pope x reader who’s rough around the edges herself. she grew up in a seedy trailer park in oceanside and admittedly didn’t have much of a chance with absent parents but god, she tries— she’s always in beat up denim short-shorts and random t-shirts or colorful bikini tops, always at deran’s bar because she knows him and craig from the party scene they were all wrapped up in. she’s the type to paint her nails while a cigarette rests between her lips, the type that knows how to hold a gun without shaking because she’s seen entirely too much for her age. and pope knows he should stay away from her, for various reasons, but something always pulls him back in. the urge to protect her, to scold her for wasting her potential … along with the constant itch to bend her over whichever surface is the closest and show her why she shouldn’t run her mouth so much around big, bad criminals.