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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