~Mine To Keep~
*Andrew Pope Cody/F!reader
So this fic started as inspired by Hardy’s song “Wait in the truck” and it spiralled.
Summary: After Pope saves you from your abusive ex you end up living with the Cody’s and become entwined in their world.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Explicit sexual content, drug use, alcohol consumption, soft dom pope if you squint, brief religion mentions, feminine reader with blonde hair briefly mentioned, physical violence, physical and verbal abuse, canon Smurf behaviour (I will apologize in advance if I missed anything I am new to this)
Notes: Ok so hear me out I have never ever done this before so bear with me (Like literally a tumblr lurker never a tumblr poster) but I have been working on this for quite some time and I wanna see if it’s worth me to keep going with it. So this my first written out fic I am out here on the Shawn Hatosy train with the rest of you thirsty bitches ❤️ please leave me some love in the comments it’s been a long time since I’ve written and I’m rusty so please be kind and let me know if you want the next part.
Word count: 3.6K
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You swore you would never be like her. Your mother. You couldn’t believe how far you had fallen as you limped down the road in the rain.
He always swore it was the last time. “I’m sorry, baby,” he would say, “I didn’t mean it, baby. I love you.” You kept believing him over and over again.
Tonight was the last straw. He had dragged you from one end of the house to the other. Telling you how worthless you were, how you were nothing but a whore like your mother. You had managed to grab a frying pan from the kitchen and swing it as hard as you could. Surprising yourself when you made contact and he went down. You sat and stared at his limp form on the ground.
And then you ran.
You ran out of the house. You ran down the driveway. You kept running until you couldn’t breathe.
That’s how you found yourself here now. Wandering down the street in the pouring rain. In nothing but your T-shirt and shorts, covered in bruises and blood. Your blood was roaring in your ears. You didn’t even hear the truck come up behind you until you saw the headlights lighting your path.
You whipped around, expecting to see him getting out of the truck, coming after you. Your breathing accelerated, terror running through your veins. When you saw a man step out.
The man stepped in front of the truck and stopped. He looked you up and down, taking in the bruises and the blood.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he called over the rain. “I can help you if you’ll let me.” You stared at the man like a deer in the headlights. You decided whatever this man had in store for you couldn’t be worse than what you had come from.
You nodded at the man meekly. He took a deep, relieved breath. “OK, get in the truck,” he said, coming around to open the passenger door for you.
You climbed into the truck, shivering. You stared through the window, unseeing. You didn’t even hear him enter the cab until he offered you his jacket. You looked at him with wide, uncertain eyes.
You took him in for the first time. He had intense hazel eyes. His auburn curls damp from the rain. You looked at the arm extending the jacket to you. You could tell it was strong, his biceps tight under the T-shirt he wore.
“Take the jacket,” he said softly. “I can see you shivering.” You took the jacket and slid your arms through the sleeves. It was still warm from his body heat.
“Thank you,” you murmured quietly. You hadn’t started driving yet. You could feel his eyes on you. You glanced at him tentatively, sure you would find pity. You weren’t expecting what you saw instead: fury. Fury.
“Where is he?” The stranger asked evenly.
You decided playing dumb was the easiest answer. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He looked at you, his eyes darkening. “I know you didn’t do that to yourself. Tell me where he is, and I promise he’ll never hurt you again.” You looked over at him, and somehow you knew he was telling the truth. You could see the violence in his eyes, the scars on the knuckles holding the steering wheel tightly.
“132 Westpoint Drive.” You told him quietly.
He gave you one last long look and nodded, putting the truck into gear.
The truck pulled up in front of the house you had just escaped from. Your breathing became erratic, and suddenly you felt like there wasn’t enough air in the cab.
“Hey,” the stranger said quietly. “Breathe. I’m gonna take care of this.” He put his hand on yours softly. “You don’t have to worry,” he opened the glove box and pulled out a gun, tucking it into the back waistband of his jeans under his shirt.
He moved to get out of the truck, and you grabbed his arm. “Wait!” You said desperately. He paused and looked at you. “I don’t want you to kill him. He isn’t worth you going to jail.” You told him shakily.
“Don’t worry,” he told you gruffly. “I know what I’m doing. Just wait in the truck.” He slid the rest of the way out of the truck, closing the door.
You watched him stalk up to the door, tension rolling off his body. You watched as he banged on the door with his fist three times. He waited a second to see if he would answer the door. When he didn’t, you watched him kick the door in.
You gasped in shock, covering your mouth with your hands. Your heart was pounding a mile a minute; you knew what he was capable of. You didn’t want him hurting the kind stranger who rescued you.
You heard the commotion before you saw it. You saw the stranger throw him out the door into the mud. You watched the stranger repeatedly ram his fist into his face over and over again. You knew you should look away, but you couldn’t.
You watched as the stranger gave him one final kick to the ribs. He spit on his body as he walked away from him.
The stranger got back in the truck, soaking wet with bruised knuckles. He stretched his hands, rubbing his knuckles as he slowly looked over at you. “He won’t be bothering you again,” he told you roughly.
He started driving again. You watched him with wide eyes. “Who are you?” you asked him quietly
He looked over at you, startled, the realization that he never told you his name or asked for yours dawning on his face. “My name is Andrew,” he murmured. “I should have asked for yours.”
You told him your name meekly. He gave you an appraising look. “How old are you?” he asked gruffly.
“19,” you told him.
He looked over at you sharply. “What the fuck were you doing with that piece of shit?” he asked you.
You felt the tears begin to well in your eyes. “I had nowhere else to go,” you took a shaky breath. “ I have nowhere else to go.” You felt the tears start to slide down your cheeks as a sob racked your body as the events of the night finally caught up with you.
He reached over, placing an unsure hand on your knee. “Hey, don’t do that. What about your parents? Where are they?” he asked softly.
You scoff. “My mom could hardly stay sober enough to realize I exist, while her endless stream of enabling boyfriends just tried to get a two-for-one package.” You wipe the tears from your cheeks, trying to take a calming breath.
Andrew looks between you and the road, unsure of what his next move should be. He doesn’t want you to think he’s just another man trying to take advantage of you. “Look,” he says. “You can come back to my place. I live with my mom and my brothers. We can at least get you cleaned up and figure out what to do from there.”
“Are you sure?” You sniffle out. “Your family would be okay with that?”
He gives you a wary look. “The way my family works, we’re used to picking up strays. I promise they won’t mind.”
You think it over for a moment. You really have no other options, other than if you want to sleep on a park bench tonight. “Yes, please. That would be really great. Thank you.”
You see a blush rise in his cheeks. “You don’t have to thank me,” he murmurs
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You pull up to a gated home in a nice neighbourhood. Andrew hits a button on the remote attached to his visor, and the gate in front of you swings open.
Andrew pulls up to the garage, killing the engine and hopping out of the truck. He comes around to your side and opens the door for you, offering his hand to help you out of the truck.
You take his hand shakily and slowly slide out of the truck. Wincing as the pain from the night’s events finally settles in now that the adrenaline has worn off. Your feet hit the ground, and a gasp of pain hisses through your teeth.
“Are you okay?” Andrew asks, concerned. “What hurts?”
You let out a small, humourless laugh. “Everything.”
Andrew leads you quietly to the back door. You look around in awe at your surroundings, silently wondering what his family did for a living to have a house this nice.
As you walk into the kitchen, you see four new faces, and it stops you in your tracks. Andrew lightly puts a hand on your back and directs you to sit down. He looks at the faces of his family and introduces you. You notice he doesn’t quite meet his mother’s eyes.
You quickly become uncomfortable with the stares of his family, and you realize maybe you were better off on your own. “I am really sorry for intruding in your home. I shouldn’t be here. I should go,” you say quickly, going to get up to leave.
Andrew’s mother places a hand on your shoulder, urging you to stay seated. “You will do no such thing, baby. I’m Jeanine, but you can call me Smurf. Everyone does.” She says to you softly. You look into her eyes. She affects a soft expression, but you can see the calculating look in her eyes. “You’ve already met my oldest, Pope,” she says, nodding to Andrew.
You look at him confused. “Pope? I thought your name was Andrew.”
He looks down at his shoes and shrugs his shoulders. “It’s just a nickname.”
You look away, nodding silently. Smurf continues the introductions. “These boys here are his brothers, Baz, Deran, and Craig.” Each man nods at you or waves as she says their names.
“So,” the one named Baz started looking between you and Andrew, “What the hell happened?”
Andrew looked at you, seeking permission. You looked up at him, nodding meekly. He took a deep breath and launched into the story of how he found you and the events that occurred afterwards.
You felt everyone’s eyes on you as he told the story. You kept your knees tucked to your chest, with your chin resting on them. You could see their eyes ranging from pity to anger as Andrew continued talking.
As he finished the story you felt Smurfs hand on your knee, she looked at you with kindness. “I am so sorry that happened to you baby. How about you go and take a shower, get cleaned up we’ll get you some clothes and then we’ll take care of your injuries.” She looked up at her sons. “Go find the first aid kit while she showers” she looks back at you. “Are you hungry? I will make you something to eat.”
You looked at her feeling the tears pricking your eyes. “Thank you” you say in a wobbly voice.
You see Andrew push away from the wall he was leaning on. “C’mon I’ll show you where you can shower and I’ll find you some dry clothes.” You nod following him.
You follow Andrew into a bedroom with an adjoining bathroom. He looks at you somewhat awkwardly “This is my room, you can shower in there and I will leave you some clothes on the bed” he stands at the doorway unsure of whether to leave you alone or not.
“Thank you Andrew” you say to him sincerely “you and and your family don’t have to do any of this for me” you look down at your feet and then back at him and before thinking too hard about it you wrap your arms around his waist in a tight hug pressing your face into his chest.
Andrew isn’t entirely sure how to react. He normally doesn’t like people touching him. He freezes for a moment and then slowly wraps his arms around you. “You don’t have to keep thanking me” he murmurs stepping out of your arms. You can see the blush coating his cheeks his eyes looking everywhere but at you. “Take a shower then I’ll look after your cuts and stuff.” He says gruffly walking out of the room.
You smile to yourself as you walk into the bathroom gingerly peeling off your wet clothes. You stand under the spray for a while replaying the nights events and this time you let the tears come.
As you step out of the shower and wrap a towel around yourself you can see Smurf standing in the bedroom. She smiles at you. “I have some clothes here for you, go ahead and get dressed and then join us in the kitchen I made you some dinner.” She says placing the clothes on the bed.
“Thank you Smurf, really and truly you’re being so kind and I don’t deserve it” you tell her your voice cracking.
She runs her hands through the ends of your wet hair. “Andrew doesn’t stop for strangers” she says ambiguously. “If he decided you’re worth stopping for then there’s a reason” You watch as she leaves the room. What did she mean by that?
You walk out into the kitchen, Andrew is sitting at the table waiting for you with the first aid kit. He looks up at you taking in the sight of you in the sleep shorts and t-shirt Smurf lent you. “You look better” he murmurs.
You give him a small smile. “I feel a little better.” You say taking the chair next to him.
He pushes a plate in front of you. “Smurf made you some food” He says as he begins unpacking the first aid kit. “You can eat while I work on your leg” he leans down to grab your leg and pauses and looks up at you “is it ok-“
You nod “yes it’s fine.”
He nods sagely and gently lifts your leg into his lap. You watch his careful hands as they apply antiseptic to your cuts and covers them with bandages. “You seem to have a lot of experience doing this” you tell him softly.
His fingers pause slightly. “I patch up my brothers a lot.” He says without meeting your eyes. “When you live like we do you get used to a lot of blood” he continues his administrations his finger deftly moving over your skin.
“And how exactly do you and your brothers live?” You ask him cautiously.
He drops your leg from his lap gingerly. “Don’t worry about it.” He tells you in a way that says the conversation is over.
He moves his chair closer to yours putting antiseptic on a cotton ball and dabbing your lip gently. You hiss in pain and pull away slightly. “Sorry” he mutters gruffly.
“It’s ok” you whisper trying to hold still. You let him finish patching you up watching his eyes as they look you over. You can tell by looking at his eyes that his soul is older than he looks and infinitely more sad.
He catches you looking at him moving back abruptly clearing his throat. “I’ll show you the guest bedroom you can sleep there” he says standing up.
“Wait-“ you say quickly. “Thank you for everything but it’s ok I can find somewhere else to go”
“Nonsense” you jump as Smurf comes up quietly from behind you. “You can stay here as long as you need.” She says smoothly “isn’t that right Andrew?”
He gives her a look that you can’t quite read. “ course “ he says gruffly. Not meeting her eyes and shuffling away. “C’mon I’ll show you the room” he says as he walks away.
You get up and follow him down the hall. He opens the door to the room and you can see it’s been made up already and looks quite comfortable. “You guys have guests a lot?” You ask timidly.
He scuffs his feet on the floor eyes down cast. “Sometimes” he mutters.
“Andrew-“ you start. “I don’t have to stay if it makes you uncomfortable, I can go” you ramble.
He looks up at you quickly shock painted across his features “you don’t make me uncomfortable” he states clearly. “I want you to stay, just-“ he pauses “Just be careful around Smurf”
You look at him your brow furrowing. “What do you mean?”
He looks at you sadly “You’ll see” he turns to leave “Good night”
“Wait!” You blurt out. Rushing up to his side and quickly pecking a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you for everything, I really mean it no one is ever this nice to me”
He looks away awkwardly pink tinging the tips of his ears “Stop thanking me” and then he walks away leaving you to get comfortable and finally crash into a dreamless sleep.
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That’s how you ended up living with the Cody’s. And how you’re still there 4 years later. You kept telling Smurf you would get a job and find your own place and she would just keep saying to you in that sickly sweet way of hers “Baby you don’t have to go anywhere you’re one of us now”
You hadn’t realized at the time what that actually meant. It didn’t take you long to figure out the kind of life that the Cody’s lived. Eventually you even started helping on jobs. You were young, blonde and pretty. You made a good lookout and distraction which had earned you the nickname “Scout”
You and Pope had gotten the closest out of the 4 brothers. He was your person. Your best friend. The two of you could practically read each other’s minds.
You were also madly in love with him. Not that you would tell him that. You knew that he knew and you also suspected he felt the same way. But the two of you never crossed that line. He knew that if he did Smurf would do everything in her power to ruin it.
Regardless the two of you were attached at the hip. That particular day you sat next to him as they discussed the newest job. They were planning to rob a bank.
“Scout goes in first. Distracts the first guard long enough for Pope to slip in undetected.” Baz was saying.
Pope looks at you deadly serious “The second I am inside and in position you get the fuck out and you don’t look back” you give him a bored look “Scout I’m serious or you’re not fucking coming” he says in a low voice.
You fight the urge to roll your eyes. “Ok the second you are in place I am out the door ok?” You say in a soothing voice. You know how protective he is of you and you love him for it. Though sometimes you wished he trusted you more with jobs.
You watched him visibly relax and Baz hops out of his chair rubbing his hands together. “Alright people let’s go have some fun” he says with a dangerous glint in his eye.
You walk into the bank in your cutest sundress with your blonde hair curling around your shoulders. You lift your sunglasses to the top of your head approaching the guard. “Excuse me sir?” You call to him in a saccharine sweet voice. He glances over at you and you watch as his eyes travel up and down your body and a slow smile creeps across his face. Gotcha. You think to yourself. “I think I took a wrong turn somewhere do you think you could help me?” You ask him with big doe eyes.
“Of course Miss” he says as if he’s the most chivalrous man on earth. You pretend to listen as he gives you directions to somewhere you have no intention of going. Out of the corner of your eye you see Pope slip in. You wait until he is position and then thank the guard and make for the exit.
You are waiting across the street in your car when you get a text from Baz “911 go back to Smurfs NOW” you look around and you can see the police cars screaming down the street. You curse lowly to yourself and start driving.
You get back to Smurfs first bursting through the door surprising Smurf. She looks at you with wide eyes “what happened?” She snaps.
You stutter “I don’t-I don’t know Baz just told me to come back here but there were cops everywhere” your breathing is erratic and you try to take deep breaths to calm down you shoulders heaving.
Smurfs eyes flash “were you followed?” She asks harshly.
“No” you say shaking your head quickly “no I took the long way there was no one tailing me”
You watch as Smurf takes a deep calming breath “Ok so we wait for the boys to get back and we find out what happened” she says sitting at the kitchen table.
You are unable to sit choosing to pace outside by the pool instead when you hear the garage open. You run into the garage and watch only 3 of the brothers get out of the truck. Your eyes widen “where’s Pope?” None of them will meet your eyes. You look at Baz and ask louder “Baz where the fuck is Pope?”
Baz’s shoulders droop “I am so sorry Scout. He got picked up” he looks at you devastation on his face.
You feel the tears fill your eyes as you launch yourself at him fists flying “How could you leave him there!” You scream punching his chest.
Baz stands there letting you hit him over and over again when you feel arms wrap around you from behind holding you back. “Scout,” you hear Deran say “Scout this isn’t gonna help get him out or fix this, please you have to calm down” he turns you around burying your face in his chest as you scream and cry.
Pope. Your Pope. Sentenced to 6 years in Folsom Prison.
