hey girl ily. IF reqs are still open… i am requesting pope who always buys shit for his gf, but finds out she bought something pricey with her own money. he’s pissed and she’s trying to figure out why, jokingly goes “it’s almost like u get off on me spending ur money lol” and he immediately gets super quiet and blushy cuz he DOES
hi hi baby i love you more and sorry if this is not as long as you hoped but i thought it was a good blurb/thought!! thank you for requesting, my love <3. wc: 1.8k
this is soooooo good. i will DIE on the hill that pope has felt so used all of his life that all he wants to do is feel useful in a more positive way!!!!! so when he gets a girl?? yeah that’s HIS girl. his everything. his responsibility. he’ll do anything to take care of her. that means his money isn’t even HIS money, it’s yours.
you find it so silly how he asks you if he can buy himself something. it’s never for anything minor, mostly the bigger things. “i think our family room needs a new TV. that okay?”
your eyebrows furrow at this, looking up at him from your textbook. “what?”
“the family room. the television is outdated. can i get a new one?”
“uhm… yeah?” you’re confused but you don’t voice it. you shrug it off like it’s no big deal.
until he asks something else a few days later. “been looking at new trucks, think i can get one?”
you’re in the middle of watching a movie, his rough fingers are massaging your calves after you complained about running back and forth on campus. your eyebrows furrow, looking up at him from your spot. “why are you asking me that?”
he shrugs. “cause i want to know what you want.”
you snort, lying your head back down on your pillow. “and if i said you can’t get one?”
“then i won’t get one.”
your eyes are wide, sitting up fully, pulling your legs from him. “what? you grabbing from my financial aid for the truck or something? cause i only get my year covered and that seems like a lot, sure, but i can’t just waste that all—“
“why would i grab your money? that’s yours.”
“okay… so…” you’re so fucking confused. you shake your head, waving your arms between the two of you. “okay. am i being slow or something? did i miss an entire part of our conversation? was i focused too much on the movie?”
and he has the audacity to look confused as he speaks, “my money is yours too.”
“and… my money is yours?” you ask.
he scoffs, offended. “why would your money be mine?”
“i mean… wouldn’t your words mean the—“
“no.” he interrupts.
“but—“
“no. my money is yours, your money is yours. not mine.”
“your money is mine… and it’s not yours?”
“yes.”
“you’re an idiot.” but you don’t argue.
you have lots of nice things. nice bags and shoes and makeup, all thanks to the money from pope’s wallet. it’s not like you can’t buy yourself anything. you very much can. you’re good at saving, especially with the job you have, the one he hates. so, when you graduate? oh, he’s spoiling you like crazy. he gets you everything you’ve so much as glanced at.
but… you decide to get yourself your own big gift! you’ve never bought yourself something truly pricey. you’ve got your big girl job AND a degree. yeah, that bag you’ve wanted for ages? it’s officially yours.
the funny thing is, he doesn’t even notice it for a while. you opened it while he was off doing his work with his family. you took pictures with the bag, posted it all over your story. had everyone sliding up and congratulating you. but he doesn’t have any form of social media so there’s no way he could’ve seen it.
it’s maybe about a week later when you two are getting ready for a date night, that he notices it.
“when did i get you that?”
“huh?” you’re too busy focused on putting your earrings on at your mirror.
he nods to the bag on the bed with charms hanging off the strap. “that one. i don’t remember buying you that.”
you finally turn, still struggling with your earring. “ah, you didn’t get that one for me.”
his eyebrows furrow. “what do you mean?”
“girl, what do you mean?” you’re frustrated now, finger still fidgeting on your earlobe.
“you bought it?”
you nod, turning back to your mirror. “yeah.”
“okay… so you used my card?”
you huff, “no, i bought it.”
“with my card.”
“no, not with your card.” you groan, tossing your annoying earring onto your vanity in his room. because of course he set up a vanity for you in his bedroom.
“okay… with my cash?”
“no, baby, im overstimulated enough as it is. my card. my money. i bought myself that bag with my money.”
he’s quiet. you’re grabbing another pair of earrings, tugging those on easily. you finally turn back to see pope sitting on the edge of his bed, slumped over, face in his hands.
this completely stuns you. “pope?” you rush to him. “oh my god. i didn’t mean to snap at you. you know how i get when im overstimulated. it’s not fair of me, i know that, but you—“
he pulls his hands from his face, looking at you as you’re on your knees for him. “did my card decline?”
“Uhm… what?” you’re confused, eyes flickering across his hurt expression.
“my card. when you tried to pay for the bag, did it decline?”
“what—“
“i should have the money. maybe the price flagged the cars and shut it down for a bit—“
“pope—“
“did you make any big purchases prior to that?”
you sigh, “pope. i did not use your card. i didn’t try using your card. i bought it with my own money.”
his eyebrows furrow, “your own money being my money.”
you forget for a second that he truly believes the money he makes is yours. you take his hands and hold them in yours. “pope. my card. my bank. my money.”
silence for a few moments. he gets up off the bed, helping you up as well. “okay. let’s go to dinner.”
he’s quiet and distant the entire time. he keeps his manners, of course. he pulls your chair out for you, he listens to you as you speak, holds your bag for you when you get too overwhelmed with it. but he’s clearly upset.
the car ride back to his place is silent, only a soft tune being played on the radio.
you’re the first to break the silence. “did I hurt your feelings?”
“no.” nothing else.
“okay… did i disrespect you in some sort of way?”
“no.”
you shake your head, feeling that frustration bubbling up in your chest. “okay do you want to tell me what’s wrong or are you going to keep pouting about it?”
the drive is completely silent until he parks in front of his home. he decides to tell the truth then, “you didn’t use my card.”
you still for a second before turning to look at him. “wait… you’re upset because i bought this bag with my own money?”
“i wish you would stop saying that. your own money? my money is yours.”
“that’s a really nice sentiment but it’s not—“
“it is true.” he insists.
you roll your eyes. you truly didn’t think that was the reason he was being so pissy. you thought your sometimes bad attitude got to him. “geez, pope. do you have a kink for me spending your money?” you fully expect him retort back with a snarky little comment, which is usually how your petty little arguments go.
silence.
you turn to him again. he’s looking away. his eyes are stuck on a bush outside the window. you move forward, trying to get a better look of his face. and when you catch the way his cheeks are a tinge of pink, you let out a laugh.
“oh my god! you do have a kink for it!” you can’t stop laughing.
he huffs, his blush deepening. “shut up. you’re kink-shaming right now.”
“dude, this is too good.” you’re cackling. doubling over in laughter.
he mumbles, embarrassed. “not your dude…” he gets out of the car, opening your car door for you and helping you out, despite being pouty.
once inside, he sits at the table, arms crossed over his chest and still pouting. you get ready for bed and come out to him in the same spot. you feel the guilt gnawing at you.
you easily slide on over to him, plopping down on his lap, arms around his neck and pressing kisses to his cheek. “give me your credit card.”
“what?” his hands instantly move to your waist, securing you.
“watch me online shop.” you hum, now pressing kisses to the corner of his lips. “that’ll turn you on, right?” he’s quiet. and then, he’s lifting you, “pope!” you laugh as he walks you to his bedroom, smacking your ass.
he gently puts you down, “say you’re sorry.”
you try to contain your laughter because he’s turned on. the tent in his jeans is tight, straining to pop out. “im sorry, my baby. should’ve used your money to buy the bag. gonna use all your money up from now on.”
he groans, shoving his face in the crook of his neck as he slides his jeans down, letting himself spring free. he strokes himself a few times before slipping your nightgown up. “fuck, keep going.”
your legs instantly latch around him, “didn’t spoil me enough for graduating.” a lie, he spoiled you plenty. “gonna need more from you. more bags. more shoes. a new laptop for work…”
the moan he releases as he slides into you is filthy and whiney. “anything!” he ruts into you, desperate for his release. “anything for you, fuck, baby, anything for my smart girl…”
and he meant it, because he does take you shopping the next day, and you do give him head when you’re back in the filled up car.
Ok,so,hear me out...provider!Pope with a bookworm reader!she always struggled to live by ans pay for things...so once Pope realizes that and decides to give her the hoise she always dreamed,he builts her own library ,filled with her favorite books(and all the ones on her wishlist) and once she sees it she realizes "yep,I'm gonna marry this man..." and they don't leave the place for 3 days😍🤣❤️😈📚
you know when he robs all those banks for lenas college fund? he pulls something like that for you.
you tell him a little about your childhood and your single parent or even if you had both parents, they really struggled to make ends meet. you moved around TOO much and you more often than not, were too close to ending up on the streets with your family, but you don’t speak of that, too embarrassed. the only place you really felt safe in was the public library in your city, escaping into different universes— he knows the types of books you like too, Barnes and Noble easily becomes his top five visited stores from then on.
that being said, you want to make something of yourself badly! but everything is so fucking expensive as a college student. so, yeah, you accept his gifts of going out to eat and restocking your fridge or just scouring his fridge. you never took notice that he only stocks it for you either, he NEVER eats at his own place. but you HATE accepting anything else.
so when your relationship moves further and you’re only barely establishing roots in your new career, you’re still struggling a bit. his suggestion to move in together takes longer than he expected. he gets pissy sometimes that you’re not quicker to accept his forms of love, which is very clearly providing for you!!! hello!!!!! let him!!!!
you’re honest with him that you don’t have the money for a new place, no deposit or first rent. he’s baffled because girl? he’s not talking about renting? you’re going to be owning???!!!! don’t worry about that. you keep promising that you’ll pay him back and he finds it ridiculous.
“i’ll pay you back. im serious.”
he gives you a bored expression. “wives don’t pay their husbands back.”
“we’re not married.”
“we will be though.”
so yeah, you force a budget onto him. you carefully look for places to buy. very carefully. you frustrate him to no end when he shows you a really cool place and doesn’t want to tell you the price because he knows you’ll say no. you say no either way.
he didn’t know the full extent of your childhood. it’s probably said by your sister and he’s shocked. he’s had a bad home life too so he gets it but you not having a secure roof over your heads for years solidifies it for him. he robs MULTIPLE banks and businesses for you, on multiple different days until he has enough for the home he was looking at.
you’re pissed AS HELL!!!!!! when he buys a home without asking you. he lies about the price. says it was cheaper because you need to work on it and some old people died in it. you scold him for saying that but he doesn’t care, he likes the way your eyes light up at every room he shows you.
he works on it all by himself, sometimes with his brothers, but he doesn’t like them around you so it’s not often.the last room he works on is a surprise. he doesn’t let you inside whatsoever. and you’re a good girl duhhhh so you don’t.
making you a mini-library at home is the best decision he could have ever made. one, you pepper him with kisses and gush about how much you love him. two, you tell him you’ll never have enough to repay him, monetary wise so you won’t bother and that makes him unbelievably hard. three, you do have other ways to pay him. and maaaaan do you repay him 😁😁😁😁😁😚
Honestly,provider!Pope is all I can think about now❤️❤️❤️ just imagine reader isn't used to being cared for(not a bit self inserted) and when she notices Pope doing things for her...her brain shortcircuits for a moment until she realizes it's ok
yes!!!!! i like to picture that reader with provider!pope is either the older sibling that takes care of everyone or the middle child that isn’t paid any attention to!!!! you’re never anyone’s first thought, not even a second thought. you remember everyone’s favorite snacks and meals and drinks and their way to do things.
and when you first get with pope, you expect it to be that way too. you learn to be attentive to him, learn his quirks and how he likes things. but he surprises you.
it’s the smallest of things. not even BIG. he remembered your coffee order. which, again, big fucking deal!!! it’s just coffee!! but you’d never have someone pay attention to you like that. you’re in COMPLETE shock!!!!!!!!! you shrug it off as a one off though, since you’re not used to it.
and then he keeps doing it. he knows the snacks you like, he knows the color of clothing you prefer for your skin tone, the beauty products you use, even the toothpaste that works for your sensitive teeth. when he starts spending his money on you???? you’re upset at first. anything he gets you, you leave at his place too, you don’t feel okay with taking it out of his home.
but he keeps doing it!!! and he makes it ABUNDANTLY clear that’s he’s not stopping!!! so girl just take what he gives you, he wants to take care of his girl
Reader who gets the majority of her things with pope's money, but as soon as she makes a big purchase with her money she makes it clear to everyone that the new big truck is hers, not theirs. She's married to the man, and everything he owns is hers, but her stuff is off-limits. She might let him drive it but he doesn't own it in anyway ✋️
10000000%!!!!!! at first, she’s really shy about the way he is. wdymmmmmm what’s mine isn’t yours? but reader starts embracing it!! so when she buys that mamalona she’s been wanting??? baby that’s all hers!!!!!
she loves driving her truck but for date night, she makes him drive cause duh?? and men clap HIM on the back??? but he’s quick to tell them it’s not his, it’s his girls. he boasts like craaaaaaazzy about you too!
cause sure, he has money but it’s dirty money. your money is clean. perfect. all hard work, years of school put into it!! so yeah, he will also learn to accept ur own big purchases
Hehe Pope who spoils you. I saw a post saying my boyfriend bought me flowers and when the waitress asked what are we celebrating he said another day !!! Sooo Pope coded because he's just grateful you let him be near you, he'd even take scraps of affection from you so he's super grateful that you let him call you his girlfriend and love him ☀️
a little off topic but… if this is provider!pope, i soooooo canon that reader can more often than not be a fucking bitch to him 😭😭 like the way she was getting overstimulated by her earrings and she snapped at him and that’s not even what UPSET HIM… it was the money
you can be in the worst of fucking moods, slamming cabinets shut and stirring dinner or chopping too intensely and he’d STILL get you flowers and is still so sweet to you
he doesn’t talk much but when you’re not visibly happy like you usually are, all he can do is ask if you’re okay every second… so you do snap at him to shut the fuck up 😭 he shuts up IMMEDIATELY
and then you feel bad so you apologize but instead of you getting HIM something, he brings YOU flowers and apologizes for being annoying 😫 and you feel sooooooo terrible because he tells you that he’ll take you in anyway he can get and he’s grateful for what you do decide to give him. and he takes you out to dinner for your bad mood and he’s so touchy and sweet the entire time UUHGGGGH YOURE TERRIBLE
