JJ: Imagine Being Gay Or Something Like That

Pope: As top in this relationship, I think we should-

JJ: I can't believe you're pulling rank on me.

Pope, sweating: Tomorrow at 7. I'Il pick you up. Dress nice. *walks away*

JJ, a little flustered: Did he just ask me out on a date?

Sarah: I think it was more of a statement.

Kiara: More like a threat really.

JJ: Popeeee

Pope:

JJ: popeeee c’mon I swear I won’t do it again

Pope, narrowing his eyes: fine

JJ: okay, what kind of magic do cows do?

Pope: what kind of magic, JJ

JJ, giggling: moodoo

Pope: I’m never talking to you again

Pope : I’ve been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response.

JJ: Wow. They sound stupid.

Pope : But they’re not. They’re really smart actually. Just dense.

JJ: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!”

Pope : I guess you’re right. Hey JJ, I love you.

JJ: See! Just say that!

Pope : Holy fucking shit.

JJ: If that flies over their head then, sorry Pope , but they're too dumb for you.

Pope : JJ.

Kiara: have you proposed yet?

Pope: no, but in my head JJ and I have two kids and a library

JJ: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine. 
Pope: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again. 
JJ: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns?? 
Pope: Is it working?

*JJ and Pope working on their new house together*

JJ: just pound the nail into the wall

Pope, muttering: I’ll pound you against a wall

JJ: Bitches b like "I'm baby" but have childhood trauma and neglect like wtf do you know about being baby you were forced to grow up from an early age anyways I'm bitches

Pope: I-

JJ, pointing: can I sit there?

Pope: that’s my lap

JJ: that still doesn’t answer my question

*the pogues playing a game*

Sarah, picks up an card: JJ, name something you might hurt yourself riding on

JJ, biting his lip: oh lawd, you know what I’m thinking?

*JJ’s mind*: pope. Pope. Pope.

Sarah, grimacing: I have an idea

JJ: it’s pope

Pope *chokes on his beer*

Sarah: I fucking figured.

John b and Kiara *watches in horror*