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[popeheywa]

my husband

📸: dating pope heyward.

[popeheywa]

on a late tuesday afternoon, you open your bleary eyes to the familiar atmosphere of the chateau. the sun streaks through the shutters, chopped up rays shining over your body sprawled out onto the couch.

the night before comes back in bits and pieces (as it always does), memories of solo cups, weed and keggers filling your mind. it reminds you of why you were here, and not at your house.

there's a tanned forearm slung over your middle, and the brim of a cap nudging your jaw as a warm body stirs against your left side. you look down, blonde tufts of hair tickling your neck as the body shifts up against you.

jj maybank; impulsive thinker, quick to shoot bullets and the biggest teddy bear you know.

he lets out a quiet grumble, tugging you closer as if you had moved away. it evokes a quiet chuckle out of you, and he stirs, a sleepy lopsided grin on his lips.

"mornin', mama," he drawls in his southern accent, and your hand shifts to absentmindedly draw patterns on his muscled back with a tired pointer finger.

"hey, j," you greet back, a smile of admiration on your lips.

"...how long you been up?" he asks after a beat of silence.

"not long," you reply, "long enough to watch you sleep for a bit."

a comfortable silence takes over the room before jj speaks again.

"creepy-ass."

you both break out into dazed giggling, and jj presses a kiss to your exposed collarbone, which is partly covered by your (his) polo.

"surprised you're coherent with how much you drank from the kegger," you chuckle, turning your head to look down at him.

"c'mon, babe. papa j doesn't let alcohol turn him stupid."

"you gotta stop talking about yourself in the third person," you retort, and jj props himself up on an elbow to look down at you with a teasing look.

"don't act like you hate it."

he takes one of his large hands and presses your cheeks together to smush your face, pressing a firm kiss to your lips.

"mm," you playfully hum, pretending to savour the taste, "keg beer."

he scoffs.

"shut up, kid," jj rolls his eyes sassily. "always tryin' to sass me."

he kisses you again, moving the hand smushing your cheeks together to tug you closer by the waist. he smirks gently against your lips when you start kissing back, fingers sliding under the fabric of your shirt.

after about a minute, you gently pull back, moving to straddle his hips as you sit up. your right hand moves to the brim of his hat, and smoothly pries it off of his head, before placing it on your head backwards.

jj smiles up at you, hand coming up to lazily stroke your jaw.

"you're beautiful, mama," he murmurs.

his hand comes to cup your left cheek, his lower three fingers pressing gently into your jaw to tug you down.

"now come back down here 'fore everybody wakes up."

[popeheywa]

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NO BC DID YOU SEE MY MAN WITH GLASSES ?? WITH GLASSES ???

[popeheywa]

hi everyone, this is my intro post!

my name is avi, short for aviana

fandoms

twd, stranger things, cm, obx

i mostly write for:

jj maybank

pope heyward

john b

daryl dixon

eddie munson

steve harrington

jonathan byers

robin buckley

spencer reid

but i am open to writing for other characters, just send your asks!

avi out 🫡🫡