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a-aexotic · 1 year

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POPE HEYWARD THE LOML!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hes so pretty and so nice and so wow

ANYWAYS

could u pls do something rlly mushy and cute like falling alseep together 😻😻😻

im mentally ill but we 🆙

anyways

kiss love🙏🙏 thank you

pairing. pope heyward x fem!reader requested? yes no

warnings. mentions of insomnia. thats it. it's the sweetest fic, im melting rn.

summary. when reader can't sleep, pope lulls her back to sleep.

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Tonight had been especially hard for you. Your insomnia was on a high and you couldn't sleep even though you were tired. It was the worst feeling because you knew you had an early morning but you still couldn't manage to sleep.

You were twisting and turning, trying to find a comfortable spot to sleep. You were getting frustrated before you felt Pope turn to the side to face you. He knew your insomnia was on an all time high this week because you kept waking him up.

"Can't sleep?" Pope mumbled. You turned to face him as well, a frown playing on your lips. You felt guility because Pope also had an early morning and you kept waking him up.

"Yeah." You sighed as you closed your eyes. "Sorry, Pope. I know you're-"

"Shh don't apologize, you didn't do anything wrong." He turned on his back and then grabbed your hand. "Come sleep on my chest, doesn't that always help?"

Pope had noticed it the first night you were having sleep problems. After hours of turning, trying to sleep, Pope had cuddled up to his chest and that was the first time you had slept well that entire week.

You smiled lightly as you moved your body on his chest, laying on it. You both sat in comfortable silence, your body calming down at the sound of his heartbeat and breathing.

Your body had relaxed and you felt yourself dozing off. "I love you, Pope."

"I love you, too."

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cloveswifey · 1 year

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Other Woman

Parings: JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Cheating, Swearing, crying, Annoying Kiara, pleading, begging, use of ‘I love you’.

Type: Angst ~ fluffish

Words: 0.7

JJ and Y/n’s love story was a classic tale of two people who found each other in the most unexpected place and fell in love. They shared a strong bond, built on trust, respect, and honesty. They had been dating for a year, and their relationship was going strong.

JJ and Y/n were both hardworking individuals. Y/n, was a successful marketing executive at a prestigious firm. Even though their busy schedules kept them apart for most of the day, they always made it a point to spend quality time together.

One day, I came home from work earlier than usual. I was looking forward to spending some quality time with JJ, but what I saw broke my heart into pieces. JJ was kissing Kiara in their living room, and it was clear that they had been at it for a while.

The sight of JJ with another woman left me in shock. I didn't know what to do or say. I just stood there, staring at JJ and Kiara, their hands wrapped around each other. JJ was the first to realize that I was there. He immediately pulled away from Kiara and took a step back, his eyes wide with shock.

“What the fuck.” I mumble.

"Y/n, it's not what it looks like." JJ stammered, but I didn't believe him. I was hurt, angry, and in disbelief that the person I loved could do this to me.

"Really? So, what is it then? You were just having a friendly make-out session with Kiara in our living room?" I lashed out, the hurt and anger boiling inside of me.

JJ tried to explain that it was a mistake that he didn't mean to hurt her, but I was having none of it. I stormed out of the apartment, not wanting to hear JJ's explanations.

JJ Pov

One afternoon, Y/N had left for work as usual and I had decided to spend the day working from home. As I was typing on my laptop, I heard a knock on the door. I opened it to find Kiara standing there looking upset.

"What's wrong, Kiara?" I asked concerned.

Without hesitating, Kiara burst into tears and confessed her love to me. She told me that she had been hiding her feelings for me for a long time and couldn't keep them to herself any longer.

I was surprised by her confession, I have a girlfriend that I love very much.

Kiara suddenly kissed me; passionately and I found myself lost in her embrace. It was as if time stood still as we shared this moment. However, our kiss was cut short when we heard the sound y/n.

“What the fuck.”

"Y/n, it's not what it looks like." I stammered, I love y/n way too much for her to leave.

"Really? So, what is it then? You were just having a friendly make-out session with Kiara in our living room?" Y/n lashed out, the hurt and anger boiling inside her. "I can't believe this is happening," she said quietly.

Kiara apologized to Y/N, saying that she didn't mean to hurt her.

“If you were sorry you wouldn’t of kissed him.” Y/n scoffed, leaving the apartment.

Y/N realized the depth of JJ's remorse when he showed up at her doorstep, pleading and begging her to take him back.

"She kissed me, I swear," JJ pleaded, tears streaming down his face.

"JJ, you kissed her back," Y/N sighed, her face twisted with a frown.

"I didn't know what I was doing. It just happened. I know it seemed like we were at it for ages but it was only five seconds tops. The second I realized she kissed me, I pulled away," JJ cried. "Please, baby. I love you."

It took some time for Y/n to trust JJ fully again, but with time, they were able to overcome this rough patch in their relationship. They worked on their communication, made time for each other, and promised to always be open and honest with each other.

In the end, JJ and Y/n's relationship became stronger and more resilient because of what they went through. They learned that mistakes happen, but if they love each other enough, they can overcome them.

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rafe-cameron · 1 year

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the hate i am seeing on john b…. he’s gone thru more than everyone on this show combined and ur upset because he’s “boring”? HES TRAUMATIZED, U WOULDNT BE THE MOST CHARISMATIC EITHER. the screams i scrumpt this season

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yoursooogolden · 1 year

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“Devil roll the dice.”/“Angels roll their eyes.”

~ in which Rafe Cameron can’t get the pogue-loving kook princess from next door out of his head, or in which Evelyn Mae Conrad, kook princess, and honorary Pogue, can’t stop thinking about Pogue hating Kook king Rafe Cameron.

Sneak Peek of Cruel Summer

Sleepovers at Sarah Cameron’s house had been a weekly tradition since Evelyn and Sara could walk. They had been best friends since day one, and their bond grew stronger with age. This particular sleepover, however, was not what Evelyn had in mind. The sticky humid air and the thought of the sunken Grady White had turned her into a restless mess. Sleep evaded her every attempt, leading her to the downstairs kitchen holding a small glass full of ice-cold water perched on top of the marble countertop by the sink.

The polished marble was fridged against her bare thighs, helping her cool down, but her thoughts lingered on the Grady White, the cash, and the gun JJ and John B had found. She remembered spotting the Grady White when she attempted to surf the surge with John B and Pope, and the thought of the boat now underwater made her stomach twist into knots. Someone had died that night, someone on the island. Someone she had potentially known, Kook or Pogue.

“What are you doing up?”

Evelyn jumped from the counter with a small yelp. Rafe Cameron stood on the other side of the kitchen, almost hidden in complete darkness. Evelyn set her glass down, the ice clinking around in her glass. She was supposed to be the only one up at this hour.

“I couldn’t sleep,” She whispered.

Rafe moved from his spot in the darkness across the kitchen and retrieved a cup from the kitchen cabinet. He stalked towards her place by the sink and placed his cup under the faucet.

“Me either”

He was too close for her liking and decided to trot down into the kitchen shirtless. Evelyn kept her eyes on her fingers, twiddling them to distract her from the heat that suddenly returned to her body. Rafe Cameron was forbidden fruit. Sarah would kill her for thinking of her brother like that, he was the pogue’s worst enemy, and she wasn’t too thrilled about his track record with the other girls around the island. She couldn’t take a bite no matter how tempting she was; he would be her damnation.

Rafe moved from the sink and leaned against the counter across from her, looking at her over the rim of his glass. She was scorching now, suddenly her loose tank top and shorts clung to her body uncomfortably.

“I’m sorry about your mom” Rafe said, setting his glass down.

“Yeah, well, you know how she is. She just wants the perfect pristine daughter,” Evelyn said, scoffing, suddenly relaxed.

“I heard her yelling at you yesterday.”

"Yeah, she tends to do that," Evelyn whispered.

"Yeah, my dad does that too sometimes" Rafe said, rubbing the back of his neck.

Evelyn's eyes shot to his flexed bicep, his lean torso, and back down to her feet. His muscle's rippled across his torso and chest when he dropped his arm. Rafe stepped towards her, and Evelyn went ridged where she stood, her breath leaving her lungs.

"Look, Evie, if you ever need anyone to talk to..."

Evelyn's mind was blank; all she could do was stare into his piercing blue eyes. She could feel his body heat radiating off his skin and see a thin sheen of sweat across his chest. His fingertips grazed her hand, and a deep crimson blush crept up her cheeks. Her body pulsed, her heart hammering in her chest. There was silence and the thundering of their hearts pounding against their ribcages. His breath fanned her lips, her tongue darting out to wet them, possibly trying to get a taste of him too.

Rafe's eyes dropped to her heart-shaped mouth and then to her deep viridian eyes. His fingers felt rough against her own as he caressed her hand, pulling her hand into his own. Her body called to his, her back arching ever so slightly in hopes of getting closer to his warmth, summer heat be damned.

"Evie," Rafe leaned closer to her, her name falling off his lips in a whisper.

Her eyes fluttered shut, embracing her damnation. Welcoming it. His nose grazed against hers in a soft caress. His lips nearly touched hers. Evelyn was on fire, her body going up in flames, and then she was cold. Her eyes shot open to see Rafe leaning against the counter across from her gripping the marble behind him, his knuckles white and his jaw clenched. Evelyn took a step towards him, searching for his warmth.

"Evie?"

Evelyn's eyes shot across the kitchen where Sarah Cameron stood, her hair disheveled and her eyes tired.

"Come on, come back to bed," she whined, pouting.

Evelyn tore her eyes away from the eldest Cameron, his enchantment now wearing off, and approached her friend's outstretched hand that pulled her up the stairs and back into the girl's childhood bedroom. Rafe Cameron's piercing blue eyes followed her as she left, his hand clenched in a fist at his side.

~ ~ ~

Alright lovelies! That is a sneak peek of my new rafe Cameron Fic! It will be posted on Wattpad and here! Updates will be every Sunday by 12:00AM!

There will be two to three chapters per episode and we are starting from season one! The first chapter (potentially two chapters) will be posted this Sunday! I’m very excited! Let me know what you guys think! <3

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pixiexdusts-world · 1 year

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Incorrect quotes

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Random texts

Nothing yet

Headcannons

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proffessional-busboy · 1 year

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Fic Find

yall im tryna find this fic but I CANNOT FOR THE LIFE OF ME

it was a jj maybank x reader fic. i think

and basically the reader got hurt or something, and she stayed with john b to hide it from jj. then jj finds out and it gets super angsty and he thinks it bree that did it.

LIKE I DONT EVEN KNOW IF IT WAS ON TUMBLR OR NOT but i lowkey think it was

(the chances of finding this are slim to none. i remember really liking the writer but thats the only fic of theirs i can really think of)

#obx jj #jj maybank #obx s2 #obx season 2 #obx netflix #obx2 #obx fic #outer banks #obx cast #obx season 3 #obx 3 #obx spoilers #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader

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iconschasestokes · 2 years

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icons chase stokes | like or reblog. enjoy babies! <3

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midgexlennyx · 1 year

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hi guys! i posted a new edit, outer banks this time x

youtube

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cal-flakes · 11 months

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hii can you write an imagine with rafe and a reader that's just as psycho as him please??

okay so i also got another request about y/n protecting rafe so i’ve put these together, however i’ve put a bit of spin on it.

╰┈➤ protecting dark!rafe

warnings: mentions of lethal weapons, extreme violence, blood, homicide.

summary: y/n comes to rafe’s defence when he’s in trouble. (obx2 spoilers! sort of)

the grunts and groans of a struggle echoed through the dark forest of goat island, overriding her senses as she crept through the wailing trees.

she’d parked her car quite far out in hopes rafe wouldn’t see her, she’d intended to undermine his plans, take the cross for herself, but it seemed two people now stood in her way.

coming out of the camouflage of the thick woods, she tip toed around the side of the truck. her gloved fingertips just grasping the handle of her hunting knife while she went over the new plan in her head.

peaking around the side, she took in the scene before her, the strange man had rafe pinned to the ground, throwing punch after punch.

she’d never seen him before and it made her wonder who else was looking for the cross of santo domingo.

taking the opportunity, she lunged at him, plunging the blade deep into his thigh as he let out a cry of pain.

stumbling backwards, he landed into the mud with a groan as he stared down at the wound in horror.

before he had the chance to work out whether it was blood or dirt he was covered in, a gunshot filled the area, birds squeaking as they flew away.

rafe looked at the man on the floor, glancing between him and the gun in her hand, making the connection. it was obvious who shot him, but he just couldn’t fathom it.

a girl he had fallen for, killing a man in cold blood, right in front of him?

she stepped over his limp body, taunting him with a grin on her face. her pupils were blown and her hands trembled slightly as she looked over the man for any sign of life.

satisfied with his lack of pulse, she turned to rafe who was frozen on the floor, unsure of what just happened.

“give me your hand” she demanded, the numbness of her voice almost giving him chills. nodding in thanks, he reached up expectantly while his chest heaved.

in the blink of an eye, she’d put the safety on and flipped the gun around, slipping the handle into his shaky hands.

his breath hitched as she gently grasped his bare fingertips, squeezing them around the weapon.

“wh-what..” he gasped, breathless and shaken. she chuckled, shaking her head at his stupidity.

his heart could’ve exploded then and there, the feeling of betrayal coursing through him as he stared back at someone he thought he knew.

“im gonna make you a deal rafe, and you’ve got two options. you give me what i want, or..i give old shoupe a call, tell him i’ve got the gun you used on our friend here” she smirked, a menacing look dancing through her wide eyes.

“b-but that didn’t happen, that’ll never work y/n and you know it” he growled, gritting his teeth.

she tilted her head in amusement, leaning down. “oh but wouldn’t it? i was the worried girlfriend, following you to find out where you were going, only to find you blowing this poor man’s brains out” she stated proudly, inciting an angry sigh from the boy below her.

“and i was just, so scared, so i kept the gun, making sure i had something to protect me if you ever tried to come for me too..”

“you used me..” he muttered, staring into her eyes in hopes something familiar would return. “you waited until i’d done all the hard work huh? thought you’d swoop in, take the cross for yourself?” he snapped, attempting to lunge at her.

his reach was limited however, as she placed her dirty boot on his chest, pushing him further into the ground. “oh baby boy, that’s exactly what i’ve done..” she uttered, blowing him a kiss before sending a sharp kick to his jaw.

“you should be thanking me really, i just saved your life..but i suppose you’ve always been an ungrateful dick huh?”

she rounded the truck once more and got in the drivers side, leaving rafe in the mud, writhing in pain and hurt.

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x fem!reader #outer banks #rafe cameron #outerbanks rafe #obx #rafecameron #rafe obx

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athenaeum-simps · 3 years

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thatsweeird · 3 years

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the relationship between John B & JJ <3

I loved the fact that JJ remained constant and continued to protect John B, even before he found out he was alive. I loved the fact that, FINALLY, John B listened JJ, never attacked him, protected him and worrying about him every time.

(I'll give you an example: in s1 John B was constantly yelling at JJ but this season? I don't remember a single one.)

There were hugs, random touches, glances and comforting words. They finally just loved each other.

These are the superior best friends we were told at the beginning. Finally we have the true love between John B and JJ and they're beautiful <3

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a-aexotic · 1 year

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HEY IM SO SORRY IDK IF YOU WRITE FOR POPE BUT LIKE A SPEAK NOW ABT HIM PLS?

ren's notes ! heyy babe ❤️❤️😩, no worries! i do write for pope :)) and ofc i can, i hope u enjoy it! idk if this is what u asked for bc i kinda forgot this was based on speak now but i still hope u like it <3

pairing. pope heyward x fem!reader requested? yes no

warnings. nothing but fluff, mention of insecurity, exes to lovers angst and ofc a kiss at the end!

summary. y/n misses pope, but little does she know, so does he.

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Your heart dropped when Kie had mentioned Pope going out with another girl this upcoming weekend. She noticed your shift in behavior and she asked if you were okay but you just shrugged it off as being tired.

You just didn't want to tell Kie you were back on the Pope train again. You guys dated for a few months ago and you guys broke up because you thought you'd be better as friends. And now, you regret it.

It was going to be the year anniversary of your break-up and you still have feelings for Pope.

You were being selfish, you kept repeating to yourself. You had your chance and you lost it now. You have to let Pope move on even if you can't.

You can't risk hurting him again. You'd much rather hurt yourself than see the pained look on Pope's face when you broke up with him.

You and the Pogues were at yet another Boneyard party. It seemed like they were endless during the summer: one after the other, mistakes repeating all over again.

You were having fun with Sarah and Kie before you looked over and saw Pope dancing with the girl he was going to go out with later this week. That same jealous sickly feeling came over you and you'd stop interacting with the girls.

Sarah quickly noticed. "What's wrong?"

"Mmm, nothing." You sighed, making Kie furrow her eyebrows. She looked over to where you were looking and connected the dots in her head, Sarah quickly doing the same thing.

"Is it Pope?"

You looked surprised but you knew that they'd eventually figure it out. "Is it that obvious?"

Sarah was empathetic towards you, frowning along with you as Kie looked at you like you were crazy. Sarah rubbed your back comfortingly.

"You know that Pope would leave that girl for you, like two days ago, right?" Kie said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. You glared at her as she shrugged and raised her hands up in defense, "just speaking facts over here."

Sarah sighed. "She's right."

"You don't understand. I don't want to hurt Pope again."

"Then don't." Kie said simply. Kie was never wrong - I mean, would be that hard? But you still didn't want to risk it.

Sarah smiled as an idea popped in her head. "Why don't you go find a cute tourist and have a rebound for the week, maybe that'll help. It might also make him jealous so he'll come running back on his own!"

Kie shrugged, "Not a bad idea at all."

You nodded along with them. But you didn't want to. No one was ever going to measure up to Pope, no matter how hard you tried to find a replacement. "I don't know guys..."

Sarah looked behind you and smiled. "Look behind you! He's literally just your type, now go and talk to him!"

You turned around and saw a guy you found kinda cute. But you still had a bad feeling about this. Sarah pushed you slightly and you sighed and got up, making Kie and Sarah cheer. You rolled your eyes at your immature friends at you walked up to the guy.

He turned and smiled at you.

"Hey, do you want to go get a drink maybe?" You asked, shyly. It's been a few months since you've properly flirted so this was kind of a new experience.

"Sure! I'm Jordan."

You smiled, "I'm Y/N."

Pope turned around to look at where you were and he panicked a bit when he saw you weren't with Sarah and Kie. His eyes gazed through the crowd trying to find the bright pink top you were wearing; he couldn't miss it.

He then found you talking with another guy. He felt his heart drop. He knew that John B and JJ's plan wasn't going to work. Him making you 'jealous' wouldn't work if you didn't actually care but they insisted that you did. But now he knew he was right.

He excused himself from the girl and he started to walk alongside the beach, in thought.

He still liked you even after a year of you breaking up with him. He never truly got over you and now he's sure he never will. He was convinced you were his soulmate but he's not sure he's yours.

As you were dancing with Jordan, the awkward phase had just melted away and you easily could converse and joke around with him. But there was a nagging feeling something was just off.

It wasn't Jordan himself, you started to realize after you took a good look at him. He just wasn't Pope. No one was Pope and no one could ever replace him.

"Hey, do you want me to go freshen up our drinks?" Jordan asked, a smile hanging on his lips. You nodded as you took his.

"Yeah sure, I'll be right back."

As you refilling your cups, you saw Pope walk away from the bonfire and you decided that it wouldn't hurt to go talk to him. Maybe something happened with the girl?

You walked towards Pope, beers in hand. "Hey, you okay?"

He turned around, startled but relaxed once he realized it only you. "Yeah, yeah. Just tired."

You smiled. "We've all heard that before and I don't believe you. What happened?"

He stay silent.

"Did something happen with that... girl?" You tried your best to disguise your jealousy with concern. A friend-type of concern. I mean, that's what you and Pope are, just friends.

He shook his head at the mention of the girl. "No, it's just that..."

Maybe it was the alcohol speaking Pope was just going to rip the band aid off. What was the worst thing that could happen? Nothing could possibly hurt him more.

"Are you dating that guy?"

You were surprised at Pope's questions. Why did he care? Wasn't he dating that other girl? You furrowed your eyebrows; since when did he care for your love life? "I don't know, maybe it dep-"

You were cut off by a scoff. "Really, Y/N?"

"What do you mean, really?"

"Jordan? He's like the biggest asshole ever."

You rolled your eyes. "He's nice to me."

"Doesn't mean he's nice to everyone. Plus he's a Kook and like dickrides Rafe like the rest of 'em."

"I don't care if he's a Kook because I'm not shallow, Pope. He's nice to me and honestly that's all that matters. And why do you care, don't you have that girl?"

"I care because you're my friend... and I care about my friends." It hurt Pope to play it off like they were just friends but it hurt you more hearing it. This argument was supposed to prove that he was jealous and that Sarah's plan had worked.

"Sure." You sighed. "Okay, you're right."

Pope felt like a dick after saying that. You started to walk away before he shouted, "Wait."

You turned around. "You're more than a friend, okay? Is that what you want to hear?"

You paused. "Wait, what? Are you serious?"

He also paused, his eyes widening. Did he read the room wrong? Did he just singlehandedly embarrass himself in front of you?

You felt like you didn't hear him right. He still liked you? "You still like me?"

There was no way he was going to lie himself out of this one. He sighed, putting his hand on the bridge of his nose. "Yeah. I do. I have, for a while now. I never really... got over you."

You felt guilty for feeling a tiniest bit relieved that he had liked you. You've always thought he had gotten over you because of how easily he played it off. Pope was just masking up his real feelings.

"R-Really?"

Pope rolled his eyes. "Yes, I did. I do. I'm just going to keep walking now because I just embarassed myself and I don't wanna make this more awkward."

You shook your head. "I like you too. I haven't.. I never got over you and the only reason I broke up with you was because you needed someone better than me."

Pope was confused, but his heart hurt nonetheless because he made you feel that way. Even if he didn't, you still felt that way. Which was beyond crazy to him because you're the best he could ever get or want. You're his absolute dream girl, how could you feel that way?

He chucked, "You serious right now? There is no one better for me, you're all I want. You're my... my dream girl, Y/N."

Butterflies filled your stomach. "Really?"

He smiled. "Really."

You guys both were silent before a moment. Pope felt like he was on top of the world, he felt brave. He then slowly walked up to you and put a hand on your cheek as you looked up at him.

"Let me prove it to you." He whispered as he leaned in and planted a passionate kiss on your lips. It was slow at first but Pope needed more, fast.

JJ and John B had caught sight of this from the bonfire and gave each other a swift high five. "Another good plan, brotha."

John B nodded. "Pope's really lucky to have such good wingmen."

Sarah and Kie overheard them and rolled their guys. "They wish. They totally got together cus of us."

"Definitely." Sarah nodded.

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cloveswifey · 1 year

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Best-Friends

Parings: Pope heyward x fem!reader

Type: Fluff

Warnings: Fluff, crying, College - Harvard, best-friend trope

Words: 0.4k

In the sunny Outer Banks of North Carolina, there were two best friends named Pope and y/n. The two had grown up together, exploring the beaches, fishing on boats, and watching the stars together. They had always been inseparable, but as they grew older, their feelings for each other began to blossom into something more.

As high school came to an end, the two were faced with the reality that they would soon be leaving for separate colleges. Pope had always been a brilliant student, and he had received early acceptance to Harvard, a dream that he had been working towards for years.

Y/n was thrilled for Pope, but the thought of not having him around everyday was almost unbearable.

One evening, as they sat on the beach watching a sunset, y/n worked up the courage to confess her love for Pope.

"I know we've been best friends forever, Pope, but I have to tell you something. I love you, more than just a friend."

Pope's eyes widened in surprise, but then he smiled. "I love you too, y/n. I have for a long time, but I was afraid to tell you."

The two held each other tight as they watched the sun dip below the horizon. They knew that their time together was short, but they were determined to make the most of it.

Over the summer, they took every opportunity to spend time together, going on romantic walks and picnics, and taking long drives on Pope's boat. Every moment felt precious, but they both knew they had to say goodbye eventually.

On the day they were set to leave for college, they stood on the beach where they had shared so many memories. Tears streamed down y/n's face as she hugged Pope tightly.

"I can't imagine life without you, Pope. But I know you'll do great things at Harvard, and I'll always be here for you."

Pope wiped away y/n's tears and leaned in to kiss her. "I'll miss you more than words can say, y/n. But I promise, we'll make it work. We'll find a way to make this love last."

As the two parted ways and began their journeys into the future, they felt a sense of hope that, no matter where life took them, they would always have each other in their hearts.