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It is finished!!! @stayplatinumstitchery this was a joy to stitch! Thank you again. Beautiful fabric by @blackdahliafabrics ! Can’t wait for the next one!

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The Side Job (S03E10) LEVERAGE: REDEMPTION (2021—)

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Teddy bear and OUR Mr. Wilson

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Harry Wilson in The Side Job (S03E10) LEVERAGE: REDEMPTION (2021—)

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Harry Wilson in The Weekend in Paris Job (S03E01) LEVERAGE: REDEMPTION (2021—)

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Leverage: Redemption (2021-present) The Side Job (S03E10)

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NOAH WYLE as HARRY WILSON Leverage: Redemption | 03.10 - The Side Job

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Noah Wyle as Harry Wilson Leverage: Redemption Season 1 Episode 1: The Too Many Rembrandts Job

"You think this was my first choice? It's insane! Obviously it's insane! Working with you people is insane."

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“No more seats, guess I have to sit in your lap.” with andrew cody PUHLEASE QUEEN

Of course my love!!!

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The only real light in Smurf’s backyard was the glow from the pool lights. Everything had a rippling cyan illumination, masking flushed faces from alcohol and reddened eyes from marijuana.

You’d had a few shots of vodka before you dove into the cold water, washing away your sweat and drinks that had accidentally spilled onto you from drunken partygoers. You stayed under for a minute, opened your eyes, and enjoyed the peaceful quiet. The music and loud voices were only a muffle while you sat at the floor of the deep end, watching the legs of others kick above you to stay afloat. You could stay there for a long time, at least that’s what the alcohol told you.

When your oxygen ran short, you fluttered your legs back to the surface. When you surfaced at the edge of the pool, you were met with piercing hazel eyes. Pope Cody knelt next to the water, his face marble cold in its natural expression of unhappiness.

You raised an eyebrow at him, unsure of why he was waiting for you at the surface. “Something wrong?” You questioned.

His face didn’t change, but his voice gave away the worry that consumed him. “You were under for a long time.”

You wiped the chlorinated water out of your eyes, furrowing your brow. “I was only under for like 30 seconds, Pope. Take a chill pill.” You muttered before swimming away.

Even though the water sloshed around your ears, you heard his response. “It was almost two whole minutes.”

When you exited the pool at the ladder, you snatched a dry towel from the bar. You wrung out your hair first before throwing the towel around your shoulders, not bothering to clear your body of the droplets that raced down your skin.

Deran had coaxed you into one more shot, tequila this time, which you gratefully downed to burn the thought of Pope’s frustration toward you.

You weren’t drunk. You weren’t drunk. You wernt druk. You wert drung.

Your brain was nearly in another dimension when you approached Pope as he sat with impeccable posture in a chair near the pool, eyes trained on the water like he was a damn lifeguard.

He looked so pretty. The way the pool light brought out his freckles, shaded his auburn curls so nicely, and highlighted the veins in his forearms. Without a second thought, you collapsed into his lap.

“No more seats, guess I have to sit in your lap.” You hummed, leaning a head quickly onto his shoulder.

Pope’s entire body tensed, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the arms of the chair. If you were sober, you would have expected him to throw you off him, either onto the concrete or into the pool, without a regard for your wellbeing. If you were sober, you would have expected him to grunt in distaste at the feeling of your wet body on his. If you were sober, you would have expected him to treat you like a pathetic junkyard dog begging for scraps.

But you weren’t sober. And you didn’t give him a chance to react to your presence before your nose nestled into the crook of his neck. “You’re so warm.” You noted as the heat of his freckled skin radiated against yours.

If you were sober, you would’ve noticed just how quickly his burly arms wrapped around your body. If you were sober, you would’ve noticed the shaky sigh of contentment when you began to press drunken kisses against his jaw. If you were sober, you would’ve heard him say, “I got you,” when you shivered in his embrace at the cold evening air. If you were sober…you would’ve felt his painfully hard cock prodding at your ass every time you wiggled unconsciously against it.

You woke up in his bed, under the covers, clothed in a tshirt and boxers that didn’t belong to you. When you turned your head, Pope was lying on top of the covers, hands folded, staring at the ceiling fan. You turned to face him, smiling slightly, and your movement brought his attention to you.

“Did you sleep okay?” He asked.

You smiled and nodded. “Yeah.” You whispered. “Did you put me in these clothes?”

Pope just nodded once. “I didn’t look. Kept my eyes closed. I promise.” His voice was so steady, and you trusted him.

Your hand reached out to one of his folded hands, squeezing it gently. “That’s too bad.” You hummed. “You’re the only person I’d want to see me naked.”

Fortunately, everyone else in the house was gone for work or errands. Because the sounds that Pope Cody drew out of you that morning were animalistic.

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random pope moments that make me bark

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Hey i know I’m on like an unofficial hiatus, but i wanted to come on here to say FDT and fuck Ice.

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Part 6 of the #wickedwoodssal is done! Can’t wait for the final part! Really loving this #sal ! It is fantastic. Pattern by @stayplatinumstitchery and fabric by @blackdahliafabrics. Needleminders by Galloway Minders!

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Number 5 in the books! The #wickedwoodssal by @stayplatinumstitchery . Can’t wait for the next part! Fabric by @blackdahliafabrics