mainly sugar, minimal spice

andrew pope cody, who takes everything a little too literally.

he could be getting handsy with his girl, but she swats his hand off, telling him its her ’shark week’. now, andrew thinks she means literal sharks— which obviously confuses him. her shark week? 10 google searches and 2 reddit threads later, he discovers she means her period. she could still have sharks, though.

his girl tells him shes ’so hungry she could eat her foot’ he gets a little mortified, and will literally go to whatever food place is the nearest and grabs whatever food is ready the fastest.

he’s about to go out on a job and his girl tells him to ’break a leg’ so he spends the entire job mad as fuck (at himself) bc he thinks his girl is mad at him for doing jobs, hence telling him to break a leg.

his girl telling him ’when we get home, im eating my weight in pizza’ and he takes it literally and is about to order WAY too many pizzas (he thought she was just practicing for an eating contest)

roadtrip. his girl is driving, asking him to watch the map. he does. after passing far too many turns, she turns to him and asks when they’re meant to turn, only for him to say it was a few miles ago. she asked him to watch the map, not give directions.

König had been awake for at least an hour, already dressed, already restless. But you? You were still buried under the blankets, curled up like a stubborn little cocoon.

He sighed, kneeling beside the bed, his large hand gently nudging your shoulder. "Maus, wake up," he whispered, his voice warm but insistent.

You groaned in protest, burrowing deeper. He huffed a quiet laugh before leaning down, his breath brushing your ear. "If you don’t get up, I will carry you," he warned playfully. No reaction. A pause.