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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

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goldvenuslvrs · 7 months

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in love with my best friend ; pope heyward

summary: you and pope are in love. everyone can see it except you. will pope ever make a move?

pairing: pope heyward x fem!plus sized!reader

word count: 2.9k

warnings: kinda cheesy, childhood friends to lovers, love confessions, jj and john b being little shits, i have no idea how to write endings apparently so enjoy <3

an: memories/flashbacks are in italics. can we talk about that gif bc holy shit i’m having thoughts, hazel callahan imagine should be coming next week <3

Pope Heyward was a highly logical person.

He had never understood the concept of ‘love at first sight’ because how could you love someone you didn’t even know yet? The idea of falling in love with someone in the split second after you met them was a ridiculous notion and yet, it was exactly how he felt when you first entered his English class.

He was well aware that it wasn’t possible for his heart to skip a beat but he was certain it happened that day in the third grade.

JJ liked to constantly tease him, claiming that he’s been a simp from day one and Pope can’t bring himself to disagree. He used to despise English classes with Mr. Flynn but from the second you joined, he found himself looking forward to them.

Pope was hunched over his notebook, scribbling and doodling on the back page when Mr. Flynn called for the class’s attention, “Everyone, we’ve got a new classmate joining us today, this is Y/N Y/L/N. After the first break, we’ll be doing some icebreaker activities so that we can get to know her a little better and she can get settled in.

For the first time, he was relieved that his friends weren’t in the same class as him because he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that if they saw the way he was staring at you, he would never hear the end of it.

Pope could have sworn that you were the most beautiful girl had ever seen. Even the sight of your wild hair, slightly paint-stained shorts and worn-out trainers took his breath away.

Mr Flynn had finally wrapped up his welcoming speech and allowed you to introduce yourself but Pope couldn’t focus on anything but the way you were rocking on your heels and awkwardly smiling at people around the classroom. He watched you crack a small smile and crinkle your nose when you said something particularly funny (at least to you).

He was finally forced back into reality when he heard your backpack drop onto the floor beside him and he watched as you settled into the seat beside him. He felt as though he was paralyzed, unable to move his gaze from you. He tried to say something, anything but his extensive vocabulary seemed to have abandoned him.

“Hi,” You chuckled when you noticed that his attention was on you, “I’m Y/N but you already knew that because he just announced it.”

He blinked.

“This is the part where you tell me your name,” You said expectantly, awkwardly giggling to fill the silence.

“Pip, Po, I mean, Pope,” He stammered. It was in moments like this that he wished he was a little more like JJ or John B, they wouldn’t have had a problem coming up with something funny to say to the pretty, new girl. “That’s my name, I don’t just greet people like that, that would be really weird.”

You smiled and Pope knew that he would happily spend the rest of his life making you smile like that, “Hi, Pope.”

He was forced out of his reminiscing by the devil herself.

You were standing in front of him and he could instantly tell that you were a bit peeved, your arms were crossed and he was subjected to the harshest of glares. You were clearly trying your hardest to remain angry with him but both of you knew that it was a lost cause, it seemed as though you were never able to stick to it.

Pope could read you like a book so he found it hard to take you seriously in moments like this. He was the only one who could understand you so innately and deeply that it was almost terrifying.

“Hey Munchkin,” He grinned and leaned back against the door of Kiara’s car. He crossed his arms over his chest and failed to notice the way your eyes were drawn to his biceps for a split second before they returned to his face.

You frowned, trying your hardest to maintain your composure, “Don’t give me that, Pope! You were supposed to meet me in the library so we could go through your essay together, it’s worth half of your final grade.”

“I’ve got it in the bag, don’t worry about it, but it’s always nice to know how much you care,” He teased and opened his arms wide, “Come on, you haven’t hugged me all day.”

You rolled your eyes and ignored the butterflies that erupted in your stomach at the faux pout on his lips and made yourself at home in his arms.

“Where are the others? I figured they’d be here by now?” You wondered and tilted your head up to briefly meet Pope’s gaze and tightened your arms around his torso.

The ‘hug tax’ was something you had come up with as a joke one day. You made it compulsory that each pogue had to have at least one proper hug with you every day. You came up with it after you had gone three days without a single hug from any of them (it was the longest three days of your life).

Pope kept his arms wrapped tightly around your waist when you pulled back from the embrace and he reluctantly answered, “JJ roped John B into some scheme involving a fire extinguisher, a ladder, and a bunch of rotten apples to the less I know, the better. Kie had social studies last period so, knowing her, she’s most likely still berating the teaching assistant about the lack of intersectionality again.”

“But I’m hungry,” Your lips fell into the most adorable pout and Pope had to bite his lip at the sight.

He pondered for a moment and grudgingly removed his arms from around your waist and took a deep breath, “I’ll go track down the boys and make sure they haven’t gotten into too much trouble so why don’t you try and find Kie and we can get the hell out of here?”

“Fine,” You huffed and backed away, “But we will talk about this essay at some point!”

“Yes, Ma’am,” He saluted and watched as you strolled down the path that led up to the large doors at the entrance of the school. He couldn’t help but smile when he saw you pause and drop down to your knees and coo at the sight of a squirrel scurrying up the tree nearest to the front doors.

John B and JJ were already heading towards the parking lot when he finally managed to shake off his love-added thoughts of you long enough to contemplate the destruction that his friends may had caused.

“What is it?” JJ asked when he noticed the distracted and impatient look in Pope’s eyes.

Pope glanced between his friends in confusion, “Huh?”

John B clarified, “You’ve got your ‘Y/N’ face on.”

“My what?” Pope laughed awkwardly.

“Your ‘Y/N’ face,” JJ repeated John B’s words in a way that suggested that Pope should know precisely what that meant.

John B rolled his eyes, “Whenever you think about her, you get this weird, lovesick look on your face.”

“Like you’re high,” JJ chuckled.

He shook his head, “Whatever, it’s time to go.”

“Why?” John B asked and exchanged a smug smile with JJ.

Pope sighed loudly in defeat, “Y/N’s hungry.”

He turned on his heels and pointedly ignored the loud laughs coming from his best friends.

“Dude,” JJ had thrown his arm over Pope’s shoulder and grinned at him, “We’re just messing with you, it’s cute.”

“Thanks,” Pope replied, his tone was deadpan. He was already counting down the minutes until you returned with Kiara.

You and Kiara still weren’t back by the time they had gotten to the car so Pope figured that it was as good a time as any to bring up his plans, “I’m gonna do it,” He admitted, receiving confused looks in return, “I’m gonna ask her.”

The boys exchanged a series of sceptical glances before they burst into laughter, laughter that was so intense that JJ fell forward and clutched at his stomach.

“Wow,” He caught his breath, “That’s a good one, Pope. This must be the, I don’t know, the seventh or eighth time you’ve said that?”

“I have an idea and Kie has agreed to keep Y/N busy for a couple of hours while I sort it out.”

John B seemed to have gained some composure and realised how serious Pope was, “Alright,” He said hesitantly, elbowing JJ in the side, “What do you need us for?”

Pope heaved out a sigh and glanced at his blonde friend, clearly unimpressed with his overdramatic reaction, “I don’t know what to say. It’s Y/N so I don’t want it to be bad.”

“Alright,” JJ had finally pulled himself together and had leant back against the car door, “You’re really doing this?”

Pope nodded.

“You’re telling us that you can get A’s across the board but you can’t put pen to paper and find a way to tell a girl that you love her?” John B asked and raised an eyebrow.

He groaned and ran a hand over his face, “I’m sick and tired of pretending I don’t love her like that.”

“Well,” JJ shrugged, “It’s a good thing you came to me, we’ll have her falling at your feet in no time.”

John B scoffed, “Remind me, how many relationships have you held down?”

“There was Anna Mae in second grade-”

“A relationship that lasted more than a week?”

JJ was silent.

“Precisely,” John B smirked and turned to look at Pope, “We’ll figure it out, dude.”

“Yeah, I mean, it’s kind of inevitable that you two will end up together.”

“Ooh, baby’s using big boy words today,” John B taunted.

Kiara was indeed berating her social studies teaching assistant.

You had never seen a man that looked more scared for his life before.

It had taken a good amount of bargaining and distraction to get Kiara to leave the poor guy alone.

“Come on,” You said happily linking Kiara’s arm with yours and skipping down the hallway, “Time for food.”

“Hold your horses, babe.”

“Kie,” You pouted and the words came out in a whine, “I’m tired, bored and hungry. That’s a dangerous combination. Even more so than JJ and his gun.”

��Chill,” She chuckled, bumping your shoulder, “I just need to pick up a few things from my locker and we’ll go, we can even get your favourite.”

“Lobster Mac ‘N’ Cheese?”

“What else?”

Kiara rolled her eyes fondly at your antics and laughed under her breath when she realised the real reason you were desperate for her to hurry up, “Relax,” She teased, “We’ll get you back to Pope soon.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

She pinned you with an unimpressed stare, “Seriously?”

“You love him, dude.”

“Of course, I do, he’s my best friend, no offence.”

“None taken but babe, you know that’s not what I meant,” She closed her locker and linked her arms with yours again, “Think about it.”

“Fine,” You conceded, it was pointless to try and pretend that you didn’t know what she meant, “Now food?”

By the time you and Kiara had pulled up at the Chateau, you were absolutely ravenous. Kiara had insisted that you should make enough food for the others as well, already anticipating JJ’s dramatic outburst if you showed up late with no food.

She shook her head at you when you launched yourself out of the car and strode towards the house with determination. You didn’t look pleased when John B stopped you in your tracks. Kiara had been on the receiving end of your hangry glare more than once and she did not pity John B in the slightest.

“Hey?” Your eyes flickered from his face to the door and back again, clearly confused.

JJ came running out from behind John B and they exchanged a smug look. They walked past you towards Kiara and the three of them wandered towards the dock, waving back at you and teasingly telling you to “have fun.”

“But not too much fun,” Kiara laughed.

You opened the door hesitantly and scanned the room. It was never a good sign when JJ and John looked as smug and mischievous as they just did. You didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary so you shrugged.

Pope was sitting on the couch, playing on his phone. It didn’t make sense that something so mundane could make your heart skip but the sight of Pope with his arm resting on the back of the couch and his legs spread out caused your stomach to erupt in butterflies. Thankfully, you managed to calm yourself down before he looked at you.

When he noticed your presence, he jumped up and smiled at you.

“What’s up with them?” You said, “They’re being weirder than usual.”

Pope laughed weakly and reached a hand to scratch the back of his neck, “It’s JJ and John B, do you want to try applying logic to them?”

“I guess not,” You chuckled, shaking your head.

There was a moment of silence before Pope spoke. It was unnerving. The silence was awkward, which had never happened with you and Pope.

“Well,” He took a deep breath and slightly stumbled over his words. You couldn’t help but notice that he was pointedly avoiding eye contact with you, “I need to tell you something and it’s kind of terrifying but I just need to get it out so wait until I’m done before you say anything.”

“Okay,” You confirmed, feeling uncertain but trusting him nonetheless.

Pope moved you to sit down on the couch and sat beside you. He reached over and held your hands in his, “I love you,” He didn’t allow your shocked expression to slow him down, “I don’t mean like you’re my best friend and I love you but more like I’m in love with you. I’ve tried telling you so many times that I’ve genuinely lost count but every time I back out because I’m terrified that you won’t feel the same and it’ll get really weird between us but I need you to know.”

Your jaw had dropped throughout his speech. He noticed that you were about to speak and put his hand up before you could say anything, “Not finished, I’ve got over this in my head a million times, let me get through it,” He let out a shaky laugh and focused his gaze on your intertwined hands, “I can still remember the day we met and I think I loved you then but now that I know pretty much everything about you, I love you even more so that’s it, I guess.”

He looked up and met your eyes, and you were almost surprised at the pure love you could see in them, “Against my better judgement, I fell in love with my best friend and I’m really hoping that she loves me back or this is gonna end up being really awkward.”

“You love me?” You blinked a few times to make sure that you weren’t dreaming.

“Um, yeah,” His shoulders slumped. Pope saw your reaction as a clear rejection and was fully prepared to run home and hide from the world for the next 2-3 business days.

“Well,” You grinned and pushed a few stray pieces of hair behind your ears, “I guess you’d better ask me out now.”

“Ask you ou-” Pope trailed off before nodding rapidly, a smile similar to your own spread across his lips, “Yep, that’s definitely something I can do, absolutely-”

“Pope.”

“Right, will you go out with me, then?”

You took a moment to fully admire him, happiness seemed to radiate from his body, “Obviously,” You answered and used your intertwined hands to pull him closer to you, “I mean, who else am I supposed to date? Being in love with my best friend doesn’t sound too bad.”

“Not too bad, huh?” He teased and his arms wrapped around your waist until he seemed to relax into you.

“I mean, you did take your time.”

He chuckled and silenced you with a kiss.

“Can we come back in now?” JJ asked with a smirk on his face. Pulling away from each other, you turned to see him standing in the doorway, Kiara and John B stood behind him with matching grins on their faces, “...or do we need to evacuate the premises?”

“I guess so, but you’re paying for pizza tonight.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” He saluted, sat on the couch and pulled his phone from his pocket.

John B followed him and routinely leaned over his shoulder, pointing at the screen and picking out what he wanted whilst Kiara walked over to you and Pope.

“What the fuck, you guys,” She said and her gaze darted back and forth between you, “Who am I supposed to give the speech to?”

You tilted your head back and laughed at your friend’s faux outrage. You wrapped your arms around Pope again and laid your head in the crook of his neck, “Both of us?”

“I guess I’ll have to,” She sighed. “I need some garlic bread in me first.”

She wandered over to the couch, pushed John B out of the way.

You shook your head and looked up at your boyfriend, “They’re idiots, aren’t they?”

“Yeah, but I wouldn’t have said anything without them so I guess they’re alright.”

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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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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 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 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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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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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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marlswhore · 1 year

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Hello! I love your account and I love Pope Heyward! Could you please write a nsfw Pope story? Any context works, but the Pope fandom is living off of crumbs and the 8 of us still here need something lol ❤️

thigh riding with pope heyward

pairing(s): pope heyward x fem! reader.

summary: thigh riding with pope heyward. porn without a plot. idk just hornyness??

a/n: not proofread because i hate re-reading my writing. english is NOT my first language. so sorry this is so short :( i was so tempted to use the word bussy instead of pussy LMFAOO

warnings: sexual themes, mature content, thigh riding, slight nipple play, lemme know if i missed anything.

YOU aren't sure how it happened. One minute you're studying for your chemistry test alongside your boyfriend. The next, you're grinding against his thigh. You can't blame yourself, not when your boyfriend looks like a greek god. Perhaps it's how he licks his lips when he's concentrating on reading or how pretty he looks while sitting next to you, paying you no attention. It's extremely inconsiderate, really. You weren't learning anything but appreciating pope's beauty.

"What?" Pope questioned, not bothering to lift his gaze from his book.

"I'm bored, we've been studying for three hours!" you dramatically spoke.

This time pope meets your eye, "What do you suggest we do?” he questioned, a glow of lust in his eyes. It seems like you both were thinking of the same thing.

You shrugged, scanning his room, "Your parents are out of town, aren't they?" You asked as if you didn't know the answer.

Pope nodded, a playful smirk growing on his face.

"Are you really going to make me ask?"

"Oh, absolutely," Pope said, rather smug with himself. The boy was such a tease.

“I want this,” you straddle one of his thighs. The contact of your pussy alone made you whine and grind down.

Without hesitation, you press a desperate kiss to his lips. Only mere seconds later, pope kisses back with the same desperation.

You pulled away to focus on your now throbbing pussy. You started slow, dragging your clothed core along his thigh until you found the position that made the pressure on your clit send a thrill of arousal through your body so strong it made your eyes roll back into your head.

Your moans filled the room, your pussy aching for more.

“That’s a good girl—looks so pretty riding my thigh like that.” Pope praised, his warm hands resting on your waist.

"Touch me, please," You begged into his ear.

Pope leaned back in his seat, making himself comfortable, and snuck one hand up your shirt.

Pope rolled your nipples between his fingers while bouncing his leg. You could only grind faster and faster against his leg, your whimpers and moans growing louder.

You were so close, and his touch on your body sent you into a frenzy.

"Fuck, I'm so close." You moaned.

“Cum all over my thigh.”

“That’s it, make a mess on my thigh, darling.” pope spoke softly.

And so you did.

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goldenroutledge · 1 year

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serenity

pairing: pope heyward x reader

word count: 1.7k

summary: your first anniversary with pope.

warning(s): none! just fluff <3

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365 days. One full year of being able to call Pope truly yours. The days seemed to go by in a flash, each memory together replaying in your head with a rose colored tint. It had been so easy, you thought. Sure, there were a handful of silly arguments and temporary goodbyes that made your heart clench at the thought. But choosing to entrust him with the key to your heart, and never letting go of the key to his, that part was easy.

“Y/n.” Pope cooed in a soft voice, nudging your half-sleeping body. “Wake up.”

You took a deep breath in, not wanting to stop drowsily reminiscing about the man beside you. “Happy anniversary, my love.” He mumbled with a soft kiss to your forehead.

Purely to mess with him for interrupting your dreamy state, you stared at him blankly, feigning forgetfulness of the important date. Pope’s smile faltered at your expression.

“You didn’t forget, did you?”

Your laugh echoed through the acoustics of the room, putting him at ease. “Of course not! I was just messing with you.” He smiled at the feel of your arms around his torso and your lips peppering his jaw. “Happy anniversary to you, too.”

“I have something for you.” You mumbled into his neck, before reaching for your nightstand drawer to retrieve it.

“I told you that you didn’t have to get me anything, my love. Just being with you today is more than enough.”

“Sorry, honey. I just couldn’t help myself, you know how impulsive I can be.”

“Indeed I do.” He teased, rubbing circles on your skin with his thumb. “Or maybe you just need to stop spending so much time with JJ, I think you’re picking up on his bad habits.”

You gasped, harmlessly brushing his arm away. “Actually, JJ had great advice on my gift for you. You’ll be thanking us both once you open it.”

“Tonight I will.” Pope grabbed your hand and interlocked your fingers, helping you out of bed. “But for right now, I have a surprise waiting for you.”

You raised an eyebrow. “A surprise? Is it a good one?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes, of course I do. But you know I’m not the fondest of surprises.” You reminded him. “Please don’t tell me I have to wear a blindfold.”

He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, hoping to bring up your enthusiasm. “For the time being, you don’t. Come on, I think you’ll like it.”

Pope led you by the arm down the hall and to your kitchen, stepping out of the way so you could get a view of your dining table, decorated more than usual for the occasion. “Ta-da!” He cheered, pulling your chair out for you like he always did. A simple but sweet gesture that was never overlooked in your time together.

“You made all this?” You marveled, eyes darting from dish to dish, an array of all your favorite breakfast foods resting on the table. Pope wasn’t exactly known to be a chef, but his hidden talents never failed to amaze you.

“Of course I did. You deserve it. My mom might’ve taught me a few things.”

At the revelation you both chuckled, understanding why everything looked so appealing. Your heart fluttered at the thought of him putting in the time and effort into making something special for you.

Pope may have been grinning on the outside— after all, if you were happy, so was he— but he couldn’t deny the panic he was feeling.

Just yesterday when he went to the local florist to pick up your favorite flowers, they were completely out. He cursed himself for not planning this better ahead of time, but was determined to figure something out.

« “Fuck.” Pope sighed, entering the Chateau and slamming the door shut behind him.

“What’s wrong dude?” JJ questioned.

“Well, my anniversary is tomorrow. And the florist is sold out of sunflowers.”

“I could’ve told you that.” John B chimed in, opening his can of soda as he entered the room. “They’re all at Tannyhill for Sarah’s birthday party.”

“Not surprised.” JJ muttered. “Can’t you get some other flowers for Y/n?”

“Absolutely not.” Pope rejected. “It’s sunflowers or no flowers.”

JJ scoffed. “Girls love all flowers. Are you sure she wouldn’t be fine with some roses or something? Y/n would appreciate it either way.”

“True.” Pope acknowledged. “But it’s our anniversary. I want it to be special, and what is special about saying: ‘Hey, I know we’ve been together for a year but I can’t be bothered to notice what your favorite flower is’. I have to try.”

“You know, I think my cousin still works at some type of garden store. Maybe they have ‘em there.” JJ offered. “You said sunflowers right?” »

In the midst of your breakfast, Pope’s phone buzzed in his pocket, letting him know he was receiving a call. He ignored it, too entranced with the beauty sitting in front of him that he couldn’t be bothered to let anything or anyone distract him from this moment.

But then his phone rang again, and then eventually for a third time. “You can answer it, hun, I don’t mind.” You told him. “Clearly someone’s trying to reach you.”

“I’m sorry, beautiful. I won’t be long.” He excused, reaching over to kiss your cheek before rushing to another room once he read JJ’s contact name.

“Did you find them?” Pope spoke lowly, just loud enough for only JJ to hear on the other line.

“Good morning to you too, man. Geez.”

“Well, did you? I’m in the middle of breakfast with Y/n.”

“Nah. The Cameron’s must’ve hit up my cousin’s shop too because she’s all out. Damn kooks.”

Pope sighed, letting his head fall back against the closed door at the words he dreaded hearing.

“But listen, I have a backup plan.” Somehow that doesn’t reassure me, Pope thought. “She says there’s this flower shop on the mainland that should have them. It’s not too far away.”

“Can you go get them?”

“Nah, I gotta go to work pretty soon. But the next ferry leaves in 30. You could leave now, get them yourself, and still be back in time for the sunset or whatever.”

“Alright. I guess I’ll have to. Thanks anyway.” Pope sighed, hanging up the phone and plastering on a smile before joining you again.

“Everything okay?” You asked, as your love did not sit down to resume eating with you.

“I need to run an errand fast.” He explained with urgency. “I know we were gonna spend the day together but I promise I will make it up to you, okay?”

“Okay..?” You replied, unintentional skepticism surely lacing your voice. “I’ll see you later then. Thanks for breakfast!”

“No problem. I love you.” Pope assured, giving you a quick peck before heading out the door.

“I love you, too!” You called out after him.

You weren’t sure why Pope left in such a hurry, on your first anniversary no less, but knowing him, it had to be for a good reason.

If only he didn’t go to so much trouble for some sunflowers. Hours had passed by before he returned. At around 7, he texted you and told you to wait a few more minutes before he picked you up.

You all but ran through your house and out the front door at the familiar hum of his truck pulling up. “Hi, again.” Pope greeted you, cupping your face and kissing you.

“What took you so long? I missed you.” You mumbled, pulling away from him.

“Long story.” Pope briefly explained before fishing through a bag for a blindfold. “May I?”

“Are you sure I can’t just close my eyes?”

“I know you’ll peek.”

“Whatever.” You huffed, snatching the blindfold and putting it on yourself. “Just drive, lover boy.”

After what felt like forever of sitting in the dark, jolting occasionally when the road became uneven, you felt the truck come to a stop. “Are we there?”

“We’re here, sweetheart.” Pope confirmed. “I’ll help you out.”

As promised, Pope came around to your side of the truck and helped you out, though your movements were slow with precaution.

“Woah.” You gasped, feeling the not so solid ground beneath you. “Is that sand?”

Pope chuckled as you kicked some up with your shoe, clearly trying to find out for yourself to be sure. “Yes. We’re at the beach, hun.”

“Okay.” You spoke wearily, squeezing the life out of your boyfriend’s hand as you made your steps carefully. “You better not let me walk into the ocean, Pope. Is this how you get rid of all your girlfriends after 1 year?”

“Nope. Just you.” He quipped, pinching your side as he held onto you. “Alright, you can take the blindfold off.”

You did as told, careful of your hair as you removed it gently. The sight before you drew a gasp from your lips, a spread out picnic blanket with an abundance of sunflowers decorating the space. “Pope! This is so cute!”

“Only the cutest for you.” He returned, helping you sit down. “I was gone for the day trying to find you some sunflowers. Everyone was sold out and I had to go to like a hundred places. But it’s worth it.”

“You really didn’t have to go to so much trouble, y’know.”

“Don’t worry. I’d go to a hundred more stores if I had to. I’d go to Mars for you.” Pope smiled, throwing his arm around your shoulders and letting you hide your face into his chest. Even after one year, his effect on you never wavered. You would always feel like a schoolgirl with a crush on Pope Heyward.

The sound of the waves crashing against the shore completed the serene aura on the beach, the stars beginning to make their appearance in the dusky sky.

“This is all so beautiful. Thank you for today.”

“Thank you for every day.”

“Damn, do you really have to try and outdo me with your cute ass responses?”

“We’ve lasted this long, if I didn’t know any better I’d start to think you love it.”

Your smile beamed as you kissed him, eyes twinkling once you opened then again, always a definite result of the love in front of you. “I guess you’re right about something.”

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mayfieldss · 1 year

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On the dock - Pope Heyward

Summary; an expansion on date nights with Pope from my dating Pope Heyward headcanons.

Over the past couple of weeks, you and Pope had hardly spent any time alone together. You were busy chasing adventures with the other Pouges, hunting gold, and running from danger, and whilst that was exhilarating, Pope just wanted some time with his girl.

The last few days had been quiet and free of stress for everyone but Pope. He was filled with anxiety, thinking over the perfect way to spend time with you before everything got hectic again. He hadn't actually taken you on a proper date yet, and the pressure he felt to do it right was beyond insane. You'd told him he didn't need to do anything, that you were just content to sit with him and do absolutely nothing, but Pope wanted to do something special to show you just how much you meant to him.

He had some semblance of a plan but pulling it all together was the struggle of it all, and when it was finally done, Pope's main concern was whether you would like it.

"Okay, close your eyes." Pope put an arm around your waist leading you down the dock.

"If you push me into the water Heyward, I swear to god-"

"I'm not pushing you anywhere, and no peeking." Pope put a hand over your eyes as you tried to open them. Your laugh was sweet and soft as he did so, and he was praying to whatever god could hear that you would be happy to see what he set out.

You had your hands out in front of you, as if afraid to bump into something or trip, but Pope wouldn't let you fall. "Okay," Pope stopped walking, pulling you back to him when you continued to move forward with your eyes closed. "Feel free to open your eyes whenever."

You did as you were told, and Pope watched your eyes light up, though that might have been a trick of the light from the lamps placed before you.

"Pope, wow." He watched as you placed a hand over your mouth, taking in everything he'd done. He loved the way his name sounded on your lips.

There were little oil lamps, and a blanket laid out on the dock, a picnic basket set in the middle of all of it, and you turned to him, only for your eyes to widen further. Pope had pulled a bouquet of hand-picked wildflowers from behind his back, tied neatly in a blue ribbon.

"Pope-" You had tears in your eyes, the lamplight reflecting off of them as you took everything in, and for a second Pope was filled with concern. But you leapt into his arms then, hugging him tight and almost crushing the flowers, had Pope not moved them quickly.

"You okay?" he mutters the words against your hair, but he's smiling because he thinks you like it, he hopes you like it.

"You're amazing." You pull back as you say it, and you're grinning wide, causing him to do the same. A second passes before you're kissing him deeply and Pope is over the moon about it, holding you just that little bit tighter.

When you sit down, taking in everything, Pope points to the sky.

"You see how that star is shining brighter than the rest?"

You look up and nod, taking in the night air "yeah."

"That's because it's a planet, not a star."

"For real?" You look to him a little wide-eyed and Pope puts an arm around you, pulling you into his side.

"Yeah."

"What planet is it?" You turn your head to face him again, and he's so close that your noses almost touch. It's thrilling and it's fun.

"Honestly, I'd have to look that up, but I know it's a planet." Pope laughs nervously, and you kiss him, bringing back his confidence in an instant. Even if this is the last date you and Pope will have for a while, you're okay with it and so is he, because it's the most memorable thing you've ever done together.

AN: I'm sorry it's short but I literally had to write this in thirty minutes so, send help.

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calif0rnia-lovers · 1 month

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send me a character/person and a song. I'll write a short story?

who I'm open to at the moment (I haven't watched much TV lately, but the list is of people and characters I've seen the past few months):

adonis creed.

athur pendragon.

bucky barnes.

lorenzo “cane” tejada jr.

carmy berzatto.

erik killmonger.

frank castle.

conrad fischer.

harald sigurdsson.

javy "coyote" machado.

jax teller.

joaquin torres.

joel miller.

josh cody.

pope heyward.

sam wilson.

sinqua walls.

steve harrington.

tangerine.

trevante rhodes.

zuko.

If you want someone not listed above...still send the name. I'm behind on movies and shows, so I'm sure others could be added. I've removed Mayans MC because I never finished the show beyond season 2 🙃

Stories will most likely be OC stories unless xreader is specified in the request. If you request a reader fic, I'll try my best.

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xoxoavenger · 8 months

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How You Get The Girl

pairing: Pope Heyward x Fem!Reader

summary: Broke your heart, I'll put it back together I would wait for ever and ever And that's how it works That's how you get the girl

word count: 1752

warnings: none

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"Are you insane?" She asks, blinking at him. He's shaking, freezing from having run to her house in the rain. But this couldn't wait. He risked getting grounded forever for sneaking out just to see her.

Y/N cannot believe Pope Hayward is at her door.

"Can I come in?" He asks. Besides the fact that it's freezing, he also knows he needs to talk to her before the police release the actual story of where he was, or even before the town gets word of the Pouges being back. He knows it'll be worse if she finds out he's back before he can see her.

"Where the fuck did you go?" She yells. Instead of letting him in, she walks out and pushes him. He stumbles back a few steps, and she follows. She's starting to get wet from the rain, but by the look on her face he guesses she can't tell. They're standing so close; every nerve in his body can feel her proximity.

"I didn't mean to leave, I swear, especially after everything that happened," He tells her quickly, but she's already talking over him.

"Everything that happened? Really? You mean how you finally asked me to be your girlfriend after months of dates and cuddles and kisses and me waiting for you to make a move, just to fuck off to God knows where without telling me?" She's rightfully pissed, and now they're both getting soaked from the rain that will not let up. There must be a hurricane incoming.

"I know, I should have said something before I left, but I didn't think I'd be gone that long. But we got stuck on an island, and then kidnapped, and I swear I would have been here earlier except my parents are freaking out and didn't want me to leave." She's shocked into silence as he talks, because she had never thought that Pope was actually stuck on an island while he was gone. "But I wanted to tell you that I'm back. Before word gets around." They're silent for a moment, both staring at each other and blinking the rain away.

"What the fuck?" She finally says, and before Pope could defend himself any further she walks forward and hugs him tightly. He's confused, because a second ago he was sure she was going to slap him, but he wraps his arms around her and takes it in.

"I missed you." He whispers, pulling her as close as he can. Their bodies are wet and they're both colder than shit, but it feels too good to be with each other.

"I missed you too." She says, pulling back. She's glad for the water running down her face, making the tears blend in. "But I can't be with you."

Her words break Pope's heart.

He watches wordlessly as she walks away, back into her house without looking over her shoulder.

"What are you doing here?" She asks as she opens the door to Pope only a day later. It's not raining today, just gloomy and humid. It made his hair more frizzy than usual, sticking out widely.

Pope is glued to the spot, only able to blink at her.

"Hello? Pope, are you okay?" She asks, waving a hand in front of his face. He shakes his head before focusing.

"I'm not just giving up on us." He blurts out, causing Y/N's eyes to widen.

"I thought I made it pretty clear yesterday that I couldn't do that again." She frowns, because it hurts her too. She doesn't want to end things with him, but she doesn't have much of a choice. He doesn't know what she had to go through, how worried her friends were when she stayed home from everything, even school for a couple days. She had been so worried about Pope, until someone brought to her attention that they probably ran away.

And it broke her heart.

"I also wanted to bring you this picture. I framed it." He passes a picture of them at the beach, one Y/N took on the day he had officially asked her to be his girlfriend. She had taken it from a high angle, Pope's arms around her waist visible, his lips pressed to her cheek. She had her hand holding his chin, her face frozen between a smile and a laugh.

It was the picture she had cried over, the one stuck on her phone while it was pressed to her chest. It was the first one she deleted when she had the thought that he had to of run away. And here it was, in Pope's hands, framed.

She didn't know what to say.

"I just, I wanted to explain myself." He tells her, and she finally looks up at him.

"I thought you did that yesterday." Her heart is racing. She wants it to stop, wants him to stop, because she can't take this anymore.

"I did, but I wanted to give you the full story." She turns to let him into her house, trying to take a deep breath when his arm brushes past her.

"This doesn't mean that we're getting back together." She says as she shuts the door, not looking at him. In the back of her mind, she can feel the doubt, but she can't bring herself to question it too hard. She doesn't want to know what it means if she doesn't fully believe herself, the same way she doesn't want to think about what it would mean for her and Pope if she kept her word.

"That's okay." He says, and her heart flies a little higher because he sounds like he's actually okay with it, despite saying that he wasn't going to give up on them. Maybe, for him, the two aren't mutually exclusive.

After a couple weeks of Pope coming over, Y/N knows she's losing the battle with herself.

Pope hasn't even confessed to anything. He hasn't said anything about them being together since he came over with the picture, hasn't asked her how she would feel about the two of them getting back together. They've simply just been themselves, a pair of feelings that stay in the dark. It all comes to a head when Pope spends the night accidentally and she wakes up in his arms, head on his chest and feeling the most relaxed she's felt since the day on the beach when they fell asleep in the sun, warm and at peace.

She can't take it, the feeling she knows all too well that makes her heart race. She rolls over and pretends that it didn't happen, hoping that Pope isn't awake. He doesn't even have the decency to pretend like he was asleep when she leaves his arms, instead sitting up on an elbow. It's quiet as she ignores him, eyes squeezed shut in a silent prayer that he'll think she rolled over in her sleep.

"I can't do this." He says it softly, as if by not yelling it the words won't break her heart. It's enough to get her to turn back and look at him.

"What are you talking about?" She asks, her voice in an equal whisper. She knows what he's saying, but can't bring herself to let him go.

"You told me you didn't want to be with me, and I respect that. But I can't do this; I can't hold you in my arms and then watch you turn away. I know you're afraid of getting hurt again, and I know you don't have any reason to trust me, but I promise I will never leave again. I would never put you through that again." He sounds so sincere, she can't even begin to think about how much it took him to get the words out.

He knows about what she went though when he left. During a late night, she had confessed how much she had struggled, how much she had hurt when she learned he was missing. He apologized endlessly, and she knew by the look on his face she had broken his heart.

"Pope," She doesn't know what to say, which is fine because she's pretty sure she would cry if she did try to get anything out.

"I want you, Y/N. And not just in a friend way. I want to be the one you fall asleep with at night, the one you wake up to. I want to put your heart back together and hold it so tight that no one will ever be able to break it again." He can see her face, see the hesitancy, so he continues before she can cut him off. "I'll wait. If you don't want to jump into anything, I'll wait. I'll be here as long as it takes. But if you give me the word, if you could just tell me that you want me too, or will want me in the future," He doesn't know how to read her now, and he's worried he's gone too far.

It scares her, what he's saying. It scares her to fall for him again, to somehow fall even deeper this time. She doesn't know if her heart is capable of it, doesn't know how she can trust him.

But then she thinks back to the beach day, thinks back to the feeling of being in the clouds when he had finally asked her to be his. She thinks back to him recounting his days on the island, how he told her that he had thought of her so often the Pouges banned him from saying her name. How hard it was to fall asleep, how he would pretend he was with her just to get through the night. And sure, she could reject these words. She could say she doesn't care, that she thinks he's lying. But she knows he's not. She knows he's telling the truth. And she does care. She cares about him so much it hurts.

"Okay," It's so quiet that she thinks Pope may have missed it, but the way his eyes widen makes her smile so big she's sure her jaw will be sore. "I want you too, Pope." The words aren't even out of her mouth before he's tackling her, squishing her against the bed as their laughs create a perfect harmony in the air.

And then he's kissing her, and she wonders why she had ever doubted him in the first place when he kisses her like she's the only thing in the whole world that matters.

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