#i watched popee this month how it has evaded me this long i have no idea

[meshimellow]

unjaraka POPEEE ZA CLOWN!

[obxwhore]

The Night It Happened - Chapter One

Summary: It’s been two years since Ariana West, the fifth member of the Pogues vanished out of nowhere. After months of searching, they had no choice but to give up and her disappearance was left a mystery to her family and her best friends. After having the summer of their lives, the four remaining Pogues are met with shock when their missing friend stumbles into John B’s backyard, bloody and bruised. Ariana having no recollection of where she had been, and the group having very little trust with the law enforcement of Outer Banks, they rush to find out what happened to Ariana before it happens again.

Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: Cursing, violence, mentions of kidnapping, mentions and images of abuse.

A/N: Hello! Thank you guys so much for the positive reception I’ve been getting from the prologue. I was really nervous to put my writing out there, so it really means a lot. This is the first official chapter. I’ve written and rewritten it probably around four or five times and I’m pretty happy with the end result. Let me know what you guys think! I’m still trying to figure out where I want to go with the story, but I’ll try to keep updates as consistent as possible.

 Find the prologue here: https://obxwhore.tumblr.com/post/620367150401585152/the-night-it-happened-prologue

Two Years Later; the Winter after the Treasure Hunt.

John B sat in a hammock in front of his house, watching his breath escape his mouth in clouds as it entered the cool air of a North Carolina winter. John B didn’t very much like cold weather, much preferring the feeling of crisp Atlantic waves on a hot summer day. But for some reason, he was content with the icy feeling of this year’s twilight. Perhaps it was because the cold reminded him of emptiness, the feeling that has been stalking him since he and Sarah returned from sea, gold-less. Disappointment flooded his veins every time he looked at a photo of his late father, feeling like a letdown. A failure. Drowning in the idea of what could’ve been. Regardless, the love of his best friends and his girlfriend have kept him afloat. It kept him comfortable.

The voice of his best friend JJ Maybank invaded his ears as he tuned back into the conversation currently being held between the Pogues and Sarah.

“-and when Barry had us all on the side of the road with a gun pointed at us.” JJ said, laughter evading his lips as if the near death experience was the funniest thing to ever happen to him.

“Or when John B literally drove a boat into the middle of a tropical storm.” Pope added.  

“I’m just glad we’re all okay and alive.” John B muttered, not quite in the mood for reminiscing.

“We should go on another adventure,” JJ had a devilish smirk on his face, “I haven’t felt a rush like that since school started back up.”

“Yeah, that’s probably for a good reason.” Kiara added.

“Maybe you should just focus on getting good grades. That should be an adventure all on its own.” John B joked.

“Easy for you to say, high school drop out.” JJ threw back. John B hadn’t actually dropped out, he just opted to take all of his classes online. He couldn’t bear the thought of returning to school, life being just as boring as it was before. So he didn’t. Sarah had bought him a fancy new laptop so that he could get all of his work done and for the most part, he did.

“Think about it guys,” JJ continued, “the Pogues and the Kook, back in action!”

“And what do you suggest we do now? What kind of quest do you see for us, oh wise one?” Pope retorted.

“We could run drugs.” JJ suggested bluntly.

“I think not.” Kiara stated, not amused.

“I don’t think I can afford another ‘quote-on-quote’ adventure. Ever since I was emancipated, Sheriff Shoupe has been up my ass making sure I don’t mess up.” John B added. After the murder charges against John B were dropped, he fought with CPS tooth-and-nail to stay on the island. He got a job at a surf shop and makes just enough money to stay afloat.

Rafe Cameron ended up getting charged with the murder of Sheriff Peterkin and Wade Cameron got charged with the murder of John B’s father, attempted murder on John B, and a few other charges surrounding his involvement with the murder of Peterkin. The trials for the father-and-son duo are still in progress. As a result of Wade’s arrest, no one knows if the gold ever actually made it to Nassau and John B is positive that Wade will never tell him.

“Fine,” JJ huffed, “then I guess I’ll just close my eyes and relive last summer over and over again.”

“I wish Ariana was there to enjoy it with us.” Kiara hadn’t meant to say it out loud, it just slipped. A blanket of solemnness fell over the group as they thought about their missing friend. Sarah looked down, feeling awkward at the mention of the girl that used to be a part of the group. She wished she had been able to get to know Ariana. They had met a few times, but they had never gone past surface level conversation because of the Pogues vs Kooks war. With the way the Pogues talk about her, she was sure they would’ve been great friends.

“I miss her.” JJ added, looking down as if to hide his face from his friends. Everyone agreed with him. Life after Ariana was hollow, but at the same time, they always felt her with them. No matter what they’re doing or how long it’s been, she lives in the back of their heads as a distant memory; a beacon of light when the darkness start to take over. When JJ’s dad unleashes his rage onto him, she is there in his head to tell him that everything is going to be okay. When Pope is thrown around by stray kooks during his grocery runs, she is there in his head to help him fight them off. When Kiara needs someone to talk to, Ari is there to hold her hand and listen to her vent. And finally, when John B is feeling utterly alone, Ariana is there to remind his that he’s not. That’s their friend; not present, but always there.

As the others slowly fluttered back into normal conversation, John B became a victim of his thoughts once again. His mind raced with sporadic images of his lost friend. Flashes of long brown hair, white painted nails, a breathtaking smile. The smell of strawberry shampoo raiding his nostrils as soft arms envelope him in a warm hug. Moments shared between them that he cherished more than anything in the world. His best friend.

A hand creeping onto his own shook him from his thoughts. But as he smiled reassuringly as Sarah, his girlfriend, all he could think about was the smell of strawberries.

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Hours have gone by and the group is getting ready to say their goodbyes. The smell of burning wood is starting to give them headaches and it was getting pretty late, the moon shining bright in the sky now. JJ was staying the night at the Chateau, as he usually did. His dad sat like a stick of dynamite back at the Maybank house with JJ being the match needed to light it. Some nights, the blonde boy just couldn’t handle dealing with that. Pope wanted to stay over as well but ever since the event of summer, his dad had tightened the leash considerably. Kiara had to work early the next morning and Sarah felt like John B needed space.

Pope shot up off the hammock with a stretch, a yawn quickly following his movements. Kiara moved towards the radio softly playing music, reaching to turn it off and retire it back to the porch for the night. Unknown to the group, a girl was sluggishly making her way down John B’s street towards to Chateau. The color of crimson caked her face and body like paint on a canvas, fresh blood mixing with old. Dark bruises were polka dots on her body, shades of purple and brown swirling together to create an explosion of circles and handprints. There was dry dirt covering every inch of her body as if she had rolled in it all day.

When she made it to the front yard, she hugged her arms to her chest as the cold of the air began to really take its toll. A deep exhaustion settled on her leaving her ready to collapse, but she was determined to make it back to her friends. She had made it this far so she couldn’t stop now. She finally stumbled into the groups line of vision.

Kiara was the first one to notice. She let out a sharp, loud gasp as her hand flew to cover her mouth in shock. This brought the attention of everyone else. JJ followed her line of vision and has he reached the end, he paled to the color of paper as if he’d just seen a ghost. One-by-one, Pope, Sarah, and John B turned their heads and were greeted with the sight of their missing friend.

Tangled waist length brown hair cascaded down her shoulders, leaves and twigs stuck throughout. She was wearing a white tank top and baggy black pants, no shoes adorning her bare feet. The blood, dirt, and bruises were a plague to her body. She looked like she had literally crawled out of a cheap grave.

“Holy shit” John B took a step forward. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He and the rest of the Pogues had accepted a long time ago that Ariana was most likely dead. It had never seemed probable that she would ever come back, yet here she is.

“Holy shit!” John B repeated, louder this time, as he started to make his way towards the girl. Tears flowed freely down his face as emotions slammed through him. He thought he had lost his best friend forever, but here she was. He shrugged off his jacket, the frigid air giving him goosebumps, but he could not care less.

Once he reached her, he helped her get the jacket on. She started to become overwhelmed now, tears prickling her eyes as she felt warmth for the first time in two years. Everyone had the same feeling pooling through them at the sight of their friend: dread. The state of her being sent shivers down Kiara’s spine and JJ had to literally cover his mouth to keep down the bile that threatened to make itself known.

“What the fuck, Ari?” John B said, sobs racking his body now as he gently grabbed her hand.

“I’m sorry.” Ariana whispered, breaking her silence.

“You’re sorry?” John B questioned in disbelief. He couldn’t believe that she was apologizing for her own abduction, as if it were her fault.

“I can’t believe you’re here.” Kiara  added, bringing Ariana’s attention to everyone else once again.

As Ariana looked up at the rest of the group, the vivid emptiness swirling through her eyes hit them like a punch to the face. The once bright emerald eyes that gleamed with excitement were now dulled and clouded. The once strong, independent, free-spirited girl was now just a hollow shell of who she used to be. And as all of this dawned upon them, John B, Pope, Kiara, Sarah, and JJ all had one thought in their minds. They were going to find and kill whoever did this to their friend.

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[lyricalimerence]

Coffee Girl & Corpse Boy - Pope Heyward

word count: 1603

summary: coffee shop au with pope because lbr pope doesnt get credit where credit is due. he's a phenomenal character and just because he's not white doesn't make him any less great

warnings: none literally none other than a mention of sex and a mention of dead bodies?

a/n: i had no idea how to end this and it shows

The familiar notes of soft acoustic guitar sprang from the speakers as the working barista poured a shot of espresso into a cup of steamed almond milk, the newly caffeinated mixture warming the paper walls of the coffee cup. She girl working, her baby hairs falling out of her messy bun shaped like a croissant onto her forehead as she poured almond milk foam into the cup, forming a heart on the top of the brown drink. Placing a lid on the top and opening a coffee sleeve, she secured the drink in its picturesque, cozy ideology.

The coffee shop was rather empty, the morning rush of adults heading out to work had long since passed, and the evening rush of college students eager to get out of their dorms and enable their insomnia hadn’t quite arrived yet. So, as the barista wrote Julia on the side of the cup, she was surprised for the chimes above the door to ring, signaling the arrival of a new customer. The person entering the shop looked around slightly confused with a laptop and heavy textbook in hand, the barista guessed he hadn’t been in a coffee shop many times before—or at all. She waved slightly with a small smile, calling the boy’s attention. She quickly placed the cup next to the open laptop of Julia who thanked her politely.

Slipping back behind the counter, she stood at the cash register, looking at the boy who was scanning the menu confusedly. He had to have been around the barista’s age, and she recognized him from school. He was Heyward’s son, a baseball cap advertising his father’s shop sitting atop his black hair. “Ahem,” the boy’s attention was drawn back to her with raised eyebrows, her soft smile causing her to bite into her lower lip, “what can I getcha?”

“Did you know, dead bodies decompose by a process called autolysis which means they digest themselves cell by cell with enzymes?” the Heyward boy blurted out with wide eyes, he didn’t take a breath as he spoke. The barista shook her head, her smile inching up her cheeks into a grin. He noticed she was shorter than him—a lot shorter than him, six inches of height difference at least. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he heard JJ boasting about some girl he had taken to the guest bedroom at the Chateau and their height difference.

He didn’t know why he immediately thought of the girl in front of him in a romantic sense, but he did think she was pretty. Her fingers fiddling with a pen against the counter waiting to take his order had cheap, nickel rings stacked on each finger, and her wrists were decorated with string bracelets and hair ties. An apron was slung around her neck, but he could see the t-shirt she was wearing had a large graphic of Starry Night by Vincent Van Gogh and she had cuffed her sleeves twice so they fell just past her shoulders in a diagonal slant. Over the pocket on her apron that almost covered all of the graphic on her t-shirt clinked together with pins vocalizing her support for Black Lives Matter, the LGBTQ+ community, climate change, feminism, and a few others.

“I didn’t know that.” The barista solidified her movements as she watched the boy scan her over. “So, Heyward, do ya want somethin’?” His eyebrows stitched together at her knowing his last name, so she pointed to her head, making him pat his own until he traced his surname embroidered onto his hat.

“Right, um, medium coffee?” It sounded more like a question. Whether it was his confusion towards the words on the menu above their heads or him being slightly flustered by the barista, he couldn't tell.

“Cool cool…” she mumbled under her breath as she wrote Med Cof. on her notepad. “D’you want, like, black coffee or with milk and sugar?”

“Uh, black coffee is great.” He wiped his empty hand on his shorts.

“Alrighty, Corpse Boy, you got a first name?” She pulled a medium cup off the stack beside her, the pen in her hand ghosting over the white cup.

“Pope.” He said simply, ready to turn around and drown in his studying, he had a scholarship to win after all. Before he could bring himself to evade any more embarrassment, he stopped himself. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” she said with a bright smile. “I’ll get you your coffee in a New York second.” Pope returned her smile for the first time since he walked in, dipping his chin in thanks before turning to find an empty table.

Y/N watched until Pope had settled, making sure he wouldn't see her. Before she filled the cup with coffee from the pot, she picked up her pen, writing a note just under where the sleeve will end up.

When she placed the cup on Pope’s table, he hadn't noticed her coming until he saw the dark gray cuffs of her jeans and the tattered burgundy Converse laced over around the tops of her high-tops in bows out of his peripherals. “You study forensic science? I should've guessed.”

She had been working at the coffee shop for almost nine months, having turned sixteen just after their sophomore year started, but working at a coffee place seemed a little more normal than studying to be a coroner. However, it intrigued her how Pope was paving his own path, far away from his father’s legacy. She knew Heyward from him occasionally delivering ingredients from the dock extending into the marsh from behind the kitchen.

Pope looked up at the girl, he couldn't tell if her seemingly permanent smile was just a retail smile or it was a side effect of him. He entertained the thought that it was the latter. “Thank you, Y/N.”

She hummed in response before twisting on her heel to clean tables that had emptied of occupants. As she sprayed the cleaner and wiped the tables clean, Pope caught the edge of her handwriting on his coffee cup. He spun it in his hand and read what she wrote on the side.

I don’t know much about dead bodies, but I do know about coffee. Did you know that coffee was discovered by a goat hoarder in Ethiopia in the 1500s? God bless his soul.

Pope looked up at Y/N across the room, who was now bobbing her head to the music as she wiped tables down. Just as he lifted the coffee cup to his lips, she turned around to see the boy splutter at the bitter taste that filled his mouth.

His brown eyes widened as he swallowed his coffee harshly. He hid his cheeks blushing behind the cup as Y/N walked across the coffee shop. “You okay?”

“Yup.” Pope put the cup back down and readjusted his hat. He could almost hear the relentless teasing from John B. and JJ that he would be getting if they were there. “Um, could I actually get some milk and sugar in this.”

With a laugh, Y/N nodded and brought his cup back behind the counter, filling the space left in the cup by the overexcited gulp Pope had taken with milk. After stirring in a measured amount of sugar and placing the lid back on, she brought the cup back to Pope.

“Thanks, that was a little bitter.” He watched as Y/N glanced around for any people she might need to help or serve. After she decided that she would be okay, she slid the chair opposite to Pope out from under the table and sat down.

“Y'know, my mom drinks coffee black, and she says it's ‘cause she's already sweet enough, but I don't drink coffee straight I put milk and sugar in it, so I say it's because black coffee is so bitter it causes me to match my personality to the taste.” She said, tapping her fingers against the table as she smiled. Pope still was having trouble deciding whether her smile was fake or real.

Her smile was real, and every Friday after that one, leading up to Pope’s interview, he returned to that coffee shop. He never got plain coffee again, and he made it his mission to learn new trivia facts to tell her at the counter. He never got tired of reading Y/N’s coffee facts she wrote on the side of his cup, and she never got tired of writing them.

Y/N started hanging out with Pope outside of her work and his studying. She noticed that the face of concentration he has when he’s studying translates to when he debates with his friends and him and JJ Maybank, the infamous JJ Maybank, have one of the most adorable bromances she’s ever seen. (Although, she almost lost her favorite customer with that comment.)

Pope noticed that whenever Y/N is on the water or surfing, she has the same serene expression gracing her face as she does when her shoulders slightly shimmy to the coffee shop acoustics. He was over the moon when the Pogues accepted her into the group, not that he was particularly worried about it. If John B. could have Sarah, he should be able to have Y/N.

On the third Friday in a row, Y/N scribbled her phone number underneath The world's most expensive coffee can cost more than $600 a pound. And on the ninth Friday, she asked him on a date, writing the question underneath Finland consumes the most coffee in the world.

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