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i dont necessarily expect you to have scrubbed your blog of every and any HP post you made over the years but if it's still your pinned post or in your bio you are Getting insta blocked like its been too many years for this shit gang
the mainstream Democratic Party realizing the majority of voters don’t agree with sending infinite money and weaponry to Israel so they can bomb the Gaza Strip into a barren wasteland a no amount of AIPAC money can make that seem like a good idea:
When Did You Get So Hot? - Animal Kingdom SMAU - PT. 46
+18 MDNI
pt. 45 / pt. 47
summary: family dinner with the cody's. dun dun DUN.
content: pope cody x fem!reader, age gap (reader is around deran's age), lewd conversations. VIOLENCE. a fork being used as a weapon. reader goes feral. VERBAL ABUSE (?) - reader receives and dishes out. smurf is a warning on her own. so is baz. making out. craig having ZERO table manners. mentions of prostitution. mormons. brief talk of pregnancy. brief mentions of incest. pope would kill for reader. reader would kill for pope.
a/n: this was a BEAST. literally thought this chapter was gonna kill me but we made it. 🫡 also! au where craig doesn't have a kid. I HOPE IT HITS!!!!! - taglist is closed!
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“We can still leave.”
You look over at Pope; his brow furrowed and concern written all over his face.
“Andy, babe, it’s gonna be fine.” you say, rubbing soothing circles on his bicep. “If things get weird, we’ll dip.” you shrug.
Pope huffs. “So we’ll walk in and then immediately walk out?” he jokes.
You snort out a laugh, slapping his arm. Pope shoots you a lopsided smile.
“C’mon, let’s go.” you say, taking his hand and giving it a squeeze. Heading into the arena (aka the Cody house) hand in hand.
You’re walking through the house when all of a sudden, you hear this agitating, grating voice call to you from the kitchen.
“In here you two!” Smurf yells.
You feel Pope tense next to you as you make your way into the kitchen. Smurf greets him with a hug first, barely acknowledging you.
“Hi, baby.” she says, kissing the corner of his mouth. Smurf turns to you with a smirk that doesn’t reach her eyes. “So nice to see you again, Y/N.” her tone bored, giving you a brief hug, fingers digging tightly into your arms.
“You want some wine?... If Cath hasn’t drank the whole bottle.” Smurf laughs, turning back to the pot of pasta sauce boiling on the stove. Cath bristles, lazily chopping a carrot.
“Hey Cath!” you say brightly, giving her a little wave. She smiles back, relaxing slightly at your presence. “I’d love a glass of white.” you request, keeping your tone even.
Smurf gives you a tight smile, her patience with you already waning. Before she can bark out an order, you quickly turn to Pope, giving him a sweet smile.
“Babe, would you get me a glass?” you say, batting your eyelashes at him.
“Sure, sweetie.” he mumbles gruffly, giving your hand a squeeze before moving through the kitchen.
Smurf looks you up and down, sizing you up. You meet her gaze head on, not shying away. Leaving you both in a silent standoff. Cath has abandoned the carrot, staring between you two with a mixture of worry and amusement.
Pope returns to your side, handing you the glass. Noting the tension but saying nothing.
“Thanks, Andy.” you smile, wiping away where Smurf kissed him and planting a sensual kiss on Pope’s lips.
You see Smurf tense, but her fake smile stays plastered on her face.
“Need any help, Smurf?” you ask, tone sweet but with a sharp edge to it.
“No, Cath and I’ve got it. You don’t seem like the kind of girl who likes to get her hands dirty.” she says it lightly, but there’s an undercurrent of ridicule behind it.
You let out an obviously fake laugh, narrowing your eyes at her.
“C’mon babe, let’s go sit.” you say, gripping Pope’s arm tightly in your perfectly manicured hand.
You give Cath a wink and a smirk as you leave the kitchen and head to the living room to sit with the rest of the family.
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Deran and Craig are already giving you side eye as you walk in, both wondering what you’ve got planned.
“Idiots.” you nod to them both, before turning to Baz and J.
“J, good to see you.” you smile. He gives you a simple nod in response. “Barry.” you say flatly, not bothering to look at him as you guide Pope down on the couch, next to Deran.
You settle yourself right on his lap, nestling comfortably against him. He gives a surprised look but quickly grips onto your hip, holding you close to him. You can feel the heat of Baz’s stare looking up and down your body. You ignore him, focusing your attention on Craig.
“So… what’s happening in the ghost hunting world.”
“Alright so they’re in an old hotel, fuck ton of spirits. One of em’ is a 12 year old boy named Radcliffe. He’s from the civil war, I guess. I think-”
You’ve already stopped listening, your eyes glazing over. Craig’s making punching motions with his fist, saying something about being able to take Radcliffe.
Pope chuckles under you, making your eyes shoot over to him. He’s staring at you with a warmth in his eyes that’s only reserved for you. You quirk a smile at him, cocking an eyebrow. You take a hearty gulp of wine, a drop dripping from your mouth and down your chin. Pope catches it with his thumb, bringing the drop to his mouth. Sucking it off his thumb.
You giggle, leaning in to give Pope a light kiss.
A harsh gagging sound breaks you from yours and Pope’s bubble.
“Yo! You two are fucking nasty.” Deran groans.
“Oh my god, chill. We’re kissing.” you roll your eyes.
“Craig! Come in here and help me with the garlic bread!” Smurf calls from the kitchen. Craig groans, dragging himself from the couch.
“Dude, you better wash your hands. I’m not missing out on garlic bread cause’ you got your unwashed ballsack hands all over it.” Deran complains.
“I second that motion!” you pipe up.
“M’ gonna wash my hands.” Craig says, offended. “Do you guys think I’m an animal or somethin’?”
You and Deran answer “yes” at the same time. Both of you turning to each other with a laugh, and high fiving.
Craig mumbles “fuck you guys” under his breath as he stumbles out of the living room. Cath passes him, settling in next to Baz. You give each other knowing looks.
Cath snorts out a laugh, earning stares from the rest of the room. You giggle behind your wine glass. Pope raises an eyebrow but you just shake your.
Cath lets out another chuckle, shaking her head at you. You wink at her and finish off your glass of wine and move to stand up.
“I’m gonna get a refill.”
Pope almost doesn’t let you up, gripping you tighter against him. You kiss his cheek and he releases you, reluctantly. He gives you his hand, helping you stand up.
“Thanks honeybee.” you smile, giving his hand a rub.
“Honeybee?” Deran snorts.
“I don’t need your toxic energy right now Deran.” you say, giving a ‘talk to the hand’ gesture as you walk past.
You head into the kitchen, bracing yourself for whatever bullshit Smurf’s gonna throw your way. Thankfully, she’s setting the table. Craig’s digging into a jar from the fridge.
“Dude, what are you doing?” you ask, grabbing the bottle of wine and refilling your glass.
“Hungry. Wanted a snack.” Craig mumbles around a mouthful of…
“Bro no way you’re raw dogging pickled jalapeños right now?” you snort.
Craig shrugs and shoves a couple more slices into his mouth, sucking his fingers clean.
“Oh hey…. You find Ferretuccine yet?” you whisper conspiratorially.
“No.” Craig sighs dejectedly. “He’s living in the walls now. Found a hole Smurf don’t know about. Been leaving food for him. I hear him rustling sometimes, so at least he’s still alive?”
“What are you two whispering about?” Smurf says, annoyed.
“Nothing.” you both say simultaneously.
Smurf gives you both a narrowed glare, shaking her head. Moving about the kitchen.
“Dinner’s gonna be ready soon.” Smurf says coldly, giving you a judgemental look up and down. “Y/N, go get my boys.” she turns away from you, her tone possessive.
You hum, taking another gulp of wine. This is going to be… interesting.
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You’re all seated around the dining table, the sounds of casual conversation and clinking utensils filling the room. Smurf’s at the head of the table, watching you carefully. Baz is next to her, trying to talk business, with Cath bored out of her mind next to him. J’s on Smurf’s other side, picking at his food and texting under the table. You’re in the middle, between J and Pope. Craig and Deran seated across from you.
Pope hasn’t moved his hand from your thigh since you sat down. You’ve never seen him more tense than he is right now. He’s barely eating, his eyes flickering between you and Smurf.
Craig’s shoveling forkful after forkful of pasta in his mouth. Deran’s watching him in disgust, like a car crash you can’t look away from.
“Craig, no one’s gonna take it from you.” you mock, picking at the piece of garlic bread on your plate.
Craig takes another huge forkful out of spite and flips you off.
“So Y/N, how long have you and Andrew been together now?” Smurf asks, studying you.
You take a long sip of wine, making her wait. Pope’s staring her down, waiting for when she might strike.
“Oh… It’s been what, babe?” you turn to Pope in mock wonder. “5-ish months?” you look back over at Smurf with a smile that’s anything but sweet.
Craig snorts.
You glare at him.
“What? You’re acting like you don’t keep track down to the day.” Craig shrugs.
Deran kicks him in the shin. Mumbling at him to “shut the fuck up”.
“Craig, don’t be a weasel.” you glare, cocking an eyebrow.
“Right… sorry. Shutting up.” He mumbles, stuffing an entire piece of garlic bread into his mouth.
“Down to the day, huh?” Baz scoffs.
You can feel your eye start to twitch.
“Okay fine. 5 months, 2 weeks, and 4 days.” you say matter of factly.
“Cute.” Smurf chuckles, continuing to size you up.
Cath tries to steer the conversation toward neutral territory, something about renovations on their house. You give her a thankful look.
Smurf doesn’t budge.
“Over 5 months and Andrew’s just now bringing you around for a family dinner?” she says thoughtfully. “I thought you said it was serious?”
“Oh it is!” you correct, smile tight and fake. “I guess I’ve just been… keeping him busy.” you smirk at her, letting the insinuation land. Pope’s grip on your thigh tightens.
Smurf’s jaw ticks, narrowing her eyes at you.
The room has gone quiet, except for Craig's scarfing.
You take another deep gulp of wine, trying to steady yourself.
“Smurf, what’s with all the questions?’ Deran says, breaking the silence.
She shoots Deran a look that has him clearing his throat and looking back down at his plate.
“Just wanting to get…. reacquainted with Y/N. As Andrew’s… girlfriend-.” she says girlfriend like it’s a bad taste in her mouth. “Not just yours and Craig’s little groupie.”
“Smurf…” Pope warns.
Deran and Craig are looking between the three of you like this is a tennis match.
You grip your fork tightly, considering jamming it right in Smurf’s eye. Pope rubs soothing circles on your thigh, reminding you that you’re not alone in this.
“Groupie? Do you mean a ‘friend’?” you joke. “I know you don’t have any of those that aren’t either blackmailed or bought, so it must be confusing.” you say with mock sympathy.
Everyone at the table freezes. Deran and Craig are looking at you like you’ve grown a second head. Cath lightly gasps, her eyes going wide.
Smurf bristles, putting her wine glass down.
“Hmm… funny.” Smurf says, leaning back. “I’ve been meaning to ask you, what’s your going rate?”
You furrow your brow, tilting your head slightly.
“Your work.” Smurf says, like it’s obvious. “Do you have any other clients or is it just my son paying you to spread your legs?”
You can’t help the shocked laugh that bubbles from your throat.
The table falls dead silent for a moment before erupting into chaos.
Deran and Craig both protesting, asking Smurf “what the fuck.” You can feel the anger radiating off Pope, his hands now flat on the table. He’s staring at Smurf like he might rip her head off.
“Smurf…” Pope warns, voice coming out in a growl.
“What?” Smurf asks innocently.
Pope just stares her down, eyes full of hatred. It catches Smurf off guard for a moment before she’s able to replace her mask of cool indifference.
“This tracks…” you mumble, rolling your eyes.
“What tracks?” Smurf asks.
“You being way too interested in where your son sticks his dick. It tracks.” you shrug, not breaking eye contact.
“Y/N, please don’t.” Deran groans, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“What are you implying?” Smurf asks, leaning forward in her chair.
“I think you know exactly what I’m implying.” you say, a laugh escaping.
Smurf is speechless. Actually speechless. Her eyes go wide, full of fire.
“You disgusting little-“
You hold your hands up in surrender.
“Hey, you’re the one who’s always macking on her adult sons.” you say.
“Listen here you little bimbo-“
“Oh my god! I’m so sick of your monologuing, you fucking cunt-“
Pope slams his palms down on the table hard, making everyone jump.
“Enough.” he commands harshly.
“Andrew-“ Smurf starts.
“No Smurf. I said enough.” Pope grunts. “You will not talk to her that way.” His eyes never leaving Smurfs.
“Talk to her that way?! This little slut just called me a cunt!”
You scoff. Rolling your eyes and crossing your arms.
“I don’t care. You started it. I’m finishing it.” Pope says. “Y/N is mine. No one talks to her that way.” He clenches his fists and his jaw. “No. One.”
Smurf is silent, reassessing her son. Her eyes cloud with several different emotions; anger, shock, fear.
Her and Pope are still in a standoff when Baz laughs into his beer, earning a jab in the ribs from Cath.
“I know your ass isn’t laughing right now.” you warn, shooting Baz daggers.
Baz shrugs with a smug smirk.
“No seriously, Y/N. Is he paying you? Cause that would make him pulling you make way more sense.” Baz asks.
“Baz, I swear to god.” Cath grumbles, covering her face with her hands.
“Excuse me?” you ask darkly, squeezing your hands into fists.
“Y/N… chill.” Deran says carefully. “He’s not worth it.”
Baz chuckles, leaning back and putting his hands up in surrender.
“I’m just saying what everyone’s thinking. Pope’s a freak, he’d have to pay a chick to put up with him.” Baz laughs.
“Baz, that’s enough-“ Smurf starts
You don’t let her finish. You’re already flying out of your chair, knocking it to the ground behind you. You grip your fork and lunge across the table at Baz.
“I will fucking gut you, you shrimp dick motherfucker.” you growl, jabbing your fork in his direction.
Pope wraps his arms around you quickly, holding you against his chest. Deran is up and trying to take the fork from you. Craig is cheering you on, clapping and whooping. J is staring between you and Baz in shocked silence. Cath is trying to mediate, without much success. And Smurf is watching you, shocked, with her eyebrows up to her hairline.
“Let me go, Andrew!” you grunt, trying to free yourself from Pope’s grip.
Baz is backing away from you with his hands up and his brows furrowed.
“What the fuck is your problem?” Baz shouts.
“Choke and die.” you say simply.
Deran is able to pry the fork from your vice like grip, letting it clatter to the floor.
“Y/N, calm down.” Pope mumbles into your ear, still hugging you to his chest.
“No! I’m not gonna let this sack of shit talk about you like that.”
“Get her out of here before she destroys my dining room.” Smurf yells, watching you like you’re a live grenade.
“Craig.” Pope motions to you with his head. “Take her outside.”
Craig hesitates briefly, before coming around the table and throwing you over his shoulder.
“Oh put me down you big doofus.” you complain, slapping at Craig’s back. You pass Baz and Cath on your way out. “Baz… when I get my hands on you…” you warn, looking at him with complete disgust and hatred.
You’re spewing insults at Baz, “cocksucker” and “manwhore”, as Craig carries you out of the house and to Pope’s truck.
“Craig put me down already.” you huff, pushing at his back.
“You promise you’re gonna be chill?” Craig questions.
“Sure, whatever.” you grumble, rolling your eyes.
Craig groans, pulling open the passenger side of Pope’s truck and depositing you into the front seat. You cross your arms over your chest, glaring towards the house.
“Dude…” Craig starts “That was fucking awesome.” he laughs, sticking out his fist for a fist bump.
You stare at him for a moment, trying to fight a smile, before rolling your eyes and giving in. Bumping your fists. You sit in silence like that for a minute before you groan in realization.
“Smurf is totally banning me from the house now…” you pout, slumping in your seat. “There goes my pool time.” you grumble. Craig chuckles and ruffles your hair.
Movement near the front door catches your eye; Cath and Baz are headed towards their car. Baz is avoiding looking your way, moving quickly as Cath angrily berates him. She looks over to you and nods.
“Sorry Cath!” you say, cringing at the fact that she was caught in the middle of that.
Baz scoffs, throwing open his door. “Get in the car, Catherine.”
Cath turns to you.
“I’ll text you.” she says softly, giving you a small smile, before joining Baz in the car.
He wastes no time, pulling out of the driveway quickly and driving off. You flip off the car as it goes, shaking your head.
Craig lets out a low whistle, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Can you go see what’s taking Andrew so long?” you ask.
“Yeah sure thing, dudette.” Craig nods, giving you an awkward pat on the knee before heading off back to the house.
Tossing your phone on the center console, you watch Pope stalk towards you. He doesn’t say a word as he stands in front of you and buries his head in your chest, taking deep breaths.
“Andy… I’m so sorry…” you say, your voice small and vulnerable.
Pope doesn’t speak, just grips your waist tightly and groans. He doesn’t look at you as he pulls away and gets you settled in your seat, buckling you in and closing the door. You watch him cross in front of the truck, rubbing a hand down his face in frustration.
He still doesn’t say anything to you when he gets in the car. Or when he pulls out and heads towards your apartment. You’re halfway to your place when you finally break the silence.
“Andrew. I really am so sorry. I shouldn’t have-”
“You’re fine.” Pope grunts, keeping his focus on the road.
“Andrew-”
“Sweetheart. Drop it.”
“We need to talk about what happened.”
“Later.” he says, pulling into your complex.
“But-” you whine lightly.
“No.” he says, a finality in his tone.
The intensity in his eyes tells you not to argue. You just nod, looking down at your hands in your lap.
You can’t help but worry that the family dinner from hell ruined things. That you ruined things.
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You toss your phone on your bed and finish getting unready. Sliding on your pink, silk pajamas. Making your way out of your bedroom, you spot Pope sitting on the couch; his head in his hands. Padding your way to him, you clear your throat. Pope shoots his head up, dropping his arms to his sides. You plop down onto his lap and lock your arms around his neck.
“Okay first things first.” you start, meeting his stormy eyes. “I’m sorry for calling your mom a cunt and trying to murder Baz at the dinner table.”
Pope huffs, shaking his head. “Sweetheart…”
“No. Let me finish.” you cut him off. “Second. Deran told me what went down after I left… I love you so so so much for defending my honor against Smurf. You are the sweetest, most amazing boyfriend anyone could EVER ask for.” you say, kissing him sweetly on the lips.
Pope chases your mouth as you pull away. His eyes are glossy and a red flush across his cheeks.
“And finally… Baz is a fucking moron.” you say, rolling your eyes. “We haven’t talked about it but… I want you to know I see a future with you. The whole white picket fence thing…” you say shyly, voice small and vulnerable.
“Really?” Pope questions, voice coming out hoarse.
You giggle and nod your head. “I mean- I am so not ready to be a mom.” you laugh. “But eventually… I would love to have a baby with you.” you whisper. Kissing him again, slower and sensually.
Pope whimpers into the kiss, holding onto you like a life preserver. You quickly find your rhythm, the kiss turning open mouthed and sloppy. Your tongues exploring each other's mouths. You whine into the kiss, feeling him harden underneath you.
He reluctantly pulls away, resting his forehead against yours.
“You really mean that?” he asks, his voice full of hope and longing.
You nod at him with a shy smile. Hugging him tightly.
“Come to bed Andy…” you say breathlessly. Your lips are swollen from the kissing, eyes hooded, and face flushed.
He growls and scoops you up in his arms, hauling you to the bedroom. A giddy shriek leaving your lips. You hold on tight, looking up at him like he hung the moon.
I hate how black culture is treated as inherently humorous. Aave is turned into slang. Black cultural foods are considered ghetto. I wish our culture could exist outside of some veneer of comedy.
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"why do you defend female characters over the same things you hate male characters for" because fandom is disproportionately interested in the motivations and actions of men over women and will do literally everything in their power to justify their faves while treating female characters like one dimensional cutouts who exist to serve men's narratives. because you are predisposed to find any and all "unladylike" behaviors in female characters as unlikeable and you make up excuses to rationalize it rather than examine the biases you've imposed on your media consumption. because sometimes i think it's actually far more interesting when a woman breaks the mold in an unpleasant way but the same doesn't actually apply to men because that's the status quo in fiction and why should i feel compelled to give a fuck about them when there's like 100000000 of you doing that for me. because almost every single time i see an essay about how deep and complex a morally questionable character is it is literally always every single time without fail the exact same 20-30 something year old guy that looks like his name is kyle and i'm bored of it.
"that's a double standard─" it sure is! die mad about it.
I know this is a tiny part of the wider problems born of diet culture, fatphobia, classicism, and racism but like god the idea that "healthy" food must inherently taste bad has completely ruined us as a society.
Every time you feel bad for having coffee with cream and sugar or ranch on your salad or putting extra butter and salt on your veggies I want you to imagine the spirit of John Harvey Kellogg in front of you and then I want you to kill him with a real gun and eat your delicious food in peace.
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Summary: Set in the “You Hit Me With Lightning” universe, these are a collection of one shots that take place before, during and after the series with each part marked accordingly. Some of them can probably stand alone from the series but definitely work better when you read the other parts! This series is more flexible and will have parts as I have inspiration for them, a lot of the chapters will also more than likely be closer to drabbles! Also! Feel free to suggest prompts or make requests for this series! I’d love to fill in the gaps of scenarios y’all want to see!
A/N: Thank you @vigilantexreader for the read through!!
Oneshot #6: Dungeons and Dragons
Masterlist, YHMWL Chapter 1
She was suspicious the moment she walked inside, hands loaded with grocery bags.
When Adrian asked her two weeks ago if she’d make food so the 11th Street Kids could play dungeons and dragons all afternoon, she had been reluctant to agree. Spending one of her few free Saturdays cooking sounded like hell when all she wanted to do was rot, but on the other hand, getting to see Adrian basically try to lead his insane friends through a campaign did sound delightful.
However, her first moment of distrust arose the moment she saw five character sheets on her dining room table.
She went over everyone in her head; Chris, Ads, Emilia, and John. There should be four. She didn’t know a lot about D&D, but she knew that Adrian wouldn’t need a character sheet since he was the dungeon master. She knew from how much food he asked her to make that they shouldn’t be expecting another guest in the apartment.
Still, she let him be, focusing on making pigs in a blanket, guacamole with homemade chips, a cheese board, and a fruit pizza for dessert. She resisted the urge to make anything themed, knowing that if she gave even an inch of interest Adrian would rope her into playing.
And she was determined to at least rot a little on her Saturday.
“Yummy, mandarin oranges!” Adrian said, one arm snaking around her waist, pulling her slightly away as his other hand made quick work grabbing some of her prepped fruit for the fruit pizza and shoving it in his mouth.
“Hey!” she cried, trying to wrangle out of his grasp, but he held her tight with a smile.
“Oh hush, you always buy extra, we both know that,” he teased, but finally released her after he ate his share of fruit with a shake of his head.
“Asshole,” she grumbled, making quick work to rearrange her fruit further away from him.
“How much more prep do you have?” he asked, jumping up on the counter to watch her work.
“Currently keeping the pigs in a blanket and chips warm in the oven, everything else is ready and covered in the fridge except the fruit pizza. I don’t want it to get soggy so let me know like 20 minutes before you guys want it and I’ll finish putting it together.”
“You know…if you wanted to…” he started, and her eyes snapped to him.
“Adrian, you better-”
“I already made you a character sheet and I might’ve already said you were playing!” he practically puked out. “I’m sorry! Ads kept asking me if you’d play too because she’s been wanting you to do more stuff with everyone and I know it’s your one free day this week and I know you’re tried and you cooked all this awesome food, but isn’t there just some small part of you that wants to play with us?” he begged.
“No.”
“Come on!”
“How long have you known you were going to ask me to play?” she asked, crossing her arms and raising her eyebrows as she eyed him down. She wished she felt satisfied at the way he almost seemed to shrink at her words.
“For two weeks,” he mumbled.
“Adrian!”
“What! I knew you would say no and I know you’ll have fun! Come on, please!”
“Adrian my one Saturday!” she whined, feeling like an exhausted toddler. “I just made all this food and all I want to do is rot in bed.”
“What if I make it up to you?” he begged.
“State your bargain,” she said after a long pause, arms still crossed as she moved to lean against the opposite counter where he was sitting. He clapped his hands, sitting up straight as he cleared his throat.
“I will take PTO on your next three days off, doordash us lunch and dinner, and you can pick whatever we do,” he started, holding out his hand to count. “For the next month I’ll stop asking if Chris can come over-”
“You’re going to forget instantly and still ask. That one doesn’t count,” she interrupted.
“Okay, okay. Well, everything else I can offer I want to do anyway! Like I’ll eat you out whenever you want, take you out to dinner, I’d do anything you asked. Which! I think it shows just how good of a boyfriend I am and even though I’m a dumbass you should still make this sacrifice for me and I’ll appreciate you!” he said, a pleading look on his face and she sighed, stamping her foot.
“Jesus Christ, fine! Just one session! You’re killing my character off if you have to do a second session!”
“Well, we can leave it open in case you decide you’re having so much fun that you want to keep playing and it could be a weekly thing with everyone!” She gave him a hard look. “Maybe just a monthly thing with everyone,” he corrected, and she sagged.
“Next time, just ask me,” she muttered, moving to him as she cupped his cheek with one hand and kissed the other.
“I will, I will,” he said, nodding his head, letting out a breath. “I should’ve just asked you, even if you said no then, at least you’d have a heads up I wanted you to play.”
“Thank you, baby. Now let me finish getting things set up food wise and you go set up the table. I’d like to sit by Ads,” she said, shooing him away.
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