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but that was your plan all along. you think he deserves to be spoiled after everything he'd gone through. you love watching him eat, you watch enamoured as he cleans up his plate, leaving no crumbs. you feel proud of him (and yourself).

you can tell he's sort of insecure of the changes happening to his body. so unlike the first time the 'pope' you knew in oceanside. you let him know through actions that you don't care and you prefer him now, your andrew.

you can't stop touching him. always rubbing on his belly and squeezing his biceps during your cuddle sessions. you can't stop smooching his soft cheeks. when you give him head you love the feeling of his belly pressing on your forehead. you love taking handfuls of it when he's fucking your mouth. you love the view of him from below when he's standing over you as he pets your hair.

you love the feeling of him pressing on your back when he's grinding into your cunt in prone. you love the feeling of his full weight on top of you. you love biting onto the fat of his arm when he's being rough and you're close to cumming.

💭 i was super inspired by the chubby sammy bryant content i've been seeing and oomfs who've been talking about fat shawny characters here !! i was conflicted between jack and pope but decided on popey because he deserves it 𖹭.ᐟ

Andrew Pope Cody who has been called off-putting. Andrew Pope Cody who is strict about cleanliness and likes order. Andrew Pope Cody who is used as a weapon by Smurf and practically everyone else around him. Andrew Pope Cody who rarely smiles and often has a dry sense of humor that flies over most people's heads.

Reader who is soft and cries at the drop of a hat. Reader who smiles at everyone. Reader who paints her nails with glitter polish and bright unmatching polish. Reader who wanders around in paint-stained overalls on her days off and has coffee cups and cups of water tinged with paint around her studio apartment along with a mess of various art supplies. Reader who lives out of her laundry basket and forgets to dust.

Pope who watches her knowing he's staring quite intensely...but that's kind of a bad habit of his...the staring...the intensity.

Reader hears plenty of concern from the line cook Frank over that "redhead who won't quit gawking" but she brushes aside any suggestion that Pope means any harm.

He's quiet but has been polite thus far. The staring doesn't bother her as much as it should. She doesn't know quite how to explain it...but maybe it's the way he tenses up when a group of drunk college guys come in and are leering at her and cracking gross jokes. She notices Pope gripping down on his coffee cup his jaw tense as he sends deadly looks their way...it makes her feel strangely...safe.

The first words that leave his lips to her other than polite nods as she refills his coffee cup and gruff orders from the menu, happen when he observes her cleaning a nearby booth with a sponge her nose scrunching as she tosses the sponge aside opening a new one. "You should set sponges in the sun...sunshine kills more bacteria than any household cleaner on the market."

She stares over at the strange quiet guy who's been coming in the diner every night for weeks now her voice soft. "Oh, really? Good to know. I'll try it."

He doesn't anticipate seeing her outside of the diner but life or fate maybe seem to have other plans. His brothers are throwing another loud crowded party. He hates it until he hears a familiar voice "Andy?"

Reader stares up at him the sundress so much more lovely than the soft pink waitress uniform he's accustomed to seeing her in. Her friend was invited to the party by Craig and dragged Reader along with her.

Pope who feels his heart flutter at the word "Andy." he's introduced himself to her after so many nights in the diner as 'Pope' explaining the odd nickname, but she's always called him Andrew or Andy...rarely Pope. He likes it....she's the only one who calls him by his first name and not a nickname that was given to taunt his faith.

Pope who spends the night talking to Reader, Reader who takes a chance a press the softest kiss to his cheek at the end of the night.

Pope who tenses at the kiss to the point where she's almost convinced that he hated it and she's made things awkward. Her worries die though as he grabs her hand and asks to see her again.

They don't look back after that. It isn't easy. Smurf isn't pleased and Pope keeps his girlfriend far from his mother. He knows what happens to people who Smurf dislikes.

Pope who spends all his time with Reader in her studio apartment watching her paint and draw while sipping tea and eating the pad Thai and beef stew she makes for dinners.

Pope who does come clean to Reader about who and what he is after a robbery almost goes awry. It's a close call and he knows he can't hide who he is forever. Reader who ignores her fight or flight instincts and refuses to ditch Pope even when he insists he might destroy her.

Reader who patches Pope up when he comes home beaten and bloodied. Reader who turns her eyes away when Pope pulls out fat stacks of cash to pay for their dates.

Reader who holds Pope when he arrives at her door sobbing admitting in between tears what has happened with Lena and how it's tearing him apart.

Reader who holds him while he cries and soothes him. Pope who tells her every awful detail of his childhood. Reader who tells him that she has him and he's safe.

Pope who considers leaving "the life" for Reader.

Pope who makes the leap when the positive pregnancy test is shown to him by a terrified Reader.

They're lying in bed on their sides, his face buried against her breasts. She's stroking his curls soothing him as he holds her tight against him. They're coming to terms with the life growing within her...the fact that it will soon be the three of them and not just the two of them.

Pope finds the words "We can leave...leave Oceanside. I have the money to do it."

"Where would we go?" Reader asks daring to say the words stunned by the statement.

"East...just keep going. Florida....maybe south Texas...or maybe up to Maryland. Just far from here...the three of us." the words spill from Pope's lips he feeling hope for the first time in his life.

He speaks again his voice growing more certain. "I can...You once told me I'm good with my hands. You told me I'm good at fixing things...that it's a skillset. You told me I'm more than a criminal...I'm more than what my family says I am. I can...I can use my hands. Find honest work....we can be normal, happy."

"What about your family?" She dares to ask not wanting to believe the dream he's selling her...it can't be that simple.

"You're my family...you and this kid. I'm choosing you guys."

They pack up a uhaul the next day. Most of the things Pope cherishes are already at Reader's apartment anyhow.

They drive east and Pope texts his family that he's "out" before tossing his burner cell out the car window. He knows they're going to freak out. He knows they'll hate him. He knows Smurf will wish him dead...he doesn't care. He's choosing the woman he loves and the life that love created.

They wind up in South Carolina in a little sleepy beachside town. it's quiet. It's nothing like Oceanside and they love it. They find a little house that needs some work, but its theirs. Life is simple. Life is happy.

Pope takes up handyman work. He's good with his hands...Reader was right. He gets hired by an older man who needs someone younger to help him out. His arthritis is making it rough, and he takes a shine to Pope. Reader finds a job she likes at the community center teaching art classes. Pope talks her into it insisting she loves art and she would love to help other people make art.

Their son is born and Pope is surer than ever he's made the right choice fleeing his old life behind.

He loves his son. Andrew Julian Cody is perfection. He's smiley and energetic and wonderful. Pope wants to protect him from ever knowing anything Pope has known. He wants his son to have the best childhood. He knows his son will never doubt he's loved. He will never know home as being a place of fear or chaos. He will see his parents and never doubt they only want what makes him happy. He will never be used as a weapon by them. He will never be placed in danger by them. They will never use him for their gain.

Pope has been known to stand over the crib at night just watching AJ sleep. He can't believe something so perfect exists...something he had part in making.

Pope who doesn't feel deserving of fatherhood. Reader who reassures him telling him that their son could not ask for a better father who will love him and his mother more. Reader who reminds Pope he loves her more than any man has ever loved her. Reader who tells him all the wonderful things he will pass to their child. Anytime he tries to bring up all the bad he's done Reader points out the good things he's done.

AJ who's first words are Dada and who makes Pope cry along with him when he's fussy and teething. Pope who feels so intensely feeling helpless when his son is sick or angry.

Pope who won't put his boy down for anything. They are attached at the hip practically. He loves bouncing him gently and talking to him his voice low and shockingly sweet.

Pope who smiles...genuinely fully smiles his eyes bright and his body looking so light when his son giggles.

Pope read all the parenting books he could get his hands on. He wants to do it right. He knows what he came from. He wants to be everything his mother was not.

Little AJ who is his father's twin; same curls same glare when he's pissed.

Pope who's totally teaching the kid to skateboard when he's old enough.

Pope who bounces his son on his knee and keeps him entertained while Reader paints. He knows she appreciates the chance to make art and not feel like she solely exists to breast feed and change a diaper.

Pope who changes diapers and deals with vomit even if it makes his germophobia spike.

AJ is always clean and always clearly cared for. Pope is happy to take on bathtime and smiles and laughs when his son splashes the water and holds up a rubber duck for Pope to admire.

Pope who has nightmares about his mother showing up on his doorstep, Smurf holding a sobbing AJ. Reader dead and bleeding on the ground.

Reader wakes up on those nights to find Pope holding AJ needing reassurance he's okay.

Pope who makes love to Reader with just as much passion as before if not more. She's the mother of his child. She has given him love he never thought he deserved. She's his everything.

Pope who proposes while balls deep in Reader and though she laughs at the inappropriate moment to pop the question she does say yes.

They get married at the justice of the peace when AJ is almost two.

Their honeymoon is short but eventful given the fact that Reader presents Pope with another positive pregnancy test not long after they return from their honeymoon.

The crash sounding out shouldn't have shocked Y/N too much as she was roused from her sleep. Kids tended to make for noisy mornings especially during the summer. She sighed shaking her head not shocked by the frantic words from a little voice sounding out behind the closed bedroom door. "AJ, Mommy and Daddy's gonna so be mad."

The gentle scolding from her second born Amelia earns AJ's groan "You dropped it, not me."

She rolled over giving her husband a nudge Pope finally opening his eyes sending her a small, displeased look. She spoke giving him another nudge "You know for someone who used to not sleep a wink you sure do snore."

He let out a huff pulling her closer to him mumbling something that sounded like 'too comfy. You're soft.'

The peace didn't last long the bedroom door swinging open their two children making their way into the room AJ holding a wooden tray in his hands as his sister and he spoke. "Happy Father's Day!"

Pope did unwillingly let go of his wife sitting up in bed his eyes bleary but the smile on his face genuine he looking far less grouchy at the sight of his children.

Y/N did reach out at least steadying the tray as their nine-year-old son sat it on the bed thankfully not spilling the contents. He spoke looking pleased with himself. "We made breakfast for Dad."

Amelia gave her brother a harsh nudge fast to speak. "And for Mommy."

Y/N gave her children a small knowing smile. "And what got dropped?"

"Uh...some toast." AJ provided Amelia quick to speak adding on to it. "And juice."

Y/N sighed spotting the slight twitch to Pope's eye from the corner of her vision...even all these years later he still was a bit squirmy about germs and messes.

She gave her son's hair a ruffle as she spoke. "Okay, Mom's gonna clean up the mess and you two tell Daddy about breakfast. I'll be right back."

She managed to swing her legs around getting out of bed the task not easy with her current state. She rubbed her massive pregnant belly ignoring Pope as he spoke. "I can clean, Babe. Get back in bed."

"It's Father's Day, relax." She pointed out making her way out of the room not shocked as her unborn daughter roused and began to squirm within her.

The mess wasn't as bad as she'd feared and she was proud to say she cleaned it in a way that would earn her praise from her husband. Andrew Pope Cody had a positive impact on her when it came to cleanliness. She used to be a bit of a slob...but her husband had maybe rubbed off on her...and motherhood too.

She made her way back to the bedroom after taking a quick pee break a smile crossing her lips as she watched her children sat on the bed with her husband all three munching on toast Pope listening to his son and daughter talk over each other.

She shook her head knowing he'd insist they change the sheets...she knew he'd hate the crumbs in the bed...but he was willing to tolerate it for now for their kids.

He smiled up at her holding out a piece of toast. "Come eat, Baby. They cut it diagonally."

She shook her head as she made her way over to her family. "Of course, the only way to cut it."

Pope reached out his hand sliding over hers as she sat down his eyes turning to his children.

The man he'd been a decade before was a stranger to him. He knew no one would ever think intimidating weird Andrew Pope Cody the criminal who made everyone flinch away would become Andrew Pope Cody the married father of almost three who worked hard at an honest job and settled into a sleepy little town where he felt at peace.

because last night he'd learned just how thin the walls at the cody house were.

he'd learned that, yeah, maybe he should've been a little more considerate of his brothers when staying up all night with a new girl in his room every other day.

but, to be fair, there was no way for craig to know that this was what his brothers were hearing through all hours of the night when his promiscuity got the best of him.

"i swear to god, if i hear one more 'andy-!' i'm going to march in there with a shotgun."

deran could only chuckle into his mouthful of cereal, clearly way less impacted by the noise than his brother.

he was used to it. courtesy of craig himself.

"what, not as fun when it's not a girl screaming your name?"

before craig could answer, the slam of a headboard hitting the wall that separated the kitchen and pope's room began to accelerate once more, interrupting anything he could've said.

and when he opened his mouth after a short pause, he was interrupted once more, except this time by something worse — wails of his brother's name.

"a-andy, fuck! please, fuck, andy—!"

"you've gotta be fucking kidding me," he muttered under his breath before addressing his brother, "no. in fact, sex completely loses its appeal when i'm not the one on the receiving end."

"shit! oh, andyandyandy- don't stop!"

craig rolled his eyes, movements brusque as he took out a few things to make himself breakfast. he could feel a headache coming in.

"hey, be happy it's only her you can hear. i can't even imagine what pope would soun-"

craig grimaced, "don't finish that sentence, man. i don't wanna know what fucking pope sounds like during sex."

deran shrugged, continuing to eat his soggy cereal. nonchalance seethed out of him.

some moments of silence passed between the brothers, with the occasional eye roll from craig and the snicker from deran as the noises came and went. both brothers shared a fleeting thought, which was just how long could the two of you go for?

"i mean, there's no way pope's that good, right?"

"dude, you just said you didn't want to think about pope having sex."

"okay, but listen," craig interrupted halfway through making himself a sandwich, "do you hear that? there's no way she's not faking it. pope can't be that good. he's way smaller than me, his dick can't be that-"

"dude."

"i'm just saying—!"

unfortunately, the hammering at the wall reached its crescendo just then, halting any further conversation that could be had.

your screams increased in volume, and now a few sounds could be heard coming from the other party involved. andrew's pained groans joined your wails, making both guys share a look of terror between one another.

"it's so big, andy! fuck! r-right there—! 'm almost- ffffuck, hnnng, andy, yes!"

and then a very loud grunt from pope was followed by silence.

craig felt some heat reach his neck, but he shook his head in a shudder in order to snap out of it.

meanwhile, deran felt weirdly shocked. he was happy that his brother had found what seemed to be the one and trusted them enough to bring her back home, but this was way more than he'd ever expected to hear from a brother. and this was said with craig's sexcapades in mind.

"okay, i'm gonna kill him-"

"that'll just make him go harder next time."

"fuck, you're right."

and so they found themselves at an impasse.

after the silence began to invade the next room over, it didn't take long for the eldest cody brother to walk into the room, breaking the awkward and defeated silence that had formed in the kitchen.

as expected, be was almost fully nude, with only a tight pair of boxers covering his manhood and a variety of marks adorning his upper body — although craig's nosy eyes noticed a faded trail of hickeys to be found on pope's inner thighs, making him gag internally.

andrew immediately took notice of the weird silence and the shared looks behind his back as he neared the fridge for some cold water.

slowly turning around, he asked, in a somewhat pointed tone, "what?"

settled on opposite sides of the kitchen island, his brothers looked to him with different expressions.

deran seemed mostly incredulous. craig was just frustrated — either jealousy or annoyance, not even he could tell.

"'andy'?" was all craig said.

"got a problem, craig?"

"maybe keep it down next time, yeah, brother?"

deran sighed, continuing to occupy himself with his cereal. pope could be a bit of a ticking time bomb if poked just at the right moment. this was uncharted territory, so he wasn't very sure how much craig could push before making pope blow up.

but craig continued.

his crown had been toppled a little, maybe.

"you're saying that to me?"

with a scoff and an incredulous chuckle, andrew turned back to the fridge, grabbing himself two water bottles before closing it back up and facing his brothers once more. to him, the conversation must've been over.

"i'm just saying, it's a shared space. i don't need to hear your girlfriend, or whatever, screaming your name all fucking night."

pope's eye twitched at the tone in which the word girlfriend was said, but he let it slide.

there was a certain, uncharted, sense of pride he felt at the comment.

his girlfriend screaming his name all night long.

yeah. this could easily become the new normal to him. he had felt a slight surge of confidence upon leaving his room that morning, somewhat aware of how much noise you'd been making, but just completely careless about it. it had been at the back of his mind, but every thrust just buried the thought deeper. up until the point where it became completely insignificant.

(how could he think about decorum when he had you under him, clawing at his back, crying out 'andyandyandy-' in the prettiest voice he'd ever heard, going higher and higher the more he lost himself in your pussy—)

but when he turned around, craig continued to glare at him as if he'd personally offended him.

and normally andrew would've been perfectly fine with decking him, telling him to get fucked, and walking past him. but a very welcome interruption entered the room before he could.

"baby?"

it came from behind craig, leading to the hallway that connected the walls of the kitchen and his room. the soft sound of your voice caused all boys to face you. deran offered a smile, albeit a little forced and awkward. craig scoffed to himself and nodded in semi-polite greeting, hands in pockets as he leaned against the counter in order to create space for you to get to pope.

there you stood, hair disheveled, makeup running slightly down your waterline and donning only one of pope's plain pajama shirts.

with a little extra attention, it would've been easy to spot the matching trail of hickeys up your thighs. and some x-ray vision would've provided the life-ruining sight of your hidden skin filled with marks made by andrew's teeth.

"you were taking too long, what's wrong?"

and, fuck, andrew almost went hard again at those simple words.

pride swelled in his chest, a weird sense of superiority invading him at having his sweet, pretty, gorgeous girl standing in front of his family in such a state.

andrew didn't need to argue with craig any longer. no words were needed as the appearance of his sweet girl said everything that needed to be said.

"sorry, sweetheart, just saying good morning to the guys."

andrew took the few steps that separated you and held onto your hand with one hand as the other held the two bottles of water (swoon), beginning to lead you back where you came from.

at that you smiled at them, sleepy demeanor leaving you a bit as you mumbled 'morning,' seemingly unaware of craig's earlier complaints.

as andrew passed in front of craig, he smirked to himself, twice as much when he noticed craig's annoyed scowl.

"might wanna get some earbuds or somethin'" he mumbled under his breath as he walked away.

once he was gone, craig groaned to himself, speaking up one last time.

"yeah, i guess it's time i moved out."