#jonathan daviss blurbs

[rafedaddy01]

Can I request:

Being rafes nanny and having s x with him in the shower

His wife walks in and starts talking to him not knowing you are in there

You whisper in rafes ear:" if you stop f ing me I am gonna start to loudly moan"

He f your harder and faster

C ming inside of you while his wife is on the other side of the door complaining that your are late

Summary: being Rafes nanny comes with extra benefits

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You’re breasts are pressed up against the cold shower wall in your bosses bathroom as he fucks into you from behind, his hand wrapped around your mouth to keep you quiet.

Your hands lay flat against the cold stone, holding you up as Rafes cock goes in and out at a perfect tempo.

Pleasure skyrockets up your spine and your eyes roll back.

“That’s it, little slut. Take it” Rafe whispers against your ear as the sound of water drowns out his grunts and moans.

Your moans are muffled against his palm.

You’re too lost in the sensation of how he feels inside you that you don’t hear his wife come inside the bathroom until you see her shadow through the shower door.

Rafes hand tightens around your mouth but his cock doesn’t stop pushing into you.

You try to free yourself from his grasp and stop him but he holds you down, fucking into you harder and making your whole body shake in arousal.

You’re on the verge of tears, from fear of being caught and all the pressure on your pussy becoming too much to handle.

You shut your eyes and try to focus on something else besides his wife’s voice.

Your heart beats at a fast pace, your thighs shake and you’re both excited at the thought of being caught and frightened at the same time.

Then you hear your name and your eyes shoot open, your mind coming back to reality.

You turn to look rafe in the eyes as his wife continues to speak and his cock repeatedly hits your g-spot, “if she isn’t here in the next 15 minutes we’re gonna be late!” You hear her leave the bathroom and suddenly your body’s flipped around as your legs wrap around Rafes body and he fucks into you faster and harder chasing his release.

“Fuck, that was a close one princess” his hands go to your ass as he holsters you up.

“Better hurry up, I got 15 minutes” you grin at him as you start bouncing on his cock the best you can.

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[insidekatmind]

The End~Jude Bellingham x reader (feat.Jonathan Daviss)

You’re sitting on the bed, your hands trembling as you clutch your phone. Jude is across the room, his face locked in an expression you barely recognize. The love that once united you feels like a distant memory, suffocated by glittering nights, applause, and trophies.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you whisper, your voice breaking as you try to hold back the tears threatening to spill.

Jude runs a hand through his hair, his gaze evasive. “What do you want from me? I’m doing my best!”

“Your best?” you repeat, incredulous. “You don’t even look at me the way you used to. All that matters to you now is football, Real Madrid, your image. I... I don’t exist in your life anymore.”

He scoffs, as if your words are a burden. “That’s not true. But you don’t understand the pressure I’m under. I have responsibilities.”

“And me?” your voice rises, pain spilling out. “Don’t I matter? When was the last time you asked me how I was? When did you actually listen to how I felt?”

Jude stays silent, and that silence speaks louder than any words could. There’s nothing left to say. You stand, gathering your things with shaky hands.

“Goodbye, Jude,” you say, your voice breaking. You expect him to stop you, to say something, anything. But he doesn’t.

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Six months have passed. You’ve changed. You’re no longer the insecure girl who needed approval. Now, you’re a singer the world is beginning to notice. The success of your latest single, Older, has catapulted you into the spotlight, and the lyrics are a gut punch to anyone who knows how to read between the lines.

“All I needed was someone who truly saw me, someone who treated me the way I deserved. Were you ever really that person?”

The song is everywhere. Jude can’t avoid it, no matter how hard he tries. Every time he turns on the radio, he hears your voice, each word a dagger to his chest. But what’s eating him even more are your social media posts.

In one of your latest photos, you’re with Jonathan Daviss, the actor from Outer Banks. The two of you are close, his smile radiant, his hand casually placed on your waist—a proximity that seems too natural to be accidental. And the caption doesn’t help.

“A man who knows how to treat a woman. 🌹”

Jude sees the photo, and it sets his blood boiling. Jonathan.He can’t get him out of his head.

“I can’t stand it,” he mutters to Vinicius, sitting next to him during practice.

“Who?” Vinicius asks with a smirk. “Ah, you mean your ex? I saw the photo. Nice shot, don’t you think?”

Jude shoots him a glare that could kill.

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You’re at an event, a music awards ceremony. You’re wearing an elegant black dress that hugs every curve with class and grace. Jonathan is by your side, his arm casually draped across your back. You’re there to accept an award for your song, and the entire room is watching you with admiration.

But among all the eyes on you, there’s one gaze you feel the most. Jude is there. He wasn’t invited, but someone brought him as a special guest. You notice him immediately: he looks flawless, but there’s something in his eyes that makes you feel vulnerable.

After the ceremony, as you make your way to the bar, you find him there. He’s leaning against the counter, a glass of something amber in his hand. You approach him, not because you want to, but because you feel like you have no other choice.

“Congratulations,” he says, his voice lower than you remember. “Your song... It’s powerful.”

“Thanks,” you reply coldly, trying to maintain your composure.

Jude looks at you intensely, the pain evident in his eyes. “It’s about me, isn’t it?”

You smile, but it’s a bitter smile. “If you think it’s about you, maybe you should ask yourself why.”

He takes a step closer, lowering his voice. “I know I messed up. I know I lost you because I was... blind, stupid. But I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“This isn’t the time for those words, Jude,” you cut him off, searching for Jonathan in the crowd.

But Jude doesn’t back down. “He doesn’t know you like I do. He doesn’t love you like I do.”

“And how would you know?” you challenge, feeling anger rising. “Jonathan treats me like a queen. Something you never did.”

Jude stays silent for a moment, then takes a deep breath. “Maybe you’re right. But I can’t accept it. I can’t accept that it’s over between us.”

His words hit you, but you’re unsure of what you feel. All you know is that you’ve changed, and maybe, just maybe, you no longer want to be the girl who needs saving. Perhaps this time, it’s up to you to decide what you really want.

[rubiehart]

can you write something for jj + pope having a crush/dating a kook! reader? headcanons maybe? :)

i think you meant them both separately having a crush on kook!reader like not both at the same time?? but if this isn’t what you’re looking for lmk and i can totally rewrite it!! also this came out way longer than expected, i got carried away…

JJ!

✧ contrary to popular belief, i feel like he wouldn’t come up to you right away, especially if you were the so called ‘kook princess’, he’d study you from afar at first, catching glimpses of you at a kegger or maybe on the marsh with your girls catching some sun in your skimpy little bikini.

✧ you’d catch his attention because you weren’t a complete bitch like a lot of the other kook girls he’d had encounters with for starters, but also because you were the complete opposite of the tom boy-ish girls from the cut.

✧ he wouldn’t mentioned his (not so) little crush on you to any of the other pogues because he knew exactly what they would say ‘she’s too good for you jj.’, knowing all about his promiscuity, but he wasn’t gonna give up so easily.

✧ you first talked to him at some kegger thrown for the start of summer, despite your good girl reputation you and jj managed to bounce off each others jokes pretty much all night, bantering like friends which was refreshing coming from a kook, he hadn’t expected you to be like this but he somehow liked you more because of it.

✧ this obviously confused the pogues. jj bagging the kook princess? no chance. you were polar opposites. when jj was questioned about it he just told john b ‘what can i say man, opposites attract.’ with a wink which made john b roll his eyes.

✧ you’d been talking for a while when you came to realise the talk about the ‘big bad pogue jj maybank’ wasn’t real, and he was a genuinely nice guy and you really did like him even though he wasn’t the kind of guy you’d usually go for, stuck up preppy assholes were more expected, you guessed. that’s why so many people questioned your close relationship with jj and why you’d bother with a pogue like him, which you’d answer with some more than impolite remark or hand gesture or a punch in the face, when some bitch spoke about the man you were forced to love in secret because of the split between kooks and pogues.

✧ after you started dating and the news was out to the island, the waters seemed to calm down and you could walk around the island together holding hands, truly in love without getting yelled at by some random boneheaded kook just for simply being together.

✧ when he’d spend the night at your house, he’d be surprised by the luxury you’d been given on a silver spoon all your life, not exactly envious per-se just more shocked you weren’t a brat about it, lounging on your comfy mattress that he seemed to welcome him perfectly, your warm skin pressed up to his own and just you. clouding his senses as he drifted off to sleep with a lil’ smile on his face.

✧ you’d wear his shirts to bed sometimes when he’d sleepover, seeing them practically engulfing you making him all warm and fuzzy inside, leaning to press a big sloppy kiss to your lips making you giggle and push him away, whining “jayjjjj!” he’d just wink and reply “y’know you love me pretty girl.”

POPE!

✧ pope is honestly such a sweetheart so i feel like he’d be introduced through friends, way too nervous to go up to you himself, eventually your friends would scatter leaving you both a little further down the beach huddled around the fire pit soaking in the little warmth the flickering flame gave out.

✧ he’d be stuttering over his words, trying to keep eye contact with you through the conversation but it was a challenge because you were easily the prettiest girl he’d ever seen.

✧ after talking for a little while you took a liking to him, inviting him to hangout at the beach the next night, deciding to set up a little beach picnic for the two of you, wanting to get to know him properly away from your tipsy conversation at the boneyard party the previous night.

✧ he’d gone home and told the pogues about the night you had planned, all giddy and smiling, john b slapping him on the shoulder with a prideful grin “that’s my boy.”

✧ he’d arrived at the beach, a lot quieter than usual especially when the sun was setting, seeing your white jeep in the parking lot, clearly empty and mad his way down to the shoreline, spotting you on a white and red checkered blanket, waving rapidly and giggling when you saw him smile and wave, shoving his hands into his pockets and making the rest of the way over to you.

✧ his body tensed up when he saw you wrapped up in a pretty yellow sundress, hugging your body in all the right places and your hair flowing freely down your back and splayed over your shoulders care-freely. “hey pope!” you smiled, getting up to engulf him in a hug, breathing in his musky scent and settling down onto the picnic blanket. he reciprocated the hug and pulled away looming into your eyes.

✧ “you uh, you look really pretty.” he stuttered out nervously, gesturing to your figure. you giggled and raised your eyebrows, eyes taking down his own body, “you clean up nice yourself, heyward.” you smile, which you see a faint blush grace his cheeks which you decide not to poke fun about, already sensing his nervousness, which honestly you found adorable.

✧ you continued in comfortable conversation about anything and everything, once he got comfortable enough he started telling you all about himself, his dad’s business, where he was planning to go to college and his goals for the future, he seemed to know what he wanted which was a total green flag, giggling at all of the jokes he’d make and adding in your own little stories every now and then.

✧ as the sun started dipping beneath the horizon casting a dark orange hue over the whole landscape, and most of the food was gone, excuse a few spilled grapes from trying to throw and catch them into each others mouths, giggling loudly when they missed and bounced of pope’s forehead, he turned to you, “i always thought you were the prettiest girl on the island.” your eyes met his at his sudden confession and you looked suprised, never been told something like that before, “really?” you whispered quietly, not quiet believing what he said.

✧ “really.” he said, feeling a spur of confidence seeing the starstruck look on your face and deciding it was now or never. “want me to prove it?” he whispered, leaning in to tuck a lock of hair behind you ear, you nodding dumbfoundly and swallowing, not believing this was really happening. he leaned in and your warm lips were connected passionately, tasting him on your tongue, and nothing else mattered.

[lavenderslace]

there’s literally no pope fics anywhere can you please write something about him! maybe with a kook reader? angst or fluff or a mix of both <33

lost my whole appetite ♱ pope heyward

You definitely weren't telling your mother that you were here of all places. You didn’t see the shame in it, but she'd lose her marbles. But today had been an off day. Classes felt too long. Twirling practice had been agonizing. Even Sarah's hug goodbye at the end of practice didn't feel like enough.

And now, in hopes to make your day better, you were standing on the South. Bike at your hip as you pushed it towards the parking lot of Heyward's Seafood. You were hoping you might be able to catch Pope and just Pope, none of his friends. That would be awkward. Kiara obviously didn't like you. JJ and John B, you weren't even sure if they knew about you.

You and Pope weren’t anything too serious, right now at least. You hadn't told anyone about him but Sarah, obviously, she's your best friend. Plus, people on the North were meaner than mean when they didn’t like something. And you didn't think Pope had told anyone either. It wasn't a conversation you guys had ever had. You didn't mind all that much. You were having fun with this. The thrill of it all. His sweet face and kind hands. He was an angel.

Mister Heyward was outside cleaning fish when you reached. You placed your bike against the wall and smiled at him as he looked up to the noise. He seemed panicked for a second. “Miss Y/L, is everything alright? Did those damn boys forget something in your groceries?” You smiled even more, a soft laugh. “No, no! Don’t worry. Everything was perfect. I was just wondering..” You took a breath, shoulders deflating a little. “Is Pope home?” You asked softly, carefully. With a smile of course.

You watched the older man before you melt with a knowing smile. “He’s up in his room. You’re more than welcomed up there.”

You were beaming up the stairs of their home with red cheeks and sparkling veins. You reached the boys closed door carefully. You knocked gently, hands folding over your front almost nervously. You had never just shown up. There was always a text. Or a call.

The door was quick to fling open. There was Pope trying to jump into a shoe. You couldn’t help your smile.

He looked up at the silence and automatically dropped his shoe. “You’re here?” He whispered in a shock. You smiled, small. “I know, I should’ve called. I’m sorry. I just.. wanted to see you. You know?”

He looked amazed for a moment. Almost not believing his luck.

You waved a gentle hand at his fallen shoe. “I can come back another time, though. If you’re busy. I don’t want to bother—” Pope was shaking his head quickly, smiling brightening his features. He kicked away his shoe and gently took your closest hand as he yanked you into his room. “I was actually on my way to go see you. I was going to text. Like a heads up. But I know your mom isn’t home yet, so I was going to take my chances. But this, this is perfect.”

You were so damn warm. You smile, head tilted to the side as you squeezed his hand in yours. “Yeah?”

Pope smiled, rolling his eyes at your fond teasing. “Yeah, perfect.” You couldn’t stop your smile as you pushed up on the tips of your shoes and pressed a gentle kiss onto his lips. He leaned into them. Hands still attached, but his free one caught your hip and balanced you. Your other free hand was gently on his bicep. He tasted like honey, summer, and smiles.

“You want to go get dinner? Your favorite place then eat it at the marsh behind your house?”

Today had you feel awful about everything and anything, appetite included. But now, staring at this boy, which his hand in yours. You could definitely eat some food.

You beamed. “For sure, angel.” He scoffed a laugh, cheeks red and sweet. Your hip pushed into his a little as you two went.

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“come here, bubba. let’s put on your ears on,” you called to your son while you held his headband that had two dalmatian ears on it. “are you getting her ready?” you called out to jonathan when your boy ran up to you.

“yes, mama. daddy’s getting sissy ready,” he responded for his father who shouted a ‘yes’ back to you moments later.

“thank you, sweetheart,” you told him as you slipped the headband on him. after grabbing two clip-in red bows from the counter, you handed them to the boy. “can you go take these to daddy to put in sissy’s hair?”

“uh huh,” he answered with glee before skipping out of the room. you giggled at your firstborn’s chipperness before getting your hair situated to put on the dual-colored wig. once that was done, all that was left was finishing touches on your makeup and slipping into your heels.

“is mrs. cruella ready?” you heard jd ask when he knocked at the already open door. beside him stood your two adorable kids dressed as dalmatian puppies.

“just need shoes as we will be all ready to go. you two ready to trick-or-treat?”

“yes!”

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[goldenroutledge]

serenity

pairing: pope heyward x reader

word count: 1.7k

summary: your first anniversary with pope.

warning(s): none! just fluff <3

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© goldenroutledge || do not plagiarize, repost, or translate my work in any way

365 days. One full year of being able to call Pope truly yours. The days seemed to go by in a flash, each memory together replaying in your head with a rose colored tint. It had been so easy, you thought. Sure, there were a handful of silly arguments and temporary goodbyes that made your heart clench at the thought. But choosing to entrust him with the key to your heart, and never letting go of the key to his, that part was easy.

“Y/n.” Pope cooed in a soft voice, nudging your half-sleeping body. “Wake up.”

You took a deep breath in, not wanting to stop drowsily reminiscing about the man beside you. “Happy anniversary, my love.” He mumbled with a soft kiss to your forehead.

Purely to mess with him for interrupting your dreamy state, you stared at him blankly, feigning forgetfulness of the important date. Pope’s smile faltered at your expression.

“You didn’t forget, did you?”

Your laugh echoed through the acoustics of the room, putting him at ease. “Of course not! I was just messing with you.” He smiled at the feel of your arms around his torso and your lips peppering his jaw. “Happy anniversary to you, too.”

“I have something for you.” You mumbled into his neck, before reaching for your nightstand drawer to retrieve it.

“I told you that you didn’t have to get me anything, my love. Just being with you today is more than enough.”

“Sorry, honey. I just couldn’t help myself, you know how impulsive I can be.”

“Indeed I do.” He teased, rubbing circles on your skin with his thumb. “Or maybe you just need to stop spending so much time with JJ, I think you’re picking up on his bad habits.”

You gasped, harmlessly brushing his arm away. “Actually, JJ had great advice on my gift for you. You’ll be thanking us both once you open it.”

“Tonight I will.” Pope grabbed your hand and interlocked your fingers, helping you out of bed. “But for right now, I have a surprise waiting for you.”

You raised an eyebrow. “A surprise? Is it a good one?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes, of course I do. But you know I’m not the fondest of surprises.” You reminded him. “Please don’t tell me I have to wear a blindfold.”

He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, hoping to bring up your enthusiasm. “For the time being, you don’t. Come on, I think you’ll like it.”

Pope led you by the arm down the hall and to your kitchen, stepping out of the way so you could get a view of your dining table, decorated more than usual for the occasion. “Ta-da!” He cheered, pulling your chair out for you like he always did. A simple but sweet gesture that was never overlooked in your time together.

“You made all this?” You marveled, eyes darting from dish to dish, an array of all your favorite breakfast foods resting on the table. Pope wasn’t exactly known to be a chef, but his hidden talents never failed to amaze you.

“Of course I did. You deserve it. My mom might’ve taught me a few things.”

At the revelation you both chuckled, understanding why everything looked so appealing. Your heart fluttered at the thought of him putting in the time and effort into making something special for you.

Pope may have been grinning on the outside— after all, if you were happy, so was he— but he couldn’t deny the panic he was feeling.

Just yesterday when he went to the local florist to pick up your favorite flowers, they were completely out. He cursed himself for not planning this better ahead of time, but was determined to figure something out.

« “Fuck.” Pope sighed, entering the Chateau and slamming the door shut behind him.

“What’s wrong dude?” JJ questioned.

“Well, my anniversary is tomorrow. And the florist is sold out of sunflowers.”

“I could’ve told you that.” John B chimed in, opening his can of soda as he entered the room. “They’re all at Tannyhill for Sarah’s birthday party.”

“Not surprised.” JJ muttered. “Can’t you get some other flowers for Y/n?”

“Absolutely not.” Pope rejected. “It’s sunflowers or no flowers.”

JJ scoffed. “Girls love all flowers. Are you sure she wouldn’t be fine with some roses or something? Y/n would appreciate it either way.”

“True.” Pope acknowledged. “But it’s our anniversary. I want it to be special, and what is special about saying: ‘Hey, I know we’ve been together for a year but I can’t be bothered to notice what your favorite flower is’. I have to try.”

“You know, I think my cousin still works at some type of garden store. Maybe they have ‘em there.” JJ offered. “You said sunflowers right?” »

In the midst of your breakfast, Pope’s phone buzzed in his pocket, letting him know he was receiving a call. He ignored it, too entranced with the beauty sitting in front of him that he couldn’t be bothered to let anything or anyone distract him from this moment.

But then his phone rang again, and then eventually for a third time. “You can answer it, hun, I don’t mind.” You told him. “Clearly someone’s trying to reach you.”

“I’m sorry, beautiful. I won’t be long.” He excused, reaching over to kiss your cheek before rushing to another room once he read JJ’s contact name.

“Did you find them?” Pope spoke lowly, just loud enough for only JJ to hear on the other line.

“Good morning to you too, man. Geez.”

“Well, did you? I’m in the middle of breakfast with Y/n.”

“Nah. The Cameron’s must’ve hit up my cousin’s shop too because she’s all out. Damn kooks.”

Pope sighed, letting his head fall back against the closed door at the words he dreaded hearing.

“But listen, I have a backup plan.” Somehow that doesn’t reassure me, Pope thought. “She says there’s this flower shop on the mainland that should have them. It’s not too far away.”

“Can you go get them?”

“Nah, I gotta go to work pretty soon. But the next ferry leaves in 30. You could leave now, get them yourself, and still be back in time for the sunset or whatever.”

“Alright. I guess I’ll have to. Thanks anyway.” Pope sighed, hanging up the phone and plastering on a smile before joining you again.

“Everything okay?” You asked, as your love did not sit down to resume eating with you.

“I need to run an errand fast.” He explained with urgency. “I know we were gonna spend the day together but I promise I will make it up to you, okay?”

“Okay..?” You replied, unintentional skepticism surely lacing your voice. “I’ll see you later then. Thanks for breakfast!”

“No problem. I love you.” Pope assured, giving you a quick peck before heading out the door.

“I love you, too!” You called out after him.

You weren’t sure why Pope left in such a hurry, on your first anniversary no less, but knowing him, it had to be for a good reason.

If only he didn’t go to so much trouble for some sunflowers. Hours had passed by before he returned. At around 7, he texted you and told you to wait a few more minutes before he picked you up.

You all but ran through your house and out the front door at the familiar hum of his truck pulling up. “Hi, again.” Pope greeted you, cupping your face and kissing you.

“What took you so long? I missed you.” You mumbled, pulling away from him.

“Long story.” Pope briefly explained before fishing through a bag for a blindfold. “May I?”

“Are you sure I can’t just close my eyes?”

“I know you’ll peek.”

“Whatever.” You huffed, snatching the blindfold and putting it on yourself. “Just drive, lover boy.”

After what felt like forever of sitting in the dark, jolting occasionally when the road became uneven, you felt the truck come to a stop. “Are we there?”

“We’re here, sweetheart.” Pope confirmed. “I’ll help you out.”

As promised, Pope came around to your side of the truck and helped you out, though your movements were slow with precaution.

“Woah.” You gasped, feeling the not so solid ground beneath you. “Is that sand?”

Pope chuckled as you kicked some up with your shoe, clearly trying to find out for yourself to be sure. “Yes. We’re at the beach, hun.”

“Okay.” You spoke wearily, squeezing the life out of your boyfriend’s hand as you made your steps carefully. “You better not let me walk into the ocean, Pope. Is this how you get rid of all your girlfriends after 1 year?”

“Nope. Just you.” He quipped, pinching your side as he held onto you. “Alright, you can take the blindfold off.”

You did as told, careful of your hair as you removed it gently. The sight before you drew a gasp from your lips, a spread out picnic blanket with an abundance of sunflowers decorating the space. “Pope! This is so cute!”

“Only the cutest for you.” He returned, helping you sit down. “I was gone for the day trying to find you some sunflowers. Everyone was sold out and I had to go to like a hundred places. But it’s worth it.”

“You really didn’t have to go to so much trouble, y’know.”

“Don’t worry. I’d go to a hundred more stores if I had to. I’d go to Mars for you.” Pope smiled, throwing his arm around your shoulders and letting you hide your face into his chest. Even after one year, his effect on you never wavered. You would always feel like a schoolgirl with a crush on Pope Heyward.

The sound of the waves crashing against the shore completed the serene aura on the beach, the stars beginning to make their appearance in the dusky sky.

“This is all so beautiful. Thank you for today.”

“Thank you for every day.”

“Damn, do you really have to try and outdo me with your cute ass responses?”

“We’ve lasted this long, if I didn’t know any better I’d start to think you love it.”

Your smile beamed as you kissed him, eyes twinkling once you opened then again, always a definite result of the love in front of you. “I guess you’re right about something.”

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[avenging-fandoms]

It’s sinner hour? I have a request o’ great lord. It’s about Pope Heyward and um it’s from ur smut prompt list. “You’re n-not ,um, w-wearing anything under that, are you..?” So like Pope has been looking very very very HOT ALL DAY to the reader (I mean when he wears that black tight shirt- MHM) and the reader well she gets fed up so she puts on a short dress with no panties and sits on popes lap while he’s trying to have a conversation with his friends but y/n wants to do other things..

OUTER BANKS MASTERLIST

a/n: "o'great lord" i cannot with you nonnie ily

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your hand gripped your backpack strap as you knocked on the door of pope's home, his dad's car not there so you knew he was home alone. pope came down and opened the door, smiling at you. "hey, baby, what are you doing here? the party isn't until later"

"i'm angry with you" you stormed past him after scanning his naked torso, pushing past him and pope laughed to himself. "it's not funny, pope"

"okay, what did i do to make you angry?" pope closed the door and you threw your backpack down, pointing your finger at him and moving it up and down. pope looked down slowly, then back at you confused.

"didn't i tell you what that shirt did to me, heyward? i told you every time you wear that shirt.." your sentence trailed off, and pope looked down again.

"i'm not wearing a shirt right now, though?" he answered as a question and you rolled your eyes.

"you know what shirt i'm talking about, that tight black one. y'know, the one that shows off everything only i should see.." you mumble softly and pope smirks, stepping close to you and holding your waist with his fingers lightly touching under your chin.

"so you get jealous every time i wear that shirt?" pope looked down at you and you roll your eyes, looking to the side and pope kissed your neck softly.

"among other things.." you spoke, holding the belt loops of his shorts. "no, i'm mad at you for wearing that to school! you know how hard it was to not jump you today, pope heyward?" pope cut you off by placing his lips on yours softly, and you forgot what you were talking about.

"go home, change, and i'll pick you up at 7, yes?" pope whispered and you nodded, kissing him again before you started for the door. "your backpack!"

"i'll leave it here. gives me an excuse to come back here later" you wink and pope smiles, waving at you as you left his house, smirking to yourself as you knew the perfect way to get revenge on him.

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pope picked you up at 7, bringing you to the bonfire, meeting the others there. you both found a drink and cheers, shotgunning the beer. you kissed pope and smiled, his hand traveling up your thigh and widening his eyes as he didn't feel underwear under your dress.

"yn.. you're n..not wearing, uh, anything underneath that, a-are you?" pope stutters over his words, and you smile against his mouth as you grab his shirt.

"feels nicer going commando" you wink, dancing against pope. pope smiled, stunned, hand on your stomach as you two danced together around the fire to the booming music.

your body got tired, pope sitting down on a log by john b's van. you smirk to yourself and sit on pope's lap, and you could feel everything through his thin bathing suit bottoms. pope inhaled sharply, trying not to make it obvious he was immediately hard. you knew it, and you fake yawned, moving your hips a bit.

pope tried his best to continue his conversation with jj about school, but he was too hard and distracted by you going commando that he couldn't focus anymore.

"i am beat, aren't you, pope?" you move your hips as you look back at him, and he bit the inside of his cheek as he nodded quickly. "i forgot my backpack at your house this afternoon, i have to go back to your house and grab it"

"i think you forgot a lot of stuff at my house, actually, yn. you might be there for a while" pope mumbled and you stood up, but pope pulled you back down. "give me a few minutes, please"

"i'm tired now, pope" you pout, kissing him softly. "i'll meet you in the truck" you smile and stand up, and pope immediately crossed his legs. staring at the other people eased him, and he quickly said goodbye to his friends as he speed walked towards his truck.

you bit your lip and squealed, pope pushing you against his truck and kissing you roughly, fingers gripping your thigh. "get in the truck.. now. you may be tired now, but you'll be exhausted once i'm done with you" he growled softly and you pulled his hips in. "get in"

"yes sir" you wink and open the door, pope smacking your ass as you got in. pope started the engine and drove off, hand on your thigh. you inhale sharply and take his hand, dragging it up your dress slowly and whimpering as his finger rubbed against your clit. "pope.."

"so needy" pope smirked, stopping at a red light and staying there as he turned his body to you, pulling your body closer to him. it was 2 in the morning, no one was going to be out here anytime soon.

pope put one of your feet up on the dashboard, pushing your dress up and rubbing his fingers up and down your folds. "pope.. please"

"you think it's so funny teasing me in front of my friends, hm? with no underwear on. so filthy" pope's fingers slid into you slowly and you gasp, pope not going slow as he fucked you with his fingers.

the stop light turned green, yellow and red over and over, but you never moved. the car shook slowly as pope fingered you, the windows fogging up and you moaning loudly. "pope.. fuck.. please!" your back arched and your leg tightened around his neck as you came, pushing his shoulder as he slowly moved his fingers in and out of you through your orgasm.

"and that's only the beginning of what's going to happen at my house, sweetheart" pope winked and went through the red light, and you kissed your boyfriend on the cheek as he drove to his house.

[milkiane]

yellow sticky note

pairings: pope heyward x reader

summary: who knew a trip to the library could get pope a girl?

warnings: profanities

word count: 635

note: some love for pope heyward, my boy <3 — and for @pad-foots because we need more pope fluff !!!!!

the outer banks’ library was one of the town’s prized possession, and only because teenagers lounge in there for the air conditioner. they couldn’t exactly take it down with people going in and out every day.

but for you, the cooling system was only a bonus. you’ve been a regular there, who’s actually pretty decent, that the librarian knew who you are and which type of books you read. she’ll always save up the new one she knows you’ll like.

“good afternoon, mrs. durham,” you grinned as you pushed the door open.

she gave you a small smile and went back to typing on her computer. maneuvering your way around the familiar shelves, you made a look of disgust as you passed by two teens making out. huffing, you passed by the 11th row and fingers grazing over the spines of the books until you stopped at a certain one.

although as you went to grab it, another hand also reached out for it.

“oh!” you exclaimed, retracting your hand. you looked over to see a guy looking over at you with the same look of surprise.

“no, it’s okay-”

“oh, you could-”

laughing together, he smiled, handing the book over at you, “you could have it first, don’t worry. i’ve read a lot of times already,”

“thank you,” you grinned, hugging the book close to your chest. awkwardly balancing yourself on the heels of your foot, “uhm, i’m-”

“pope!” one of his friends’ called out, earning a harsh glare from mrs. durham.

“i’m pope,” he chuckled a bit, then slowly jogged towards them, “i’ll see you around!”

smiling softly, you walked towards the front desk, sliding the book over mrs. durham.

she looked over at you uncertainly over her moon-shaped glasses, “those pogues are bad news, y/n. bad, bad news,”

you raised your hands in defense as you let out a laugh, “i’m not even saying anything, mrs. durham,”

she let out a disapproving tut, “i know that look, you have this glint in your eyes. i was young once, too, you know.”

“have a great day, mrs. durham,” you grinned cheerfully, much to her displeasure.

when pope came back to the library three days later, with his friends back at the twinkie, thankfully, he never expected cranky mrs. durham to call out his name.

“mrs. durham?” he approached nervously.

“here,” she hummed disdainfully as she slid the same book that was faithfully the reason you’ve met for the first time, “y/n told me to reserve this for you. now, don’t go breaking that girl’s heart, you hear me, heyward?”

pope scoffed a laugh, “yes, ma’am. thank you, have a good day.”

as he exited the library, he opened the book to find a yellow sticky note on the first page.

to pope,

well not really, since it’s still the library’s property, but yk what i mean.

text me? (+123456789)

xx y/n :)<3

once he got in the van, the pogues stared at him as if they were trying to figure him out.

“what?” he asked, snapping the book shut.

“alright, what’s in that library that’s got you giddy?” jj asked, staring back from him and the library.

“nothing!” he exclaimed, looking out the window with a smile on his face.

kie grinned at him, “it’s a girl, isn’t it?”

pope raised his eyebrows at her, jutting out his lips in silence. john b momentarily looked back at him through the rearview mirror, he let out a boisterous laugh, “so it is a girl!”

“pope getting the girls before me?” jj scoffed mockingly, “no way!”

the said boy punched his arm, “shut up, shitheads,”

he pulled out his phone and punched in the number you gave him.

pope:

hey, it’s pope.

are you up for some lunch at the wreck later?

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[rafedaddy01]

Could you do a part 2 for rafe paying his babysitter?

Part 1 was soo good

He pays her to only put the tip in , but it feels so good for her and she just sinks all the way down and starts riding him

Summary: rafe is your boss, you babysit his kids, and one night he asks you to help him with something, but not to worry, he’ll pay you for it..

A/N: I got all of your requests, don’t worry, I’m working on them one by one. Btw can we talk about how hot rafe looks in the picture above ����

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The first night rafe asked you for a favor, which resulted in him jerking off all over your tits. He payed you 1,000 dollars just for that, so when he offered another night of fun for double the amount you didn’t refuse.

He watched as you stripped out of your dress, completely naked underneath.

You laid down on the bed and spread your legs open for him, smirking as his eyes scanned your body from head to toe. “God, you’re really something” he mumbled as he reached for his zipper.

Once he was as naked as you he stood between your legs, his hands slid up and down your thighs, coming underneath them and pulling you closer to him which caused you to exclaim from the sudden movement which he only smiled at.

He spread you wider as he ran his tip over your clit, rubbing the nub in circles and sliding down between your folds, pushing a little in and pulling out. Your eyes rolled just from the tip and you couldn’t help yourself. You jerked forward and slipped his whole cock inside you.

“Holy shit” Rafe groaned as he felt the warmth inside your pussy, the way your walls sucked him in and clenched, refusing to let him go. You only moaned in response.

“Fuck, that feels good” you encouraged him as he pulled back and snapped his hips forward, shaking the whole bed with his one movement.

It didn’t take you long to reach your peak. Rafes cock was big and it reached all the spots you couldn’t. All it took was a few more thrusts and you were right on the edge, screaming Rafes name as your orgasm tore through your body.

“Fucking hell, those 2,000 were definitely worth this” Rafe panted.

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[insidekatmind]

Girl you need to combine your master lists into one huge one, it’ll help find things easier for your readers 💕💕

Part.1

Part.2

Jobe Bellingham

Jude Bellingham P.1, P.2

Vinicius jr.

Levi Colwill

Kylian Mbappé

Rafael Leao

Noni Madueke

Virgi Van Dijk

Alejandro Balde

Trent Alexander Arnold

Jonathan Daviss

Pope Heyward P.1, P.2

Marcus Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

Ambrose Spellman

A/n: thanks for the feedback ❣️

[elliotsmokebuddy]

Smile- drew starkey

summary: you were out with the cast and you couldn’t stop looking at drew’s smile

warnings: none, just pure fluff.

under 900 words

you’ve always loved Drew’s smile, the way his eyes lit up and slightly squinted when he flashed a bright one.

you were in Bridgetown Barbados with the cast and you guys were at dinner. you looked up from your phone to see Maddie sticking her finger in JB’s ear and then seeing your boyfriend smile and laugh afterwards.

your chest instantly went warm a small smile forming on your face as you looked at drew. you noticed all of his features from his tanned skin, to his small mustache, and up to the chain he was wearing making his white shirt pop. you didn’t think it was possible to feel this happy but you were.

“why are you looking at me like that?” drew said smiling softly at you while looking curious. you didn’t even notice that you were staring at him too caught up in your thoughts.

“just enjoying the view, is that a problem starkey?” you replied back laughing softly at the end. you never thought you could be addicted to someone’s smile until you saw his.

“if you love my smile just say that y/l/n”

“oh no baby i’m obsessed with your smile, i just can’t get enough”

[lavenderslace]

Hey! Can I request a pope heyward fic. Preferably fluff, possibly he’s getting worked up over his college interview so she takes him out on a date to calm down or literally just whatever you want to write I don’t mind.

mathematically right together ♱ pope heyward

You swear he's been staring at the numbers for hours. And you've just had to sit here in silence and wait. You usually have more patience than this, but you're just about worn thin with him.

You're freaking bored and miss the attention of an almost-boyfriend. (It's complicated. But not really, you’re both just scared teenagers.)

You’re staring at the back of his neck, upside down. Your head hangs over the edge of his bed. There’s a small, soft ball in your hands. You’ve been fidgeting with it for ten minutes now. It’s lost your attention about four minutes ago.

He’s bent over his desk, pencil tight in his grasp. The veins in his arms look like they’re trying to escape. And if you got up, you could lick the tension off his neck. He looks so stressed.. But you aren’t sure why. If there’s anyone out there who’s good at math, it’s Pope.

Still, it’s a test, and then it’s the scholarship, then his future.. and whatever else happens when you’re no longer a high school student. You’re not all that worried like he is.

You can’t bite your tongue anymore. “Pope..” You’re whining. Whatever.

You see the pencil pause and the veins in his arm calm the slightest. He spins around in his chair, his eyes going a little wide at your redden face. “Don’t sit like that. Your heads going to explode, squirt.”

You roll your eyes and roll over onto your stomach and you gasp a little at the funny feeling. Pope sends a smug, knowing smile and you glare at him for being so smart.

“You okay?” He ask regardless, and you smile. It’s all warm and soft and you want to hold his hand. You shrug as best as you can while laying across his bedspread. “I miss you.”

You watch his jaw slack a little and his eyes soften. “What do you mean? I’ve been here. You’re in my room.”

You roll your eyes again, he’s clueless, sometimes. “You know, if you stare at those numbers anymore.. they’re going to crawl off the page and stab your eyes out. They want to be left alone.” Pope snorts at your words and you beam at the noise. “Nice,” he mumbles.

You hum, little cocky smile on your face that he really fucking likes.

You climb off his bed and waddle towards him. You slouch into his lap, you take up one of his legs. He hums and has an arm slip around your waist to keep you floating. He kisses your upper arm gently, the arm that’s right in front of his face. You look down at him, adoring. “Can’t you just, like, take the rest of the night off? The test is in two days..”

He hums, eyes casted up on you. “You know, you should also be studying for this test. This was a study date.”

You roll your eyes, your best trait. “You know damn well that was not going to happen when you texted me. I have two days, like I said. I’ll be fine.” You will not be fine, but you don’t seem to really care.

Pope shakes his head with a warming smile. You know you’ve won. You beam and lean over the rest of him to his desk, you dramatically close his books. “Look. Numbers left you. What can you do now?”

Pope scoffs a laugh and squeezes your waist more. It drags a chill up your spine. “What do you wanna do, annoyance?” He asks up at you, caring.

You light up, like the sun in the morning over the horizon. You look really pretty, he thinks. Your hair is a careless mess from all your shuffling around. Your shorts got indentations on your thighs and they’re loose on your waist from wearing them all day. Your tee has been cropped way too short and hangs off one shoulder with a chopped off neckline. He can see that the straps of your bikini are stabbing into your neck. You don’t seem to mind. He’ll squeeze out the knots from your tanning skin later. He always does. He doesn’t mind. He likes to have you so close.

“Let me take you out, prize boy?”

He laughs again, eyes rolling as his forehead falls onto your upper arm. Your skin is warm against his own. You hum and drag your free arm up and over his hair. He slouches more into your hold. “See, the numbers got you all tense, P.”

He rolls his eyes again, even though you can’t see his face.

“I’m hungry,” he suddenly mumbles. You beam, “guess it’s a date then, hot shot?”

He could suffocate you in admiration. You’re making his skin run hot.

He lets out a shy laugh, and gently shoves you off him. “You’re freaking me out, annoyance.” You beam and scrunch up your nose at him, standing before him. He laughs, more calm. “Alright. We’re going out.”

You squeal a bit, winningly. You struck a hand out for him to grasp. “I’ll pay. My treat.” He takes your hand and scoffs at your words. “Yeah. Alright.”

When his hand is in yours, you squeeze it gently and drag him closer to you. He smiles calmly down at you. You beam and lean up on your tippy-toes, he meets you half way. His lips are soft against your own, and you taste like coconut.

God, he loves your bullshit.

[rudypankwow]

broken wrist | jj maybank

not my gif! (i’m not sure who it was posted by)

you break your wrist and jj freaks out (and also takes care of you)

requested: kinda lol

warnings: none! fluff

word count: 1.3k

masterlist

a/n: i usually don’t go crazy posting like every conversation but there was just so much cute stuff i couldn’t help it. as always this is not proofread. also i have no reason for this being all lowercase that’s just what i felt like.

kie, sarah, and yourself always made it a point to go out of your way to have a girl's night at least once a month. you were around boys all the time, and it was nice to get that time away. kie would steal you guys some beers (or vodka or wine, if that was the vibe), you guys would order takeout, and stay up all late chatting and doing whatever came to mind.

on this particular night, you were at kie’s. it was still pretty early, you’d only had about one beer. you were standing up to get another, but the conversation the three of you were having completely distracted you, and you tripped over a pair of shoes on the ground. you put your arm out as you fell, to break your fall, but heard an unpleasant noise followed by pain in your right wrist as you hit the ground.

“oh, no. are you okay?” kie asks immediately, walking over and squatting in front of you.

“i’m okay,” you say. “just i think my wrist might be broken.” you looked down at the wrist in question. it didn’t look horrible out of place, but the pain was intense, shooting up your arm.

“holy shit,” sarah says. “okay, i’m grabbing my keys and we're going to the emergency room.” she jumps up from her spot on the floor, grabbing all the stuff you guys might need.

kie reaches down to help you stand. “we’ll have to call jj in the car,” she says. 

your stomach drops. “do we have to?” you joke. jj was protective, to say the least. you knew he’d be panicked and rush to find you at the hospital, even if it was something as silly as a broken wrist.

kie laughs, grabbing your phone off the ground and tucking it into your back pocket. “yes, you absolutely have to,” she says. “and if you don’t, i will.”

you sigh and let her lead you to the car. sarah’s going off the wall, asking you if you need anything and looking up if there’s anything they should do muttering about how “if she had just put the shoes away.” she grabs you an ice pack on the way out, and you rest it on your wrist.

if you’re being honest, you’re in a lot of pain. you just know getting yourself worked up isn’t going to help that, so you try to stay calm. you take your phone out of your back pocket, careful the keep the ice on your other wrist. you dial jj’s number and prepare for the worst.

“hey, babe, how’s it going?” jj says on the other side. “how’s girl’s night?”

“don’t freak out,” you say. “but i’m on my way to the hospital.”

naturally, he freaks out. “what?” he yells. “what do you mean you’re on the way to the hospital?” you hear him moving around, you assume rushing to get his shoes on. you’re pretty sure he’s at john b’s so he has access to the van. “what the hell happened?”

“i just tripped and fell and hurt my wrist,” you tell him, trying to keep your voice calm. “really, jj, i’m okay. it’s just a broken wrist.”

he mumbles something to john b about you being hurt and that he’s going to take the van to meet you at the emergency room. “i’m gonna meet you guys there, okay?” he says.

you don’t even try to convince him not to, because you know anything you say will be dismissed. so instead you just say, “okay, be careful driving.”

“i will, promise,” he says. “i love you.” and then the line goes dead.

the ride to the emergency room isn’t long, and you see jj sitting on a bench outside the door, despite it being a longer drive from john b’s house than kie’s. he jumps up when he sees you walking towards the door. he grabs your face in both his hands, kissing your forehead. “are you okay?” he asks. “are you in a lot of pain.” the worry is evident in his face.

“j, seriously, i’m okay,” you tell him. “it hurts but i’ve broken bones before. it’s no big deal.” you choose to not comment on his arriving before you, knowing he in no way drove safe.

he sighs in relief, letting his hand rest on the small of your back as he leads you in. he tells sarah and kie that they could go home if they want. they look at you, making sure it’s okay. you nod.

“okay, but just because i can see it’s already crowded in there,” kie says. “text us and keep us updated, okay?” she says, giving you a side hug, careful of your wrist. you promise to keep them in the loop, and they head back to the car.

jj deals with talking to the nurse at the front desk, telling you to sit down. the nurse comes over and hands you a new ice pack, and tells you it’ll be a few minutes before a doctor can see you and take x-rays.

jj sits down next to you. you can tell he’s still worried, but instead of letting you know he says, “hey, wanna watch some parks and rec on netflix?” you laugh and pull out your phone from your back pocket, handing it to him. he grabs headphones that you didn’t know he had and plugs them in, opening netflix on your phone and playing the show. he tucks some hair behind your ear and places one headphone into your ear, the other in his own. you rest your head on his shoulder, the pain in your wrist finally starting to catch up with you.

you only get through one episode before the doctor calls you in. jj moves the chair next to the bed, smoothing his hand over your arm. it’s more for himself than you. 

after a few x-rays, the doctor determines that your wrist is definitely broken. he wraps your forearm in a cast and tells you to check in a few weeks.

jj leads you back to the van, opening the passenger side door for you and helping you in. you laugh and thank him, reminding him that it’s just a broken wrist and you can step in the car on your own.

“you can,” he says. “but you’re my girl and i’m gonna help you anyway.” he leans his head in and kisses your cheek and you smile.

he runs around to the driver's side and gets him himself, starting the car. “you could call kie,” he says to you. “i think she texted me that they were going to john b’s but i didn’t really check.”

“oh, shit,” you say. “i did tell her i would text her.” you pull out your phone again, dialing her number and calling her. you tell her the deal, that it’s broken and you’re in a cast, and she tells you that everyone’s at john b’s waiting for you. “that’s so sweet kie,” you say. “it’s almost two am you guys did not have to wait for me.”

“yeah, but we did,” she says. “so hurry up so i can squeeze you,” she says.

you laugh. “we’re on our way.”

you hang up and fall into a comfortable silence, except for the radio. jj’s hand is resting on your knee, his thumb rubbing circles on your skin.

“thanks for taking care of me,” you say, grabbing his hand in yours and bring it to our mouth, placing a kiss on his wrist.

“i’ll always take care of you,” he says. your hands stay connected, dropping back to your knee.

you pull up to john b’s a few minutes later. despite your protests, jj comes and opens the passenger side door for you, this time helping you out of the car.

kie didn’t lie, the whole crew was sitting in the living room, waiting for you to come. kie immediately wrapped you in a hug, the rest of your friends doing the same.

like you’d said, you were fine. but jj and all your friends being there to help you definitely helped.

[annab-nana]

jonathan daviss blurbs

one where you're hanging with the cast alongside your boyfriend jd

one where you almost kiss jd at a party with the cast

one where all jd wants is you after a day of stressful work

one where jd reminds you that you're beautiful

one where jd can't keep his eyes off your lips

one where titan knows you're pregnant before you do

one where titan is protective of your baby boy

one where your son chases around titan before hugging him tightly

one where you move titan’s bed into the nursery because he sleeps in there

one where jd wants another baby

one where baby daviss climbs out of his crib to sleep with titan

one where jd looks up ways to induce labor

one where jd fears he may have just had his last moment with you

one where jd and your son talk to your baby bump

one where jd buys a special treat for you while he’s shopping

one where jd helps your son put the star on top of the tree

one where you and your family dress up as cruella and a couple of dalmatians

[goldenroutledge]

Person A and Person B are friends and neither of them have a date for Valentine’s Day, so they decide to order takeout of some kind and watch a movie together. At some point, hidden feelings are revealed. With Pope :)

wishes

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a/n: thanks for the request :)

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Valentine’s Day was never your favorite. The romantic stories you’ve heard on the so-called day of love you were convinced would never happen for you. So what was the point of finding a “date” for one night. It could’ve been fun to meet someone, but everything happens for a reason. If someone was meant to walk into your life, they would.

You couldn’t deny the small feeling of hope you had that the person would be one of your closest friends. Pope had been by your side through a lot, and you found yourself thinking about your times together often. But ruining the dynamic between your friend group wasn’t something you wanted to take part in. Not to mention the ‘no pogue-on-pogue macking’ rule.

Regardless, you would still always answer his call or open your door for him. You were surprised when he called in the afternoon and invited you over on Valentine’s Day, as you figured he would want to spend it with someone else. “Are you sure? You don’t have some hot date you wanna spend Valentine’s with?” You asked him, taking some of the candy you bought out of its bag.

“Yeah, you.” He smirked, nudging your arm and watching your lips curl into a smile.

“Hurry up, I wanna start watching the movie!” You urged him, plopping down on the chaise lounge and spreading the blanket out for the two of you. You pressed play to the movie Up, mentally preparing yourself for the sad but beautiful film ahead of you. It didn’t take long for your eyes to well with tears, watching the time lapse of Carl & Ellie’s life.

Pope noticed, wiping away a few tears with his thumb and wrapping his other arm around your shoulders. “Fuck. I cry every time.” You murmured with a sniffle.

He chuckled at you softly before commenting. “Yeah, it’s kind of a sad movie. Why would you force yourself to watch it on such a loving day?”

“Kind of? Before he can surprise her and fulfill their dream, she gets sick and dies! That’s horrible. But it’s beautiful at the same time because he lived their dream for the both of them.”

“Yeah, at least they had a happy life together, y’know?” He reasoned, trying to put your mind at ease and stop the tears falling from your pretty eyes.

“I guess so. They were the definition of soulmates.” You sniffled again, looking down at your hands in thought. “I wonder if I’ll find a love like that one day.”

“You will, Y/n.” Pope reassured, giving you a tight-lipped smile.

“I hope so.”

“How do you know you haven’t already found it? It could be right in front of you.” He tilted your chin to look up at his brown orbs that bore into yours. Your eyes flickered between his eyes and lips, to which he took the chance and pressed his lips to yours gently, cupping your face with the same light force.

The sound of the doorbell made you pull away, allowing Pope to get up and answer. He returned with a pizza box in his hands, setting it down on the coffee table. You chuckled at the sight when he opened it, a cheese pizza in the shape of a heart. “Really, Pope? This is so cheesy.”

“Literally.” He acknowledged as he pulled one of the slices from the box, long strings of cheese being stretched with it. You grabbed a slice yourself and sat back in your spot beside him, leaning into his frame this time and dropping your head to rest on his shoulder a bit. His play on words made you laugh, a wide grin plastered on your face that he never failed to put there.

“You’re lucky I like you.”

a/n: i have a pope one shot coming up and i promise it will be better than whatever this is! (at least i hope so)

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