Lowen Clarke doesn't exist anymore. At least, that's what she needs everyone to believe. Running from a life she barely escaped, she lands in Oceanside, California with nothing but a stolen secret. The last thing she needs is to get attached. The last person she should want is Andrew Cody. But the Codys have a way of pulling you in, and dirty laundry often has a way of finding the light.

(OC X Andrew 'Pope' Cody) Ana has known Baz since she was 15, they have been through thick and thin together and now she's a part of the Cody family. When J Cody shows up after the passing of his mother and the man she's been in love with since the moment she was introduced to the family comes home from jail, Ana's life goes from smooth sailing to chaotic. Will the man she's loved since being children finally recognise her and turn his attention away from his brother's girl? Will she be able to keep the Cody family together when they face their toughest times?

Got you running in circles.

Got you-and keeping Andrew "Pope" Cody alive actually makes the story *even stronger* for a slow-burn, healing-type arc. I'll write you a Wattpad description that fits your tone: emotional, grounded, and very *Animal Kingdom*. --- They say some people leave. Calla Rhodes never did. Long before prison, before the silence and the distance, Calla was part of the Cody family-trusted, steady, and always there when things fell apart. Janine "Smurf" Cody calls her her own, the boys don't question her place, and to Lena Blackwell, she's more than family-she's home. But once, Calla was something else, too. She was engaged to Pope. They were supposed to have a future. Something outside the chaos. Something real. And then he was taken away before they ever got the chance to finish it. Now he's back. And nothing has changed-except everything. Calla is still there. Still loyal. Still the calm in a house that never learned how to be quiet. But the girl Pope left behind isn't the same one standing in front of him now. She's stronger. Colder. Harder to read. And still the only one who ever understood him. There's no betrayal. No broken family. No one standing in their way. Just time, silence... and everything they never said. Because some things don't end. They just wait. And some loves? They don't fade. They stay. --- Seasons 1-6 Andrew "Pope" Cody x F!OC Content Warning: This story contains mature themes, including strong language, violence, emotional trauma, and sexual content (smut). Reader discretion is advised.

! 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 & 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐘 | 𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐌 𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐄𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 ! 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐏𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭. 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞. 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝. 𝐒𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐞. 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞, 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 - 𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐀𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭.

Araceli Morales built her life in the shadows-hacking, watching, protecting the Cody family from behind a screen. Control is her safety. Distance is her strength. Until Pope comes back. Fresh out of prison and more dangerous than ever, Pope brings chaos with him-unpredictable, intense, and impossible to ignore. Where others see a threat, Ari sees something different. Something familiar. Something broken. As tension builds and the family spirals deeper into danger, Ari finds herself caught between what she's always known- And what she's starting to feel. Because the closer Pope gets, the harder it becomes to keep her walls up. And when everything starts to fall apart... He might be the one thing she can't protect herself from.

"Tried to call you off like a bad habit but I keep coming back like a revolving door Say I couldn't want you less, but I just want you more." Elizabeth and Alex had a lot in common. At the top of the list being: working in "The Pitt" & falling in love with their emotionally repressed, older co-workers. [𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐢𝐭𝐭 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟏 & 𝟐 ] [𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐂 𝐱 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡] [𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐂 𝐱 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐀𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐭] [𝐈𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬]

Camryn Wells wasn't trying to rebuild her life so much as outrun the version of it that nearly destroyed her. After a year and a half off the grid, nursing wounds no one could see and some that still ached like hell, she's back in Pittsburgh. Sort of. She's here for Gwen, the woman who adopted her, who's now fading into early-onset dementia. She's on night shift, working trauma at PTMC, trying to remember the nurse she used to be-and to convince her small army of overprotective siblings that she's fine now. That she's not the broken girl they saw in that hospital bed in Boston. Camryn is sunshine incarnate: bright-eyed, too kind, stubbornly hopeful, and despite everything, still believes in second chances. What she didn't plan on? Her new next-door neighbor just happens to be the gruff, quiet, unflinchingly calm ED attending who runs her shift with surgical precision... and dry quips that cut sharper than a scalpel. Dr. Jack Abbot doesn't do distractions. Not from interns. Not from administration. And definitely not from the impossibly cheerful nurse who crash-landed into his backyard and, somehow, into his life. Guarded, fiercely competent, and more at ease in chaos than comfort, Jack prefers solitude-until Camryn. With her pastel mugs, man-hating cat, and maddening habit of calling him out with a smile, she worms her way into every corner of his neatly boxed-off world. She's not what he expected. And he's exactly what she wasn't ready for. But on the night shift, where everything broken comes through the door eventually, maybe they'll both learn healing doesn't always look like what you thought.

Lillian was the girl Polly Gray raised. Michael was the son she lost. For seven years, Lillian was a Shelby, the living embodiment of a promise made to her dead mother. Then Michael Gray came home, and suddenly she was just the substitute. She was supposed to hate him for stealing her place. He was supposed to resent her for living the life that should have been his. But in the smoke-filled rooms and stolen glances, they found something else: something dangerous and utterly consuming. .......... His gaze was heavy. "Don't look at me like that, Lilly," he warned, his voice a low rumble that did traitorous things to her insides. "As if you're not looking at me the same way."