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Okay so... Andrew "Pope" Cody x male reader, orrr just gender neutral reader!!
I am on a mission to find more Andrew x male reader fics, because there are like....NONE (also yes he's straight in the series but let a man dream a little okay, ITS FAN FICTION‼️)
At this point genuinely anything would make me happy, headcanons, or just a cute lil fic, or something freaky, genuinely ANYTHING, you've the ropes here! im just happy if the reader is male or gender neutral!!
Can we please normalise more Andrew x male content, not everyone that wants pope, are ladies okay >:(
Andrew 'Pope' Cody x Male!Reader
Honesty, I kind of see all Shawn Hatosy characters as bisexual or at least bi-curious, so might as well give Pope some Male!Reader fics!! This is written with a male in mind but can be read as Gn!Reader since there's no mention of gender. So sorry if this isn't what you had in mind! Warnings: Age gap!reader is 23, Pope is 39, kissing, grinding. LMK if there's anything I have forgotten. 1.5k words
You and Andrew had been friends for a good while, since you were eighteen, and he was thirty-four. You first became friends with Daren through mutual friends, and later formed a friendship with the oldest Cody brother through a mutual understanding.
(Set in 2011, reader is 18, born in 1993 Pope is 34, born in 1977)
You weren't one for big, over-the-top parties, but you were never one to turn down some underage drinking, so that’s how you and Andrew met. You came to one of Smurf’s parties, through invitation of Daren, and you found yourself slinking off to a room with a couple of beers to be alone and to relax. Of course, the room you ended up in was Andrews's. He was sitting on his bed with a beer of his own, and he just stared at you as you stood there frozen, staring back at him. “It’s noisy out there. Can I sit in here?” You ask quietly, as if not wanting to disturb the quiet nature of his room. Andrew nodded, and you smiled a little at him, sitting on the floor next to his bed. He didn't smile back but gave you a softer look than he’d ever given anyone else in a long time, like he understood not wanting to be around all the noise and chaos of Smuf's parties.
After that one instant, it became sort of a silent knowing between both of you that if you didn't want to be around the chaos of the parties, you’d come to Andrew's room and chill with him silently. After a few months of this, you and he began talking. Small things at first, how each other's day had been, how your classes at college were going, how he was doing after the jobs, etc. He was one of the first people you told when you realized you were bisexual, and of course, he was supportive. “I don’t care if you like guys or girls. I just want you safe and happy.” He mumbled with the smallest hint of a smile. You slowly but surely built a solid and steady friendship with him, which both of you didn't realize you needed at that point in your lives.
(Set in May 2013 reader is 20 Pope is 35 when he gets arrested)
You were practically heartbroken when Daren called to tell you Andrew was in prison for armed robbery. You were actually more pissed off at Baz for letting him get caught because you KNEW this wasn’t a mistake. Andrew wasn’t so careless, so it had to have been Baz’s fault. Once Andrew was arraigned and sent to prison, you were one of the only non-family people who visited him every week. You wrote to him every day and made sure he knew he still had at least one friend on the outside here for him when he got out. You’d tell him about how college was going for you, about the friends you’ve made, and how the teachers were assholes. You went to see him on his first birthday in prison, putting money in his commissary as a gift and getting him a card he cherished with all his heart. You promised him that he’d have whatever cake he wanted when he got out, and he’d have six years of gifts waiting for him as soon as he was released. Throughout his stint in prison, you were his one constant. Always there, every week, no matter what.
(Set in June 2016 reader is 23 Pope is 38 when he's just got out, just before his birthday)
You were jumping for actual joy when you got Daren's text saying Andrew was home. You’d just finished your shift at your job, so it lined up perfectly. You drove like a bat out of hell to Smurf's place and rushed in looking for him. Daren spotted you and nodded toward Pope's room, a knowing smile on his face. You headed straight to his room and poked your head in happily with the brightest smile on your face. There he was, actually back and sitting on his bed just like old times. “Hey,” He said in a quiet voice, a hint of a smile playing at his lips as he saw your practically beaming smile. “Miss me?” He asks almost playfully. You roll your eyes and let out a huff of a laugh through your nose. “Fuck you, you know I have Andrew. ”You say, walking over to his bed and sitting next to him against the headboard. He let out a short laugh as he nudged his shoulder against yours, “I know you have kid. Missed you too.” He says, looking at you. “Thanks for visiting me while I was…You know.” He whispers, almost looking ashamed at the fact that you did that for him. You immediately shake your head and reassure him, “I wanted to visit you. I missed you every day. There was no way in hell I wasn't going to come see you, okay?” You say in a gentle but firm tone, letting him know that you wanted to see him. A small grateful smile played at his lips as he looked at you, “Thank you. You were the only reason I survived in that place.” He mumbled as he shrugged a little, not really in the mood to remember any of his time in there. You nod and gently nudge him, “Well, you know what this means now, you’re out right?” You ask him with a bright smile on your face as you get up from his bed. Andrew looked at you, utterly confused, shaking his head slowly as you looked at him. “It’s two weeks before your birthday, silly. Meaning you get the last 3 years of presents to open as well as this year's.” You say, giving him a knowing look. Andrew's head lolled back as he groaned in part annoyance and part humour. “You can’t be serious.” He asks as he looks at you with an exasperated expression. “I don't need the fussing over.”
You shook your head with an unwavering smile, “Tough shit. I’ve got you gifts each year, so you're gonna open them and enjoy them.” You say as you shrug and smile at him. He groans again before nodding slowly. “Fine. Whatever you say, kid.” He smiles a little as he looks at you, a look one could almost argue is fondness. A light blush dusts your cheeks before you shake your head, looking away as you do so, “Stop looking at me like that,” You mutter, still smiling. Andrew chuckles as he looks away, “Looking at you like what?” He asks in a confused, playful tone. “Like you like me,” You say, shooting him a playful glare. He raises his hands in mock defense as he smiles a little more. “Maybe I do like you. Ever think of that kid?” He asks as he looks at you with that fond expression again. You freeze for a second, looking at him like he's got three heads. “You what?!” You ask in a confused, slightly embarrassed tone. Andrew chuckles and shrugs, “I know you like me too. I’m not blind nor stupid.” He says as he crosses his arms across his chest, leaning back against the headboard again comfortably, as you try to process his words. You stand there like a gnome trying to comprehend the words he’s just uttered, still looking at him like he’s got three heads. “You can’t just say shit like that,” You say in a quiet, shy tone as you pull your gaze away from him. He frowns as you look away, and he moves to sit on the edge of the bed, grabbing your hand in the gentlest of touches to pull you between his legs. “Even if I mean it?” He asks quietly, gently stroking his thumb over your knuckles. You look down at him, into his eyes, looking for any sign he’s lying, and you find none. A soft sigh leaves your lips before leaning down and pressing a nervous yet loving kiss to his lips. Andrew reciprocates the kiss immediately, pulling you closer, manoeuvring you to straddle his lap as he deepens the kiss desperately. It feels as if he’s pouring years of pent-up feelings and tension into one kiss and hoping you'll feel the same way about him as he does you. You kiss him back with just as much desperation, if not more. Your hands tangle in his short hair, blunt nails scratching against his scalp as your hips grind ever so slightly against his. Andrew groans into your mouth at the feeling of your nails against his scalp, melting further into the kiss like a touch-starved puppy. “I want you…I need you for as long as you'll have me.” He mutters against your lips as he pulls back ever so slightly. You breathe slightly heavily against his lips as a genuine smile breaks out across your face, “I want you for the rest of my life, Andrew Cody.”
