#eldestmonster

[legacieas]

✱ starter call :   currently accepting ──── catherine belen for andrew ‘pope’ cody, @eldestmonster.

catherine had finally gotten lena to sleep after nearly an hour of fighting bedtime, the apartment quiet except for the soft sound of cartoons still playing low in the living room as she was cleaning up abandoned toys from the floor. attention stolen, head shooting up from the task at hand the second she heard the front door unlock. she hadn’t been expecting pope back this early, and judging by the look on his face when he stepped inside, something had gone wrong.

he looked tense. restless. shoulders tight beneath his shirt, jaw clenched hard enough to make her stomach twist with unease.

for a moment, neither of them said anything. catherine just watched him quietly while he moved further into the apartment like he didn’t quite know what to do with himself tonight.

“ pope, ” she said softly after a beat, setting the final toy away before rising to her feet, “ what happened? ”

[5iveheadangel]

Being the eldest daughter is the worst thing ever, especially in an ethnic household

[bak3rs]

˚₊‧꒰ა 🐬 💿 🌊 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> BROWS ROSE AND A .. soft smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. closing the back door - ellie slammed it with a thunk. sliding the lock into place .. the brunette turned around. glancing at andrew for a second , before she lent down and picked up the three cases of fresh vegetables that had just been delivered. ❝ that was just my delivery driver. ❞ she finally replied. stepping around the eldest cody , she made her way over to the sink. letting the crates fall down onto the granite - she started to open them. ❝ is that okay ? ❞ she continued. not letting him see the shit eating grin her smile had just turned into. she loves teasing him.

˚₊‧꒰ა 🐬 💿 🌊 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> @eldestmonster 🏝️ asked ​ ❝ who was that, anyway? ❞

[legacieas]

✱ 𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱‚   @eldestmonster :   “ I missed you. ” ( andrew ‘pope’ cody ) —   random three word prompts.

catherine hadn’t expected him to say it like that, not here, not like it meant something he’d been holding onto. the air between them felt too small suddenly, like there wasn’t enough space to fit what those words had stirred up. she let out a slow breath, eyes dropping to her hands as she tried to steady herself. “ you shouldn’t say things like that, ” she murmured, shaking her head faintly. “ not to me. ” her voice tightened at the edges, betraying her even as she tried to keep it level. when she finally looked up, it wasn’t anger in her face so much as something quieter and more tired. “ I left because staying was turning into something I didn’t know how to survive. and now you’re standing here acting like I didn’t disappear for a reason. ” she paused, swallowing hard. “ because I did. I just didn’t expect it to follow me anyway. ” she exhaled a shaky laugh despite herself, like it hurt to even do that, but she did it anyway.

[bak3rs]

˚₊‧꒰ა 🐬 💿 🌊 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> ❝ YOU DON'T HAVE .. to walk me all the way home. ❞ blue eyes watch him for a couple of seconds. before the brunette turns around. closing the heavy bakery doors and locking them. it was dark. and the weather was starting to get a little warm. but ellie knew the back streets well. she knew how to defend herself. shoving her keys back into her bag - she turned around to face pope , with a small smile. ❝ i mean .. i appreciate the offer. but i can look after myself. ❞

˚₊‧꒰ა 🐬 💿 🌊 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> @eldestmonster 🏝️ liked ​ ❝ for a starter. ❞

[legacieas]

✱ 𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱‚  @eldestmonster :   “ are you … wearing anything? ” ( andrew ‘pope’ cody ) —   prompts for the morning after.

catherine remained tucked beneath the duvet, chin resting against the blanket as she watched pope from across the room. morning light spilled through the curtains, painting everything in soft gold, and for a moment she let herself pretend this was something ordinary. there was something dangerously soft in the way he looked at her this morning. no walls, no anger, none of the rough edges he wore around everyone else. just pope. just andrew. something simple. until it wasn’t. the air still smelled like him, like last night, and it made guilt sit heavy in her stomach the second she remembered baz. and that made this worse.

there was something achingly vulnerable about the way he’d asked it, like he was still trying to figure out whether she was really there or if he’d imagined the entire night. a small smile tugged at her lips despite the knot forming in her chest. “ no, ” she admitted softly, eyes dropping to the rumpled blankets gathered around her. for a second, she couldn’t look at him. couldn’t look at the evidence of another mistake she’d never really wanted to stop herself from making.

before she could linger on the look he was giving her, she pushed the duvet aside and slipped from the bed. cool air brushed against her skin as she crossed the room in search of her clothes, gathering them one piece at a time from where they’d been discarded the night before. it felt easier to focus on that than the ache building in her chest. easier than looking at him and remembering how peaceful this had felt for a few stolen hours. clutching her shirt in one hand, she paused briefly before pulling it on. “ we really know how to make things complicated, don’t we? ” she murmured, eyes fixed on the fabric between her fingers rather than him.

[pmtcrn]

" . . . you need stitches," she sighed, brown eyes glancing down at the other's wound. "i know you won't go to the hospital. so sit down and let me see what i can do. — please."

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[chains0flove]

continued from  —  ♡ @eldestmonster

        “everything?  i  can  see  every  raw  emotion  right  there.  on  that  pretty  mug.”  bianca  took  a  sip  of  her  beer,  fingers  gripping  the  bottle  loosely.  a  cool  breeze  passed  as  the  ocean  tide  came  in.  months  undercover  getting  close  to  the  cody  family  hadn't  been  easy.  it  was  anxiety  inducing,  tricky,  a  delicate  situation.  the  men  were  like  steel  traps.  nothing  could  open  them  up.  but  despite  his  fragile  mental  state,  pope  had  been  the  easiest  to  connect  with.  she  held  the  man's  penetrating  gaze  …  as  if  he  was  looking  right  through  her.  “must  be  hard  in  your  line  of  work.”