought you saw peek down your shirt. You found yourself creeping into your panties, eyes flickering to the door, scared someone was gonna wanna check up on you even in the dead of night.
Your head brings you back to his arms, the small shirt hugging against his big biceps and riding up just enough for you to see his exposed v-line. You moan behind your bit lip, circling your clit faster as your legs fall on the side of you.
“Yes, sweetheart,” “I’m doin’ alright miss,” you hear his gruff voice in your head, sweat beading down your forehead as your other hand lodges a finger into yourself, as awkward as the position is you work on yourself with a quickness, almost imagining it was Mr. Cody’s rough, dirty hand in you. His working man hands on you.
You wondered if he could ever think of you how you were thinking of him. If he could get all hot in bothered in the night like this, maybe palming himself at the thought of getting you under him? Hearing you squeal for him like you were in the moment, maybe cumming with your name under his breath.
And with that your climax runs at you fast, trying to conceal your gasps of air and tiny moans as you bring yourself to your high. Juices stain the sheets as you dirty up your fingers until you can’t move no more, catching up to your breath and letting your scent fill the room as sleep overtakes you.
You’re up and at ‘em early for your first day, greeting the day with a nice shower and a quick breakfast before you get ready, conversing with daddy about what you might get into today, as well as what your new schedule looks like.
He’s happy for you, telling you how now that you’re getting paid your own you can buy your own clothes, which you laugh off. You put on small shorts and an even smaller shirt for the day, seeing the sun beam down on the green already.
You rub lotion on your newly shaved legs (fresh shave=just in case, in girl terms) before going in with some sunscreen and pulling your hair back cutely, dabbing on some blush and gloss before heading out with a water.
You talk yourself into being normal on the way there, not gonna be weird again, you reflect on how you scurried out of his place just yesterday. And no staring, no holding onto him, no licking your lips, don’t even think about anything but work actually. Actually just don’t even look at him, at all. Don’t make eye contact either.
You park next to his truck, searching the green for him from the front, though he’s no where to be seen. Not an issue. Sitting your purse on the porch, you give Lucky a little kiss and scratch before heading to your first duty, feeding time.
You were a little early, by the time you got there it was only just hitting ten till nine, but early is on time, something you were always told. You were thankful seeing he set the feed out for you by the barn, a quick walk from each pen.
You speak sweetly to the pigs and chickens as you feed em, giving them little, “Y’all ain’t ate since last night, must’ve been starving.” “Don’t get angry with me, you gotta get in there. Push ‘em out the way if you’re that hungry.” And when you’re done, you stand back to gander at the cows contently, listening to their conversations between another.
“Good morning young lady.” You turn your head to see Pope approach from your right, his chest already wet with sweat through his white beater and dirt kissing his knees and below. “Good morning sir. Sleep alright?” You hold your hands behind your back respectfully, he walks up to you like whatever’s in his pants is heavy against him.
“Tried my best, I’m always gettin’ torn outta sleep though. And yourself?” “It-it was alright,” you swallow back drool pooling in your mouth, “My brothers, they got a few new toys so they were up longer than I anticipated.” You lie with ease, your hand coming up to cover your eyes, squinting at him as he takes in your clothes. What was he gonna do with you.
“We’ll keep your eyes open, don’t want you fallin in the dirt,” he says, looking over you to look at what you’ve gotten done. “Atta girl.” He coos, patting your back. “You ain’t touch my girls did you?” “N-no sir, just takin’ a look,” you giggle, kicking at the dirt.
“They’re beautiful, nice pretty lashes. You take care of ‘em I can tell.” “Hell yeah I do, these are my babies. And, one day if you get well acquainted I’ll have you milk ‘em, but they’re uhm…” he snaps his fingers like he’s trying to remember something.
“Divas.” He points at you, and you laugh, you wouldn’t expect a man of his age to even know that word. “They are divas, they don’t even like me half the time, so I know it’ll take you a little while. But you’re here, earlier than I expected actually. I’m on the side gettin’ ahead of the field, but since you’ve got the animals all good, you can let em roam around in the fences. Cows shouldn’t bother you, they got their own little patch, and if they get near my flowers Lucky will handle em.” He says, whistling her over quickly.
“When I call you for somethin’ else, that’s when they go back in. Lucky can heard em in, you won’t have to do nothin’ but tell her go, and close the gates. That sounds easy enough?” “Like a Sunday morning sir. After that?” “I haven’t decided, I might have you collect eggs, I might have you on the side with me. But don’t let it trouble you, I’ll get you when I get you okay?” He rubs your back and you nod, looking into his eyes.
They’re pretty, a nice hazel that illuminated in the sunlight even as he squinted. “Atta girl, you got this. My door is never ever locked, so you need anything just run it by me and run inside. And if you need a second to cool off don’t hesitate, if you faint, those pigs won’t waste a second on your lil’ bones,” he pops a smile at you, making you giggle again.
He wipes his forehead off before turning his back to you and off to his duties, “If anyone pulls up, holler for me.” Is all he says. You do as told and let your new buddies out, watching Lucy run with glee, her tongue in the wind as she rips and runs around the yard.
You were kinda sad you guys weren’t working together directly, you only saw him when he went inside, sending a little wave your way. You whine, you were bored and you missed looking at him. You tell Lucky go, watching her wrangle up the livestock before you close the pens.
“Mr. Cody,” you come up behind him as he’s down on one knee, your hands behind your back as he looks up at you, dirt on his cheek and hands. “Can I uhh..get the eggs? I’m bored.” You say, and he scoffs a laugh as he stands. “Bored? Clearly I’m goin too easy on you, on your first day at that.” He pats your back as he looks around.
“You put the animals up, that’s good. Yeah, go get the eggs. The bins are in the barn next to the opening, get as much as you can, just be gentle. When you’re done, put ‘em on the porch then come find me. I’ll give you somethin’ else to do.” He winks and sends you off, watching you jog up to his barn.
He thought about giving you something to do alright. He couldn’t believe how much you’ve grown, you weren’t that young when you left but you’re..much more. Fuller, a..woman. You were never introduced to him when you were home, never ran to his house, saw him like he saw you, but in your defense he saw everyone.
You weren’t sheltered, just protected. So your dad did the runs to Popes, took you to and from anywhere you needed, and god help his heart if he ever found out about a damn “boyfriend”.
Pope thought about what you might’ve gotten up to when you went up into the city, if you’ve had your first drinks yet, how you spent your birthdays, if you found a boyfriend up there or anything. If you blossomed, if your sounds were high or not. If your cunt was as plump as your rosey cheeks were.
God, ew, he thought. He didn’t know what was coming over him, he saw beautiful women everyday, women that threw themselves onto him even after timeless rejections. He never felt compelled to do something so..lustful, not in a long time at least.
You pull him out of his thoughts as you call out to him from the porch, watching him pull that big dusty tractor out the shed. “You done?” He pulls it up to the side of his house, stretching his arms. “Yes sir, I only filled one bin though. They kept biting me.” You frown, making him chuckle. “That’s ok sugar, you did good anyway. Cmon, imma show you somethin’ before we get started.”
He walks you to his flower beds, colors shining under the sun, yellows, pinks, reds, purples. “So pretty!” You tell him, bending down to smell. “Thank you. I take good care of everything you see on this grass, and a lot of people depend on me. You wouldn’t believe how many men and women get in an uproar over these flowers.” He lifts his cap up to rustle his hair.
“So when I get you on that thing,” he points to his tractor, “I need you careful, okay? You go over any one of them flowers, and you gon’ have about four or five ladies here lining up to rip you a new one.” He says and you giggle, nodding.
“Now imma’ teach you of course,” he walks you over with him. “She’s not the newest one out. But she’s good, she’s reliable and she gets the job done. She’s bout as old as me,” he says, hopping over and sitting down with a huff, arm over the back of the seat. “She’s a little bumpy too, but it won’t be a problem. The problem is the gear shifts.” He says, and he waits for you to step on, nodding you over.
“Oh-you-you want me to get on now or after?” “Yeah now, I gotta show you how to do it don’t I?” He says, and you nod, duh. You swallow back spit as you reach your leg over and into his lap, looking back at him as you put your hands on the wheel.
“This good?” You ask, and you don’t get an answer as he fixes your positioning, putting your feet in the slots of the vehicle, leaning himself back as he pulls you more onto him, “Like this. I’m only gonna sit with you on it for a little while before you take over on your own, and it’s okay for me but a little big for you. Is that okay?” He asks, and you just barely tune back in to nod a little.
You were too focused on the bulge of his jeans pressing against your crotch, the only thing saving you from sitting on his cock directly was the thick denim you both wore, and though you couldn’t see it, he thought the same. “M’kay,” he holds your hip gently as he pulls the tractor on, bracing you for the bumps that follow.
“Oh!” Your body flushed, heat racing through you as you feel his bulge nudge against you every half second, your grip on the wheel tightening. “Mhm.” He clears his throat, watching your hips, “Yeah, she’s rough n’ loud. You’ll get used to it, it won’t be too bad after a while. Now,” he pulls a lever from the side, which jolts as you wheel forward.
“That’s how you go, and that button is how you start and stop. You can’t go forward without that button first.” He exhaled hard through his nose, feeling your legs spread a little more against him, to get more comfortable he assumed, but it was all the more distracting as you bounce against him.
You fight to keep your eyes open, trying not to get tied up in the pleasure thrusted upon you as you listen to Mr. Cody’s voice over the loud engine of it. “You’re gonna uhm,” he swallows hard, looking away from your body rocking against him, trying to remember what he was gonna say.
“I’m always gonna push it out to where we were, and when you get on you’re gonna always go to the end of the lawn, turn and snake it. You know what I mean by snake it?” “Yeah,” you respond absentmindedly, licking your lips and swallowing hard before you realized what was said. “I-I mean no, no I don’t. Sorry.” You try and lock in, straightening up and tightening on the steering wheel.
He takes in the whiney sound you’d let out, “It’s okay.” He says gently, trying to get a good look at your face from behind, failing. “What I mean is, when you turn,” he pulls the turning lever for you, placing his hands on yours and turning the wheel, his back against yours now that he’s more sat up.
“You’re gonna go all the way down till you meet the rocks of my driveway, and then turn again, restarting. Like a snake.” He puts his arm over the seat, his other hand steady on your body, shirt bunched up under his grip. “O-okay, yeah. Sounds easy enough.” You nod, fighting the little noises that desperately wanna come out of you.
He’s eyeing you, so hard you can almost feel it bore into your head. He just hoped you didn’t feel him hardening under you, though, how could he not? Your hips rock against him so much with this thing he’d thought you were doing it on purpose, and sure the tractor was noisy, but his ears worked fine. Were you doin’ that on purpose too?
And the thing is..you were rocking against him more on purpose, and though you didn’t mean to whine and moan, you did. You couldn’t help it. It felt so, incredibly good against your aching cunt, feeling the friction you hadn’t felt in so long. As much as you tried to shush yourself especially over the loud tractor, a sound or two slipped out every once in a while.
All you could do was pray he didn’t hear you, and pray he didn’t see how your hips roll with every bounce, or your hands that grip the wheel. You’re only snapped out your head when he calls your name louder over the tractor, making you flinch. “Yes sir?” You look back, and his face is flushed as his brows come together.
“You hear me? I asked if you were ok.” He rubs your back, bucking up and adjusting his place. “Yeah, yeah I’m ok. Sorry.” You nod, eyes bouncing back between him, the lawn in front and his bicep that lays on the head of the seat. “You sure? You want me to get off?” He asks, and you shake your head with a quickness.
“No, I’m okay. This is good. Am I too heavy?” You ask, and he gives you a slow nod, assuring you. “Not at all sweetheart, light as a feather.” His hands drifts downwards as he ran his eyes down your body, the curve of your back peaking out of the small cropped tee you had on.
He could see your little panty band peak above your shorts, his head resting on his shoulder. He doesn’t even realize his hand was resting against where your thigh and hip met until he had to pull you back a bit from sliding off him. His hand wrapping around the fat with ease, finding his finger trace along where your thigh busts out the denim.
He sucks in a breath, reminding himself to behave. He wanted to say sorry for touching up on you, but you didn’t seem to mind, in fact, you didn’t seem to have a care in the world. From his view of you, it’d seemed you were really into the work you were putting into his lawn.
Your posture straight, face forward with a hard grip on the wheel, focused. He didn’t even know how you bit into your lip like you wanted it to bleed, forcing your silence as you ride his bulge as sneakily as you could, humping against lightly with each bump against the piece of shit tractor hit.
How were you supposed to manage? He made your brain so fuzzy, his sweat stained shirt, shining muscles, big, rough hands that latched onto your body. And then that face, his gorgeous eyes, chiseled jaw and dimples that just barely shine through.
He was perfect for your sexually neglected cunt, perfect to look at, to think about. Even with the little bit of friction his jeans gave you, you took it in full, it’d been so long. And he could say that same.
Pope didn’t even remember the last time he got some actual tail, it had to have been before he left. He didn’t pursue anyone, it wasn’t what he came for, and he wasn’t ready for anything serious yet. But your plump body perched against him made him want it, he felt like he was drooling over the sight of you, even if it was something as innocent as you simply on his lap.
He found himself pulling you back against his bulge, rocking you against him slightly. And he knew it was wrong, but you wouldn’t notice, right? Not with how the tractor bumped and thumped, no. He felt perverse, he knew it was, but he couldn’t stop.
His mouth parted slightly as he watched your ass against him, almost finding the nerve to grab at you or something. Keeping his hand on your thigh, he sighs harsh, a short whisper to Jesus falling off his tongue. He wants to tell you to get off, that you don’t need him to “help you” anymore. But the more his cock strained against his jeans, the more the thought disappeared, and turned into..something it shouldn’t.
Turning into imagining you on top of him in his recliner, riding him just like this. Ass nudging against his stomach while he bounced you on his cock, hearing you moan into the room while you hold onto his knees. He bites his lip, feeling heat overcome his chest as his mouth parts, blinking harsh.
He thought about how you sounded over the phone, how that word came off your tongue so effortlessly. Daddy. He heard you in his head, actually. Heard you say, “it feels so good, daddy,” “daddy m’gonna cum,” in his ears, and he shudders at the thought.
And before he knew it, his thighs twitches under you, a cold sweat ran down his torso to his aching balls, and he stammered out a shakes gasp, feeling himself cum in his boxers, grabbing at your hips roughly to hoist you off. “Stop, stop the tractor.” He says hurriedly, his foggy mind running a mile a minute. And you obey with a quickness, nervousness running over your body as you stay in the air, your ass in his direct eye sight.
It only makes it harder for him as he sighs, looking down at his pants that haven’t made a spot yet. “Are..are you okay, Mr. Cody? Did I do something?” You look back, seeing his face a deep shade of red as he looks around nervously. “Yeah uh..y-yeah,” he hops up and off the tractor, making you fall back into the seat abruptly, he doesn’t face you, not as he looks down at the mess that grows dark on the denim. “I uhm..sorry babydoll, I gotta run and do something. You finish up, ok?”
He doesn’t wait for your answer as he beelines for the door, cursing himself for something so gross, so..lustful of himself. He stomps to his room, peeling his pants off to see the oozing of his cum stain his boxers, cursing again and running his hands down his face. “God..fucking dammit Pope..” he sighs, throwing his hat down.
She’s his daughter, Pope. Just a little girl, a familiar voice in his head says. Shaking his head, he readies himself, changing out the messy garments and into something fresh, watching you through the blinds to see if you suspected anything, thankfully it seemed foggy to you. He’d die if you found out he came in his pants, because he thought about you calling him daddy, the way you do for your actual dad.
When he looks out the window again, you’re no where to be seen. The tractor still in its spot, unfinished lawn in his face. “Mr. Cody?” Pope hears your voice down the hall, and he quickly fixes his belt before exiting. “I’m down here, honey!” He meets you halfway, catching you in his hallway as if you were gonna come find him yourself.
“Sorry for coming in unannounced..but are you alright? You seem kind of agitated..” you twiddle with the belt loops of your shorts, a nerved expression tainting your face. He should die, for making you worry. He thinks. “Yeah I..yeah, I didn’t mean to startle you. I had to use the bathroom.” He tucks his shirt back in, and you give him a once over. His cheeks are still flushed, his hats discarded behind him, and he’s..in new jeans?
“Okay..I didn’t do anything wrong, right?” Did you feel me throbbing? Did you feel me grind on your bulge, did you hear my moans?? I didn’t mean to, Mr. Cody. I just couldn’t help myself. “No, of course not. How bout we get some water, then we can go back on the land, ok?” He guides you down the hall, his hand on the small of your back, which makes you tingle.
“Are we getting back on the tractor?” You look up at him, and the images that flash in his mind are hellish. “Uh..you can. I think you got it, I’m just taking up space. Then we can work on my hedges.” He’s gotta learn to keep an arms length. Who knows what he’ll do if that happens again.
summary: One secret changes everything. As the Cody family’s carefully buried truths come to light, you find yourself caught between running from the people you love and fighting for them. In the end, loving Pope Cody doesn’t just change your life, it changes the entire family. andrew ‘pope’ cody x f!reader / cw: sexual content/smut, abusive relationship (not andrew), bestie!deran trope, not timeline specific, fix it fic, some parts are dark, mentions of SA/grooming, parental abuse, smurf and baz, manipulation, j redemption arc, murder, violence, major character death, canon show themes, substance use, drinking, gun use, possessive!pope, jealous!pope, soft boy!pope, discussions of mental health, warnings are chapter dependent. total word count: 82.1k amalia’s love note: finally started a masterlist for this series lol, love yall
doe-eyed running to my tranquility (smut, angst)
After escaping your abusive boyfriend, you get pulled into the dangerous world of the Cody family and unexpectedly become the center of Pope Cody’s obsessive attention. As dark secrets unravel around you, Pope grows fiercely protective, pulling you deeper into his chaotic life until the line between safety and danger disappears completely.
take what you want (smut, fluff, angst)
After a job goes wrong, Pope disappears for four days, hiding his injuries and burying himself in silence. But when you finally confront him, you realize his biggest problem isn’t violence, it’s that he doesn’t believe he’s allowed to want or need anything. So you show him exactly how badly you want him to take what’s his.
i love the sick (angst, dark)
What starts as a simple night watching Lena turns into something far more dangerous when Baz leaves you at Smurf’s overnight. As Smurf slowly tightens her grip, quietly isolating you from the outside world, J is the only one who notices the pattern for what it really is and for the first time, he steps between you and his family. The night cracks open the fragile balance you’ve built with the Codys, exposing a darker, more volatile side of Pope Cody that leaves your relationship hanging by a thread and forces long-buried truths dangerously close to the surface.
all my morals shot (smut, dark, angst)
One secret sends you running from the Cody family, but escaping Pope Cody proves impossible. As buried truths come to light and old wounds turn into reckless choices, you’re forced to confront the feelings you’ve been trying to outrun. Meanwhile, Smurf realizes too late that you’ve become a threat, not because you’re using Pope, but because you’re the first person who truly chooses him. And no matter how hard you run, Pope always finds his way back to you.
mirror (fluff, angst)
Vignettes from your years-long friendship with Deran Cody, and the long-overdue conversation that finally puts the pieces back together.
nothing at all (dark, smut, angst)
A phone call from your father cracks open wounds you thought had long since healed. As you struggle to keep yourself together, Pope shows you the terrifying truth about loving a man who would do absolutely anything for you.
siren sounds (angst, smut)
Smurf draws a line in the sand, and suddenly everything you love is at risk. Forced into an impossible choice, you tell a lie that could cost you everything to protect the person who matters most.
stranger danger (dark, angst)
Life. Death. Maybe the line between them was never as wide as people liked to believe. Sometimes it all comes down to a single choice, a single second, and when the dust settles, one person gets to keep living while another doesn’t.
your heart is in your throat as you watch him. gloved fists hitting the punching bag like it's nothing. his face is cut and bruised and, fuck, he looks good.
but your heart is breaking for him.
"what is this?" you ask his mother as you stand beside her.
it's been weeks since you last saw andrew cody. not since he was living in baz's house, looking after lena. you only visited him when it was late, always leaving before lena woke up in the morning. you've been his comfort, someone he could take out his frustrations with.
but that all stopped when he moved back in with smurf, when lena found a good foster family.
yeah, you haven't seen him in weeks. he'd gotten big in those weeks, more muscular than you'd ever seen him. and you can see why, in the way he punches the bag. and, in those weeks, your period was late.
the tests came back positive.
smurf looks at you with a smirk. she wears such a horrible look so well. she walks towards the gate that separates the two of you. "pope, baby," she calls and andrew stops punching the bag. his chest is heaving and he drops his fists. "you've got a visitor."
finally, he turns around.
andrew looks at his mother first, a look full of hatred. you can't blame him, all the late night stories he's told you as you push your fingers through his sweaty curls, all the horrible things smurf has done.
and then he looks at you, his eyes blowing wide.
desperately, andrew has tried to keep you as far away from this life as he could. he doesn't even know how you found this place, doing everything in his power to keep you away.
but here you stand beside his mother.
he looks between you and smurf, his chest still heaving. and, honestly, he looks terrifying. he looks like he wants to hurt something, like you should be running for the hills.
"I'll leave you to catch up, baby," smurf says in a saccharine voice. an act, andrew knows. she's found a new toy, and she wants to play.
andrew watches until she retreats inside of the house. still watching him, always watching him. making sure nobody takes away her favourite weapon.
but your hands are shaking as you step towards him. "andrew," you say and his heart clenches.
he pulls off his gloves and walks towards you. "you shouldn't be here," he says but reaches out for you. fuck, he's missed you. he's missed those late nights at baz's place where you wouldn't even have sex, just hold him, quieting his mind as you brush your fingers through his curls and kiss his forehead like you really love him.
"andrew," you say again as he reaches you. your lip is wobbling and you stretch your arms out towards him. "i gotta tell you something."
immediately, andrew takes you into his arms. he pulls you close as you wrap your arms around his neck, fingers instinctively finding his hair. "what's wrong?" he whispers. he looks up, looks towards the house as if he'll see smurf standing at one of the windows.
and you? you bury your face in his chest and cry.
he holds you for as long as you need him to, lips finding the top of your head. whatever is going on, you need him. just like he's needed you these last few months.
finally, you pull away from him. still sniffling as you wipe the tears from your cheeks. still pretty, even when you're crying. you said something similar to him, once.
you're breathing deeply as you look up at him. several deep breaths as you worked up the courage to tell him whatever you want to tell him. andrew waits patiently, never rushing you to say whatever it is you want to say.
"i'm pregnant."
i'm pregnant.
i'm pregnant.
andrew sucks in a breath. "you're pregnant," he repeats. you nod. "you're pregnant. and it's mine, right?"
you nod again. "yeah, andrew. it's yours."
he kisses you then. hands holding your face, thumbs wiping away tears that continued to fall. i've got you. he didn't need to say it. you know. you know by the way he holds you, by the way he pulls you against his chest.
"i'm scared," you say through your sobs. "i'm so fucking scared."
he looks down at you, his gaze so intense. it's like he want's to make you nervous, but you've seen every vulnerable part of him before. andrew cody couldn't make you nervous if he tried.
he pulls you against his chest and lets you cry. he looks past you, looks back towards the house. you can't stay here with him; it wouldn't be safe for you. you or his baby.
and he's right, smurf is stood at the back door, a tray of cookies in her hand. it's like she planned this whole thing out. you coming over when he's angry, punching the bag. you telling him you're pregnant. it feels calculated. it feels...
it feels like smurf, doing whatever she can to keep him under her thumb.
andrew grabs your shoulders. he holds you away from him, staring into your eyes with that intensity again. "tell me this is real," he says quickly, glancing at smurf behind you as she pushes open the patio door.
"this is real, andrew." you fish through your bag and pull out the pregnancy test.
he takes it from your hands. real. this is real. you're really, really pregnant.
"when did you find out?" he asks quickly. smurf is still approaching and he doesn't want her to know, not yet. not until he gets you away from her and this baby isn't just information she can use against him.
"two weeks ago," you confess. "i didn't want to tell you until I was sure so i've been taking a test every day and then i couldn't find you."
"it's okay," he says quickly and shoves the test into your pocket. "you can't tell smurf. not until i can get away from her."
you swallow and nod. "you know you can come stay with me, right?" you offer.
but he shakes his head. "i can't," he says.
you can't pry, not before smurf walks over. "everything okay over here, baby?" she asks and offers you a cookie. a gooey, chocolatey delicacy that you just know will taste good. but you don't reach out, don't grab one, no matter how desperately you want to.
"we're fine," andrew says, his voice tight and his jaw clenched. "just catching up."
smurf eyes you like she's suspicious of you. your lip wobbles and you can't trust yourself to say anything, to do anything but look at andrew.
but andrew takes your hand and squeezes. "gonna go to deran's bar," he says.
smurf nods her head. "okay, baby," she says and pulls the tray of cookies away. "just be back for dinner." she turns and walks back towards the house. "both of you."
you blow out a nervous breath and look at andrew. but he's looking at you like he's got you, like he's gonna protect you. because he is. you and your baby. from smurf, from the shit she'll try to rope you into, from the control she has over him.
he'll protect you.
i wanted this to be longer, but i'm genuinely so exhausted lmao (more parts to come soon, but i gotta go to work)
SUMMARY ➩ living next to the cody family was already a difficult task to manage and it only gets more complicated when the eldest boy gets back from prison
AUTHORS NOTE ➩ this is mainly for my tiktok followers who want pope fics so bad!! im sorry it took so long my work schedule is sooo crazy but have some time off coming up and able to actually focus on this, hoping for multiple smaller chapters a week since that’ll be easier than a full fledged story!
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There was no way to grow up in Oceanside without hearing something about the Cody family.
It was almost like being told a fairy tale, each story more far fetched than the last with ever changing details depending on who you asked what. Some versions were easy to roll your eyes at, not bothering to believe the more outlandish ones but there was never a way to be certain about what the Cody’s were really up to.
You got a particularly close access point to what could be the truth considering the fact you happened to be living in the house next door to theirs.
It was the sore spot and topic of conversation almost every single breakfast when you were a kid, listening to your dad rant endlessly about the loud parties and the shady looking people going in and out at all hours of the night. Your brother had asked sometime in your teen years why he didn’t just file a complaint if it bothered him so bad, your dad’s lips pursing and him falling silent in response.
You understood quickly why he had never complained about the disturbance when you first met the matriarch of the house next door.
You’d been specifically told to avoid that address when you were setting out to parade the neighborhood for donations to your college fund, a charity event your school had set up for the kids unlikely to receive scholarships.
Yet the sight of the shiny cars in the driveway and the dozen rejections you’d gotten so far had you steeling your nerves and knocking on the door with a firm hand.
Smurf was unlike anybody you’d ever met before and you felt a little ridiculous for the way the breath sucked out of you at the sight of her, something captivating beneath the intimidating energy she didn’t even seem to be trying to emit.
“You lost honey?” Her voice was as mocking as it could be, the sight of you standing there in your uniform clearly amusing to her, and you found yourself falling into a full nervous ramble about what you were trying to do.
She interrupted you before you even got two sentences out, barking over her shoulder for somebody you hadn’t even noticed to go and get her wallet for her.
The man returned, clearly a bit older than you but not aged enough to be her partner under any normal circumstances. He gave you a long stare that would have sent you running back home if it at all felt hardened, instead there was a sense of childlike curiosity about him and your head cocked just as she stepped over to block your view.
She’d lost the humor she had previously but still pressed a few crumbled but generous bills against your chest, sending you back a step or two as you thanked her. Your gratefulness was sent to the door halfway through as it slammed in your face.
You’d seen her a lot more over the years and that meant seeing the others too. At first you thought it was purely coincidence or maybe your parents had let go of their hatred for the neighbors but one sight of your dad leaving their garage with nervous sweats and an envelope told you that something else was going on.
Suddenly you were going to dinners at their house once a month, sitting as politely and silently as you could as the disturbing dynamics of Smurf and her sons made your head spin.
Your dad laughed too hard at jokes that weren’t funny and your mom barely moved at all, keeping half an eye on your brother and the other on the gate that had been shut behind you.
When you were nineteen you heard them fighting, voices loud and afraid as your mom scolded your dad for allowing your brother out with the Cody boys. She seemed more fearful than angry and you sunk back into your room as you once again considered the truth behind all the stories you’d heard.
You weren’t close enough to any of the sons but you did feel a particular sort of disappointment when you heard Pope had been arrested.
He didn’t speak nearly enough for you to consider him somebody you even really knew but there was a certain comfortability that came with both being equally as out of place in a room full of people. There was the lack of disrespectful and lewd comments that helped too, something his brothers couldn’t seem to help themselves from once you were an adult.
There had even been the handful of times that he had scolded them, a sharp glare or a hard hand against the back of their heads that made them hiss in annoyance.
You didn’t bother thanking him, figuring that would just make him uncomfortable anyways but you had hoped the look you’d send his way was enough for him to understand.
You were glad at least one of them wasn’t a creep, grateful there was someone else in the room who couldn’t quite seem to grasp what was going on.
Smurf either took a liking to you once you matured or the absence of her oldest son made her more willing to allow guest because you suddenly found yourself spending a lot more time there. There was a certain allure to the mystery around them and their close bonds, something your own home next door was severely lacking.
You even had your own little corner of belongings in one of the guest bedrooms, your favorite morning drink in the fridge and your clothes mixed into the piles outside the dryer.
Three years passed slowly with Pope gone and you could tell the family was conflicted with how to deal with it. Smurf almost seemed content despite how she claimed to be suffering the most without him there, the other brothers filled the void with each other and whatever else got their blood pumping.
Which was clearly not doing the dishes because you had been scrubbing for what felt like hours and still had yet to make a dent in the pile up. Normally Smurf kept things pretty close in order but she’d left earlier that morning to go pick up her grandson and asked, or demanded technically considering her tone, you make sure the house was decent for his arrival.
You liked the house a lot better when it was empty and you didn’t feel like somebody was always listening around the corners, voices dropping to whispers when you walked past adding a hint of paranoia.
The paranoia seemed to linger even when you were by yourself in the middle of the daytime however considering the soft noise from down the hall made your shoulders tense, breath catching and hands faltering with the dish for a split second.
You ignored it the best you could until it happened again and now you made a point of turning off the running water so you could hear the undeniable sound of footsteps clearer.
“Smurf?” You called and the way it echoed weirdly made your bones chill. The footsteps stopped completely and that only managed to make you feel worse, worse enough that you reached over as slowly as you could manage and gripped the handle of one of the kitchen knives.
You were nearly silent as you moved out of the kitchen and up the few stairs, barely getting to turn a corner before you were hitting a chest.
You weren’t sure if you dropped the knife on instinct or if the grip around your wrist was tight enough for you to lose feeling, the jerky motion you pulled being met with no lax made you believe it might be the second. You only felt a little bit of relief when you realized who it was and then it was followed by a new type of fear.
There had been plenty of people who warned you about the Cody’s and a dozen more who warned you about one of them specifically.
Pope wasn’t looking at you, eyes locked on where the knife had landed with a clatter in between your feet. He was closer than you had realized, the hold on your wrist stopping you from stumbling back when you had bumped into him.
“Pope.” It came out in a breath of surprise, eyes widening as your brain seemed to catch up with the fact he was supposed to be serving out a sentence miles from here.
“You’re here.” He said back and it was in that slow and calculated way he always spoke, low enough that it sounded threatening but too dazed to make you think he could be any real danger. You knew well enough by now to know that wasn’t true so you stayed stiff as that gaze finally landed on your face. “In my house.”
You had half a second where you wanted to question him for being there too before realizing why that would be incredibly stupid.
“Smurf will be back soon.” You landed on instead, voice as soft as you could possibly make it as your eyes shifted across his face for any sign he might relax. “Welcome home Pope.”
His grip loosened at that, lingering for another few seconds before he was letting you go. It stung a little where the pressure had released and you put it down to your side without looking to see if it was red or not, deciding it was better to check on it later.
Pope stepped to the side and walked around you, keeping his strong gaze on you the entire time until he turned the corner into the kitchen.
Smurf returned only a bit later to find you sitting at the island in the kitchen, dishes put away other than the one you were sipping vodka out of. She gave you a look of confusion that was interrupted by a light commotion coming from within the house, heading in the direction of where you figured Pope had disappeared too.
You were curious what her reaction to him being home early would be, if she would be relieved or disappointed. You never could make sense of her emotions and you didn’t think it was even worth trying with this one.
You’d gone home, nearly sneaking out in your efforts to not run into any of them again on your way. It was all futile considering you knew you’d be back again in a few hours for dinner but you found yourself craving the simple act of laying in your bed and wondering what exactly you were doing with your life.
The thought of ghosting the Cody’s completely was the main thing circulating your head as you made your way back up the driveway after the sun had set, sighing as you punched in the gate code. It was a bit of a relief to see things were relatively normal, Deran and Craig arguing about something and Baz in quiet conversation with the younger boy you assumed had to be the grandson.
You waved briefly before heading into the kitchen where you found Smurf pulling things out of the oven.
“Honey will you go get Pope for me?” She said in that weirdly maternal tone she would get sometimes and you faltered before nodding, debating for a second if you should tell her how much you didn’t really want to do that.
It was that you were necessarily scared of Pope despite the things you had heard. You’d known him for a while before he was locked up and you’d never even seen him raise his voice but there was a certain type of unhinged presence that came just from his stare and shaky voice.
You weren’t really sure where to begin looking so you tried his old room before realizing it had been given away, hesitating in the hallway before peeking behind a few more doors you rarely explored. It turned out you didn’t need to find him at all because he was suddenly right behind you when you fully turned to go back to Smurf in defeat.
“Oh.” You nearly gasped at the sight of him, eyes turned upwards at his face in the dark hallway. He was standing there silently, shoulders tensed and squared as he watched you.
“What are you doing?” He asked lowly and his head tilted as he spoke, slowly with each word.
“Looking for you actually.” You breathed out and you were surprised at how steady you managed to sound despite the nerves building back up in your stomach as he continued to just stare at you. His eyes narrowed in confusion at your words and you sighed softly. “Smurf sent me to get you for dinner.”
“Tell her I’m not hungry.” He said flatly and there was a hint of something bitter in his voice that made you think their first day back together hadn’t been going so well.
You gave him a long look, taking in the short crop of his hair and the way he had bulked up while locked away. By the time you met his stare again, he was already watching you closely which didn’t surprise you in the slightest and you sighed softly as your shoulders slumped.
“Please don’t make me tell her that.” You asked of him softly, making your voice drop low like you were telling him a secret.
It really wasn’t that big of a deal but you both knew Smurf would take personal offense to him willingly missing a meal and you also figured she was wanting to keep a close eye on him with a house full of people.
He didn’t reply for a long enough time for it to feel awkward and you felt a little bit like a kid who had gotten in trouble but you tried not to let that show on your face. You didn’t want to upset him and it was easy enough to convince yourself that feeling was for a simpler reason than it probably was.
“She scares you.” He rasped eventually and it came out like a statement and not a question, like he had just decided that for you.
You sighed again and your shoulders raised in a half shrug before you were glancing back to the end of the hallway like you’d somehow be able to escape this conversation sooner than later if you stared long enough.
“Not necessarily.” You answered quietly and he blinked at you when you stopped short. “I just don’t want to upset her, especially after…”
You trailed off before you could mention Julia, almost remembering all at once that she was his twin sister and not just another member of the family. There’d be little to no mention of her for as long as you’d known the Cody’s and it had taken you a few seconds to even recall who she was when you heard Baz whispering about it earlier today, the lack of emotion or real care in his voice not assisting you at all.
Pope’s jaw tightened at the empty space you’d left in the air and you knew he was smart enough to know exactly what you were referring to, especially given the guilt that was no doubt coating your face.
“She’ll be fine.” He said abruptly and it was the sharpest you’d heard him speak in your direction, a tone normally reserved for the youngest brothers when they needed a particular hard lesson served or when you used to overheard him and Baz arguing. It made your chest twist in upset and that feeling only worsened when he turned on his heel and disappeared back into his dark room.
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• at the foot of your bed (guard dog!pope) | EXPLICIT, w.c. 2.4k
pope isn't a bad dog. he doesn't know why he bites. but he knows he does. and because of that, you need to stay away from him
ꜱᴀᴍᴍʏ ʙʀʏᴀɴᴛ
LONGER STORIES
• 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗌 | EXPLICIT (eventually) - ongoing series
when you're called to the site of a murder, you realize the two bodies are on opposite sides of the city line. being a new detective, your supervisor sees this as a perfect opportunity for you to get some mentorship from LAPD detectives. unfortunately, the case is not as open-and-shut as you thought, and over the course of the investigation, you find yourself falling for one of the detectives you're supposed to be learning from.
Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four, Five
DRABBLES
• tying him up | EXPLICIT; w.c. 700
you and sammy have a free-use arrangement and he's looking too scrumptious to ignore (request-ish)
