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mayfieldss · 1 year

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Dating Pope Heyward would include;

Pope's not a PDA kind of guy.

He prefers time alone with you, where he can be himself completely in your presence.

He loves holding your hand though. Whenever he's stressed out, he likes knowing that you're there with him, and holding your hand is the perfect way for him to do that.

Long walks on the beach with you have to be one of his favorite things.

He can talk for hours with you about anything.

He can be mischievous too and if you're not careful, he'll throw you over his shoulder and run into the ocean at full speed, taking you with him.

Pope has the most confidence when he's with you, and that means a lot of chaos.

Tickle fights, chasing you around the beach when you steal his things, passionate kissing in the sand.

The whole package really.

Cuddles is a must. Big hugs from you after a long day or night are the cure to Pope's concerns and fears.

He's anxious a lot, but with you, he's calmer. He feels more in control of himself and his life when you're around.

Dates, lots of them.

He's a romantic guy, and he tries hard to make and keep you happy, which is why date night is a big thing.

We're talking candle-lit dinner out on the dock.

Stargazing, where he points out all his favorite constellations.

Pope thinks teddy bears and continuous apologies are the cure for every fight, and he might be right because somehow, when you're mad at him, Pope showing up at your door with a stuffed animal and a sad face makes you forget why you're angry.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you."

The first time Pope says I love you, it's awkward.

It's one of those situations where his mouth keeps moving, but he's stopped thinking.

He blurted it out super-fast as you were walking away from him.

"I think I love you."

It was strange but sweet, and you'd turned right around when he said it.

He kept blabbering on forever afterward, explaining the reasons why, and how he didn't know why he'd told you the way he did.

You shut him up with a kiss.

Now, it's a common occurrence, keeping him quiet by pressing your lips to his.

Pope likes it when you do it, though, mainly because he loves kissing you.

He likes reading to you too.

Falling asleep on the couch, cuddled up with Pope as he reads to you is a treat for both of you considering you hardly get any time alone.

Teasing from the rest of the Pouges is a definite in your relationship with Pope.

Most often it comes from John B and JJ who just love to tease anything that moves.

"Aww, Pope you're so romantic."

"Aren't you two just the sweetest?"

Pope hates all the dangerous situations the Pouges put themselves in.

He's the designated sanity holder of the group after all and trying to talk everyone out of doing dumb shit is his job.

But one thing is for sure if you're going, Pope's going with you.

He's going to try his best to keep you safe even if it breaks him, because, well, he loves you.

a lot.

AN: Stan Pope for clear skin.

Please let me know if you want me to expand on any of these!! I will do it happily <3

GENERAL TAGLIST; : @heliads @candywh0r3 @caplanreads @hiya-its-amber @s00buwu

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nymphie-mama · 1 year

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POPE BEING SO GENTLE DURING IT.

god this has been on my mind for DAYS. DAYS.

in such an odd way, i imagine pope being like that one scene from twilight. he starts off so gentle because he knows. HE KNOWS.

- “oh, baby. just a little more.” HES SO SLOW WITH IT AT FIRST.

- “you can do it. you’re doing so good.”

- he’s almost nervous of how rough he could be, could get. imagine if it was your first time with him and he was so scared to hurt you. baby i’m so feral.

- “for your safety, i’ll be gentle” vibes.

- “i cant take my hands off of you. i don’t want to,” neither do i, pope. never take your hands off me.

- he just whispers little things into your ears. both during sex and not. he’s sweet like that.

- pope doesn’t feel like the type to have a d/s dynamic or a desire for one. but he does seem like the type to love praising you. and he likes it rough, just not kinky.

- “you feel so good around me.”

- him moaning your name . (“fuck, y/n.”)

- OH AND THE AFTERCARE. IM SO INSANE FOR THIS MAN.

- “you did so good baby.”

- him bathing you and taking care of you for making him feel so good…

in conclusion, pope heyward is my boyfriend and he owns my heart so i need to write more about him :)!

a/n if i’m thinking correctly this is coming out on thanksgiving. in which case, fuck this holiday but i hope all u americans are eating good and enjoying football. xoxo 🍇

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thewriterg · 1 year

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𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

pairing(s): jj maybank x gn!reader, pope heyward x gn!reader

summary: You lived for the moments you spent with your boyfriends the parties and the treasure hunting was nice but nothing beat the warm nostalgia of tangled limbs and sweet kisses in the bed bathing in the obx sun

word count: 500+

request: Hi, so some time ago I read your imagine between Pope, JJ and reader and I just thought it was incredible, because most of the time a poly couple is shown, it's two people giving love to one person, yours already showed the love between the three <3 So in that same JJ x Pope x reader dynamic, imagine where they're just in bed, just woken up from an afternoon nap and are simply cuddling in the warmth of the covers. Thank you, bye- @lovers-rockkk

warning(s): fluff, kisses, sweet short domestic, pet names, polyamory themes, and I think like one swear word

A/n: —GIF;— I can not tell you how happy it makes me when someone notices the few extra steps I to take to make my fics better thank you for the appreciation love it made me feel great <3 Also I have a surprise for you guys at the end of this so read all the way through!!!

You felt yourself begin to stir the feeling of the sun engulfing your figure that wasn’t covered by the duvet of your bed gave you a welcoming invite to blink the sleep from your eyes but you were quickly met with admiring brown eyes staring back at you

“Well good morning” You softly smiled voice soft and raspy from sleep as you stared at the rich skinned boy in front of you immediately throwing an arm over his slim waist you often teased him with your compliments it made his face hot and he was often bashful when you said the things you did especially about his toned stomach

“my pretty baby and his little waist”

“men and their slutty waist”

“we’ll look at you” you said while wrapping your around his torso pressing your face against his back

“Morning dove” Popes voice was almost the same as yours, raspy but it was less than normal letting you know he was probably up for a while before you silently moved not wanting to wake up the blonde next to you to straddle the brunettes lap as he watched you with a small smile as the sun kissed you through the blinds

You leaned down on Popes chest your bottom half still resting on his lap as you prepped small fluttering kisses on his neck traveling to his jaw as his warm hands traveled over your hips and lower back

You both stayed like that for a wild sun and love drunk In each others embrace warm and comfortable no worries of the outside world just yet… no gold, no running for your life, no gunshots, no pogues just them.

“Did you save any for me? You guys are mean” JJ groaned out a whine stretching as you both looked over to the blonde who were barely awake looking and searching for affection and you smirked widely while Pope chuckled quietly under you

“Come on Goldie” You couldn’t conceal the smile from your face while the dark skinned boy under you opened his arm out to take the blonde in and JJs ears perked up at the familiar nickname not wasting a second to crash into Popes side as he playfully groaned before kissing his temple

You sprawled out on top of them both with a over exaggerated sigh as the both chuckled before pressing a kiss to the corners of blondes mouth as he lied there in content letting you continue your acts of assault kisses to his face as you did Pope

“I think we should just stay in, hell we can put John B on hold for a day” The pale spoke up breaking the peaceful silence that fell over you all after you had settled and you hummed in agreement while Pope turned to scoop you both up in his arms a sigh that leaving the bed soon was very unlikely

You would forever persevere the love in these moments

💌💌💌💌

So I’ve started a book on Wattpad! It’s called “don’t go chasing waterfalls”

Its about a girl named Bonnie Sonnet and her group of friends follow the conflict and consequences after leaving Pouglandia in search for El dorado. How will her two certain best friends react when she makes empty promises for when this is all over? They were destined to make her keep said promises.

JJ and Pope are both love interests while also pinning over each other so if you like fics like these you’d definitely like it so you should check it out!

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pixiexdusts-world · 1 year

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Incorrect quote

Y/n: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?

Pope: You’re a hazard to society

JJ: And a coward. DO TWENTY.

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esposadomd · 1 year

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SWEET PEA

(taken from pinterest)

Pope Heyward x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut, teasing, Pope being the sexy hottie that he is, bad writing, GOOGLE TRANSLATOR, imagine short, pet names.

Pope, aka my husband, has VERY FEW imagines here on TUMBLR and that sucks because he's perfect. So I decided to make one

Enjoy!😘

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Pope interrupts our make-out session when he hears a noise coming from downstairs, leaving a trail of saliva as we walk away.

''Did you hear that?'' he said.

''Yeah, I heard'' I replied.

He walked away towards the window and pulled back the curtain.

''My father has arrived,'' he muttered with a snort.

''Look, maybe we can continue later'' he said approaching me ''at my house'' I mumbled touching the collar of his shirt ''today, since my parents are out…'' I approached his ear.

I noticed his hair stand on end and then a smile appeared on his face. He kissed me with bleary eyes staring directly at my lips.

''It is?''

''Yeah, see you later?'' I asked, already gathering my materials from a long-forgotten study session.

''Ahem, see you later'' the kiss for the last time.

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Pope invades his mouth as he presses you against the wall, eliciting a groan that is immediately swallowed by your boyfriend placing his leg between his.

He shifts his attention to her neck, soon making marks that are sure to show up the next day. The friction of his leg, along with his attack on his neck, makes you a moaning mess.

Walking towards the bed, you tripped and fell so that Pope followed and got on top of you. His hand that was previously cupping her thigh is now overstimulating her clit through her frilly pink panties. An attempt to spice up this long-awaited hour and given Pope's reaction, it worked.

Pope, now wide-eyed in lust, approached his mound.

''Hmm, how delicious'' he said licking the soft tissue causing friction and tremors in his body. '' A little bitch just for me '' he said accelerating his movements and making her wetter, with the meeting of his nose and her clitoris.

''Pope p-please'' you beg.

''Please What Sweet Pea''

You swear the pet name would make you come.

''Please fuck me''

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tlou-reid · 4 months

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How You Get the Girl ❆ Pope Heyward

☃︎SUMMARY: pope doesn't know how to end conversations correctly and it puts his relationship on the line.

☃︎WARNINGS: angst, kinda short, kiara is rude in this lmao, i was very uninspired so this is not that great

☃︎swiftmas masterlist!

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Stand there like a ghost, shaking from the rain.

You knew who it was before you even opened the door. The pounds on your door were loud, but not aggressive. Pope had texted you, asking if it was okay if he came by to talk. You didn’t answer, but you knew he would come anyway.

You were mad, that much was obvious. Not the silly kind of mad you’d get when Pope stuck his spoon into your frozen yogurt or the loving kind of mad you’d get when JJ made him do something stupid and you worried about him. No, you were the kind of mad that had both of you questioning whether or not you were still dating.

It had been two days since you last spoke to him. Friday night, standing at the party, beer in your hand, and JJ begging you to walk away. You couldn’t remember when he had joined the conversation, but him pulling you away was the only thing that kept you from slapping Kiara right across her kooky fucking face.

You hadn’t heard the full story or the full conversation between Pope and Kiara, but you were mad the second you heard commenting on the dress you were in, telling Pope that you’d really decided to show off tonight. You knew she was hesitant to accept you, but you didn’t think she was actively plotting against your relationship with Pope. He’d already told you about their history, but it seemed like there were feelings still lingering.

While Kiara had been the one to stab the dagger into you, Pope was the one who twisted when he let out a sigh, mumbling a “yeah”, before trying to change the topic. He didn’t stick up for you, didn’t defend you from Kiara’s baseless accusations that you were trying to impress other people. Instead, he agreed and moved on. Anything to please her, you thought.

Since this was the little bit of the conversation you had heard before you blew up on them, you had spent the whole weekend overthinking and coming up with other hurtful things they could’ve been saying about you. You’d convinced yourself they were true, which led you to avoid the entire Pogue friend group all weekend.

So now, here Pope was, hoping he could patch up your wounds and go back to the happy relationship you’d been in. He stood in the cold rain, the chill from the coming outer banks winter was nipping at him, making his face pale and his nose gain a pink hue.

She’ll open up the door, and say are you insane?

“Are you insane?” You asked when you fully opened the door, ushering him inside. No matter how mad you were at him, you didn’t want him to get sick. You still loved him after all. He stepped in quickly, seeking both the warmth your house provided and to be closer to you.

“Y/N,” he was out of breath as if he had run here. “I’m sorry for whatever you think you heard, but I promise I wasn’t saying anything bad about you.” He was talking fast like he didn’t think he’d have time to get everything he wanted to say out. “I would never, ever say anything bad about you or believe anything anyone else says.”

“Pope, I heard you agree with her.” You rolled your eyes, crossed your arms over your chest, and took a step away from him. He knew you were being defensive. He could only imagine how much hearing that interaction must’ve hurt your feelings. All Pope wanted to do was go back and tell Kiara to stop, to walk away from the conversation entirely, to get up and go dance with you instead of listening to her. But he couldn’t. So, here he was, trying his hardest to get you to listen.

Say it’s been a long six months and you were too afraid to tell her what you want.

“No!” He exclaimed, growing frustrated with his inability to find the right words to say. “Y/N, please,” he was growing desperate, tired of the space between you two. “I just wanted her to shut up! I don’t know what’s going on with her! I wanted her to stop talking and I wanted to go dance with you, but I’m stupid and I didn’t.” Pope looked crazed, eyes wide and arms flailing to emphasize his points.

“You didn’t defend me!” You exasperated. Your voice cracked as you basically yelled at him. You wanted him to see how bad he hurt you. Kiara, you could deal with. She was just a girl who was friends with your boyfriend. But, Pope was your everything.

“I know,” Pope’s voice was gentler now, “I know. I should’ve. I should’ve told her that you can dress however you want. That you could’ve shown up in a trash bag, or even naked, and I still would’ve shown you off. I don’t care what people think or see or feel about you. I should’ve told her that but I didn’t and I’m so sorry.” At this point, Pope’s eyes were beginning to fill with tears.

“She’s gonna keep doing this,” You informed, cocking your hip to the side. If he was going to allow her to, there was no point in this conversation. His words were sweet and calmed your overthinking, but you needed change to happen.

“I won’t let her,” Pope sighs out, taking a step closer to you. He relaxed a bit when you didn’t step away from him. “I’ll tell her to stop and that I’m not going to talk to her if she doesn’t.” You could tell by his face how serious he was. His dark eyes were boring into yours.

He took another step towards you, “Please, don’t let this be the end of his. I’ve had a wonderful six months with you.” You held eye contact for a moment, before taking quick steps to wrap your arms around his waist. He didn’t waste any time pulling you close to him. “I’m sorry,” he breathed into the top of your head.

You nodded, letting the tears fall onto his shirt. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. When you pulled away, he kept his hands on your waist. Pope pulled in for a kiss. You couldn’t stop the words from leaving your mouth as you pulled away, “I love you.”

He smiled as you uttered the three words he’d been waiting for the first time. He’d already said them, but it was taking you just a bit longer. He wasn’t too worried about it, as he could see the way you loved him in the things you did.

“I love you, too.”

And that’s how it works, that’s how you get the girl.

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saintgoo · 3 months

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Dangerously in Love ☆

PAIRING: Pope Heyward x Fem!Reader

GENRE: Fluff, Lovesick couple, Angst-ish

WARNINGS: None

A/N: Been wanting to write a Pope fic since forever omfg

wc: 602 (short asf, ik) ★ ... masterlist ★ ... taglist

The sound of the front door opening was drowned out by the sound of your own crying. It wasn't that you were crying loudly or anything, you just had your face too buried in the pillow to hear anything.

It all started when in the morning your mother scolded you for going to a party the night before, and right after that you had to take another shower because you had spilled coffee on yourself, making you late for school. The day continued with you having to listen to your chemistry teacher's complaints, smudging your mascara while doing your makeup, sleeping in history class, not being able to see your boyfriend at any point, tripping on the sidewalk on the way home and finally burning the food you were making after school.

This sequence of events left you emotionally tired and sad, so all you could do was lie in bed and wallow in tears. At some point, the door opened, revealing Pope with his backpack on his back. You only noticed his presence when he spoke, leaving the backpack on the floor and climbing onto the bed, climbing over you and then hugging you from behind in a spoon.

“Babe, you good?” He placed his hand on your waist and the other under your neck, hugging you. With his gestures you ended up crying more, hugging him tightly and digging your head out of the pillow, turning to him.

All you could do was bury your head on his chest, hugging him by the neck. “Why are you crying?” He whispered in your ear, moving his hand from your waist to your back, slowly moving up and down.

You can feel his warm breath against your neck as he strokes your back gently. You don't know why, but something about the way he holds you and caresses you is so comforting. Even though your body is still shaking with sobs, you feel safe in his arms. It's almost like he's holding you so tightly he won't let go. You feel him kiss the top of your head, his words muffled against you, sounding like distant whispers in the background.

"I… I just feel like everything's going wrong," you manage to say between sobs. "I'm failing at school; my teachers think I'm stupid. My parents are mad at me. I… I just feel so… alone," you say quietly, your voice cracking with frustration. You can feel Pope's grip tighten around you, like he's holding you so tightly that he can't let go.

“You'll never be alone as long as I'm here, mama.” You sniffle into his chest, feeling overwhelmed by the sheer warmth and comfort of his embrace. You cling to him like a baby bird snuggled deep in its nest. You can't even remember the last time you felt this safe. You feel his hands running up and down your back, his breathing growing steady and even. You feel the heat of Pope's chest against the back of your neck, his heart beating slowly and steadily. You could hold onto him forever, never letting go.

“Yo…” he said looking at you and lifting your chin with his finger, making you look at him. “I love you more than anything, you can count on me every time, alright?” he said quietly, giving you a look of confirmation, making you feel more and more loved.

“I'm in love with you.” You whispered, a tear falling from your eye as you smiled helplessly in love with him, who returned the smile and kissed your head.

“I'm so in love with you it's dangerous, [Name].”

Send me a request! ☆

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infernalodie · 1 year

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Pope Heyward x Female! Hippie! Reader

Pope has a secret girlfriend that the pogues don’t know about. One day at school they were all going to meet up at Popes locker to head home, but before they get to him reader comes up out of no where and kisses him, and they’re just acting all cute and stuff while his friends are just staring at him from a couple feet away.

So like a few days after that the pogues meet up on a boat ride and depend to meet popes girlfriend but he keeps saying no at first until he finally caves.

So they all meet up at the beach one day and they all end up really liking her

(Could u have Sarah and Cleo be there to like, have it in a reality where they both go to the same school as the pogues)

𝐈𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐢�� 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 || 𝐏𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝

"𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵"

Inspo: Bob Marley - Is This Love Dominic Fike - 3 Nights

Pairing: Pope Heyward x Hispanic!Fem!reader

Summary: How Pope pulled you was beyond their barrier or understanding...

Warnings: Just fluffy

Words: 2595

Everyone knew that Pope Heyward was completely incapable of getting a girlfriend. Everyone at school knew it, Figure Eight knew it, and probably the entire county did as well. Although it wasn’t Pope’s fault, the Pogues personally liked taking digs at him. Making him forever scared of interacting with a girl as he was constantly reminded of the fact that he was awkward and didn’t pick up on how much he talked. And it stuck with him for a while, always scratching at the back of his skull during parties or in the halls of the school.

“So, small kegger tonight at JB’s?” JJ inquired, looking up from his phone as he looked at the group surrounding John B’s locker. Well, it was just him, John B, Cleo, Kiara, and Sarah. They were missing the genius of their schemes.

“I’m down,” Sarah said. “Wanna help me get some beer from the store?” She grinned, nudging Cleo, who rolled her eyes, unable to waver the smile that formed on her lips. Barely able to finish her nod before Sarah squealed and hugged her.

“John B can get the grill going when we get there and I’ll get the campfire started.” JJ then turned his eyes to Kiara, raising a brow. “That leaves you and Pope to do something other than be smart-asses.”

The blonde laughed loudly when the girl punched his shoulder harshly. But Cleo was quick to take notice of their missing member, frowning slightly. “Where is Pope by the way?”

For some time, their genius had been out on a lot of their hangouts. Saying he had studying to do and that his dad needed his assistance. Now, they would’ve believed that if they hadn’t gone investigating and asked his dad and found out Pope was out with a friend. Who; that was still a mystery. Every time they asked the boy, he avoided it and said it was some guy he was tutoring for a class.

Still, they weren’t convinced and he didn’t show any room for submission to their questions. So, they left it alone and demanded he come and spend some time with them when he got the chance. That was a month ago and he had been with them for a total of 4 days that entire month.

JJ grumbled in annoyance moving past the group. “I’m going to put this runt in a headlock if he backs out on this kegger.”

“Maybe he’s busy, JJ,” John B reasoned, shutting his locker and following the blonde. The three others close in tow. “We shouldn’t force him to–why are you making that face? Did you see him naked?” John B looked where JJ seemed to be in a state of paralysis and felt his chest tighten in shock.

There Pope was, leaning against his locker talking to a girl. And it wasn’t just some girl either, it was you. The local stoner and the girl JJ bought his weed from and had spent a lot of time with at parties. You were leaning against Pope’s front, looking up at him with those doe eyes of yours. Hands pressed to his chest where your nails gently scratched at the fabric that divided you from him. Your golden skin glowed under the lights of the school hall, which oddly complimented Pope in some way. Like you were meant to be there with him.

Everyone in the group knew you in certain capacities, but all had great things to say about you. Known as the down-to-earth girl and weed smoker of the generation. Well, that last part was what JJ took you for. But you were kind to everyone you came across and showed a level of genuine love that would have anyone falling for you. Kiara would know since, for a time, she had liked you before she quickly realized that your affection was felt throughout the group and most of The Cut.

But that didn’t change the fact that Pope pulling you was the hardest thing to believe. Out of everyone, Pope was the last person that should’ve pulled you. “Who do you she is to him?” Sarah asked, a mischievous look on her face. “Maybe sugar mommy.”

“No, he’s definitely in a dom/sub relationship,” Kiara protested. “Can’t tell me otherwise.”

“Maybe they’re just dating,” Cleo said, earning looks from both girls. “We’ve been saying he can’t get a girlfriend. Maybe we just underestimated Pope's abilities.”

JJ scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. “And if that’s the case, he used his skills on the right girl. This way I get free weed from her whenever- Ow!”

He rubbed the pulsing spot of pain as John B shoved him around the corner. “We’ll interrogate him tonight when we get him to confess.”

Out of some beach house, you remember helping your parents build on The Cut, was where you stayed. Although your parents lived just up a small little path leading to their home, this was where you resided. Where you got to call your own personal home you got to do whatever you wanted. Blast music through the night, smoke as much as you weed and smell like a skunk in the morning, or where you got to spend quality time with your boyfriend.

Speaking of Pope, you had only realized how late he was for your guys’ dinner. You had even gone out of your way to make the meal and now you were just cleaning up the house for some ungodly amount of time. J Balvin, Bad Bunny, and Bob Marley had been on constant repeat as you cooked and cleaned what you could. The warm lights hung from the ceilings and Christmas lights Pope helped you put up kept you awake and aware of your guys’ third date. Or what was supposed to be your guys’ third date, but his lack of text or phone call made you believe it might just be for another night.

Hearing the sound of a boat approaching your dock, you moved away from the kitchen and to the back door and stepped outside. The wind of the ocean hitting your face gently with the scent always being a beautiful reminder of what you were thankful to have. But you saw the source of the noise and felt your brows tense together as you saw JJ at the front of the boat, waving hysterically with a beer in hand.

“We’ve come to set you free from the dark hold Pope has placed on you, Y/n,” he called out. “But first, let’s party!”

Behind the rambunctious blonde was the missing piece of your night. His expression was downcasted as he didn’t dare meet your gaze. That confused you more than what the Pogues business was being at your home and being a bit too loud for your liking at this time of night.

There had been many times you had been caught up in their more than common days and lived to regret it. Mainly because you had JJ at your neck begging you for more weed or Kiara always being snotty when she didn’t get what she wanted. So, it was more so the people you experienced those rather adventurous experiences with. But Pope levelled them all out, same as Sarah, Cleo, and sometimes John B.

Stopping at the dock, they started to hop off and tie the HMS Pogue to the end of the dock. “Knock it off, JJ,” Sarah laughed. “This is just a get-together. No one is going to be interrogating anyone. Even though I’d like to have an explanation for this.” She motioned a finger between you and Pope, who was slowly approaching you.

Although he was scared of the fury you had prepared for him, he couldn’t help but take the calm before the storm to his fullest capability. Taking in your clothes that were all his. The black Harvard sweater JJ had gotten him a while back and the grey sweatpants. They looked unapologetically cute on you from how big they were.

“Cariño, ¿qué está pasando?” You whispered in a soft voice, taking one of his hands and gently using your thumb to stroke his knuckles.

Glancing back at the group that was slowly approaching, talking amongst themselves, Pope’s had fitted back to yours with disappointment. “No dejaban de invitarnos a todos a pasar el rato,” he explained. “Quería hacerlo para la cena, pero me retrasaron.”

His use of your first language made you smile, unable to rid yourself of the butterflies that infested your stomach. Heart warming at the sound that shook your core, awakening the onslaught of love and happiness that invaded your body. You weren’t planning on making him feel horrible about missing dinner or getting angry at him. With how the Pogues were, you understood that his time and attention had to be elsewhere sometimes. Not to mention that he’d spent so much time with you ever since you two started dating, him not being able to make a date would’ve happened sooner or later. But the way he spoke, the genuine disappointment he felt for missing out made you relieved you weren’t the only one sad about your guys’ alone time.

Standing up on your tippy toes, you pressed a kiss to his lips and smiled. “It’s alright, babe,” you reassured softly. “We can do it some other time when JJ doesn’t think you put a curse on me.”

“It is a reasonable assumption!” JJ exclaimed. “And you’re speaking her language now? Maybe the curse is placed on you, man.”

Unable to contain your smile, you gently punched the blonde. “Ya basta, JJ. Estás siendo un imbécil,” you laughed. “Since you guys held my boyfriend up from our date, you might as well come in and eat.”

JJ didn’t hold back from pushing past you and Pope, rushing inside to get a plate of food with Cleo in tow. John B muttered a quiet thank you, Kiara giving you a smile and following. Sarah gave a sheepish smile to you and Pope. “Sorry for ruining your night,” she apologized. “We were honestly curious as to when you guys got together and why neither of you told us. But it wasn’t our business, and I’ll apologize on behalf of the others.”

“Don’t worry about it, Sarah.” You smiled, hand tightening its hold with Pope’s. “You guys would’ve found out sooner or later. Better now than later on.”

Pope simply never wanted to tell because of the things his friends would drag you in on. And as much as having you around with them would be amazing, you were his personal getaway. The temple in the middle of the forest of annoyances he dealt with on a daily basis. You were the person he could retreat to and just be with in silence and feel comforted. He wanted that for himself and you understood it fully. So, not telling the group had been the easiest and earliest decision the two of you made 4 months ago.

Stepping inside, Pope wouldn’t lie, but this felt so natural. Not just you two being like this in public with his friends, but everyone being together with you as the brand new addition. Of course, it wasn’t the first time, but this wasn’t just some stupid mission to find gold. This was a simple hangout with friends and just having the time of your guys’ lives. There wasn’t a bombardment of questions from anyone. They all were just being themselves and enjoying the time together. Drinking, smoking, eating, and laughing.

“So, when did you guys start dating?” Kiara inquired, taking a bite of one of the patatas bravas you had made. The group decided to just put all of it on one plate and eat one at a time as a group. Everyone in your small living room with weed smoke lingering in the air and beer bottles scattered across the coffee table.

You, leaning against Pope’s chest and sitting between his legs, looked back at your boyfriend. “You want me to tell them or do you?” You inquired gently, taking the blunt from between his fingers and taking a drag.

“You can,” he said. “I want to hear your voice.”

Everyone was watching and listening and JJ nearly choked on his squared potato. Cleo is unable to hide the expression of complete admiration at Pope’s words. “You guys are completely adorable.”

JJ coughed, dusting his hands off as he stood to his face and held his hand out to Pope. “My boy plays for the Washington Rizzards.”

No one held back from groaning in disgust as JJ looked at them in confusion. John B takes it upon himself to toss an empty beer can at the guy. “Shut up, dude.”

“What? What did I say?”

A laugh fell from your lips as you looked up at the blonde. “Sé útil JJ y coge la Tequilla del armario.” You pointed to the specific cabinet and earned a look at of confusion.

“She said to go grab the Tequilla in the cabinet,” Pope explained. “Did you not pay attention in Spanish class?”

“I was high through that class and you should be blaming your girlfriend for that!” He said, walking away and grabbing the bottle and bringing it over to the group. “Now, continue with your story, please.”

“We started 4 months ago,” you said. “Pope took me out on a date where he made some shitty pasta-”

“It wasn’t that bad!” Pope reassured his friend, earning an unconvinced look from you as he sighed. “Okay, so it was pretty bad, but that’s beside the point.”

“He basically just took me out on his dad’s boat where we smoked, talked, and then he just kinda, asked me out,” you said, face warm at the memory. You left a large chunk of that night out of the conversation since that is more for you and him than anyone else to hear. “And since then, we’ve been together.” You looked back at the boy, smiling bashfully.

“I still can’t wrap my head around how he got you,” John B commented. “No offence Pope, but Y/n is out of your league.”

“Just like I said, he’s on the Washington Rizz– Okay, I get it!” JJ rubbed the back of his neck from the harsh slap inflicted by Kiara.

“Don’t worry, I’m still trying to understand it too,” Pope confessed with a laugh, hands rubbing small circles along your hips. “I mean, I don’t understand why she chose me.”

“Porque eres el amor de mi vida, cariño.” It was instant the response you gave. And it was enough to make Pope’s heart stop for a moment as you looked at him adoringly. Nothing in life could change the happiness that you have felt in these past 4 months of your life. So small in the grand scheme of what is to come, but so important to you. Your parents loved him, your friends loved him, and you loved him. And it might be too soon to say that, but you knew what you felt and you knew what you wanted for the rest of your life.

The sound of gagging earned everyone’s attention with the source coming from JJ, who was holding the neck of the Tequilla bottle having taken a large swig of the harsh alcohol. But his hand held over his mouth made your face twist in anger as you glared at the blonde. “¡Por el amor de Dios, JJ! ¡Lo juro por Dios si vomitas en mi alfombra!”

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stvolanis · 2 months

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pope is so pretty I’m gonna cum chat.

pope, your dads new best friend, was a little different than all your other dads friends. at the dinner table, popes fingers would dance across your thighs, parting them just enough to slip his highly skilled fingers into your core. “Didn’t wear panties for me? good girl.” He’d whisper, watching you grip onto your fork like your life depended on it as his thumb circled your little bundle of nerves!

you purposely leave your door cracked open when your dad told you pope would be swinging by to pick something up while he was gone, leaving you alone in the house. And of course, Popes gonna check up on his favorite girl! But, unexpectedly, his cock jumps at the sight of you with your legs spread, and a pink dildo slipping past your puffy folds :3

what kind of friend would he be if he didn’t help his best friends daughter cum? A lousy one! He helps you shove the rather small dildo into your cunt repeatedly, while muttering things like, “my baby just wants to be full, isn’t that right, sweetheart?” And, “you’re gonna take my cock so well, aren’t you?”. Pope knows you can’t respond, but he thinks you’re so cute when you babble out incoherent words!! >.< Just let him do all the work for you💕

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junekicks · 11 months

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Hey! Can I request a pope heyward fic. Preferably fluff, possibly he’s getting worked up over his college interview so she takes him out on a date to calm down or literally just whatever you want to write I don’t mind.

mathematically right together ♱ pope heyward

You swear he's been staring at the numbers for hours. And you've just had to sit here in silence and wait. You usually have more patience than this, but you're just about worn thin with him.

You're freaking bored and miss the attention of an almost-boyfriend. (It's complicated. But not really, you’re both just scared teenagers.)

You’re staring at the back of his neck, upside down. Your head hangs over the edge of his bed. There’s a small, soft ball in your hands. You’ve been fidgeting with it for ten minutes now. It’s lost your attention about four minutes ago.

He’s bent over his desk, pencil tight in his grasp. The veins in his arms look like they’re trying to escape. And if you got up, you could lick the tension off his neck. He looks so stressed.. But you aren’t sure why. If there’s anyone out there who’s good at math, it’s Pope.

Still, it’s a test, and then it’s the scholarship, then his future.. and whatever else happens when you’re no longer a high school student. You’re not all that worried like he is.

You can’t bite your tongue anymore. “Pope..” You’re whining. Whatever.

You see the pencil pause and the veins in his arm calm the slightest. He spins around in his chair, his eyes going a little wide at your redden face. “Don’t sit like that. Your heads going to explode, squirt.”

You roll your eyes and roll over onto your stomach and you gasp a little at the funny feeling. Pope sends a smug, knowing smile and you glare at him for being so smart.

“You okay?” He ask regardless, and you smile. It’s all warm and soft and you want to hold his hand. You shrug as best as you can while laying across his bedspread. “I miss you.”

You watch his jaw slack a little and his eyes soften. “What do you mean? I’ve been here. You’re in my room.”

You roll your eyes again, he’s clueless, sometimes. “You know, if you stare at those numbers anymore.. they’re going to crawl off the page and stab your eyes out. They want to be left alone.” Pope snorts at your words and you beam at the noise. “Nice,” he mumbles.

You hum, little cocky smile on your face that he really fucking likes.

You climb off his bed and waddle towards him. You slouch into his lap, you take up one of his legs. He hums and has an arm slip around your waist to keep you floating. He kisses your upper arm gently, the arm that’s right in front of his face. You look down at him, adoring. “Can’t you just, like, take the rest of the night off? The test is in two days..”

He hums, eyes casted up on you. “You know, you should also be studying for this test. This was a study date.”

You roll your eyes, your best trait. “You know damn well that was not going to happen when you texted me. I have two days, like I said. I’ll be fine.” You will not be fine, but you don’t seem to really care.

Pope shakes his head with a warming smile. You know you’ve won. You beam and lean over the rest of him to his desk, you dramatically close his books. “Look. Numbers left you. What can you do now?”

Pope scoffs a laugh and squeezes your waist more. It drags a chill up your spine. “What do you wanna do, annoyance?” He asks up at you, caring.

You light up, like the sun in the morning over the horizon. You look really pretty, he thinks. Your hair is a careless mess from all your shuffling around. Your shorts got indentations on your thighs and they’re loose on your waist from wearing them all day. Your tee has been cropped way too short and hangs off one shoulder with a chopped off neckline. He can see that the straps of your bikini are stabbing into your neck. You don’t seem to mind. He’ll squeeze out the knots from your tanning skin later. He always does. He doesn’t mind. He likes to have you so close.

“Let me take you out, prize boy?”

He laughs again, eyes rolling as his forehead falls onto your upper arm. Your skin is warm against his own. You hum and drag your free arm up and over his hair. He slouches more into your hold. “See, the numbers got you all tense, P.”

He rolls his eyes again, even though you can’t see his face.

“I’m hungry,” he suddenly mumbles. You beam, “guess it’s a date then, hot shot?”

He could suffocate you in admiration. You’re making his skin run hot.

He lets out a shy laugh, and gently shoves you off him. “You’re freaking me out, annoyance.” You beam and scrunch up your nose at him, standing before him. He laughs, more calm. “Alright. We’re going out.”

You squeal a bit, winningly. You struck a hand out for him to grasp. “I’ll pay. My treat.” He takes your hand and scoffs at your words. “Yeah. Alright.”

When his hand is in yours, you squeeze it gently and drag him closer to you. He smiles calmly down at you. You beam and lean up on your tippy-toes, he meets you half way. His lips are soft against your own, and you taste like coconut.

God, he loves your bullshit.

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writingreadinglurkingandsmirking · 1 year

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How OBX characters react to trends: the text-song-lyrics-until-they notice trend - Taylor Swift Edition

You're a Swiftie texting your partner Taylor lyrics to see how it goes...

Warnings: feminine nicknames used, cursing

Sorry this is slightly unhinged and slightly OOC so they're closer to normal people

Rafe

Topper

Sarah

John B

Topper

Kie

Pope

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surftrips · 8 months

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SAME OLD LOVE

OBX DAY 5 — CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS W/ POPE HEYWARD

word count: 586

summary: y/n wonders why her best friend has stuck around for so long when everyone else has left her.

a/n: a short and sweet one for my last obx week post! unfortunately, i will not have the time to complete the day 7 prompt, but that is definitely something i will file for a later time. <3

"That's it! I'm never dating anyone ever again!" you exclaimed.

"Come on, Y/N," your best friend, Pope, responded.

"No, I'm serious. Being in a relationship is a waste of time. There are so many other things I could be doing."

"Maybe you just have a thing for assholes."

If it was anyone else, you would've been mad. But your best friend was right. You seemed to only attract guys that were self-absorbed jerks. It got to the point where you began to wonder if something was wrong with you.

"Y/N, nothing is wrong with you. You're smart, ambitious, and confident."

And the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, Pope thought to himself.

"Okay, but one can argue that my confidence is too assertive. Do you think I'm just too much?"

"No, are you kidding?

"I mean, I know I can be loud sometimes—"

Pope cut you off before you could continue, "I'm going to stop you right there. Any guy that can't realize how amazing you are is not worth your time, understand?"

You sighed. Usually you just let your friend win these conversations, knowing there was no use trying to get him to agree with you.

Sometimes it frustrated you that no matter what, Pope always saw the good in you. He always convinced you you were a good person, even if it felt like you weren’t. You felt as though you didn’t deserve his unconditional love.

You two had known each other since preschool. Well, your parents’ idea of preschool, which meant dropping their kids off at a “daycare” that was really just someone’s aunt’s house, because neither of your families could afford the real thing.

It worked out though, because now you two had each other. There was no Pope without Y/N. No Y/N without Pope.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Oh, nothing,” you tried to play it off.

But this was your best friend you were talking to. “Y/N, come on.”

“Ugh. Fine. I was just thinking about how long we’ve known each other for.”

“How long we’ve known each other for? That would be…” he counted out the years on his fingers. “Just over a decade now.”

“Well, yes.”

“So… what about it?”

“Why have you stuck around so long?” you questioned.

“Y/N, what kind of question is that?”

“An important one.”

“I don’t know why.”

“See, I think you’re lying.” You’re not sure what compelled you to say this, but after years of men going in and out of your life, you wondered why this one in particular had stayed.

To your surprise, Pope was actually speechless for once. You thought he was going to make a joke, like usual, but he seemed to actually be thinking about an answer to your question now.

After a while, he said “Because, it’s you.”

“Now, what kind of answer is that?” you mimicked his earlier line.

He sighed, “Don’t you see, Y/N? It’s you, it’s always been you. I’m so sick of seeing you with the same kinds of guys over and over—”

“Hey—”

“I’ve heard you excuse their behavior a million times, but none of them deserved you. You deserve the world, Y/N, and it breaks my heart that you can’t see that.”

You were stunned. In a quiet voice, you whispered, “But where am I going to find better?”

“I’ve waited for you for eleven years now, and I’ll wait eleven more. Whenever you’re ready.”

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likedovesinthewindd · 1 year

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Pretty Boy

pope heyward x fem!reader

summary: pope's gf loves doting on him.

warning: none, just pure fluff lol

wc: ±850 (she's short omg)

a/n: my baby pope☹️🩷 he deserves more love fr so this is my contribution. i haven't even watched szn 3 yet lmao. not proofread.

You took a deep breath, breathing in the salty, late afternoon air and enjoying the feeling of the sun's last rays shining over your legs, that layed outstretched from beneath the big umbrella you sat under. The book you were planning on finishing today layed next to you on the towel, bookmark sticking out on the same page where it was this morning.

You look over the tidal ocean, and at Pope surfing, a hobby you would've also indulged in if not for pure laziness. Pope's been trying to teach you for months now, and each time you'd make up whatever excuse. You did kinda feel bad since he's been so persistent to teach you, but you promised him he could teach you one day.

Before you knew it Pope was emerging from the water and joining you on the towel. You scooted over to make room for him, where he unceremoniously plopped himself down next to you. He looked so good, with the water sticking to the tight coils of his hair and his skin. He rubbed at his nose, the water most likely irritating it, before looking over at you and smiling.

You smiled back. "How was it?" you asked, reaching for your beach bag and searching through it frantically. "Eh, alright," he says trying to figure out what you were looking for, "would've been better if you could join."

You rolled your eyes but your smile betrayed you. "One day," you said pulling out a plastic container and struggling with the lid. "One day, one day, one day," he repeated to obviously irritate you. "Shut up," you laughed. When you finally got the container opened, you presented it to him, the sliced up fruit making his mouth water. He smiled gratefully before taking the container from you and digging in. As he ate, you also took out the two cans of soda and handed him one.

A comfortable silence filled the space between you and you took the moment to admire your boyfriend. Your pretty boy, as you'd always call him, and every time you did he'd shy away from you. You didn't mind. You'd call him pretty every day because that's what he was. Your pretty boy.

He looked over at you, to find you already staring at him. "What?" he asked through a full mouth. "What, do I need a permit to look at my pretty boyfriend?" you asked arching your eyebrow. "Of course not," he said placing the now empty container on the towel.

He stretches his arms above his head, causing his joints to make a popping sound. After all the stretching and turning and twisting, he placed his head on your lap, looking up at you. You smiled down at him before playfully flicking at the apple of his cheek. He grabbed the hand that flicked him, and softly bit at your fingers. You screamed softly, although you couldn't help but laugh too. He kissed the same fingers he bit as an apology before he laced his fingers through yours.

"There's a party at the boneyard tonight," he said breaking the silence. "Mhm, I heard," you said, "you wanna go?" "Only if you're going," he said placing the side of his face against your stomach. For a second it seemed like he was contemplating biting at the soft pudge of it. "I don't know, what if some girl wants to flirt with you? Wouldn't wanna get in the way," you said, feigning irritation. You were referring to two weeks ago, when a girl starting flirting with him at a party, right in front of you.

The poor boy was so caught off guard that he simply interrupted her advanced by introducing you to her as his girlfriend, and then excusing himself. He apologized profusely that night, even after you assured him that he wasn't his fault at all and that you weren't mad.

Pope cringed at the memory. "I'm gonna make a t-shirt that says 'Y/N is my amazing and beautiful girlfriend and I love her' so that everyone will leave me alone," he said. You laugh at his ridiculous idea, but you'd be lying if you said it wasn't super cute. "Well, then it's only fair I get a matching t-shirt that says 'Pope is my incredibly smart, handsome boyfriend and i love him'" you said playing along to his idea, "It would probably cost a fortune to print all that on one shirt."

"Mhm," he hummed tiredly, with closed eyes. The sun was beginning to make you a bit sleepy too. "We can go babe, I was just playing with you," you said rubbing at his arm, already dried from the sun. "Cmon baby let's get back to the others," you said rubbing at pope's back, who by now was almost assleep. He just hummed, still not moving. You huffed before you started packing things back into your bag, Pope still laying on your lap. "Cmon, I'll make us something nice when we get back. Like cookies or something."

This caused his head to shoot up. "Yeah?" he asked hopefully. "Yeah," you smiled, "but first let's get you something to eat, you're still hungry right?" As if on cue his stomach started rumbling, the fruit you had given him not quite filling the hole. He helped you pack up the last of your things, carrying your towel and the umbrella you sat under, while you carried your bag. The warm sand felt heavenly underneath your feet, and the serotonin flooding through your body from all the sun gave you a happy buzz.

"Don't forget to study a little this afternoon before the party," you said taking his outstretched hand, "you have that math test coming up next Monday." "Of course," he said smiling at the fact that you know his timetable. He felt like the luckiest guy in the world, having a girlfriend as lovely as you, that loved him and spoiled him as much as you did.

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