#baz blackwell

[minidodds]

[mabeltanaka]

Animal Kingdom 2.08 "Grace"

[mermaidrobby]

edits to survive pittless thursdays but it's animal kingdom

[criminallysupernatural]

Ranking the Cody Men

Summary: The boys are joking around about who’s hotter, and they ask you your opinion.

Warnings: language

part 2

standing around the kitchen, Deran and Craig were arguing about a girl from the bar the night before.

“i just don’t get it, man,” craig scoffed, “how could that absolute 10 go after you?” he looked incredulously at deran.

“hey, man, hate the game, not the player.” deran brushed his shoulder off.

“no, i mean it. did you say something? do something?” craig pressed.

“y/n, please explain it to him.” he turned to you.

“no offense, but if i had to choose, it’d be deran.” you stated.

“what?! come on!” craig slammed his hands on the island.

“deran’s hot. especially with the new haircut.” you shrugged.

“okay, but next would be me, right?”

“oh, you do not want me to rank you.” you laughed.

“i do actually.” craig replied.

“yeah, come on, y/n.” deran joined.

“guys, it’s just gonna hurt your feelings.” you opened the fridge and pretended to look for something.

“hurt our feelings??” deran questioned.

you closed the fridge. “i need rules. are we just talking looks? considering personality? what?”

“looks.” the both said simultaneously.

“are you sure?” you leaned against the counter. “last chance to spare your feelings.”

“we can handle it,” deran scoffed.

“okay, you asked for it. in 4th place, baz. conventionally hot, but has shitty vibes. 3rd, and i’m so sorry… craig.”

“what! 3rd?! this is bullshit!” craig smacked the counter again and stood up straight.

“shit, that means i’m first.” deran smiled.

“well…” you grimaced.

“no… you’re joking.”

“deran is 2nd and pope is winning this ranking.” you smiled.

“pope?!” they exclaimed.

“have you seen his arms? his chest? the shark eyes? scrumptious.” you grabbed your chest like you were having a heart attack.

“this is unbelievable.” deran shook his head.

“you asked. i warned you.”

what you didn’t know was pope was just around the corner eavesdropping. a soft smile planted on his face.

[buglass]

no rest for the wicked

Fandom: Animal Kingdom Pairing: Andrew “Pope” Cody x Black!Fem!Reader Summary: Pope is fresh out of prison and longing for his younger brother’s companion.  Warnings: 18+ mdni, smut (oral f!receiving, uncut, unprotected sex, dormaphilia, somnophilia, voyeurism, dubcon, rough play kinda), s1!Pope, mental illness and meds mentioned, barely any reader descriptors, no use of y/n, both needy for the other, imagine there was a slow burn leading up to this, & proofread. WC: 2.5K+ A/N: we have really got to stop meeting like this, you guys—short drabble idea turned into this omg

see 'practice makes perfect' here | masterlist | ao3

He didn’t want to do it, but maybe it was the wrong concoction of drugs since he had been out of prison that was fucking with his head. You were this pretty little thing just out of his reach because of Craig—Craig couldn’t care less about you one way or the other, as long as you bounced on his dick. 

Ever since Pope came home, all he ever did was pine for another job, pressing to be put back into the loop with everything. Then, there was you and your tight ass walking around in skimpy bikinis and bronze skin alight in the sun in a way that made Pope hard against the odds of medications still wearing off slowly, but surely. 

Craig was outside entertaining women by the pool while you had resigned to showering and going to bed for the evening. Since then, he wanted only to see you. To watch you. 

The embarrassing part was he did. Hours before. 

From the crack of the sliding door of his bathroom now no longer his own. You made it easy for him, peeling off your soaking wet bikini, and when you revealed a thatch of hair, it made the manly parts of him feel animalistic. You were turning too quickly to get into the shower to notice he was watching at all. Craig was also too much of a dumbass to utilize the opportunity before him. 

So, he waited. 

He waited until things had settled and his brother occupied himself with more drugs and more women instead of valuing what he had right in front of him. The only thing between you two was a door and that door was being pushed open, because he needed to just see you. To get past this hump that was only a fluke. Pope told himself you were just an interest and a person he would have to care for since you were in Craig’s life. 

To Pope, you were fast asleep, but he didn’t know how light of a sleeper you truly were. The click of the door opening and closing made you believe it would have been Craig, but when his towering figure didn’t slide into bed behind you, you almost turned over to ask what he was doing. From the peek of your eye, you could see it was Andrew. 

Everyone else treated him like he was a loaded gun personified, but you always liked the men that had an inexplicable edge to them. Besides that, you saw the way he stared at you. You always stood out wherever you went in most of Oceanside—all smooth and coffee rich skin with flouncing hair to match. 

That’s not the only reason you stuck out to Pope, but he didn’t want to focus on how your laugh sounded like an orchestra to him or how you held yourself with restraint while everyone else partied. He needed this to be simple and minute. His curiosity temporarily piqued and not a long-term fascination. 

If Craig caught him, there was a punch coming his way. 

Pope crept toward the bed, his footsteps ever quiet and practiced as he stood in front of you. You had since closed your eyes, keeping your breaths even. He spied your bare shoulder, and then your breast as you laid on your side. Pope steeled himself because he knew he was wrong to want to touch you, to feel you, but he was convinced you wanted it too. 

Pope wasn’t blind to flirting, or so he liked to believe. You never lingered too long with touch or your presence, but somehow he was sure you were luring him in and he just bit the hook. 

Pope went stock still as you rolled onto your back, the movement dramatic to you, but baring all to him. You almost smiled as you felt the top sheet pull away from you, moved by the length of your leg. You were splayed open for him, breasts malleable and moving in the direction of your body. Your stomach drew his eyes down and to the same tuft of  hair that caught his eyes before. 

He was a man of a time long since passed where porn was only available in magazines where the women were real. You were real and open and he was…perverted. Pope broke out of whatever passing storm overtook him as he thought about how vulnerable you would be, how wrong it was to assume from no real invitation that you wanted him. 

His brows came together like always as he took a step back and the floor creaked under his weight. You used the opportunity to speak before your little game could be ruined. You weren’t an idiot when it came to Craig. Craig was a slut and a decent lay, you imagined, but he could never fulfill you in the way you needed. 

You didn’t mean to go from brother to brother, but there he was fresh out of prison and looking at you. 

“Andrew?” You mumbled, the weariness in your throat authentic. 

“I-I was just… Checking. Checking on you. Overdoses are most lethal when someone falls asleep,” he explained away. 

“I don’t do hard drugs,” you yawned, stretching your limbs as if you weren’t as naked as the day you were born. “But, you knew that. Checking on me like how you did earlier?”

It was just dark enough his beet red cheeks couldn’t be seen. Pope nodded slowly. 

“Are you gonna tell Craig?”

“No… Are you?” You tested. 

Your hand began to wander down between your legs, a hiss leaving you before biting down into your bottom lip to quell it. Pope’s cock lurched violently as his brain caught up with the web you had spun. He was approaching slowly until he sat on the bed with the perfect view of your hand’s ministrations. 

“Stop,” Pope demanded.

“Too much?” you asked, but your fingers didn’t bother halting. You wanted to push Pope, because when he believed no one else could see him, he appeared to regularly push boundaries as well. 

A strong grip grabbed your wrist to pull your hand away from your aching clit. Pope watched your needy hips raise up, quietly scolding your Peeping Tom. 

“Close your eyes,” Pope gritted out. His hand loosened on your wrist as he began to move, the bed dipping further. You were skeptical, but obliged. “Don’t move.” He added. 

Pope’s breath shuddered at how well you took instruction. 

You did so well for him and he didn’t want to mess it up. Maybe you were a sleepwalker and talker, and he was a dirty older man taking advantage of a twenty-something year old girl who needed a cup of coffee and not his erection. 

Fuck. 

You wanted it badly like Craig’s cock wasn’t enough for you to get by. Pope tried not to be aware of his brothers’ relationships or women, outside of Cath—well, he was two for three, at the moment. Deran was gay, so that was a given—he wished his mind would shut the fuck up long enough for him to focus on your waiting pussy that glinted with wetness already once his own shadow wasn’t in the way of seeing what was before him. 

Pope looked up at you where your eyes remained closed though a knowing quirk of your lips told him you were awake. He decided long ago he needed to taste you. But this—this—was everything because you wanted him. There was zero guessing, but he still wanted this part of the fantasy. Part of your denial. Most of all, your frustration. 

He had moved between your legs, at first spreading your lips apart so only pink showed. Something like the prettiest butterfly he could get his hands on. Pope didn’t waste time, but you both quickly understood what he asked of you. Only you were unsure if Pope knew the concept sent a deep ache into your core too. 

Then, he was diving in, and unabashedly messy about it.

You didn’t know how you were meant to be quiet when Pope ate your pussy like Smurf wasn’t feeding him enough and three years of prison food was nothing at all in comparison. Pope slung your legs over his shoulders, murmuring something close to ‘I know’ as the giveaways of enjoyment took hold in your body. When he started to fuck you on his tongue, you had to open your eyes to see him lost in your cunt, his nose pressed against your sex. 

The scent of you drove him crazy, remnants of perfume and lotion with your pheromones had him grinding into the bed for the sake of feeling something. You writhed then, closing your eyes genuinely now as you lifted your hips again and this time you were met with hands catching beneath your ass, encouraging the face-riding that was bound to take place. 

Contrary to Pope’s belief, as far as you had gone with Craig was just a few heavy makeout sessions and petting. You had fun with the younger Cody brother, but Pope had been up your alley the second you were able to lay eyes on him. You turned your head into the nearest pillow to silence your whimpers, dropping your bottom back down to the bed. That didn’t stop Pope from kneading your ass, directing your rolling hips to a patient, flat tongue until you were unable to avoid your climax. 

It came like driving straight into a wall; you saw it coming, but nothing could prepare you for how abrupt it was when it happened. Pope reached up to steady you with a hand on your ribcage, the other clamping down on a thigh to keep you pressed against his adamant tongue as you became all the more sensitive to touch. You were panting, visibly and audibly, the sounds going straight to his cock. 

Pope let out a deep, growl-like sound from his chest as he sat back on his knees, and began to peel his shirt from his body. His pants were next along with his boxer briefs, the buckle to his belt clanking and jingling as they were kicked away. The light shone into the room enough that you could see his uncut cock, a veiny hand unsheathing it to reveal the head. Your lids were low, but you would be damned to miss that.

Pope prowled forward, you having since moved onto your side with closed legs. He scooted in behind you, his frame covering yours as he gave in to you further. Whatever voice that told him to stop before was long gone. He should have grabbed a condom, too—would have if you told him to. You wanted to feel him and he never claimed to be a very good man with great sexual practices all the time. Not for the women he wanted beyond reason. 

“I don’t expect you to stay asleep when you feel this,” he whispered into your hair. 

With mild relief, you opened your eyes. 

Pope slid into you, slow at first, waiting despite being so wet for him that he could have fucked into you immediately. He didn’t want to spoil you too much in one evening. You played a dirty trick on him. 

“Think you can take it?” Pope asked once he bottomed out. 

You nodded quickly except you weren’t sure. He wasn’t the longest cock you had been with, but the girth of him and the way he was angled stretched you to full capacity. You almost couldn’t breathe. When his hand slipped beneath your neck and head to grasp the front of your neck, he made sure of it. His hips snapped once, forcing a cry from your throat that he could feel vibrating through his hand. Pope was squeezing the sides, restricting blood flow rather than oxygen. The sensation left you lightheaded as he fucked into you with a brutal pace. 

You held your own leg up, Pope’s attention being drawn to your ass which received a few complimentary slaps. He wasn’t always rough in bed. This was all for you, for making him feel this way, and for making him think that he was alone in his depravity. You were soaking wet, leaving stains that were unavoidable on the bed sheets that Smurf would be nosy enough to spot (a consequence he would think about later). 

The sounds between you two were loud in the quiet room and spilling out the cracked sliding door for anyone to hear if they listened closely. Craig could hear for all Pope fucking cared. You were singing gleefully as he stuffed you full. Who was he to take his dick away from you? 

Pope knew he had to see you in such a raw moment, eventually slowing his hips to change positions. You were whining, nails digging into him to make him stay. He wasn’t going far as he returned to his knees, one of your legs between them while the same raised leg went up over his shoulder. Pope’s jaw went slack as he watched all of your composure turn to mewling as he slid back in and pressed forward, your knee closer to your face and head now. 

“You’re so deep—oh my, fuck,” you stammered. 

That’s what he wanted to hear. Baz tried doing something similar for him such as this. A stripper that looked like an all too familiar face that left him ridden with guilt and embarrassment. But you were this equally untouchable thing that made him want to be better rather than dwell on his past. 

You had asked him for nothing yet he wanted to give you everything. 

You pressed your head back into the pillows briefly, trying your hardest to regain your senses. You forced your eyes open and forward from the back of your skull, heavy lashes fluttering. Pope just about smirked, his eyes dropping to your lips with every moan his cock drew out. You took a manicured hand to the back of his neck, the other just barely able to scrape down his firm chest. 

“Can I kiss you?” Pope asked distractedly. 

You smiled, finding it silly since he was inside of you and working on giving you another potential orgasm. 

“Yes, Andrew,” you said on a moan. 

Pope was gone the second he was able to kiss you, giving some reprieve by allowing your leg to slip free from his shoulder. That didn’t change just how well he drilled into you as your legs clung to him, and as if on cue, he was dropping a hand between you to thrum at your clit because of how close he was. 

He knew what he would do next might draw some complaints, but he couldn’t hold on any longer as you kissed him deeply and licked into his mouth hungrily. Pope whimpered as he pulled out and pumped his cock to completion, warm spurts flying across your stomach. 

The kiss turned tired, slow and lazy, as if you both had nothing but time to fuck and make up for what could have been. 

Pope was first to stop, concern crossing his face for you. 

“Was this alright? Are you…mad?”

“I’m not mad,” you cupped your hands against his cheeks. “Of course I’m okay. You can watch me sleep any time.” You grinned. 

“Oh, God,” Pope breathed with boyish embarrassment and dropped his head to your chest. 

“I like when you watch,” you admitted, dragging your fingers through short auburn hacked locks. 

“Really?”

“Really,” you purred. 

FIN

[rockinglikemotley]

Pope Cody smau!!

Pt 1 🤍

my man my man my man

warnings: lewd convos, baz, cursing, idk it’s tumblr what do you expect lol

reader is the younger cody bros best friend, she’s a little younger than deran, and works a job that doesn’t pay enough for alcohol, clothes, and cigarettes💔 the necessities duh

anyways enjoy!

[rimunagenius]

Damned.

Andrew ‘Pope’ Cody x afab!reader

Warnings: idiots who love each other but just can’t tell each other, fluff, Smurf!, baz!!, drunk confessions, steamy makeout?, italics, flashbacks are the same size font but in bold, and italics if you get confused.

~

You had known the Cody’s almost your whole life. You followed Craig around like a lost puppy since you were 6…you’re 27 now.

Growing up with Smurf’s boys roughed you up for sure, but you still managed to keep your sweet disposition and soft smile.

You weren’t anything like them, a beautiful rose standing out in a garden of thorns and weeds. Perhaps that’s what drew the oldest son towards you the most.

‘You know, you’re brothers pretty stupid..’

‘I know. I live with him. Why do you hang around him?’

‘Dunno, he’s funny and he protects me, more than my brothers have ever done.’

That had been the first time you ever spoke to him..the way you initiated the conversation, unlike anyone else who knew the Cody’s, who knew ‘Pope,’ would’ve instantly shied away from, eased something in his spirit that day.

You were different.

Andrew didn’t know anything about you, just that you were a small girl who somehow found sanctity in his stupid younger brother. Why? He wouldn’t know the answer to that if you asked him or gave him all the money in the world. He just knew he somehow wanted to be that for you, also.

“So basically this asshole comes up to me and starts like, puffing his chest, trying to be all Macho ‘n shit…” You had been listening to this story for what felt like hours. Craig constantly getting cut off by Daren calling him and idiot, arguing over the technicalities of the night you three had gone out.

Between his bump breaks and the interruptions, you had tuned him out. You loved your best friend, you did, truly, but you just couldn’t stand to listen to him tell stories most of the time.

Your eyes dragged across the living room you basically grew up in, scanning the room of the people left. You had a small ‘family’ get together, Smurf cooking more food than anyone can eat.

Baz had taken off, huffing about picking up Lena from her babysitters, an annoyed look on his face the whole way to the kitchen to discard his empty beer bottle, to the front door, and you’re pretty sure the whole way to Lena.

Smurf had said her good nights to everyone, off to drink herself to sleep. J was curled next to you, drunk and laughing his night away to Craig’s story, Daren fighting with his brother right next to J, and then you’re eyes landed on a certain someone, a quiet someone.

Your eyes landed on his stoic expression, his gaze unwavering from already being on you. His big hand clamped against the neck of the beer bottle he’d been babysitting for the last hour. It was too warm to enjoy by now.

Your cheeks grew hot, turning the faintest shade of pink. To him, it contrasted perfectly with the shade of your eyes and the soft yellow sundress you had been wearing today.

He couldn’t take his eyes off the way your necklace sat perfectly in the hollow of your neck, the shiny silver heart-shaped locket—the one he had given you as a gift many, many years back.

Andrew wasn’t much of giver. More like blind follower to whatever his mom and brothers needed of him. To be used to get the hard jobs out the way. To be the weapon of choice when they needed someone to risk everything.

He supposed you could call him a giver, the way he’d give his life for the people around him, like he did when he got locked up. But he didn’t complain. He’d give his life, his freedom, for them…for you.

That’s why he was determined to make your 15th birthday so special.

He had known you for 9 years. Enough time to fall enamored to everything that had to do with you, everything you touched, every interest you had. He had heard you mention a locket your grandmother had given you before she passed, before things got so bad with your family. You had lost it at the beach when you went surfing with them 3 months prior to your birthday.

You had moped around the Cody house for weeks, a frown on your face that was so sad, he swore it affected the weather. It didn’t, but you were the biggest ray of sunshine, his sunshine in his dark, gloomy world. He was determined to bring the sun back, the beaming smile that took up your whole face.

Which is why on a job Smurf had sent him on, he made sure to bring you something back. Hence the silver metal heart shaped necklace clutched in his hand as he walked back up the driveway.

He sped off to his room, urgently trying to put a small gift box together just for you. His folds on the pink bow crisp, the precision in which he wrote a small note for you.

He went above and beyond for this gift. He didn’t know why exactly he was putting in so much effort. You had been a close friend, family if you will. He didn’t even do this much for his brothers. But again, you were different.

He would never forget the small gasp that left your lips when you opened the small gift box, the way you took the time to read the note place on top the wrapping paper first. Like his words would mean something to you.

They did. You had always felt different about Andrew. Yes, he was the oldest, he probably saw you as a little sister, the little annoyance of a girl who just followed his annoyance of a little brother around. You didn’t think he saw you, noticed you, listened to you.

Thinking about every small conversation, the lingering glances, and the shared stories was just his way of trying to be normal. Trying to make you feel welcomed in his home. You thought they were just him trying to not scare off his little brother's friends. It happened more than he can count.

Not until you peeled the wrapping paper back, the reflective light coming from the shiny rounded heart placed neatly in the middle of the box.

You gasped softly, eyes prickling with tears because this was the most thoughtful gift you could’ve ever been given. He heard you mention this to Craig, he was listening.

You looked up, beaming before throwing your arms around his neck, whispering small ‘thank you’s’ and ‘it’s beautiful’ into his neck. He didn’t know what to do at first, shocked by the burst of affection, he only ever got a small wave in passing. He kept his distance to not scare you off.

But you wanted it. So he wrapped his arms around you, eventually giving you a small “you’re welcome.”

He knew he wanted to chase this feeling forever.

You looked away from him, towards the commotion of laughter. You giggled at the normalcy. The sense of security a night like this provided you. The boys haven't had this in months. Nothing to worry about, no jobs that had to be done. Nowhere to be. Just here.

You sighed, tapping J, signalling your moving to the kitchen. You walked to the fridge, grabbing another beer. You could sense another person following you here, already knowing it was your Pope. So you grabbed another.

You turned and smiled at the man, glad you had been right. "Here. Beats the warm one you haven't touched." You extended it to him, his fingers brushing yours softly when he took it.

"Thanks." His eyes scanned yours. The act already making you feel fuzzy in all the right places. "You look beautiful." His eyes dropped to the ground. Not being able to look you in the eyes long enough without wanting to confess every little feeling he's had about you since you two were kids.

"Thank you, Andrew. You don't look too shabby yourself." You giggled, poking his side softly. He flinched away from the touch, a smile creeping its way to the corners of his mouth. "You can stop being shy, y'know? We've only known each other for my whole life."

"Technically, since you were 6 and I was 15."

"Yeah, my life I consider worth remembering started when I met you." The words slipped. Almost making your heart palpitate at what you just confessed. You weren't lying. Yes, you met your best friend, and you never felt more alive when you started hanging around, having someone to belong to. But Andrew definitely had a role in that, too.

He blushed at your confession. Hoping in some way you really meant what you said, that he was the one who made your childhood memorable. It was selfish to think he had any part in it, knowing he saw you glued to Craig's side every waking moment of your middle school and high school years. He would just watch and observe, but after you graduated, you started to drift closer to everyone. Him especially.

"Yeah? Don't let Craig hear you say that; he might cry a little." He smiled softly at you. The warm lighting in the kitchen makes your hair glisten, your eyes sparkle, and you look more beautiful than he thinks he's ever seen you. Impossible, he thought.

"Don't let me hear what?" Craig walked in, you and Andrew too enamored in your little bubble you hadn't even heard him walk in.

"Oh, nothing. Andrew was just confessing his undying love for me." You rolled your eyes at your best friend, giggling at the fact Pope's eyes grew wide, his cheeks turning an ungodly shade of red, the red quickly spreading to the tips of his ears and the expanse of his neck.

You liked messing with him every now and then. Teasing him about liking you, hoping he'd mention anything, even give you the tiniest hint that he felt the same way about you. You fought every fiber in your body to not confess that you had been in love with him ever since you were 15. Going away to college seemed like a lifetime because you had been so far away.

That was when he went to prison. You had written him letters and made sure he knew you were thinking about him all the time and that you couldn't wait for him to come home. So you could have him back. You never sent them, the letters collecting dust in a small box on the top shelf of your closet. There was no way you'd be able to address and send the letter telling him you loved him and that you'd wait for him 'til he got home.

Granted, that would've been easier when you wouldn't have to look him in the eye while he rejected his little brother's best friend. "Oh, no shit. It's about time, Pope. Couldn't take the puppy dog look you get every time she's in a 100-mile radius of you, anymore." He said it so nonchalantly you almost believed him.

He grabbed another beer and smiled at the two of you before laughing. "Aw, come on, Pope. Don't get all shy now. You never were good at hiding it."

"Shut up, man. Don't you gotta find Renn and do some drugs together? Or whatever it is you two do." He tried his best to not strangle his brother for revealing a secret he never even shared. What made it even more unbelievable was that you started it.

Was he hallucinating that maybe you wanted this too? Maybe you had the same feelings for him that he harboured for you. No. It couldn't be. There was no shot you felt the same way.

Craig disappeared, leaving you and Andrew in complete silence. The tension and small indirect confession hanging in the air. "'It's about time,' huh? What does that mean?" You tilted your head to the side, stirring a feeling in Pope's chest.

"Nothing, he's an idiot." He shook his head, eyes down at the floor at your guys' feet. Anything was better to look at than your silent rejection of him. He could handle rejection, just not from you. He refused to see that.

You were feeling brave. You opened your beer, handing the bottle opener to Andrew. You took a big swig, the liquid leaving a cold trail down your throat. A good contrast to your body radiating heat whenever you're in a 100-mile radius of Pope. Being this close was making it feel like you're overheating. You don't know if it was because you were already 7 beers deep from the night, or if it's because you so desperately wanted to believe that what Craig was insinuating, was true. You hoped it would be.

"Aw, that's a shame. Maybe I just won't say anything back then." You shrugged, brushing your hand on his shoulder as you passed him. He heard the sliding door open, turning his head slightly to watch you walk outside, before he turned and followed you out.

You left the door open for him, hoping he'd follow, and he did. He sat right next to you on one of the lounge chairs by the pool. He took a drink from his beer, almost chugging it to calm whatever resolve he seemed to be losing as your dress hiked up higher on your thighs when you bent your knees, lying up looking at the sky.

"What did you mean?" He couldn't help but pry. His mind gets set on one thing, and he needs to see it through. See this through. His stomach dropped when you walked away from him, hoping whatever you had to say would be good. Would be just what he wanted to hear. That you needed him just like he needed you. That you felt the way he did about you. That you loved him.

"You remember when it was senior prom? Craig had taken Renn, leaving me hanging, and then Deran took the girl down the street because she wouldn't leave him alone for weeks, about wanting to go with him?" You smiled from your position on the chair fondly at the memory.

You had told Craig that you two would go together, but when Renn came along, you insisted that he take her instead of dragging you. You figured since he liked her so much, he should go with her. Especially because he was already flunking out, and you needed him to have this one thing. It was the least you could do, considering Renn is sneaking him in because he couldn't even attend the function. That left you alone, almost ready to abandon the whole dance altogether.

You were sitting on Smurf's bed, teary-eyed, wondering why no guy had asked to go with you. You figured that since you told people you and Craig would go together, they backed off.

"Is it because I'm not pretty enough?" You sniffled as Smurf was rummaging through her closet for whatever it was she seemed to be putting into a suitcase. She paused and turned to you slowly.

"You have always been the most confident young woman I've ever seen. What makes you say that?" She smiled at you, not a genuine smile, just something she assumed would appease the melodramatics you were putting her through. At least that was her word for it.

"It's just no one has asked me to go with them. I spent my savings on that stupid dress, and I can't even return it." You threw her a shirt she had taken off before you came in, and sighed and flopped on the bed.

"I can go with you." Your head shot up, finding Pope standing in the doorway of Smurf's room. He had come to visit and hadn't seen or heard anyone until he walked further into the house.

He didn't know why he offered. It was a high school dance he didn't even go to. Not because no one would've gone with him had he kept going to school, but he just hated the sad look on your face while you mentioned this to Smurf.

"Are you serious? You'd go for me?" You smiled at him, already getting up to get ready, sniffling the tears away.

"Yeah, I'd do whatever you wanted me to." The corner of his lips turned up, Smurf in disbelief and disdain that some other woman had the power to make Pope do whatever it was they wanted. She knew you'd be a problem, but that definitely was a problem for another day.

"Oh my god, Andrew. I love you." You squealed loudly as you hugged him and ran down the hall to the guest room you've been taking space in ever since you've been hanging around. As your footsteps departed, he couldn't shake the intense feeling he had when he heard those words leave your lips.

"I do remember that night." He looked at the sky and recalled how he offered to take you to the dance he seemed not to give one shit about...but he gave a shit for you.

"I don't think I ever heard the end of how I brought a hot older boyfriend to prom." You laughed, telling him how people talked about "your hot older boyfriend." You didn't change their minds and tell them it was just because you had no date; you let them call him your boyfriend because that was your sick way of manifesting him that way.

"They thought I was hot?" He laughed quietly, something he only seemed to do with you. He blushed at that thought. Belonging to you. He only ever wanted to feel this free and laugh like this with you, forever.

"That's what you're focused on? That they called my boyfriend hot?" You knew what you said and how you worded it, but you didn't care. You want him to believe this is real. It is real.

"Thanks for doing this, by the way. You didn't have to." You told him, arms wrapped around his neck, his hands on your waist. You two were dancing the last slow dance of the night. You dragged him to the dance floor, and he just followed.

"I already told you. I'd do whatever you wanted me to do. Didn't want you to miss out on a big night." He shrugged like it was normal. The insatiable need to give you everything you wanted and desired in this world. That was normal to him.

"Yeah, but you're 28 at a stupid high school dance, with your 18-year-old friend." You sighed, suddenly feeling very insecure for dragging Andrew with you. He deserved to have all the good things in the world for this. You'd make sure of it.

"Doesn't matter. Just wanted to see you happy." He looked at you, your smile beaming, hearing those words from him. You loved him dearly. Even more so for doing this for you.

"You're too good to me, Andrew. Thank you." You whispered as you got on your tiptoes and kissed his cheek softly. You pulled away slowly, your feet setting slowly back down, your faces inches apart.

This isn't how he wanted to do this, how he wanted it to happen. So, he just squeezed your waist softly in his hands, nodding a small 'you're welcome.'

He wouldn't forget the smile on your face that day. Or the way your lips felt on his cheek.

"Your boyfriend?" He was puzzled why you didn't correct yourself. If you even meant to.

"Well, at the time, you were." You tipped your beer bottle towards his direction, eyes raking over the side of his face. His freckles were well hidden in the night, but you spent so much of your life admiring this man, you memorized them and could tell anyone where they belonged right now.

"How about now?" He ripped his eyes away from the moon hanging above you, instead watching how its light cast itself on your face, adorning your features, and he's never once felt so jealous of something in his life. The way the light atomically touched you, and he is just subjected to watching.

"What are you saying?" Your breath was suddenly escaping your lungs as you tried very hard to contain yourself and the wild butterfly cage in your belly and chest. You knew what he meant; you just wanted to hear the words. You needed the confirmation.

"You think I could ever be your boyfriend now? Now that we're both...older?" He was stupidly shy all of a sudden under your intense stare. He was shy, but he couldn't take looking at you like he needed you, knowing he couldn't have you.

If you rejected him now, maybe he could get over this. This hold you appeared to have on him. At least this way, he could admire you for however much time he had left alone with you tonight.

He sat there waiting for the rejection to hit him. To be the final blow to this devastating fight he'd been in with himself.

"Andrew, are you asking to be my boyfriend?" Your voice low, unsteady.

Here it comes, he thought. "If you'd let me." He sighed deeply, the alcohol buzz not doing jack for the insane anxiety he was feeling.

"What took you so long?" That he didn't expect. Came as a surprising shock when you were looking at him the way you were. Eyes wide and sparkling, it was shocking when you giggled your way next to him, sliding your legs across his lap, when you stared at him like he hung the moon and stars above you while wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Is that a yes?" He whispered, respectfully placing his hand on the side of your thigh, the other swiping a stray strand of hair that had fallen perfectly in your face.

You leaned in carefully, not to startle him. He closed the distance, his lips brushing yours softly for a small peck. You pulled away before his hand moved from next to your face to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling themselves into the strands and pulling you in closer, quicker, and desperately.

You smiled into the kiss, grabbing at his bicep to the hand that seemed to be inching higher up the side of your thigh. You pulled him closer, your tongue sliding against his bottom lip, asking for entrance.

He whimpered a little into the kiss, opening his mouth to accept your soft tongue against his. His hand left the nape of your neck, dragging lower to encase your body into his. He pulled you into his lap, breaking the kiss for a second to catch his breath against you.

"You look so beautiful." He sighed, his hands having a mind of their own. Not knowing where to go but travel every part of you he can see. His eyes scanning your face, looking for any hint of disproval that you don't actually want this. That you might leave now that he's opened up.

"You already said that." You smiled widely, kissing his lips once more, any doubt he had been feeling or searching for, melting away. He's wanted this, you have wanted this, and now you both finally have it.

"I'll tell you as many times as I want to for as long as I want to." He gasped as he looked into your eyes, silently devoting himself to you and making that promise right here. His lips started on the side of your neck, but his fervent moves led him all the way back to your lips. He nipped at your bottom lip gently, eliciting an excited yelp, that seemed to attract attention.

You two break apart when you hear the 'whoops' and cheers from inside. Looking over, you two see Craig and Deran clapping and high-fiving while smiling at you two, and J sliding Deran a twenty for what appeared to be a bet.

Embarrassed, Pope hid his face in your chest, attempting to hide himself behind you, since you can clearly block his view of inside the house since you're on his lap.

"Looks like they were betting on us, baby." You giggle, grabbing his face, peppering kisses all over his face, anywhere you can reach.

"Assholes." He wanted to be amused by the bet, but all he seemed to care about was how you wanted to be his, and he got the privilege to be yours and walk the earth for you.

"Can't hate them though. I, myself, was about to start my own, for when you would finally be able to say something before I did." You pinched him playfully, knowing you wouldn't have held out much longer anyway.

You wanted to spend the rest of your life with one person who understood you, who would do anything for you like you would for them, and the only person you'd accept was sitting right in front of you. The one man you wouldn't dare walk away from.

The same man who haunted your dreams, who took up all the thoughts in your head, and stole your heart that night when you were 15. You'd be damned if you think anyone could take him from you now. Now he was safe, he was seen, and he was loved...here, with you.

He served his sentence in prison, did his three years away from you, the most excruciating three years of his life. If he were to be sentenced to a lifetime of serving you, being your man, being the person you called for anything else in the future, he'd be damned to a life sentence. And he'd serve that sentence in every lifetime.

[sherryflavoured]

A tiny piece of a galaxy

Summary: Pope gets trapped into J's best friend charm.

Warnings: Age gap (Reader is two years older than J), violence, description of blood and injuries, suggestive content, domestic violence, fluff?

Word count: 3k

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You were Josh childhood best friend, you've known each other since Julia moved to the neighbourhood. You were the kid who lived at the end of the floor, he was the kid with a problematic mom. You and J met each other at the minimarket down the block, He needed to pay something he couldn't afford and you, with some extra money, borrowed him some, (Tho he never paid you back, you don't care either).

Despite your parents complains about his mom and their living way, they always tried to be good with J since they knew it wasn't up to him. So, you spent a lot of time with J, and sometimes you even went to his house. Your parents always preferred him to visit them instead of you visiting, but you always found a way to go. You were there they day J's mom died, unfortunately, when you arrived with help it was too late and She had already passed. You were there when J's grandmother picked him up, too. You didn't meet her though; you just saw her from afar. Your parents had asked you to stay away from that house when they saw the cops and Julia's body.

The months went by, and J and you stopped seeing each other. You were attending a different school, so it had become difficult to keep in touch, even worst when he had changed his phone number too. Your relationship with your parents for some reason started to wear off since Julia's dead. J was no longer there, so they had no reason not to criticise the mother-and-son couple. You defended them everytime you mother said something cruel and consequently you were scold.

Almost three months had passed since her death when you saw J again. You were casually visiting San Onofre Beach when you saw him there, too. He wasn't alone, but with three other men. He saw you first, recognized you instantly and spared you greeting the other three men. "Josh...How are you?" You smiled brightly when you saw him, happy to see him and pleased to see that he was well cared for. The conversation was brief. You exchanged numbers, and he told you that he was now living with his grandmother and his uncles, who were the three men standing a few metres away.

"Are they nice?" You asked, worried.

He just hummed and smiles with embarrassment. "Yeah..."

"Well...I am glad to see you." You started picking up your things you needed to leave. "We should hang out soo..." He nodded and hugged you, promising to schedule soon.

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You had a big fight with your parents over a school thing that lead to another and end up with you out of the house for god know how long. They told you fuck off and seek for a place to sleep because they won't have a stpud navy girl with the, pretty stupid indeed.

You got to hang out in a friend's house for some hours but you still needed to sleep somewhere and the only person you knew your parents won't talk to was J. You called him and one hour later you were arriving his grandmother house. It was big, pretty well adorned and fancy.

J present you to his grandmother first, Smurf, they called her. It was such a weird nickname but you were no one to judge, seemed like everyone called her like that, why shouldn't you?. You were given a little tour through the house, you'll be sleeping with J, and by the time you arrived the backyard, J's uncles were already there. J seemed pretty reluctant to present them to you but it was needed. You couldn't be around the house without knowing them and even if, they will present to you themselves.

You first greeted the one called Baz, he seemed nice tho the way he looked at you first got you nervous, He was trying to place you the same way Smurf did with you earlier. Craig was more friendly like, but flirty; You soon concluded he was the most cocky and messed up. Deran instead, seemed calmer. He greeted you with a stretch of hand and a polite little smile, not caring too much about who are you or where do you come from. You were J's best friend and that was all what he needed to know.

Your curiosity picked up when for some reason, you remembered Julia's voice, talking about an Andrew and the man being her beloved twin brother. She sometimes cried in front of you, total high and calling that name. Anyway, you didn't see any extra faces around and you didn't want to make anyone uncomfortable so you just shut your mouth.

The first day was weird and a little awkward. You slept with J and fortunately you two got to manage it good. The first week was even weirder; You got to know Smurf's relationship with his boys and how messed up they can get. They were suspiciously too secretive, sometimes shutting the whole conversation because you were a few meter close, not even in the same room. Of course you figured out the business, it wasn't that hard to know. property management couldn't afford all of what they have. The tons of food, the luxurious cars, the parties, everything.

Yet, you couldn't figure out who Andrew was or where he was. You knew the bedroom where you and J sleep is Andrew's but, far from that, you haven't seen his face. All you heard was that he was out of prison for a while now since Julia's dead and that he needed space.

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The first time you saw him, you were alone at the house. Skipped school and decided to stay to be lazy and rest. Smurf had been out for shopping, J at school and the boys each one minding their own business. So, you were relaxed, laying on a lounge chair in front of the pool while trying to understand your homework when you heard a car arriving. You thought it was smurf since she wasn't supposed to take too long but the heavy footsteps of boots and the sudden angry voice made you jolt. That wasn't Baz nor Craig, even less J or Deran, their voices are too soft.

You sit up, turning to look at the voice owner, nowhere to be seen until he stepped further in. He saw you, You saw him. Broady, thick, big and scowling. You knew it automatically, Andrew cody, or how they call him, Pope (You hate the nickname since the second you heard it). He was as surprised as you, an unknown face so confidently in the house; It was a thought for both perspectives.

"Who the fuck are you?" He mumbled, stopping his track and staring blankly at you.

You said your name automatically before reasoning he obviously won't recognize it. "Ah, Joshua's best friend...I am staying over." You tried to explain, stuttering and trying to make yourself small sat on the lounge.

"Joshua? You mean J?" You nodded effusively, feeling a tingly sensation in your stomach when he softened his expression. "Where's smurf?...Are you alone here? Where's J?" You fought the urge of joking about him asking a lot of questions, it was the reasonable thing to do before a stranger. "Smurf's shopping...J's at school...I am alone in here, as I said, I am staying over...until I don't know." You added the last part, hopping he doesn't ask more questions.

Instead, you heard him sigh and walk back to inside the house. You had no idea what to do so you just took your book back and focused on it. You could feel a stare on you, from the inside of the house, from the kitchen, from him. God, you could swear you'd be dead if stares could kill. But Andrew's stare wasn't one of threatening, he was somehow admiring and analyzing you, You just couldn't know because you weren't staring back.

"What are you doing?" The sudden sound of his raspy voice got you startled again, earning a swear from you.

"Fucking hell" You muttered, sighing and turning to look at him. "Can you just...Idk, stop startling me?" you tried not to sound rude and just joking, but you doubted if he knows what a joke is.

"Sorry." He said quietly, making you press your lips in a thin line. "How long are you here?" he stood there, awkwardly but seemed like only for you.

"Uh...Over a week an half?" You tilted your head, closing the books on your hands and leaving it behind. "They never talked about you, tho...Well, J did it but nothing significant."

"What is significant for you?" He took a chair and sit, in front of you but way far. "Well...I heard you got out of prison a while ago and that you needed space."

You heard him hum, interrupted only by smurf arriving the house and getting surprised of seeing andrew so suddenly. She caught his attention and soon you weren't talking to him or being stared. He was a complete new person around Smurf, more guarded and tense, barely speaking or looking at you.

The dinner was tense, J was back home and seemed like Pope doesn't trust him much yet. Anyway, Smurf was talkative as alway, Deran and Craig being the only ones answering to her animatedly. The dinner was finished pretty soon, Pope shutting the mood down after a bad comment from Smurf.

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You've slowly grown accustomed to the Cody's way of living, they still try to hide their dirty business but J was already in and it was hard not to know. You've seen Andrew from afar, not getting to interact with him deeply. You've been sleeping in your parents house for a while but not much before you had to return back to the streets because they didn't like the way you chewed.

You were staying at Smurf's house again, skipping school and so on. J was dealing with some errands, and yeah, basically everyone was busy with their own things.The four of them met at the garage for dinner and spoke about God knows what. You just get catch between them when smurf asks you to bring them back to the dinner table and when you step right into the garage they all look at you like their lifeline.

J was the first one to speak "You're a photographer aren't you?" That made you narrow your eyes, nodding slowly but still not being able to talk, again interrupted. "We need you to take us some photos" This time by Baz.

"When?" You mumbled, crossing your arms above your chest. "Tomorrow...morning." You frowned, shaking your head and huffing. "No...I have classes."

"You've been skipping classes since tuesday, sweetheart, don't be whimsy, we'll pay you." Andrew attacked instantly, making your snort and offended.

"How you even know that?" You bite back. "You sleep very loud every morning, sweetie."

"You don't live in here, are you spying me?"

"I take breakfast here, you know better than that...Now shut up and listen" He wasn't rude; he was just bossy. His words made the whole room go silent and entertaining. "As you wish boss...But if you want me to help you, first tell me what are they for." That made him snort. "No fucking way...You're smarter than that, no need to tell you...We don't need you to have information to give." You shut, nodding and challenging him with a stare. But, come on, you're challenging pope, not any mad man. He makes you weak just by existing.

"Okay...but you have to wake me up, I can't do it alone, is late already." you say to J, who just nods and mocks of you. "Smurf is calling for all of you, come one."

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The morning arrived and J woke you up as promised. You were still all sleepy and clothe rumpled when he dragged you to Pope's house, they needed discretion and hide it from Smurf. A cup of coffee and a camera was given to you just when you arrived the eldest brother house. "You look like shit...Here, take this." He handled you a Hoodie, which you took embarrassed and shy, making him smirk faintly. He was getting comfortable with you.

You took everyone's profile photo, each one of them leaving you alone with pope who was the last one. He promised J to take you back home so He left for school and now you and pope were all alone in his house.

"Sit...let's do this quickly, I'm too sleepy." You mumbled, taking the lasts sips of coffee. He just hummed gruffly, trying to fix his hair which was looking just perfect. "Your hair is fine, Andrew, leave it like that." You slapped his hand off of his hair, earning a stare from him but you just ignored it. "Fine." He sat heavily on the chair, all straight up as always.

"Smile...we don't need your killer face in this one." I joke, my eyes focused on the lens but drifting away when I notice his awkward smile, making me giggle softly. "DON'T!...you look so fucking cute and awkward." Andrew's smile was just too fucking adorable. It was small and didn't reveal much; you could only make out the tips of her crooked teeth, which could easily be mistaken for the prominent fangs of a boy with a dangerous set of teeth.

"If you're gonna mock of me just fuck off." The way he sounded so hurted and annoyed made you laugh harder, you knew he wasn't serious. "Come on...It's just a joke...I think your smile is pretty adorable." You say softly, quickly taking a picture of him when you notice the soft look on his face. "See...wasn't that hard."

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They pulled the job, they came back to the house and all you could see was Andrew's bleeding face. It made you panic for a second but you knew better than to show that in front of everyone. It wasn't until he was alone at Deran's bedroom that you got to talk to him. "Are you okay?" You asked, leaning against the doorframe. He looked up, lost in thought and tired. He was clearly not okay. "I see...you're not okay...want me to help with those wounds?" He didn't answered but you were already moving towards him.

Your touch made him flinch, but he never made a movement to stop it. You cleaned everything, all the blood and debris from his face. "What happened?" You knew it wasn't an accident or a fail in the plan. "I had a fight with craig..." You hummed, his raspy voice making your stomach flutter. "Uhm...was he an asshole again?" He looked at you for a moment before smile tiredly. Your hands were already working with the band aids and cold cream. "You're all done...don't worry, your face still pretty.

You knew andrew doesn't have apprehension for his own self-looking, so it kills you the disbelief face made. "You're very funny you know?...You better watch that mouth...you gonna get killed." His words made you shudder, "I just like to tease you...It's not that I go around mocking of everyone, but thank you for your concerns" The bitter in your words get him and forces him to apologize, "I'm sorry...Just forget I said that." You nodded, placing the empty bags and wraps in the trash. "Have a good night, Andrew." You don't wait for him to answer, you know he won't. You just turn around and leave him alone, he doesn't need you bothering him

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Pope knows you're a good girl, young and with future.He couldn't let you stay by his side, but you seemed to be drawn to him like the Earth is drawn to the Sun. And he knows he can't run away from you when one night you arrive to his house with a reed check and crying. "What the fuck happened?" He mumbled, cupping your face with his hands and examining your cheek. You sobbed, grabbing his wrist and shaking your head. "No...No...I am fine." You cried, feeling weak in front of him. You had already stopped crying by the time you knocked on his door but seeing him made you tear up again.

"Who did this, Angel?...Don't lie to me, who did this!?" He dragged you in, his face contorting in anger and worry. "I… I had a fight with my dad." He hummed, shaking his head with frustration because he knew he couldn't do anything against it. "Good girl...coming here to me and not to Josh." He hugged you, whispering in your ear and making you shudder and whine. "I'll take care of you, baby...I promise...I won't let anyone hurt you again, y'hear me?" You felt dizzy, just nodding and letting him handle you. You knew him, not deeply but you knew he for sure won't let you down never again.

Andrew took you to his room, you had stopped crying, just hiccuping from time to time, stealing smirks from him. All you needed to calm down was a bath and some of Andrew's perfume, He even cooked some food to you. "Why did the fight start?" He asked softly, caressing your hair. You were laying against his chest, his hands all over your body. "Somehow, they discovered I was staying with J and your mom...The were told about how dangerous Smurf is so when I arrived from school he confronted me and I got all frustrated and started yelling some stupid shit and he slapped me." You could feel Pope stiffening beneath you, it was clear that the situation makes him uncomfortable. "It's okay, Andrew...I acted like a real brat."

"He shouldn't have slapped you..."

"Yeah, well...I insulted him pretty bad, so...I'll just take it." You shrugged, looking up at him with a soft look, he has been pressing ice to you face so your cheek wouldn't be swollen. "Promise me you won't let that happen again." You nodded, taking his hand boldly to kiss his knuckles. "I'll let you hit him if he does it again." He huffed, making you giggle, It was hard to make Andrew laugh. "You better be conscious of what are you saying, angel...I won't be easy on him if this happens again. You shouldn't be hurt like this." You went silent, your eyes tearing up a little. You knew your parents loved you but, it never felt like that. With andrew you feel important despite how little he knows you or you know him.

"Don't cry, please...I am very bad at comforting people." That makes it for you, taking a long laugh from you. "Well...Seems like you just became a master on it." When you adjust your position against him, you don't actually calculate how close you are to his face, so when you look up, your lips almost touch his. He goes silent, doubting whether risk for it or no. It just took him a roll of eyes to decide it, "You've earn it." He mumbled before cupping your face roughly and kiss you softly.

It escalated pretty fast from there, your hands clutching to his perfect ironed shirt and his gripping your hips with need. You two needed this kind of relief, you needed to stop pretending and just let it flow. "You don't have idea of how long I've been wanting you to do that." you trail kisses along his cheek and neck, making him shudder. "Yeah, well...I am not exactly good at catching love indirects." you hummed. "I know."

"From now on I'll be extremely direct with my feelings...And that includes me wanting you to fuck me...please." Pope was sure about to die in your arms, good thing Andrew's still up for you.

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