pope who you find sitting at the edge of your bed, watching you sleep. pope who comes to you in the middle of the night, torso naked and flushed, skin smelling like freshly cut grass and gunpowder, a man you somehow know hasn't even thought of cheating. pope who lays stiff as stone while you climb all over him, nuzzling into the nape of his neck that has never been touched kindly.
pope who stopped going to the beach after lena was taken. pope who lets you take him by the hand to hear the waves at midnight, something you would have been too afraid to do before the guard dog at your side.
andrew who has never been taught kindness or love or anything sweet without poison. andrew who treats you with the same carefulness he uses to clean his gun, aware that he plays too rough and can break things without realizing.
andrew who finally gets sleep for the first time in days, cuddled up in your arms. andrew, who stops hearing ghosts.
18+ ⫶ SADLE UP SHY GIRL ℘ requested
timid, yet needy reader rides jack abbot for the first time.
this typically isn’t how things would go.
you wouldn’t be barricading either side of your boyfriend’s hips with your thighs, slowly rocking your hips in his — watching the way his dick disappears between the folds of your pussy before peeking back out as the blush colored tip grazes sweet against your clit.
“what happened to waitin’, sweet’art?” jack grunts, steadying himself against the mattress, propping onto the back of his elbows. his eyes fixated on just how desperate your movements really are, while grinding flush against his cock and whimpering softly.
“i can’t wait …” you whine, almost too desperately as you rock your hips deeper into his. it honestly felt as if your clit was about the burst. the way it throbbed with each passing friction of skin to skin contact — you need it, you need him.
you pulled one of your hands underneath your body, soft palms fumbling at jack’s length, trying to grab at it. earning a groan from jack because what a fucking sight to behold — his pretty girl, you… trying so hard to make yourself feel good on his cock.
he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t harder than ever before, watching the same girl he’d fuck into mattress missionary-style while hiding her face with a pillow on top of him right now.
“tryna’ be a big girl, huh?” he teases with a grin, flashing one of his canines as he reaches a hand underneath you — dwarfing your hand that’s holding the base of his length as he wraps his hand over yours.
“gotta lift those hips up a bit more.” he rasps low and gruff, giving your ass a soft tap with his free hand. “yeah— that’s it, baby.” he praises as you raise your hips while he positions himself in a way that’ll make it easier for him to ease in. “and, juuusttt like that.” he drags out the vowel as he guides your hips down before you’re pushing his hands away from your hips.
your palms pressed flat against his chest, trying to find an equilibrium of balance while tucking your under his thighs. “oh? guess you know what you’re doing, yeah?” his eyebrows raise, and the corner of his eyes wrinkle once he lets out an amused chuckle.
a warm buzzing feeling runs through your body when you nod your head. your lips pursed together as you slowly allow yourself to sink further down into jack’s lap — such an overwhelming stretch, feeling the way he stuffs you full almost immediately as the head of his dick nudges against the hilt.
“oh—f-fuck ..” a moan escapes your throat, before catching your bottom lip in-between your teeth in attempt to stifle the sounds you’re making. you lift your hips, your walls involuntarily squeezing around jack’s length as you drop your ass against his pelvis with a broken moan.
you’re raising your hips again, finding that perfect rhythm as you drop right against that sweet spot inside of you over and over again. completely conscious of how sloppy and inexperienced your bouncing may be, but it feels too good to stop.
“mmh, jack.” you whimper, lashes fluttering open when he doesn’t respond because he’s usually vocal and praising you.
your movement comes to a slow halt once you realize that his eyes are already on you — feeling the embarrassment kick in once you see how his eyes drag from your face, down to place where you two are connected making your tummy folds.
the way he’s just lying there, hands rested alongside your ankles, fixated on you fucking yourself dumb on his cock like an animal in heat. his jaw locked tight, letting out guttural groans that sound closer to growls as he restrains himself from doing things his way.
“stop looking at me like thaat.” you dragged, averting your gaze somewhere else because you’re too shy to hold eye contact. breaking jack out of his trance, “lookin’ at you like what, baby?” his eyes are low, pupils blown wide unable to control his aching lust as he twitches inside you. “like that, stop!” your eyes flicker elsewhere — reaching your arms out, an the last thing jack’s seeing is that pretty pout displayed on your lips as your hands close in near his face.
your palms press above his nose, covering his eyes. “hmm.. this your solution, yeah?” jack’s lashes flutter against your palms with a big grin plastered across his face, he loves when you get like this. too shy to let him watch you bounce on him, yet there you are. picking back up from where you left off as if he hadn’t already seen you before.
“y-yes.” you moan in response, rocking your body back and forth against jack — trying to find back your rhythm, though failing miserably while losing balance. “what’s the matter, hun’? having trouble?” he asks, feeling your staggered movements about his hands slide up your forearms, down to hold at your wrists until you’re pulling away and pushing his hands towards his face instead.
“keep your hands right there.” you instruct, halting your movements ensuring that he’s actually listening before continuing. your hands finding its place against jack’s chest, stabilizing your position — feeling jack’s diaphragm vibrate against your palms as he lets out a low groan. “s—shit.” he curses underneath his breath. “you’re gonna be the end of me, y’know that?” he murmurs, gravely tone slick in lust.
you can barely respond. not when his cock’s stuffing you full, nuzzling perfect against that sweet spot inside of you. “mmph, j—just keep your eyes… off me.” you pant, feeling every inch graze your sensitive walls.
“whatever you say, sweetheart.” the words came out gruff as jack tosses his head back, throwing an arm over his eyes to keep them covered — deciding to indulge in your cute, yet silly request even if he’d already seen every inch of your body seconds ago.
and as impractical as your request could get. it didn’t change the fact that his vision was capped, voluntarily granting your wishes with you on top, riding him as if there were no tomorrow.
cw: sub! pope, f! reader, kinda dom! reader, pope finds your vibrator, hints of hyperspermia, overstimulation, very loose pwp, aftercare, pet names, andrew being a #goodboy as per usual, given consent
a/n: sorry for the small break in content !! work has been beating me down lately ughhh, and apologies if the ending was a bit rushed- BUT i hope you all enjoyyyy, xoxo
andrew hadn’t meant to go through your things, really, it was an honest mistake! well, more like a morbid curiosity, but he really didn’t mean to!
he was putting away your clean laundry, neatly folded and ready to take their rightful place in the mess of what you call a dresser. the top shelf wasn’t the worst.
the underwear drawer. the warmth filling his cheeks spread to his chest in a sense of pride- proud of you for keeping everything neat. well…as neat as you could. mismatched socks folded into each other, a few pairs of panties spread out instead of being neatly folded, and a few pairs of ripped stockings shoved to the back and forgotten about when they needed to be in the trash.
he made quick work of organizing the fabrics, adding the clean pairs neatly in their respective places, before moving on to the next few drawers.
those were full of your typical clothes- shirts, tank tops, jeans and shorts. easy enough to go through, just put the assigned clothes with their matching counterparts before moving on.
the last drawer was where he felt his jaw tighten in soft annoyance.
the pajama drawer. where you sifted through and threw clothes around constantly. a heap of silk, cotton, and a few of his old shirts he let you “borrow” (you had swiped them from him when spending the night at his place, he was just too whipped to scold you over them. that and seeing you in his clothes drove him absolutely insane).
he smirked at the thought, holding onto the handles of the drawer before beginning the same task he’s been at for the last 45 minutes. sleep tops on one side of him, sleep shorts and pants on the other, and whatever miscellaneous tops and bottoms he pulled out behind him.
he reached for one of his old shirts that was shoved further in the back, grabbing onto the bunched up fabric with a bit more force than necessary before recoiling at the sudden vibrations coming from the offending shirt.
“i guess you found my night time helper, huh?”
he turned to face where you stood in the doorway, chest moving a bit faster at the sudden fright, eyebrows almost touching his hairline, eyes wide and filled with curiosity at your statement.
“your..what?”
“my vibrator, andrew. thought i hid it well enough, but you caught me.”
andrew’s face heated up once more, flushing down the tanned sides of his neck, hands twitching at his side. you sidled up beside him, reaching in and turning off the offending object in question, pulling out the pretty pink massage style vibrator before rolling it between your palm and fingers and then presenting it to him like it was a prized possession (which it is!).
andrew’s face grew a few shades darker, mind reeling with lewd imagery of you sprawled out in the middle of your shared bed, legs spread wide, the vibrator pressed heavily against your clit, calling out his name in the empty that he usually occupies beside you , causing his pants to tighten too fast for his liking. his throat bobbed, clouded hazel eyes meeting yours in a familiar hungry stare.
“use this little piece of heaven when you’re out on a job for a few days…you wanna try it?”
his shoulders squared back at the idea, head tilted in faux apprehension, eyes glazed over at the idea.
“you want to try it on me?”
“i mean, i have thought about how you’d react to it if you let me use it on you..so yeah, i want to try it on you.”
…and that’s how he ended up laid out on the mattress, pants discarded somewhere across the room, boxers shoved below his heavy balls, shirt pulled up to rest under his chin. you sat between his thick thighs, peppering kisses across the taut muscles of his built abdomen before sitting up on your haunches.
the vibrator sat heavy in your hand, hovering just a few inches above the head of his cock that laid at attention, curving towards his stomach.
“you ready, andy?”
“mhm, yeah..”
“aww, no need to be scared, baby. i’ll go easy on ya, mkay?”
you cooed softly at his response, leaning over so that your face hovered over his cock before trickling a bit of spit down his shaft, using your free hand that rested against his thigh to spread the saliva against the area, paying extra attention to the weeping slit, mixing the pre with your spit for extra lubrication.
andrew whimpered at the sudden contact, twitching against your palm, hips rutting against the contact before you pulled your hand away, causing another stuttered whine to leave his parted lips before they formed a frustrated pout, eyebrows furrowed together in frustration.
the silicone head of the vibrator made contact with his flushed head again, this time with a little more force, teasing along the slit to collect more pre before pressing the button that switched the toy on.
the sudden vibrations caused andrew to jolt, the lowest setting sending waves of pleasurable sensations throughout every nerve ending in his body.
his arms jerked around slightly from where they sat, hands gripping the sheets, thighs tensing up slightly from where you sat between them. his hips bucked erratically, chasing after the vibrations each time you pulled the toy away, whining nasally through his nose, pants shaking in his chest as he gripped the sheets harder and harder.
“such a good boy, andy. so good for me, baby, yeah?”
andrew nodded along to your voice, curls whipping around, some plastered to his forehead with the sweat that collected there.
you moved the toy along his shaft, clicking the plus button when you reached the base to increase the strength of the vibrations, causing his legs to begin twitching with the sudden rise of the vibrations.
“fuck! fuck, i’m close, please, sweetheart, please, can i cum? can i cum? i’m so close, fuck.”
andrew’s hips chased after the toy as you dragged it along the prominent vein on the underside of his cock, a smirk permanently fixated on your lips as your eyes were focused on the muscles that clenched along the expanse of his stomach.
“be a good boy and cum for me andy.”
your hand dragged the vibrator back to the underside of the head of his cock, clicking the increase button once more. andrew’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his hips thrusting up against the toy in your hand.
his thighs flexed once more, the abs decorating his stomach clenching before his hips stilled. ropes and ropes of cum flew from his cock, a heavy groan, almost a growl, fell from his lips as his hips thrusted with each release.
your hand smoothed over the flexed muscles in his thighs, watching as his head was thrown back, the muscles in his throat working overtime to suck much needed air into his lungs as his orgasm continued to rip through his body.
a pool of his spend collected along the valley of his stomach, one rope shooting so far up that it slid down the middle of his chest.
only when his cock began to soften, his body shaking uncontrollably, and the threat of unshed tears from overstimulation did you turn the toy off.
andrew’s body deflated against the soft sheets, his sweat slick back cooling against the material as his hands finally unlatched from their strong hold before he carded them through his messy curls.
you trotted off to the bathroom, grabbing a wet rag before coming back and wiping up the mess that was spilled all over his stomach and chest.
once he was cleaned up, you tossed the rag in the direction his pants had flown to earlier, settling into andrew’s side as he shuffled his boxers back up his hips, his shirt still hiked up under his chin, allowing the bronzy skin of his chest and stomach to dry in the chilled ac of your bedroom.
“did such a good job, andy. did you enjoy yourself, honey?”
“yeah..can we..can we try that again some other time?”
author's note: based on that one tweet by shawn hatosy. pls appreciate me writing this while being sick as fuck, sorry in advance if there are mistakes
divider: @/pixopix
“you're so perfect, god” sammy mumbles against your lips, his hands roaming up and down your back.
you whimper into his mouth as a response. the ache between your thighs gets worse with each swipe of his tongue against yours.
the two of you had just gotten back from a fancy little dinner, one that sammy had insisted upon after being so busy the past week that you two barely had time to see each other. it was torture, sitting through dinner with him. he was so sweet the entire time, being so gentlemanly and treating you so good. it took every ounce of your self control to not drag him by his shirt to the nearest bathroom and have your way with him there.
which is why you all but jumped on him the second you entered your apartment, the door hadn't even closed yet and your tongue was already in his mouth.
now, here you are, standing in the middle of your bedroom and making out like a couple of teenagers.
“want you so bad, sammy” you whisper as your hands start to fiddle with the buttons of his shirt.
he grunts when your nails meet the skin of his chest, dragging all the way down to the pudge of his tummy.
“know you do, honey, you're not subtle, y'know?” sammy teases, the little smile on his lips makes your heart melt. he undoes the zipper of your dress, drags the straps off your shoulders, and lets the fabric fall and pool at your ankles.
“christ.” he groans when the black lace set you put on is revealed to him. his hands grip your hips as his head dives down to your neck, lips planting hot kisses on your skin. the lingering scent of your perfume makes him dizzy, and makes his cock harder, almost to a painful degree.
the sweet noises you make in his ear pushes him to give your neck a little bite, he gives an appreciative hum at the sound of your squeal.
sammy comes up to find your lips again as his hands trail up your back to reach your bra. you feel him fiddle with the clasp, excitement brewing within you to finally be rid of it and potentially have his mouth on you.
your bra doesn't come off in the next few seconds.
you think maybe it's because he's too focused on kissing you but his hand is twisting and pulling at your bra. sammy lets out a frustrated grunt and curses, “these goddamn-”
it makes you giggle.
“don't laugh at me” he frowns.
“m'sorry, baby” you coo, still giggling.
to his credit, sammy is still trying. “why make them so complicated?-”
“what, scary detective bryant is bested by a bra clasp?” you tease.
in one swift movement, he spins you around, your back to him so he can face the stupid contraption that is your bra.
“you should just stop wearing these around me, y'know.” he murmurs, “makin' me suffer here.”
“and make things easy for you? but i like making you work for it”
you hear it before you feel it, sammy sighs in relief when finally the clasp is undone.
hands back on your hips, he turns you back around and with one hand he pulls the bra off you and tosses it aside.
“now, let's see how you like it when i make you work for it.”
I absolutely love a witchy girlfriend for pope, and it got me thinking about him and his cutesy little girlfriend, and he's shocked when he learns she has a "creepy" hobby, such as picking up animal bones or something like that.
Xxx
🍃Tags/Warnings🍃: just plain fluff ( Pope finding his true love ), SoftGirly!Reader turns to Creepy!Reader fast lol, talks of witch craft
🍃Plot🍃: After a job leads to Pope hiding out in a random crystal shop, the family’s confused on what the hell the owner sees in Pope. Turns out, he’s not the scarier of the two..
🍃Characters🍃: Pope Cody x Fem!Reader
🍃Title🍃: My Girlfriend is a Witch
🍃A/N🍃: as a practicing witch, baby, I just know Pope would be all in and it makes my heart happy lol. I really hope you like it!
((Requests are ALWAYS open))
Masterlist
No one could understand it.
She seemed so.. Normal.
All smiles and giggles and, sure, she had a little… Odd way of dressing, and the things she’d say about the moon and cards threw most of the family members off, but Pope seemed to really like her. She was nowhere near Craig or Baz’s type. Yet she was still charming enough.
The entire family just couldn’t see it.
She was a business owner, funny, smart, bubbly, and a league away from the norm of their world, yet she fit right in. None of Pope’s habits seemed to scare her.
He could stand as close as he wanted to her, and she’d smile.
He could watch her like a hawk with an unreadable look on his face, and she’d playfully wave.
He could take down a whole platter of ribs in front of her, and she’d tease him lightheartedly while wiping at his face.
Pope couldn’t see it either. Why him? How him? But one at a time, eventually, all of the Cody family members would come to learn that Pope? Wasn’t the scariest one in the relationship..
These are those times..
{ Number One: The Animal Bones }
“Andy…” Y/N whispers playfully. She always kept her voice low early in the morning as to not startle him. Pope was already a light sleeper. He opens his eyes and allows reality to seep back into his frontal lobe as he looks at his girlfriend in soft adoration.
“I gotta go. I just wanted to say good morning..” She says gently. Pope hated whenever he woke up in his bed all alone because she’d slipped away. It was a rule in their now one month relationship that even if he was asleep, she’d wake him for a proper goodbye.
“Work?” He whispers, forcing himself to wake up more. “I’ll drive you..” He says.
“No, no.” Y/N says fast, voice still quiet as she places a hand on his chest to stop him from sitting up fully. “I’m hiking.” She informs, making Pope frown a bit. She went hiking at least once a month and it was always an all day process. Usually, he didn’t mind the time spent away because he’d always be busy on a job, but.. He had nothing to do today.
“I.. Do you have to go today?” He asks carefully. She nods fast, as if pushing it off for another time would just be crazy. He sighs a bit and Y/N takes note.
“You can come with me..” She offers after a second or so. Pope looks up from his hands, pulled from his thoughts. He blinks for only a second before nodding fast.
“Yeah. Uh.. Yeah, let me get ready..” He says fast, getting up from the bed.
“I’ll pack extra gloves.” Y/N says excitedly while clapping her hands. It makes him pause.
“What?” He asks as he rushes to get a shirt on.
“Gloves! For the bones..” Y/N chuckles as if he should know this. Pope freezes. Y/N is slightly put off by the look that comes across his face, eyes getting dark.
“We have to hide a body?” He asks quietly.
“What?!” Y/N asks as he quickly snaps out of his previous mindset. “Andy, no! Animal bones..” She fusses.
He blinks slowly, taking a moment to really register her confusion. “Animal?” He asks, maybe to just clarify.
“Yes! I use certain bones for totems. For my alter. Then when I feel their energy depleting, I go looking for more..” She explains as Pope slowly nods, letting her.. Hobby truly sink in.
Finally, he speaks.
“Okay.”
Y/N smiles softly as she sits on the edge of the bed, watching him get dressed.
“Keep this in mind, Andy. I need at least two teeth or claw bones for protection for both of us, at least one spine for stability, and..” She lists before pausing. “Oh!” She says as if remembering. “I really hope I can find a Baculum bone..” She mutters mostly to herself.
“What’s that used for..?” Pope asks, already curious.
“Sexual energy..” Y/N smiles warmly at a now bashful looking Pope. He finishes the last few buttons on his shirt and Y/N stands from the bed, ready to go. She does pause in the doorway of their room though to look up at Pope.
“Would you have really helped me hide a body?” She asks curiously now, remembering the momentary confusion between the two.
“Yeah..” Pope says, voice quiet. He didn’t even have to think about it. Y/N pouts happily at his quick response.
“Awe..” She giggles before kissing his cheek..
{ Number Two: The Freezer }
“Jesus!” J hisses as he turns on the kitchen light, coming face to face with Y/N as she mixes something in a ceramic mug. He sighs, hand moving to rub his chest.
“You fucking scared me..” He notes as she only hums, eyes still down casted towards her drink. J shifts a bit, hesitating before walking into the kitchen fully. He was starved, and it was almost 1am. He could just ignore the weird behavior for now if it meant getting something in his system.
“Is uh… Pope’s sleeping?” He asks as his eyes scan the cabinet, just trying to make conversation as he searches for something good enough.
“Nope.” Y/N says, voice coming out more dull than it usually is. She pops the ‘p’ in that one word, as if pissed. J shifts a bit. She probably knew. He kind of turns to face her from over his shoulder, seeing her already watching him. He quickly turns back to the cabinet.
She definitely knew.
Earlier in the evening, Pope and J had gotten into it over some blueprints. It wasn’t one of their worst arguments, but it wasn’t pretty.
“Huh. Kind of late.” J tries.
“Yeah. He can’t sleep. Hence the brew.” She mutters, tone tight. J slowly nods, not knowing what to say to that. He instead turns to the fridge now.
“Yeah. You know. Business.” J shrugs, trying to keep his tone light. He can feel her eyes on him..
“No. I don’t know ‘business’..” She says slowly. “But I do know… That if you piss Pope off again.. I’ll put you in my freezer…” The threat comes out soft and slow. Most of the things Y/N says comes out that way. J pauses at the fridge, turning slowly to face Y/N now. He can’t help but raise an eyebrow.
“Like… You’re gonna try and shove me in your freezer?” He almost chuckles now.
“Not you, physically..” She clarifies, voice calm and expression still gentle. J shifts a bit, not liking how she had to specify it wouldn’t be a physical thing…
“Then what do you..” He trails off, deciding it’s best to just let it go. “I.. Noted.” He brushes off the urge to argue.
“Good.” Y/N says softly as J turns back to the fridge. “Because, J?” She asks. He looks back at her. “You wouldn’t like it in there…” She warns quietly, the corners of her lips twitching slight as if trying not to smile at the thought.
J quickly closes the fridge.
“Yeah, Imma.. I’ll just grab something outside..” He says fast before walking out of the kitchen.
{ Number Three: The Cards }
“We’re going out tonight, right?”
The question leaves Craig’s mouth before he can stop himself. He knows the answer before Pope even has a moment to shake his head.
“I can’t. Movie night.” He says simply as Craig groans over dramatically.
“Come on, Pope. Ditch her for one night..” Craig tries. He knows deep down his brother won’t do it though. He’s down bad, and Craig can only watch in disappointment as his brother slowly morphs into a well kept house cat..
“I told Y/N tonight was for us. I can’t go back on that..” Pope says simply as he overlooks the ocean from the boardwalk they were hanging out at. They were waiting for Deran so they could finally call it a night.
“Well, just tell her your sick..” Craig shrugs.
“I’m not sick.” Pope points out.
“No, I know you aren’t!” Craig huffs, getting annoyed already. “Just tell her you are. Say you’re staying home. Then you can hang out tonight..” He explains.
Pope hesitates, and for a brief moment, Craig thinks he’s convinced him. Then, ever so slowly, Pope shakes his head again. “I can’t.” He mutters as Craig sighs heavily with an eye roll, feeling defeated.
“I can’t lie to Y/N, man.” Pope continues simply. “She’ll find out eventually..” He states.
“Oh..” Craig says, nodding like he understands now. “What? She’s got like.. A tracker on your phone?” He asks. Pope pauses, finally looking away from the beach’s beautiful sunset to eye his younger brother.
“What? No.” He says fast. “It’s..” He sighs with a shift of his footing. “The cards..” He finally explains. Craig stares at him blankly.
“The what?” Craig asks.
“The cards, man. The cards will tell her..” Pope nods certainly. Craig blinks a bit, letting a beat of silence sit between them before he softly talks.
“See..” He finally says slowly. “You gotta stop saying weird shit like that, man.” He says to Pope before dropping the topic completely.
That was until dinner two nights later. Y/N waited for a moment where her and Craig could be alone so she could look him directly in the eyes. Height difference be damned. “Don’t ever pressure Pope again, okay?” She asks gently, voice eerily calm. Craig is stunned for a split second before laughing it off, trying to crack a joke only to have her walk away.
Feeling off afterwards, Craig found Pope. “You told on me, man. What are you? A baby?” He tries to taunt, but Pope just looks at him as if completely lost.
“The.. Our conversation. Going out.” Craig informs fast to ring a bell. “Y/N just told me not to try that again.” He informs.
“I.. Didn’t tell her anything.” Pope says, voice still calm. Craig chuckles.
“You’re fucking with me.” He says as Pope just shakes his head.
“The cards. I told you..” He says simply as he walks away.
Craig never found out for sure if Pope and Y/N were just messing with him, but.. He never tested it again..
{ Number Four: The Butterfly }
“Pope! We gotta go, man!” Baz shouts as the door behind him opens. Y/N walks in happily, balancing brown paper bags full of groceries in both arms. Baz quickly moves to help her, putting on that charming smile that doesn’t trick Y/N in the slightest. But, she plays nice…
“Thanks.” She sighs as they set the bags in the kitchen before she remembers something.
“Oh!” She quickly rushes off towards her alter and opens a drawer before walking back over to Baz. “Pope and I are celebrating our three months this weekend. You know him best..” She begins as hands over the frame.
“You think he’ll like it?” She asks as Baz looks at the frame and freezes, almost dropping it. Inside the display frame was a butterfly.
“It’s a Common Buckeye..” She smiles, as if proud of herself.
“Oh god..” Baz mutters as he gets a bit squeamish, handing the frame right back.
“Isn’t it pretty?” Y/N asks, ignoring the look on his face as she admires her handiwork on this gift. “So?” She turns back to Baz. “You think Pope’s gonna like it?” She asks eagerly.
“I uh…” Baz hesitates. “Is it… Alive?!” He asks finally, hands rubbing at his jeans.
“What?! No!” Y/N giggles at that. She carefully sets it down on the counter top. “Found her in my garden. I don’t like pests in my things..” Y/N explains gently.
Baz opens his mouth. He can’t even begin to speak. Y/N continues on though.
“Do you know how long it takes to find one that’s dead but in perfect condition? Especially a beautiful one like this?” She asks as she shakes her head at her luck.
“You… Did you.. Kill-” Y/N gasps, cutting Baz off yet again.
“Of course not!” She says. “But I do go hunting.” She adds. Baz eyes the butterfly, having to look away again at how weird it looked.
“You… You picked up and framed a dead butterfly?” He asks finally.
Oh yeah, Pope and Y/N deserved each other.
“You can’t just pick it up..” Y/N shakes her head. “It takes so much patience and gentle movements. You have to carefully grab it by the thorax to avoid rubbing off the wing scales, then you need to very slowly soften the-” It’s Baz’s turn to interrupt now.
“Pope! I’ll be waiting in the car!” He calls before walking out of the house..
{ Number Five: The (Not) Water }
“Don’t drink that!”
Deran almost drops the glass mason jar as Y/N rushes over to him. She grabs the cold jar out of his hands just as Pope comes into the kitchen. The two men had been working in the living room when Deran go thirsty.
He’d made his way into the kitchen like he’d done a hundred times before and found a jar of water.
“What?! What’s wrong with the water?!” Deran asks, staring at Y/N like she’s nuts. She looks at him in the exact same fashion.
“This isn’t water!” She scoffs before moving to put it back in the fridge. Pope also shakes his head as if Deran should know that.
“What the hell is it, then?” He asks as both Pope and Y/N walk out of the kitchen, leaving him utterly confused and freaked out.
walk 'em like a dog — andrew 'pope' cody x sweetheart!reader.
andrew 'pope' cody has a specific walk that has people stepping aside before they even realize what they did. his gait is heavy, footfalls resounding like a small earthquake with each step, broad shoulders pitching forward as though he's mid-stride to a sprint. just his bearing alone resembles a feral guard dog, something not unlike a cane corso or a rottweiler, whenever his brows are furrowed and his gaze is set on a destination.
everyone knows better than to get in his way.
but you aren't just anyone. you're his girl, his treasure, his pretty thing. beside his hulking frame, you're an absolute darling, sweetheart incarnate. from your perfectly made up hair to the tips of your button-pink painted toenails, you look as delicate as cotton candy.
though not as fragile.
you've got andrew wrapped around your little pinky, calling him to heel with just a sweet simper of his given name and a gentle cradled palm to his sharp jaw. his brothers watch in awe and mild disgust at how their eldest just crumbles, mouth agape when you step just a few paces away and pope nearly stumbles over his feet to try and close the distance.
saccharine sweet, you giggle as you tip your chin up, a silent offering for andrew to press a feather-light kiss to your glossy lips. you get so upset when he messes up your makeup (outside of the bedroom) and the last thing he wants is to upset his girl.
