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ruewrote · 11 months ago
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𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒.
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PAIRING: pope heyward x gn!reader WARNINGS: none GENRE: fluff SONG INSPIRATION: shell suite by chad valley WORD COUNT: 248
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it wasn't a lie that you were broke. so were the rest of the pogues. in your opinion as much as it was shitty it made you appreciate life a lot more than a wad of cash.
money couldn’t buy those morning surfs or just simply soaking up each other's company.
so the pogues always appreciated the little things. you especially, pope found that out as he listened to you the most, hanging onto every single word you spoke as you excitedly walked beside him, happily swinging your intertwined hands.
it started out with him finding the prettiest stones and seashells to give to you.
each time you were a little more amazed at the little trinkets he’d conjure up.
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bonus:
it was no lie you and pope were the most introverted out of the group, that's probably what made you click so easily.
so when you weren’t digging up gold or annoying the kooks, the two of you were found in the hammock outside of the chateau with you reading to him. rocking backing and forth normally led to you both falling asleep on each other.
your head laid on his chest, one of his arms wrapped around your waist and one behind his head with your legs tangled together.
as you can tell it didn't take the two of you long to get together just by this. everyone became blind to the no pogue on pogue macking rule when it came down to you two.
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eternalslover · 2 years ago
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What do you guys like to read most? I just wanna know, personally I like headcanons more than anything
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vainvenus · 10 months ago
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⌲;꒰ Pretty please!! ꒱
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Characters :: John "B" Routledge, JJ Maybank, Pope Heyward, Rafe Cameron.
Synopsis :: You ask your boyfriend to do a simple task for you just to see if he will.
Includings :: Short drabbles, established relationships, acts of service, nicknames, just lots of fluff, maybe ooc Rafe
An :: Just because I think this trend is adorable
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« J. Routledge »
"JB, can you pick out the pomegranate seeds for me? I don't like how sticky it is."
John B glanced back over at you as he stated at the Pomegranate and his lips press together in a thin line.
"Why didn't you get it in the cups? Where it's already all seeds?" He asks and you shrug, still holding the fruit out.
"It's sweeter this way. Please?"
He doesn't want to do it, not because he just doesn't want to; but because he doesn't really know how to peel a pomegranate.
But he nods with a smile as he grabs it from you and moves to grab the cutting board. "Of course, baby."
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« J. Maybank »
"JJ can you pretty please with cherries on top peel this orange for me?"
JJ chuckles a bit as he raises his brows in slight amusement, tilting his head towards you.
"What? Can't peel it on your own?"
He snickers, sort of making fun of you and you just shrug, holding it out to him again and he rolls his eyes playfully as he takes it from you.
He digs his nails into the skin of the fruit as he peels it back. He's a bit messy with it, but he gets the job done.
He takes one of the slices, popping it into his mouth and hands you the rest.
"There. Is there anything else of yours that I can peel off?"
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« P. Heyward »
"Pope! Tie my shoe, please."
"Of course." Pope hums and stops right in his tracks, he doesn't even question it or give you a confused look.
He gets down on his knees, patting one for you to place your shoe on his knee and he brings your hand to his shoulder to use as leverage.
He smiles as he ties your shoe, a simple task that he knows you could have done yourself but he doesn't mind doing it for you.
He taps your other shoe so both of them are tied the same and have less of a chance of untying without you even having to say anything.
He finished both shoes and dusts off his knees as he grabs your hand, entwining it with his and he places a kiss on your temple.
"There. Anything else you need?"
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« R. Cameron »
"Rafee! Can you reapply my lipgloss?"
Rafe looks over at you, not quite hearing you the first time so he walks over to you, leaning his golf club against the golf cart where your seated.
"What was that, princess?" He hums when he finally got close enough and you hold out your [f/color] lipgloss tube.
"I asked if you could reapply my lipgloss for me."
He's amused and a bit astonished at your request because it's so simple for you to do it yourself. He even narrows his gaze at you a little bit and you only smile.
"Are you fucking with me?"
"So is that a no?"
He inhales deeply and sighs, grabbing it from you. "Fine."
Rafe grabs your face softly to tilt your head up as you pucker your lips at him and he applies the lipgloss to your top and bottom lip in a fresh glossy coat.
"There. All better now?"
You nod, smiling and he can't help but smile back as he places a kiss on your lips and you groan that he messed it up.
He only shrugs and leans back in for another.
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tinythebunni · 2 months ago
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pope with bitchy!kook princess reader!
( heavily inspired by @rafesangelita and @princessbrunette )
dedicated 2 my new mutual @jesuistrestriste !!
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Pope had no idea why you’d want to be with him. the years of girls pining over JJ and John B made his confidence falter. He didn’t believe himself to be attractive, let alone cute enough to even look good enough next to you. But you always shut him up with a kiss to prove him wrong.
you guys were opposites and he loved that! he liked being the person to balance you out and vice versa. you would speak up for him whenever he couldn’t and he could calm you down when you felt like killing everyone!
you guys met in season 3 during some party you were throwing. he wasn’t supposed to be there but JJ dragged him with him to see if he could find any new “links”. Pope grimaced at that but went nonetheless.
you were in the kitchen arguing with some cunt of a boyfriend your best friend had. you caught him trying to get her to drink something she clearly didn’t want. Pope overheard your yell and went to see what was going on.
as soon as he caught a glimpse of you he was mesmerized. he zoned out most of your conversation with the boy but he regained focus when you made eye contact with him. you held your hand up to shut up your friends boyfriend so you could talk to Pope. but he shoved you and your hand away. you stumbled, to which Pope rushed to catch you. he lifted you to sit on a counter before stepping in front of you.
“maybe we should chill out.” he said, his eyes showing aggravation and slight fear.
truth be told, Pope didn’t know what he was doing. he didn’t wanna fight this guy. but he was making it really hard to keep it that way.
“Fuck off pogue, you and your fucking friend can go back to where you-“ and before he could even finish you were up and slamming his head into a counter.
Pope backed up, eyes wide and mouth agape. when you turned around you looked murderous, to which he only put his hands up in surrender.
you giggled, a hand covering your mouth because he was so cute! Pope’s mind went hazy. you were laughing. you were laughing at him. he felt pathetic but he loved how your laugh sounded.
“you’re cute! are you new on the island? i’ve never seen you before? and i would remember a face like yours.” you giggle, the look in your eyes flustering him.
he turns around, looking for who you could be talking to. “m-me?” he whispers. oh god this is so embarrassing. why does he sound like this right now? espcially in front of the prettiest girl on the island.
“duh silly!” you introduce yourself to him, raising an eyebrow for his name.
“Pope. Pope Heyward! my dad owns a shop on the cut.”
“ohhhh. i might have to come see you then.” you say in the sultry voice you always had.
he loved how you were speaking to him right now. he nodded a few times, a bit dramatically. you laugh once more, pecking his cheek before walking out the kitchen, turning around to smile at him before you reach your friends.
Pope stays in a slight daze before the guy who’s head you smashed in starts groaning. he rolls his eyes and walks to go find JJ, he needs some girl advice. ASAP.
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the next time he saw you was on the beach when you were arguing with a pogue Pope happened to be partners with on an assignment. you thought he was such a fucking dunce, it was unbelievable. you looked ready to kill him, so Pope thought this was a good moment to walk over to you and talk to you again.
as he got closer he heard you say something that had his eyes bulging out his head and his pace quickening. “are you fucking dumb or is your head only good for blowjobs and getting your shit rocked?” you said as the boys face turned red.
“she doesn’t mean that, i’m so sorry.” pope said as he finally reached you.
“yes the fuck i do! who are you to even-“ you stopped as you turned to face him, your glare turning into a smile.
Pope noticed the boy walk away with a huff but his attention was fully on you.
“hai handsome! missed me again?” you asked as you rested a hand on his chest, getting closer as if to test the waters.
Pope was a little more confident now, seeing how you obviously wanted him (as JJ claims).
“and if i did?” he asked, watching your brown skin flush with his comment. he loved how you looked right now.
regaining your confidence, you cleared your throat and threw your hair over you shoulders. he watched as your skin shimmered in the sun, as if the gods wanted to sprinkle you in glitter.
“then i might have to admit that i did too.” you whispered, tits basically pressed up on his chest, noses almost touching.
he stared at you for a second before you laughed, tilting your head back as if the funniest thing in the world was him being speechless.
“Can i get your number honey? you’re just too cute to pass up. and you’re definitely worth my time.” you bit your lip, glancing up at him through your lashes. you were a tall girl but he was taller, and it made you so wet.
“yea yea of course!” he stumbled over his words as he shuffled to get his phone out his pocket, dropping it in the sand before reaching to pick it up.
he exchanged information with you, begging in his mind that this wasn’t some game you were playing.
“well i guess I’ll be calling you later Pope. don’t miss your chance by having your ringer off. I don’t chase.” walking backwards and smiling at him. his mouth agape and head nodding as if he was a bobble head in some vintage shop.
he thanked high heavens for whatever he did to deserve that encounter.
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stvolanis · 10 months ago
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Rafe Cameron would definitely call your breasts “tits”
JJ Maybank would call them some stupid shit like "melons”, or “jugs”, but more commonly, “boobs”.
John B is a simple man. He’d probably refer to them as “his girls”.
Pope Heyward would just call them breasts, but when he’s influenced by JJ, he’d call them milkers.
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cassidyandonlycassidy · 8 months ago
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my pretty girl
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words: 1.9k
warnings: 18+ only, smut, p in v sex, protected sex, tit play, established relationship, fluffy
“you coming fishing?” jj asks pope, slapping him on the shoulder, not even waiting for an answer before he begins pulling him along.
“baby-” pope looks to you, and you quickly fix your face, a smile spreading over your features. 
“go ahead.” you encourage him. “ive got some cleaning to do around the house anyways.” you shrug.
pope frowns. you should have known better than to attempt to hide your emotions from him, he sees so easily through you. “sorry, jay.” he steps out of his friends hold. “im staying home with y/n.”
jj sighs dramatically, tipping his head back. “fine!” he leaves the patio, grumbling something about all of his friends having girlfriends and leaving him behind.
“you can go, i don't mind.” you say softly as pope sits down on the sofa next to you.
“nope.” he shakes his head. “need some alone time with my pretty girl.” 
you feel your cheeks heat up as he pulls you into his side, kisses being pressed against your head. despite dating for almost a year now, pope never fails to make you blush.
“i missed you.” you coo out, snuggling into his chest.
“yeah?” he smirks down at you. “even though it was literally less than 24 hours since i saw you last?”
“ugh, still too long.” you roll your eyes, even though you're happy pope got to spend some time with his friends, a boys night only at the chalet.
“so what cleaning do you have to do? i can help.”
“baby, i was just making something up so you wouldn't feel bad.” you giggle. “i mean, i do have laundry to put away but…”
“but you'd rather do something else?” pope questions.
“mhm…” you stand up slowly, hand squeezing around popes as you pull him inside, walking him towards your room.
“so this is what you meant by missing me?” pope laughs, shutting and locking the door behind you even though no one is home.
“hey.” you pout. “i missed you and i missed you.”
“aw, babygirl.” pope laughs gently, cupping your cheeks and pulling you into a kiss. you're instantly lost in his lips, not even realizing that pope had moved you further into the room until he's laying you down onto your bed.
“pope…” you whisper. “please.”
“i got you, baby.” he keeps his voice soft and soothing as he kisses you again, allowing you to focus on the kiss as his hands trail over your body, running his fingertips down your arms and cupping your waist, anything to touch you.
“will you-” you begin before suddenly feeling shy when pope looks down at you.
“will i what?” a smile spreads across his face. he loves when you ask him specifically for what you want, instead of just letting him take the lead and do whatever he pleases, having to guess what feels best for you.
“um…” you cover your face with your hands, only getting the confidence to say anything when you don't have to look pope in the eye. “play with my chest.”
you can't get the actual words out. breasts, boobs, tits, whatever you want to call them, and you have to settle for chest as it's the least embarrassing.
“hell yeah.” pope let's his excitement slip before calming himself, knowing how much his energy effects you.
popes large hands cup over your chest, rubbing at your breasts through your tank top and bra. pope kisses you again, but keeps them light so you can really pay attention to his palms rubbing against your nipples.
“can i take this off?” pope asks, hands moving down your stomach and disappearing underneath the hem of your shirt.
“yeah.” you nod, sitting up to allow him to pull the fabric away, leaving you in just a bra. pope has seen you naked many times before, but every time feels new and intimate with how gentle and caring he is.
“my pretty girl.” he coos out, warm brown eyes looking into yours.
pope reaches behind your back and unclips your bra after struggling with the clasp for a second, but he doesn't instantly pull it away.
he starts with the straps, slowly guiding them down your shoulders as his mouth follows with kisses, spreading goosebumps along your arms.
“pope.” you whimper out, a plea for more.
“mhm.” he hums, understanding what you're asking for as he pulls the cups down, revealing your already hard nipples.
he doesn't even wait to get your bra all the way off before his mouth latches onto your skin, tongue briefly flicking over your nipple before his plush lips wrap around the bud with a soft suck.
your hands come to his curly hair, scrunching it between your fingers as he plays with your chest using his mouth, switching back and forth to give each side equal attention.
“does that feel good?” he asks, a smile on his face. it's a rhetorical question, if the moans didn't tell him, then the blissed out look on your face would.
pope goes back to sucking on your nipple, one of his hands cupping your other breast, thumb swiping over your nipple as his other hand skirts down your stomach.
you feel your breath suck in before you even realize as he passes over the button on your shorts and delves right between your legs, cupping your pussy through the fabric.
“oh, god!” you squeal out. “pope!”
you can feel his smile against your chest as he rubs his fingers into you, pushing your already wet underwear against your cunt, focusing in on where he knows your clit is, having memorized your entire body from head to toe.
“i need you.” you whine. “come on, please.”
pope looks up at you, his gaze heated as his hand continues to rub against your core. “need me where?”
“need you…” you whisper out. “need you to fuck me.”
“that's my girl.” pope leans in and gives you a kiss. he always tries to encourage you when you manage to use your words.
pope moves so he's kneeling between your spread thighs. the first thing he does is rip his shirt off, and you ignore the urge to reach up and rub your hands against his defined muscles.
“my handsome boy.” you smile up at him, love so evident in your eyes, echoing the words he always says to you.
“love you.” pope knows his cock is straining against his shorts, and you are beyond desperate for him, but he still pauses to lean down and give you yet another kiss.
“love you too.” you coo back. it hasn't been all that long since you've made that declaration to each other, so the words still feel exciting every time they're said.
popes hands focus in on the zipper and buttons of your shorts, quickly undoing them to slide the jeans off your legs as he tosses them away. 
you smile shyly as he begins to focus on getting himself the rest of the way undressed as you slip your underwear off and let them fall off the bed as you splay out.
“look at you.” pope coos, making sure to get the condom out of his pocket. despite you being on birth control, you're always extra cautious, way too young and responsible to get pregnant.
“come on.” you giggle, impatient, as he takes the condom and rips the foil, spreading the rubber over his length.
“kay, ready.” pope gets himself into position, holding himself up over top of you as he lines his cock up with your entrance.
you take a deep breath to relax your body as he pushes inside, making sure to go extra slow to allow you to adjust.
“f-fuck.” you whine, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pulling him further into you as popes hips press all the way forward, cock buried inside of you.
“give me a minute.” you hum, shifting your hips from side to side. pope distracts himself with kissing along your jaw and neck until you give him a nod, a signal that it's alright to move.
“feel so good baby.” pope groans out, keeping his thrusts slow and steady at first.
“mmm.” you hum out, unable to actually form words in response.
popes back arches as he ducks his head to wrap his mouth around your nipple again, sucking as his hips slowly increase in pace.
you moan out, arms pressing him closer into your chest, encouragement to continue as he pumps into you, knowing neither of you can last that long.
“so warm and wet for me baby.” pope praises you, switching to the other side of your chest as the wet squelching sound spreads over the room with every movement of his cock.
“only for you.” you smile softly, glad when pope lifts his head to press a kiss against your lips. 
“love you, love you, love you.” pope says, forever the soft and sweet boyfriend that you fell so deeply for.
“cum for me.” he urges you, shifting his weight to one arm to allow his other hand to drop, rubbing circles over your clit.
“oh my god!” you squeal out, head tilting back, pressing into the pillow as his fingertips work against your bud, having figured out just what you like and what touches get you there fastest.
“fuck, can feel you clenching around me.” pope gasps, hips moving faster, fucking into you with a fury that you know means he's going to cum soon.
“i-i-” you try to warn pope, but the words dissolve into moans as your orgasm hits you, high washing over your body as your legs shake, the tightening of your pussy causing pope to cum as well, pushing his hips forward to cum as deeply inside of you as possible, even if he is sheathed with a condom.
“fuck! baby!” pope shouts out, a few final thrusts before he pulls out, collapsing against the bed next to you.
“oh my god.” you giggle, legs snapping closed to cover the mess between your thighs as your hands come to your face, hiding your bright red cheeks from pope.
“you're so cute.” pope kisses over top of your hands before standing up and heading to the bathroom to discard his condom, coming back with a warm wet washcloth.
you keep your face covered as he cleans you up, always feeling a little shy right after sex.
“hey.” pope pokes you.
you put your hands down, a soft smile on your face as he hands you your clothes to put back on. despite knowing no one will be home for many more hours, you don't like to risk getting caught by hanging around naked.
you both get dressed quickly before you wrap your arms around popes shoulders, tucking your head into his neck.
“thank you.” you whisper. “that was really, really, really, good.”
“always happy to help.” pope laughs, reaching down to pick you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you through the house, back towards the patio to continue relaxing.
“ah, so that's why you didn't go fishing.”
“jj!” you squeal, jumping out of popes arms.
“what? john b was busy with sarah so i came back here. y'all are loud by the way.” jj shrugs.
“dude, im going to kill you.” pope says, rushing after jj as your laughter spreads throughout the backyard, watching your boyfriend chase his friend through the grass.
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4vanaa · 15 hours ago
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—PILOT “Family Dinner (Or Whatever This Is)” outer banks modern family au
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[It’s family dinner night at Pope and Cleo’s house—an attempt at a civilized gathering that, predictably, turns into an absolute disaster before it even starts. Each family is scrambling to get ready, kids are causing havoc, and in classic Modern Family fashion, the confessionals, give us an inside look at just how unhinged this crew really is.]
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[LO: CAMERON HOUSEHOLD]
The camera cuts to Rafe standing in the living room, staring at a screaming Poppy (3), who has decided she doesn’t want to wear clothes. Milo (10) is sitting on the couch, fully dressed but casually eating a Pop-Tart, while Ava (15) is still upstairs, refusing to come down.
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CONFESSIONAL Rafe & You
YOU: deadpan “We’re supposed to leave in five minutes.”
RAFE: chuckling, gesturing to the mess behind him “Yeah… that’s not happening.”
YOU: “Ava won’t come downstairs, Poppy is running around naked, and Milo—” glares off-camera“—MILO, STOP FEEDING THE DOG CHIPS.”
RAFE: shrugs “At least the dog’s eating.”
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—Cut to Ava upstairs, dramatically lying on her bed, scrolling on her phone.
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CONFESSIONAL Ava
AVA: “I don’t even know why we have these family dinners. Every time, someone storms out, someone cries, and last time Uncle JJ almost set the backyard on fire.” pause “It was kind of iconic, though.”
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—Smash cut to Rafe yelling up the stairs, “AVA, GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE OR YOU’RE GROUNDED.”
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CONFESSIONAL Poppy
POPPY: grinning, wearing fairy wings and no pants “Daddy said a bad word.”
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[LO: MAYBANK HOUSEHOLD]
The Maybank house is too calm, which is a bad sign. Jax (7) is fully dressed but covered in dirt, while Maya (12) is filming a TikTok dance in the kitchen. Kai (16), still shirtless, is texting someone suspiciously while JJ is making nachos instead of getting dressed.
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CONFESSIONAL Kiara & JJ
KIARA: “JJ doesn’t understand the concept of—” hand quotes “— getting ready.”
JJ: mouth full of nachos “That’s because dinner is at seven, and it is currently—” checks phone “—not seven.”
KIARA: death glare
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Meanwhile, Jax is whispering something to Milo(who is FaceTiming him), clearly planning some kind of mischief.
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CONFESSIONAL Jax & Maya
JAX: grinning mischievously “Milo and I are bringing stink bombs.”
MAYA: rolling her eyes “This is why we’re never invited anywhere nice.”
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—Cut to Kiara snatching JJ’s nachos, forcing him upstairs. Kai is still standing there, texting, when Kiara calls him out—
KIARA: “Kai. Shirt. Now.”
KAI: grinning “Ava likes this one.”
JJ: (off-screen): “Damn right she does—OW! KIE!”
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[LO: ROUTLEDGE HOUSEHOLD]
Sarah is running around, trying to wrangle Lily (9) & Bennett (4) into their shoes, while Carter (14) is sitting on the counter, eating chips, and doing absolutely nothing to help. John B is... well, he’s looking for his shoes.
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CONFESSIONAL John B & Sarah
SARAH: exasperated “We’re late every. Single. Time.”
JOHN B: defensive “Okay, but, like, time is a social construct.”
SARAH: “Tell that to Cleo when we show up forty-five minutes late and she glares at us until we die.”
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—Smash cut to Carter smirking.
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CONFESSIONAL Carter
CARTER: “Mom and Dad are always late. I don’t even try to get ready until at least ten minutes after they freak out. At this point, it’s a science.”
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[LO: HEYWARD HOUSEHOLD]
Pope and Cleo are setting up dinner, the only responsible people in the entire family. Zara (13) is helping, while Jude (8) is sneakily trying to set up a booby trap near the front door.
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CONFESSIONAL Pope & Cleo
POPE: stressed “This is a simple dinner. Why is that impossible?”
CLEO: deadpan “Because we’re related to crazy people.”
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The doorbell rings. It’s Topper, who has arrived early with Finn (15) & Ruby (6).
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CONFESSIONAL Topper
TOPPER: smug “I don’t know why it’s so hard for everyone to be on time. My family runs like a well-oiled machine.”
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—Cut to Ruby throwing a juice box at Finn’s head while he scrolls through his phone, completely unfazed.
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༝ Your family shows up fifteen minutes late, and Poppy is still wearing fairy wings (but now has pants).
༝ JJ & Kiara’s kids immediately run off with Jax’s stink bombs.
༝ John B & Sarah arrive last(again), and Cleo just glares at them.
༝ Ruby and Bennett start a war over the last dinner roll.
༝ Ava & Kai are flirting, which makes Rafe visibly twitch.
༝ Jude’s booby trap actually works, and Topper gets hit with a bucket of water.
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CONFESSIONAL Pope
POPE: staring blankly at the camera, wine glass in hand “I hate them all.”
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CONFESSIONAL JJ & Rafe
JJ: “See, this is why we don’t try to be responsible.”
RAFE: “You don’t try because you’re lazy.”
JJ: grinning “And yet, here we are. Surviving. Thriving. Watching Topper get hit with a bucket.”
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—Cut to Topper still dripping wet, cursing under his breath as Ruby and Bennett cackle.
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CONFESSIONAL Poppy & Bennett
POPPY: whispers “Uncle Barry said this family is crazy.”
BENNETT: nodding seriously “Uncle Barry is right.”
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—Smash cut to Barry arriving fashionably late with a six-pack of beer and a bag of chips, looking at the disaster in front of him.
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CONFESSIONAL Barry
BARRY: grinning “Yeah, this is exactly why I don’t have kids.”
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stxrslutrestored · 27 days ago
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THE FIRST TIME
pairing; pope heyward x precious!reader
summary; you and pope have been waiting for the perfect moment to have sex, and here it is. you’re in for the most amazing, beautiful, intimate night of your life
content; loss of virginity (on both sides), slight pain
authors note; I love this soooo much. was so fun to write too!
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you and pope have been together for a couple of months. right at the start of your relationship, you’d agreed to take it slow, both of you quickly admitting to your inexperience. 
tonight, everything is perfect, and it’s finally time to take that step. you both make sure to do everything right. you purchase protection, you get dressed up, you go out for dinner.
you’re both giddy on the way home, this might be the most exciting night of your lift. when you get home you both practically tumble inside, tripping over each other on your way through the empty house and up to his bedroom. 
pope pushes the door open to reveal a tidied up room, bed made neatly and scattered with rose petals. so romantic. 
suddenly it goes a little quieter and you both make eye contact with each other. “are you ready?” pope asks, doing his best to keep a serious look on his face, but he can barely suppress the grin that wants to burst out. 
you nod, not making any effort to stop your expression. “yeah,” your hand comes up to touch his chest, “so ready.” 
he smiles now, before leaning down to kiss you. it’s a deep, sensual, passionate kiss. god, you love this boy. his hands come to wrap around your hips, almost naturally as you both begin to walk to the bed. 
when you get there pope’s hand comes up to gently take the strap of your dress, meaning to take it off, he looks down at you with such loving eyes, “is this okay?” 
you nod, “yeah, s’okay.” you tell him, and as he slides your dress down you begin to unbutton his shirt. 
in seconds you’re both topless. you’ve seen him this way, but he hasn’t seen you. his gaze falls to your boobs where they sit, without thinking, his hand nearly comes up to touch one but he stops himself, not wanting to be forward. you giggle affectionately, “it’s okay… try touching.” 
he cups it gently to start with and you shiver. you haven’t ever had anyone touch your boobs before, it’s a new feeling. your nipples naturally perk up at the sensation as he starts to move his hand gently, squeezing ever so slightly. 
pope grins nervously, “do you wanna… try touching too?” he asks, eyes falling down to his pants, yours follow. you hesitate for a moment, but nod. 
slowly and steadily your hands go down to his pants, gently you unzip his fly and then tentatively you pull his boxers down to reveal his dick. 
he’s already somewhat hard. it’s big, even with your little experience you can tell that, you feel a wave of nerves. 
pope looks down, “what do you think?” he asks, not really knowing what else to say. “I mean.. not… is it—“
“good.” you tell him, “looks… big.” you murmur, providing the validation that any boy would be happy to hear. “can I touch it?” 
he nods and so you go ahead, gently wrapping a hand around it like you’d heard about. you start to move, pumping, you think. “am I doing it right?” you question. 
he shakes his head, “I don’t know.” he tells you, “but it feels good… don’t stop.” 
after a little bit of that, foreplay you think, both of you decide to move to the bed. a little awkwardly, you both crawl onto it. 
you lay underneath and pope comes to hold himself over you, “so…” he says, “I’m definitely ready.” he tells you, referring to how his dick is now painfully hard. “are you ready?” 
you nod. once again, minimal knowledge, but you know you’re wet. well, you know because it’s dripping. 
pope inhales nervously and then pushes in. the slow movement creates a stretching feeling that makes a tear slip down your face, it hurts. 
pope might be feeling the best feeling he ever has, such a tight squeeze around such a sensitive area, it makes him feel so good. far better than any rushed masturbation session deposited into a sock that he had indulged in throughout his life since puberty. 
both of you whimper, once he’s completely in, you look up to him, “wait… just… need a moment.” you tell him, “it hurts a bit.” 
he immediately stops, looking down with concern. “did I do it too fast?” he asks, worried that he’d got caught up in his own moment and hurt you. 
you shake your head, “no… just.. it’s new.” you tell him, and after waiting a few seconds for the mild sting to settle, you nod. “okay… I’m ready. keep going.” 
he starts to move, it’s tentative, you can tell, but other than that you really don’t know what his objective skill is like. not that you care, all that you care about is that after a couple of minutes, it starts to feel good. 
you start to moan, “oh.. pope… it’s good.” you throw your head back. your hips start to buck up a tiny bit, meeting his as he thrusts with a little more confidence. 
it takes a few minutes, maybe longer than it should, due to both of your lack of knowledge on what works. but it does happen. 
you both get there, and it’s a moment of great bliss. the most overwhelming feeling you’ve ever had, amazing, intense pleasure. god! no, pope.
you couldn’t imagine it ever being different to this. this amazing moment, this intimacy, this love, this connection. now it just feels as though you and pope are together on the biggest scale possible, you’re bonded now, it’s perfect.
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greengoblinswifey · 3 months ago
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I need more Pope Heyward smut pls
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summary— after a surf-off with Pope, you find yourself drawn to him in ways you didn’t expect. you invite him back to your place, where a shared shower leads to an intimate connection.
warnings— sub!pope then kinda dom!pope, dom!reader, oral, face sitting, hand job, praise kink, mentions of good boy, squirting, unprotected sex.
a/n— sorry for taking so long to answer this, i’ll be faster next time!
The sun was high, casting golden light across the waves as you stood at the edge of the surf, surrounded by kooks and pogues. You couldn’t help but steal glances at Pope as he paddled out, his focus intent on the waves. When he caught you watching, he flashed a quick smile that sent a small thrill through you.
He wiped out on a wave just as some of the kooks, including Ruthie, burst out laughing. “Heyward, you should stick to your side of the island!” she jeered. They were enjoying themselves a little too much, but before you knew it, you stepped forward and spoke up, voice steady. “Enough, he’s doing great.”
The laughter faded, and they threw you surprised looks before shrugging it off and talking amongst themselves. When they turned to leave for Topper’s place, you stayed behind, waiting for Pope as he wrung out his shirt, breathless from the surf.
“You’re not going to Topper’s?” he asked, an almost hopeful edge to his voice.
“Nah. Thought I’d skip it,” you replied with a shrug. You hesitated, then added, “I have some beers back at mine if you want to join me. And there’s a movie theatre downstairs if you wanna watch a movie later.”
He cleared his throat, eyes widening just a bit. “Uh, yeah, I’d like that. Thanks.”
At your place, you two settled onto the large back porch with beers in hand, the conversation flowing as naturally as the tide. You laughed over each other’s stories, and the sun had just begun to dip below the horizon, casting the island in warm amber.
“Thanks for sticking up for me,” Pope murmured, his eyes softening as he looked at you.
You shrugged, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. “Someone had to. They don’t know you like I do.”
Your hand brushed his, and the light, easy laughter between you stilled, replaced by a heavy silence. You watched him, heart racing as his gaze dipped to your lips. “I- I don’t usually end up here,” he admitted, almost in a whisper.
You smirked, feeling bolder than ever. “Maybe you should.”
Without another word, he closed the distance between you, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was gentle and intense all at once. You melted into each other’s arms, the sound of the waves a soft backdrop to the moment you’d both been waiting for.
You broke the kiss, breathless, and flashed him a mischievous grin. Leaning down, you started kissing along his neck, feeling him tense under you. Each time you shifted, his quiet moans escaped, his voice soft but full of need. You couldn't help but smile against his skin, murmuring, “You make such pretty sounds, you know that?”
His cheeks flushed, and he looked up at you, completely caught in the moment. Taking his hand, you led him through the house and upstairs to the bathroom connected to your room. In the bathroom, you turned to face him, feeling the warmth between you grow. With a gentle pull, you stepped back toward the shower, turning on the water and letting the steam fill the room.
As you let the water wash over you, he joined you, eyes full of awe. He was practically speechless, captivated by the sight of you in the soft light and steam, naked in front of him.
As you turned to face him, you noticed his breath hitching and his cheeks flushed. Smiling, you grabbed the soap, lathering it up in your hands before gliding them over his chest, feeling each tense muscle beneath your fingers. He let out a gasp as you moved lower, his breaths growing shallow, trying to stifle the soft moans slipping past his lips.
He stuttered, eyes meeting yours with a mix of need and hesitation. “Can- can I touch you?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper. You leaned close, murmuring seductively in his ear, “Only if you cum for me like a good boy.” You continued the teasing motion, moving your hands up and down on his rock hard cock, drawing out each gasp until his voice broke in a quiet plea. When he asked for permission, you nodded, feeling the weight of the moment settle between you as he surrendered completely.
Afterward, he reached for you, fingers trembling slightly as he trailed kisses along your neck, his hands moving with a gentleness that was all his own. Taking the soap, he carefully lathered your shoulders, moving down slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. When the shower ended, you both stepped out and wrapped in towels, drying each other off with soft, lingering touches.
You led Pope into your room, glancing back with a teasing smile. His gaze was soft yet filled with anticipation, and you could feel the electricity between you. He stepped closer, reaching out to gently pull you into his arms, his touch careful and almost reverent.
“You’re so so beautiful,” he whispered, almost in awe, and you felt warmth spread through you at the tenderness in his voice.
Leaning up, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, letting it linger as his arms tightened around you. When you pulled back, a mischievous glint appeared in your eyes.
“Think you can keep up with me?” you teased, your voice playful yet inviting. Pope chuckled, his cheeks flushing slightly.
“I’d do anything for you,” he replied earnestly, his hand finding yours and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Anything you ask.”
“Then show me,” you murmured, guiding him back, savoring every moment together. His shyness faded with each kiss, and in his gaze, you saw only admiration and desire, making every shared moment feel even more meaningful. “Make me feel good.”
Pope was much stronger than you evidently, this was proven much further when he lifted you up by your thighs into the air making you squeal. “Oh my- Oh my god Pope?!”
He chuckled and you gasped in surprise as his mouth came in contact with your core. He had you hovering in the air as he ate you out. He licked and suckled on your clit like a man possessed, like your pussy was the only thing that could satisfy the primal hunger in him. All you could do was hold on for dear life as he ravished you.
Swiftly, he laid on the bed, making sure your pussy landed right in his mouth. Your gasp and moans filled the room as you writhed under him, unable to focus on anything else but the feeling of his tongue buried deep inside you before it flicked your clit and sent surges of pleasure throughout your whole body.
“Taste so good baby, so fucking good,” he groaned beneath you, slipping a finger in as he focused on your clit.
“Mhm- I think I’m gonna cum Pope, or pee, wait I have to get up,” you gasped.
Pope smirked under you, knowing what was about to happen. You tried to get up from off him but he held you firmly down on his face ravishing you as the urge to pee became unbearable.
“Pope!” you moaned, feeling fluid spurt from your pussy in what felt like showers. You hadn’t peed tho, you squirted. For the first time too. He continued licking and sucking the remnants of your juices from your pussy before finally allowing you to breathe and get off his face.
“That was so hot, was that your first time— you know?” he asked.
You nodded breathlessly before capturing his glistening lips in a heated kiss. You were all you could taste on his lips.
“Alright you had your fun, my turn.” he smirked. You loved the sound of that.
He hovered above you, using the head of his leaking cock to tease your pussy as you writhed underneath him. “Beg me,” he said, making your eyes widen, “beg me to fuck you.”
He was playing the same game you did with him and you loved it.
“Please Pope, put it in, fuck me baby,” you begged.
He slowly pushed into your leaking cunt, clearly satisfied and you arched into him, your body on fire already.
“That’s it, what a good girl, take it all,” he cooed, inching his very long dick inside you. When he was finally inside, you both paused, savoring the moment of him being inside you for the first time.
“You’re so deep,” you whined.
“That’s right baby, so deep inside this pussy.”
He started moving, thrusting inside you at a steady pace as you wrapped your neck around him. You stared into his chocolate brown eyes, taking in the fine specimen of a man above you as he started to pound into you harder. You almost couldn’t take it.
“Sorry baby, you just feel so good, so fucking wet, I have to go faster.”
You nodded and gasped as he picked up the pace, pounding into you roughly as the sound of skin slapping and both your almost pornographic moans filled the room. He sucked on your nipples, biting gently and swirling his tongue them as he reached down and rubbed your clit fast. Before long, you clenched around his hard cock, squirting again.
He looked down, smirking at the soaked sheets and his torso smeared with your fluids. You didn’t think you could go anymore and he picked up on it, laying gentle kisses all over your face as he chased his own high.
“Where do you want me to cum beautiful?” he asked, between panting.
“On my face.”
He pulled out quickly and came exactly where you asked. You played with his balls and stuck your tongue out, catching the ropes of cum in your mouth as everything spurted out.
“I- I’m coming so much for you beautiful, fucking hell,” he panted.
“Good boy, you’re such a good boy.”
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ervotica · 3 months ago
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pope heyward x bambi!reader
bambi!reader is a sweetheart. she bakes, she crafts, she naps, and she loves all things pope. you'll find her lounging at the beach, making sandcastles, surfing (badly), or helping out at heyward's seafood (and, in the process, securing her place as heyward's favourite child). she's a little ditsy, spending most of her time outdoors catching critters and falling asleep in places that no one should nap. she's cuddly, a little flighty, and very clumsy. more bruises and scrapes than you can count; you will always find her with pope's arm around her or his hand in hers to keep her from toppling over. kie and sarah are her very best friends (and partners in critter catching and crime!), and the boys only tease her a little for being so clumsy (fine, a lot).
check out the tag pope and bambi for more of these two!
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cute-sucker · 9 months ago
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three mistakes
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words: 880 tags: kook!pope x reader note: thank you @princessbrunette for reading the draft !! love u <3
when pope first met you he didn't think much.
after all he was the smartest kid in the grade, so of course you were insignificant. you may have been a scholarship kid, a nice one at that. that was your number one mistake, and there were three that you committed that first week you arrived at kook academy.
two. you were a little too sweet on him, he thought because you always smiled brightly at him, and wore those cute little skirts. last week you had given him a brownie that you said you, "made." but then you dropped the napkin and leaned down to get it for him it was the school uniform, but you sure knew how to lay it sweet.
so what? you were pretty, but pope didn't fall for that sort of thing. nah, he had seen enough pretty bimbos, and after you were new. you couldn't change anything.
three. that was until science class. it was one of his easier subject but then again what subject was hard for him? and then he was laughing to his friends, the desk pushed back, and a smirk on his face. you were sitting in front of him, head bowed down and deep in thought. you were still thinking even after the teacher had left for a few minutes.
he had a sudden thought, just a small comment might tip you off. he'd experienced this with other girls. they liked it to argue, or teasingly fight, and you were there in front of him, just waiting to be messed with.
but what to say to you? pope had to be sly with these comments, just something to make your cheeks go red without causing your smile to wilt. it was art what pope could do with his sweet mouth, and pretty soft eyes. some said that his dick was the size of his ego, and some put it a little nicer — that he was charming. but that didn't matter because when he looked at you he knew he had to say something sweet but scandalous enough to cause you to giggle. he would never admit this—but he wanted to hear your laugh.
suddenly he remembered the butterfly necklace you always had on. it was silver, and so shiny on you. he swore that there was some sort of school regulation about jelewy, but you had managed to pass by with that cute necklace. it was little dangly thing that lay before your chest. it had dainty wings, and glittery in the sun. it reminded him of you.
"y'know i always thought butterflies were like cockroaches with wings. ugly you know?" pope muttered to his friend. but he couldn't help but gesture at you in a sly moment, and his friends got it. they sniggered, and pope knew in another life he would ditch the bastards for how stupid they were. antoni was the smartest of the bunch.
it was almost as if that piqued your interest. you turned around, doe eyes wide almost as if you were shocked and taken aback.
"i think butterflies are beautiful," you whispered outraged, tightly holding onto your necklace. pope could barely keep in his laughter at your dumbstruck expression. he leaned in to take a full look at your face before looking back at his friends with a mock surprised face.
"yea' you think?" he whispered crudely. "can a dumb little bunny like you think?"
suddenly, you seemed to coil in, biting your lip, hot tears welting up in your eyes. he could see the way your hands shook beneath the desk as you furiously turned around to face him. "butterflies can see ultraviolet colors that are invisible to the human eye," you cried out.
pope found him stopping in his tracks because he swore there were tears in your eyes when you whispered out the fact. yet, he couldn't find himself to care, somehow he found himself enjoying the look on your face. almost wonderstruck, he found himself taking in your pretty face.
what he wanted to say to you was, "so what?" but he found grinning at you like you were a child.
his friends were laughing behind his back, and but he could feel the stinging sensation that what you had said had mattered a lot more than the stupid conversations that he had.
and somewhere in the middle of this, you were glaring at him, and then sniffed before turning away from him.
but he shrugged it off. what could you do anyways? huh? cry to your parents about how pope heyward couldn't take you seriously. for all you knew, if your parents did complain, the dean of kook academy probably shrug you off because pope heyward was an asset to their school. but there was something inside of him, something soft and nice said that knew he should say sorry, yet when the bell rung he watched you leave the room in a rush only leaving him with a dirty glare.
so he forgot about it. you were just another dirt poor scholorship kid? the last one had to leave because they couldn't take the academics. funny. maybe the same would happen to you.
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you ran home crying, mascara running down your face, as you pulled your tiny skirt down. you had tried to be nice, you had tried to kind and most of all you had tried your best to be friends with everyone. goddamn it you had even given heyward a brownie! he clearly didn't like you.
what was it? what was so wrong with you that he felt the need to be mean to you? all you had done was tried. you had always tried, as your head felt empty and studied till your hands were sore from highlighting and your eyes felt bleary from scanning pages. until it all paid off and you were off to kook academy.
your cousin kiara had told you to wear your butterfly charm, and the two of you made brownies. she had yelled bye to you that first day, and now you sat next to her crying your eyes out.
"what went wrong?" she asked you quietly, as you burrowed your head into your pillow. you groaned, and shook your head furiously.
"don't wanna talk about it," you whispered looking up at her. she looked at you sternly, and you finally let out a soft sigh, "it's pope heyward," at this she rolled her eyes, tilting her head as she thought of a plan. you hoped that somehow she would find an answer - a solution to your problem
"i think you should get back at heyward. be smarter than him. that's how assholes like him work. they have crazy big egos but that's all he has. he looks wimpy to me," she scoffed looking at the previous yearbook where you had furiously crossed out pope's face.
"yeah right," you huffed at her, crossing your arms as your eyebrows were knit together. "he's ten times smarter than me."
"no, i think your underestimating yourself. just wait and see, and don't you dare lose the butterfly charm."
so you listened to her, and the next day you had little pink bows with butterfly imprints. in fact you strutted up to pope and gave him a dirty look, and you saw the way his eyes got wide before he opted for his all-knowing smirk.
"looking like a really pretty bunny. did you wear those bows for me?" he snickered, nudging his friends when he said that. you gritted your teeth and just walked the other way.
you were going to beat him. you knew you were going to. today the class was getting their results back for the major english assignments. you were hoping to get something high enough to throw in his face, and you knew you would relish the look on his face.
"class, we'll be handing out test scores now for the written passage. ," your teacher droned before stopping before your test and handing you yours with a smile. you felt happiness bloom in your heart-it had to be good right?
quickly you turned it around, and looked at the circled number. 100, a pristine number that was circled along with a "distinct voice." you felt yourself beaming, until you felt a tap on your back. it was heyward, yet he looked uneasy. he was glancing at your hidden paper.
"what did you get?"
of course he'd want to know. he'd want to know what you got so he could average it himself. after all this was your first test of the year, and he was checking if you really were the scholarship kid that could get the best grades. you found yourself smiling secretly, biting your lip.
finally he gave you a pointed look, "do i need to clarify? what did you get on your test?" he asked exasperated.
you bit your lip from beaming too hard, and shrugged in a nonchalant manner. "full marks, i guess."
"what does that mean?" he grinned, "is that a 60% for you? would make sense, bunny," he muttered, his brown eyes glinting with humour. now you would have been sadder, but instead there was a venomous bite to your speech.
"do i need to clarify? it's a hundred percent."
he shut up, glaring at you, "you're lying."
"yeah, what did you get?" you bit back.
he shook his head, "none of your business."
so that was it. you let it go and turned away looking pleased. the last went by easier, and the golden hundred was still shining in the paper. it was a triumph. a win that pope heyward understood.
it was here that pope realised that he had made one mistake.
he had underestimated you.
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stargirlinterludefr · 2 months ago
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CAMERA ROLL: maybank!reader x rafe cameron
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littlelamy · 22 days ago
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𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓻 𝓹𝓵𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓮
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the biting chill of the winter air stung your cheeks as you stood defiantly on the dock, the wind whipping your hair into a tangled mess. you clutched your towel tightly around you, peering down at pope, your boyfriend—who was standing a few feet away with his arms crossed and an incredulous look plastered across his face.
“are you serious right now?” pope asked, his voice laced with a mix of disbelief and concern. his breath fogged in the frosty air, emphasizing just how cold it was.
you grinned, your teeth chattering as you dropped the towel, revealing your bright, summery bikini. his eyes widened, though not from surprise—he knew you well enough by now to expect this kind of stunt. “you only live once, pope! i’ve always wanted to try a polar plunge.”
“polar plunge? it’s thirty degrees out here, and the water’s practically ice!” he exclaimed, gesturing dramatically toward the rippling, frigid water.
“don’t be so dramatic.” you stepped toward the edge of the dock, toes curling against the wood. “if i don’t do this now, i’ll regret it forever. besides, you’re here to rescue me if i get hypothermia, right? that’s part of the boyfriend contract.”
pope groaned, his hands going to his hips as he shot you a look. “you’re impossible, you know that?” but the corners of his lips twitched up in the faintest smile.
before he could say anything else, you let out a loud, exaggerated scream and leaped into the water. the freezing cold hit you like a thousand tiny needles, and you shot up to the surface, gasping. “holy crap! it’s c-colder than i thought!”
“gee, you think?” pope yelled from the dock, already pulling off his jacket. “you’re insane!” he crouched down as you swam frantically toward the edge, grabbing your arm and hauling you out with a strength that contradicted his lanky frame.
as soon as you were upright, he wrapped his jacket around you and pulled you close, his warm hands cradling your frozen cheeks. “you’re lucky i love you,” he muttered, shaking his head.
you looked up at him, a watery laugh escaping your lips. “guess i just like keeping things interesting.”
his lips twitched into a full smile before he leaned down and kissed you, the warmth of his mouth chasing away the cold. it was gentle and firm, grounding you in the moment even as your teeth chattered against his.
when he pulled back, his forehead pressed lightly to yours, he sighed. “next time, let’s keep things interesting somewhere warmer. preferably with hot chocolate.”
you snuggled deeper into his jacket and smirked. “deal. but admit it—you’re a little impressed.”
he rolled his eyes but kissed your forehead, his arms still wrapped around you. “a little. but don’t let it go to your head, okay?”
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sunniepoo · 6 months ago
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Omg please more love island!pope!!!!
ahhh this one will be very brief but i’ll do a proper full length one later because i love this!!
♡︎༻🌊༺♡︎
pope gains major appeal from the public because despite his extremely good looks he still holds that awkward loser personality that’s just so fuckable and everyone loves how he treats the girls with so much respect
he is defo stuck in a few friendship couples before you come along as a bombshell and he is thinking he must’ve been a saint in his past life because you are everything he wants in a woman and more
he genuinely worships the ground you walk on but it’s so shocking for him to receive this energy back like someone who needs him as much as he needs them
it’s a very instant quick connection and he finds himself falling quickly which is why he does what he does at casa, but it really is a big shock to everyone - he does recouple with you but his actions do affect the course of your relationship
but the boy knows how to grovel and get you back, the whole interaction is very serena and kordell and there are so many edits being made - people just want you two to get back together as quick as possible!!
♡︎༻🌊༺♡︎
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venuslcver · 7 months ago
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pope was one of the lucky ones — able to use his deep understanding and intelligence to gain access to the education he had always feigned for. leaving him to be taunted at, by kooks.
as the person he was, he did tend to take it too personally. yet, another adoring quality of pope was he avoided conflict at any cost. no matter the environment, he stayed his honorable self.
though, the belittling began to get under his skin less and less with the help of your encouragement. he never knew how he could possibly have a girlfriend that was the complete opposite of him. maybe you were always, well, fiery. or you were the product of your environment.
just accustomed to the competitive, power-hungry atmosphere you were brought up in. then, popey came along with his upbeat personality, not persona — real-life personality. just thrilled to have the opportunity he did. it didn't take long for you two to connect; becoming inseparable.
when first getting together, pope invited you to have dinner at his parent's restaurant, to which, his parents were rather confused by the dynamic that was unfolding in front of them.
y'all kept each other in balance — he kept you from strangling every last person at school, and you forced him to become unscathed by the commentary of the entire school. or rather, every critique in his life. though, you were hell-bent that he should at least stand up for himself once.
your abrupt, forward personality grew quickly on his entire family, leaving them, rather, fond of you. you forced pope to unstick himself from the wall — getting him out of his comfort zone. without freaking the fuck out constantly.
pope about had a panic attack the first time you suggested him sneaking in your house, and spending the night. the simple idea of being caught caused a frenzy in his mind. along with fears of what would come after sneaking in. he has performance fears, what can he say?
slowly, but surely coaxing him out of his intimacy fretting spell. you didn't mind it though. every other guy in the school would be pushing for sex the second interest was shown. not pope, though.
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stvolanis · 2 months ago
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OUTER BANKS DRABBLES
✎ Rafe :)
✎ Best friend! Rafe
✎ Stepbro! Rafe
✎ JJ & his prince albert piercing
✎ Mean! Rafe
✎ Subby! John B
✎ Rafe x Housewife! Reader
✎ DBF! Pope
✎ Rafe praise kink
✎ Rafe x Puppy Hybrid! Gf
✎ JJ who acts like a virgin
✎ Rafes Development
✎ Rafe x pogue! Reader
OUTER BANKS ONE SHOTS
✎ summer lovin’ - JJ Maybank
“𝘖𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦, 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦”
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