#baz cody

[splattergutz]

the way that julia was the last one to witness andrew’s entire childhood & once she died baz became the last witness to andrew’s childhood & when andrew lost him he lost the final tangible proof of what happened to him as a kid

[ch3rry-van1lla]

Craig is kinda annoying, so is Baz

[avery-zyphr]

I never liked Baz I thought he was evil and ugly the second I saw him

I'd want to come around the Cody's house as often as possible to see Pope just to get to ignore him <3 this is one lady you can't steal from you're brother you ugly fucking snake

[llllourrdy]

This is how I imagine a chat with any of the Codys (minus J) like i'm sure they learned how to read and spell by playing Scrabble all by themselves (I learned that way) LOL i'm sorry and i bet that Craig uses a lot of shortened words.

[yns-world]

animal kingdom is the type of show that’s supposed to have been taken place somewhere in nowhere-florida where the main family were all broke and committing crimes to pull themselves out of the grave of poverty that america had dug themselves in for generations, headed by a matriarch that had lost yet another family member to starvation, recklessness, and poverty.

this version of animal kingdom would’ve done more to illustrate the varying shades of morality that america has to survival and crime; forgiveness and restitution; punishment and sin.

if the billionaire must keep scamming the poor in order to sit on his throne, is he not the poorest of them all; for he has the most to lose?

the cycle of the next job will never solve their problems; applying to your next job won’t save you from your current position, either.

[justanotherwrit3r]

✨You’re camera roll if you were with the Cody’s Final Pt✨

[justanotherwrit3r]

✨Your camera roll if you were with the Cody’s Pt.3✨

[written-forme]

The Decision to Stay

This is a new story I'm working on because I miss Pope Cody like a motherfucker.

The Decision to Stay - Chapter 1

Summary: As a new neighbor's belongings are unloaded into their new home in Oceanside, the quiet move immediately catches the attention of the Cody family next door.

cw: references to alcohol and marijuana use, Cody family dynamics

If you want to read the story on WattPad click here.

Chapter 1:

“Hey asshole be careful I don’t want to have to replace the liftgate again because you weren’t paying attention when backing up,” the man yelled from the doorway as the box truck backed up the driveway. When the engine cut the man driving flung the door open and hopped out. He was matching the man who stood at the front door of the home, khaki shorts and a khaki shop shirt with a Mikey’s Moving Co. patch sewn on the left side where one would expect a shirt pocket to be. 

Across the way an older woman stood next to her pool wrapped in a white see through swim coverup. She had on black sunglasses adorned in gold accents. She set down a pitcher of fresh lemonade as three young men jumped on each other in the pool chasing after a basketball that was floating away. Empty beer bottles lined the side of the pool like they were decorations and not evidence of a Saturday morning well spent. The woman whose hair was as almost white blonde as her swimsuit watched the movers unload boxes off the white box truck and into the home next door, before turning to go inside. 

“Looks like the neighborhood is growing,” the woman said as she rounded the island in the kitchen grabbing a large knife from the wooden block on the counter. She smiled but it didn’t quite meet her eyes, they were hazel and empty as if nothing she ever saw or encountered was enough to make a lasting impression to soften the hard irises. She grabbed the pineapple from the fridge and set it on a cutting board looking at two other young men. The taller one stood on the other side of the island next to the fridge. He ran his hand through his blonde hair and raised his eyebrow at the other man sitting across from him.

His hair was shorter, auburn but his hazel eyes had a similar thousand yard stare like the woman standing at the helm of the island slicing a knife through a pineapple and plopping pieces in a Tupperware dish.

“Want me to go check it out, see who’s going to be living there and for how long,” the auburn hair man asks and turns his view to the woman as she ate a piece of the pineapple sucking her finger to remove the sticky juice that ran down her hand and arm.

“Oh no baby that’s okay we can send Baz over there, he’s more of a people person anyway,” the woman cooed back and looked over at the taller man smiling making sure he understood the direction for him to go and check out what was going to be going on at the house next door was now his responsibility. Baz tilted the beer bottle to his lips, finishing it off and nodded. 

“Heard loud and clear, Smurf,” he replied leaving the empty bottle on the island and popping a piece of the pineapple into his mouth before exiting the kitchen. 

“You don’t need to send Baz to do everything now, you know,” the auburn haired man sat at the table looking at his hands, he spoke slowly and quietly as if almost to no one, but the woman, Smurf, nods and walks toward the trash tossing the the discarded pineapple remnants into the garbage. Her dismissal of his comment angers him and he stands up sending the chair he was sitting in flying backward. He grabs the knife Smurf was using to cut the pineapple and thrust it down stabbing the cutting board so hard the knife stood upward on its own before storming out of the kitchen.

“Pope, don’t be that way,” Smurf called after him before opening the back door to offer the three other men some freshly cut pineapple. 

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Baz was outside in the backyard watching the three other men stop attacking each other to shovel fresh fruit into their mouths. Choruses of thank yous came from them, Baz leaned down and took some of the pool water splashing it in his face and smoothing it through his hair.

He took his shirt off and left it on one of the pool chairs before exiting the side of the house. He jogged in place long enough to look like he’d actually been running, then slowed his breathing like he’d take a detour from his normal route. 

He walked with his hands above his head over to the neighboring house where the khaki clad men unloaded more boxes. 

“Which one of you is the new owner,” Baz called out pretending to catch his breath. 

“Neither one of us,” one of the movers said, huffing and wiping the sweat from his face with a towel he kept tucked into his shorts. “She was supposed to meet us here this morning, but called and said there was an emergency at work and offered us an extra hundred bucks each if we went ahead with the move.”

Baz nodded slowly letting that settle as he pretended to take his pulse post run. 

Who could be working on a Saturday that has two hundred extra dollars and enough trust to just let people move her stuff into a new place?

“Sorry for bothering you,” he said taking a deep breath, “My mom lives next door so you know you can never be too careful nowadays,” Baz continued smiling. He had a nice smile, a quarterback of the winning team smile, something that earned people’s trust without them really knowing why.

“You’re good, man. Younger girl, pretty, quiet, professional. Seemed like she just wanted it done fast,” the worker responded leaning against the truck thankful for this small break as the California sun beat down and radiated off the concrete. 

“Right well, thanks guys,” Baz responded and took off in a slight jog toward Smurf’s hoping that what he got would be enough to satisfy her for now

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Back at the house Smurf sits on a pool chair watching her boys. The one with the long hair leans back on his hand while pulling a joint from his lips and expelling smoke into the air and passing it to the other man, who mirrors the motion and lets it spill back into the day. The youngest boy was still in the pool, the water sloshing lightly against his chest as he drifts between noise and silence. 

He doesn’t say much. Just watches. 

Smurf shift forward in her chair as Baz comes into view.

“Well that didn’t take you too long baby what’d you learn,” Smurf asks and pats the pool chair between her legs without looking away from him, already making space. 

Baz lowers himself into it, settling in as if he belongs there and pulls his dark gray t-shirt back on. The fabric sticking to his skin from the fake sweat and the new sweat he acquired when committing to the run. 

Pope sits at a table near the door looking at everyone, not saying anything not looking like he belonged there. His jaw set in a way that doesn’t loosen for anything. When Baz arrives, Pope stands immediately, like he’s been waiting, since it was his idea to gather intel on the new neighbor to begin with. 

“Owner wasn’t there,” Baz began. “Moving guys said she got a work call this morning. Paid them extra to finish the job without her.” Baz finished lifting his hands as if telling Smurf to go easy because that’s all he could gather. 

Smurf nods once, slowly. Letting the information sit.

Female. Working. Organized enough to control timing. Money available. No hesitation about leaving it to others.

“A woman,” Pope asks, not looking at anyone in particular.

“Yeah,” Baz replies. “Younger. Pretty. Quiet. Professional. Said she just wanted it done fast. 

Smurf’s expression doesn’t change, but something in her focus tightens slightly. The silence in the yard lingered not empty but minds sorting information into what could be helpful and potentially harmful. 

Smurf leans back against the chair, the tight line of her smile returning.

“It’s about time the neighborhood gets a few more women around,” she says. 

Like it means nothing at all. 

But no one laughs.

And no one moves first.