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⊹ ࣪ .✦ ݁˖ pope love love loves his girl... one thing he doesn't love is the glitter. everywhere. he sits by the pool so he can keep an eye on you, as always. you swim for a bit and when you return, he's staring at his hands like they personally wronged him.

"what's wrong?" he looks up to meet your worried gaze as he shows you his sparkling palm with a huff and a furrowed brow.

"shit gets everywhere," he grumbles as he walks towards the house. only reason hes not super irritated is because you showed him that tape takes off glitter. needless to say, he spends the next five minutes putting tape on his hands over and over again while wondering what could've possibly required that much glitter.

⊹ ࣪ .✦ ݁˖ he lets you do whatever you want. if you thought you were spoiled rotten before, trust it gets 10x worse around pope. if you want something, don't even mention it! he already bought it for you! and its pink, because of course it is. he lets you bedazzle, paint, and color on anything you want. smurf (being the bitch she is) hates it. she hates that you run wild and pope makes no attempt to stop you. if anything he encourages it.

buying things and customizing things isn't all. he does every silly trend with you, even if he catches shit from his brothers about it. baz usually comes down on him worst about it, though. always "why did you let her do that," or "that looks terrible for you," but pope has never cared. if his girl is happy, he's happy too.

he loves to watch you put sparkles on everything, buy things on his card, and make everything your own. he is perfectly content watching you shape the world so it revolves around you — and even happier to help you.

⊹ ࣪ .✦ ݁˖ he partakes in EVERYTHING you do. i mean, he is a willing participant who takes his role very seriously. specifically, shopping. he loves to watch you try on half the things in the store, with his stoic expression and the occasional mumble. of course, you think hes disinterested, so you stop trying things on.

he stops you as you start to leave the dressing room, four tops you haven't tried on in hand. "where ya going?"

"you dont look like you're having fun."

he rolls his eyes, like whatever hes about to say is glaringly obvious. "i am. who do you think put half the shit in your basket? santa claus? i wouldn't take you here if i didnt want a fashion show," he says, a small smile growing on his face. he quickly levels his expression, as though he was told not to smile. "go. back in the room. and i hung a skirt i wanted to see."

bf!pope cody who... is a biter. he love the sensation and the way you react. he bites anything and everything. its gotten to the point where you've banned certain positions because he cant stop biting you. he doesn't even do it on purpose!! he just needed somewhere to rest his head... not his fault your shoulders were perfect for sinking his teeth into.

"pope!" you squeal, pushing him back lightly. his eyes rove over you, his blank expression unmoving on his face. "i thought we agreed no more biting."

he grumbles lowly before tucking his face back into the crook of your neck where he had it before you'd so rudely evicted him. "yeah. 'm sorry baby," he mumbles softly. his teeth graze against your skin as he continues, "cant help it." you huffed softly as you felt his teeth connect back with your skin.

"pope. quit it." he whines softly at the demand. cant let him get away with everything but you'd be lying to say you didnt like it